After the engagement ceremony, Tenra and the girls lingered at the Sitri estate for one more day. The following morning, they bid farewell to Duke and Lady Sitri, then boarded the Underworld express back to the human world.
As they stepped out of the underground station, Tenra turned to Sona with a familiar smile.
"Sona, you should move in with us now."
Sona's eyes narrowed, seeing right through him. "No thanks. I have my own place here."
She knew exactly what he was angling for. Sona Sitri didn't hesitate to shut it down.
Tenra blocked her path, gaze steady. "Sona, we're engaged. Isn't it time?"
She instinctively looked away, cheeks faintly pink.
Rias rolled her eyes at Tenra, then joined in. "Just move in, Sona. Otherwise, he'll never leave you alone."
Sona's resolve wavered. "I—I'll think about it…"
Tenra grinned, relentless. "Great! I'll come pick you up in a couple days."
"I said I'd think about it!"
"Thinking about it means yes, doesn't it?"
Sona stared, speechless. When his happiness was on the line, Tenra's shamelessness knew no bounds.
Watching him play dumb, Sona's lips twitched in exasperation.
That night, at the Kamiyo residence—
Steam curled above the bath, where Tenra and Koneko sat entwined, locked in a heated kiss.
"Koneko-chan…"
"Tenra-senpai…"
Their eyes met—soft, dreamy, searching—then they melted together again, greedy for each other's warmth.
Koneko's body was still petite, her skin impossibly smooth, like silk beneath his fingertips. He couldn't truly claim her yet, but Tenra never tired of holding her close, of playing at the edge of restraint.
After a long while, Tenra stroked Koneko's hair, and she nestled against his chest, both savoring the quiet intimacy.
"Koneko-chan, I'm sorry for pushing you so hard during the match."
He nuzzled her forehead, voice gentle.
"Why did Tenra-senpai deliberately provoke me back then?"
Her eyes shimmered, searching his face.
"I wanted to see what you were really capable of. The chance doesn't come often. When you unleashed your power, you didn't disappoint me."
Tenra looked at her as if she were a rare treasure, his words honest.
Even if it lasted only a moment, Koneko had tapped into strength rivaling an Ultimate-Class Devil. That level of power was rare—even in the Underworld, few could match it.
But what mattered more was her potential. She was still young. With proper guidance, she might not reach the realm of the Transcendent, but Maou-Class? That was within reach.
"Tenra-senpai, I'll work even harder so my strength can help you too."
She was earnest, eyes shining with fierce determination.
Tenra smiled. "I know, Koneko-chan. I'm counting on you."
His hands wandered again, teasing her gently.
"E-even if I've forgiven you, Tenra-senpai… you still need to apologize to Nee-sama…"
Her eyes glazed over, body trembling, voice trailing off.
Tenra chuckled. "Don't worry. I'll apologize to Kuroka next."
Unable to hold back, he pressed kisses along Koneko's skin, tasting her sweetness.
Water splashed, soft moans echoed—the bath became a stage for beauty and indulgence, a tableau of innocent desire and forbidden pleasure.
Much later, Tenra lifted Koneko from the bath—her body limp, breath soft. With a pulse of magic, he dried them both, then carried her back to the bedroom she shared with Kuroka.
Kuroka lay sprawled across the bed, watching with a sly smile.
"Red Dragon Emperor, bullying Shirone-nyan again?"
Tenra set Koneko down, adopting a righteous tone. "I was apologizing for the match. And helping Koneko-chan with her… physical issues."
Because of Tenra, Koneko had entered her nekomata heat cycle before she was truly ready. To ease her discomfort, they had to get close—Kuroka understood all too well.
Kuroka pouted, touching her lips. "So you're not going to apologize to me? I was hurt too, you know—nyan."
Tenra nodded. "I'm sorry, Kuroka. Really."
Kuroka snorted. "That's not sincere at all."
Tenra's lips curled. He lifted her chin, eyes gleaming. "Then what would count as sincere?"
Kuroka faltered, lips trembling, her face flushing deep red. Her breathing quickened, and her eyes glimmered with longing.
Unlike her little sister, Kuroka was a mature nekomata—she could control her heat cycle. But tonight, there was no doubt. She was in heat.
"Genes…"
"Give me… give me your genes…"
She clung to Tenra, voice thick with need, all reason lost to instinct.
For a nekomata in heat, nothing mattered but claiming the male's genes—to bear his children. Kuroka's desire was primal, undeniable.
Tenra's smile turned wicked. "You want my genes? I'll give you all you want…"
He pressed her into the mattress, hands roaming.
Clothes tore, and the room filled with the music of feline cries—raw, plaintive, impossible to suppress.
They tangled together, lost in pleasure and need, until the night finally grew quiet.
Tenra dressed, glancing at Kuroka—now unconscious, her lower belly visibly swollen.
She'd wanted his genes, and Tenra had obliged—leaving her completely, utterly full.
He kissed both girls' foreheads, tucked them in, and slipped out of the room.
Kuroka and Koneko's needs were handled. Next up: Rias's turn.
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