All eyes were on Kiryuu Aika as she summoned her Sacred Gear. Shadows rippled across her arm, coalescing into the unmistakable form of the Black Dragon Pulse—a pitch-black dragon's limb, wreathed in an eerie, flickering flame.
Sona gasped, unable to hide her delight. "Black Dragon Pulse! That's a Sacred Gear recognized as second only to the Longinus class. I never imagined you'd possess something so rare, Aika. Looks like I hit the jackpot this time." She adjusted her glasses, her composure cracking into genuine excitement.
The Black Dragon Pulse—one fragment of the Five Dragon Kings, Vritra. Black was his color; his form, a serpent coiled in flame. In myth, he could imprison, weaken, and burn with fire that could never be quenched. Each part of his body was sealed into a different Sacred Gear, and now, Aika was the bearer of one.
Even Sona, usually the embodiment of cool rationality, couldn't mask her thrill at gaining such a powerful peerage member.
She turned to Shuo, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Shuo-kun, thank you. You've brought me an incredible talent."
Shuo grinned. "Don't mention it. I'm part of the Student Council, after all. Just—keep this between us, okay? If Rias finds out, she'll throw a fit."
Sona's heart fluttered. Rias had known Shuo first, invited him to the Occult Research Club, yet here he was, putting her first. Maybe, just maybe, she was winning this quiet tug-of-war for his attention.
But Shuo's playful smile faded; he straightened, feigning seriousness. "If you really want to thank me, Sona, how about a lap pillow? I've heard that's how girls show their gratitude—and it makes guys pretty happy."
A hush fell over the room. Every girl stared at him, caught between disbelief and exasperation.
Aika's gaze sharpened, voice dripping with dry amusement. "Shuo-kun, you just want to take advantage of President Sona, don't you? Are you some kind of pervert?"
Shuo shrugged, unrepentant. "Hey, what's wrong with a little lap pillow? It's a great way to get closer. How does that make me a creep?"
He glanced around, adding, "If Sona's not up for it, maybe Tsubasa or Meguri could help out. My girlfriends are always happy to spoil me."
A flush crept up the girls' cheeks, a ripple of bashful excitement passing through the group.
Sona and Tsubaki exchanged stunned looks. "Wait—when did they become your girlfriends? How did I miss that?"
Meguri raised her hand, tongue peeking out in embarrassment. "President, it was yesterday—while you and Rias were chatting, Shuo-kun found us and confessed. We said yes. Sorry, Sona, sorry, Tsubaki!"
Sona slumped, defeated. She'd been competing with Rias for Shuo's affection, only to be blindsided by her own peerage. Tsubaki shot Shuo a wounded look, silently regretting not joining them yesterday.
Sona groaned. "Shuo-kun, you're too much! Aside from Aika and Tsubaki, you've basically stolen all my peerage!"
Shuo laughed. "Don't worry, Sona. Aika's in the mix, too. And you and Tsubaki? You're next on my list—I'm not letting either of you escape."
Aika adjusted her glasses, a blush rising on her cheeks. She gave up trying to play coy. "You're bold, Shuo-kun. I haven't agreed to be your girlfriend yet. But you did save my life, so I suppose I owe you. Guess I'll have to repay you with myself."
Shuo's smile deepened, eyes locking onto hers. "If you're that generous, maybe you can start by granting my wish."
He pulled Aika into his arms, one hand circling her waist, face dipping close. For all her bravado, Aika had little real experience with men, but she knew what was coming.
Before she could protest, Shuo closed the distance, silencing her with a kiss. She melted, surrendering to the moment.
Sona coughed, trying to restore order. "Alright, that's enough—you two aren't alone here." Even Tsubaki looked dazed, cheeks pink.
Shuo broke away, flashing a satisfied grin. "Aika lives up to her reputation. Delicious."
Aika smirked, recovering quickly. "Not bad yourself, Shuo-kun. We'll have to 'communicate' more next time."
The girls blushed, some envious, some scandalized, but all secretly impressed by Aika's shamelessness.
Shuo turned back to Sona, teasing, "So, Sona-chan, about that lap pillow? Or maybe my girlfriends could step in?"
The atmosphere shifted—Meguri and the others eyed their smooth, pale thighs, clearly tempted. Even Tsubaki, usually the picture of restraint, bit her lip in anticipation.
Sona hesitated, glancing at the girls, then finally sat on the sofa and beckoned Shuo over. "If you want to be thanked this way, then let me do it. Come here."
Shuo settled his head into her lap, eyes drifting shut, breathing in her scent.
Heat radiated from Sona's legs; her cheeks burned as she stroked his hair, guiding his head to rest near her stomach. She caressed him gently, fingers threading through his hair.
Shuo inhaled deeply, savoring her fragrance. "Sona, you smell amazing. I could sleep like this forever." He stretched, arms wrapping around her waist.
Sona's blush deepened, but she smiled softly. "If you like it, Shuo-kun, rest as long as you want. When you need it, I'll always be here for you."
The girls watched, torn between envy and admiration. Sona was stealing the spotlight, and they weren't sure whether to pout or cheer.
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