My time with you

The Orario was filled with a mixed atmosphere, whether it was tension, excitement, or many others. 

All of them had been waiting for the War Game between the Ishtar Familia and the Hestia Familia. 

Frankly, no one thought the Ishtar Familia would win, especially when all of them knew how powerful Isao was. Yet, even if they knew the truth, everyone still wished to see the War Game between the two, anticipating it, thinking that it would be wonderful to see two powerful Familias in the Orario fight each other. 

Moreover, no matter what the world or universe is, watching each other fight each other has always been the best form of entertainment. 

Nevertheless, while the Ishtar Familia prepared with all of their might, and the Hestia Familia also trained with their skills, what had happened in Orario appeared as if it had nothing to do with Isao and Haruhime. 

After their last meeting, the two of them met every day and stayed together for as long as one remembered. Still, to make their meeting comfortable, Isao brought Haruhime to one of his properties in Orario. 

Haruhime was a bit nervous, but she happily agreed to follow him as she anticipated their meetings and their talk, especially when Isao was also interested in the talk about a hero. 

At the same time, as their relationship grew closer, with Isao's conduct, how could he let her go? 

However, as a gentleman, he knew that he couldn't be in a hurry even if he knew that if he pushed Haruhime, she would happily accept him. Still, considering her personality and traits, he built their interaction slowly, and now, he could get a lap pillow and sometimes hug her tail. 

"I-Iinuma-sama..." 

Her voice was meek and weak, appearing so shy, yet she didn't stop Isao from hugging her bushy tail. Still, whenever he touched her, she felt her body being electrocuted and strangely comfortable. Yes, she was eager for this comfort, yet she had to say she was embarrassed! 

"One minute more. Just one minute." 

"Geez..." 

Watching her helpless expression as Isao hugged her tail and rubbed his face against it, he really felt that she would open her legs for him. 

Noticing his eyes, Haruhime was shy, lowering her head before she peeked at him with a cute blush on her face. Usually, she would pass away whenever anyone tried to touch her, so even if she was a prostitute, she was a virgin, but she didn't know that fact and only knew that her body was unclean. 

Yet, even so, she wished to stay by his side. 

"Let me rest for a moment, Haruhime." 

"Um." 

When Isao lay on her thighs, Haruhime looked at him with a gentle smile, watching him sleeping, and cautiously caressed his hair. She was a bit nervous at first, but as he didn't wake up, she loved the feeling of taking care of him and seeing the side that no one had ever seen. 

In the eyes of others, Isao was that hardened and decisive leader that everyone respected, feared, and even loved, but when he took off everything, he was just a young man who was forced to lead and stand at the top. Moreover, as he had taken this step, it was impossible for him to stop, and his only option was to walk forward since if he stepped back, what was left was only destruction since his enemies would see his action as a weakness, which gave them a chance to destroy him. 

Haruhime ached when she thought at how Isao kept fighting and wished to become a place for his comfort, taking care of him when he was exhausted, yet when she thought about which Familia she came from and her identity... she knew that everything would end soon. 

This exchange, their talk about many other things, and the comfort which they shared would all disappear when Isao realized who she was, so until then... until then... she wished to be by his side. 

"Why did you cry again?" 

Suddenly, Isao, who lay on Haruhime's thighs, woke up when he felt something wet on his face, and as expected, it was her tears. 

"I-I am sorry, Iinuma-sama!" 

Haruhime was panicked, trying to wipe her tears as she knew that she had bothered his rest. 

"You are such a crybaby." 

Isao appeared helpless as he wiped away her tears. 

Feeling the gentle touch on his cheek, wiping her tears softly, Haruhime couldn't look away from him. She loved this feeling when his hand touched her face, gently holding her, thinking that it was all great. At the same time, her body also felt hot, watching his face that was so close. 

His eyes, nose, then lips. 

Everything was so close that she couldn't help but imagine kissing him. 

Was she such a lewd woman? 

She knew that she wasn't worthy, yet sometimes, when they parted, she always longed for his presence, thinking how he would embrace her body tightly and never let her go. 

Yet, as her heart and body wished so, her mind couldn't help but stop her ridiculous thought since she knew well that her identity was too inferior, dirty, and never could be realized. 

'Prostitute...' 

Oh, how much she wished to meet him so early so that she could give him her clean body instead of this tainted one. 

Yet, if everything had happened, nothing could have been changed, and for now, she should be satisfied with this. 

However, when everything moves in a good direction, something will always come to destroy everything. 

Their good moment, the time they shared, was interrupted by a group of people. 

"Good work, Haruhime. You have done a good job of seducing him." 

"....." 

Isao fell silent, then watched a group of Amazoness who invaded his house all of a sudden. More importantly, he also saw a familiar goddess who was supposed to be the leader of his enemy in the next War Game. 

However, Haruhime was shocked when she saw everyone coming to attack Isao. "P-Please stop...!" She tried to stop all of them by running in their direction, protecting Isao, but somehow one Amazoness moved so fast and caught her, covering her mouth, so she couldn't say anything. 

"Hmhmh!" 

Haruhime tried to fight, but her power didn't allow her, hoping for Isao to run and escape. 

"Ishtar, what are you doing here?" 

Isao looked at Ishtar, who pulled her veil, showing her beautiful face and lascivious body. 

Her expression was that of crazed, happy, and even filled with obsession. 

"Call me "-sama," you mortal." 

Ishtar scolded Isao's insolence, then looked at him with a smile. "Now, be my slave." 

As she said so, she used her charm, trying to make Isao into her obedient slave! 

'Isao-sama!' 

Shouting with all of her might within her mind, Haruhime fell into despair. 

Yet, except for Haruhime, everyone in this place knew that Ishtar had won.