Chapter 44 — The One He Claimed: Aika's Anchor
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11:02 PM | Tokyo Loft — A Ritual of Flesh and Will
Yuuto reached for Aika.
Not the burning temptation of Hana.
Not the eerie silence of Reika.
But the girl who had bled for him.
The girl who had died for him.
The one who still loved him.
> "It has to be you…"
She trembled, already crying—
But her hands were steady.
She kissed him once—gently—then bit down hard.
Blood. Heat. Moaning breath.
A binding of lips and fate.
> "Then let me suffer with you…"
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The Ritual Begins
Aika sat astride him.
Her body still weak, her eyes glowing faintly.
She began to move — slow, careful, ritualistic.
> Every thrust etched a sigil into the air.
Every moan echoed with ancient voices.
She cried out—
Not in pain—
But from the curse lifting from her skin and crawling into his.
> "You're taking it all… Aika…"
> "I want it, Yuuto. I want your sin. Your seed. Your soul."
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The Mirror Cracks
The mirror across the room shattered.
The Goddess screamed—
> "NO!"
> "She's sealing me— through pleasure?!"
But Aika didn't stop.
She rode him like it was her last breath—
Her hands clutching his chest as if it would vanish.
Tears mixing with sweat, blood, and ecstasy.
> "Finish in me."
> "Bind it to me."
> "Let me take your darkness."
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The Seal is Made
Yuuto came.
Not just in body—
But in soul.
A scream. A flare of red light.
The room exploded in magical energy.
And when it cleared—
Aika was unconscious, glowing faintly.
Yuuto's sigils were gone.
And the Goddess's voice… was silent.
Reika fell limp.
Hana collapsed.
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Yuuto pulled Aika into his arms.
Her body warm. Her chest rising.
> She survived.
> And she anchored him.
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