"DXD: Transfer Student"Chapter 200: Thorn Princess!
Back home, Draconis Yi handed the desserts to Koneko.
She didn't say a word, but the way her eyes lit up told him everything.
She picked out a treat and offered it to him, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
"Let's eat together."
"Sure."
They curled up side by side on the sofa, sharing sweets and half-watching TV. When the last bite was gone, Xenovia appeared to drag Koneko off for training.
Xenovia was relentless—her discipline matched Draconis Yi's old intensity. Not that regular workouts did much for him now. Maybe it was time to seek out a new contractor…
After dinner, the whole group gathered in the living room, lounging and chatting. Rias cleared her throat and stepped forward.
"So, there's something we really need to talk about."
She looked more than a little annoyed.
"It's about who gets to be close with Draconis Yi at night!"
Draconis Yi blinked.
"…What brought this on?"
He gave Rias a bemused look. "Is this really up for debate?"
"Just look at Akeno and the others," Rias huffed.
At that moment, Draconis Yi was resting his head on Akeno's lap, with Koneko and Asia snuggled against him like plush toys. Rias, meanwhile, couldn't even find a spot.
Akeno giggled, her tone teasing.
"Ara ara? Maybe you're just too late, Rias. All that homework every night—must be exhausting…"
She was enjoying herself, and Draconis Yi could hear the mischief in her voice.
Rias wasn't about to back down.
"Akeno, I assigned you club work, remember? Isn't it a bit much to slack off with Draconis Yi when you haven't finished your tasks?"
Akeno smiled sweetly but didn't budge.
"Those tasks take an hour, tops. Even as vice-president, I can't babysit paperwork all day."
She leaned in, voice soft but firm.
"When it comes to keeping the bloodline going, I can't afford to be indifferent."
Xenovia strode in, stripping off her sweat-soaked clothes without a hint of shame. She marched up to Draconis Yi, meeting Rias's glare head-on.
Rias's mouth twitched.
"What are you doing? Trying to get a head start?"
"I'm just hot."
Draconis Yi glanced over—Xenovia's physique was impressive: smooth skin, taut muscle, years of training evident in every line. Of all the girls, she could match him for stamina in a fight.
Rias's expression darkened.
"I'll handle your schedule. Go shower."
"Fine, but I hope we get more… mating time. Devils aren't exactly fertile, you know."
"…I want more time too! But you beat me to it!"
Rias clenched her fists, red demonic energy flickering across her skin. Xenovia's bluntness was impossible to counter.
"Starting today," Rias declared, "only two people can sleep with Draconis Yi each night. No more than that. Everyone takes turns—fair and square!"
She laid down the law as the household's master.
Without rules, these girls would battle for his attention without mercy.
Akeno's eyes sparkled.
"And if Draconis Yi wants a break?"
"Holiday slots roll over!" Rias snapped.
Draconis Yi sighed.
"…Holiday slots, seriously?"
He offered his own opinion, face innocent.
"Honestly, I think I could handle all four of you at once."
The girls turned on him as one.
"No way! You'd get too distracted!"
Distracted, huh. Group cuddling was supposed to be fun…
He pulled Koneko close. "At least Koneko doesn't get involved in all this."
Koneko shot him a look, her silver hair and golden eyes unreadable.
"…That's gross."
Draconis Yi winced.
In the end, Rias sorted out the schedule: tonight, she and Akeno would share a group, with Xenovia and Asia paired up for another night.
And so, Draconis Yi devoted himself to two beautiful, mature women. After a night of passion, the three fell asleep in satisfied embrace…
…
The moon hung low and the wind was restless—a rare, perfect night for trouble.
In the city's most luxurious hotel, a private banquet was underway. Behind closed doors, laughter and conversation drifted faintly down the hall, fading into silence as the corridor stretched on.
Outside, several men in tailored suits stood guard. Their faces were stone-cold, their builds robust, jackets bulging at the hip—concealing deadly weapons.
This was no ordinary security team. Their eyes, sharp and icy, hinted at lives taken.
The elevator doors slid open. Out stepped a stunning woman in a long black evening dress.
She was tall, with flowing black hair and striking dark-red eyes. The dress hugged her figure, amplifying her beauty and icy elegance.
"Who are you?" one guard demanded.
"Sorry, miss, this floor is reserved," another added, hand drifting toward the pistol at his waist. He eyed her warily, glancing at a colleague.
"Anyone call for a hostess?"
"No idea."
The woman paused before them, then bent gracefully, drawing two golden kunai—long and needle-like—from her thigh-high boots.
"I heard there's a certain traitorous bastard here," she said, voice calm as winter steel. The kunai flashed, catching the light.
The guards stiffened. "Assassin!"
But before they could react, she moved—faster than human eyes could follow.
Thud, thud, thud.
The golden kunai struck, each blow precise, piercing throats. The men collapsed, clutching bleeding necks, unable to scream.
The last guard, standing farther back, managed to draw his gun—but his hand trembled.
Staring at the woman in black, memory and fear collided. His throat tightened.
"…Thorn Princess."
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