Chapter 36: The Bishop's Weekend Marathon and the Queen's Sweet Nectar
The morning sun filtered through the massive, stained-glass windows of the Gremory estate, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across a bed that looked like it had been the epicenter of a localized magical hurricane.
Lucian Gremory lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. His body felt lighter, completely drained of the toxic, burning fatigue that had plagued him after the battle with Kokabiel. His demonic core hummed with a healthy, vibrant energy. Unfortunately, the physical toll of his "recovery session" with three incredibly demanding, incredibly powerful women had left his muscles feeling like overcooked noodles.
He turned his head. To his left, Rias Gremory was curled against his side, her naked chest pressed against his ribs, her crimson hair a messy halo. To his right, Yubelluna slept with one leg thrown possessively over his thighs, her ample curves barely covered by the tangled silk sheets. At the foot of the bed, Tamamo had reverted to her small fox form, snoring softly while curled into a fluffy golden ball over his shins.
Lucian let out a long, exhausted breath. I survived a Cadre, but I don't know if I'll survive this harem.
As if sensing his wakefulness, Rias stirred. Her blue-green eyes fluttered open, immediately locking onto his. A smug, deeply satisfied smile spread across her lips. "Good morning, my scoundrel," she purred, her voice thick with sleep and lingering lust. She leaned up, completely unbothered by her lack of clothing, and claimed his lips in a slow, deep kiss.
Yubelluna shifted, her orange eyes opening to glare at Rias. "Selfish King," the former Queen muttered, sitting up and letting the sheets fall to her waist, exposing her heavy, perfectly shaped breasts to the cool morning air. "He is fully healed. The emergency sharing protocol is over."
"Agreed," Tamamo chirped, a puff of smoke instantly transforming her from a small fox into her fully mature, hundred-year-old adult form. She knelt on the mattress, her traditional kimono robes hanging dangerously loose, revealing a plunging expanse of pale cleavage and the smooth line of her stomach. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischievous intent. "Master is healthy. Which means it's time for compensation."
Lucian blinked, a feeling of dread washing over him. "Compensation?"
"You made us worry," Rias stated, her tone shifting from lover to absolute monarch. "You nearly died. You pushed your Red Eyes past their limits, and you made me watch you bleed. There is a penalty for causing your King such distress."
"A penalty we have all agreed upon," Yubelluna added, running a manicured finger down Lucian's chest.
"Three dates," Tamamo declared, her nine illusory tails swaying happily. "One day. Three separate dates. You belong to me for the morning, the President for the afternoon, and the Queen for the evening. No arguments, Master. Or we resume the 'healing' until you literally cannot walk."
Lucian looked at the three terrifyingly beautiful women surrounding him. He swallowed hard. "I'll go get dressed."
Morning: The Fox's Illusion
The bustling shopping district of Kuoh was packed with weekend crowds, but Lucian barely noticed the sea of humanity. All his attention was commanded by the woman clinging to his right arm.
Tamamo was a walking hazard to men's cardiovascular health. In her adult form, she projected an aura of mature, devastating sensuality. She had chosen a modern outfit for the date: a tight, emerald-green off-the-shoulder sweater that clung to her massive bust, paired with a short white skirt that showcased her long, pale legs. She used a low-tier illusion spell to hide her nine tails and fox ears from the human populace, but the sheer magnetism of her presence made every man they passed stop and stare.
"Master, look!" Tamamo squealed, pulling him toward a high-end boutique. Her breasts pressed firmly against his bicep, the soft, heavy friction completely intentional. "They have a new line of lingerie! You need to buy me something. Something you want to see me wear tonight."
Lucian felt his face heat up. "Tamamo, it's ten in the morning. We are not starting the day in the lingerie aisle."
"Spoilsport," she pouted, her lower lip jutting out. But she quickly recovered, dragging him to a traditional sweets stall.
The next two hours were a whirlwind of high-energy indulgence. Tamamo forced him to play carnival games, eat dango, and carry an increasing number of shopping bags. Despite her ancient age, her adaptability and curiosity made her act like an overexcited teenager, though her methods of affection were entirely R-rated.
While resting on a park bench, Tamamo bought a single strawberry crepe. Instead of eating it, she took a bite, chewed slowly, and then leaned in, pressing her lips against Lucian's. She forcefully parted his lips with her tongue, passing the sweet, strawberry-flavored cream directly into his mouth.
"Mmm," Tamamo hummed, pulling back with a wicked smirk, a string of saliva connecting their lips. "Tastes much better when I share it with you, Master. You have such a delicious scent today. Is it because you know I belong to you?"
"You're going to give me a heart attack before noon," Lucian coughed, swallowing the sweet treat and trying to ignore the absolute tent in his trousers.
"Good," she giggled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Keep that heart racing for me."
Afternoon: The King's Territory
At precisely 1:00 PM, the atmosphere shifted from playful teasing to aristocratic domination.
Lucian met Rias at a hyper-exclusive, VIP-only cafe in the center of the city. The Gremory Heiress was breathtaking. She wore a tailored crimson dress that hugged her curves flawlessly, the neckline plunging just deep enough to show the tantalizing shadow of her cleavage. A black velvet choker rested against her pale throat, and her crimson hair cascaded down her back like liquid fire.
As Lucian sat down across from her in the private, velvet-lined booth, he noticed the way the male waiters practically tripped over themselves trying not to stare at her. Rias, however, only had eyes for him.
"You look exhausted, Lucian," Rias noted, sipping her Earl Grey tea. Her blue-green eyes danced with amusement. "Did my familiar run you ragged?"
"She has endless stamina," Lucian admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I'm ready for my King."
"Excellent," Rias purred.
This date wasn't about shopping or running around. It was about absolute, undivided attention. Rias commanded the conversation, discussing Underworld politics, the fallout of the Kokabiel incident, and their future strategies. But underneath the formal talk, a completely different game was being played.
Beneath the table, out of sight of the cafe patrons, Rias had slipped off her designer heel. Her silk-stockinged foot slid up Lucian's leg, the soft material brushing against his calf, moving agonizingly slow toward his knee.
Lucian choked on his coffee, his eyes going wide as Rias's toes skillfully traced the inside of his thigh.
"Is the coffee too hot, Lucian?" Rias asked innocently, setting her teacup down and resting her chin on her hands. Her foot inched higher, brushing dangerously close to his crotch.
"It's... perfectly fine, Buchou," Lucian managed to say, his voice an octave lower than usual.
"I'm glad," she whispered, her eyes darkening with possessive heat. "I want you to remember who holds the reins, Lucian. You are my Bishop. The fox can play with you, and the Queen can dote on you. But I am the one who commands you."
She leaned across the table, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in so fast he didn't have time to react. She kissed him hard, right in the middle of the cafe, completely ignoring the gasps from the nearby tables. It was a kiss of pure dominance, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, claiming every inch of his territory.
When she pulled back, she wiped a smudge of lipstick from his chin with her thumb. "The afternoon is mine. And I intend to savor every second."
Interlude: The Trials of the Red Dragon and the Holy Knight
While Lucian was surviving the trial of the Gremory elite, the rest of the peerage was dealing with their own chaotic weekend.
In a public park a few miles away, Issei Hyoudou was currently experiencing a crisis of epic, harem-protagonist proportions.
"Issei! Look at this!" Irina Shidou cheered, running back from an ice cream stand. The reincarnated Angel was wearing a painfully tight sundress that left very little to the imagination. As she crashed into Issei, her impressive chest squished violently against his arm. "I got us matching double-scoops! Thank the Lord for such delicious dairy!"
"Y-Yeah, thank the Lord!" Issei stammered, his Boosted Gear almost manifesting purely out of hormonal instinct.
On his other side, Asia Argento tugged gently at his sleeve. The sweet, innocent Bishop was wearing a modest but incredibly cute floral skirt. "Issei-san... my ice cream is melting. Could you... help me?" She held up her cone, completely unaware that a drop of vanilla ice cream had landed perfectly in the valley of her chest.
Issei stared at the drop. His brain short-circuited. The Holy Mother of Dragons! My childhood friend is pressing her boobs on me, and my sweet little healer is inadvertently begging me to lick ice cream off her cleavage! I'm going to die! I'm going to explode right here!
"I-I'll get a napkin!" Issei yelled, his face beet red as he sprinted toward a nearby restroom, tears of frustration streaming down his face. Why is Lucian so smooth at this?! Teach me, Elegant Prince!
Meanwhile, on the grounds of Kuoh Academy, Yuuto Kiba was experiencing a very different kind of social interaction.
The Knight was dressed in casual clothes, carrying a stack of Occult Research Club flyers. For the first time since he had been reincarnated as a Devil, the heavy, suffocating shadow of the Holy Sword Project was gone from his eyes. He looked relaxed. He looked genuinely happy.
"Excuse me," Kiba said, flashing a brilliant, warm smile to a group of third-year girls sitting by the fountain. "Would you be interested in joining our club?"
The girls froze. The "Prince of Kuoh" was always polite, but he usually carried an icy distance. This new, genuinely radiant smile was devastating.
"Y-Yes!" the campus beauty, a girl with long black hair, stuttered, her face turning crimson as she took the flyer. "W-Whatever you're selling, Kiba-kun! I'll join!"
Several male students walking by glared daggers at the blonde Knight. Damn that pretty boy, they grumbled collectively. He got an upgrade!
Kiba just chuckled, completely oblivious to the trail of broken hearts he was leaving in his wake. He looked up at the sky, feeling the weight of the Sword of Betrayer resting safely in his soul. Thanks, everyone. I think I'm finally going to start living for myself.
Evening: The Queen's Nectar and the Spies
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of purple and gold. The air cooled, but the tension in Lucian's chest only grew hotter. It was time for his final date.
Yubelluna was waiting for him near the entrance of the city's botanical gardens, which had been lit up with thousands of fairy lights for an evening festival. The former Queen of the Phenex peerage had gone all out. She wore a stunning, backless evening gown in a deep, midnight purple that contrasted perfectly with her pale skin. The dress featured a perilous slit up the left leg, and the neckline was so deep it was a miracle of magical engineering that her massive, gravity-defying breasts stayed contained.
"You look breathtaking, Luna," Lucian said, approaching her and offering his arm.
Yubelluna's orange eyes softened, a genuine, deeply affectionate smile gracing her lips. "I wanted to look perfect for my Master. After everything you did for me... taking me in when I lost my power, giving me a place by your side... looking beautiful for you is the least I can do."
Her date was completely different from Tamamo's chaotic energy or Rias's dominating presence. Yubelluna's approach was pure, intoxicating romance laced with heavy, mature sensuality.
They walked arm-in-arm through the glowing gardens. She clung to him, her body heat seeping into his side. They stopped at a small stall selling specialty sparkling cider. Yubelluna bought one glass.
She took a slow sip, her dark lips leaving a perfect imprint on the rim of the glass. She then held it up to Lucian, giving him a slow, incredibly sultry wink. "Drink, Master. From the exact same spot."
Lucian held her gaze, taking the glass and turning it so his lips met the lipstick stain. As he drank, Yubelluna let out a soft, satisfied hum. "An indirect kiss. Though... I much prefer the real thing."
She took his hand and led him away from the main path, navigating through the thick foliage until they reached a massive, ancient weeping willow tree. The fairy lights didn't reach here; they were bathed only in the silver glow of the moonlight.
Yubelluna turned to face him, her expression turning incredibly soft, yet burning with need. She stepped perfectly into his space, her hands coming up to cradle his face.
"I was so scared, Lucian," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, dropping the 'Master' honorific in the private darkness. "When Kokabiel struck you. I felt our soul-link waver. If you had died... I would have followed you to the deepest pits of the abyss."
"I'm not going anywhere, Luna," Lucian murmured, wrapping his arms securely around her narrow waist, pulling her flush against him. He could feel the incredibly soft, heavy weight of her breasts pressing into his chest.
"Prove it," Yubelluna breathed.
She stood on her tiptoes, capturing his lips. This wasn't a playful peck or a dominating claim; it was a kiss of utter devotion and raw, unrestrained passion. Yubelluna parted his lips, her tongue sliding past his teeth to tangle with his. She tasted of sparkling cider and dark, intoxicating magic.
Lucian groaned, his hands sliding down her back, tracing the smooth skin exposed by the backless dress, before resting heavily on the lush curve of her hips. He pulled her tighter, lifting her slightly off the ground. Yubelluna whimpered into his mouth, her legs wrapping instinctively around his thigh, grinding her center against his leg. The friction was maddening. They devoured each other under the willow tree, the kiss deepening, growing wetter and more frantic as the evening heat completely consumed them.
Yubelluna pulled back just enough to gasp for air, a thick string of saliva connecting them. Her eyes were glazed with lust. "Master... please... take me back to your room. I want to give you all of me tonight."
Before Lucian could agree to a completely R-rated conclusion to the night, a loud SNAP echoed from the bushes a few yards away.
Lucian's Red Eyes flared to life automatically, piercing the darkness.
Crouching in the rhododendron bushes, completely failing to be stealthy, were Rias Gremory and Tamamo.
Rias was crushing a thick branch in her bare hands, her aura leaking into the air, turning the nearby flowers to ash. Her face was a mask of absolute, terrifying jealousy. "That shameless Queen! Doing such indecent things to my Bishop in a public park!"
"She's monopolizing him!" Tamamo hissed, her nine illusory tails flaring up behind her. "She's pressing her chest on him way too hard! Master's face is completely buried in her cleavage! I call a foul!"
Lucian let out a long, long sigh, resting his forehead against Yubelluna's collarbone. "I knew it was too good to be true."
Yubelluna merely smirked, burying her face in Lucian's neck and intentionally leaving a dark hickey right over his pulse point, staring directly at the bushes as she did it. Checkmate, King.
The Lightning Priestess in the Moonlight
The date was prematurely ended by the "Secret Gremory Surveillance Squad," and Lucian found himself walking back to the Academy dorms alone while Rias and Yubelluna engaged in a fierce, magical staring contest back at the mansion.
The night air was cool, and Lucian was genuinely looking forward to collapsing into his own bed for a few hours of uninterrupted, solitary sleep.
He walked onto the school grounds, the massive clock tower looming in the distance. The courtyard was still cracked and broken from the battle, a grim reminder of how close they had all come to death.
"You look like a man who survived a war, only to lose the battle of the heart," a sultry voice echoed from the shadows.
Lucian stopped. Leaning against a pristine, un-shattered marble pillar of the school entrance was Akeno Himejima. She was wearing her standard school uniform, but the top three buttons were undone, and the moonlight caught the pale swell of her chest perfectly. A faint, violet spark of lightning danced between her fingers.
"Akeno," Lucian sighed, leaning against the pillar opposite her. "Please tell me you weren't hiding in the bushes too."
"Ara, ara. I have much more class than that," Akeno giggled, walking slowly toward him. The scent of ozone and sweet perfume washed over him. She stopped just inches away, looking up at him through her long lashes. "I simply waited for the King and the Queen to exhaust themselves fighting over the pawn... or in your case, the Bishop."
She reached out, her cool fingers lightly tracing the fresh, purple hickey Yubelluna had left on his neck. A tiny spark of electricity jumped from her fingertip to his skin, making him shiver.
"They take such good care of you," Akeno whispered, her tone shifting from teasing to something much more vulnerable. She looked at the courtyard, the memory of the Fallen Angel's attack flashing in her violet eyes. "When you took that hit for Rias... when you pushed your eyes past the limit... I realized something, Lucian-kun."
"What's that?" Lucian asked softly, noticing the rare crack in her sadistic, playful armor.
Akeno looked back at him, her eyes dark and incredibly intense. "I realized that I don't want to lose you. I hate my Fallen Angel blood. I hate the lightning inside me. But if it means protecting you... I'll use every ounce of it."
Lucian reached up, gently grabbing her hand that was resting on his neck. He intertwined his fingers with hers. "Your lightning saved my life out there, Akeno. Don't ever hate it."
Akeno's breath hitched. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, a stark contrast to her usual confident demeanor. She stepped closer, closing the gap entirely. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"You really are a dangerous man, Lucian Gremory," Akeno murmured, her voice vibrating against his chest. She tilted her head up, her lips hovering just millimeters from his. "The King, the Queen, the Fox... they all had their dates today. But don't think you're off the hook."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Lucian whispered, his Red Eyes catching the moonlight.
Akeno smiled, a dangerous, wicked, utterly enchanting smile. "Next weekend, you belong to me. I'm going to show you exactly how a Lightning Priestess shows her affection. And I promise you, Lucian-kun... it's going to be shockingly pleasurable."
She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth, leaving him standing in the moonlight with
his heart racing, thoroughly trapped in the web of the most dangerous women in the Underworld.