The afternoon bell rang, signaling the end of classes, and Satoru found himself leaning against the brick pillars of the school gate, watching the steady stream of students flood out into the sunlight.
Even after adjusting to it, the demographics of Kouh Academy still felt absurd.
A one-to-ten male-to-female ratio meant the campus was practically overflowing with girls at every turn.
It was a bizarre, surreal sort of paradise—the kind of environment where a guy with his newfound demonic allure and god-like physical traits could practically walk up to anyone, flash a smile, and have them in his bed by nightfall.
Yet, for all the endless options surrounding him, the average student held little appeal; his tastes had already gravitated toward a much more unhinged, high-stakes variety.
A familiar cluster of voices drew his attention.
"You two are still walking like you can't feel your legs," Aika giggled, casting a sly glance back at her friends.
"S-Shut up, Aika!" Murayama hissed, her face burning instantly as her thighs trembled. "You were screaming louder than both of us combined!"
"I don't know how I'm going to survive homework tonight,"
Katase whimpered softly, adjusting her bag while her gaze darted nervously around the courtyard.
"Every time I close my eyes, I just feel him..."
"Speak of the devil," Aika whispered, her eyes locking onto Satoru leaning against the pillar.
Aika Kiryuu was walking past the gates, flanked by her two inseparable companions.
Murayama and Katase were chatting quietly, but the moment their eyes locked onto Satoru, twin blushes violently stained their cheeks.
The raw, memory-searing echoes of their depraved, multi-day sex marathons rushed back into their minds, leaving them flustered and hyper-aware of every step.
Satoru grinned, pushing off the pillar as they drew closer.
With a subtle flick of his wrist, he slid a crisp, folded summoning paper directly into Aika's hand as she passed, offering a lazy, knowing wave.
"...S-Satoru-kun?"
Aika's fingers curled tightly around the paper, her breath hitching as she looked up at him through flushed cheeks.
The slip of paper wasn't for an immediate rendezvous—that slot was already spoken for by Akeno's client later today.
Satoru smirked, leaning down close to her ear. "Use it when the three of you are locked in for your sleepover. I'll drop by into your room."
"S-Sleepover...?" Katase squeaked, her face turning crimson as she clutched Murayama's arm. "You mean... all three of us at once?"
"Unless you're planning on running away?" Satoru teased softly, his eyes locking onto Murayama.
"N-No way!" Murayama blurted out, before quickly burying her red face in her hands. "I mean... we'll be waiting. Just... don't make us wait too long."
"Good girls," Satoru purred. "Now go on home before you ruin your skirts right out here in public."
A four-way session with all three of them was definitely on the horizon, and organizing it through a summoning circle would keep things delightfully streamlined.
As the trio hurried off, desperately trying to hide their heavy breathing and trembling legs.
Satoru turned his gaze toward the horizon. First came Akeno's dominatrix escapades, and then, another day a very entertaining sleepover awaited.
Satoru stood near the gates, casually scrolling through his phone and watching some weird-ass reels filled with absurd trivia.
The first one detailed the bizarre history of the vibrator.
Explaining how doctors in the Victorian era invented the first mechanical sex toy specifically to treat women diagnosed with "female hysteria" by forcibly bringing them to screaming climaxes.
The second video claimed that human saliva contained a natural painkiller six times more powerful than morphine, cheekily adding that it was the real reason guys spit on a girl's tight, dripping pussy before brutally fucking her deep.
Satoru chuckled softly to himself, staring at his phone screen. "Morphine in saliva, huh? No wonder they like it so much when I spit on it..."
He continued his mind-numbing doomscrolling, casually killing time until a familiar, intoxicating scent drifted toward him.
"You know, reading filth like that out in the open is practically an invitation~,"
Akeno's soft, sultry voice purred from behind him as she wrapped her soft arms around his shoulders, her massive heavy breasts pressing firmly against his back.
"You could have just waited at the Occult Research Club, you know~?" she added, her breath warm against his neck.
Satoru smiled, shoving his elbow backward directly between her full mounds, brazenly squeezing and groping her soft cleavage with his arm as he offered a lazy, playful smile.
"Yeah, well, I had a few things to take care of out here first. So? Where are we going today?"
"Ahnn~... So impatient," Akeno giggled softly, leaning her cheek against his shoulder while his elbow dug deeper into her cleavage. "Patience, Satoru-kun. For now, we wait... I have a whole afternoon planned just for the two of us."
"A date?" Satoru raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I thought we were here for devil work."
"Fufufu~ Who says a devil can't enjoy a little reward before duty calls?" Akeno whispered wickedly into his ear.
Akeno dragged him along for what was clearly a meticulously planned date, her dark violet eyes practically glowing with uninhibited excitement.
Given that the Occult Research Club was filled entirely with women and she held zero romantic interest in normal human boys, this was certainly her very first genuine date with anyone.
With a subtle flick of her wrist, she used her demonic magic to dissolve her Kouh Academy uniform.
Transforming her attire into a stunning black-and-white dress that fell just down to her knees.
Akeno twirled around, the black-and-white low-cut dress spinning with her. "Well? How do I look, Satoru-kun?"
"Like you're trying to get every man in a five-mile radius arrested," Satoru replied, his eyes tracing the deep, bouncing expanse of her chest.
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She looked breathtaking.
On anyone else, the outfit might have appeared relatively modest, but with Akeno's explosive, voluptuous curves, looking tame in any clothing was a physical impossibility.
The dress cut dangerously low across her chest, barely covering the bare minimum above her nipples and exposing a deep, suffocating expanse of soft, pale cleavage.
With every single step she took, her massive breasts bounced and swayed violently against the fabric.
It was a spectacle that would have instantly drawn every male eye in a hundred-yard radius, leaving a trail of broken necks and lustful stares as guys mentally stripped her naked on the spot.
However, Akeno had already cast a seamless perception manipulation spell around the two of them.
"Ara ara~ But the only eyes I care about right now are yours," Akeno giggled.
Murmuring with a sly smile that she wanted to enjoy her quality time with him without annoying humans interrupting them with their filthy, gawking stares.
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