Dawn crept in. Tenra yawned, blinking awake to the soft warmth of bodies pressed against him.
Irina was still wrapped around his waist, Rias curled up on his arm like a red-haired kitten. On either side, Yubelluna, Tosca, Mihae, Raynare, Mittelt, and Kalawarner were tangled together in a heap of bare limbs and tousled hair.
A depraved, beautiful tableau—he couldn't help but smile.
"Mmm…"
Rias murmured, nuzzling deeper into his chest before drifting back to sleep.
Tenra's lips quirked. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, unable to resist her cuteness.
They'd crossed every line together now, truly become one. At first, Rias had blushed furiously at the idea of sharing him with the others, convinced it was too shameful—too wicked.
But after a few private nights under his relentless attention, she'd discovered a mortifying truth: Tenra was simply too much for her alone.
Every time, she ended up utterly defeated—sometimes even fainting before he'd finally let her rest. Embarrassed beyond words, Rias had ultimately joined forces with Irina and Yubelluna to take him on together.
It hadn't helped. Even united, the girls still lost spectacularly.
Recalling how Rias had begged for mercy beneath him last night, Tenra couldn't help but savor the memory. Normally, he'd be up for a round of morning exercise, but after last night's marathon, the girls were exhausted. He decided to let them sleep.
Careful not to disturb them, Tenra dressed and slipped from the room. Time to stretch his legs—maybe get in some long-overdue morning training.
He made his way to the main hall. "Morning, Asia."
Asia was bustling about, helping Meru and Birent prepare breakfast for everyone.
"O-oh, good morning, Tenra-san!"
Her cheeks bloomed pink as she glanced up, flustered.
Tenra paused, sensing something odd. He looked her over—and froze.
Asia was wearing nothing but a pink apron.
He blinked. Once. Twice. Processing.
"Asia, you—"
"Ah! Don't look!"
Before he could finish, Asia's face went scarlet. She spun around to flee, but in doing so, revealed even more of her bare skin beneath the apron's hem.
Tenra had long since memorized every inch of her, but somehow this—this "naked apron" look—sent a fresh surge of heat through him.
No way he was letting her escape now.
In a flash, he blocked her path, catching her in his arms.
"T-Tenra-san, I… I…"
Asia's heart hammered like a trapped rabbit. She was trembling, mortified.
"Asia, who put you up to this?" he whispered, softening his voice as he stroked her hair.
Asia was pure to the core—even after all he'd done with her, she would never try something so bold on her own.
"M-Meru-san and Birent-san… they said…"
She couldn't meet his eyes, voice barely a whisper.
Just as he suspected. Tenra called out toward the kitchen, "Meru, Birent!"
The two women emerged, both dressed identically—nothing but aprons.
"Do you like it, Tenra-sama?" Meru twirled, grinning. "We've wanted to try this forever, but Gasper was always around. Now we can finally cut loose."
Birent giggled, spinning playfully. "We told Asia you'd love it, but she decided for herself."
"So embarrassed, but she tried so hard for you. Don't you think she deserves a reward?" Meru teased.
Tenra looked down at Asia, surprised. "Is that true?"
Asia's blush deepened. She peeked up at him, eyes shining with hope. "Um… do you… like it?"
He smiled, warmth flooding his chest. "I love it, Asia. More than anything."
Obedient, sweet, gentle—absolutely devoted. How could he not love her? Feeling his restraint fray, Tenra scooped Asia into his arms and headed for her room.
"You two, come as well."
Meru and Birent exchanged a glance, cheeks flushed, and hurried after him.
Tenra had planned on morning training, but that idea was gone now—he only wanted to indulge.
He didn't take the girls all the way this time, but there were plenty of ways to enjoy his "delicate lambs." Soon, the room was filled with soft, musical moans.
Sometime later—
Tenra, finally sated, gazed at the three girls sprawled on the floor, aprons in tatters, skin marked by the evidence of his passion.
He let out a long, contented sigh. "I really am getting more depraved…"
Breakfast was definitely going to be late today.
Tenra left the room, while Asia, Meru, and Birent lay there a moment longer, faces burning. Before the other girls noticed, they scrambled to clean themselves up.
Kuoh Academy, Student Council Room
"So this is your Kendo Club's end-of-term report?"
Sona Sitri flipped through the pages with a frown.
"Ahem… does it really need to be that strict, Sona?" Tenra scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
Every club had to submit a report at the end of the semester. As club president, he couldn't skip it—but he'd dashed it off in five minutes. No wonder Sona looked so unimpressed.
"Rewrite it." She handed it back, voice cool and crisp.
"Come on, Sona, can't you cut me some slack? We're friends, right?"
"Rewrite it." Not a hint of compromise.
They locked eyes in a silent standoff. Finally, Tenra threw up his hands.
"Fine, fine, I'll rewrite it."
Sona's icy mask cracked; a tiny smile tugged at her lips.
"Summer break's almost here. Any plans with Rias?"
"She's heading home to the Gremory estate. I'll be visiting the Phoenix family myself."
He wasn't sure why Sona was asking, but he answered honestly.
"I'll be returning to the Sitri territory as well. But it won't be long before we see each other again."
Tenra raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why's that?"
"You haven't heard? As usual, the Maou will soon host a gathering for young devils. Rias and I are expected to attend, of course. Normally, only pure-bloods are invited, but with your reputation, I expect you'll receive an invitation soon."
Tenra nodded, unconcerned. "If you and Rias are going, I'll show up too."
Sona's eyes narrowed. "Don't take it lightly! You've impressed a lot of people, but there are still plenty in the Underworld who obsess over bloodlines. They might target you."
Tenra shrugged. "I'm a half-devil, half-human. That's not changing. I am who I am—let them think what they want."
He grinned at her. "Still, thanks for worrying about me, Sona."
"Hmph. Just friendly advice. Don't flatter yourself." But her gaze flicked away, betraying a hint of embarrassment.
Tenra smirked but let it go. After a quick farewell, he left the student council room.
"A gathering of young devils, huh…"
He murmured to himself, eyes sharpening.
Let's hope none of those bloodline-obsessed idiots show up. If they do… well, he'd be happy to teach them some manners.
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