(Note: to better pronounce Thrúiowre, just imagine "Theory," but with a "r." like "Threory," it is the closest to the fictional word).
I walked away from the Occult clubroom with my hands in my pockets, as the hallway buzzed with lights over my head like they always do in this place.
I had Thrúiowre to think about, sure. But my mind couldn't stop drifting back to Hanako-chan.
I'd groped her ass twice now; that time in front of Akane and Naoya, and just now—because the GoG decided to threaten my Lewd Meter at the worst possible second.
«Notice: if master is choosing to proceed with the incoming battle, the Lewd Meter had to be replenished»
Okay, okay. I get it!
As I was saying; the both times I had squeezed Hanako-chan's ass, she squeaked and blushed and leaned into it like it was the best thing that ever happened to her. She never complained, and ever pushed me away.
She never even appeared angry. You know, like how Akane gets when I mess with her.
And… that bothered me more than it should.
She's too nice. And too willing to let me get away with everything.
If someone slipped their hand into MY pants without warning, I'd probably break them apart literally.
But Hanako-chan just giggles and blushes. And who's "Rin-chan" supposed to be? Me?
She says it like it's normal, though I only knew her a few days ago.
Anyway, she better learns to stand her ground more. Unlike the peace loving old me, people can be really dangerous if they can slip a hand in your panties.
At any rate, I had left them to Chris now. He'll handle the assessment to see if their worth my time. If they turn out convenient, then fine, I guess.
If they don't, I'll respectfully decline. Or just disrespectfully decline, I don't care.
I hope he doesn't scare them though; Chris can be a little too serious for his own good.
Well, I had a bigger goal right now: Thrúiowre.
For about eight years I've been looking for ways to beat Thrúiowre, the Void Keeper.
He's not a god, and he's not exactly a titan. Just something slightly above it.
He took it upon himself to guide the spaces between realms, without salary or anything. He is the embodiment of boredom, always so serious.
Either ways, I love getting mischievous around him. I think it makes his boredom of immortality feel less heavy or something.
Finally, I reached the far edge of campus; behind the old science building, where the grass grows long and no one ever normally walk around here.
It was, as usual, empty right now.
Perfect. Now, just to summon then:
"Inferna, Munganda," I murmured, "I need you."
The atmosphere answered me: the space in front of me rippled, then a deep purple outline began to tear open like torn paper.
Two seconds later, my maids stepped through, and the space tear sealed behind them with a soft hiss.
Inferna wore her usual black-and-white maid uniform; short frilled skirt hugging her wide hips, with the low-cut top straining over her broad breasts, and a white apron tied neatly at her waist.
The fabric gripped to her tanned skin, outlining every curve she had without compunction. Her long red hair hung loose, framing her usual poker face.
Her golden horns curved back from her head, with the crimson tail swaying slowly behind her, and her yellow eyes with those red slits fixed on me immediately.
I don't think about it much, but Inferna in human form was a real beauty, wasn't she?
As for the other one; Munganda's uniform matched Inferna's:
The black satin stretched tightly across her generous, but not as dramatic as Inferna's, chest. Her short skirt barely covering the tops of her pale thighs, as sheer stockings clipped to garters.
Her beautiful long black hair cascaded down her back, and her black eyes with white slits gazed at me calmly. She was also a beauty, now that I look at her again…
But you know, something about that eerie, petrifying smile of her… it never quite seems like she meant it. Or rather, I think she finds it difficult to fully hide her inhuman nature with it.
It should look lik a normal curve of her lips, but keep staring enough and you'd soon feel like your life was in danger.
"Forgive our lateness, Master," Munganda apologized, bowing deeply. "We were a second late to heed your call."
Inferna stepped forward with her typical serious expression, her neck turning around the silent area. "So, Goshujin-sama, where are we relieving your sexual stress? Right here in the open?"
Hentai.
I shook my head. "That's not why I called you."
They both made deep gloomy sighs from my declaration.
Then I began to crack my knuckles. "I want to have my 285th battle with the Void Keeper. And yes, I was counting."
"Eh?! M… Master, if I may be so bold," Munganda's face suddenly twisted in concern. "I must persuade you. Thrúiowre is too dangerous. He grows stronger with every passing moment, more aggressive with every breath we draw."
"Please you have to reconsider, Goshujin-sama." Even Inferna's usual blank mask broke open. "The last time you fought him was two years ago. He must have grown even more dangerous and even keener on you for your relentless challenges. It is not exaggerating to think he already has special preparations for you."
"Hehe. Hehehe. HAHAHAHA!" I laughed in a low and dark tone, with my hands on my chin like some one-dimensional villain.
"That is the entire point, clueless followers of mine. I left him for two good years because he never managed to even wound me the last time we fought. He was too strong, sure, but he still couldn't definitely defeat me. He must be powerful enough now to give me that long-forgotten fear of death, right?"
For no reason at all, Munganda ran forward and hugged my left side, pressing her body against me. "No! I don't want Master to die!"
"Goshujin-sama is my very precious Goshujin-sama!" Inferna mirrored her on the right, her arms wrapping around my waist. "I don't want to see you hurt."
I sighed and made an exhausted face.
"Uhm, you girls. I know you are just using this opportunity to grind your crotches against me. Perverts."
They winced, but still continued moving, slowly now.