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Can anyone re-up vol. 12, 13, 14?

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@Dive @Ryo-Ma Any chance for a re-up?

please re-upload part 1 and part 2😭

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UKE character is interesting and pitiful that I want to hug him (although at first I thought he was SEME...) Many thanks for the sharing

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Thank you so much for the sequel volume

Thank you so much for sharing the main book and the special booklet

Title: Only Talk/オンリー・トーク Authors: Michi Ichiho, Shimura Takato Thank you!

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Asher had felt it all. The brush of Kaito’s knee under the table. The way he didn’t pull away from Asher. The flustered heat radiating off him, his loud heartbeat, clear enough for Asher’s wolf pick it up in smug satisfaction. The quiet thank you in the dim hallway. The adorable smile he resived. It settled somewhere deep within Asher’s chest. He didn’t respond right away when Kaito disappeared into the bathroom. Asher heard the shower turn on and stood very still in the center of the room. Outwardly, he looked composed, posture straight and controlled. Anyone else would see the same thing. Inside however, it was a different story. Less than a day since he had felt the pull of a bond to Kaito and rewired something fundamental inside him. Less than a day since had Kaito looked at him and the world had quietly shifted. And now they were sharing a room.. his room Chester his wolf was pacing insidehis mind. >Let me see him. Let me go to him. He’s right there.< Asher dragged a hand slowly down his face, keeping his breathing even. 'Calm down.' >He’s our mate.< “I know,” Asher muttered under his breath, voice barely audible over the running water. “He’s also overwhelmed, new to this, and hasn’t even had his first shift yet.” That last part tightened something in his chest. Kaito hadn’t shifted. Not once. The bond had formed before Kaito had ever met his wolf. Before he’d felt that first conection under the moon. He didn’t even know what that felt like yet—and Chester already wanted to crowd him, scent him, curl around him like it was inevitable. Asher exhaled slowly and forced his shoulders to relax. On the outside, he moved with quiet precision. Cracked a window open for some fresh air. Pulled off his shirt and changed into some light soft pants for sleeping. Inside, his thoughts were troubling him. What if he pushes too hard? What if Kaito realizes this is too much? What if the bond feels heavier to him than it does to me? Chester huffed in his mind. >He didn’t pull away at dinner.< “That doesn’t mean he’s ready for you to hover, over him” Asher replied internally. “He needs space to find his footing.” Chester’s impatience simmered, a low, restless energy under Asher’s skin. >I want to meet them.< “You will,” Asher said firmly. “When he’s ready. After his first shift. Not before.” The wolf grumbled but retreated slightly, though the awareness never left. Every scent curling under the bathroom door. Every shift of movement beyond the wall. Asher sat on the edge of his bed, elbows braced on his knees, staring at the floor like he was contemplating something mundane. He liked Kaito. That was the truth. It wasn’t just instinct. It wasn’t just the bond. He just liked Kaito. The steadiness in his voice. The blush he tried to hide at dinner. The quiet strength under the calm surface although he too was troubled. The shower shut off. Asher straightened automatically. The nervous churn inside him didn’t show on his face. His breathing remained even. His posture relaxed. Chester perked up again. >Mate.< “Behave,” Asher warned internally. He could be patient, even if his wolf couldn’t.

Julius looked up, and the rest of the room quietly ceased to exist. For a breathless moment, he forgot how to speak. He was struck dumb by the sight of the person he loved, standing a few feet away, transformed and yet unmistakably himself. Awe settled over Julius like a physical weight, warm and reverent, pinning him in place. Yukie looked… unreal. Not in the distant, untouchable way, but in the way of something foreign living and deliberate crafted by something otherworldly. The deep sapphire caught the light every time Yukie moved, the bodice fitting him like it had been dreamed into existence rather than stitched together. Julius’s gaze followed the lines of Yukie’s elegant curves, the daring openness of his back, the teasing contrast of soft ruffles against sharp denim and leather. Masculine and feminine braided together so seamlessly it made Julius’s chest ache. Beautiful didn’t cover it. Neither did stunning, or breathtaking, or any word Julius had ever relied on before. The blush on Yukie’s face only made it worse. Made Julius’s heart stutter hard against his ribs. He pushed himself to his feet, movements careful, like sudden motion might break the moment. Julius crossed the space between them, stopping close enough that he could see the fine details: the precision of the makeup, the way the curls framed Yukie’s face, the faint shimmer of jewels catching against his skin. His hands itched to touch it—and he didn’t miss the way Yukie held the clasp like it weighed more than it should. “Y-yeah, of course,” Julius said softly, his voice low and a bit unsteady. He made sure to meet Yukie’s eyes before letting his gaze drop anywhere else. “I’ve got you.” He held his hands out, and took the clasp. Then he stepped behind Yukie just enough to do what was needed, keenly aware of how close they were. Up close, the open back of the outfit stole what little breath Julius had left. The line of skin, warm and exposed. He had to focuse on the task at hand extra hard, though his heart was pounding so loudly he was sure Yukie could hear it. The clasp slid into place with a soft, final click. Julius let his hands fall away, stepped back and swallowed. “You look…” He stopped, exhaled, and tried again, a small, almost helpless smile pulling at his mouth. “You look incredible. Truly.” Yukie stood glowing in sapphire and confidence, And Julius knew one thing with clarity: whatever tonight held, he would make sure to make wonderful. Because Yukie deserved nothing less. Julius lingered quiet for a moment. He felt the familiar tug of wanting to rise to the occasion. His gaze dropped to his own reflection in the nearby mirror—and then, almost sheepishly, to the vest beneath his jacket. It was fine. It looked perfectly tailored causeof his magic. But it just wasn’t all there yet He lifted one hand, fingers brushing the edge of the fabric, and let his magic through. A low hum threaded through his chest, down his arm, and into the cloth itself. The color shifted from charcoal deepened into sapphire, rich and luminous, it didn’t catch in the light the same way Yukie’s jewelry did. But he didn’t need it to, he just wanted them to match. Julius exhaled slowly, a quiet smile touching his lips. “That’s better,” he murmured to himself. Once they were ready, coats gathered and final adjustments made, Julius stepped closer and turned toward Yukie fully. He straightened, posture easing into something elegant and assured, and bent his arm like in a practiced, old-fashioned gesture. “Shall we?” he said, warmth threaded through the invitation. When Yukie took his arm, he held his other arms out and with a snap of his fingers, space bent smoothly around them, light blurring out before snapping back into clarity. Cool night air greeted them first, then the low murmur of voices, distant music, and the unmistakable glow of opulence. They stood before a ballroom venue that Julius had seen advertised in one of the magazines in the hair salon The building looked elegant and imposing, all sweeping arches and polished white stone, its entrance washed in warm golden light. Chandeliers glittered through tall windows, spilling brilliance onto the steps below. Well-dressed guests arrived in slow, curated waves—silks, tailored suits, jewels flashing like stars caught too close to the earth. Julius blinked once. Then twice. “…Ah,” he said quietly, a hint of surprised amusement curling at the edge of his voice. This wasn’t just nice. This was grand. A full charity ball for the city’s elite—old money, new power, and the kind of wealth that liked to be seen doing good in public. A bite more formal than he’d anticipated. His grip on Yukie’s arm tightened just slightly in reassurance. They didn’t have an invitation but that didn’t scare Julius. Even if they didn’t recognized Yukie. He waS sure they'd still let them slide inside simply by how they looked. Julius shrugged lightly. “I don’t know much about this city yet, but I thought this event would be fine. It’s a small charity dance—low-key, no press or journalists allowed inside.” He glanced at Yukie, trying to read his expression. “If you step on my foot while dancing, no one will be taking pictures of it,” he added with a teasing smile—just in case Yukie was nervous. Truthfully, Julius was the one with a knot in his stomach. He gently squeezed Yukie’s arm and guided him up the steps toward the entrance. A few paparazzi lingered outside, snapping photos of every well-dressed guest as they arrived at the hall. From what Julius could tell, there were a handful of barely recognizable celebrities, but he’d never cared much for remembering faces from television or online. Why bother? They might have been good-looking, sure. But after meeting Yukie, none of them could hold a candle to him. No one looked better than his mate. ---------------------- Yumro’s expression softened at the concern in Haru’s voice. “I won’t get hurt,” Yumro assured gently. He stepped back a few paces, giving Haru a clear view. His massive wings unfurled to their full span, feathers catching the light in subtle shades of black. They stretched wide—broad and powerful, built for flight. “Takeoff is about force and timing,” he explained, settling into a slight crouch. “From the ground, you don’t have gravity helping you. So you create your own momentum.” He angled his body forward, talons digging slightly into the earth for traction. His wings lowered, almost brushing the ground behind him. “Watch my legs first,” he instructed calmly. With a sharp, controlled inhale, Yumro drove downward with both wings in a single explosive motion while pushing hard off the ground with his legs. Dust and small stones scattered outward from the force. The first wingbeat wasn’t graceful—it was powerful. Designed purely to break gravity’s hold. He rose several feet instantly. But he didn’t stop there. Before the lift from the first beat could fade, his wings snapped downward again—stronger, faster—catching the air and converting the upward momentum into stable flight. By the third beat, he was no longer fighting the ground. He was suspended in it. His body shifted smoothly into a forward glide, circling once above Haru to demonstrate. Then he angled downward deliberately. “Landing is about surrendering momentum,” he called, voice steady despite the wind. Rather than dropping straight down, Yumro widened his wings to increase drag. His descent slowed immediately. A final measured wingbeat reduced the remaining speed before his feet touched the earth. He bent his knees deeply on impact, wings spreading slightly to stabilize himself. He landed without so much as a stumble. Folding his wings halfway, he looked at Haru with a reassuring smile. “You don’t fall if you respect and read the wind.” he said. “And if I ever did lose control, I’d adjust before I hit. That’s what practice is for.” He straightened fully, brushing a bit of dust from his arm. “For you, it’ll take you more wingbeats,” he continued thoughtfully. “Your wings are smaller and still developing. So you’ll need quicker repetition rather than one powerful burst.” His gaze softened. “But your body already knows how. It just needs guidance.” He stepped closer to Haru. “When you’re ready,” Yumro said, voice patiently “bend your knees. Push with your legs first. Your wings follow immediately after. Don’t hesitate —that’s when you lose lift.” He extended one wing slightly, creating a partial windbreak beside Haru without crowding him. “if you don’t get anyway, I'll catch you.”