I Sealed Sukuna’s Finger#453+454: You Want Me to Lose Control That Badly? Senpai's Lingerie Adds Attack Speed

Meanwhile, Bokue Keikain—who'd left Yasaka Shrine earlier—had already returned to the Keikain estate.

Since he'd used teleportation techniques to return directly to a fixed point, when Bokue reappeared he was already inside the Keikain family head's residence. No one else in the Keikain family had seen his current appearance.

Opening the entrance door to enter the inner house, the corridor was utterly silent.

Though this was normal—at this time, Yura was usually in her room doing homework. Despite being a prestigious Onmyōji family, the Keikain children still had to attend school.

Otherwise, if they couldn't even read the characters written in the family's comprehensive Onmyōdō manual, they'd never become Onmyōji.

After brief consideration, Bokue decided to visit Yura first.

So crossing through the corridor and circling the courtyard, when the young man reached her door and slid it open, he saw that certain young Onmyōji girl sitting at her desk in the familiar bedroom.

However, Yura wasn't reading or doing homework right now. Instead, both hands gripped her phone tightly—its screen dark—her slightly pale face drawn tight, looking quite tense.

"What are you doing, Yura?"

"Broth—!?"

Hearing Bokue's voice, the young Onmyōji girl instinctively whipped her head around, only to freeze the instant her gaze landed on him.

What met her eyes was a boy appearing only about seven or eight years old, yet so familiar to Yura's eyes.

"Wait! You are Brother... right?"

Though "Brother" had already escaped her lips instinctively, the young Onmyōji girl still hastily dropped her phone, rising from the desk to approach the doorway. She bent down slightly, leaning close to examine and confirm carefully.

"It's me, it's me."

Bokue raised his hand to rub Yura's small head.

Previously, his hand could reach directly when naturally lowered. But now he had to raise it high to barely touch.

"I just adjusted my appearance a bit. Besides, this is what I looked like as a kid. Is it really that hard to recognize?"

"No... I recognized you, just wasn't entirely sure..."

Yura hesitated.

"So are you okay, Brother?"

"I'm fine. Perfectly fine."

Bokue spun in place.

"Just came back to tell you—I've handled everything with Abe no Seimei and Hagoromo-Gitsune. No need to worry anymore."

"I see... ah."

Yura still hadn't quite processed it, but if her brother said it was resolved, then it was resolved.

Then she made a soft sound.

"So you're not injured, Brother?"

"Injured? No."

As if hearing something quite unexpected, Bokue raised an eyebrow.

"Why would you ask that?"

"No... nothing, just seeing how you look right now..."

Yura hesitated again, but ultimately spoke out.

"Feels like you might have shrunk after running out of power."

Pfft...

Hearing this, Bokue nearly burst out laughing.

"How could that be? I'm not Gid Lucione Deviluke."

(Note: Gid Lucione Deviluke is Lala's father from To Love-Ru, who takes on a chibi child form after exhausting his power)

Besides, if fighting Abe no Seimei required exhausting his power, he might as well give up.

Honestly, Abe no Seimei's full strength was about equivalent to when Bokue had just awakened his Magnetic Field Rotation at age seven. At most, maybe slightly better endurance in prolonged combat.

"Anyway, you don't need to worry, Yura. I just temporarily changed my appearance a bit."

"Mm... that's good then."

Suppressing the urge to rush forward and hug him, Yura nodded gently.

Bokue tilted his head slightly past the girl to glance at the phone on the desk.

"Were you looking at your phone just now, Yura?"

"Not really. Just hesitating whether to call you."

Yura explained honestly.

"Since you said earlier you were fighting Abe no Seimei, I was a bit worried. But I was afraid calling would interfere, so I kept waiting for you to call me back."

"Ah..."

Bokue's voice caught.

He hadn't considered that Yura might be worrying about him alone at home. After all, he hadn't taken Abe no Seimei seriously at all, and after finishing, he'd stayed at Yasaka Shrine until now.

"Oh, and Brother, you just said 'came back to tell me'—are you going out again?"

Yura suddenly asked.

"Yeah... I am."

Bokue hesitated briefly, but ultimately nodded.

He could have answered righteously, but considering he'd just left Yura worrying alone at home for so long, he somehow couldn't bring himself to mention going back to Itogami Island tonight.

But deceiving her seemed even worse than disappointing her.

"Made plans with someone earlier. Going out for dinner tonight, so..."

"Will you come back tonight?"

Yura asked again.

"...Probably not."

Whether it was Bokue's imagination or not, when Yura asked "will you come back tonight," he suddenly experienced strange déjà vu.

He seemed to recall only Natsuki and Rias asking questions like that.

Now even Yura was asking. It felt a bit... hmm, probably overthinking?

"But I'll be back tomorrow."

Remembering he had to help Yasaka-neesan and Hagoromo-Gitsune move tomorrow, Bokue added that line.

"...Okay, fine."

After a brief silence, Yura nodded gently again.

The room's atmosphere immediately grew cold.

Bokue didn't know what to say either, so he simply pointed toward his own room's direction outside the door.

"Then I'll head over first. See you tomorrow."

"Mm..."

Yura didn't say much else. Not until the sounds of opening and closing doors came, finally leaving her alone in the room.

The young Onmyōji girl stared fixedly at the hazy sunset filtering through the paper windows onto the floor. Her hand unconsciously pressed against her lower abdomen, gently caressing it.

"Stupid brother..."

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Meanwhile, Bokue had already reached his own room's entrance.

He reached out to slide open the door. What met his eyes was a certain purple-haired swordswoman kneeling seiza-style on the quiet room's tatami, her katana—which had battled the Great Demon Tsuchigumo—placed before her. Back straight, eyes closed, she meditated.

"..."

Bokue—who'd been about to greet her—immediately stopped. He lightened his footsteps, entering the room.

But just as he reached Saeko Busujima's front without speaking or moving, the seemingly meditating swordswoman extended both arms to embrace him, then leaned her body slightly forward to kiss him directly.

"Don't underestimate a swordsman's perception during meditation, Bokue."

Saeko slowly opened her eyes with a smile.

"Plus, taking on this appearance—do you want me to lose control that badly, Bokue?"

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Could only say it wasn't an illusion. Ever since Bokue shrunk himself to his childhood appearance, he seemed to have suddenly become universally beloved.

Oh, he could also say he'd been pretty beloved before shrinking too.

Just these two types of affection differed slightly.

Before shrinking, it was called craving—like Natsuki, as if she could never eat enough, wanting him residing in her belly twenty-four hours a day.

But now it was more the "can't put down" feeling—like any girl wanted to hold him in her arms for cuddling and nuzzling.

Of course, if developments could reach some FBI door-kicking scenarios, even better.

Though Saeko Busujima wasn't quite that extreme.

After all, it was still only after three in the afternoon—still daytime. Plus, evening would arrive soon. With the Keikain family's healthy sleep schedule of early to bed and early to rise, who knew when Miss Yura might come calling for dinner.

If she opened the door just as Miss Yura saw her doing that with the shrunken Bokue, the Kyoto police sirens would probably echo through the Keikain estate immediately.

In conclusion, hugging and cuddling was about the limit.

Inside the bedroom, Bokue—fresh from Hagoromo-Gitsune's embrace at Yasaka Shrine—now appeared in the swordswoman's arms. He leaned back against Saeko's soft chest, tilting his head slightly. His gaze perfectly met the swordswoman's eyes falling from above.

"I'm heading back to Itogami Island shortly. Want to come with me, Busujima-senpai?"

Unlike Gojo and the others, Bokue knew Saeko had come to Kyoto specifically to wait for a boat to Itogami Island. Her student registration still remained at Kuoh Academy. With Kuoh Academy merging with Saikai Academy on Itogami Island, Kuoh Academy's address had also moved from Tokyo to Itogami Island.

"Come together meaning..."

Saeko didn't immediately agree, instead pondering briefly before raising another question.

"If I go to Itogami Island with Bokue now, will you return to Kyoto afterward?"

The question's meaning was crystal clear—she didn't want to stay alone. She wanted to be with Bokue.

If Bokue was only sending her to Itogami Island before immediately returning to Kyoto, she'd rather continue staying in Kyoto—no need to rush.

"Probably won't be back tonight, but I need to return tomorrow morning."

Bokue thought for a moment and continued.

"After coming back tomorrow morning, barring accidents, I'll be staying on Itogami Island. School's starting soon, after all."

Right, there's still school...

Saeko suddenly felt enlightened.

The strength he displayed always made her inadvertently forget his true age.

Like someone who'd campaigned half their life, gained world-dominating power, looked back at their eighteen-year-old past, only to discover they were seventeen and still a minor.

"Oh right, do you have a place to stay on Itogami Island, Busujima-senpai?"

Bokue suddenly realized this crucial issue.

"A place to stay..."

Saeko hesitated.

"In Tokyo, I had the house my parents left me. But on Itogami Island, since Kuoh Academy merged with Saikai Academy, my student registration should have transferred to Saikai Academy too. I should be able to stay in the student dorms then."

She'd even checked online in advance—Saikai Academy treated students quite well. All individual rooms, avoiding the hassle of dealing with roommates.

"Dorms, huh..."

Bokue thought briefly.

Didn't seem bad. Tomorrow morning he'd help Yasaka-neesan's side move, then in the afternoon he needed to connect the spatial link between the old school building currently at the top of the Keystone Gate and Saikai Academy.

He could set the old school building's location within Saikai Academy near the dormitory building. That way, going anywhere would be convenient.

"Works. Let's leave now then."

After mentally calculating the upcoming schedule, Bokue made the final decision.

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Though reaching Itogami Island only took the blink of an eye, since Saeko counted as a "new student enrollment" for Saikai Academy, after arriving on Itogami Island, Bokue accompanied her through all the procedures.

Not particularly troublesome—they hadn't reached the new semester start requiring textbook distribution yet. Just picking up dorm keys and processing student cards.

Even so, by the time all procedures finished and they arrived at the dorm, another hour had passed.

The angle of sunlight through the window completely tilted westward. Already past four-thirty in the afternoon.

As mentioned earlier, Saikai Academy treated students exceptionally well. Everyone had single-occupancy rooms with independent bathrooms, even kitchens, plus desks, chairs, cabinets, etc. Basically equivalent to small studio apartments.

Inside the bedroom, Bokue sat on the bed swinging his legs, watching Saeko by the closet nearby take her clothes piece by piece from the suitcase to hang on the closet's hangers.

Compared to normal high school girls, Saeko's wardrobe seemed exceptionally sparse. Aside from slightly more sweaters for winter, the rest was basically two outfits per season—just enough for changes.

Living under harsh conditions comparable even to a certain Sword Shaman girl.

Yet within this pile of seemingly normal clothes, an extremely tempting deep purple suddenly caught Bokue's eyes without warning. He couldn't help lightly hopping off the bed to stand behind the swordswoman, making a slightly surprised sound.

"Oh~ So Senpai wears this style?"

"Mmph..."

Saeko had just bent down to pick up those clothes from the suitcase when the young man's voice came from behind, making her cheeks flush.

It was lingerie—divided into three sections: from bra to panties to garter stockings, all deep purple lace texture, perfectly matching the girl's hair color. It gave an impression of noble maturity and mystery, enticing deeper exploration.

"Um... th-these clothes, I secretly bought them myself before. Originally thought they'd match my hair color perfectly, but after putting them on, I realized they were just too... so in the end I only secretly wore them once at home..."

By the end, the swordswoman's cheeks flushed so red they nearly dripped blood.

"Oh~ I see. No wonder I don't recall ever seeing Senpai wear them."

Bokue nodded. As he spoke, he'd already returned to normal size, supporting the swordswoman's lower abdomen from behind with one hand while the other spread five fingers to press against her skirt hem. His power penetrated the thin fabric to reach the skin beneath.

"Perfect timing—we still have a bit. How about Senpai tries them on? I hear these clothes increase attack speed. Plus, we just arrived at the dorm—don't you want to test the bed's sturdiness, Senpai?"

"Ngh...!"

Hearing this, the swordswoman's body trembled slightly. Though she didn't play games, she understood what "adding attack speed" and "testing sturdiness" meant in this context.

Besides... this was Bokue's invitation. How could she refuse?

With that thought, Saeko bit her lower lip lightly, nodding softly.

"I-I can... if Bokue wants."