By the time the sun rose, Momo had reached the peak of S-class. She stayed home to stabilize her power, hoping to break through to SS-class (Super-class Devil) using the remaining energy.
Ethan, meanwhile, headed to Kuoh Academy. He expected more girls to approach him, but the rest of the Student Council was more reserved. He realized he had to take the initiative. He chose his next targets: Reya Kusaka and Vaneelana.
That night, after training with Rias and Akeno (and giving Akeno a few good slaps on her rear to satisfy her hidden masochism), Ethan shared his plan. Rias agreed; the Student Council needed the boost.
The next day, Ethan went back to Momo's apartment. "Ethan-kun, go shower. Reya should be back soon," Momo whispered, clinging to him. She was already addicted.
Ethan went to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Reya Kusaka—a well-endowed, brown-haired beauty—arrived home. She was exhausted; her large chest often made her shoulders ache. She found the bathroom occupied and saw Momo peeking out of her room, her face flushed and her body naked and covered in love bites.
"Momo... is Ethan in there?" Reya asked, her eyes wide.
"Mmm... yes... Reya... you should shower next..." Momo gasped, her body still shaking from a quick round she and Ethan had just finished.
Reya fled to her own room, her heart racing. She took a shower and, in her daze, accidentally put on her most provocative silk nightgown and a pair of white lace thigh-high stockings.
When Ethan finished with Momo and sent her to rest, he walked into Reya's room. Under the bright lights, Reya was a vision of eroticism. The silk nightgown was nearly transparent, revealing her sexy lingerie. The white stockings squeezed her plump, soft thighs, creating a perfect "absolute territory." She wore high heels that arched her feet beautifully.
Her gemstone-like eyes looked at him with longing. She looked like a succubus sent to lead men to ruin. Ethan, already fired up, felt his cock throb in response.
Reya didn't speak. She took Ethan's hand and placed it on her silk-covered thigh.
"Ethan-kun, I heard you like stockings and legs. How do mine look?"
"I... I love them..."
"Don't you want to touch?" she whispered, her voice honey-sweet. "From now on, I belong to you. I am yours to taste..."
Ethan was impressed by how quickly she shifted into a submissive role. He began to stroke her thighs, feeling the elastic, smooth texture of the lace and the soft flesh beneath.