I Sealed Sukuna’s Finger#401+402: Let’s Break Asagi Completely, Lady Venelana Wants Freedom to Have Affairs

It had to be admitted—screaming was one of the simplest, cheapest, and most effective ways for humans to vent.

Just like mountaineers who reach the summit only to throw their heads back and yell at the valley below.

Of course, there were no mountains on Itogami Island, and Bokue Keikain wasn’t about to drag Asagi up a peak just for the sake of shouting.

But for the blonde girl in his arms, she had “reached the summit” plenty of times already—more than she could count.

From just before eleven in the morning until nearly two in the afternoon, for more than three relentless hours, Asagi had been brought over that peak again and again.

At first it was once every ten minutes. Then five. Then two or three. By the end, she was climbing to the top nearly every single minute.

By rights, her body shouldn’t have been able to endure that much. She was human, not superhuman.

But Bokue hadn’t let her collapse. At the same time he drove her higher, he was constantly using his magnetic field force to repair her strained muscles and refill her stamina the instant it dropped.

And since Asagi usually spent her days alone at home, no one was around to interrupt. Bokue could push the intensity without restraint—like a berserker stacking up every layer of “Lethal Tempo,” sending her soaring to the clouds and never letting her come back down until the very end.

Now, after more than three hours, the once spotless bedroom was heavy with the thick, sweet scent of rhododendrons.

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On the bed, Bokue sat back against the headboard, the completely exhausted girl cradled limp in his arms. Asagi’s fair skin was flushed a delicate pink, her whole body soft as melted sugar, her toes curling slightly as she curled up like cotton candy in his chest.

“How’s that? Feeling better now?”

Bokue adjusted his grip, lifting her higher so she wouldn’t slide down.

But even that small movement made her tense like a bowstring. A muffled, strangled sound slipped from her throat.

“W-wait...”

“Hm? What is it, Asagi?”

He leaned closer, but before she could finish, he scooped her up entirely—holding her sideways in a princess carry.

Her body pressed into his chest, and his “banner” pressed firmly against her abdomen like a locked gate, barring the entrance to her secret garden.

“Id... idiot...”

Her face, already red, turned so hot it could bleed. It took all the strength she had left to force out those two trembling syllables.

The truth was simple: Bokue had been keeping her body constantly restored, never letting her collapse, never letting her catch her breath. But Asagi’s mind—her spirit—didn’t have the same capacity.

After three hours at the peak, her thoughts were like a rubber band stretched too long, snapping slack. The negative feelings she’d carried earlier—gloom, isolation, despair—were gone.

All that remained was a muddled blankness, her head fizzing with the aftershocks of endless “cola bubbles.”

And then—

“Mm—!”

Another tremor overtook her. She clamped down, holding her breath. One second, two... ten full seconds before she exhaled, trembling, like a beginner learning how to hold air underwater.

But Bokue didn’t see a swimmer. He saw something else entirely. “Was it really that much?”

“...What do you think...” Her voice cracked, tinged with sobs. “I just barely came down... and you already...”

Her words broke, but Bokue understood perfectly.

“Don’t worry about the details. What matters is the effect.”

He shrugged casually.

“Speaking of which, let’s go back to what we were talking about before. Now that you’re in a better mood, are you willing to move into Keystone Gate with me?”

“...No.”

After two seconds of silence, she shook her head. The answer was firm.

Bokue frowned. “Still no? Why not?”

“It’s not about willingness...”

Her flushed cheek pressed against his chest, her voice sticky-sweet, like syrup thickened with starch.

“Dummy... did you forget I live with my parents? And your place is already full of girls. If I suddenly moved in, what would my mom and dad think?”

“...Ah.”

That, he had to admit, was a problem.

Fathers especially never wanted to let their daughters go. And if they found out the boy was already surrounded by others... well, any responsible dad would be tempted to reach for the shotgun.

Bokue said lightly, “Then don’t move. I’ll just copy your house, make a perfect duplicate.”

Asagi blinked. “A... duplicate?”

“Think of it like copy-paste.”

He smirked. “Moving would be like cut-and-paste. But this way, I just make another one. You know how it works.”

“Don’t treat me like I’m still in kindergarten learning how to use a mouse.”

She gave him a look—but after a moment, she bit her lip. “...Though, actually... that could work. Mom probably wouldn’t complain.”

“And your dad?”

“My dad won’t even notice.”

She rolled her eyes.

“He’s always busy—up earlier than me, back later than me. If I disappeared for a whole month, he wouldn’t even realize. And if he did, I could just say I was out shopping with friends.”

“...Fair point.”

Bokue nodded. Then, without warning, he hoisted her higher and swung his legs off the bed, carrying her straight toward the door.

“Wait—what are you doing?!”

“What else? You.”

His tone was utterly casual.

“I was thinking it over. The fact you’re still overthinking everything just proves I haven’t done enough. Nagisa and Yukina never get caught up in this kind of worry. Which means you need more.”

“You—you’ve really done it with them too?!”

Her eyes widened in shock.

“See? Still worrying. Which means definitely not enough.”

Before she could protest further, Bokue shifted her into a tighter grip—like a train station lunchbox held firmly in one hand—and silenced her with action.

The storm rose again, drowning her once more in its tide.

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From nine in the morning until six in the evening—nearly the entire day—as the crimson sunset gradually sank below the horizon, five new buildings had appeared atop the Keystone Gate.

Bokue's own apartment, Nagisa and Yukina's apartment, Asagi's penthouse, the hotel suite for Mio and Maria, and the old school building where Rias, Akeno, Koneko, and Asia were staying.

Scene shift to Bokue's apartment—

As twilight fell and night descended, the aroma of dinner filled the living room air.

Bokue sat at the dining table, the evening meal and three sets of chopsticks already laid out before him.

Beside him, Kuroka wore her usual black kimono, two cat tails swaying gently from beneath the hem—clearly in a good mood today.

Through the kitchen window, the lights were on in Asagi's modern mansion-like home, also situated atop the Keystone Gate.

Though no one was living there yet. Asagi was still at her luxury apartment on the west side of Itogami Island's city center.

After all, she'd spent the entire afternoon either reaching peaks or on the way to them—eventually just staying at the summit without coming down. Mountain climbing was aerobic exercise that consumed tremendous stamina.

From ten-thirty in the morning to two in the afternoon, then from two-thirty straight through to five in the evening—six hours of intense peak experiences in a single day was enough to make Asagi want nothing more than to rest at home tonight.

"Alright, let's eat."

Drawing his gaze back from the kitchen window, Bokue casually announced.

But before he could pick up his chopsticks, Kuroka suddenly leaned in, nuzzling his cheek with her delicate nose.

"Hey darling, though I'm just guessing here, but Miss Ravel isn't planning to stay at our place tonight, is she?"

Indeed, normally there would only be two sets of chopsticks at dinner. But with Ravel here today, they'd had to add a third.

The lady in question sat across from Bokue and Kuroka, bowl in her left hand, chopsticks in her right, tilting her head with a gentle smile on her refined features.

"What else could we do?"

Bokue didn't see any issue, simply placing a chicken drumstick in the cat-eared girl's bowl to occupy her mouth.

"Miss Ravel just arrived from the Underworld yesterday, spent all day running around with us, and hasn't even found a place to stay yet. We're all acquaintances and we have a spare room—what's wrong with her staying one night?"

"I don't have a problem with Miss Ravel staying here~"

Kuroka's tail movements became increasingly sinuous, golden cat eyes rolling meaningfully.

"I'm just worried Miss Ravel might get 'scared' by the noises from our place at night."

"Noises? Scared?"

Ravel maintained her head tilt, curiosity creeping into her tone.

"Why would Miss Kuroka say that?"

"Oh, it's nothing really."

Bokue casually nipped this potentially horror-story topic in the bud.

"It's just that Kuroka likes watching me play horror games at night, and... anyway, don't worry. I'll set up a soundproofing barrier beforehand."

"I see."

Without pressing the issue, Ravel smiled and nodded.

But then Kuroka suddenly let out a soft "ah."

"Oh right, darling, speaking of horror games—remember that TV and game console we took to Rias's place at the start of summer vacation? I forgot to grab them when I left in a hurry. They should still be at Rias's house."

"Hm? Oh, you're right."

Bokue thought about it and realized she was correct.

"No problem, I'll go get them in a bit."

It had been a while since he'd seen Lady Venelana and Grayfia anyway...

The youth thought to himself.

But the moment this thought crossed his mind, Kuroka seemed to sense something, pressing her chicken-grease-stained cheek against his and narrowing her eyes.

"Just don't chat too long with that Lady Venelana, nya, I'll be waiting at home for you to bring back the TV and game console,"

"Alright, alright, I got it."

Catching the cat-girl's implication, Bokue shook his head with amusement, then smoothly set down his chopsticks and gave Kuroka's round bottom beneath her kimono a pat.

The cat-eared girl instantly straightened her spine.

Ravel watched all this from across the table, raising an eyebrow slightly.

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Scene shift to the Gremory territory in the Underworld—the castle that had been lively for a whole month due to summer vacation had grown quiet again with Rias and the others' departure.

Also dinner time, but the vast dining hall held only two people.

Venelana in the head seat, with a silver-haired maid attending beside her.

"My~ I must say, Rias and the others were barely back for a month, and now they've left again. It's rather hard to adjust."

Venelana set down her knife and fork, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she looked at the empty dining hall and shook her head helplessly.

Grayfia stepped forward to clear the dishes.

"But Young Lady Rias and the others returned to the human world early to set up their new home. Getting the new place ready sooner would be good for you too, Lady Venelana."

"That's true~"

Venelana rested her chin on one hand, her face still as delicate as a young girl's despite being a married woman, showing faint worry.

"Come to think of it, my teleportation device is already complete. Though I still need to find a suitable excuse to send it to Rias and the others."

"Since it's mirror-shaped anyway, why not send it as a housewarming gift?"

Grayfia paused in her work to suggest.

"Hmm~ That won't work."

Venelana thought about it but shook her head.

"Rias would definitely recognize it. After all, that thing is... rather famous."

"True."

Grayfia fell silent.

The Space Mirror—this was Venelana's prepared "gift." It appeared to be a pair of matching full-length mirrors, but was actually a designated teleportation portal that could connect the space between the two mirrors.

Simply put, no matter how far apart the mirrors were, if someone walked into one mirror, they'd emerge from the other.

And since it produced no magical fluctuations during operation, it was difficult to detect. In the Underworld, it was famously known as... essential equipment for affairs.

Once, a head of one of the seventy-two pillar families was exposed for using this device to have an affair with another family head's wife. This transformed the Space Mirror from something tacitly understood to infamously notorious—everyone assumed it was specifically for cheating.

This was precisely why Venelana didn't want Rias handling the Space Mirror.

What to do, what to do...

Just as the beautiful woman was puzzling over how to implement her plan, golden light suddenly appeared beside the silver-haired maid.

The next second, Bokue appeared out of thin air. He opened his eyes to say good evening but found both women staring at him, making him pause.

"Lady Venelana, and Grayfia... what's wrong? Why those expressions?"