“Mrs.
Yukinoshita, all the boys under eight years old are gathered here…”
In the orphanage courtyard, dozens of children stood in rows, nervously clutching their clothes and keeping their heads down.
Most appeared malnourished and disheveled.
In this dangerous world filled with ghouls, demons, and supernatural disasters, ordinary people died violent deaths every day.
Orphans left behind after their families perished were tragically common.
As a result, orphanages and welfare institutions were packed to the brim.
Even with financial support from families like the Yukinoshitas, overcrowded facilities could barely function.
Given these harsh conditions, few children met Mrs.
Yukinoshita’s exacting standards.
“We’ve already visited three orphanages…”
Mrs.
Yukinoshita’s elegant brows furrowed slightly.
While she intended to follow the diviner’s advice about introducing male energy into the household, she had no interest in investing emotions or resources into this adopted child.
That didn’t mean she would take just anyone into the prestigious Yukinoshita family.
Her gaze drifted to the last boy in line.
“Oh?”
The child’s pale complexion stood out strikingly among the group.
His delicate features formed a picture-perfect harmony on his youthful face.
Though dressed in the same shabby clothes as the others, he exuded an ethereal grace.
Even someone as discerning and stern as Mrs.
Yukinoshita couldn’t help but feel a flicker of fondness.
His only drawback was being slightly shorter than the other children, which was why she hadn’t noticed him immediately.
“But children grow quickly with proper nutrition,” she mused.
Several minutes later, in the director’s office…
After briefly inquiring about the boy’s background and personality, Mrs.
Yukinoshita made her decision.
“Kou-kun, Mrs.
Yukinoshita wishes to adopt you.
Would you like to go with her?”
The elderly director gently pulled Kouma forward as she spoke.
Having grown up in the orphanage, his adorable appearance and mature demeanor made him universally beloved by the staff.
“Mrs.
Yukinoshita?”
The familiar surname made Kouma’s heart skip.
He looked up at the stunning woman before him—a perfect blend of beauty, nobility, and commanding presence.
“The Yukinoshita family has long sponsored our orphanage,” the director added meaningfully.
“It’s a great fortune to be chosen by Mrs.
Yukinoshita.”
She hoped Kouma would accept, ensuring his future security and comfort.
The Yukinoshita family…
So this really is Yukino’s mother?
Studying the woman’s faintly familiar features, Kouma pondered his situation.
Since turning eight—the age incubi reached maturity—his need for yin energy had increased dramatically.
The crowded orphanage only allowed brief moments at dusk to absorb lunar yin energy, far from sufficient for his adult needs.
While hunting human women was an option, the risk of exposure was too great—potentially endangering Ai and the orphanage.
Though he cherished this place that raised him, it was time to leave.
The Yukinoshita household would provide a private room for cultivation, new check-in locations, and presumably excellent security…
His decision crystallized.
“I’m willing.”
Looking up earnestly into Mrs.
Yukinoshita’s eyes, Kouma nodded.
Meeting that clear gaze, the noblewoman felt as if this boy embodied heaven’s favor.
An unexpected urge to hug him prickled at her heart.
Ahem.
Mrs.
Yukinoshita suppressed the impulse.
As head of the Yukinoshita family, she would never display vulnerability in public.
“Mikoto, handle the paperwork.”
Meanwhile, Kouma called Ai on his phone.
After thirty rings went unanswered, he sighed.
“Still performing, I guess…”
He settled for texting her about the situation.
“I hope Ai can sleep without her human pillow.”
Once the formalities concluded, Kouma shouldered his small backpack and left the orphanage.
Inside the luxury car, he hugged his bag while curled obediently in the seat, peering curiously out the window like a kitten leaving its nest for the first time—equal parts wonder and wariness.
Mrs.
Yukinoshita observed him from the corner of her eye.
Her perpetually stern expression softened almost imperceptibly.
“Put the bag on the seat.”
Though her tone remained strict, her voice quietened noticeably.
“Okay.”
Kouma complied politely, bringing him slightly closer to Mrs.
Yukinoshita.
A delicate fragrance wafted from her, tickling his nose.
Unfamiliar with her temperament, Kouma resolved to maintain his well-behaved facade until he understood her better.
He sat rigidly upright, careful not to touch her.
His arsenal of problematic abilities—especially the LV3 Woman Pleasure Hand—remained a pressing concern.
One accidental brush against Ai had elicited a breathy gasp and blush he’d never forgotten.
If that happened with a mature woman like Mrs.
Yukinoshita…
Kouma had no intention of derailing his new life before it began.
The ride passed in silence until they reached the Yukinoshita estate.
“This will be your home from now on.”
Mrs.
Yukinoshita’s declaration was characteristically terse as she took Kouma’s bag and stepped out.
Just as Kouma moved to follow—disaster struck.
His foot missed the step entirely, sending him tumbling forward.
“Oh shit—Lucky Pervert—!”
Thump!
The thought barely registered before Kouma found himself sprawled across an incredibly soft body.
“Madam!”
Mikoto gasped and rushed to help—only to freeze when an uncharacteristic moan escaped Mrs.
Yukinoshita’s lips.
The normally unflappable noblewoman lay flushed and breathless beneath Kouma, her lips parted slightly.
Mikoto stared in shock.
This…
This couldn’t be the same unshakably composed Mrs.
Yukinoshita!