Morning sunlight crept across the sheets. Tenra yawned, blinking awake.
The room was a mess—tangled blankets, scattered clothes, lingering traces of last night's debauchery. Raynare, Katerea, Mittelt, and Kalawarner lay entwined around him, bare skin pressed close, their bodies still flush with afterglow.
Thinking back on the chaos, Tenra couldn't help but smile. He'd indulged in the three fallen angels countless times before, but Katerea was something else entirely. Her wildness, that addictive edge—she left him aching, craving more.
"Good morning, Master."
Raynare and Katerea stirred, propping themselves up, shamelessly flaunting their curves in the morning light.
Desire flickered again. Tenra sighed inwardly—damn these wicked women.
"Bite."
He stroked their cheeks, voice low and commanding.
Matching hungry smiles, both women licked their lips and obediently bent down.
The morning air filled with sinful sounds once more.
Eventually, Raynare and Katerea had drained away his fire. Tenra dressed, pulled the two close, and in a flash of light, transported them to the Sancta Diabolus temple.
Neither woman asked questions. They trusted their master's whims.
Soon, the trio entered a grand hall. Dozens of magicians—every one female—stood chained along the walls, their robes rumpled, faces wary.
Back when Tenra had captured Katerea, her loyal mages had been swept up too. Most were handed off to Sirzechs for processing, but the most talented and beautiful among them? Tenra kept those for himself.
His flock was growing. Peerage and familiars alone couldn't handle everything. If he wanted to build his own church, he'd need more hands. That's why he'd kept these women.
Why only the best female magicians? The answer was obvious.
Tools—and playthings.
"Lady Katerea…"
The chained magicians looked up at the sound of footsteps, but when they saw Katerea nestled obediently against Tenra, disbelief rippled through the hall.
No way. Had even proud, powerful Lady Katerea submitted?
"Hmm, you all look healthy enough."
Tenra lifted one woman's chin, examining her features before nodding in approval.
Any of these women would be considered rare beauties outside. Though their time locked away had left them pale and thin, a little care would restore them quickly.
"You bastard! What did you do to Lady Katerea?!"
Shame and anger warred in the woman's voice. Before Tenra could reply, Katerea's palm cracked across her face.
Silence fell. The magician stared in stunned confusion.
She'd only wanted to protect Katerea—why would her mistress strike her?
"Master, should I kill her?"
Katerea's voice was cold, merciless.
"Don't be so harsh, Katerea. Weren't these your loyal subordinates?"
Tenra's tone was almost playful. He turned to the rest, who still gaped in shock.
"You've seen it now—your Lady Katerea has submitted to me."
"So, will you submit as well, or keep resisting?"
At his words, every magician lowered her head.
This man was too strong. Even Katerea had yielded. What choice did they have? Still, surrender didn't come easy.
Tenra's lips curled. He knew exactly what they were thinking. And he had plenty of ways to break them.
But this time, he wouldn't need to lift a finger.
"Katerea, I need their power. Since they're your subordinates, you handle it."
"I don't care how you do it. Turn them into excellent tools—and loyal servants."
He gave the order. Katerea adjusted her glasses, stepped forward, and knelt gracefully before him.
"Yes, my master."
For her ambition and revenge, she'd sold him everything—body and soul. Any command, she'd carry out without hesitation.
Tenra stroked her cheek, smiling. "Do well, Katerea. When you're finished, I'll reward you."
He pulled Raynare close and left the hall.
Katerea rose, eyes sweeping over the chained magicians.
"Consider yourselves honored. You'll become Master's tools."
Cold, wicked, she strode toward them as horror flickered in their eyes…
The first day of school had arrived. After breakfast, Tenra walked to Kuoh Academy with Rias and the girls.
"Hey—did you hear about those 'Perverted Heroes' everyone's talking about?"
"Perverted Heroes? What a gross name. Sounds like a bunch of weirdos."
"No, seriously! They're supposed to be the heroes keeping our town safe. I saw them chase off some thugs last week!"
As they entered the campus, Tenra and the girls overheard students gossiping about the so-called Perverted Heroes.
The name was ridiculous. Rias and her friends frowned, but Tenra just grinned.
Perverted Heroes? What the hell?
Clearly, plenty had happened in Kuoh Town while they'd been away in the Underworld. Still, Tenra and the girls treated it as idle gossip—nothing to worry about.
He sent Rias and Akeno back to class, then took Ravel and Mira to the student council office to handle Ravel's enrollment.
Because she was a bit younger, Ravel was placed in Koneko and Mira's class. After the paperwork and uniform fitting, she officially became a Kuoh Academy student.
"Ravel, go with Koneko and the others to class."
Tenra ruffled her hair, smiling.
Ravel glanced at Tenra, then at Sona. Bright and perceptive, she nodded sweetly.
"Okay, Onii-sama."
Tenra watched Ravel leave with Koneko and the others, then turned to Sona.
Ever since that incident, the student council president had been cold and distant. Some things needed to be cleared up…
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