"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 309: Be My Man
The match was over. Witnessed by millions.
Both men had taken blows charged with each other's convictions. Tenra lay battered, Sairaorg unconscious. Yet even in defeat, Sairaorg remained upright—bloodied, but grinning, the joy of battle still etched on his face.
Whatever ripples this fight sent through the world, for Tenra and Sairaorg, it was a clash without regrets.
And that was enough.
Sairaorg's eyes fluttered open to the sterile white of a hospital room.
"Finally awake, Sairaorg?"
Tenra's voice drifted over from the next bed. Sairaorg realized he was wrapped head to toe in bandages, lying flat. Tenra was in the same state, sprawled out beside him.
"Tenra Kamiyo... The match is over, huh? I lost, didn't I?"
Memory returned with a sting. He'd accepted the loss, but that didn't make it any less bitter.
"Yep. You lost. I won," Tenra said, grinning like a cat with cream. "Honestly, beating you senseless in front of your mom felt amazing."
Sairaorg's face darkened.
This bastard. Why does he keep bringing that up?
Annoyance simmered, but beneath it, a pinch of anxiety. He'd promised his mother he'd never lose again. The moment she woke up, he got flattened.
Gods, how humiliating.
Just as Sairaorg considered going all out for a rematch, Tenra started noisily tearing off his bandages. He hopped out of bed, stretching and kicking, full of energy.
"You—you're already healed?"
Sairaorg stared in disbelief.
"Oh, that? Just messing with you. I've got a Sacred Gear that fixes me right up. Been fine for ages," Tenra replied, flashing a toothy grin.
For a moment, Sairaorg seriously considered punching him. He resisted. Barely.
"Then heal me too. Lying here sucks."
"Heh. No can do. Consider it a souvenir from our friendship battle. You get to recover the old-fashioned way."
Expressionless, Sairaorg realized Tenra Kamiyo could be infuriatingly smug.
"Alright, since you're awake, I'll head back."
Tenra was already moving toward the door, cheerful as ever. He paused, hand on the knob.
"Hey, Sairaorg. Let's do this again sometime."
Surprise flickered across Sairaorg's face, then his eyes lit up.
"Anytime. Next time, I'm not losing."
Tenra gave a crooked smile, said nothing more, and slipped out the door.
This Rating Game hadn't just been a duel between Sairaorg and Tenra. It was a power play—Great King Faction versus Maou Faction, House Bael versus the rest. Sairaorg, as Bael's heir, would face trouble for losing. But neither man mentioned it. Unspoken understanding passed between them.
After everything they'd survived, a little political fallout meant nothing.
Tenra stepped into the corridor. Rias, Akeno, Yubelluna, and the rest waited outside, along with Sairaorg's peerage.
"Lord Tenra."
Kuisha Abaddon led Sairaorg's peerage in a respectful bow.
Tenra had beaten their King. Yet there was no anger—only gratitude and respect.
For the first time, even his own peerage had seen Sairaorg smile like that.
"Sairaorg's awake. You should go see him."
Tenra nodded, smiling.
Without further words, the peerage bowed again and slipped into the room.
"Let's go, Rias. Time to head back."
"Is Sairaorg alright?"
"Guy's tough as nails. He'll be up in a few days."
With nothing left to do, Tenra and the girls started down the hall. But a group approached from the other end—two striking women at the front, one of them immediately familiar.
Tall, elegant, blue hair falling like silk—Seekvaira Agares, next head of House Agares.
"Long time no see, Miss Seekvaira," Tenra greeted, stopping.
"Long time no see, Tenra Kamiyo. Rias," Seekvaira replied, lips curled in a smile, gaze fixed on Tenra.
"I watched your fight with Sairaorg. It was spectacular."
"You flatter me," Tenra said, brushing it off. "It was nothing special."
"No need for modesty. Even the Clan Heads and Maou praised your match. From now on, no one in the Underworld will ever question your strength—or Sairaorg's."
Seekvaira's tone was serious. Tenra just smiled, unbothered.
"Who's your friend, Seekvaira? She's been staring at me since we got here. Aren't you going to introduce us?"
Tenra's gaze shifted to the woman beside Seekvaira.
She was stunning—long, wavy cherry-pink hair, two black devil horns curving from her head. Her dress was cut high, revealing pale skin and curves that radiated mature allure. Even Tenra, who'd seen more beauties than most, had to admit—she was in a league with Rias and the others.
...
Tenra waited for Seekvaira to introduce her. But Seekvaira looked awkward; Rias and the girls blushed, visibly embarrassed.
"You don't recognize me?"
The woman's eyes danced with amusement, not a hint of offense—just curiosity.
"Should I?"
Does she think she's that famous? Tenra wondered, a little put out.
"Hehehehe..."
She covered her lips, laughter low and seductive. Rias, mortified, finally broke in.
"This is Lady Roygun Belphegor, current head of House Belphegor."
"Lady Roygun is both brilliant and beautiful. In the High-Class Devil rankings, she's second only to Emperor Diehauser Belial. She's one of the few women in the Underworld who can stand alongside Lady Serafall and Grayfia."
Rias introduced her, then shot Roygun an apologetic look.
"Forgive him, Lady Roygun. Tenra never pays attention to these things. He means no disrespect."
Not recognizing such a big name—Rias and the girls looked ready to sink into the floor. She pinched Tenra's side, giving him a warning glare.
"Ahem. Sorry, Lady Roygun. I'll remember you next time," Tenra said, face heating up.
"Hehehehe... Don't worry. I'm not offended."
Her eyes sparkled. Roygun Belphegor lifted Tenra's chin with a single, elegant finger.
"On the contrary, I find you very interesting."
Then, with a smile that could melt steel—
"Tenra Kamiyo, be my man!"
Be my man... be my man... be my man...
The hallway froze, everyone stunned into silence.
Tenra was first to react, eyes wide as saucers.
"HUH?!?!?!"
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