It was only natural that Reimu's lower half was completely **—the ravaged traces were no different from her upper body, perhaps even worse.

Kyouko’s thighs were slightly parted, smeared with white stains everywhere. A glance down past her crotch clearly revealed her most private area, a mess of various foul substances mixed in.

Beyond that, the futon beneath her was a chaotic tapestry of red and white interwoven—the maiden’s lost crimson mingling with some unspeakable goo, creating a unique vista. This time, the Scarlet and White Miko had truly become scarlet and white!

Not only had Reimu lost her decorum, she had now lost her virginity. Could she even remain a Miko?

“Damn it, I’m finished!” Realizing he had truly ** Reimu, Lin Luo clutched his head in agony. He never expected to push the Scarlet and White one over in this manner; this was a matter of life and death... The mere thought of the terrifying Oni Miko from yesterday sent a chill down his spine.

Lin Luo quietly slipped off the ** and quickly picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, dressing himself. Simultaneously, his thoughts spun at high speed: How could he have pushed Reimu over last night? Such a thing seemed utterly impossible. When he entered yesterday, there was no one else here. And for Reimu to initiate it herself? She wouldn't be this shameless. So then...

“If we combine the mystery of Gensokyo with your mystery, what do you think would happen?”

“While there certainly is something that needs doing,” he added, “it should be a good thing for you.”

Suddenly, Lin Luo recalled what Yukari Yakumo had said yesterday, and his heart jolted. Even the movements of his hands stopped. “C-Could that Madam Purple have been referring to this?”

“That’s impossible, right?” Lin Luo found the idea preposterous. Reimu’s existence was crucial to Yukari Yakumo. Moreover, Yukari clearly knew he harbored feelings for Reimu and had even given him explicit hints. Under no circumstances would she allow him to carry Reimu away. So how could she, in the blink of an eye, push Reimu into his **? It defied all logic!

“...Since an ideal successor cannot be found, one must be manufactured. If the mystery of Gensokyo combines with your mystery, what do you think would happen?”

“That’s it!” Thinking of another phrase Yukari Yakumo had uttered, Lin Luo slapped his thigh hard, the sharp crack making him break out in a cold sweat. He glanced back at the ** and, seeing no sign of Reimu waking, let out a breath of relief.

Yesterday, he hadn't understood the meaning behind Yukari’s words. But now, he finally grasped it. His mystery combining with the mystery of Gensokyo referred precisely to him and Reimu. Reimu’s aptitude was unquestionable, and Yukari was aware of his own background. So, what would become of a child born of these two?

The successor Yukari Yakumo had sought was the child born of him and Hakurei Reimu!

“Damn it! I knew that Madam Purple wasn't plotting anything good, but I never imagined she’d be this utterly shameless!” Lin Luo was in despair, despairing over the endless lack of principle in Gensokyo.

Although he lacked concrete proof, judging by all indicators, his guess was over ninety percent likely to be correct. After all, Madam Purple possessed the Power of Boundaries... the boundary between reality and dream, the boundary between the seen and the unseen, the boundary of pushing down and being pushed down, the boundary of ** and un-**. Well, the last two were pure nonsense, but the motive and the conditions were all there—Madam Purple’s scheme was practically confirmed!

The only uncertainty was that he and Reimu had only been intimate for one night. Although the frequency had been high, he had been with Iwanami Mikoto many times before without any pregnancy resulting. How could Madam Purple be so sure she could get Reimu pregnant? Fine, stepping back—if the offspring wasn't a girl, she obviously couldn't be the Hakurei Miko, rendering all this effort moot?

Did Madam Purple also possess the Boundary of Pregnancy and Non-Pregnancy, or the Boundary of Male versus Female offspring?

Putting those matters aside for now, Lin Luo had largely figured out the cause and effect. Indeed, this should count as a good thing for him. Since they now shared this tangible conjugal relationship, securing a contract with her should be significantly easier. And if a child did result, that child would be an absolute breakthrough point. However, all of this hinged on whether he could survive today!

Yesterday, Reimu had only been groped on the chest and instantly transformed into the Oni Miko, brutally punishing the perpetrator until he resembled a flower. But last night, he had eaten her clean—exploding front and back, all sorts of explosions. If Reimu’s figure had been slightly better, perhaps an explosion of the chest would have been added to the list. That intense scene and the burning heat of the moment would probably make even AV protagonists feel ashamed.

This act, compared to a simple chest groping, was heaven and earth apart. If Reimu didn't remember, it might be fine. But if she clearly recalled everything from last night, turning into the Oni Miko Five—Lin Luo wouldn't believe he could survive even if beaten to death!

Lin Luo knew his limits; he lacked several realms of power to fend off the Oni Miko. If Reimu went berserk, he stood virtually no chance of survival.

“I have to repair her hymen first,” Lin Luo mused. “That way, her virginity will return, and I can pretend to still be asleep...” Running away was out of the question. Eating his fill and running off would be too unscrupulous, and this kind of event couldn't be kept secret anyway. Therefore, the only option was to restore the hymen. If he did that, perhaps Reimu would dismiss last night as a wild dream and let it go, just like the last time involving the three of them: Scarlet, White, and Black.

However, there was a problem: how to deal with the marks all over Reimu’s body? That couldn't be fixed by simple restoration. And if he cleaned her up himself, he risked waking her...

“Damn that Madam Purple, she didn’t even leave me a way out!” Lin Luo scratched his head in distress. At this moment, staying was dangerous, and leaving was impossible; he was as agitated as an ant on a hot pan.

“Forget it!” After a moment, Lin Luo decided to take a gamble. He gambled that Reimu wouldn't wake up after such vigorous exercise. He would use this time to retrieve her virginity, clean her body, and just hide things for now.

With his decision made, Lin Luo first looked at Reimu’s face, seeing her eyes still closed as if she were fast asleep, which reassured him slightly. Then, he cautiously extended his hand, his gaze directed toward the maiden’s private area.

Even though they had been intimate many times last night, when his eyes fell upon the maiden’s lush, secret garden, he couldn't help but swallow hard. A physical, spontaneous erection surfaced. Aside from her less-than-ample bust, Reimu’s other attributes were top-tier, certain to ignite a man’s desire. And now, she was not only completely ** but also covered in foul substances, and the lingering atmosphere of last night’s debauchery remained. For Lin Luo, who had tasted its depths, this was a fatal temptation.

Fortunately, Lin Luo’s composure was relatively stable now. He fiercely suppressed the urge to ** her again, pushing down his desire. His hands, already slightly trembling, reached toward the maiden’s sensitive spot. But as Lin Luo’s fingertips just made contact with the girl's private area— “Hm?”—Reimu abruptly opened her eyes! This sight instantly shattered Lin Luo, who had been meticulously monitoring her state. His hand jerked, and he nearly drove his entire hand in. He felt like crying; why did it always turn out like this?!

“What are you doing?” Reimu seemed not fully awake. Seeing Lin Luo right near her ** did not surprise her; instead, she rubbed her eyes and asked naturally.

Lin Luo offered no reply. He was completely unable to react right now... Character overloaded. Thinking disabled. Forced request for disconnection.

“Ugh, strange, why does my body hurt so much? And my mouth tastes bitter. Did I eat something bad yesterday?” Reimu awoke groggily, the first thing she registered being the pain throughout her body. Her neck, chest, lower abdomen, thighs—nearly no part of her was pain-free. The worst pain, however, was in her lower body, feeling as if she had been torn apart front and back, causing her brows to furrow deeply as she cried out in agony.

In addition to that, her mouth was filled with a bitter, numb taste, faintly overlaid with a pungent, fishy smell. She instinctively reached up to wipe her tongue, and her finger came away with a slick trace.

“Ugh, this hurts so much! Could this be another incident?” Reimu pushed herself up on her arms, frowning. But as soon as she raised her torso halfway, she froze completely. She saw her entire body was **, her lower half smeared not only with red blood but also with milky white stains, and, most notably, a man’s hand resting between her legs.

“Huh?” Looking at the scene before her, Reimu was momentarily confused. However, she was not entirely ignorant of sexual matters. After several seconds of mental questioning, her hazy gaze gradually cleared. The frenzy of the previous night gradually returned to her memory... Finally... she understood what had happened.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!” A terrifying shriek echoed throughout Gensokyo.

Aya Shameimaru, the most outstanding elite reporter in the Tengu Press Corps, while conducting her routine search for Gensokyo gossip the morning after the grand banquet, heard an earth-shattering, shrill scream emanating from the Hakurei Shrine. But when she arrived, the shrine was in ruins, nearly collapsed, suggesting a ferocious battle had taken place, and the Miko who resided there was nowhere to be found.

Afterward, the great reporter Aya Shameimaru questioned nearby residents of the Hakurei Shrine. According to an anonymous source, they had also heard the scream, but it was so terrifying, like a demon descending, that they dared not investigate, fleeing instead as fast as they could.

In response, the great reporter Aya Shameimaru expressed her regrets and simultaneously announced that she would continue to follow up on this matter. Therefore, she urged the populace to continue their daily lives with peace of mind; she would stake her journalistic integrity on uncovering the truth of this incident!