I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

It seems that as long as they hold it, their lives can be completely harvested.

The red eyes lit up.

"Um..." She covered her chest.

Ahhhh...sister.

Sakura bent down deeply.

She smelled the utterly fragrant smell that surrounded her doorway and belonged to her sister alone.

"You are lucky."

Pressing her chest, Sakura took a deep breath, and the blood-red magic eye returned to normal little by little.

Her magic feature is absorbing, very similar to that of the Matou family.

But Drain is more domineering than Drain, and Drain is more inclined to hunt life than Magic.

Because... my sister needs time to survive.

Sister doesn't need magic.

The purple eyes were a little hollow, Sakura got up little by little and walked towards the western-style mansion.

Sakura rubbed the door of her house.

The whole person leaned up gently.

That's right... Absolutely.

It's my sister's taste.

My sister really cares about Sakura, but for some other reasons, she didn't come to see Sakura.

Sakura defended Kurumi over and over again in her heart.

Sighing softly, Sakura took out the key from her bag and opened the door.

Immediately, her eyes lit up.

Hmm ... full of land, all those wandering in the air are all the taste of madness.

Sakura slammed the door shut, her whole body trembling, and she almost fell to her knees.

sister sister sister sister...

She breathed greedily, a strange flush on her face.

My sister stayed here for a long time.

Sakura stretched out her hands and hugged her shoulders, her waist stopped unnaturally, her body leaned forward, and her back formed a very attractive curve.

"Hush-ha-"

"Hush-ha-"

"Sakura can't take it anymore."

Sakura raised her head, her eyes staring blankly across the direction of the reception room, her chest heaving violently, and she gasped like drowning.

"Well..."

Sakura squeezed out a moving and tactful moan from the front of her throat.

The pursed white lips also trembled, spitting out a trace of condensed magic power, forming a small cloud of white mist in the air.

"Got home..."

"At Sakura's house."

Kick the shoes off.

Sakura supported the wall, rubbed lightly along the place where Kurumi walked, and went up the stairs.

She saw the wooden door of her room.

uh...

Surprise in his eyes, revelry, Sakura ran over.

Pushing open the wooden door, suddenly the whole person seemed to have been redeemed.

She sat in her chair with her little feet on the table, holding her photo album and turning in circles.

All...full...all!

Uh ah ah.

Sakura clutched the hem of her skirt, panting lowly.

She stopped and looked at the drawn curtains.

Sure enough... these are all traces left by my sister.

Sakura slowly got up from the chair and fell staggered onto her bed.

And the next second... the whole person was in ecstasy.