"Isn't it better to just unleash your true nature? Just like you said, even if senjutsu suppress your instincts, you still need a man in the end."
The girl gritted her teeth and tried to break free from her arousal. Her desire was already showing through her breathing.
"Bikou!"
Vitan released her waist and lightly leapt back.
Boom!
A massive shockwave exploded, as a blood-red staff smashed into the ground, shattering it completely and scattering debris everywhere.
The next second, Vitan felt the weight in his hand disappear—he was now holding nothing.
From the cloud of dust leapt a sleek, shiny, flawlessly black cat.
"That guy's way too dangerous!"
"I know, I'm already drawing the teleportation array."
Her voice echoed from within the smoke. The pattern beneath her feet glowed brightly—it was a teleportation array.
"Go!"
In just one second, both vanished into light.
To accurately set a teleportation destination would've taken her a long time at her current level. But an emergency escape only needed one second.
What they needed most right now was to flee—destination wasn't important.
Because if they delayed any longer, she feared she'd be dragged away to mate.
The radiance of magic power wrapped around the two of them almost simultaneously.
"Really now, I already said it—why do you always act on your own? How can I keep up with you like this?! What a disobedient little one."
A magnetic voice sounded at close range.
What the hell is going on?! I put up such a huge spatial array! My magic power is already drained, so why wasn't I teleported away? Wait a minute—where's Bikou?
At that instant, countless question marks surged up in Kuroka's mind.
Just then, when Vitan had spoken beside her, Kuroka instinctively swung her tail at the man who had suddenly appeared behind her.
"Even though you're pretty cute like this, doing anything will be a bit difficult for you."
Vitan put on a deliberately confused expression, then stretched out a finger and poked Kuroka's smooth cheek.
Tzzzt—!
Kuroka instinctively raised her hand and slapped his away.
While the action may have seemed a bit flirtatious, it clearly carried sharp hostility underneath.
"My spatial teleportation spell didn't fail, so why wasn't I teleported?"
Kuroka gritted her teeth, her voice trembling.
Earlier, when it was the two of them, they couldn't beat this man. Now that Bikou was gone, she had even less chance of winning.
Using space magic to escape? That was out of the question.
If escape had been possible, she would've been long gone by now.
"Of course your spatial teleportation didn't fail. Otherwise, your teammate would've remained too. I just used numerology to seal the space around you.
Look!"
While speaking, Vitan pinched Kuroka's tail and pulled the tip to the front to show her off like a trophy.
What did it look like?
Just like the Holy Ring on Tailmon's tail in Digimon.
Now, on Kuroka's tail, there was a similar ring.
Only, this one was black.
The next second, black ribbons appeared out of thin air. Vitan lifted Kuroka by the back of her collar and descended into the infirmary.
There was still one hour left until the end of school.
So Rias and the others hadn't yet come to visit Koneko, and Koneko herself was still sleeping soundly in her hospital bed.
"Tell me—doesn't this scene feel beautiful? As long as you behave and stay by my side, this kind of life can be your daily routine. Reconcile with your sister, watch her grow—imagine that kind of life."
The scene in front of Kuroka was very heartwarming, but her expression remained cold and vigilant.
"Why are you telling me all this? You already caught me. Why not just do whatever you want? Be—"
"You're wondering why I'm doing all this troublesome stuff, right?"
Kuroka wanted to curse, but she held back. She already knew this was a waste of breath.
Though she hadn't finished her sentence, Vitan still understood what she meant and smiled.
"It's not troublesome at all!"
"I do have a personality that insists on getting what I want… But that doesn't mean I enjoy using force for everything. Rather than forcing you, I'd much rather you become mine willingly."
His words carried a surprisingly gentle tone.
Such a girl—Vitan always had the urge to raise her like a caged bird, carefully playing with her.
So letting Kuroka go was utterly out of the question.
In fact, even if Kuroka didn't submit, when the time came and he had no other option, he'd simply erase her consciousness and remold her personality.
"Willingly, huh? You really are a strange kind of devil, mister."
"That's right. So, have you thought it over?"
"At the very least, I can promise you that nothing unspeakable will happen under my care. I'll treat you like my own family."
Patience—this was something Vitan never lacked.
However, that patience clearly had its own standards. At least toward Kuroka, he felt she was worth the wait.
"So really, mister devil, you never gave me time to think it over at all."
Kuroka let out a soft sigh.
An eerie aura began to drift within the room. Her demonic energy started to leak out from her black cat form.
At that same moment, Vitan released his grip.
In just the blink of an eye, Kuroka transformed from a housecat back to her humanoid form, gracefully landing on the ground.
"Ma~ Well, I already swore I'd never become a devil's servant ever again in this lifetime. But since the odds are against me, I don't really have a choice, nya. But if you ever break your promise, these claws that once killed their own master will not hesitate to pierce your chest."