"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 312: Morning in the Kitchen
"Haah…"
The first light of morning crept through the curtains as Tenra dragged himself out of his bed of tangled limbs, yawning and stretching until his joints popped.
"Rias, Xenovia, Irina—school's today. Come on, time to get up."
He patted the three girls, still wrapped around each other, murmuring in their sleep.
"Mmm… just a little longer…"
"Me too…"
None of them even bothered to open their eyes. After last night's marathon, courtesy of Tenra, there was no way they were getting up anytime soon.
Tenra chuckled, shaking his head. He tucked the blankets around them and slipped out.
From the training grounds, muffled booms echoed. Kalamaina and Shuriya were already at it, running their morning drills. Ever since the fight with Sairaorg's peerage, the girls had spotted their own weaknesses and pushed themselves even harder.
As for Tenra, basic morning exercise was pointless now. Even developing new Sacred Gear abilities was just a matter of mental simulation. So instead of joining the drills, he headed to the kitchen to lend a hand to Mira, Asia, and the others.
"Appreciate it, Mira, Bürent, Asia."
"Tenra-san."
"Lord Tenra."
He greeted them as he walked in—then did a double take.
"Akeno? You're up early?"
Akeno was at the stove, humming as she cooked.
"Ara ara, can't I help too? I'm not always lazy, you know."
"Usually you sleep in."
"Usually, yes. But sometimes I wake up early. Besides, since you didn't bully me last night, I'm feeling extra energetic."
Tenra snorted, amused. So that's how it is—his "mercy" had its perks.
He washed his hands, ready to pitch in. With so many mouths to feed, breakfast was no small feat.
But the atmosphere in the kitchen was… off.
Thanks to a certain someone's perverted tastes, Asia and the others were all in naked aprons. Even Akeno wore nothing but a teasing smile and a scrap of cloth. Every time the girls moved, pale skin flashed, curves bounced, and Tenra's eyes couldn't help but follow.
As if that wasn't enough, Akeno kept sidling up to him, her voice low and sultry.
"Ara ara, Tenra, you're thinking naughty things again."
She leaned close, whispering in his ear, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You started it!" Tenra grumbled, noticing his chopped vegetables were a disaster.
"I didn't do anything. Even Tenra can't accuse me without proof." Akeno pouted, feigning innocence—but her eyes danced with laughter.
The more she played coy, the hotter Tenra's blood ran.
"Akeno, do you know what happens when you rile me up?"
His patience was fraying.
"What happens? I haven't a clue." She blinked, all wide-eyed innocence, pushing him further.
Tenra's smile turned cold. If she wanted to play with fire, he'd make sure she got burned.
"You'll find out soon enough."
He pulled Akeno into his arms, voice dark and promising.
"Mmm… is Tenra going to do something bad to me? But we'll be late for school…" She clung to him, pretending to be worried, even "helpfully" reminding him of the time.
"Heh. Don't worry. We won't be late."
With a wicked grin, Tenra activated his Time Domain, freezing the kitchen in a pocket of slowed time. They could indulge for hours—outside, only minutes would pass.
"Bend over. Now."
He slapped Akeno's perfect rear, voice hard.
"Ooh… Tenra's so mean."
"L-like this?"
Akeno, well-versed in his tastes, feigned embarrassment, then braced her hands on the counter and lifted her hips high.
In that instant, Tenra felt a wicked rush of heat.
"Mira, Bürent, Asia—you too!"
He was nearly shaking with need.
The three girls, blushing but obedient, lined up beside Akeno, presenting four beautiful, distinct curves for Tenra's viewing pleasure.
Magnificent. Divine. Tenra almost wanted to thank the gods—except he was the god now, and these treasures were all his.
He took a deep breath and stepped forward.
And then—
He feasted.
When he was finally spent, Akeno and the others lay sprawled on the kitchen floor, faces flushed, bodies marked by pleasure and sin.
Tenra looked down at the scene—beautiful, decadent, utterly his—and couldn't help but marvel at how far he'd fallen. But did it matter? Maybe depravity suited him.
He dismissed the Time Domain, stretched with satisfaction—only to spot Koneko standing in the doorway, face blank, eyes fixed on him.
"Uh, Koneko-chan, I can explain—"
Caught red-handed, Tenra scrambled for an excuse, but Koneko cut him off:
"Pervert! Hentai! Sex fiend!"
"Tenra-senpai!!!"
Three accusations, rapid-fire. Then Koneko spun on her heel and ran.
Tenra winced, palming his forehead. Great. Now Koneko really thought he was hopeless.
"Hehehe… Tenra, looks like Koneko-chan's jealous."
Akeno, barely able to sit up, shot him a wicked smile.
"I'll handle Koneko. You should worry about yourself first."
Tenra scooped her up, grumbling.
Getting caught was embarrassing, but he wasn't worried. Later, he'd just have to coax Koneko back—or maybe pull her into the fun.
He carried Akeno, Mira, Bürent, and Asia to the bathroom to rest and clean up, then returned to the kitchen to erase the evidence. The ruined breakfast was tossed, and Tenra started fresh, making a new meal for everyone—alone this time.
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