"Rias-sama! Akeno-sama!"
"Tenra-senpai—finally, you're back!"
"Koneko-chan, Ravel-chan, it's been ages!"
Stepping onto campus again, Tenra and the girls were met with a wave of familiar faces and long-missed enthusiasm. Smiles, hugs, and greetings rippled through the crowd—each one a reminder of the ordinary days they'd left behind.
The last few months had been a blur: battles with the Khaos Brigade, the chaos in the Underworld, the Rating Game matches. Tenra and Rias's group had missed so many classes, he'd lost count.
People living in peace might complain about boredom, but only those who'd tasted loss understood how precious peace really was.
Attending class, daydreaming, sneaking naps, passing notes with Akeno and the others—this simple routine felt like a forgotten luxury. Tenra found himself savoring every second.
After school, in the Kendo Club—
"Ah! Ah!"
"Captain… Master…"
"Ah!"
The club's rest room had become a stage for chaos. Aika Kiryuu, completely naked, straddled Tenra, her body writhing with wild abandon. She cried out, voice tumbling between "Captain" and "Master," her eyes glazed with delirious pleasure.
Watching her, Tenra could only sigh. After all this time away from school, he'd come to check on his club members—only to be mobbed by a crowd of girls desperate for attention. They clung to him, whining about his absence, demanding reassurance. He spent the whole afternoon fielding complaints and soothing wounded pride.
Finally, when he'd managed to settle everyone down and send them home, Aika—who'd been waiting all day—pounced like a starving wolf. Now, here they were.
"Hey, Kiryuu, haven't you had enough? Keep this up and you'll break yourself," Tenra muttered, exasperated.
Aika, tongue lolling, just shook her head. "I don't care. If I break, I break. You left me hanging for so long—I'm taking it all back!"
She was relentless, demanding everything she'd missed, refusing to let up until her body finally gave out. With a shuddering cry, she collapsed, utterly spent.
Tenra stared at her, sprawled and panting, eyes unfocused. How desperate did she have to be to go this far?
He channeled a bit of spiritual energy into her, letting her rest, then asked, "So, how's the club been while I was gone?"
Aika snorted, her tone sour. "Oh, now you care? Why not go check on Rias-senpai and the others instead?"
"Cut the attitude and just tell me," Tenra replied, giving her a firm slap on the rear.
Her cheeks flushed, but there was a hint of enjoyment beneath her pout. "You're such a bully… Fine, I'll talk."
She gave him a rundown: Murayama, Katase, and Aika herself had been leading practice. They weren't on Tenra's level, but mastering ki had turned them into minor experts among ordinary people. They could handle the club just fine.
What surprised Tenra was that a few more girls had learned to use ki as well.
"Looks like everyone's been working hard," he said, a note of pride in his voice.
He knew his members well. Aside from Aika's natural talent and Murayama and Katase's above-average abilities, most of the girls were just average. For them to master ki so quickly, they must have worked their hearts out.
Aika sniffed. "Those girls only did it because they wanted your rewards."
Tenra shot her a look. "Like you were any different?"
Aika blushed, speechless. She'd never cared about kendo—she'd only started training hard to earn her Captain's attention. In the end, she'd become a top-tier fighter and wound up entangled with Tenra in ways she'd never imagined. Thinking about it made her cheeks burn.
"Alright, it's getting late. We should head home," Tenra said, patting her gently.
Aika hesitated, then looked up with pleading eyes. "Captain… can we go one more round?"
"You can still move?" Tenra asked, genuinely impressed.
"Just once. One more time…" She'd recovered enough with Tenra's energy boost, and any pretense of maiden modesty was long gone. If she wanted something, she'd ask for it—boldly, shamelessly.
Tenra couldn't say no. Not to her.
"On all fours. This time, I'm in charge."
Aika grinned, crawling over obediently. "Like this?"
She knelt, limbs splayed, posture shameless as a bitch in heat.
Tenra closed his eyes and sighed. This damn succubus…
They fell together, lost in another storm of passion—her hunger matched by his drive. Time slipped by until dusk painted the sky outside.
When it was finally over, Tenra dressed, glancing at Aika, who lay limp and ruined on the floor.
She's not going anywhere like this.
He snapped his fingers. "Undine."
A swirl of water shimmered in the air, and Queen Undine materialized, her face coloring when she saw Aika's state.
"Clean her up and get her home," Tenra instructed.
"Yes, Master."
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