In the bustling city of Edogawa. Kosuke and Asuka stepped into a WcDonald's for lunch. Asuka had hoped for a café or a cozy family restaurant, but Kosuke wanted something fast. She didn't argue—they had to be back by 6:00 P.M. sharp for their mission in Senzaki.

Kosuke returned from the counter carrying their tray. Simple fare: chicken burgers, fries, and colas. Asuka had also added a side of chicken nuggets.

They ate happily, chatting between bites. They reminisced about their childhood and caught up on what was happening in their lives. But something was on Asuka's mind.

"Hey, Kosuke-kun. Were you there that night? When you saved me and Sakura from Edwin Black?"

Kosuke paused mid-bite, then set down his burger. "That night? Oh! That night!" A small smile crossed his face. "Yeah, I was there."

Asuka's lips curved into a warm smile. "I knew it. Ever since you use your ninja art, I had a feeling you were the same person that saved us that night. Thank you. But you should have told us."

"Sorry. It was a long time ago. I kinda forgot."

Asuka hesitated, then asked, "Do you know the name of that masked woman? The one who helped save us? I want to thank her too." She had finally remembered the masked woman from that night, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she had known her long ago. The woman reminded her of her aunt, Oboro.

Koukawa Oboro. A traitor to the Gosha Village. That was what everyone believed.

But Asuka knew the truth. She had been there the night of the Koukawa massacre. Her aunt had been killed by Edwin Black, and her body was taken. Years later, an impostor appeared—wearing her aunt's skin—and that creature became known as the traitor. Meanwhile, the real Oboro, who had sacrificed herself to save Asuka, was buried in shame she never deserved.

Asuka would not let that woman bring further dishonor to her aunt's memory. She will find her and kill her.

"No, she never brought up her name," Kosuke said. "She asked to be called 'Mask Woman.' Some of us call her 'Mask' or 'Lady' for short. She works with the DSO, part of the UFS Department of Defence—though they primarily deal with NOMAD, unlike other UFS organizations infesting this country. Only one person actually knows her real name: Gin."

"Gin knows her true name?"

"Yeah. I don't know why. I guess it's because Gin's the boss, but I can't help feeling there's something more between those two." Kosuke sipped his cola. "No point in asking Gin, though—he stays silent whenever that Lady's name comes up."

"Alright, then what about that white-armored guy? He must be with the DSO as well, since that armor looks like something they would make."

"Oh no, that's just Kyousuke. And that armor was apparently created long before the formation of Japan as a country."

Asuka stopped mid‑bite. "Kyousuke? Dad was wearing that armor? That means he was there too." Then something inside her snapped. Her voice rose with frustration. "Why? Why didn't you tell me? Tell us? I was worried, frustrated—I couldn't even sleep that night since you both left. And I got angry at Asagi, believing she had driven both of you away."

Kosuke's expression softened, but his voice remained steady. "Kyousuke-nii wanted to keep it a secret. He thought it would be safer." He paused, then added quietly, "He's been having dreams about killing you, Sakura, and Asagi ever since the Chaos Arena. They didn't stop until early this year."

This made Asuka pause. Kyousuke had mentioned he felt the urge to kill them—but now notice something was wrong.

"Then why didn't he feel the urge to kill you?" Asuka asked. "You're also a Taimanin with demon blood inside you. So why?"

That made Kosuke pause for a moment. He seemed to consider his answer carefully. Finally, he said, "Let's just say there's more to the Sword Saint myth. In the myth, he had a companion. One version says he was a friend; another says he was his brother. But all you need to know is that the moment the Sword Saint reincarnates, so does his companion."

"Then you are his companion?"

"Yeah. Apparently, I'm the reincarnation of that companion." Kosuke munched grumpily on a fry. "Though I don't get any special powers. But I do sometimes receive visions—memories in dreams. Apparently, in my past life, Ryuji and I were best friends."

"Oh… That's cool!" Asuka said. Then her brow furrowed. "But wait, if you and Ryuji were friends in your past life, shouldn't that make Ryuji much older?"

Kosuke choked, coughing violently as a fry went down the wrong pipe. He messed up. He wanted to be entirely honest with her, but he shouldn't mention that these people were from another world. He needed to divert Asuka's attention away, fast.

“Ah it's getting late, let's finish eating all of this. I know a game center here, and it's pretty good.”

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Once they finished, they headed to the game center. And of course, Kosuke was beaten by Asuka in every game. Bowling ball, arcade fighting game, motorcycle racing game—it didn't matter. They were having fun, and that was what mattered—even if he never won once and got bullied by her.

As for Asuka, she may have been a little disappointed. ‘Damn it! Why did I crush him in every single game? Curse my pride as an older sister!’ The number one rule of an older sibling, always assert your dominance, especially in games.

This is a date! A way for their relationship to take a step further, and she'd ruined it. But maybe she could still salvage it. Kosuke seemed barely to care about losing. He just praised her and smiled. She was supposed to be the one doing that, not him!

"Hey, Kosuke-kun. Let's take a picture at that photobooth." And so she grabbed his arm and dragged Kosuke to the photobooth.

Inside, Asuka inserted a coin and started playing with the settings. Once all of that was done, they moved to position themselves properly.

"Come on, Kosuke-kun. Come closer."

"Isn't this too close?"

"That's the point, stupid!" She swallowed. "W-we're c-close friends, so there's nothing wrong with this."

So they took many positions: peace signs, rabbit ears, and then—making funny faces.

‘Come on, how can you not fall for me yet? I've done everything since yesterday—even going so far as to hug you closely multiple times!’ Asuka didn't want to be the one to confess. She didn't know if it was pride or simply that she was scared. All she knew and wanted was for Kosuke to confess.

‘Asuka sure does hug me a lot. I guess she missed me that much.’ Of course, Kosuke just assumed this was sibling love. After all, she'd done this a lot when they were kids.

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As the sun went down, the sky turned orange. They headed back to the Agency as their date came to an end. Kosuke shuffled through the pictures, smiling happily at them. "We sure had a lot of fun today."

Asuka, on the other hand, was disappointed—though she had enjoyed herself, despite failing to move their relationship forward. "Yeah. We sure did."

Then she spotted something. A love hotel. "Hey, Kosuke-kun. Let's go to that love hotel." She said it jokingly, her voice low and lacking energy.

Kosuke stopped in his tracks. A blush crept up his face. "H-huh? I-I mean… another time."

"Another time?"

"Let's just get to the Agency quickly! Those guys are probably waiting for us."

Then she finally noticed. A slow smirk spread across her face. ‘Why do I feel so let down?’ She thought about it for a moment. ‘Kosuke likes me. He felt jealous when that guy asked me out. He had fun today—despite me destroying him in every game.’

And most importantly, they were childhood friends. When has a childhood friend ever lost?

They both arrive at the agency building to find Sakura and Kirara each sitting at Ryuji's sides. As for Ryuji, he sat in front of a laptop, typing away.

"Hey, guys! What are you doing here?" Asuka called out.

"Oh, Asuka-chan, Kosuke-kun! You're back," Sakura said with a smile.

Kirara greeted Asuka with a hint of worry. "Asuka-chan, how was your day? Hope he didn't do anything weird."

"It's okay, Kirara-chan. Kosuke showed me a good time." Asuka held both of Kirara's hands to reassure her.

Kosuke turned to Ryuji. "So, Ryuji-senpai, what are you doing?"

Ryuji glanced up from the screen. "Hm? Oh, just writing the report for this mission."

"You guys need to write a report?" Kosuke asked.

"Wait, we need to write a report?!" Asuka's voice panicked. "I don't know how to write one!"

"Wait a minute, we don't need to write a report?" Ryuji asked, confused. "Why didn't you guys tell me?" He turned away from the laptop screen to look at Sakura and Kirara.

"I, uh… thought you were writing just because you're so diligent," Sakura said, trying to evade Ryuji's wrath.

"Sorry, Ryuji-kun. I thought so too. You were so quick and focused—I didn't want to disturb you," Kirara said apologetically.

Ryuji sighed. "Haaaa… Well, whatever. I might as well finish this since I've already written so much."

"Why did you start writing in the first place, senpai?" Kosuke asked.

"Ah, a habit of mine. During my time in the militia, I always wrote a report after or during a mission."

"Eh, guess being in a militia sure is hard."

"No—I'm just high in the position, which means more responsibility." Ryuji looked around the room. "Now, is everyone ready?"

Everyone nodded and agreed they were ready.

As they went to get ready, Asuka decided to ask Kosuke. "Hey, Kosuke-kun. Have you ever thought of informing Ryuji about your previous life?"

Kosuke responded, "There's no point. I'm not Akira. Even though I inherited his memories and his soul, I don't feel like him." Memories of Akira felt like pictures and movies. Even though they were inside his mind, he felt nothing from them. "Besides, it's better if he isn't reminded of Akira. He… doesn't have good memories of him. Not at the end."

"Oh. I figured Ryuji deserves to know. But if you don't want to, that's okay." If Kosuke felt it was pointless, then he might be right.

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They arrived at Senzaki at night. Neon lights shone through the darkness, with signs and adult-themed boards atop the shops. It reminded Ryuji of Yomihara, and a feeling slowly built inside him. These feelings had already been there since morning, but stepping into this city made them surface quickly.

‘Fudō Myō-ō, give me strength for the obstacle I'm facing. Ryuji quietly prayed in his mind. "Alright, we wait here. Someone should appear soon to help us with this task."

And that someone was his cousin, Victor—which didn't surprise him anymore. Half British, half Chinese, and a powerful blood mage. He was quickly getting used to this.

His mind started to wander to people close to him. ‘I hope Juryu isn't here. There's no telling how much trouble he'll cause. Tanaka… if he is here, I hope he's doing well. He can be a bit naive, so I hope he doesn't get tricked or assaulted.’

They waited. And waited. Ten minutes turned into thirty. Thirty turned into an hour. Impatience began to creep in.

‘Where the hell is he?! Did he oversleep? That workaholic bastard!’ Ryuji didn't understand people like that—working until they passed out.

"Ryujiiii, I'm bored." Sakura couldn't bear waiting another second.

"Just bear with me, Sakura. He's the only one with a lead." Even Ryuji sounded impatient now.

"Zhiyong!"

"Kurenai-sama! Wait!"

A sudden shout from two women jolted them all—but Ryuji especially. They turned to see a blonde woman with blue eyes and pointed ears, and another with long, curly turquoise hair and green eyes.

"Zhiyong, what are you… doing… here?" The blonde woman stopped, confused, realizing she had mistaken him for someone else. "O-oh, I'm sorry. I mistook you for someone else."

"No, it's okay. I don't blame you. I do resemble my dad a lot."

"Your dad?" She was confused.

"Dad? Then you’re—" Before Ayame could finish, Kirara rushed forward.

"Kurenai-senpai!" Kirara lunged at the blonde woman and hugged her tightly.

Ryuji was surprised by Kirara's sudden attack. His Third Eye noticed something about that woman—she was also part demon. I'm guessing, because of their similarities, they share a close bond. In a place where people held poor opinions of demons, having someone who shared your burden made you feel less lonely.

"Onisaki-san, you know her?" Ryuji asked.

Kirara let go of Kurenai. "Yes, this is Kurenai-senpai."

Kurenai stepped forward and greeted him. "Shinganji Kurenai. Nice to meet you."

Ryuji did the same. "I'm Miyatake Ryuji. You can call me Ryuji if you want. Nice to meet you as well."

"Miyatake…" Kurenai pondered for a moment.

Ryuji smirked slightly. "I'm also known as Zhiyong's son."

"Zhiyong's son!" Kurenai shouted in surprise. "Zhiyong had a son… No wonder you look so much like him. Especially the eyes."

Even Ayame was surprised. She hadn't expected that man to have children. She had figured he was asexual, considering his apparent disinterest in the female form.

"So he didn't mention me, huh?" Ryuji wondered why. But that didn't matter. If she knew Zhiyong, maybe she knew about Victor. "I have a question, if you don't mind. Do you know where Victor is?"

"Victor? No, I don't know where Victor is," said Kurenai.

"We've been searching for him for hours," added Ayame. "Though, why do you ask?"

"Well, you see, we were supposed to meet Victor here an hour ago. And… Well, he didn't come."

"Victor…" Kurenai frowned slightly. "He's probably fine. He must have been busy."

Ayame showed only worry in her eyes, despite her elegant, calm face.

Ryuji could only sigh. "I blame our Japanese society for this." ‘Alright, enough is enough.’ "Shinganji-san, in the past few weeks, children have been going missing in Edogawa, and the Edogawa Detective Agency managed to track them to this city. I have to ask—do you have any clue about this?"

"Yes, we do." Kurenai's expression turned serious. "I know where the children are. They're being kept at the harbor."

"I see. Then, Shinganji-san, can you show us the way and help us with this task?"

"We're not waiting for him, senpai?" asked Kosuke.

"We don't know when he'll arrive. So we might as well just go ahead and start the mission."

With that, everyone agreed and followed Kurenai and Ayame's lead.

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They arrived at the harbor. Ayame took a position on a distant, tall building, providing overwatch for the harbor. The rest of the group took up a formation: Ayame offered long-range fire support; Ryuji operated at mid-range since he only had one working arm, he also served as a support, providing ranged attacks and boosting their fighting capability with his flames, though this remained unknown to the others. The rest were frontline fighters, though Kosuke would provide support by hindering the enemy's combat abilities with his ninja art, so he was placed at the center, close to everyone.

Now, how to approach this? Initially, Ryuji wanted to capture and mutilate some enemies, then throw their brutalized corpses at their friends to sow fear. Terror tactics, in short—but he doubted the Taimanin would like that idea.

So Ryuji decided on a flanking approach. Sakura would infiltrate the area first, using her shadow art to scout the enemy numbers and ambush them when the fighting broke out. Ryuji would begin the ritual to create a shroud covering the surrounding area, preventing the enemy from calling reinforcements and avoiding public attention.

Everyone moved into position, waiting to spring a surprise attack on the enemy.

Sakura slipped into the warehouse, hiding in the darkness. And what she saw shocked her. These bastards were handing guns to children and ordering them to fight. She relayed this information to the group. Many of them were enraged.

Asuka stood up and quickly rushed to kill them—but Ryuji stopped her. He had expected Asuka to be impatient. "Kosuke, stand beside Asuka and watch over her."

As for Ryuji, he decided to reveal himself. He didn't dress like a Taimanin; instead, he looked more like a Yakuza—the way he dressed in his tailored suit, the look on his face. Now, Ryuji pretended to be a man wandering into the area, baiting them to come outside the warehouse.

The guards noticed him and approached. "Hey, what are you doing here? Take another step and we'll shoot."

"Ah, sorry. I'm just a guy sent by Victor to investigate this place." Gin had already told him everything about Victor, and Ryuji was using that knowledge to his advantage. "I heard you guys are causing trouble."

Then someone stepped outside—a well-dressed, muscular orc. A well-dressed orc? This is a first.

"So you're one of Victor's goons." The orc cracked his knuckles. "Well, usually I'd be scared, but not anymore. I'm going to cut off your head and deliver it straight to that tyrant Victor. We aren't afraid of him anymore."

Suddenly, a blur moved from the orc's side. Ryuji noticed something—a demon male covered in a cloak rushed in, raising his hand to strike. Ryuji prepared to counterattack, but before he could, Kirara was right in front of him. She caught the demon's fist and delivered an uppercut to his face.

‘Is she becoming my bodyguard or something? Twice now she's jumped in front of me to block attacks.’ Ryuji said as the demon then retreated to the boss' side.

"Taimanin!" The orc's eyes widened. "Now I understand—no wonder you look familiar. You were with a Taimanin yesterday. Everyone, get out here now and fill them with lead!"

Multiple men—and even children—rushed outside to shoot them.

"Ayame! Take the shot now!"

A bullet whistled through the wind with such speed that it landed squarely in the orc boss's legs. Now he wouldn't be going anywhere. "Ayame, shoot the demon in the back. Kosuke, do your usual—pull their weapons away."

But as Kosuke attempted his technique, something went wrong.

"What the? My ninja art didn't work!" The grunts, undisturbed, began shooting. Kirara quickly erected ice walls to shield them.

"Okay, clearly these guys are adapting. Learning from yesterday," Ryuji said. "Sakura, you can get out now. Ayame, shoot these guys."

On the criminals' side, the boss clutched his bleeding leg. "Grr, what the hell?! Did they jam the area?"

"No, I believe they set up some sort of barrier," said a cloaked demon woman, already tracing symbols in the air. "It's best if you mobilize the others while I disable it."

"Then do it already!"

With an enraged shout, three cloaked figures stepped forward and let go of their disguises.

The first was a massive, axe-wielding brute with tusks and grey skin. The second—a lean, bare-chested demon with elongated arms, settling into a boxing stance. The third, a four-armed female demon, each hand gripping a curved sword.

Then screams erupted from inside the warehouse. Sakura emerged from the shadows, her blades and shadow constructs cutting down grunts. Children scattered, crying. Some were caught and dragged in front of the demons as human shields.

Sakura froze.

A gunshot cracked the air. A child screamed—hit in the shoulder.

"If you think you can use children as hostages," Ryuji's cold voice rang out, "I suggest you give up on that idea. We're not heroes. We're soldiers."

The criminals hesitated. A few let go of their hostages and ran. Children curled up on the ground, sobbing. Ryuji's bluff was working—but his allies didn't see it that way.

Asuka rushed forward, wind swirling around her legs. Kurenai grabbed Ryuji by the collar. "What is wrong with you?!"

"I suggest you kill those criminals before I shoot more children," Ryuji said flatly. "I'll be damned if we lose because of hostages."

Then Ryuji's instincts flared. He shoved Kurenai away and dropped low. A two-headed battle axe whistled through the space where his head had been—the axe demon had closed the distance in a heartbeat.

Ryuji rolled back, drew his gun, and fired. The axe demon twisted, the bullet grazing his shoulder. Kurenai recovered and slashed with her blade, but the demon parried with the axe's haft and kicked her back.

Kirara decided to help, but the demon that had attempted to attack Ryuji returned, blocking her path and assuming a boxing stance. The boxing demon lunged at Kirara. He threw a rapid flurry—jab, cross, hook. Kirara's blocked most, but each impact sent cracks through her defenses. She slammed her palm down. Ice erupted from the ground, encasing his feet.

The demon grinned. He pulled back his right arm, wind spiraling around his fist. With a guttural shout, he thrust forward. A shockwave exploded from his punch, shattering the ice and throwing Kirara backward. She slid across the pavement, gasping.

‘He's strong,' she realized. 'I can't freeze him directly.’

Meanwhile, Asuka and Sakura were busy trying to help the children until a female demon quickly appeared and launched a surprise kick at Sakura, knocking her down. Asuka used her wind art to increase her speed and moved to instantly kill the demon. But the demon managed to block her attack thanks to her four arms, each holding a sword that covered most of her weak points.

Asuka quickly pulled back to Sakura. "Sakura, are you alright?"

"Y-yeah. It hurts a little." Sakura rubbed her cheek. "But I can still fight."

"Both of you okay?" Kosuke quickly approached them, preparing his sword and gun. "I can't pull away their weapons. They're probably made of non-magnetic material."

"These guys really prepared for you, Kosuke," said Asuka.

"I can still use my ninja art on my weapons. So how do we handle her?"

While they were discussing, several individuals appeared, each dressed in ninja attire.

"What the? Who are they?" said Sakura.

Anti-Taimanin units," the four-armed demon hissed. "Trained to counter you." 

Then both sides charged, and they clashed. Despite the Anti-Taimanin outnumbering them, the Taimanin still managed to compete.

Up on her perch, Ayame quickly shot her sniper rifle, killing many shooters and reducing their ranged capabilities on Ryuji's order. Then her senses flared, her eyes saw the wind change, and she quickly jumped away.

Multiple anti-Taimanin units appeared, forcing Ayame to flee for a moment. She dropped her sniper rifle, pulled out her blade and gun, and prepared to fight. She needed to subdue them quickly to continue supporting the others. 

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The fight became chaotic—explosions, steel clashing, gunshots. The public remained unaware. The battle was turning into a stalemate. Each side attempted to change the flow of the fight in their favor.

Ryuji, however, quickly shifted his focus to the demon witch. She was undoing his shroud spell. If she succeeded, the enemy would be able to call for help. He aimed his guns and fired—multiple flame bullets roared out.

The witch quickly jumped away as the bullets crashed into the ground and exploded. She then launched multiple projectiles at Ryuji. It shines through the air. Ryuji did the same—evading as the ground exploded around him.

Then Ryuji noticed something wrong. Some of these demons—their minds seemed clouded, as if something was inside their heads. ‘It can't be. These people are being mind-controlled.’

His desire to kill shifted to a desire to save them. But he couldn't order his allies to hold back. He needed them to go all out, even if it meant killing the possessed demons. He was afraid they would be overpowered by the enemies if they held back.

Ryuji unsummoned his weapons, putting them away into his ring. Then he quickly rushed the witch. She was surprised and launched another magical missile at him.

Ryuji emptied his mind—and continued to move. As the magical missile hit Ryuji, instead of exploding, it was absorbed into his body.

"What?! How?!" The witch panicked and quickly erected a barrier, but she wasn't fast enough. Ryuji punched through the barrier and struck the demon in the face. She flew back for a moment before crashing to the floor, dazed.

Ryuji quickly mounted her, placing his hand on her head, and used his flames to undo the mind control. The demon witch screamed until she finally passed out, lying asleep. Ryuji had succeeded in protecting the shroud.

Then the shroud shattered.

Ryuji's eyes widened. ‘Was I too late?’ No, the witch had barely made any progress on undoing the shroud. So how?

Then something crashed down from above. A wave of blood erupted on impact, washing over the battlefield and sending fighters stumbling. The clash stalled. Everyone turned.

The dust cleared, revealing a man.

His hair was a chaotic mix of black and white, but his face stole every gaze. The right side was a ruin—bone showing through shredded skin, his cheek torn open, teeth grinning through the wound. His eyes had turned to obsidian, black sclera swallowing the irises, radiating a killing intent so thick it felt like drowning.

"Victor!" Ryuji and Kurenai shouted together, horror and recognition in their voices.

"All of you are dead!" Victor raised his katana. Blood swirled from the air, coating the blade in a crimson sheath. "All of you are so, so dead!"

"Wait! Victor!" Ryuji closed the distance and pressed his palm to Victor's shoulder. Flames of calm—warm, golden, gentle—spread from Ryuji's hand into his cousin's body. "Calm down and listen. I need your help."

Victor's rage faltered. The black in his eyes began to recede, slowly. The white patches in his hair faded toward normal gray. He blinked, clarity returning. "R-Ryuji? Sorry I'm late." A shaky breath. "So what's the plan?"

"Those three demons are under mind control. I'd fight them myself, but…" Ryuji gestured to his arm cover in a cast. "Use my blood. Inject it into them. It should break the hold."

"Alright." Victor raised his blade.

Ryuji grabbed the sharp edge of the katana and dragged his palm from the hilt to the tip, letting his blood soak the steel. "Fudō Myō-ō, bless this blade. Cleanse the arrogance from their minds. Bring them clarity."

The sword burst into flame—not scorching, but warm, like a hearth on a winter night.

"Right. Let's end this."

Victor rushed to Kurenai’s opponent. The axe demon, before the brute could react. Kurenai immediately pressed the attack, forcing the demon onto his back foot with a flurry of overhead slashes.

The demon roared and jumped back, pulling his axe into a wide, desperate swing. Kurenai leaped over the blade. As she sailed through the air, Victor slid low beneath the arc of the axe. The demon had committed his full weight—no way to recover.

Victor's flame katana sliced across the demon's ribs. A shallow cut, barely bleeding. But the flame carried Ryuji's blood into the wound.

The axe demon's eyes rolled back. His weapon clattered to the ground. He was unconscious before he hit the pavement.

Across the battlefield, Ryuji faced the boxing demon. The creature was fast—pure martial skill. Ryuji's one-armed strikes were met with blocks and counters. The demon gave ground, but only to find his opportunity to strike.

Then ice crept up his ankles.

Kirara, still recovering from the wave of blood had extended a frozen hand. The demon looked down for a fraction of a second.

Ryuji stepped inside his guard and struck the demon's throat, a precise, brutal blow to Adam's apple. The demon choked, doubling over. Ryuji vaulted onto his back, clamped his hand over the demon's head, and flooded his mind with purifying flames.

The boxing demon slumped. Unconscious.

One remained.

"Tch. We're losing." An Anti-Taimanin unit pulled a syringe from his belt and plunged it into the four-armed demon's neck. "Looks like we have no choice."

The demon screamed—a sound that tore through the air. Her body swelled, muscles bulging, bone plates erupting along her arms. Her four swords dripped with new, jagged edges. The transformation was wrong, forced—but complete.

The Taimanin rushed to stop her, but the remaining Anti-Taimanin units threw themselves in the way, absorbing blows, buying time.

"Ryuji," Victor said, his voice low.

"Yes?"

"Can I kill her?"

Ryuji's Third Eye snapped open. He saw the demon's mind completely gone, becoming animalistic. Crushed by the injection. A hollow shell driven by instinct and rage. Like the spider demon yesterday.

His jaw tightened. "Her mind is gone. She can't be saved."

"Very well."

Victor stepped forward. His hair bleached white. Blood and demonic energy coalesced around his right hand, reshaping it into a massive, bestial claw, pulsing with crimson light.

"Be consumed—"

He struck. The claw tore through the air, sending Anti-Taimanin units flying like rag dolls. He grabbed the four-armed demon whole.

"—BY DARKNESS!"

Something happened. The demon's mass began decreasing until bones protruded through her skin. When it was done, the claw disappeared, revealing she had become a hollow husk.

And Victor… his grievous injuries were healing. Flesh regenerating. Turning him back to normal. “Does anyone want their soul to be consumed?”

With that, their final trump card had failed. They attempted to retreat. But some were quickly shot by Ayame. Swords flew with such trajectory and speed, killing them, while the rest were quickly hunted down.

Ryuji watched over the remaining grunts, the boss, and the children. He approached the wounded child he had shot, intending to tend to the injury. Predictably, the child backed away slowly, afraid.

Ryuji channeled warmth from his flames to calm him. "Easy, okay? Let me take care of that wound." The child fidgeted and tried to stand, but Ryuji gently grabbed him and eased him back down.

He guided the child to a nearby faucet and cleaned the wound. Then he placed a paper talisman over it—one he'd gotten from Oiwa. The best part? It was free. Or more like payment for taking too much of Ryuji's blood.

As the Taimanin and Victor finished cleaning up, multiple black cars appeared. Many of the Taimanin—except for Kurenai and Ayame—took defensive positions, ready to fight. Until Victor told them they were his men.

The newcomers quickly loaded the boss, his underlings, and the children into seperate trucks.

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They went to a club. Music blared and colorful lights flashed inside the building.

"Man, sorry I'm late. Got busy killing some Anti-Taimanin units. Those guys sure are hard to kill." Victor took a drink of his Chocolate Martini. "Oh, and don't worry—I ordered your drinks to be non-alcoholic, so enjoy them."

{So… Victor.} Ryuji switched to Chinese and set down his glass. {How long have you been here?}

{Oh, years by now,} Victor replied in Chinese as well.

The rest could only stay silent, unable to understand what they were saying.

{Kinda surprised you turned into a criminal.} Ryuji narrowed his eyes.

{Hey, I didn't have a choice in this!} Victor quickly responded.

{Was joining NOMAD really necessary? You couldn't join any other criminal organization?}

{Uh…} Victor hesitated for a moment. {The reason was because of your dad, okay?}

{Why does my dad— Wait.} Ryuji's eyes widened. {Are you telling me my dad joined NOMAD? An international criminal organization?!}

A sudden burst of anger from Ryuji shocked the Taimanin. They didn't understand what Victor had said to make him so furious.

"Uhm…" Victor shrank from Ryuji's anger.

Ryuji quickly calmed down. "Sorry. Just forget it."

Silence came from a moment. "Hey, what's your relationship with Victor?" It was Kurenai who broke the silence.

"We're cousins," Ryuji responded.

"Cousin?" Ayame was confused. "Sorry, it's just that Victor looks like a foreigner, so it's hard to see the resemblance."

"Haha." Victor chuckled, already a bit tipsy. "Guess I inherited a lot from my mom. Makes me glad that happened. Another one of these, please!"

"Ryuji," Sakura said quietly. "Why did you shoot that kid?"

Ryuji went silent, unsure how to answer.

"Oh, that?" Victor waved a hand. "He was bluffing. Never intended to hurt the kid. Just wanted to confuse the enemy—make them think hostages were useless." He reached over and ruffled Ryuji's hair. "He's a good kid, even if he acts ruthless and cold sometimes."

"Hey, cut it out!" Ryuji swatted his hand away, annoyed.

"Come on, be honest. Your heart's probably aching. Feeling guilty. Why don't you go sing on that stage?"

"Fine! Just stop, okay? And be quiet." Ryuji stood and walked off to find someone running the music.

Now the Taimanin felt guilty for not noticing Ryuji's pain. Though it was more because Ryuji was very good at hiding his emotions.

Then the door burst open and a guard came flying in. "VICTOR!" An angry little girl with long pink hair burst through. "There you are! I've been calling you and you haven't answered my calls! I need you to help me with my homework. I don’t want to anger Zhiyong."

Beside her stood a man with blond hair and golden eyes. "Sorry, Victor. She was wrecking my casino."

"Ugh... Felicia, come on, sit beside me." Victor sighed. Then he quickly changed his tune with excitement. "Jubei! It's okay, come have a drink. You guys are gonna be blown away today because my cousin is singing."

Felicia happily skipped her way to Victor and sat beside him, hugging his arm tightly. Then she glared at Kurenai, who in turn pouted and glared back at Felicia.

Jubei sat beside Kirara and smirked. "Hey, ladies. I'm Kenzaki Jubei. I must say, you look lovely tonight."

Kurenai quickly said, "Jubei-kun! Please don't talk like that to her."

"Huh? Why not?" Then he quickly realized why, as part of his body felt cold. He noticed parts of it were frozen. "Okay! I understand now! I'm sorry, please don't freeze me!"

Kirara stopped and gave him a huff, turning her head away from him.

The club fell silent and awkward thanks to Felicia's sudden entrance. People were afraid of possibly being attacked or killed.

Then footsteps were heard. Ryuji stepped onto the stage alone and positioned himself in front of the mic, with no one else beside him. With a snap of his fingers, multiple humanoid flames appeared, grabbing the musical equipment. This technique was useless in a fight, and he mostly used it to play instruments—but it was still very difficult, as he had to practice with them until he developed muscle memory.

Now, what kind of music should he play? He figured he'd play it safe and perform the song: Setsuna no Ai.

The guitar and drums started playing in a low rhythm. Then Ryuji grabbed the mic and opened his mouth.

"Oh, oh oh oh… Oh oh oh oh."

The instruments grew louder. It grabbed the crowd's attention. Many watched, and some even stood up, waiting for a beat to dance to.

"Oh, oh oh oh…"

Then came the singing.

"What is the true identity of this uncomfortable feeling
Which lurks gently inside of you, as if being entangled?"

The mood quickly swung upward. More people crowded near the stage.

"Soaking me so empty that it burns me out,
And having the chaotic afterimage lingering."

"Receiving unwanted stimulation and peaceful contradiction at the same time,
Making me subtly and exquisitely crazy."

The crowd began to dance to the beat of the song. As the song quickly picking up speed.

"I'm super troubled to taste the act of being loved.
Continue to pay for the pain it brought.
Opening a trance, enough to make my heart shiver for a moment.
I'm being controlled by the increasing anguish.
Even though I know it's only a momentary love."

The crowd moved as one, bodies swaying and arms rising to the rhythm. People danced, some screaming in excitement, others simply lost in the music.

The Taimanin watched in stunned silence.

Kirara and Sakura exchanged a glance. They knew Ryuji was good—he had been an idol with Luka, even if only for a week—but this… this was something else. Sakura's lips parted slightly. Kirara's usual cold expression softened into genuine admiration.

Asuka blinked, surprised by Ryuji singing, forgetting to spend time with Kosuke at this moment. Kosuke simply stared, his hand frozen mid-reach for his drink. For him, this was confirmation. Akira's memories of Ryuji singing weren't tainted by bias.

Felicia's grip on Victor's arm loosened. Her earlier glare at Kurenai had vanished, replaced by wide-eyed wonder wanting to dance with the crowd. Kurenai herself forgot to pout, her mouth slightly agape. Ayame's elegant composure cracked—just a fraction—as she leaned forward. Jubei, for once, had nothing smooth to say.

And Victor? He just hummed along, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips as he raised his martini in a silent toast to his cousin on stage.

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The performance ended. The last notes faded into the club's murmuring crowd. Ryuji stepped off the stage and returned to the table, reaching for his drink. Around him, his companions offered words of praise." Ryuji thanked them, nodded, and said nothing more.

But something still gnawed at him. Even singing his heart out hadn't silenced it. "I need some air," he said, and walked outside before anyone could respond.

The night air was cool against his face. Neon signs flickered overhead, casting the street in shades of pink and blue. Ryuji leaned against the wall, staring up at the sky—what little of it could be seen between the buildings.

‘Father.’ A man dedicated to his principles. Unbending. Just. Joining NOMAD—an international criminal organization—was so unlike him that Ryuji's mind refused to accept it.

There must be a reason. A plan. Infiltrate from within. Gather evidence. Tear them down from the inside. That was what Ryuji hoped for.

But the worst scenario crept in, what if his father had changed? What if this world had corrupted him? 

Ryuji shook his head sharply. No. His father would never fall to evil. He wouldn't. Just wouldn't. But the doubt remained.

Sadness washed over him. He squatted down on the dirty pavement, back against the wall, and let his head hang low. The noise of the club felt distant now. ‘It would be a good time to have a lollipop in my mouth.’

Something sweet to make him forget his worries. ‘Why didn't Victor explain more?’ Ryuji's jaw tightened. His cousin had dropped the truth and then retreated into martinis and small talk. Either Victor was trying to shield him from deeper pain… or the plan was too sensitive to risk revealing. He believed the latter, since Victor working in NOMAD was probably to assist his father. It was the only explanation.

He stayed there, alone with his thoughts, as the city hummed around him.

"Oh my, what a coincidence." The voice dripped with malice. Ryuji stood and turned to face her.

She had short pink hair in a bob cut, red lips, and violet eyes. A red battle suit with a V-cut hugged her figure.

At a glance, one might assume she was just dressing sexy for a night at the club. But Ryuji had grown used to the Taimanin way of dress. He dropped into a fighting stance.

"Oh, getting ready for a fight? Those intense eyes… you really are Zhiyong's child." She licked her lips. "Ah, it's making me wet, imagining having fun with you—you have his face, after all. But capturing you, using you as a hostage to bring Zhiyong under my control… that would be ecstasy."

Then, in a burst of speed, she closed the distance. Ryuji dodged just in time. He noticed a small object she'd thrown—it landed on his right shoulder. On his clothes. A butterfly pin.

‘An accessory pin?’

Then the woman moved again—but Ryuji couldn't. His body refused to obey. ‘What the?! The pin is restricting my movement!’

Unable to move, she kicked him into an alleyway. He landed on his back with a groan, ripped the pin off, and scrambled to his feet. ‘I can't fight her—not with one arm, and I'm already spent from the last fight. I need help, but she's blocking the way.’

He needed another route. Or phone. ‘A phone! I have a phone!’ Ryuji pulled out his smartphone. A kunai struck it from his hand. ‘No! I just got this phone!’

"Naughty boy. It should be just the two of us." Her voice was seductive. It made his blood boil—but he suppressed the anger and began leaping from wall to wall, climbing toward the roof. Using parkour to escape.

He angled toward the club, drew his gun, and fired a flame bullet at a parked car. The explosion echoed loud enough for his friends to hear.

Then something slammed into his back. She stepped on him, grinding her heel into his temple. "I can't let you get help. Although… Why did you shoot that car?" Then realization dawned. "Ah. To catch their attention. A way to call for help. Clever. You've surely inherited Zhiyong's intelligence. Good. You'll contribute greatly to NOMAD."

She pulled out more pins, ready to stab them into his clothes. But Ryuji still had one trick before resorting to Hypermode. He raised his palm toward her face.

She noticed and prepared to dodge.

A blinding light flashed.

"Argh! Damn you! Once I catch you, you'll beg for forgiveness!" She staggered, rubbing her eyes.

Ryuji fled in the opposite direction from the club—if he got closer, she might get desperate and kill him outright. He ran, jumping across rooftops, vaulting obstacles. His Third Eye caught movement: multiple figures on the roofs, converging on him. Her underlings, probably.

They were about to surround him. He had to break through.

He turned right, spotted a figure arriving, and tackled him off the roof. They crashed onto the street—Ryuji used the enemy's body to soften the landing.

Something stabbed his side. He dashed away, feeling the knife still lodged there. He left it in to avoid bleeding out. Then a sharp pang—the knife itself was the problem. He pulled it out and saw the blade was poisoned.

That delay cost him. The rest of the gang arrived, encircling him. They carried swords, a spear, a whip, and guns.

"You got one of us," their leader said. Ryuji now noticed horns on the male demon—a full demon gang. "Pretty good. But he got his stab in, so not a total loss. He'll get his share when this is over. Now… any last words before you die?"

‘Die? Is this group not working with her?’ Ryuji needed answers. "Who are you people? Why are you targeting me?"

"Let's just say someone put a ten billion yen bounty on your head."

‘WHAT THE FUCK?! Someone wants me dead that badly?’ Who would go that far?

"I don't know what you did, but you pissed off someone powerful. So… ready to die?"

Ryuji stood and assumed a defensive stance. He couldn't use his sword properly with one arm, and they were too close for his guns. Bare-handed was better. Hold out until his friends arrived—or use Hypermode if he had to.

"Alright. Fight to the death it is."

They attacked simultaneously. Ryuji jumped high—the gunman fired while he was midair. Ryuji summoned his gloves and used flames to blast himself sideways, creating distance. Then they swarmed him. He blocked and parried with his one good hand.

Then a whip caught his arm. The female demon yanked, and the others rained down scratches and cuts. Ryuji focused on the whip user, dashed toward her, dodging as best he could. One enemy blocked his path, raising a blade. Ryuji pulled the whip into the sword's path—it worked. The whip didn't break; it blocked the strike.

The whip released his arm, but that changed nothing. He was still surrounded. Punches, kicks, slashes, stabs from all sides. And the poison was spreading—heat building inside him.

Screams. Blood gushing. Not from Ryuji.

"Oi!" It was the woman who'd been hunting him earlier. "How dare you try to kill my prey? All of you need to be punished." A sadistic smirk curled her lips.

Several demons froze mid-swing, then turned and attacked each other. She must have pinned them, Ryuji realized.

"RYUJIIII!"

Victor's voice tore through the night as he crashed into the street, splitting a demon in two. "Holy shit! How'd you end up like this?!" Then his eyes locked onto the woman in red. "Oboro! So you're here to kill Zhiyong's kid!"

"Oh please," Oboro scoffed, blocking a sword-wielding demon with her claw blade. "Capturing him would be far more beneficial. Make him part of NOMAD. And it would make Zhiyong so happy—reunited with his son, working together, no longer separated."

"Shut it!" Victor parried a spear and lopped off a demon's head. "You just want to turn Zhiyong into your puppet."

While they argued and slaughtered the gang, Ryuji stood frozen. The poison felt sickeningly familiar—he'd been dosed with this just yesterday. Heat bloomed in his groin. A single glance at a female body made him want to violate it. Aphrodisiac poison. Again.

His body began to shake—not from fear, but rage. He was exhausted. Constant fights. Sudden ambushes by powerful enemies. And now this. AGAIN.

He straightened. His breathing turned ragged. His hair bled to snow-white. His eyes darkened to black.

Victor sensed the shift and recognized it immediately. A Ding bloodline awakening—triggered by Ryuji's rage. ‘I need to calm him down before he destroys himself.’

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"Zhenyu!" The patriarch of the Ding clan burst out of the changing room of a clothes store. "I sense one of our kin's blood is awakening!"

"I know, Grandpa Weilong. I sense it… too…" Zhenyu turned to his grandfather and saw him completely in his underwear. "You stupid old man! Get back inside the changing room!"

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"Huh? Someone had an awakening?" A blond American with stubble and long, messy hair lay on his bed in a prison cell, reading a comic book. 

"I wonder who? Is it Ryuji?" He put down the comic book and started pressing a button to call an officer. "When will we arrive on land? I'm tired of being stuck on this ship." He waited for a few minutes. No one arrived. "What the—is no one coming?"

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“I sense a disturbance in the Force." It was Zhiyong, in Kaede's home, sitting at the table with books laid out in front of him. Fumika stood across from him confuse.

"Uh, what is that, Dad?" asked Fumika.

"Huh? You don't know? It's a Star Wars reference."

"I don't know what Star Wars is."

A child not knowing Star Wars. That wouldn't do. Zhiyong needed to show her the wonders of the Original Trilogy. "Well, after finishing homework, we'll watch Star Wars together." Though she might not like the old movies—since they are old and may not appeal to a child used to watching modern movies.

Of course, once the conversation was done, his mind shifted to who had awakened. The only person he could think of was his son. Since he is the only one who has not awakened yet.

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Ryuji quickly rushed toward one of the demons. The demon, terrified by Ryuji's sudden change in appearance and bloodlust, thrust his sword forward. Ryuji grabbed the sword with his usable hand. The cast cracked—then burst, revealing his arm. Ryuji punched the demon with such force that the demon released the sword and flew backward, crashing into a group of his allies.

Now Ryuji's eyes landed on the whip user. She trembled with fear.

Ryuji rushed forward, summoning his sword and cutting through the wave of demons. The whip user, panicking, lashed out wildly. Ryuji caught the whip, let go of his sword, and pulled with such strength that she flew toward him. He landed a punch to her face, sending her crashing down hard onto the ground with the crack of a skull.

The gang was losing morale as they were overwhelmed by the three. Many fled, but Ryuji was only after one demon—the one who had spoken to him. Ryuji's senses locked onto him, and he began rushing to kill him.

Oboro prepared to throw a pin at Ryuji until Victor appeared in front of her, forcing her to focus her attention on him. "Victor, get out of the way!"

"Make me, bitch!" And they both clashed.

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"Aaaargh!" A gurgled scream, then silence.

He was afraid. Very afraid. The leader of the gang had thought this would be a quick way to make a huge amount of money. But the sudden appearance of Oboro and Victor made things much more difficult. And worse—the target had changed, becoming a bloodthirsty monster.

"Argh! Nooo!" Another scream, then silence.

It was getting closer. He could feel it. He just ran without looking back. Then he noticed the roof ended there, leading down to the streets. But with a high enough jump, he could make it to another roof. With one big leap, he jumped as far as he could.

Then he felt someone tackle his back, sending both of them falling hard and fast.

They crashed onto a car. Ryuji quickly recovered, grabbed the demon by the horn, and threw him into the wall. Ryuji cracked his fists, climbed on top of the demon, and started punching him. Again. Again. And again.

Face bludgeoned, bruised, and bloody—unrecognizable. Ryuji kept punching until his own hand turned red.

"That's enough." A man's voice. Ryuji turned his head and saw Jubei. "Let's calm down, buddy. He's already dead. Let's get you treated."

Ryuji was still angry and now wanted to punch Jubei in the face. But realizing what he was thinking, he forced himself to calm down. His eyes slowly turned back to normal, and his hair as well. "Kanzaki-san… W-what happened?"

"Well, you looked like you were becoming an enraged demon and went on a rampage on that guy." Jubei said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. "Come on, let's get you to a doctor."

"Kanzaki-san, do you think the doctor has a cure for the aphrodisiac poisoning?"

"You got aphrodisiac poisoning?! There's no cure for that—except having sex. I can help set up a girl. Just pick the one you like. I'm sure they'd be happy getting banged by a handsome guy."

"I guess only Oiwa-sensei has the cure," Ryuji murmured. "Thanks anyway, but I have strong resistance to this kind of poison." He figured out a way to avoid the pain without having sex.

"Really? First time I've heard that. But it still hurts, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, but I really don't want to have sex."

"Huh. That's the first time I've heard those words from a guy."

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Ryuji, after being treated by the doctor, went to a room and attempted to sleep. Victor was also infected with the aphrodisiac poison. Usually he would overcome it using blood magic, but since he was low on mana, he decided to order a prostitute to cure the poison.

Ryuji, on the other hand, decided to take sleeping pills and pass out. In thirty minutes, Kirara would come and carry him to the apartment since she possessed super strength.

Ryuji swallowed a bunch of pills, lay down on a bed, and waited. He waited and waited. Five minutes passed, and he couldn't sleep. He tried to stand up but realized he was too fatigued to move.

‘By the gods, I can't move! And the pain in my penis is starting to get worse—damn it!’

Thirty excruciating minutes passed. Ryuji waited for someone to come in since he didn't have a way to call anyone.

The door opened, revealing Kirara entering the room. She approached Ryuji and noticed he was still awake.

"Onisaki-san, you're here!" Ryuji said excitedly. "The sleeping pills didn't work. Find Sakura to help me relieve this. My dick is really starting to hurt."

"Ryuji…" Kirara said nervously. "Let me do it."

"What?" This confused him, but he didn't care. He just wanted the pain to go away. "I don't mind if it's a handjob. Just make me cum."

Kirara hesitated for a moment, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Then, with a shaky breath, she reached behind her back and pulled her top off, revealing a lacy bra that strained to contain her massive breasts.

Without a word, she unhooked the clasp. The bra fell away, and her heavy tits spilled free, soft and full, her pink nipples already stiff in the cool air.

“U-Um… Onisaki-san?” Ryuji stammered, eyes wide. “Why did you take your bra off?”

“Just shut up and be quiet,” Kirara snapped, her voice sharp but trembling. She was clearly uncomfortable, but for Ryuji’s sake, she was willing to go this far.

She leaned forward, pressing her warm, bare breasts around his throbbing cock. The sensation was overwhelming soft skin enveloping him completely. Kirara squeezed them together with both hands, applying firm pressure as she slowly slid her tits up and down his shaft.

‘I’m actually getting a paizuri…’ Ryuji thought, dazed. ‘I never imagined this would happen in my life… But then again, this is an eroge world.’

Kirara kept moving, her soft, heavy breasts gliding along his length with rhythmic strokes. Occasionally she paused, dipped her head, and gave the swollen tip a slow, wet lick followed by a quick, teasing suck—her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before she returned to her tits.

“I-I can’t keep it in… I’m cumming!” Ryuji groaned.

Thick white cum erupted from his cock, splattering across Kirara’s breasts. She gasped quietly but didn’t pull away, letting him empty himself all over her chest.

Even after he finished, his cock remained rock-hard, twitching between her breasts. A wave of exhaustion washed over Ryuji, his eyelids growing heavy as the intense pleasure drained his strength. But before he could drift off, he felt fresh pressure around his cock. Kirara had squeezed her cum covered breasts together again.

“O-Onisaki-san! What are you doing?!” he yelped.

“Your cock still hasn’t gone soft,” she replied, though her cheeks were flushed deep red. She began sliding her tits up and down his shaft once more. “We’re not stopping until it goes limp.”

Ryuji’s eyes widened in disbelief. This is going to be a long time.

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Victor was waiting for a prostitute to show up. His eyes were blurry, barely seeing anything thanks to drinking a bunch of liquor and the effect of the aphrodisiac. Damn Oboro. He wasn't comfortable sleeping with strangers, so the alcohol would help numb that part of him.

Then the door opened, revealing Kurenai in black lingerie. "Victor, we couldn't find a prostitute willing to do it with you." Of course, that was a lie. Kurenai wanted to do it with Victor and disliked the idea of him sleeping with a stranger.

"Kurenai? Whatever. Just give me a handjob and get this over with." Victor didn't care. He just wanted the pain to go away and go to sleep.

Kurenai’s heart pounded with a mix of nervousness and desperate desire. She didn’t just want to pleasure Victor—she wanted to make him understand her feelings through her body.

She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Her slick pussy hovered just above his throbbing, erect cock, so close that the heat radiating from her folds brushed against his sensitive tip.

“Kurenai?” Victor’s eyes widened in confusion, then alarm as realization hit him. “Wait—stop! This is serious. We can’t—”

But it was too late.

With a determined breath, Kurenai lowered herself sharply, plunging down onto him in one smooth motion. Victor’s thick cock stretched her tight walls as he sank deep inside her pussy, filling her completely in a single thrust. A sharp moan escaped her lips at the sudden fullness.

Victor groaned loudly, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Fuck… Kurenai! You’re so tight…”

A sharp sting tore through her core the moment her virginity was taken. A thin trail of blood trickled down Victor’s shaft, mixing with her juices. The pain was intense, making her eyes water, but she refused to stop.

She began moving her hips slowly, rocking back and forth despite the burning ache. Each small movement sent discomfort radiating through her body, yet she endured it for him. Gradually, the pain started to fade, and replace it with a build up of pleasure.

“Ah… it hurts… but…” Kurenai breathed shakily, her voice trembling as the discomfort melted into something far sweeter. Her hips began to move with more confidence, sliding up and down his length as growing pleasure clouded her mind.

Victor’s breathing grew ragged, his fingers digging harder into Kurenai’s hips. He could feel his climax rapidly approaching.

“Kurenai… pull out,” he groaned urgently. “Please—”

But she didn’t listen. Instead, she slammed her hips down faster, riding him with reckless movements, her tight pussy squeezing around his throbbing cock.

“If you don’t stop, I’m really going to hate you for this!”

Kurenai’s eyes widened in shock and pain. She immediately lifted her hips, pulling herself off his cock just as he reached his limit.

The moment she freed him, Victor let out a groan. Thick cum erupted from his cock, splattering across her stomach, her breasts, and dripping down her thighs. His body shuddered violently beneath her as he came hard.

It was finally over. Victor let out a long, exhausted breath, his body heavy with fatigue. Now I can finally fall asleep…

BANG!

The door suddenly burst open with a loud crash. Felicia stood in the doorway, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fiery determination. “I knew it! You were having sex with Victor!”

“W-wait, Felicia! T-This isn’t what it looks like—!” Kurenai stammered, still flushed and naked on top of him.

Felicia didn’t listen. She marched straight to the bed, shoved Kurenai aside, and climbed on top of Victor. Her soft small breasts pressed against his chest as she stared down at him with intense, longing eyes.

“I’ve waited for a long time…” she whispered, voice trembling with emotion. “Ever since the day you saved my life. Now I can finally make love to my knight.”

This is going to be a long night…

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After finishing dinner with Mizuki, Tatsurou stepped outside, a warm, nostalgic feeling lingering in his chest. The two had spent most of the evening reminiscing about their childhood, and Shiranui had listened with a fond smile the entire time.

“Well, I’m heading out now,” Tatsurou said with a soft smile. “See you later, Yukikaze.”

“Wait!” Yukikaze suddenly called out. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink as she fidgeted with her fingers. “Um… we haven’t gone on a date yet. So… I was thinking… Maybe tomorrow we could go into the city together?”

Tatsurou’s heart skipped a beat. A bright blush spread across his face, but he couldn’t hide the happy grin that followed.

“I’d love that,” he replied. “I have to meet Ryuji-senpai in the morning, but I should be free by 12:30. Is that okay?”

Yukikaze’s expression lit up. “Alright then. You better dress nicely and be on time.” She tried to sound stern, but the excited smile on her face completely betrayed her.

Then they finally parted ways. As Tatsurou walked home, the realization fully sank in. ‘This is it. I’m finally going on a real date with Yukikaze!’ All of this was thanks to Ryuji-senpai’s help.

“Ryuji-senpai! Thank you!!!!” He shouted joyfully. If anyone had looked closely, they might have seen the faint appearance of Ryuji, giving a big thumbs-up and a wink before vanishing with a satisfied grin.

“What are you doing shouting at the sky, weirdo?” Tatsurou jumped at the sudden voice. A boy around his age had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, with a smirk.

“You’re Akiyama Tatsurou, right? I’m one of the guys who got injected with Muroi’s artificial ninja art.”

Tatsurou’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly forced a friendly smile. “Y-Yeah, that’s me. What are you doing here? Were you looking for me?”

“Yeah. I wanted to invite you to our group chat,” the boy said, pulling out his phone. “And also to tell you to come to the academy tomorrow so we can officially welcome you into the group.”

“I-I see. I’ll give you my number right away.”

The boy nodded, then his smirk turned lecherous. “Oh, and one more thing… Can you start working on corrupting your sister? I’ve always wanted to bang that hot body of hers.”

Tatsurou’s blood instantly ran hot with anger. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, but he forced himself to stay calm, swallowing his rage. “Y-Yeah… sure,” he replied through gritted teeth. “But it’s going to take a while. She is my sister, after all.”

“Really?” The boy laughed. “I figured you are going to reject. But damn, even the little brother of that popular hot Taimanin can’t resist her allure, huh? Makes sense. Anyway, see you tomorrow.” With a casual wave, the boy turned and walked off.

Tatsurou stood there, trembling with fury. He desperately wanted to punch that smug face in, but he held himself back. ‘I’ll wait for Ryuji-senpai to return first… before I do anything drastic.’

Letting out a deep, frustrated breath, Tatsurou turned and quickly headed home, to finally end the night.