"Fine by me~," Satoru grinned.
Leaning forward, he focused a concentrated pulse of Senjutsu directly into his core, channeling waves of tingling, amplified pleasure straight through his shaft and deep into Katase's sensitive womb.
"Mura~ ahhh~~, y-you'll pay for t-this... agnhh~!" Katase shrieked as Satoru resumed his punishing rhythm.
The Senjutsu-infused thrusts tripled her sensitivity, turning every inch of friction into an almost mind-melting sensory overload.
"It's such a rush when Satoru-kun does that..."
Murayama purred, dropping to her knees right in front of her trembling friend to tease and squeeze Katase's reddened breasts while watching Satoru slide in and out of her soaked walls.
"Speak for yourSELFFFFF... you perverted bitch~!"
Katase cried out as a violent wave crashed over her, triggering a full-body orgasm barely a minute after the new pace began.
"We're just getting started, Katase-chan," Satoru smirked, increasing his piston-like speed.
"Keep fucking me, Satoru-kun~! My pussy is gonna squirt~~!" Katase whimpered, completely losing whatever was left of her self-control.
"Be careful, Katase-chan, or the whole neighborhood is going to hear you moan like the perverted girl you are~," Murayama teased.
"SHUT UP~!" Katase sobbed in delirious ecstasy.
"That's, what, the fifth climax in three minutes? She might not be able to walk properly tomorrow..."
"You're right, so let's wrap this up," Satoru smiled wryly, closing his eyes for a brief second to steady his own mounting peak.
"Fuck~ Fuck~ Fuck~!" Katase chanted continuously, cursing as another electric shock of pleasure drove her straight into yet another spasm.
"I'm almost done, Katase-chan, so get ready for the creampie~," Satoru warned, driving forward in one final, frantic burst of speed.
"Give it to me~ Fill my womb right up~!" Katase wailed, fully aware she was completely broken and past the point of no return.
Her face had long since melted into a dazed ahegao, her consciousness clinging solely to the desperate need to feel him paint her inside.
"Alright, Katase-chan," Satoru smiled, gripping her hips hard and burying himself to the absolute hilt.
"I'm cumming~ I'm cumming~ I'm cumming~!" Katase cried as a thick, scalding torrent of Satoru's seed flooded her womb to the brim.
As he finally slid out, Katase collapsed forward onto the sheets like a puppet with its strings cut.
"You know, I think I'll call it a day actually," Murayama mused, eyeing her utterly dazed, trembling best friend.
"Fine by me, but you'll have to clean me up," Satoru chuckled.
"That I can definitely do~," Murayama replied eagerly, crawling forward to wrap her lips around his messy, dripping cock and licking him clean.
It was just another exceptionally successful afternoon for Satoru in his new life.
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A few days slipped by since Satoru fully settled into his new existence as a devil.
His body humming with an familiar, bottomless well of demonic energy.
The quiet calm of his home was interrupted on a bright afternoon by a familiar visitor standing at his doorway—Aika Kiryuu.
Satoru swung the door wide, a lazy smile touching his lips as she stepped into the entryway.
True to form, the moment her shoes hit the mat, Aika's hands immediately drifted to the buttons of her blouse, her eyes brightening with eager anticipation.
Satoru reached out, gently catching her wrists and stopping her mid-motion.
"No, wait... that's not why I called you over today."
Aika blinked, her hands falling to her sides with a look of genuine confusion. "Not... why?"
Satoru smiled, stepping back to gesture into the foyer. "Come with me."
Puzzled but entirely compliant, Aika followed him deeper into the house until they stood near the spacious dining table.
She turned to face him, her golden eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and residual lust.
"Satoru-kun, why did you actually ask me to come over?"
Satoru stepped up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest.
He pressed a warm, lingering kiss against the sensitive curve of her neck, making her breath hitch.
"I have some guests coming over shortly, and I needed someone with... unique talents to entertain them."
Aika shivered at the contact, tilting her head back to let him map her skin with his lips.
"Entertain? How?"
"Mmm... I'm not entirely sure what my new guests' tastes are yet,"
Satoru murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through her clothes, his thumbs rolling her hardened nipples.
"I was thinking of using you like a human platter. Serving yourself up for them. You wouldn't mind that, would you?"
Aika let out a breathless, shuddering moan, a lewd, depraved smile instantly stretching across her face as the sheer exhibitionist thrill of the idea short-circuited her common sense.
She didn't hesitate for a single second.
"No... Satoru-kun..." she panted, arching her back eagerly against him. "I would love that."
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A series of glowing, intricate magical circles suddenly materialized across the living room floor, casting shifting crimson hues against the walls as they flared and faded.
"Ara-ara... having the musky, sweet smell of sex right out in the living room. Just what you'd expect from our dear boy..."
Akeno purred, a knowing, teasing lilt in her voice.
"Those are some very lewd smells, Satoru-kun. It's just like the rumors say..." Yuki added with an amused, easygoing smile.
"Pervert-Senpai..." Koneko muttered softly, her flat tone masking a quiet, sharp curiosity.
Rias curled her lips into a sweet, amused smile, glancing back at Akeno, Yuki, and Koneko.
"Be polite. You are guests in our new family member's house, after all. We need to make him feel welcome."
She led the peerage forward, stepping toward the dining room as the distinct sound of shuffling footsteps echoed from within.
But the moment Rias rounded the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks, completely caught off guard.
Sprawled out flat across the center of the dining table was Aika Kiryuu, entirely naked.
A bizarre, lavish spread of food and hors d'oeuvres had been carefully arranged right over the contours of her body—platters of sushi resting on her stomach, fruit slices nestled between her thighs, and a bowl delicately balanced on her chest.
"Why is she here...?"
Rias asked, her red brows knitting together in sheer bewilderment as she looked from the human girl to Satoru.
Who was sitting casually at the edge of the table holding a pair of chopsticks.
"Oh, she's just here to entertain you," Satoru replied smoothly, picking up a piece of salmon from Aika's stomach.
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