Chapter 266 - 263 ~ Fiery Entrance
A week had passed, yet not one night had passed without a passionate intimacy and love making since the day Yuuji and Aika cented their feelings for each other.
Yuna and Nina, fueled by envy and horniness, overca their shyness of doing it in front of their aunt, and joined their nightly rendezvous.
Tonight, despite needing to wake up early and prepare the food they were going to bring for their Hanami celebration with their friends tomorrow, Yuna and Nina still jumped on Yuuji, taking turns with Aika to have their fill of him.
And after a few intense rounds, Yuna and Nina had fallen into deep sleep, their naked bodies sprawled on Yuuji's bed, while Aika had her last round of sex.
"Hah... Hah... Hah... I can't... Anymore..." Her heavy, massive breasts pressed against his chiseled chest after falling down onto Yuuji.
She had no strength left after after being rcilessly played with and fucked by Yuuji.
Even though she and her nieces fought him 3-on-1, she couldn't believe they failed to even make him lose breath from exhaustion while they went on the verge of fainting multiple tis before.
"Take a rest, nee-san. Let's stop here for tonight... I still have to wake up early tomorrow to prepare for our outing."
Yuuji slowly placed her down by his side, stroking her hair as he cast cleaning magic onto her.
"Mm..." She nodded dazedly, too drained to respond in any other way, before closing her eyes and nodding off.
Yuuji pulled up his blanket to cover all four of them on his bed. It was a crowded squeeze, but still manageable given they didn't mind being so close to each other.
He laid down, finally closing his eyes as the peaceful silence and soft breathing of the three beautiful girls by his sides serenade him to a comfortable sleep.
Just then, his phone buzzed and rang with a notification, making him open his eyes and reach out to grab it.
Then, when he finally read it, his mind beca fully awake once more.
"So it finally ca..."
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Nearly two weeks had slipped by since Koneko's last report concerning the strange, sudden transformation she observed once again in Aika.
It had started subtly—so subtly that, under normal circumstances, Koneko wouldn't have thought to ntion it. But Rias had given her strict orders: "Report every change, no matter how small." And Koneko, ever vigilant and attuned to the ebb and flow of spiritual energies, had sensed sothing... different.
Aika's aura had shifted. Not just in intensity, but in nature—both quantitatively and qualitatively. Where once her energy, though controlled, surged like a vibrant, rushing river, it had now settled into sothing far more composed. It was like a pristine, motionless lake beneath moonlight—still, serene, yet impossibly deep. Like a bottomless abyss, Koneko couldn't even fathom its depth.
And yet... there was sothing else. Sothing more elusive.
Aika's aura hadn't just stabilized—it had changed. Morphed. Evolved. Koneko couldn't quite place how or why, but there was an undeniable new undertone to it, sothing both unknown, and yet... familiar. A quiet power, cloaked in elegance.
But the most striking change—one even Koneko couldn't ignore—was in Aika's appearance.
She hadn't thought it was possible, but Aika had grown even more beautiful.
Before, she had the effortless charm of a radiant high school girl—bright, lively, and unforgettable in a crowd. She had the kind of beauty that drew glances and turned heads, a light-hearted allure that invited admiration.
Now, that beauty had matured, intensified—transcended.
There was a hypnotic quality to her presence, an aura of mystique that lured the eye and refused to let it go. Aika no longer rely attracted attention—she commanded it.
People who once found themselves drawn to her would now find themselves ensnared, captivated not by innocence but by sothing deeper, darker, and infinitely more enthralling. Her allure had beco an enchantnt... a spell woven into every glance, every movent.
It wasn't just beauty anymore.
It was bewitchnt.
Needless to say, this change attracted Rias's attention and curiosity.
However, with her own problems looming right above her head and unable to simply call for Aika and have her explain, there was nothing she could do.
Thus, she decided to focus and enact her intensive training plan.
Except for when Rias brought her whole peerage to the Familiar Forest to get Issei and Asia, the new mbers of her peerage, familiars, everyday were spent with training and studying.
During the day—even amidst the bustle of school life—Rias and Akeno devoted themselves fully to the refinent of their magical prowess.
While others chatted between classes or focused on lessons, the two prodigies quietly focused inward, tracing the invisible rivers of mana that coursed through their veins.
They stilled their bodies and sharpened their minds, striving to sense and control the minute fluctuations in their energy. It was an exercise in absolute discipline—one that demanded patience, clarity, and unwavering focus.
This technique was sothing Grayfia forced on her while she was training her during her childhood. Rias rembered vividly how much she once loathed this thod.
Back then, she had despised the stillness, the silence, the slow crawl of internal mastery—anathema to her naturally spirited nature. But now, circumstances have changed. The looming threats demanded a new level of precision and strength. And so, she endured the monotony, pushing herself past her old limits.
When the sun began its descent and the golden afternoon light poured across the sky, theory gave way to action.
Rias and Akeno unleashed their magic in controlled bursts, honing the raw elental forces they commanded. The crimson vortexes of the Power of Destruction spiraled from Rias's hands, obliterating wooden targets with ruthless efficiency. Beside her, Akeno stood like a thunder goddess incarnate, arcs of lightning dancing along her body before erupting outward in brilliant, electric fury. Each spell cast was asured and sharpened—ant to increase not just destructive force, but control, accuracy, and energy conservation. Every movent, every breath, beca part of their evolving dance with power.
As the stars began to glitter overhead, they transitioned into ntal warfare. The nights were reserved for strategy and intellect.
The dim glow of candlelight flickered across stacks of old tos and thick rulebooks on Rating Gas—brought by Rias from her family's library in the Underworld. Diagrams, case studies, and simulations filled their nights. Sona, always the tactician, occasionally joined or offered pointed advice, testing their understanding and challenging their assumptions. It wasn't just about power anymore—it was about how to use it.
anwhile, Issei and Kiba undertook a more physically grueling regin.
Every morning, they followed a rigorous training program carefully constructed by Rias and Akeno. Sweat-soaked and breathless, they pushed their bodies to the limit—running, lifting, enduring. Their sacred gears were also a focus, with Issei working to deepen his connection with the Boosted Gear, and Kiba refining the efficiency and fluidity of his Sword Birth.
Koneko, ever silent and disciplined, trained alongside them. Her regin was brutal—focused entirely on hand-to-hand combat, explosive speed, and tireless endurance. Sparring sessions beca daily battles, each one sharpening their instincts, reflexes, and teamwork.
This intense training quickly beca a vital part of their daily lives—so much so that Rias suspended all but the most essential devil duties, including contract work. "This," she had declared, "is more important than any deal we could make."
Fortunately, the city itself presented opportunities for real combat.
A peculiar issue with several oversized crows—fallen birds from the sky above skies—led to several skirmishes throughout town. It was during one of these encounters that Rias's peerage intervened to save a girl Issei had t and gained affection for. A petite, golden-haired nun with the innocence and naivety unfit for the cruel world of supernaturals.
Asia Argento—a gentle-hearted forr nun, excommunicated from the Church for the "sin" of healing a devil with her Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing. Her kindness had been her undoing. Yet, she continued to hold onto that pure kind heart, even if it had led her to an abandoned church in a small suburban town and into the jaws of danger that led to her death.
The fallens had managed to steal her Sacred Gear away, severing its connection with her soul, causing her death.
However, Issei's plea and Rias's desperate need for promising peerage mbers changed her fate.
She had died by the hands of a forr angel, by the circumstances brought by her kindness and led her here, only to be saved and reborn as a devil by Rias's hand.
Now, Asia stood among them as their new Bishop—her aura faint, but resolute. She trained alongside them, learning to channel her mana and refine the miraculous power of her healing. Her kindness hadn't dulled; if anything, it shone brighter amidst the trials.
She would repay her benefactor and new family and try her best to be of so help as they all desperately prepare for the storm to co.
Sothing urgent, however, paused her training routine.
When she would normally do target practice with her magic, a ssage from her sister-in-law last night informing her that she would be coming made her stay in the Occult Research Club room and sit behind her desk, anxious.
One of the other reasons why Rias was imrsing herself in training was to avoid being drowned in her own anxiety instead. She had ti, sure, but even that wouldn't be enough to close the gap between herself and the adversary she would be facing if she were to relax around.
Grayfia and Sona had made it painfully clear for her to see.
The steaming cup of tea prepared by her best friend and Queen before her stayed untouched.
By her side, hugging a circular tal tray against her massive breasts, Akeno watched her King with a concerned silence.
Just then, a devil's teleportation magic circle alight before them, and a drop-dead gorgeous beauty, dressed in a french maid outfit, with platinum silver hair and a decorum of a pinnacle maid appeared.
"Good afternoon, Miss Rias, Miss Akeno."
Grayfia bowed as a servant would to the young mistress of the noble household she served. Though, both Rias and Akeno treated her like no re servant. Instead, they treated her with the respect and cordiality of a respected family mber.
"Good afternoon, Grayfia. I would say it is nice to see you... But if you're here for what I'm thinking, I'd rather not lie to my sister-in-law."
The stoic, cold expression of the "Silver Haired Queen of Annihilation" lted away slightly, revealing a look of concern and helplessness.
"Unfortunately, it is what you feared, Miss Rias. I am here to inform you of the arrangents decided by your father. Further details can be discussed on a later date, once you return to the underworld for your marriage preparation."
"There won't be a marriage!" A loud thud emphasized the finality of her words as Rias slamd her fist on her desk in frustration.
Grayfia kept her silence along with Akeno as the room fell into a silence as heavy as the atmosphere.
"I won't do it... Not with that kind of scumbag..." Rias whispered under her breath, though every single word and the venom contained within it still reached the two other ladies near her.
A sigh escaped her lips, reddened by her bite, before Rias looked up at her sister-in-law, almost in a pleading way.
"Is there nothing my brother could do about it?"
The current "Lucifer
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