"Monster... You're a monster..."
Bruised and beaten, the big guy stared at Aika Kiryuu in terror. She'd flattened all of them—barely breaking a sweat.
First they called her trash, now a freak? Did they really think she had no bite?
Aika's lips curled into a cold smile. She raised her foot and stomped down—hard.
A howl ripped through the air, raw and agonized. The big guy doubled over, clutching his groin, face ghost-white as he writhed on the ground.
Tenra watched with a hint of pity. Of all the people to piss off, he chose a girl? Some guys really were born to suffer.
"President, let's go."
Aika dusted off her hands, striding back to Tenra's side. She looked positively refreshed.
"Yeah."
Tenra nodded, and together they walked off, leaving behind a pile of broken, miserable boys questioning their life choices.
"Guess that's it for today's date. You should head home early, Kiryuu."
Night had fallen. At the crossroads, Tenra stopped, ready to say goodbye.
"President, I... I..." Aika bit her lip, hesitating.
"Something else on your mind, Kiryuu?"
Tenra caught the shift in her mood.
"President... Do you think I'm a bad girl?"
She finally blurted it out, voice trembling with vulnerability.
Tenra almost laughed. "Why would you ask that?"
"I mean... I'm a girl, but I love perverted jokes. The boys hate me, call me trash. Don't you think I'm disgusting?"
Her fists clenched tight, eyes shining with emotion.
So that was it—the tough act, the crude jokes, all a shield. Deep down, she cared.
"Well, you do like dirty jokes, and you're not exactly popular with the guys. But so what? I don't think you're disgusting."
"You're mischievous, sure. A little scheming. You love teasing other girls. But you look out for your friends. You stand up for girls who get bullied."
"That's the Kiryuu I know. Not only do I not dislike you—I actually admire you."
Aika's head snapped up, eyes misty behind her glasses.
"President, I... I..."
No one had ever said that to her before. She was overwhelmed.
Tenra reached out, gently brushing her forehead. "Just a few nice words and you're already this moved?"
Aika puffed her cheeks, stubborn. "Hmph! Who told you to be so sly? Can't I get emotional for once?"
Classic Aika—bouncing back in seconds. Tenra almost felt cheated; he'd been ready to comfort her for hours.
"President, um... Close your eyes for a second..."
She blushed, gathering her courage.
Tenra just sighed, shaking his head. He didn't need to guess—he knew what she wanted.
Instead, he lifted her chin and kissed her.
He could play the gentle game, but Tenra always preferred directness—bold, unambiguous.
Aika's eyes went wide in shock. She hadn't even made a move, and he'd already stolen her first kiss.
She melted—unable to resist, swept away by the electric rush.
"How was it, Kiryuu?"
Tenra smiled as their lips parted, holding the girl who'd gone limp in his arms.
She was clumsy, inexperienced—no doubt, that was her first kiss.
"President, I... I..." Aika tried to speak, dazed, but Tenra kissed her again before she could finish.
Aika's mind spun. Damn President, at least let me say something! But the feeling was too good, and she quickly surrendered, lost in the moment.
"Kiryuu, listen up. From now on, you're not allowed to date any other guys."
"You belong to me. Only me."
His voice was low, possessive, right at her ear.
"Yes, President..."
Aika gazed up at the boy she loved and admired, utterly entranced.
Tenra hadn't planned on this at first, but after their date—and stealing her first kiss—he wasn't about to let anyone else touch her.
As for Aika, refusing wasn't even an option. Faced with the boy she idolized, she had no reason to say no.
After their farewell kiss, they didn't go any further. Tenra watched her leave, a soft smile playing on his lips.
He could have claimed her completely tonight—if he wanted. But for Tenra, taking a girl's body was easy. What he truly enjoyed was the process: the love, the teasing, the slow, delicious conquest.
He'd pay more attention to Aika from now on. When she was perfectly trained, he'd savor her fully.
Life quickly returned to normal. With summer vacation approaching, the school buzzed with excitement.
Of course, to really enjoy the break, everyone had to pass their finals. Fail a class, and your "happy summer" turned into remedial hell.
Not that Tenra or Rias's girls worried—they could ace any test without breaking a sweat. Even Tenra, who spent class doodling and passing notes, could breeze through exams.
Gasper had moved in with Azazel. He'd whined and begged to come home at first, but after Azazel had a talk with him, he showed up before Tenra, eyes blazing with determination, swearing he'd become a real man.
Tenra had heard that speech a hundred times before, but this time, he couldn't help feeling a little hope.
Incidentally, Issei Hyoudou was back at school.
No one knew how, but Ravel's curse on him had vanished, and he was his old self again—full of energy. Tenra was genuinely surprised.
Not that he cared much. Issei had lost his protagonist's halo, and Tenra could barely muster any interest.
He knew Issei was hiding something, always acting mysterious. But as long as he didn't do anything stupid, Tenra wasn't going to waste his time digging. No one else seemed to care, either.
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