Narrator POV.
Minutes later....
Isagi was sitting on the sofa beside Makima, who had leaned slightly forward, deep in thought as she processed the little story Isagi had told her. Her expression had grown more serious as she listened to the details, although she didn't seem particularly surprised by what had happened.
She simply remained silent, organizing the information in her head before drawing her own conclusions.
"I see. So, during the flight, the pilot tried to shoot you, and if that didn't work, they also planted a bomb on the plane." Makima repeated, resting a hand on her chin as she reflected on what had happened.
Public Safety's higher-ups had certainly acted quickly. They hadn't wasted any time trying to get rid of Isagi, although their methods showed that they were willing to go pretty far to accomplish it.
"And do you think they won't try something again after finding out you're still alive?"
"Oh, they'll definitely try, but this time I'm more prepared. I'm already aware that they want to make me disappear as if I'd discovered how to make gasoline out of water." Isagi crossed his arms with a certain degree of annoyance.
"And you still want to stay with me, Isagi? Now that you know that just because we kissed once, the higher-ups will want to get rid of you, since they think other countries will try to use you against me by any means necessary." Makima rested her chin on her hand, looking directly into his eyes. Her voice remained soft and calm, but the question seemed to carry a deeper meaning than a simple warning.
"Goddamn, you really made this difficult for me, damn it." Isagi leaned back against the sofa, sinking slightly into it as he let out a sigh, as if he could finally relax after that conversation. "Obviously, yes, Makima. During these two weeks, I learned a lot about myself, and believe me, I have the power to take on an entire country all by myself." Isagi pointed his thumb at himself, displaying absolute confidence after everything he'd been through.
Makima chuckled softly, but Isagi's confidence made her realize that if he was this sure of himself, it was because he had something up his sleeve, something she still hadn't seen. After all, Isagi seemed to obtain new abilities every so often, and each one only deepened the mystery surrounding him.
What had he obtained this time?
That intrigued her. Everything about Isagi intrigued her, from his peculiar personality to the way he seemed to pull new powers out of thin air. The origin of those abilities remained a mystery, and although she had no intention of pressuring him into revealing all his secrets, she couldn't help wondering what other surprises he had in store.
"By the way, you left me alone for two weeks." Makima ran her index finger along Isagi's arm, gently sliding her fingertip over his skin. Her tone grew softer as she moved closer to him, gradually closing the distance between them until she whispered in his ear. "How about giving me some of your blood? Ever since I tasted it, its flavor has stayed with me, and it was quite pleasant. I rarely drink that sort of thing."
"Sure, why not?" Isagi didn't refuse Makima's request for the essential liquid she wanted. A little blood was nothing to him, especially considering his incredible regeneration.
So, when Makima brought over a glass, Isagi took it and held it near his other hand. Using Convergence, his blood ritual technique, he made the blood begin to flow in a perfect crimson stream that fell directly into the glass, gradually filling it until it was halfway full.
He handed it to Makima. She took it and inhaled the pleasant aroma of Isagi's Marechi blood. She seemed to be sampling it, paying attention to its scent before bringing the rim of the glass to her lips.
Then, elegantly, she took a small sip. Her body relaxed slightly as she felt the liquid slide down her throat, and a pleasant sensation spread through her. It was much better than anything she'd ever tasted before.
"I'm still amazed by how good it tastes." A small sigh of satisfaction escaped Makima's lips, and she seemed much more relaxed as she held the glass between her hands.
Isagi had never had a partner before, so he simply did something he'd always wanted to do. He wrapped his arms around Makima's waist, hugging her from behind and gently pulling her closer to him. Makima didn't resist or seem surprised by the gesture; her lips curled slightly upward as she settled against Isagi and took another sip from the glass. For a few moments, they remained like that, enjoying their closeness without needing to say anything else.
"I guess I'll have to explain how I'm still alive tomorrow."
"It's not that big a deal. I already suspected you hadn't died, so I stopped any reports or documents declaring you dead." Makima said calmly.
She hummed softly against him; the sound vibrated deep in her throat as she absorbed the warmth of Isagi's body. She found the simple, sincere way he held her curious, as though a hug were enough to anchor them both. It didn't bother her, of course. She enjoyed it, to a certain extent.
"Isagi," she murmured, tilting her head back just enough to catch his gaze with those golden, ringed eyes. "You once told me you found me attractive. Why settle for something as simple as a hug when you could try something more?"
"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Isagi blinked; her sudden change in tone caught him by surprise. "I mean, yeah, you're beautiful, obviously. But what does that have to do with what we're doing right now?"
A genuine laugh escaped her lips, louder and more vibrant than her usual restrained amusement. This was something new to her. Without breaking eye contact, she took his free hand between hers. Her fingers were cool as she guided Isagi's palm upward, slowly sliding it over the immaculate fabric of her white shirt.
She moved with deliberate patience, making sure he could feel the intentional path she traced across the fabric, toward the softness of the skin hidden underneath.
"If you really like me, Isagi," she said, lowering her voice to a velvety register that was both tender and dangerously teasing, "then this should be more pleasurable for both of us, don't you think?" Her touch now served as a guide; firm but delicate, she pressed his hand against the pronounced curve of her chest. "I don't mind this kind of contact at all. Not when it comes from you."
Isagi's eyes widened as he realized what he was holding in the palm of his hand: something soft and warm. He looked over Makima's shoulder, his pulse hammering against his ribs as he processed the position of his right hand, resting on her left breast.
It wasn't the exaggerated size he'd seen in fan art; it was a full, heavy volume that filled his entire hand, spilling slightly over the edges of his palm.
"Makima..."
"Shhh." Makima interrupted him before he could voice any protest.
That small, serene, controlled smile remained fixed on her lips as she placed her own hand over his, guiding his fingers to squeeze and making sure he couldn't pull away.
"Just feel it. We're together, right? This is what couples do. You can touch me without being afraid, Isagi. Go ahead; let me see exactly how attracted you are to me."
Her hand began moving along with his, applying slow, deliberate pressure that invited him to continue. Isagi swallowed with difficulty, nervous. However, the sensation wasn't unpleasant. His hand pressed firmly and then relaxed, exploring the soft elasticity of her skin beneath her shirt before repeating the movement, each time with a little more curiosity.
His movements were slow, almost clumsy. Because, damn, Isagi had never touched boobs before; he couldn't just magically gain experience out of nowhere.
However, Makima didn't seem to notice his slight stumble. She placed the glass on the coffee table in front of the sofa with a soft clink, having just finished every last drop of blood it contained. When she leaned forward to clear the table, their contact broke, leaving a suddenly cool space where Isagi's fingers had been just a moment earlier. She stood up to face him.
Without saying a word, she brought her hands to the hem of her simple white shirt. The fabric slid upward, revealing her sides and passing over the curve of her breasts, exposing the black lace of her bra, which contrasted with the fair skin of her torso. The shirt ended up crumpled on the floor like a shed skin.
Her gaze remained fixed on Isagi; her expression was unreadable, except for the slight, knowing curve of her lips.
"Would you like to go to the bedroom?" she asked, lowering her voice by half a tone and giving it that gentle authority. Her intense yellow eyes caught the dim lighting. "We'll go as far as you're willing to let things go for the first time."
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The next morning...
Isagi was lying down with his hands behind his head. He felt incredibly relaxed as he thought about what had happened the previous night. It had been quite an eventful night. Oh, oh, oh... the highest-quality "cardio" with Makima, going to failure about five times. Surely Makima had had her own thoughts during the act.
All thanks to the tremendous stamina Isagi had obtained through the system, which had allowed him to last much longer than he would have imagined under other circumstances.
Besides, he had unlocked a new technique: White Flash, or White Flash for those who didn't know the highest-quality English, dawg, all thanks to his efforts.
Isagi opened his eyes and couldn't help smiling as he remembered what had happened last night. He still felt satisfied with everything that had happened, and for a moment, he allowed himself to enjoy that pleasant feeling of not having to worry about missions, devils, or Public Safety conspiracies.
"(Last night was intense. Makima didn't have a body as exaggerated as some of the fan art I'd seen made it out to be, but that didn't make her any less physically attractive)." Isagi thought as he felt Makima sleeping beside him. Then something crossed his mind:
He couldn't help turning to look at her; she was breathtakingly beautiful, with the sheets covering her body and her face relaxed as she slept. It was strange to think that someone so beautiful could also be one of the most dangerous entities in that world.
Isagi gently stroked her head with a slight smile before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He walked calmly, still enjoying the peace of that morning, but just as he entered, a sudden system notification made him raise his head.
[Ding!]
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Hahahaha, congratulations!
You've done the deed with the Control Devil! Such an achievement deserves a reward.
Reward:
[Replicated Ability]
Authority of Wrath [Isagi Version]:Allows the user to manipulate the state of a body, whether it involves the injuries of humans, devils, hybrids, or possessed individuals, and transfer that state to another person or object. This includes everything from wounds and illnesses to emotions.
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"(Holy crap! A reward just for getting freaky with Makima?)" Isagi thought, taken by surprise by the system's sudden notification. "(Manipulating the state of something? Something like transferring the damage Makima receives through her contract? Authority of Wrath...? I have no damn idea where this ability comes from.)"
He crossed his arms, confused by the new ability he'd received. He already had about three types of regeneration, so with this new ability, he was officially a real pain in the ass to kill. However, the vague description didn't give him a clear idea of whether he could only manipulate the damage he himself received.
Or could he do the same with other people's injuries? Isagi stood there thinking for a few seconds, trying to imagine the possibilities that ability offered him. If he could transfer wounds, illnesses, and even emotions, then he had something far more useful on his hands than it seemed at first glance.
New hax acquired!
He'd have time to experiment with it and discover the extent of its limits later. Isagi finished washing his face and left the bathroom, finding Makima already awake. She had gotten dressed and was now adjusting the bra she'd just put on.
She turned to look at him with a slight smile, apparently calm and showing no sign of regret over what had happened the previous night.
"Good morning, Isagi. Are you feeling better? We went to sleep a little late last night." She asked, resting her head on one hand without bothering to look for a shirt just yet.
"It's the best day of my life, even better than when I received my Christmas bonus." Isagi said, walking over to her and sitting beside her.
For him, that was hard to beat. He'd had an incredible night, unlocked a new technique, and, to top it all off, the system had gifted him an additional ability. God really did have His favorites, and today, Isagi was one of them.
"Hehehe." A soft laugh escaped Makima. Her smile widened slightly at his response, as if Isagi's sincerity and enthusiasm were particularly amusing to her. "So, you really enjoyed last night, huh?"
Isagi didn't think too much about it and lunged at Makima, taking her face in his hands to give her a deep kiss on the lips this time. By that point, he'd gained enough confidence to kiss her without overthinking it.
Makima was surprised by the sudden, deep kiss, but she didn't reject him. On the contrary, she returned the kiss as they both fell onto the bed. She closed her eyes, letting herself get carried away by the moment, and let out a soft "mmm~", the only sign of enjoyment she allowed to escape her.
Isagi, for his part, was quite satisfied with his boldness. Apparently, all that newly acquired confidence wasn't just a result of his good luck, but also of the fact that Makima didn't seem to have any problem with him taking the initiative.
When he finally pulled away from her, Isagi gave her a triumphant smile.
"Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, quite well." Makima returned his smile, although hers was smaller, but no less satisfied with the answer. "Even so..." Makima raised her index finger and gently placed it against Isagi's lips, signaling him not to interrupt her. "We have something to do, Isagi, and it has to do with yesterday's incident. It's not something Public Safety, much less the country, is willing to let slide. So come on, we need to get an early start this morning."
Isagi blinked a couple of times as he listened to her. His mind, which had been enjoying the atmosphere just seconds earlier, had to snap back to reality.
Work related to what had happened yesterday?
Oh, right. Now that he thought about it, he'd left Denji alone with Reze and didn't even know what had happened between those two after he'd left. Isagi let out a small sigh. Well, his moment of peace had just come to an end; it was time to get back to work.
Finally, he nodded and moved away from Makima to look for his own clothes.
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End of Chapter.