Chapter 8
Next day
Morning
First person
"That night was so crazy, especially Yukino, that girl was totally wild. I should never judge a book by its cover." I reminded myself as soon as I woke up next to Cindy and Yukino naked.
I had a flashback of last night. Yukino was like a succubus and Cindy temptress sucked my soul. Their lewd body and crazy sex drive was burned into his memory.
I handed them a blanket, allowing them to rest peacefully, before heading to fix my appearance. A cold bath refreshed me, and I quickly dressed in a spare pair of men's shorts that they, surprisingly, had available.
It was already 11 o'clock in the morning, so I decided to make the most of whatever ingredients they had left. After rummaging through the pantry, I managed to whip up a simple yet hearty meal—soup, rice, fish, salad, and a selection of sweets. The aroma filled the room, making the dishes even more appealing.
"Huh? You're awake, Yukino?" I said as I noticed her stirring. "Go wash your face. Breakfast is ready. And could you take a bath and maybe wake Cindy up if she's hungry?" I added calmly, trying to act as if nothing had transpired the previous night. I wore only shorts and an apron, keeping my demeanor casual.
"Yeah... umm," Yukino muttered, agreeing without making much of a fuss. She seemed reluctant to meet my gaze, her body language betraying her shyness and embarrassment, though she remained composed. Despite the awkwardness, she carried herself with a quiet maturity.
Soon enough, both Yukino and Cindy returned, looking refreshed. It appeared that neither of them was bothered by what had occurred the night before.
"Isshin, there's something I wanted to discuss with you about my mutation," Cindy said, her voice hesitant yet direct. Yukino, too, seemed intrigued by the topic.
"Well," I replied, "your mutation is quite unique, unlike anything I've come across before."
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Cindy took a seat at the table, her expression shifting from casual to something more serious. Yukino followed, silently watching as if the conversation was just as important to her. I served them both, placing the plates carefully before sitting down myself.
"What exactly do you mean by 'unique'?" Cindy asked, her tone both curious and cautious, like she already had an idea but needed confirmation.
I leaned back, folding my arms thoughtfully. "Your mutation... it's not just a physical alteration or an enhancement like the others. It's tied to something deeper, almost like it's connected to an external force—something beyond your control. It's rare and dangerous, but also incredibly powerful."
Cindy's eyes widened slightly, and Yukino glanced between us, her own curiosity piqued. I could tell she wanted to ask something but was holding back, waiting for Cindy to respond first.
"So, what you're saying is... I can't fully control it yet?" Cindy asked, concern creeping into her voice.
"Exactly," I said, leaning forward. "But that's not necessarily a bad thing. With the right training and guidance, you can master it. However, if left unchecked, it could backfire or become uncontrollable. It's like holding a storm in your hands—you need to know when to release it and when to rein it in."
Yukino finally spoke up, her voice soft yet steady. "Do you think it's something we can help her with?"
I nodded slowly. "It's possible. But it'll take time and patience. You'll need to trust each other through the process." I looked at Cindy, meeting her gaze directly. "Are you ready for that kind of challenge?"
Cindy hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded firmly, determination flashing in her eyes. "I'm ready."
"Then let's finish the food first." I reminded them. "It's good,"
"Yeah, you can cook Isshin." Yukimo said, agreeing with Cindy's statement. "I never said I can't."
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Soon after breakfast, the small kitchen grew quiet as Yukino stood by the sink, washing the dishes. The clinking of plates and running water filled the room, while Isshin tidied up, his movements casual but methodical. Yukino glanced over her shoulder at him, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Umm, Isshin," she began hesitantly, "are you by chance a mutant too?"
Isshin raised an eyebrow, not turning fully toward her but clearly paying attention. "Why do you think that?" he asked, his tone calm, almost teasing.
Yukino paused, drying her hands with a towel. "Because of the way you handled everything... last night, this morning. It's like you knew exactly what to do."
A/n: Talking about how with reflex he was able to dodge the item she threw at him.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Isshin's lips. "Hmm," he mused, leaning against the counter. "You could say something like that."
Yukino's brow furrowed slightly, her interest deepening. "Then... what kind of power do you have?"
Isshin's smile widened just a bit, a playful glint in his eyes. He met her gaze for a brief moment before looking away, his voice almost a whisper. "That," he said, "is a secret."
Yukino huffed softly, her lips pursing in frustration. She knew better than to push him, but the curiosity lingered in the air between them, unspoken and unresolved.
"Hello, oh..." Yukino answered the phone, her voice suddenly shifting to a tone of mild surprise. "Is it mandatory?... Ok," she responded, her words carrying a forced obedience that made the conversation sound almost suspicious. "I understand. I'll come. Ok." She ended the call, her expression unreadable, but there was a tension in the air.
Cindy, who had been sitting nearby, noticed the shift immediately. "What happened?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
"We have a invitation."