The late afternoon sun painted the sky in warm amber and crimson, casting a golden glow over Kuoh Town. I waited at the fountain in Central Park, fidgeting with my shirt collar. I'd gone for my best look, which basically meant clean jeans, a shirt that wasn't wrinkled, and my hair combed for once.
Then I saw her.
Akeno.
She walked toward me with the kind of grace you usually only saw in movies—her long, black hair catching the breeze just enough to seem effortless. She wore a light lavender blouse that hugged her just enough to highlight her shape without being overly flashy and a flowing black skirt that kissed the tops of her knees. Her violet eyes gleamed with amusement as she caught me staring.
"Ufufu, am I late?" she asked.
"No, not at all," I replied, quickly standing straight and trying not to look too obviously breathless. "You look… amazing."
"Why, thank you," she said, stepping closer. Her perfume hit me gently, soft and floral, and for a moment I forgot how to speak. She slipped her arm through mine and whispered, "Let's make this evening count, shall we?"
We started with a stroll through the park, surrounded by couples walking hand in hand and kids chasing each other near the trees. I'd planned for something simple—mostly because I wasn't confident in pulling off anything grand. But Akeno didn't seem to mind. In fact, she looked perfectly content with the little things.
"I never thought I'd get to have a normal moment like this," she said softly, her fingers gently brushing my knuckles.
"You don't get out much?"
"I do," she replied with a smile. "But usually, I'm not walking hand-in-hand with someone who makes my heart beat this fast."
My heart definitely skipped a beat.
We reached a small café at the edge of the park—cozy, tucked between tall pines, with a patio where lanterns glowed softly overhead. I'd reserved a spot here, and thankfully, the waiter led us to it quickly. Our table was beside a window that looked out into the golden horizon.
The conversation flowed effortlessly. We talked about school, battles, funny moments with the ORC, and the time Koneko accidentally punched through a table while trying to open a juice bottle. Akeno laughed at everything—even my bad jokes—and I couldn't stop admiring how relaxed she looked, how genuinely happy.
I didn't know about my previous life, or did I have a lover, or was I ever happy? But the current me really enjoys this life. A goofy, not-so-special—for a devil—life, a life of a little pervert who wants to be a haram king.
I really enjoy this.
As the meal wound down, dessert was served—strawberry shortcake for her, coffee tiramisu for me.
She leaned on one hand, studying me. "Ise-kun."
"Hm?" I looked up.
"Nothing." She said as she looked at me. A small smile formed on her lips. I didn't know what she was thinking.
"You used to be denser than a block of stone. And now… now you're staring at my lips as if you're imagining kissing me."
I looked away.
Ah, Fuck. I don't really like this much sweetness.
She leaned in. "And I like that. I like knowing you're thinking those things."
She said it so calmly, like she was commenting on the weather.
After dessert, we walked again. The park had quieted down, and the stars began to peek through the darkening sky. I walked her toward the fountain where we'd first met earlier that evening.
The water sparkled under the light, and a light breeze rolled in.
Akeno stopped and turned to face me. "You were a perfect gentleman tonight, Ise."
"I tried."
"And now," she said, brushing her fingers along my jaw, "I'd like to thank you properly."
She rose on her toes and, without hesitation, pressed her lips to mine.
Warm. Soft. Not a rushed or desperate kiss—but one that lingered. It tasted of strawberries and something sweeter. Her hand slid behind my neck, pulling me in just a little more. I responded in kind, my heart pounding in my chest, my hands finally settled on her waist.
Sniffff.
Without even thinking She took a big snuff of him and her girls region started to become wet.
When she pulled back, she looked satisfied. Flushed cheeks. Slightly uneven breath. And her underwear went through some crises.
"Akeno…"
She placed a finger to my lips. "Shh. Let's keep this a secret, shall we?"
"Huh? But—why?"
She giggled quietly and whispered into my ear, "Because… they love you too, Ise-kun. Deeply. Rias is my best friend, and Asia is like a little sister to me. I can't bear to see either of them hurt. If they knew, even something as simple as this… they'd feel betrayed. Especially Rias."
"And while I don't mind sharing you…" She paused and gently nipped my earlobe, making me shudder. "...I love the idea of being the one you turn to when you want to let your darker side out."
Her voice was silky and playful but underlined with something deeper.
"You mean like a… mistress?" I asked, throat dry.
"Mmm… I love how that word sounds in your mouth." She leaned her forehead against mine. "There's something delicious about being the one who has your secrets. Your unspoken wants. The part of you you don't show the others."
"Though… I did think about it."
"About what?"
"Booking a hotel room. Spending the night with you. Letting you forget the world and everything in it, even just for a little while."
She looked at me then—seriously.
"But I won't. Because if I did that now… it would be crossing a line I can't uncross. Not while Rias still hasn't said what's truly in her heart. And not while Asia is still growing into hers."
I nodded again. Not because I agreed out of duty, but because I respected her even more for that choice.
She sighed, rising from the bench. "It's getting late."
"I should walk you home," I said.
She nodded, her hand finding mine.
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