"I feel like you said that because you like his fighting style or something," she teased. "And on that note, what was with you when you were fighting Kokabiel? You looked like a completely different person. Can you explain what happened?"
Her voice wasn't accusing—more curious, concerned—but it still hit me like a spear.
I turned my face away, staring at the ceiling. The memory of Balance Breaker gnawed at me.
But I couldn't explain it. Not fully. Like what would I even say. I released my past self, or something.
"…I don't know," I muttered.
For a moment, silence hung heavy between us. I could feel her eyes on me, like she was trying to read past my words, strip away the walls I put up.
Then, softly, she said, "I know you're lying."
My chest tightened for some reason.
She didn't stop there. Her voice was steady, calm, but something warmer hid under it. "I don't know why you feel like you can't tell me. But if you're not comfortable talking with me about it… I won't force you."
I turned my head slowly to meet her eyes.
And in that instant, something inside me froze.
The way she looked at me—accepting, patient, even though she knew I was hiding something—struck harder than any of Kokabiel's spears or Albion's fists. It wasn't disappointment. It wasn't anger. It was… trust.
I found myself staring, memorizing every line of her face, every flicker of her expression. Her crimson hair framed her like a halo of fire, her eyes steady oceans that refused to waver.
And I thought—no, I remembered.
I'd fallen for her before.
Not in this exact way, not in this exact moment, but somewhere, sometime, I knew the feeling. That desperate, helpless tug in my chest, the ache that said, this is someone I want to protect, no matter what.
Maybe what I feeling right now, is my Issei side acting up. But I like this feeling. It felt so simple.
Before I could think, before I could stop myself, I shifted. My body leaned forward, pulling me closer to her.
Her eyes widened slightly as my face came level with hers, but she didn't pull away.
I didn't hesitate.
I closed the gap, pressing my lips to hers.
Her lips were soft, warm, tasting faintly of something sweet. My bandaged hands twitched, aching to reach out, to pull her closer, but the pain kept me still. It didn't matter. The kiss wasn't about possession. It was a confession without words.
For a heartbeat, I thought she might push me away. But I remember that, I already have sex with her.
And when I finally pulled back, breath shallow, I kept my eyes locked on hers.
"…Rias," I whispered.
Her cheeks carried the faintest blush, her lips parted as though she wanted to speak but couldn't find the words.
Her hand slowly move towards my dick.
"Feel like you are really active it this area." Rias tease as her hand tightly gip mt cock. "Do you what me to calm him down with my mouth."
I don't even think twice, my head was already give multiple nodding.
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Rias's delicate hand wrap around my throbbing cock, her fingers barely able to encircle its girth. I let out a shuddering gasp, hips bucking slightly into her touch as jolts of pleasure shot through me. Rias smirked, giving my dick a teasing squeeze and stroking it slowly from base to tip.
"Mmm, you're so hard and active down here," she purred, admiring my rock-solid erection. "It seems your cock is just begging for attention."
It felt like, she became a entirely different person.
Before I could respond, Rias leaned down, her crimson hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked up at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes, full of lust and desire, before taking my cock into her warm, wet mouth. A low moan escaped my lips as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had already formed.
Rias took more of my length into her mouth, her soft lips stretching around my thick shaft as she began to bob her head. The sensation of her hot, eager mouth engulfing my cock was incredible, and I tangled my fingers in her silky hair, guiding her movements. She took me deeper, inch by inch, until I felt the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat.
Rias didn't gag or pull away, instead, she relaxed her throat muscles and took me even deeper, swallowing around my cock. The feeling of her tight throat squeezing and massaging my sensitive flesh was mind-blowing. I groaned loudly, my grip tightening in her hair as I rolled my hips, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts.
She picked up the pace, sucking me with more enthusiasm, her head moving faster over my lap. The obscene sound of her slurping filled the room, mixing with my grunts and moans. I could feel my balls tightening, the pressure building as my orgasm approached rapidly.
Rias seemed to sense my impending release, and she doubled her efforts. She took my cock right to the hilt, her nose pressing against my pubic bone as she swallowed around me. The sensation was too much, and with a loud cry of Rias's name, I came hard.
Thick ropes of hot, sticky cum shot down her throat as I emptied my heavy balls. Rias swallowed it all greedily, not letting a single drop go to waste.
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