"Xenovia, I'm not done yet."
Kazuki Fuwa released her arms, forcing her fully onto all fours.
The position left her and Yumi overlapping almost like a sixty-nine, their pussies perfectly aligned. From Yumi's angle, she could clearly see Xenovia being impaled by Kazuki, while Xenovia had a perfect view of Yumi's dripping, semen-filled pussy.
"Let Yumi see you properly—here we go!"
With those words, Kazuki began pistoning into her with relentless force, his final sprint toward climax.
Xenovia's overflowing nectar dripped onto Yumi's face, but far from disgust, Yumi caught the droplets with a teasing lick of her tongue.
"Ahh! I—I'm losing my mind! Senpai's fucking me, Yumi's watching—my body's breaking—!!"
"...You're not breaking," Yumi murmured.
"She's right. The honest Xenovia is adorable."
Thump.
Her heart pounded at the word adorable. No one had ever called her that before. She knew she wasn't cute like Yumi or Asia—her image was always "beautiful," "cool," or "attractive." Adorable was never part of the equation.
Yet Kazuki Fuwa had called her that.
The unexpected praise sent a sharp, sweet pang through her chest, tightening around her heart. In hindsight, this was the moment Xenovia realized Kazuki had shifted from being just a "seed provider" to the man she'd fallen for.
"A-Adorable…? I'm not… ahh—!"
"It's the truth. C'mon, turn that cute face toward me."
"Ah… N-No, Senpai—mmph… Chu~… mmm… slurp… gulp~…"
Kazuki roughly turned her face toward his, claiming her lips in a deep, wet kiss, his tongue invading as he poured his saliva into her mouth.
Both her upper and lower holes were being ravaged, the unfamiliar pleasure pushing Xenovia to her limit. But Kazuki was just as close—the tight grip of Xenovia's newly awakened exhibitionist cunt driving him to the edge.
"Tch—I'm cumming, Xenovia!"
"Yes! Fill me—pump your semen deep inside my womb, Senpai—!!"
"Damn it—Xenovia!!"
Splurt! Gush! Groooaaan~!! Spurtt
"Nnnggaaahhh—!!"
Splaaaaash—!!
Xenovia Quarta felt it—the scorching, thick load flooding her depths. Her body convulsed as if electrocuted, spraying her girl-cum squirt mixed with his cum everywhere before her vision whited out, consciousness slipping away.
Now that Kazuki had held Xenovia until she calmed, his throbbing cock finally began to soften. As his rationality returned, he nearly recoiled at the chaotic aftermath around him.
Yumi was awake but completely immobilized, while Xenovia had completely blacked out. Deciding to clean up the mess later, Kazuki hoisted both girls onto his shoulders and teleported them back to the Occult Research Club room.
After washing away the sticky remnants clinging to their bodies in the shower, he dressed them in spare girls' gym uniforms (complete with old-fashioned bloomers, oddly enough) and finally let out a sigh of relief.
Classes would start soon, but the two needed to rest. Just as he considered this, the magical circle on the floor flared to life—Rias and Akeno materialized before him.
"My, my, Kazuki… what exactly is this situation?"
Rias' voice dropped dangerously low as her eyes fell upon Yumi and Xenovia sprawled across the sofa. Akeno, meanwhile, wore her usual ~Ara, ara~ smile—but the aura behind it was nothing short of terrifying.
Elsewhere~~~
"Ugh… nn… where… am I…?"
"Ah, she's awake, nya~."
"Well, well, finally decided to join us, huh?"
Vali had finally stirred. Kuroka and Bikou kept their expressions neutral, but inwardly, they were relieved—after all, their leader had been unconscious for three whole days after being brought back covered in wounds.
"Kuroka… Bikou… Right. I lost… to Kazuki Fuwa."
Vali's gaze flickered between them as the memories of her defeat resurfaced.
"Damn right! And it was me who dragged your sorry ass back, ya hear? Better be grateful!" Bikou grinned.
"I see… What about my injuries?"
"Two broken ribs, a fractured right fist, and cracks all over your bones, nya~. Your neck was the worst—a few millimeters deeper, and your carotid would've been severed. Bikou's talismans and my Senjutsu patched you up, but you're on strict bed rest for now, nya~."
"I see… What about the Khaos Group?"
"The old Satan faction's pissed 'cause we lost Katerea, and thanks to the Three Factions' peace treaty, our existence got exposed. Gotta lay low for a while," Bikou grumbled.
"…Fine. Then I'll take this time to recover."
"That's the spirit. Now stay down, will ya?"
"Sweet dreams, nya~!"
Leaving Vali to slip back into slumber, the two exited the room. As they walked down the hallway side by side, Bikou suddenly spoke up.
"…Still, sittin' around after our boss got wrecked leaves a bad taste in my mouth."
"What're you planning, nya~?"
"Eh, just thought we'd poke around the Gremory group, mess with 'em a little. Whaddya say?"
"…Not a bad idea, nya~. I'll help."
"Hell yeah! Now we're talkin'!"
Bikou smirked mischievously. The Gremory peerage—that's where Shirone was. Maybe this was their chance to get her back. Time to stir up some trouble, nya~!
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"So from today onward, I'll be the Occult Research Club's advisor. Call me Azazel-sensei."
After school, Azazel appeared in the Occult Research Clubroom wearing a sloppily fitted suit as he made his declaration.
"...Why are you here?" Rias pressed her fingers to her forehead as she asked with evident weariness.
"Well, I first asked Sirzechs, but he told me to ask Serafall's little sister instead. So I did, and got this position."
"I wasn't informed! Ugh, why would Sona agree to this...?"
Kazuki suspected the student council president had conveniently pawned off this troublesome responsibility but kept silent.
"My purpose for staying at this academy is to train both the Gremory and Sitri peerages as deterrents against the Khaos Brigade. Starting with the Red Dragon Emperor and Vali, you've got several Sacred Gear bearers who'll make interesting training material."
"Is... is a war starting?" Issei asked nervously after hearing Azazel's explanation.
"Nah. At worst, we'll see some minor skirmishes. Both sides are still preparing. The higher-ups estimate we've got five or six years before any real war breaks out. Until then, I'll whip you into shape. Starting with building your stamina for prolonged battles, kid."
"...Understood." Issei bit his lip hard, clearly frustrated with his own inadequacies.
"Don't overthink it. Red Dragon Emperor—or should I say, Issei. I hear you dream of building a Harem?"
"Hell yeah! That's my ultimate life goal!!" Issei immediately perked up, his shout dispelling the tense atmosphere.
"Then I'll teach you how to build one. I've created hundreds of harems in my time. You'd be stupid not to learn from me."
"!!!?"
The word "Harem" made Issei lean forward hungrily. As Azazel recounted his exploits—including how he'd made human women fall for him by groping their breasts—Issei's eyes sparkled with newfound respect, even admiration, for the fallen angel.
But—
"Issei, you truly are..."
"My, my, what a hopeless boy."
"Issei-san... am I not enough for you...?"
"Disgusting."
Rias and Akeno sighed in exasperation, Asia looked heartbroken, and Koneko's voice dripped with icy contempt—all while Issei remained oblivious.
'With this attitude, how could he ever hope to build a harem?'
"Alright, alright, ignore them for now. Listen up, everyone—we're going to the Underworld during summer break."
Rias clapped her hands to refocus the discussion.
"There's an upcoming gathering for young devils. Since I'll be attending, you'll all be coming with me. The event will include Rating Games, and we'll conduct our special training there too. Prepare for an extended trip."
"Yes, President!!" everyone chorused.
'The Underworld, huh...' Kazuki Fuwa mused.
His knowledge of the original timeline had grown hazy, and thanks to his presence, events had already diverged significantly.
'I wonder what awaits us in the underworld...'
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