I woke up in my own bed, feeling a sensation I hadn’t experienced in a long time—the comfortable, familiar warmth of another person lying next to me, and embracing me with care.

  My eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the morning light creeping through the curtains. But before I could focus, I noticed something far more important—the heat pressing against both my cheeks, the soft scent of fresh soap filling my nose, and the unmistakable feeling of skin brushing against mine. Still half-asleep, I buried my face in the warmth before me, realizing I was resting comfortably between a pair of large, plumpy, bouncy breasts. A sleepy grin pulled at my lips.

  I instinctively reached under the sheets, my hand finding its way to my partner’s waist, pulling her closer until our bodies were flush against one another. My fingers brushed across the smooth curve of her hip, which begged for me to just ride it. Surprisingly, she was completely naked—a fact that immediately caught my attention. But my foggy mind couldn’t quite recall how we had ended up in this situation.

  Not that I was about to ruin the moment by asking questions.

  No, instead, I pressed my lips into the deep valley between her breasts, kissing her skin with a lazy, satisfied sigh. The rhythm of her breathing shifted ever so slightly beneath me, and I felt her body stir in response to my touch.

  "Saber?" I murmured, my voice thick with sleep. "Are you awake, baby?"

  A voice responded, but not the one I expected. “Saber?” The tone was teasing, laced with both amusement and just the faintest hint of disappointment. “Is there something you forgot to mention, Nyx?”

  The sound of her voice pushed me out of my half-conscious state. I pulled my head back, blinking away the remnants of a dream, and my gaze met not Saber’s emerald eyes but a large pair of bright blue ones staring down at me with a devilish gleam

  “It’s okay, it’s okay,” she purred, clearly enjoying my confusion. “I’ll forgive you this time, since I did invite myself unannounced. But please, Nyx, do try to learn the feeling of my body. It would be a real shame if you couldn’t recognize this...” Her tone was equal parts playful and sultry.

  Before I could even think of a response, she slid her fingers through my hair, gently pushing my head back down, pressing my face right between her breasts once more. I could have resisted. I probably should have resisted. But then again, who was I to turn down such comfort? After a moment of quick, strategic thinking, I realized that allowing my field of vision to be completely overtaken by Rias’ impressive assets was actually a crucial step in my grand plan to ascend to godhood—or something like that, anyway.

  Now a bit more awake, I realized I should have known it wasn’t Saber simply by the way her chest rubbed along my face, leaving just enough space in the middle for me to drown in. Rias' heartbeat was slow, soothing—almost hypnotic—and her skin carried a faint touch of lavender, a lingering sign that she had taken a bath right before slipping into my bed, which only made me want to taste her even more. Controlling myself, I inhaled deeply, appreciating the subtle gesture.

  I really wanted to stay there.

  For most, blood is associated with violence and injury—an unpleasant necessity. But for me, it was far more than that. Blood was love, blood was life—in the most literal sense. It had been years since I’d had the chance to simply lie in bed and take in the rhythm of another person’s pulse, the quiet beat of a heart so close to my skin. Rias' blood sang to me, flowing in harmony with her contented sighs, her body relaxed and completely at ease against mine. Her fingers threaded gently through my hair, her touch affectionate as she looked down at me with a soft, knowing smile.

  People could lie, but blood was always honest.

  My hand drifted down slowly, fingers curling around the soft flesh of her thigh, pulling it gently until her leg hooked itself around my hips. The mix of warmth and softness washed over me, drowning my thoughts in a lazy stupor. This… this was the perfect way to wake up. But as much as I could feel that Rias was enjoying this just as much as me, I couldn’t forget the simple truth of who we were—two Devils, fighting for control, no matter how sweet the moment might seem. Her nails scratched lightly at the back of my head, begging me to close my eyes and let her handle it all, but I knew I couldn’t let myself get too comfortable. I needed to remind her who was in charge here.

  So, with a smirk, I pressed my lips down onto that inviting valley one more time, and gave her a playful bite.

  “E-Ehyh!?”

  Rias nearly jumped, startled, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I left a faint mark on her skin. It wasn’t much—just a little something for her to notice when she looked in the mirror later that night and remember my face. A gift.

  “Sorry, President,” I offered the most half-hearted apology I could muster. “But you really should be more careful about who you get in bed with. Sometimes I wake up with a bit of an appetite, and… well, you know how it can be.”

  “I-I see…” she stammered, trying to maintain her confident facade. “As a King, it’s my responsibility to take care of my peerage members to the best of my ability. However…” She hesitated, her face flushed. “I don’t think it’d be appropriate to let you feed on me just yet, if that’s what you were hoping for.”

  “Fair enough,” I replied, my hand sliding higher along her thigh, tracing the curve of her body as I nestled my face against her neck. “But I’m sure this much is fine, right, President?”

  I began to kiss the side of her neck, my lips brushing softly against her skin. Rias' entire body tensed for a moment, a small yelp slipping past her lips before she quickly composed herself again, trying to play it cool. But I could feel the way her breath hitched, the faint tremble in her frame as I continued my gentle assault.

  “T-That’s a little…”

  My hand, still resting on her thigh, moved up once more until I reached the curve of her backside. I waited for just a second, then gave her a firm, sadistic slap. The sharp sound filled the room, and Rias let out an involuntary scream, her hands flying to cover her mouth as her face turned an even deeper shade of red, almost the same as her hair. Mortified, she glared at me with wide, disbelieving eyes.

  “So, President…” I leaned in close, my voice low. “Does every member of your peerage get this kind of treatment? I can definitely see Akeno enjoying it the most—maybe we could have some fun together?”

  Her face twisted as she struggled to find the right words, her brain clearly still trying to catch up to what had just happened. But before she could gather her thoughts, I rolled us both over, pushing her gently onto her back, positioning myself between her long, beatiful legs. I pinned her beneath me, taking my time, making sure she felt every movement, every shift in power.

  This wasn’t about teaching her a lesson. No, this was more of a… demonstration. A preview of the game we were about to play until one of the two surrendered to the other.

  “W-Well…” She scratched her cheek. “It’s not like I do this for everyone! I just thought that since you’ll be with us from now on, I-I should do something to help you feel a bit more… welcomed.”

  It was easy to tell those words had been rehearsed, probably part of a routine she had prepared, one where she played the role of the teasing seductress while I was supposed to act helpless, worked up, and probably too frustrated to do anything about it. The goal was clear—to blue ball me enough to get me to follow her around all day like a dog in heat, completely at her mercy.

  Yeah, not happening.

  Instead, I let my fingers pace slowly along the back of her leg, my hand curling just enough to brush near her crotch with each pass, pretending it was accidental. I kept silent, making no effort to push things further—after all, I wasn’t aiming to start something too intense. No, I just wanted to make sure that by the time she left, there’d be a warm, lingering feeling between her legs.

  I wanted her to think about me every now and then. She had hopped into my bed looking to start some heat with that body of hers, and that was exactly what I was going to give her.

  “So,” I whispered lazily. “Can I expect this kind of company for as long as I keep participating in the club? I have to say, it’s not a bad way to keep me motivated.” I gently grabbed her chin, turning her face toward mine as I sank back into the pillow beside her. “You know, I didn’t think it was professional to say this the first time we met, but… that scarlet hair of yours is really something else. Can I…?”

  Her previous confidence visibly wavered as she sank slightly into the sheets. Rias hesitated for a moment, then gave a shy, almost imperceptible nod. Just as I leaned in closer, about to tangle my fingers in that fiery hair, ready to grab it and pull her head back until she offered her neck to me… the door to my room swung open.

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  “Nyyyyyyyx! Get the fuck out of bed and make me something to e—”

  Kira froze mid-sentence, frozen in utter disbelief as she took in the scene before her. For a moment, it looked like she might just drop dead from embarrassment right then and there. Meanwhile, Rias quickly grabbed the covers, pulling them up around her body as she scrambled to sit up, managing to hide most of her chest—but not quite enough.

  “Y-You’re Kira, right?” Rias said, offering an awkward smile. “I believe we’re in the same class. I just dropped by to make sure Nyx didn’t miss school today. I’m his—”

  “Kira, just close the door,” I cut in, my voice calm as ever. “You’ll be seeing Rias around here pretty often from now on, so you don’t have to stand there staring at her tits forever. I’m sure you’ll have another chance.

  Kira’s fumbled for the door handle, her eyes wide with horror. Without another word, she slammed the door shut behind her and practically ran off down the hall.

  “Well,” I chuckled, turning back to Rias, who was now biting her lip in silence as my hand traced its way down her form, inching dangerously close to her pubis. I let my fingers hover just below her belly button, teasing the idea of going lower through her flat abdomen, watching the way her breath hitched in anticipation.

  But that was enough.

  “C’mon,” I said, giving her a playful push, as if none of it had been serious. “If you want more of this, you’ll have to show up a little earlier tomorrow. I don’t lock my door.”

  Rias blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift, and for a moment, she looked as if she might protest. But then, with a soft, defeated sigh, she let herself collapse back onto the bed.

  “I’ll… consider it,” she murmured, still not looking at me, too proud to let the embarrassment defeat her.

  I leaned down, brushing my lips against her cheek in a loving kiss that was meant to calm her. “Get dressed. I’ll make you something to eat,” I whispered before standing up, grabbing a shirt, and slipping it on as I left the room.

  It’s strange how the human brain works—sometimes, you just feel something, a cold shiver, a sense of foreboding. There’s no logical reason behind it, no sound or sight to trigger the instinct. But you know, deep down, that your next step is important—no, vital for your survival.

  “Good morning, Master.”

  Saber’s voice erased my victorious smile, her presence somehow making the air feel heavier. She stood there, by my door, both hands on the hilt of her fully drawn sword, her posture rigid and vigilant like a statue. Her expression didn’t change, and that alone was enough to unsettle me. It wasn’t that I was surprised she’d been standing guard—after all, that’s who she was—but this was different.

  “S-Saber!” I forced a smile, nerves creeping into my voice. “My cute, little lion…”

  She didn’t move, my words bouncing off before reaching her as if she had erected an invisible wall between us. The way she stood there, all stoic and composed, felt like the martial version of her giving me the cold shoulder. A chill ran down my spine.

  “I had been wondering why you decided to lower the magical defenses every other night, Master,” she said, her voice calm but carrying the weight of an angry reprimand. “I did not realize you were in the business of fishing common harlots off the street.”

  “Oh, c’mon. You can’t seriously be mad about that,” I said, trying my best to sound nonchalant and confident. “I was expecting Rias to visit one of these nights, but I didn’t think Devil negotiations would be… this close and personal.”

  Saber’s expression softened slightly, but not enough to make me feel at ease. She sighed, a quiet sound of resignation, before sheathing her sword. “As your Queen, I will take any excessive advances towards her as a personal insult.”

  “Which means…?”

  She stepped forward, her face now inches from mine, her cheeks reddening ever so slightly. “That you’re not allowed to do anything with her that you haven’t done with me.”

  I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I pushed her back against the wall and kissed her deeply, my hands gripping her shoulders as if I needed to ground myself. It was rough, passionate—full of a heavy sense of possession.

  “If you wanted to crawl into my bed naked, we could’ve talked about it,” I whispered against her lips

  Saber’s face flushed even more as she turned away, fighting to maintain her composure. “Breakfast better be good,” she muttered before storming off down the stairs.

  That was one challenge I could get behind.

  Unfortunately for me, it seemed like I had pushed Kira too far with my teasing earlier—she was nowhere to be found, already having left for school on her own. So, there I was, sitting at the breakfast table with Saber, my serious, jealous, sword-wielding girlfriend, and Rias, the double D Devil who had found her way into my bed all on her own.

  I could tell Rias was itching to ask questions. Her eyes occasionally flickered toward Saber, curiosity dancing behind them. She must have wanted to know exactly what my relationship with Saber was or how someone as formidable as her had come into my life. But the Devil wasn’t foolish enough to just poke people around—especially not a grumpy Holy Sword user. Saber clearly wasn’t mad about me having someone else around, but there was a big difference between that and actually enjoying it.

  At first, I tried to spark some conversation in between the two. But I quickly realized that the only thing preventing a fight from breaking out was the amount of syrup on Saber’s pancakes.

  “Master, wait!”

  As the days had passed, kisses between us had become more of a normal occurrence—something we both seemed to need and want more than we were willing to admit. But what caught me off guard this time was how completely unashamed she was about it right there. She kissed me in front of Rias, with no hesitation or concern for being watched, even as we held each other close for far longer than necessary.

  It was… new.

  I made sure to return the kiss with equal care, letting her know just how much I appreciated her proud display of affection, and that I wasn’t afraid to show any guests who was the woman of the house.

  “Have a good day,” she mumbled, her voice carrying a new warmth. “And please, remember… I’m always willing to rush to your side.”

  There was something unguarded in the way she said it, something that left me feeling more than a little flustered as I turned to leave. Saber had been making a real effort to be more open lately, more emotionally vulnerable and available—more of a real person. But this... I couldn’t help walking out the door wearing a sheepish smile, hearing my heart beat.

  “So… Saber?”

  I nearly jumped out of my own skin, having completely forgotten that she was even there. I’d been walking towards the school, lost in my own world.

  “Pendragon,” I said.

  Rias gave me a curious look, clearly confused by the response. “Pendragon?”

  “She’s a descendant of King Arthur,” I explained. “It’s something we’d rather keep private. I’m not her first Master, but I’m the one she’s decided to stay with—for now.” I tried to make the explanation as straightforward and logical as possible, not wanting to give away too much.

  “For now, huh?” Rias’ lips curled into a smile, and she brought a hand up to her mouth. “Is she usually this… affectionate with all of her Masters?”

  “Well,” I leaned into the banter, smirking, “let’s just say she takes good care of her Masters. Not so different from how you take care of your Peerage members, right? If anything, I’d say I’ve gotten to play around with you a little bit more than with her. She never lets my tongue get that far down.”

  I saw the exact moment when Rias’ mind registered my words. Her steps became stiff and awkward. She was clearly remembering how I had been on top of her naked body just the moments ago, and it left her out of her element. For a Devil, she clearly was no succubus.

  Deciding to push my luck just a little further, I casually wrapped an arm around her waist as we walked, drawing her closer without a hint of shame.

  “H-Hey!” Rias stammered. “No one said you could just—”

  “What?” I interrupted her. “It’s not like people aren’t going to start talking about how we’re always together, even coming to school. Might as well give them something real to talk about, don’t you think? Let’s see what kind of rumors they can come up with.”

  Rias didn't immediately respond, but I saw the shift in her expression—the furrow of her brows, the small flash of irritation. However, her walk soon changed. There was a deliberate sway to her hips as we crossed into the open campus, the subtle swing of her perfect hourglass figure making sure to attract attention. It wasn’t just a simple walk anymore; she was putting on a show. The whispers started almost immediately. People were watching, so I did the only thing I could do and pushed my hand a little lower—giving the public what they wanted and grabbing myself a piece of that ass.

  By the time we said goodbye, parting ways to our respective classrooms, it was clear that half the school was talking about our entrance. The hushed gossip and wide-eyed stares followed me all the way down the hallway. It was almost funny. These Japanese girls, despite their reputation for being reserved and respectful, were far from shy when it came to their erotic curiosity. Still, they tried their hardest to keep up appearances in public. So, seeing one of their senior classmates, someone as famous as Rias Gremory, walking into school with such confident, sultry steps... well, it was practically the same as if I had brought her in wearing nothing but a collar and leash. The idea alone could probably set the rumor mill spinning for days.

  I hadn’t expected Rias to play along, but there she was, feeding the flames with every sway of her hips. Maybe she was even more of an exhibitionist than I’d ever imagined.

  That would be fun to test.

  And yet, despite her bold performance, not even that had managed to drown out every other conversation in the halls.

  No, there was someone—a particular name that kept coming up as I sat down at my desk, the only one capable of commanding enough attention to steal the spotlight from our little stunt.

  Issei Hyoudou.

  “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked Kiba, my curiosity piqued by the unusual buzz in the room.

  Kiba looked a little hesitant, glancing around before answering. “Oh, you haven’t heard? Apparently, one of those guys almost got hit by a car while chasing down a porn magazine.”

  I blinked, processing the absurdity. “That’s… pretty bad. Is he okay?”

  Kiba rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. “W-Well… He wasn’t actually hit by the car, but when some girls rushed over to help him, they noticed he had… glued pictures of their faces over the women in the magazine.”

  My mind went blank for a second, trying to wrap itself around the sheer level of idiocy, and I let out an involuntary sound. “Uh… uh?”

  The boy gave a pained sigh. “Let’s just say that when they saw what he’d done… He ended up being taken to the hospital… even without the car.”

  I had no words. None.

  My initial opinion of Issei Hyoudou had been fairly neutral—he was just some perverted guy who didn’t really impact my life one way or another. As long as I could avoid him, whatever happened involving Ddraig was just business, nothing personal. But now?

  Seeing all of this play out from the sidelines, without the luxury of some magical narrator or insider knowledge, was a whole different experience.

  And honestly? Watching Issei and his little group of friends—the infamous Perverted Trio—do their thing, I was starting to wonder how anyone tolerated them this long. It wasn’t just their reputations; it was the fact that they seemed to live in this weird world of mutual delusion. Always cuddling together, whispering about the next dirty thing they’d obsess over as if this time it would make them popular, openly discussing their latest escapades like some kind of unholy, horny brotherhood.

  For most students at Kuoh Academy, Issei and his friends weren’t just a group of perverts—they were more like a bizarre, homoerotic cult, united in their twisted pursuit to get each other horny and worked up during school hours so they could go home and jerk off together right after, all three of them sharing the same room. The mental image was enough to make anyone cringe.

  And the worst part? The rumors weren’t even that far off from reality. I was starting to see them that way myself. It was getting harder and harder not to grimace every time those three were within a thirty-foot radius of me. My body just assumed they smelled like garbage—it was almost like a magical aura of disgust and decay.

  By the time I snapped back to the present, I realized I’d been staring blankly at Kiba for a solid twenty seconds. His sympathetic expression told me all I needed to know.

  With a gentle pat on my shoulder, he offered what little comfort he could. “It… gets better… eventually…”

  Yeah, right. Kiba was a terrible liar, and the pain in his eyes wasn’t exactly selling the hope he was trying to give me.

  Just as I was about to comment on it, a soft voice interrupted the moment.

  “It’s not so bad! At least we can have some fun while those two visit their friend at the hospital.”

  Murayama’s voice, playful and light, reached my ears just before I felt her arms wrap around me from behind. She leaned in, pressing herself against my back, and I could feel the weight of her chest rest over my shoulders. It wasn’t on Rias-level, but there was enough weight to make me—once again—realize the absurdity of my situation. After all, she was nothing short of a really cute girl that remained both easy to talk to and deeply invested on Japanese swords as part of her training.

  On any other school, Murayama would have been the top-of-the-class, instant love-interest of any guy with some sort of good taste. But here at Kuoh… she was pretty much average, and almost desperate for some positive interactions with men.

  How the hell can you live in a world like this… and still get no bitches?

  ?

  That night, for the first time, I was officially called to the Occult Research Club’s room.

  I’d been there a handful of times over the past week, mostly hanging around, helping out with small tasks that didn’t require much thought. It was routine by now. Rias had no reason to think I wouldn’t show up tonight, especially not after the playful show we put on earlier that morning. So the fact that she had personally summoned me this time meant something was different. Something important.

  My suspicions were confirmed when I saw the glowing Magic Circle traced across the floor, intricate runes pulsing faintly as if alive. It wasn’t just for show. It was ready, active, and waiting for us to step in.

  Rias stood in the center, a confident smile playing on her lips as she waved her arm with her usual theatrical flair. The room, dimly lit by the circle’s glow, gave her an almost ethereal presence.

  “Tonight,” she began, commanding, smooth, “we work as Devils. Every single one of us.”