They headed straight for a high-end shopping mall.
Where Akeno spent the next hour turning the fitting rooms into her personal fashion show, trying on one provocative outfit after another while demanding Satoru's personal approval.
First was a form-fitting, brown sweater-style one-piece dress that clung ruthlessly to her narrow waist and wide hips, perfectly offset by a pair of sheer, black lace thigh-high stockings.
The off-the-shoulder cut left her collarbones bare and teased even more of her upper chest.
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Next was a high-contrast monochrome ensemble: a short-sleeved, crisp white button-down blouse with vertical pleats and an open collar, tightly cinched at the waist.
With a broad, black laced corset that pushed her massive breasts up to her chin, paired with a tiny, fluttering black pleated flare skirt.
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Finally, she tried on a thigh-length maid outfit—a dangerously short,frilly costume that somehow managed to look delightfully cute while still remaining hot enough to make any man's cock throb on sight.
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After thoroughly enjoying displaying her body for him.
Akeno took charge of his wardrobe, handpicking a series of stylish casual outfits for his daily use.
Along with a sharply tailored, expensive formal suit to fit his new station within the Gremory peerage.
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"Why are we carrying ten heavy shopping bags when we both have teleportation circles?" Satoru asked, shifting two large bags to his other hand.
"Because, silly," Akeno laughed, hooking her arm tightly through his. "Carrying bags for a pretty girl is the most essential part of the authentic human date aesthetic! You have to suffer a little to prove your devotion~"
Whether they were normal human girls or high-class devils, the intricate logic running through a woman's brain remained a complete mystery.
"Devotion, huh?" Satoru chuckled. "Remind me who's helping who today?"
"Today, you're all mine," Akeno whispered, pulling him into the cozy restaurant booth.
Eventually, we stopped at a cozy, high-end family restaurant that Akeno frequented whenever she was out in the town.
Since she knew the menu inside and out, I didn't even bother looking at it, leaving the choices entirely up to Akeno-hime's refined taste.
It didn't take long before the intoxicating aroma of freshly prepared duck confit and rich, roasted garlic miso soup wafted over to our booth.
The kitchen staff here was almost comically overqualified for a standard family establishment, turning simple comfort food into something genuinely incredible.
I never thought I'd find myself looking forward to a meal like this, but the smell alone was enough to make my mouth water.
Instead of sitting across from me like a normal dining partner, Akeno slid right into the booth beside me, pressing her voluptuous body tightly against my arm.
She rested her head affectionately on my shoulder, letting out a soft, contented sigh.
For once, she wasn't actively trying to tease me, stroke my thigh, or initiate anything indecent—she was simply relaxing in the quiet warmth of the moment, enjoying being held close.
That peaceful interlude didn't last long, though.
She leaned in closer, shifting her posture just enough to press her massive, soft boobs snugly against my upper arm.
She acted like the contact was entirely innocent and deniable—the kind of subtle brush a girl could easily claim was an accident—but the wicked, heavy glint in her eyes gave her away instantly.
She angled her face up toward me, a playful, challenging smirk gracing her lips.
Satoru looked down at her, a playful, dangerous glint entering his eyes. "Fine, if we're playing this game, don't complain when I win."
With a slow, deliberate movement, I shifted my arm, digging it directly into the soft, creamy give of her tits.
At the exact same moment, I sent a minuscule, razor-thin jolt of Senjutsu pulsing straight through the point of contact.
And that's when it happened.
"Ahhn...!"
A tiny, muffled sound broke through her composure—barely audible, but sharp enough to cut right through the quiet hum of the restaurant.
Akeno let out a breathless, helpless little moan, her back arching slightly into my side.
It was so soft it might have gone completely unnoticed by anyone else, but I heard it loud and clear.
And judging by the sudden, deep flush flooding her cheeks and the way her violet eyes widened in shock, she certainly heard it too.
"Something wrong, Akeno-senpai?" Satoru whispered smoothly into her ear, keeping his arm firmly pressed against her throbbing chest. "You look a little flushed."
"Y-You... dirty little monster..." Akeno panted in a low, trembling whisper, her face red as her violet eyes dilated with raw arousal.
"Sending shockwaves straight into a girl's chest in public... ara ara, what if someone heard me?"
"Then you'd better bite your lip and hold it in," Satoru smirked, sending another microscopic pulse of Senjutsu right through her nipple.
"Nngh~! Satoru-kun... stop, or... or I won't make it to our contract client in one piece..." she whimpered softly, clutching his thigh under the table with white knuckles.
"We'll see~," Satoru chuckled, taking a casual bite of his duck.
That shameless game of teasing, subtle groping, and quiet bickering continued without pause throughout our meal, turning a simple dinner into a high-stakes battle of endurance.
By the time we finally stepped back out into the cool evening air, the tension between us was practically vibrating—until...
...After a few hours of roaming the streets, a magic circle appeared.
The magic circle flared beneath their feet with a low, crimson hum.
Instantly swallowing Satoru and Akeno from the quiet street corner and depositing them in the middle of a dimly lit apartment.
Satoru narrowed his eyes, letting his vision adjust to the room.
The space smelled faintly of expensive perfume but had a homely vibe to it. In the center of the floor, a drop-dead gorgeous woman was kneeling on all fours, her head bowed submissively toward the carpet.
"Welcome~," Akeno purred behind him.
With a subtle crackle of dark demonic energy, her chic date dress dissolved.
Instantly replaced by a tight, skintight black rubber dominatrix outfit that clung ruthlessly to her voluptuous curves.
A long, braided leather whip materialized in her gloved right hand.
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