Just...everything, tipped him over. He was mindless, a god and a grain of sand all at once. It was like a physical epiphany, the realisation of one of his most coveted fantasies. Kuronue came so hard he passed out, slumped against the girl beside him, who though dazed and dishevelled herself, caught him and let his head rest against her shoulder, pushing his hair from his eyes.

He woke a beat later, opening his eyes blearily, and noted that most of the girls were laying in various states of dress, cuddling or slumped while they caught their breath. Kuronue shifted, humming in pure delight when he realised the girl was Kanae, and Mamechiho was beside her, laying half in her lap, watching them with amusement, something else he couldn't quite quantify.

He felt Yukimura's come seep from his ass as he squirmed, feeling full and content for the moment. He reached out to run his hand along Kanae's breast, Mamechiho's cheek, Yukimura's side. He looked over to his mate, curious, ever-loving.