"Irina, what about you? What's your purpose?"
Tenra's gaze lingered on Irina, who was blushing so fiercely she looked ready to melt. Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to answer.
"I—I want to dedicate everything to you, Tenra-san. To my Lord!"
Her cheeks burned, but she summoned all her courage.
Tenra grinned, not letting her off so easily. "Haven't you already given me everything?"
Irina could barely breathe, his hands trailing slowly over her body. Her heart thudded against her ribs, and she couldn't meet his hungry, possessive gaze.
"But... but Tenra-san still hasn't done that with me..."
She swallowed hard, glancing away. "You've already been with Rias, Yubelluna, and Xenovia... I don't want to lose to them."
"I... I want it too!"
Embarrassment nearly overwhelmed her, but when it mattered, Irina never backed down. She lifted her head, meeting Tenra's eyes—hers shining with love and fierce resolve.
She didn't want to fall behind Rias and the others. She wanted to give herself completely to Tenra, to her Lord.
Tenra's heart thumped, masculine pride surging. What a devoted believer. What a beautiful girl.
"Irina, I've heard your resolve..."
He leaned close, whispering in her ear with a wicked smile.
Rising to his feet, Tenra summoned a swirl of energy, evaporating every drop of water from their bodies. Then, with Irina and Xenovia in his arms, he strode into his bedroom.
Irina squeezed her eyes shut, nerves and anticipation written all over her face—ready to accept whatever came next. Even Xenovia, usually so bold, was blushing deeply.
"H-Holy Master, I don't know how to serve you yet. I don't even know what to do to have children. Please... please use me as you wish!"
Xenovia's voice quivered. She squeezed her eyes shut, trembling.
No sane man could refuse such an invitation. Tenra felt his desire surge, nearly overwhelming.
"Xenovia, trust me. You'll learn soon enough..."
He brushed her cheek, licking his lips, then growled low and pounced.
Two perfect feasts, ready to savor.
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BOOM!
A blinding flash. Turbulent air. Seekvaira screamed as she crashed to earth, battered and bleeding.
A streak of black lightning shot down, revealing Diodora—his body wreathed in dark, serpentine energy.
"Cough... cough... What kind of magic is that?"
Seekvaira glared up at him, blood streaking her skin. She'd been evenly matched with him—until he unleashed this twisted power.
"This is my magic. Problem, loser?"
Diodora sneered, cold and mocking.
"Damn it!"
Seekvaira clenched her teeth, frustration burning in her chest. But defeat was defeat. She wouldn't make excuses.
"Seekvaira Agares. You're friends with Tenra Kamiyo, aren't you?"
Diodora's eyes narrowed.
"So what if I am? You think beating me puts you anywhere near him? He crushed you once—you'll never catch up!"
Even wounded, Seekvaira managed a defiant smile.
"Shut up, bitch!"
Diodora's voice rose shrill, almost feral. His face twisted with rage.
"If you're Tenra Kamiyo's friend, you're my enemy!"
"I'll defeat him one day and reclaim everything I've lost. But for now—"
"I'll collect some interest from you!"
His serpentine power crackled, transforming into pitch-black lightning that lashed out at the helpless Seekvaira.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
Morning
Tenra yawned, blinking awake. On either side, Irina and Xenovia clung to him, arms wrapped tight, faces peaceful in sleep.
Last night had been wild—pure, exhilarating joy.
Irina was gentle, pure—a treat to savor slowly, like the first spoonful of ice cream. She was all sweetness, melting into his arms, making him want to protect her, cherish her, never hurt her.
It was her first time; she'd been nervous, letting Tenra guide her through everything—just like Minami had, once upon a time.
Minami, though still the picture of a yamato nadeshiko in daily life, had become surprisingly bold in private, eager to please her master in any way he desired.
Tenra traced a finger along Irina's cheek, smiling. He was certain Irina would be the same, given time. She was earnest, obedient, and eager to learn.
Xenovia, on the other hand, was pure wildness. After a brief moment of shyness, she'd thrown herself into everything, learning quickly, matching Tenra's pace and demands with athletic skill. With her, Tenra didn't need to hold back—he could be as rough and adventurous as he liked.
Most of his energy had gone into Xenovia. If he had to describe it—pure, unrestrained satisfaction.
He remembered her battle uniform, and his blood stirred again.
Yes, he'd decided: next time, he'd bring Irina in too—have both girls put on a show for him in their uniforms.
Both were exhausted from the night before. Tenra slipped free, dressed and washed up, then stepped out of his room.
Normally, Shuriya and Isabella would be training by now, Rias and the others sleeping in, and Grayfia and Venelana preparing breakfast.
But today, to Tenra's shock, Rias and all the girls were already up—gathered in the hall, watching him as he entered.
Cold sweat prickled at his neck.
Come on, I know I was a little wild last night, but did you really have to set up an ambush for me this early?!
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