Splash... splash...
In the sprawling luxury of the bath, water echoed against marble as Tenra lost himself in the embrace of his familiar—Queen Undine. Not just one, but three: two duplicates lounged at his sides, while the true Queen pressed close, their lips locked in a slow, intoxicating kiss.
Undines were quiet spirits, shy by nature. The Queen was no exception. Unless summoned, she rarely revealed herself—and even then, only when Tenra was alone. He valued her deeply; made time for her, not just to strengthen their bond, but, well... to get intimately acquainted.
"Tenra."
A shimmer of magic flickered across the air. Rias's projection materialized, her voice gentle but businesslike.
"What is it, Rias?"
Tenra released the blushing Queen, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, and turned to the image.
"My familiar just sent me video footage—about those 'heroes' who've popped up in town lately. Turns out, they're people we know. You should take a look."
Rias didn't comment on Tenra's current company—she'd seen it all before. She simply sent over the file.
"Those 'Oppai Heroes'? I'll check it out," Tenra replied, curiosity piqued.
Rias's image blinked out. Tenra didn't open the file immediately. Instead, he stroked Queen Undine's cheek, her face nestled against his chest.
"You know what to do, right? Like Ravel and the others."
Queen Undine's cheeks burned red, but she understood perfectly. She knew her master's moods and desires better than anyone.
The true Queen slipped beneath the water, beginning her special service. Tenra's eyes drifted shut, a look of bliss on his face. He gestured for one of the duplicates to open the video.
Onscreen: Motohama, Matsuda, and Issei Hyoudou battling a Stray Devil. Tenra watched, not surprised—if anything, he seemed amused.
He'd guessed the truth the moment he heard about the "Oppai Heroes." In this world, only one person was destined for so many breast-related miracles—the original protagonist.
What did surprise him, just a little, was that even after losing his Sacred Gear and his girls, Issei had still awakened Oppai Power, blessed by the Breast God herself. Fate had inertia, Tenra mused.
Still, it was only a mild curiosity. Tenra felt no threat. Issei's so-called Oppai Power looked flashy, sure, but it was only good for knocking around a few Stray Devils. If Tenra wanted, he could erase Issei with a flick of his finger.
But Tenra wasn't the sort to pick fights for fun. If Issei and his two idiot friends wanted to play heroes, let them. As long as they didn't cross him, he couldn't care less.
He closed the video and settled back, letting pleasure wash over him.
Time passed. Water splashed gently as Queen Undine emerged, having thoroughly drained her master's desire.
"Well done, Undine."
Tenra caressed her beautiful face, voice warm with praise. Her technique was still a little clumsy, but Tenra was more than satisfied.
It wasn't about skill—it was about her nature. As Queen of the water spirits, Undine could merge with water itself, offering Tenra sensations Ravel and Yubelluna could never hope to match. It was a pleasure both unique and addictive.
Undine gazed at him, eyes full of adoration. Tenra was about to pull her close again when a knock sounded at the door.
The duplicates dissolved like ripples, while the true Queen became a soft glow, melding into Tenra's skin.
Tenra frowned. Who would come at this hour? If it was Ravel and her crew, he'd make them pay for interrupting.
"Come in," he called.
The door opened. Two girls stepped inside, both visibly nervous.
Tenra blinked in surprise.
"Xenovia? Irina?!"
He hadn't expected them. Not tonight.
Xenovia wore bold, provocative lingerie—her athletic body, honed by years of training, gave her the look of a wild, proud she-wolf, radiating a raw, untamed allure. Irina, by contrast, was dressed more modestly, her chosen lingerie accentuating her gentle beauty, making her seem all the more vulnerable.
Tenra was no saint. Just moments after Queen Undine had satisfied him, his desire flared anew at the sight of these two.
"Both of you—get in."
His voice was low, commanding, breath quickening.
"Holy Master," Xenovia replied, calm and direct.
"T-Tenra-san..." Irina stammered, cheeks aflame.
Xenovia didn't hesitate—she slipped into the bath with practiced ease. Irina lingered, awkward and shy, before finally joining.
"Tell me—why are you here?"
Tenra's lips curled into a sly smile as he pulled them close, eager for their answer—even if he already suspected.
"Holy Master, I've been thinking a lot lately. I've set myself a dream—a goal. It's the meaning of my life from now on."
Though Tenra allowed her to use his name among others, in moments like these, Xenovia always reverted to "Holy Master." To her, Tenra was her master, her god, her everything.
"Oh? Let's hear it," Tenra said, genuinely interested.
"My sword is your sword. My life belongs to you."
"So—I want to dedicate everything to you, Holy Master. I... I want to bear your children!"
Her words echoed through the bath, her heroic face painted with a blush she couldn't hide. Even for someone as bold as Xenovia, saying it aloud made her flustered.
After all, her dream—her goal—was to bear Tenra's children.
Shameless? Maybe. But Tenra couldn't help but laugh, delighted.
"Xenovia, as your master, I accept your dream."
"Make it the meaning of your life. Never give up on it—ever."
He brushed a hand along her cheek, smile warm and encouraging.
His follower had set herself such a noble, if unconventional, goal. As her master, how could he not support her?
"Yes, Holy Master!"
Xenovia's eyes shone with joy, her resolve clear.
From now on, this was her life's purpose.
Satisfied, Tenra turned to Irina, anticipation in his gaze...
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