"Indeed, what do you propose we do?" Izayoi Yomi countered, her arms crossed, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Right, what exactly should we do?" Looking at their expressions, Lin Luo instantly felt immense pressure, for he had stumbled into a predicament.

Any trouble he'd had with other Hosts occurred before the contract signing; once the agreement was accepted, there were no lingering issues. But with these unique Shokumei sisters, the trouble began precisely because they had agreed to the contract...

Because, the current ritual required a Kiss Contract.

Previously, the contract was sealed through a chest-seduction—though slightly awkward for both parties, he had two hands, which fit perfectly. But now, he certainly didn't have two mouths!

Even using a clone technique would be useless; it was merely an apparition and couldn't carry the Book of Contracts. A kiss delivered without the book was clearly just an ordinary kiss.

"How about I just slice you in half?" Yomi blinked, and as she spoke, the blade in her hand flickered slightly, suggesting she might not have been joking.

"That's a bit too macabre," Lin Luo managed, sweating slightly, before offering a constructive suggestion. "How about we take them one at a time?"

"What do you mean, 'one at a time'! This isn't—" Yomi’s face flushed crimson as she tried to mask her shyness with anger, but before she could finish, Kagura nudged her from behind. "Hee-hee, Big Sister Yomi, don't be shy! Hurry up and kiss Brother."

"Ah!" Yomi hadn't expected Kagura to betray her. Caught off guard, she stumbled forward, and seeing her lurch toward him, Lin Luo instinctively opened his arms. Bang! They collided heavily, automatically embracing one another.

Except for when she was small and held by her father, Yomi had never been this physically intimate with a man. Standing locked in Lin Luo's arms, she felt his masculine presence washing over her, triggering instinctive shyness that nearly immobilized her. The clang of her greatsword hitting the floor echoed the sudden tension.

Lin Luo held Yomi's mature yet alluring figure close. They were less than ten centimeters apart, face-to-face. The scent of the girl filled his nostrils, stirring his soul and body, forcing him to swallow hard.

"I—you—" Yomi stammered, unable to form words. Realizing the palpable, intimate atmosphere, her hands instinctively pulled away from Lin Luo’s body, though her feet failed to retreat in time.

If they had been alone, this atmosphere wouldn't have made Lin Luo blush, but with Kagura nearby, seemingly watching with rapt attention, even he felt a flush of awkwardness. Seeing the girl in his arms blushing to the extreme, he steeled his resolve. Before Yomi could escape, he leaned in heavily