The Hashira Reality Show had been a wild idea—something about bonding, entertainment, and testing their personal lives in unexpected ways. Today’s challenge? Who kisses best?

Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru sat in a row, already giggling as the host announced the rules. Each wife would receive a kiss from Tengen, and the judges—other Hashira—would rate the chemistry, passion, and overall intensity.

Simple enough. Or so they thought.

Suma went first. Tengen leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss against her forehead before pulling away almost immediately. She blinked. “That’s it?”

He smirked. “That’s all you get.”

Makio scowled. “What kind of bias—”

Before she could finish, Tengen gave her the same treatment. A soft peck, just barely brushing her skin, as if he were touching something fragile and distant.

Hinatsuru sighed knowingly, already aware of what was about to happen. Her turn arrived, and sure enough, the same chaste kiss landed on her forehead. Respectful. Distant. Barely there.

Then came Ayane.

Tengen didn’t hesitate. His hand found her chin, tilting it up ever so slightly. He leaned in, his lips fully capturing hers in a deep, deliberate kiss. There was no rush, no hesitation—just a slow, consuming claim. His fingers curled against the back of her head, holding her close as he melted into her, tasting her, drinking her in like she was the only one in the room.

The other wives gawked. The Hashira judges froze.

Even the host stammered. “W-Wow, Uzui-san… that was… quite different from the others.”

Tengen finally pulled away, Ayane’s lips slightly swollen from the intensity. He smirked, unbothered by the blatant favoritism.

“Of course it was,” he said smoothly. “She’s the only one worth kissing properly.”