Matsurika no Kei - Fey's Short Story

"When the dawn comes, lock me up in the night"

I hear someone calling me.

"Hey. Can you hear me?"

In my dream, I heard someone's voice. A voice I hadn't heard in a long time. I hear Fey's voice. (...Fey?)

I wondered whose name it was. I feel like I'm hearing it for the first time, even though I should be familiar with it. In my dream, a strange young man was calling me. However, before I could get a good look at his face, my consciousness surfaced from sleep. The moment I opened my eyes confused and looked at the magnificent ceiling, I realized the meaning of the dream I had just had. That wasn't a dream. What I saw in my dream was not a strange young man. That's Fey. There was no way the reality where Fey existed could be dismissed as a dream.

(That's right. I'm not Kujaku, I'm Naaya.)

I felt like I was in a long, long dream. I lived in this palace, forgetting my memories of the village and who I was. As Kujaku. As Fuen’s companion. But this is all a lie. I got off the bed in a hurry and tried to run out of the room. However, there is someone who stands in the way.

“Kujaku, are you awake?" Fuen seemed to have sensed my awakening and came to the room. The moment I saw his face, I was filled with both love and intense fear, and I hurriedly backed away.

“...Kujaku, what's wrong?" Fuen looked suspiciously proud. With that expression on his face, he looked surprisingly similar to Fey. But no. It's not fair.

"Where's Fey?"

Fuen just laughed. “I guess you had a bad dream."

He gently opens his fan to cover his mouth. It was a gesture I had become accustomed to seeing over the years. He’s going to use Senhong's technique to turn me back into Kujaku again.

"Stop it…” I brushed his hand away and distanced myself from him. Just yesterday, I loved him and thought I valued him more than anyone else. Even now, I still feel that way. But at the same time, I was attacked by indescribable fear, sadness, and anger. All the emotions were mixed together, and I couldn't find the words to say it.

Why were you lying to me? Why did you take “Naaya” from me? If he had turned me into Kujaku, he would know everything. I was once Matsurika Village's daughter. He realized that I was simply a person who had regained the memories of her previous life. Yet, I was horrified and saddened by the fact that until yesterday he had been loving me with a casual look on his face.

“Why did you do this?" There was no answer to the question.

"Hey, where's Fey?"

How many years have passed since Fey was lost? Fuen and I spent a lot of time together, just the two of us. Because he, the Immortal Rainbow, created Sentan and cut us both out of the flow of time. So I had no idea how much time had passed in the outside world. Everything is hazy and vague. I'm sure there is no one in Matsurika Village or Moonlight Country who knows about it. When I thought about this, I felt sad and tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Please, give Fey back."

"...Fey, he’s right here, right?"

"No. You're not Fey." Fuen just raised the corners of his lips as I looked at him in denial. He laughed.

“Then let's make one," he said, as if he were making a garden or a sculpture. Holding his hand in the air, he summons the spirits in the atmosphere and goes.

At first, it was a translucent sphere. But every time he shakes his hand, it changes shape. From a sphere it turned into a flower, then a bird, then a rabbit, then a tiger, and finally it took on the shape of a human.

Fuen snaps his fingers. Then, white lily flower petals blew in a storm, and after the storm had passed, a young man stood there. There's no mistaking her - it's Fey.

"Naaya..." Fey calls my name in the same voice he used when he was Fey. I felt the gentle breeze of Matsurika Village, and I couldn't help but hug his face.

“Fey…” Even when I hugged him, his form didn't collapse or disperse. I have seen Fuen gathering the living spirits and making a shape, but he was still... exists.

“How did Fey…?”

It was Fuen who answered my confusion.

“I made a vessel from the living spirits floating in the atmosphere, extracted the Fey spirit from within me, and placed it in that vessel, Naaya."

When Fuen called my old name, he smiled as expected. With a look filled with compassion. And then he said he hadn't remembered being Fey for so long that he had forgotten how to act like one. So he divided them again and made them into human forms. He did it all for me to get back to where I was when I was Naaya.

"I want you to be happy. That's why I made it for you." At that, Fuen smiled bewitchingly.

"The Fey inside me has always said he wants to love you together."

“Huh...?" Fuen's hand captures my arm. Before I knew it, I was being hugged by him. His fingers slipped into the sleeve of my robe and caressed my skin.

“Wait, Fuen-" I was perplexed by the gesture, which reminded me of something he had done every night. Now I'm not Kujaku. On the contrary, Fey was right in front of him. “Naaya…”

I could feel Fey purring. He reached out to me, He strokes my cheek gently. Adoringly, in the same gesture as when he was my husband.

"I've always wanted to do this too," he said, capturing my lips.

Fuen is behind me. As I was unable to move because his arms were wrapped around me, Fuen chuckled in my ear.

“Look. You felt like it too, didn't you?" Fuen's fingers were merciless. He easily strips me of my clothes, and his hands reach my secret places. His fingers gently caressed me, and I was unable to resist. Fuen's fingers found my weak point and rubbed it against him like he did every night.

It was Fey who had a burning desire to compete with him. He touches the same places as Fuen, trying to elicit pleasure a little more roughly than he does. Mixed between two fingers, I didn't know what to do.

“Fey, please, wait-"

“I've waited long enough," he said plaintively, and captured my lips again. He’s waited long enough. After decades of watching me inside Fuen, he exudes possessiveness.

"Look at me. Naaya."

“Feel me, Naaya.”

Fey and Fuen were competing with each other for me. A sweet numbness attacks me constantly, and I finally reach my limit. My body jumped and my vision turned white.

As if trying not to let Fuen hear my uncontrollable voice, Fey intertwines his tongue with mine.

Then, he pushed out Fuen's fingers and thrust himself inside me. We are still standing.

"Fey….!!"

I should have been too weak to stand, but the reason I'm still able to stand is because Fey is holding my leg. And it's because Fuen behind me is supporting me.

”Beautiful.” A laughing voice came from behind me. Fuen is enjoying this situation. When I realized this, I was horrified because I knew what was going to happen to me. Fuen enjoys competing with Fey. And Fey was possessive about not giving me to Fuen. Fey's desire and Fuen's desire will never run out.

Begging them to wait only served to provoke them, which I did not succeed in doing. Even if Fey's stick bursts, Fuen's hotness penetrates me. We were supposed to have the same spirit body and the same body. Fuen's body belongs to Fey.

And Fey was supposed to be a being created based on him. Still, why do I think the heat I feel is different? After experiencing it over and over again, I came to know the difference in each person's quirks.

No matter how much time passes, I can't relax, and Fuen is teasing me.

“Look, Naaya. Which one do you think is inside you right now?" Fuen asked maliciously, unable to accept the reality in front of him. And I'm the one who knows after all. The one I have now belongs to Fuen. “…It’s Fuen’s, right…?”

When I asked him, he laughed happily. "Good job. Let's give you a reward." I scream as Fuen moves faster. The one who sealed my lips was Fey. Playing with his jealousy, Fey runs his fingers all over my body.

As if he wanted his turn to come soon.

“Hurry and say that you want me."

“You want me. Tomorrow, and the day after."

I heard shouts from both sides, and my consciousness turned white. Immoral pleasure robbed me of my thoughts. However, there was no grief. What I have is a hunch. I have a feeling that from now on, I'll be the one to seek out their passion. I have a feeling that just one person won't be enough anymore. The night never ends. While being held in the arms of the two people I loved, before I knew it, I began to desire them greedily.

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