I Sealed Sukuna’s Finger#340+341: The War Dancer Secretly Enjoying Herself, Sayaka Gets Topped

From a practical standpoint, La Folia's request gave neither Bokue Keikain nor Sayaka Kirasaka any reason to refuse.

Besides, the princess wasn't asking for anything unreasonable—she'd only said "sleep together," without specifically demanding to share the same bed.

After all, it made sense. Even as a nation's First Princess, she was still just a seventeen-year-old girl. After experiencing a series of ordeals—being attacked by demons during her diplomatic mission, shipwrecked on a deserted island, forced to survive in the wilderness—feeling scared was perfectly natural.

In short, La Folia settled into Bokue and Sayaka's bedroom.

It was simply a matter of adding another bed.

Though this undoubtedly made the single bedroom feel cramped, this was only a temporary shelter anyway—just making do for one night. They could manage.

As the bedroom lights switched off, deep darkness filled the entire room. The faint sounds of three people breathing rose and fell through the air.

Gentle moonlight filtered through the curtains from outside, mixing with the still-active barrier's light effects—soft and dreamlike, resembling the northern lights.

Not that any of this mattered to Sayaka Kirasaka.

She lay on the inner side of the bed against the wall, while Bokue lay on the outer side. Because he was lying on his side, his body created a tent with the covers that completely blocked the view from the window.

Hmm...

Sayaka didn't particularly want to look out the window anyway. She'd always had the habit of sleeping on her side facing the wall. Though it could be cold in winter pressed against the wall like that, it helped her sleep more soundly.

But this very habit was now making it difficult for her to fall asleep.

Because they were both lying on their sides, from Sayaka's perspective, she was directly facing Bokue Keikain.

They were on the same bed, practically sharing the same covers, face to face.

At this distance, the War Dancer girl could clearly see each individual eyelash on the youth's face across from her.

"..."

Unlike Sayaka, who'd never experienced such restlessness before, Bokue was already completely asleep.

Showing no nervousness whatsoever about having a beautiful girl lying beside him, this guy had closed his eyes three seconds after his head hit the pillow, followed by steady, gentle breathing.

To be able to sleep so soundly with a supermodel-figured beauty lying right beside him—talk about having nerves of steel...

The War Dancer girl couldn't help but internally complain.

Though perhaps this was a good thing. After all, this probably confirmed that nothing had happened between Bokue and Yukina, right? They were probably just... hmm... colleagues or friends?

Right, that made sense. After all, Yukina was still young, not even fully developed yet. Making a move on someone like that would make him a pervert.

Good, very good.

As if a major doubt in her heart had finally received the explanation she wanted, Sayaka nodded with satisfaction.

With her trust in the youth rising another level, Sayaka—still wide awake despite the lights being out for a while—began studying his sleeping face by the faint moonlight filtering through the window.

Come to think of it, this was her first time seeing this guy asleep.

Usually when they met, Bokue was always awake, forever wearing that expressionless face with hands in pockets, his whole demeanor screaming "I don't know what an opponent is"—which somehow just made her inexplicably angry looking at him.

But now that he was asleep, he actually looked quite docile.

This was much more pleasant to look at!

Sayaka kept mentally critiquing, completely unaware that the corners of her mouth were curving upward slightly.

Her inner impulses made her instinctively reach out from under the covers, raising her fingertips as she unconsciously moved to touch the youth's cheek.

No, wait—what was she doing?

Suddenly realizing how bold her current action was, the now-conscious Sayaka froze her fingertips mid-air. After a moment's silence, she obediently withdrew her hand.

Better not after all...

Besides, it was already getting late. If she stayed this alert, it would become harder and harder to fall asleep, then she'd be completely unable to sleep at all.

No good, no good. Better just sleep properly.

With this thought, Sayaka took a deep breath, forcing her emotions to calm down. Then she carefully protected the towel wrapped around her body under the covers, turning to lie on her side facing the wall.

Facing the wall without looking at that Bokue guy, she should be able to fall asleep. Though it was a bit stuffy...

Thinking this, Sayaka scooted back a bit more away from the youth's direction, completely unaware that this actually brought them closer together.

But this was indeed much better.

Alright, now she could sleep normally.

Feeling her heart rate gradually slow and become less agitated, the War Dancer girl quietly sighed in relief.

But just as she closed her eyes to peacefully fall asleep, someone pressed up against her from behind.

It wasn't a deliberate, ambush-like approach—more like an animal instinctively finding a comfortable spot that would help them sleep better.

Bokue Keikain had wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Ah... don't do this, Bokue... you..."

Sayaka, who'd finally found a hint of drowsiness, instantly became wide awake at such intimate skin contact.

She wanted to voice her objection, but Bokue's movements had already stopped.

Like a traditional sparring match that stops at first contact, Bokue had only wrapped his arms around the War Dancer girl's waist, burying his face in the crook of her neck, then went still.

Eh?

Sayaka froze completely.

This inexplicably intimate gesture—could it be... surely not... was this guy mistaking her for Miss Asagi?

After all, Bokue and Miss Asagi were boyfriend and girlfriend. Boys his age had probably hugged and cuddled with their girlfriends plenty of times—perfectly normal.

But...

In a flash of insight, Sayaka's mind once again conjured the image of the youth's docile sleeping face she'd seen earlier.

Wait, could it be... Bokue was actually younger than her?

As if finally discovering something incredible, Sayaka turned completely to stone.

B-but then again... he was already asleep. Waking him up now didn't seem right...

And at this crucial age for growth, not getting proper sleep would affect his development.

Rather than softening, it was more like finding a suitable excuse for herself. With this thought, Sayaka stopped resisting the youth's embrace. Instead, she turned around and gently hugged him back, whispering softly:

"Good night... Bokue. I'll settle accounts with you tomorrow..."

After the bedroom finally fell completely silent, who knows how much time passed before the silver-haired princess lying on the other bed quietly rose. She tiptoed over to Bokue and Sayaka's bedside, looking at the two embracing in sleep, and couldn't help but pout slightly.

Tch, what an act...

Then she lifted a corner of the covers and slipped in herself.

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That night, Sayaka Kirasaka slept deeper than she had in years.

When the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, painting the bedroom in hazy morning light, Sayaka's internal clock gently coaxed her awake.

As a War Dancer of the Lion King Organization, she'd never developed the bad habit of sleeping in. Even on rest days without missions, she maintained her early training regimen religiously. Unless Yukina specifically invited her somewhere, nothing disrupted her disciplined routine.

But this time, as consciousness returned, the sensation beneath her wasn't the rock-hard single bed from the Lion King Organization dormitory. The air no longer carried that faint woody scent of furniture and floorboards.

Wait... oh right, this was the island villa...

After a brief mental reboot, her rationality restored, Sayaka finally remembered yesterday's events.

From arriving on the island to rescue Princess La Folia, to the failed search forcing them to stay overnight, to accidentally encountering the princess while bathing outside, meeting Bokue Keikain, bringing them back to the villa, and so on.

And most importantly—last night she'd shared a room with Bokue, and they'd slept... holding each other!

The memory of her own actions sent heat rushing to Sayaka's face. She desperately wanted to cover her burning cheeks and find the nearest hole to crawl into.

She'd always warned Yukina never to go out alone with males, especially to places like movie theaters or haunted houses.

Men typically used these dimly lit environments as excuses to hold hands or attempt even bolder moves. The principle was simple—in darkness, people's boundaries lowered because of the "no one can see" mentality. Once that lowered standard went unchecked, it became dangerously easy to be taken advantage of.

This wisdom came from Sayaka's own reverse-engineering of "Dating and Pickup Guides" to understand and counter male tactics.

She'd drilled these warnings into Yukina repeatedly, yet last night she'd violated this very rule herself.

How could she ever face Yukina again? Sob sob...

But wait—hold up!

Though still buried under the covers with her face hidden, a lightning bolt of realization struck Sayaka's mind.

If memory served, she'd definitely fallen asleep in Bokue's arms last night.

So why didn't she feel any embrace now that morning had come?

Something was definitely wrong here!

Sensing the discrepancy, Sayaka decisively threw off the covers and sat up.

When she looked to the side—ignoring how her towel loosened and slipped—she witnessed a scene that made her want to draw her bow, activate its super transformation mode to assemble the greatsword, and cleave downward with righteous fury.

There on the other half of the bed, Bokue lay peacefully embraced with another silver-haired girl.

Th-th-that... wasn't that Princess La Folia?

From sheer shock, Sayaka could only manage a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, her sleep-mussed hair sticking up perfectly expressing her current emotional state.

What the hell??

Princess La Folia had been sleeping in the other bed last night—how did she end up here after one night's sleep?

And embracing that bastard Bokue!

Worse still, from their prolonged embrace, even unconscious movements had taken their toll. The towel originally wrapped around the silver-haired princess had completely fallen away, now lying on the floor between the beds, silently telling its tale.

In other words, these two were undoubtedly pressed skin-to-skin right now.

"Such shamelessness..."

The War Dancer's face flushed crimson as she clenched her fists, practically trembling with indignation.

Yet what frustrated her more was that she couldn't actually swing her sword down. After all, Princess La Folia was her protection target on this mission. As a War Dancer of the Lion King Organization openly attacking her charge—regardless of consequences, she simply couldn't do it.

But she couldn't let these two continue embracing either. They had to be separated immediately!

With this thought, Sayaka tentatively leaned over and gently tugged at the young man's arm, trying to separate them step by careful step.

Perhaps because they were still deep in sleep, the separation met surprisingly little resistance—easier than expected, actually.

Emboldened, Sayaka increased her efforts. First freeing the arm draped on top, letting him return to a flat position, then figuring out how to extract the other arm...

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Plans were always beautiful in theory, but execution was another matter entirely.

Just as Sayaka had returned the young man to lying flat on his back, Bokue—apparently finding side-sleeping more comfortable—automatically rolled over, extracting his other arm from beneath La Folia's neck.

This should have been good news, but the next second, that freshly freed arm followed its natural rolling trajectory and landed squarely on Sayaka's shoulder.

!

The instant skin contact made the War Dancer girl, still unaccustomed to such intimacy, tremble slightly.

Before she could react, Bokue's other arm followed suit, pulling her straight back into the covers.

Oof~

Cheek meeting pillow again, her perspective instantly shifting from vertical to horizontal, Sayaka blinked somewhat belatedly.

How to put it? Though the process had been strange, at least her initial goal was accomplished.

This counted as a good result, right?

Just as Sayaka was thinking this, Bokue behind her suddenly lowered his head slightly, burying his face in her neck just like last night, taking a long, deep breath.

The young man's breath instantly invaded her senses, making the unprepared Sayaka shiver as burning heat rapidly colored her cheeks, her toes curling tight.

I-idiot! How can you suddenly just...