Yosuga No Sora Visual Novels & Stories

And the moment he knocked on the door, Sora's voice sounded inside the door. "Coming~" Jessica: "Hey~ it's Sora-chan! I'm so nervous!!" The moment the door opens. Although Sora is not as stunning as she was on stage when she changed into her home clothes, she still has the cuteness of Xiaojiabiyu, and the slightly raised corners of her mouth are so sweet that it melts your heart. "Hello, stewardess." Roger's face always maintained the best smile angle, and his dark eyes seemed as deep as a deep pool, but there was a bit more softness in the depth.

By then, she remembered a scene from Azul's memory. He was facing some kind of war and he was the only one left alive. Through the mask that he is wearing, black flame fumes. It engulfs him and he shouted in agony as if it was his last cry. Then after a second, he fell in silence. Just when he was being attacked by some people who looks like the Light Oracles, Azul stood up and raised his hands. In a deep, scary voice, he ordered, "Rebirth." When Saiya's mind returned to the present, she was shocked by what's happening all around her; shadows from the dead villagers starts emerging.

Not a moment too soon, Sora busted through the door and went directly to my bed. “Yukina?” He asked as he pulled the canopy aside. I didn’t answer. I pretended that I was panicking. I used my sweaty look to make it seem that I was anxious about something. Sora sat down on the bed and held my hand. “What happened?” I looked down. “S-someone came in… and…a-and… t-threatened me…” And the Oscar goes to… Sora cupped my face and made me look at him. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay. I’m here.” He pulled me close and hugged me. He made me rest my head on his lap. He caressed my hair until I felt sleepy.

Sora closed his eyes, took a deep breath in, and shifted as he exhaled. Ezra gasped when he saw Sora in his true form. Sora's scales were cream, tan, and gold, with charcoal gray accents along his spine and down the length of his tail. He was the color of a royal Omega Dragon, the same color as his Dad's dragon.

He would just get up again and bother someone else. We both turned to leave, but then Sora stopped in her steps. Her gaze landed on a stack of folded cloths on a nearby shelf, and she walked toward it. She grabbed two of them and headed back to Kayden. “This won’t do,” she said. Sora wrapped one cloth around his eyes, tying it tight enough that he wouldn’t be able to see a thing. Then she made a ball out of the second one and forced his mouth open before pressing it inside.

His silver-blond hair is combed back, a few strands falling loose near his temple. He looks up and our eyes magnetically lock. And just for a second, the room shifts around us, not visibly, but I feel it—like a change in atmospheric pressure before a storm. I look away before I am distabilized. My eyes land on Sora besides him. She wears a black backless halter gown entirely sequined, a slit rising high along her thigh. The dress doesn’t just shimmer—it cuts. Her posture is effortless, chin slightly lifted, gaze alert. She sees me looking and she smiles. But its anything but warm or polite.

“That information pique my interest and looking at you now, I just notice, you have such a small shoulder length compared to a real guy. Was that information really real or not? Now, I wanted to know more. “Tsk, what are you implementing?… Don’t answer me with another question.” “Oh forgive me, but I too doesn’t know who was that guy as he love to cover his face with a mask. Anyway, I’m really interested to you. Looking you as a girl, you’re more beautiful than Julliana.” Sora suddenly leaned to her making her to step near the wall, his hands then instantly slammed on the wall, locking her to not go anywhere. Zitrey frowned.