With the Underworld fiasco behind them, Tenra and his girls slipped seamlessly back into the rhythm of daily life.
School by day. Mischief with Rias and Yubelluna by night. The days were sweet, the nights sweeter.
Katerea and her coven were sent out on a mission: spread the faith, recruit more believers. Yubelluna and Xuelan used to handle all that grunt work, with familiars passing out flyers like clockwork. But peerage members had more important duties—serving Tenra himself. Now that he had an army of disposable tools, he wasn't about to waste his precious girls on errands. Katerea could handle the logistics.
The flock kept growing. It was time to think bigger. A real church—his own.
Recruitment was only half the battle. Indoctrination was the real challenge. When the numbers were small, Tenra could do it himself—appear before them, perform miracles, bask in their awe. But with so many followers now, that approach was hopelessly inefficient.
He needed intermediaries.
That was why he'd taken in Semilia and her sisters. Saints, after all, exist to devote themselves wholly to their Lord, to spread His love and greatness to the world.
Fifteen saints, Semilia included, were currently undergoing baptism and transformation in the Holy Demon Palace. Once they emerged, they'd finally serve their true purpose.
Asia, of course, was among them...
—
"Mmm... mmph..."
The student council room.
Tenra lounged in the president's chair, Sona Sitri draped across his lap, arms locked around his neck. Their kiss was deep, desperate—something that had no business happening in a school.
If any other student saw this, their hearts would shatter. The untouchable ice queen president, lost in a lover's embrace? Unthinkable.
He drank in her sweetness. They'd made a deal: when alone, they could act like real lovers. Tenra wasn't about to waste that privilege, so he found excuses to visit the council room at every opportunity.
Sona wasn't fully conquered yet. He'd have to keep working at it.
She looked dazed, breathless, lost. Tenra hooked a finger through her uniform, tearing it open, eyes hungry for forbidden territory—
Sona snapped back to reality and shoved him away.
"That's enough!"
"Hah... hah..."
Her face burned crimson as she clutched her torn blouse, glaring daggers.
"Every single time..."
"Sona, don't you think we're ready to go a little deeper?" Tenra tried his best puppy-dog eyes.
She snorted. "Give you an inch, you'll take a mile. Then another mile."
She'd figured out his game. He was greedy, always pushing.
"Sona, how long are we going to keep sneaking around? Rias already suspects something. Why not just come clean?"
"Absolutely not!"
Her head shot up, eyes wide. Then, realizing she'd overreacted, she softened her voice, cheeks tinged pink.
"I... I haven't decided yet. Just... give me a little more time."
If they confessed now, Rias would never let her live it down. She'd promised not to steal Rias's fiancé, and now look at her. The truth would come out eventually, but for now, she'd stall. One more day. Just one more day...
"If you're not ready, we can wait..." Tenra sighed, sounding genuinely disappointed.
He could push her if he wanted. But where was the fun in that?
He'd wait. She was already his—the meat was in his bowl. It wasn't going anywhere.
Sona watched his sulky expression, torn between annoyance and amusement. This guy already had a harem. Why was he so impatient?
Still... it meant he cared. She wouldn't admit it, but a spark of warmth flickered inside.
"O... Once. I'll help you once."
The words slipped out before she could stop herself.
Tenra's eyes lit up. "Sona, you mean it?!"
"I take it back. I said nothing." She turned away, voice frosty.
What had possessed her to say that? She regretted it already.
"Ha ha ha! My dear president, you're the future head of the Sitri family. You can't go back on your word!"
He laughed triumphantly, refusing to let her off the hook.
Silence. Sona sighed inwardly.
This was her own fault, wasn't it?
Regret or not, she'd made a promise. And as Sona Sitri, future head of House Sitri, she honored her word.
"How... how does Rias do it?"
She'd never done bridal training. She wasn't good at these things. The question burned with humiliation.
Tenra grinned, leaning in to whisper instructions.
Sona's lips parted in disbelief.
"Rias actually... she actually..."
She couldn't believe it. Rias—proud, haughty Rias—did something so shameless? Was this even the same person?
"What's wrong? Can't handle it? We can try something simpler."
Tenra's voice dripped with disappointment.
The challenge struck a nerve. "No need. If Rias can do it, so can I!"
They'd been rivals since childhood. Sona Sitri refused to lose to Rias Gremory in anything. But when she caught Tenra's smug, scheming grin, she realized—she'd been played.
Eyes narrowing, fury rising, she bit down hard on his shoulder.
"OW! OW! OW!"
"I was wrong! Sona, I was wrong!"
Tenra yelped, writhing, earning his well-deserved punishment.
"Try that again and I won't forgive you!"
"Never again, never again..."
Satisfied, Sona released him. Tenra clutched his shoulder, whimpering.
Were all these women part dog? That really hurt!
"Sona, go easy on me down there. Don't bite so hard next time," he complained, rubbing the teeth marks. Sona's eye twitched; she barely held back from giving him another.
Cold snort. She stood. He'd manipulated her, yes, but she'd given her word. She wouldn't break it.
Regrets aside, if Rias could do this, so could she.
Face burning, hesitation flickering, she finally knelt under his expectant gaze...
—
Much later, Sona staggered into the bathroom, dry heaving. Tenra lounged in the chair, blissfully satisfied.
He'd defiled the pure, untouchable Student Council President.
But it wasn't enough.
Not nearly enough.
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