Spent the morning helping Megumi's group clear out a nest of curses in an old factory. The idiots tried to handle it themselves. They're getting stronger, but still reckless.

It's funny. I used to think strength was only about how many curses you could exorcise or how much blood you could spill. Now, it's the quiet moments after. The way my body hums with adrenaline, every muscle taut and ready. The way they look at me when I get back—like I'm the only goddamn thing in the world.

They pinned me against the shower wall the second I got home. The water was still cold. My skin was covered in grime and a little blood. They didn't care. They just kissed me, hard, and slid their cock inside me before I was even fully wet. The stretch was fucking perfect. I came with my face against the tile, screaming into my own arm, my cunt clenching around them so tight I saw stars. They filled me up, and I just stood there, dripping their cum onto the shower floor, feeling more powerful than I did all morning.

This is my strength now. It's not just in the fight. It's in the aftermath. It's in the way my body can take a pounding and come out begging for more.