At nine PM, room 505 of the female faculty dormitory lay pitch dark.

Moonlight spilled through the window onto the pink bedspread and the beautiful figure there, painting a stunning scene. It felt like the Creator’s most perfect masterpiece to Empty City. Night Zero’s crimson hair glowed softly. Her snow-white arms, peeking from her short sleeves, faintly reflected light onto his face.

What was she planning?

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, making Empty City’s cheeks flush deeply.

While he pondered, Night Zero moved.

Her hand trembled yet stayed firm on her chest buttons, undoing them one by one. It revealed a mature, daring black bra beneath. The deep cleavage looked like an endless valley between mountains, presented cutely before him.

His mind went blank. Empty City’s mouth fell open, eyes wide, thoughts frozen.

He couldn’t process the situation—or didn’t want to. His gaze locked onto her. Memories flooded back: the bathroom scene, him straddling Night Zero, her soft body, the gentle touch in his hands.

His brain felt flooded. Fiery breath rose from his throat, burning hot. He knew this feeling well—simple and clear. It was pure urge for his girlfriend.

With her top off, Night Zero slid downward. Her thigh-high black stockings slipped off silently. Her perfectly curved thighs appeared before Empty City’s eyes.

Now, she wore only the black bra and pure white panties, barely covering her. That tiny fabric hid little. Or perhaps nothing at all.

“Idiot… i-idiot… d-don’t look this way,” she whispered in a trembling voice. She’d mustered huge courage, yet Empty City couldn’t look away.

Her hands fidgeted, crossed over her chest like a shield. But this modesty only made her more alluring, more captivating.

The Night Zero before him defied the word “beautiful.”

Moonlight caressed her smooth skin. Her crimson hair flowed like finest silk. Her curves—likely B-cup or larger—would be irresistible to touch. Empty City felt that pull fiercely. And he’d never let others feel it.

Her perfect silhouette, from slender ankles to soft torso, was indescribable. Like a heavenly Valkyrie.

Staring dumbfounded at her half-naked body made Night Zero unbearably shy. Finally, she spoke, face crimson.

“E-Empty City… hurry up and take yours off too…” Her voice trembled, warped by shame.

Empty City smiled. He saw Night Zero’s flushed face, her fox ears and tail stubbornly hidden.

He stepped forward. His tall frame, a head taller, gently wrapped around her.

He felt her warmth, inhaled her hair’s sweet scent—taking deep, unconscious breaths. Her body fragrance was like a drug, addicting him, driving him wild.

“You’re the real idiot,” he said softly. “Tonight… I just wanted to chat and sleep together. I’m touched by your feelings. But… I’m not ready either.”

Night Zero had misunderstood his earlier words. To avoid being killed in rage, he chose tact. Deep down, he craved more too. But reason won.

“Not okay?”

“Not now.”

“Is my body not tempting enough?” Her fists clenched, trembling. Was it hurt or anger?

Such a question was absurd! Empty City blurted his truth.

“How could it not tempt me? One look, and I lose control. In the bathroom, I wanted you… ahem. Even now, the urge hasn’t faded. But… Night Zero, you don’t want to rush, right? Not until we know each other completely—every inch, every thought.”

He held her smooth, tender body close, breathing in her hair as he spoke.

“Still… you’re bold, Night Zero. Could it be you’re not a…”

“Idiot!!!”

Slam!

Empty City’s body thudded onto the bed.

He’d used that tone to ease his urges and lighten the mood. But…

It still hurt like hell.

After punching him, Night Zero seemed oddly happy. Seizing the chance, Empty City pulled her into his arms. They tumbled onto the bed together, lying side by side, silently gazing at each other. Of course, Empty City got the better deal.

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Only the bedside lamp glowed in the room, shining on the girl in his arms.

Under the blanket, Empty City lay bare-chested on his side, holding Night Zero. She wore just her bra and panties. He was likely hard down there—who knew? At least, he held back his urges for now.

“Idiot… you’re poking me,” she murmured shyly, her bare back against him.

“Ahem… physiological response. Just a response.”

His mouth felt parched. Empty City sighed inwardly. Why act so cool earlier? Now he burned with desire but couldn’t move.

How embarrassing. His hardness pressed against her lovely buttocks.

To hide it, he changed the subject.

“Uh, Night Zero… aren’t you shy now? Like, showing your fox tail?”

Before, a simple princess carry or wall slam would make her blush and sprout fox features. But now, leaning against him, nothing happened?

“Idiot! It’s your fault!”

“Huh?”

“You casually wall-slammed me! Carried me! Even saw my whole body!”

“Wait—”

“We’ve done the most embarrassing things already! And we’ve done plenty before! I’m used to it, idiot! Besides… isn’t this normal for couples?” Her voice faded softly.

He inhaled her crimson hair’s scent—a fragrance he’d never tire of—and smiled. He didn’t realize how red his own face was.

“Yeah… it is normal.” His voice lowered too.

“I like you. I love you. So… say it again?” Night Zero pulled his hand wrapped around her chest.

Facing away, he couldn’t see her expression. But her bare back was enough.

“I love you. More than anyone!” Empty City spoke his true feelings, holding her tight.

“Then… are we officially… boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

“Of course.”

Empty City propped himself up, leaned close to her face, and kissed her gently.

This unexpected tease made Night Zero shiver all over.

Poof… poof.

Soft, furry things brushed his lower body. Her crimson fox ears begged to be rubbed, teased.

He couldn’t resist.

His mischievous hand slid inside her fox ear like a mosquito.

Mmm… so itchy…

So itchy!

Night Zero flipped over. Slam! Her fist exploded before his eyes.

After five lonely years, Empty City had found his happiness here.

If that’s the case, you’d bless me, right?

Holding Night Zero, he thought to himself.