Night breezes drifted through the courtyard, carrying the scent of summer as Rias lounged on the stone bench, her head pillowed on Draconis's stomach. Her long hair fluttered softly, catching the moonlight.
Beneath her sheer violet nightgown, her body glimmered—barely concealed, legs pale and perfect, stretched out in lazy invitation.
Draconis worked his fingers over her shoulders, slow and gentle. The world had shrunk to just the two of them, and neither was in a hurry to break the spell.
"Hehe… I don't think I've ever felt this relaxed before," Rias murmured, eyes closed, savoring the rhythm of his hands. "Since coming to the human world, this is the first time I've felt like I can let everything go. Just… not think."
Draconis smiled, his touch steady and careful.
"In the adult world, everything's hard—except gaining weight and losing hair."
Rias laughed, a genuine, delighted sound. "That's… depressingly accurate."
She reached up, fingertips brushing his cheek. "I'm just glad I met you."
She held his gaze for a long moment, then sat up abruptly, swinging a leg over to straddle him.
Her hands settled on his shoulders. She leaned in, lips meeting his, slow and deep.
Tongues tangled, breath mingled. When she finally pulled away, her eyes lingered.
"That's your reward," she whispered.
Draconis grinned. "Is this a reward for me, or for you?"
His teasing made Rias laugh, a little shy, a little bold. "You're getting cheeky with me now."
He traced gentle circles on her thighs, his smile soft. "You dress like this, it's only natural."
Rias caught the meaning, but embarrassment wasn't in her vocabulary. She smiled, voice playful and inviting.
"So, are you ready to ravish me? Go ahead—anything you want, I'll do."
Draconis glanced around. "Here, or in your room?"
"Wherever you like."
"Let's go inside. I'd get embarrassed out here."
He said it deadpan, and Rias burst out laughing.
"You? Embarrassed? I've never seen it."
"I'm just worried the moon might hide behind the clouds, and the stars would blink from embarrassment."
Rias blinked. "…That was terrible."
She shook her head, still laughing. "You really know how to kill a mood."
Draconis stood, scooping her up—arms under her legs, lifting her with ease.
"Let's go."
Rias wrapped herself around him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist, letting him carry her all the way to her lavish bedroom. The bed was huge—big enough for ten, but tonight, it was just for two.
With a flick, Draconis sent the sheer nightgown flying, and with it, a soundproofing barrier shimmered into place.
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The night passed in a blur.
Draconis woke early, sunlight creeping through the curtains. Rias was still asleep, her head on his arm, a smile of perfect contentment on her lips.
He glanced at the bed—once pristine, now a tangled mess.
Last night had been… wild.
He remembered the way she'd welcomed him, how he'd charged in, nerves and anticipation mixing as they crossed that invisible line together. The metaphors danced in his mind—spears, dragons, cherry blossoms falling. Seven charges, seven retreats, armor scattered, blood flowing…
He'd written everything and nothing at all. What needed to happen, happened. Those who know, know.
Careful not to wake her, Draconis slipped his arm free and stretched. Morning training waited, and habits were habits—even if Riser was no longer a threat, he wasn't about to slack off. If anything, his training needed to intensify.
Despite his caution, Rias stirred, blinking awake.
"Up so early?" she mumbled.
"Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Hehe, it's fine."
She sat up, silk sheets sliding away, and Draconis caught sight of the strawberry marks scattered over her skin—mostly on her chest, some on her waist. All his handiwork.
If Akeno or the others saw, his preferences would be out in the open.
Well… he'd just have to be more strategic next time.
Rias noticed his gaze and shot him a mock glare.
"What are you looking at? This is all your fault."
"I'll give you a massage later—promote circulation, fade the marks," he replied, dead serious.
Rias just stared at him, at a loss.
A flicker of magic outside the room—someone was teleporting in. Asia's voice floated through the door.
"Draconis, time for morning training. Are you awake?"
"I'm up," he called back.
"Ah… I forgot about morning training," Rias muttered. Then, louder: "Asia, wait a minute! We'll be right out."
"Um… okay…" Asia's voice was small, a hint of jealousy threading through. "It's fine… yesterday was special, but from now on, Asia wants to join too…"
Draconis: "…"
Rias: "…"
Asia's words were quiet, but there was no way they'd miss them. Both were momentarily speechless.
Draconis rubbed his forehead. "She used to be such a pure little nun. How did she get so… perverted?"
Rias smirked. "You're secretly loving this, aren't you?"
"Not at all," he protested.
But the thought of Asia—cute, blonde, irresistible—softened his expression.
Actually… maybe that wouldn't be so bad.
"You say you're not enjoying this?" Rias teased.
"I just think a little more perverted makes Asia even cuter."
Draconis chuckled, getting dressed quickly, then paused to watch Rias's elegant routine—she picked each outfit slowly, letting him enjoy the show, since he'd chosen most of her clothes.
He couldn't help but muse, "Now I get why people like dress-up games."
"Why's that?"
"Turns out, watching your own woman change is pretty fun."
Rias rolled her eyes. "That's barely an explanation."
They headed out for morning training, then teleported to school to meet up with Akeno and Koneko. When the bell rang, they went to class.
Life, at last, felt peaceful again.
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