Teleportation shimmered, and Rias whisked Draconis straight back to his place. She made herself at home with practiced ease, heading for the fridge as if she owned the place. Come to think of it, Draconis's house was basically wide open to any high-class devil who knew how to teleport—especially Rias.
He couldn't help but smile wryly. This wasn't the first time she'd popped in unannounced; by now, it was practically routine.
After a quick drink, Rias reappeared at the bathroom door, already loosening her clothes. "Do you usually use the tub or the shower?"
"Shower today. The tub takes too long—we'll be late."
"Agreed."
Rias finished stripping down and slipped into the bathroom first. "Don't dawdle."
"On my way."
Draconis shed his own clothes and followed, and even though he'd seen her naked before, Rias's figure still stopped him in his tracks. She was sculpted like a work of art—flawless, alluring, impossible to ignore.
Catching his stare, Rias smiled. "Come here. Wash my back."
"Sure."
Draconis stepped forward, a gentle smile on his lips, and began to tend to his mistress. Warm water pooled around them, steam rising. Rias swept her fiery hair forward, and Draconis picked up a bath sponge, working it across her porcelain back. Gradually, a soft blush bloomed on her skin.
"Do you ever feel like I'm putting too much pressure on you?" Rias asked quietly, her back still turned.
Draconis paused, thoughtful. "Why do you say that?"
"You're already doing so well—better than any other devil's servant. But I keep pushing you so hard."
He shrugged, voice calm. "That's not pressure. You have your reasons, and I trust they're for my own good."
Rias gave a small, apologetic laugh. "You think too highly of me. Honestly, I push you because I need to—for myself."
She hesitated, then added, "Sorry. I know I'm impatient."
Draconis fell silent, sensing the weight she carried. He'd suspected for a while that Rias was wrestling with something she wouldn't share. She wanted him stronger—maybe so he could help her with whatever haunted her.
He finished washing her back with gentle care. "You haven't done anything wrong. I'm your servant—you're allowed to command me, demand things of me. And I will get stronger, strong enough to solve all your troubles. Just give me a little more time."
Rias turned around, eyes searching his face. For a moment, she realized: he'd understood her all along.
"Draconis…"
Moved, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. Affection spilled over—she nuzzled his cheek, whispering, "You're so thoughtful… You make my heart flutter."
Her embrace lingered, her voice soft. "If it were you… how perfect that would be…"
If it were me…? So the real problem was someone else—another devil, someone at least as powerful as Rias herself. No wonder she kept urging him to get stronger; whoever threatened her was a force to be reckoned with.
Draconis pressed his lips together. He didn't know the details, but thinking about it wouldn't help. All he could do was grow stronger, fast.
He let her hold him, letting her vent all the emotion she'd kept bottled up.
"President…"
"Call me Rias."
She squeezed him tighter, voice low. "From now on, use my name—just like you do with Akeno and Koneko."
"…Alright, Rias."
Draconis smirked, half-joking. "You might want to let go. If you keep hugging me, I might lose control. Don't blame me—it's just basic male biology."
Rias blinked, then caught on. Feeling the evidence of his reaction, she broke into a dazzling smile.
"Thinking of ravishing me?"
"You should know your own charms. You are, after all, the school's reigning beauty," Draconis murmured.
Rias laughed, cupping his face and pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. "Consider that your reward!"
She squeezed him even tighter, deliberately teasing him, her playful mischief ramping up the tension.
Draconis sighed. "Rias, you're playing with fire."
She giggled, delighted. His reaction was priceless—and suddenly, her mood was lighter, the earlier gloom gone.
She locked eyes with him, her gaze a mix of affection and mischief, voice teasing. "So? What are you going to do about it?"
They stared at each other for a heartbeat. Then Draconis's eyebrow shot up, and he lunged at her without warning.
But Rias was ready, laughing as she dodged, nimble and quick. "Don't run."
"Catch me if you can!"
The bathroom echoed with laughter and splashing water as they chased and teased each other. Rias ducked and weaved, laughing so hard it was infectious. But the space was only so big—soon enough, Draconis caught her.
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Moments later, the teleportation circle glowed, and Rias and Draconis materialized in the club room, right on schedule.
"Good morning, Rias-senpai, Draconis," Koneko and Asia called out, already there.
"Morning, Koneko, Asia," Rias replied, her mood unmistakably bright.
Koneko tilted her head, noticing how cheerful Rias seemed.
Asia, though, was staring at Rias's chest. Right at the edge of that alluring neckline, a faint purplish mark peeked through.
A bruise?
"Um, Rias-senpai, are you hurt? Do you need me to heal you?" Asia asked, voice full of concern.
Rias blinked, glanced down—and for once, actually blushed.
"N-no, it's nothing! I'm not hurt…"
She waved Asia off, flustered and caught between laughter and embarrassment.
Draconis couldn't help but smirk, barely holding back a laugh. Rias shot him a glare.
Asia still looked worried, and Rias was at a loss. She certainly couldn't explain that the marks weren't bruises at all—they were, well… strawberries. Draconis's handiwork.
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