Chapter 106: Six and Nine
While using various parts of Rias's body - her beautiful legs, jade-like hands, ample breasts, crimson hair - to rub against little Haruto, he explained what had happened the previous night.
This included the mountain ogre and the fallen angel Raynare, as well as his own devil form.
Haruto intended to recruit Yuuma as a subordinate. Though her personality was somewhat problematic, her abilities were genuinely useful.
By preventing her from committing evil deeds and properly training her, she could become a trustworthy assistant.
As for the matters concerning the mountain ogre and fallen angel, Rias paid them no mind.
The mountain ogre was a target for extermination, and she naturally knew the relevant information. That Haruto could easily defeat such opponents was well within her expectations.
Regarding the fallen angel... As the administrator of Kuoh Town, how could she not know when members of other factions entered her territory?
Not only did she know about the fallen angel faction's presence, but she also knew they seemed to be plotting something.
However, since it didn't affect ordinary people and had no connection to her or those around her, she had never bothered to intervene - one could say she was letting them be.
Compared to these matters, Haruto's devil form fascinated her more.
After having Haruto manifest his devil form, Rias stroked the jet-black expansive wings for a while, then curiously grabbed hold of his whip-like powerful tail.
"If not for your lack of devil horns, I would have thought you were a remnant of the ancient devils."
"Ancient devils?"
Haruto was completely baffled - where had this term he'd never heard before suddenly come from?
The crimson-haired, buxom devils young mistress coordinated with Haruto's movements, assuming various lewd positions while using every inch of her skin to soothe the dragon.
Between bouts of soft moans, Rias intermittently explained about the ancient devils and the changes in magical energy.
While little Haruto kept busy, Haruto himself wasn't idle either, carefully absorbing the knowledge Rias was imparting.
The so-called ancient devils, as the name implied, were the most ancient batch of devils, tracing their origins back to the world's formation.
At that time, there were no distinctions like devil race, god race, human race, or dragon race.
The world was simply divided into three major factions: the hell devils, the celestial gods, and the human world alliance.
Reconciliation between the three powers was impossible, especially between devils and gods, who were almost constantly at war.
No race, no matter how powerful, could withstand such continuous internal consumption from endless warfare, leading to the emergence of various methods to replenish military resources.
Thus were the devil race and angels born.
Time is the most powerful force. No one knows how long had passed, nor from which war it began, but the heavenly gods and devils eventually perished, and the human realm alliance collapsed as well.
As the devil clan and god clans rose to power, they also inherited the grudges of their predecessors. However, with the strengthening of other races in the human realm—particularly the dragon tribe—both sides tacitly ceased hostilities after the great war ten thousand years ago.
While it's said that scarcely any of the seventy-two pure-blood devil families remain, the truth is that pure-blood devil families are nearly extinct. True devils had long since vanished without a trace.
The cessation of war between the divine and devil realms was partly due to the cautionary tale of the devils and heavenly gods.
Rias is the next head of the Gremory family, so her bloodline is undoubtedly as pure as it gets. Yet aside from a pair of devil wings, she possesses no other demonic features.
In other words, Rias only exhibits 33.3% demonic appearance, yet she is a pure-blood devil.
Haruto had an additional jet-black tail compared to Rias, and his wings more closely resembled those of a devil.
However, he lacked horns, and his wings were merely similar—not identical to the ferocious wings of ancient devils.
Rias speculated that Haruto might have originally possessed an extremely trace amount of ancient devil bloodline—no, it couldn't be called a bloodline, at most just genes.
Were it not for the influence of the Evil Pieces, this would never have awakened in his lifetime.
Haruto neither confirmed nor denied this. He knew it had nothing to do with the Evil Pieces; even if external forces were involved, the credit belonged to his dual cultivation ability.
Still, there was no need to elaborate further. It was enough to know this wasn't a bad thing.
While ancient devils or their descendants might be monitored to prevent another great war, merely carrying some of their genes could actually earn favor among many devil clans.
After all, this could be considered a noble lineage. Though hybridized, it might not necessarily be inferior to today's pure-blood devils in terms of bloodline.
Setting aside Haruto's suspected genetic inheritance from his overseas parents, the key issue was the relationship between qi and magical power.
After breaking through to A-rank, if one cultivated both martial arts and magic simultaneously, once one aspect reached A-rank, the other would gradually break through as well, driven by the evolution of life essence.
However, compared to active breakthroughs, this process would be somewhat prolonged.
Simply put, even without intermediate mana extraction, Haruto would slowly become a mid-tier magician—it would just take longer.
As Rias finished speaking, the dragon felt it was about time. Haruto lay down, placing Rias on top of him, though the two were positioned upside-down relative to each other.
The shift in position was a deliberate act of intimacy, a prelude to the worship he intended to bestow upon her. His hands, large and warm, slid from her waist down to the gentle swell of her hips, holding her firmly in place as he brought his face closer to her most sacred, hidden place.
He parted her pale, jade-like thighs and began kissing and licking her quivering pink valley. Rias lay over Haruto's thighs, her full, round breasts flattened against him.
A sharp, shuddering gasp escaped Rias's lips the moment his hot, wet tongue made contact. Her back arched, pressing her chest more firmly against the hard muscles of his thighs. The sensation was electric, a direct line of pure, undiluted pleasure that made her toes curl and her fingers dig into the bedding.
As her delicate valley was serviced by tongue, the maiden's body stiffened before going limp against Haruto. Her cherry lips parted, slowly swallowing the throbbing crimson dragon.
The sight of her taking him into her mouth, her beautiful amethyst eyes glazed with a mix of determination and bliss, sent a jolt of raw lust straight through Haruto. He could feel the tight, wet heat of her mouth beginning to drive him mad.
"Mmh... nn... mmm..."
Her muffled sounds of effort and pleasure were a symphony to him, each one encouraging him to delve deeper with his own tongue, to taste more of her sweet essence.
Even with her small mouth stretched to its limit, two-thirds remained outside once the burning dragon head reached her throat.
He could feel the constricting muscles of her throat fluttering against the very tip, a maddening, tantalizing sensation that promised unimaginable ecstasy if she could only take him deeper.
For her to swallow all of Haruto, unless Rias learned deep throating, it would be impossible.
The thought of her learning, of practicing until she could take every last inch of him, made his hips twitch with a need he barely contained. For now, the sight of her valiant struggle was more than enough to push him toward the edge.
Serving each other in this manner, Haruto felt her flower passage begin to tremble, streams of nectar shooting from the maiden's body. No longer restraining himself, he let go.
Her climax was a violent, beautiful thing. He drank deeply as her inner walls convulsed around his tongue, her juices flowing freely, a testament to the pleasure he was giving her. It was this surrender that broke the last of his control.
He gently thrust his hips, pressing against the soft little tongue as he began to release the thick essence he had stored up for a day and a night.
A low, guttural groan rumbled in his chest as the first powerful surge erupted from him. It was hot and thick, a torrent of his pent-up desire finally finding its release deep within her throat.
With her delicate mouth blocked by the dragon, Rias could only try to swallow the hot, sticky white fluid, but Haruto had far too much—she couldn't manage to swallow it all in time.
The sheer volume of his cum was overwhelming, flooding her mouth faster than she could gulp it down. It was a visceral, primal marking, and the sensation of being so utterly filled by him sent another, smaller shudder of pleasure through her spent body.
The overflowing essence made the girl cough repeatedly, her delicate cheeks puffing up high. The excess that she couldn't swallow in time kept trickling from the corners of her mouth, and some even slowly dripped from beneath her dainty nose.
The sight was one of utter debauchery. Her beautiful face, glazed with his pearlescent release, was a masterpiece of carnal indulgence. Haruto watched, mesmerized, as a single, thick drop clung to the tip of her nose before falling.
After they both reached their peak, Haruto held Rias in the bathroom, lingering affectionately for a while longer. Then, they washed away the remaining traces, finally concluding this master-servant activity.
He held her close, his lips gently nuzzling her hair as their breathing slowly returned to normal. The steam in the room clung to their sated bodies, a warm, private cocoon before they had to face the world again.
When the two stepped out of the bathroom, both Akeno and Koneko had flushed faces, their resentful gazes repeatedly sweeping over Haruto and Rias.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex and steam, an unmistakable aroma that told the two waiting girls everything they needed to know. Akeno's usual playful smile was strained, while Koneko's typically impassive face was painted a bright, telling pink.
The bathroom's soundproofing wasn't great, and Rias, lost in the throes of passion, couldn't hold back her voice. Those soul-stirring, lingering moans made the two outside involuntarily clench their legs, their flower valleys growing moist.
The bathroom's soundproofing wasn't great, and Rias, lost in the throes of passion, couldn't hold back her voice. Those soul-stirring, lingering moans and the wet, slapping sounds of their intimate union made the two outside involuntarily clench their legs, their own flower valleys growing hot and moist with envy.
Each cry and gasp from their President had been a tiny torture, painting vivid, unwanted images in their minds and awakening a deep, aching emptiness within them.
Forcibly ignoring their expressions, Rias said calmly, "Alright, it's your turn to wash up. We have class soon."
She held her head high, though a fresh blush crept up her neck, betraying her embarrassment at being so clearly heard.
"Ara ara, it's all because you two took so long inside…"
Akeno's voice was a silken purr, laden with unspoken implications and a hint of genuine frustration. Her gaze lingered on Haruto, a clear, hungry promise in her eyes.
Rias shot a glare at Akeno, who was muttering under her breath. "Hurry up and go!"
The command was sharp, a desperate attempt to regain control of a situation that had spiraled into deeply personal territory.
"Yes, yes, my dear President~"
Akeno giggled, the sound like tinkling bells, as she gracefully stood, making sure to brush past Haruto in a way that was anything but accidental.
…
"Haruto, this is a uniform tailored to your measurements. We couldn't give it to you before since you couldn't spread your wings, but now it's perfect."
After putting on a fresh uniform herself, Rias took two brand-new boys' uniforms from the wardrobe.
Having already been completely open with each other, there was no need for shyness. Haruto pulled off the towel around his waist and put the uniform on directly.
He stood in front of the mirror to check his reflection. Hmm… aside from being unaccustomed to going commando, the size seemed a bit tight as well.
Rias noticed this too and came over curiously to compare.
"Huh, Haruto, you've grown taller recently. This was tailored based on your measurements before summer break. It looks like we'll need to get a few more sets made."
Haruto was taken aback. He was very particular about his height and had just measured it the day before yesterday—it hadn't changed at all…
Glancing at Rias, who was tall and slender, he was surprised to find that they were almost the same height now.
Rias was 172 cm, while Haruto was only 170 cm—a mere two-centimeter difference. But due to gender differences, Rias had always appeared taller at a glance.
After a moment's thought, Haruto roughly understood the reason.
Just like his talents and devil true form, his original height and build had been suppressed by the Cuckold Protagonist Template and couldn't change.
After breaking through to A-rank, he could finally continue growing, taking another step closer to shaking off his cuckold fate.