Tenra had promised Kunou he'd help rescue her mother, but there was no need to rush. They didn't even know where the enemy was hiding yet.
Azazel's assessment was reassuring: Lady Yasaka was safe for now, likely still somewhere in Kyoto.
As the ancient Nine-Tailed Fox, Yasaka was more than a ruler—she was the spiritual linchpin of the city, gathering and balancing the energies that flowed through Kyoto. If she left or was killed, the entire city would unravel, its supernatural equilibrium shattered.
Kyoto showed no signs of chaos. That meant Yasaka was alive, and her kidnappers were probably still close by.
After some back-and-forth, the plan was set: the yokai would search for clues first, with devils and fallen angels lending support. Serafall would stay on as their official contact. Until the enemy surfaced, Tenra's group would keep up the school trip routine and remain on standby.
They lingered in Ura-Kyoto until nightfall. When they finally returned to the human world, darkness had already settled in.
"Alright, everyone—head back and get some rest. The yokai business isn't yours to worry about. Tomorrow, we pick up where we left off."
Tenra clapped his hands, dismissing the kendo club girls.
"Yes, President!"
For the girls, today had been a wild ride—there was no way they'd sleep tonight, not with adrenaline still coursing through their veins.
After saying their goodbyes, Tenra went upstairs with Asia and Ravel to their suite on the inn's top floor.
After a quick shower, Tenra flopped onto the bed and opened a group chat with Rias, Akeno, and the others. Before long, Asia and Ravel emerged, dressed for trouble.
Ravel wore her usual scandalous "queen" outfit—she always found ways to tease her master. But tonight, Tenra blinked in surprise: even Asia was dressed up.
"T-Tenra-san, please don't look…"
Asia's cheeks burned as she tried to cover herself, mortified. No need to ask—Ravel had clearly talked her into it. Sweet, innocent Asia would never have done this on her own.
It was always like this at home, too. Akeno and the others loved teasing Asia into lewd costumes. She'd refuse at first, but whenever someone whispered, "Tenra would like it," Asia would force herself, blushing all the way. That was just her—hopelessly pure and devoted.
With Ravel in that outfit, Tenra knew exactly what she wanted: to be ravished. But Asia… she made him want to corrupt her, to defile every bit of that innocence.
"Both of you. Come here."
Tenra's voice was low, commanding.
Ravel flashed a wicked smile, nudged Asia into Tenra's arms, then licked her lips and joined in herself.
Indulgence gave way to depravity. Soon, the room rang with the girls' breathless, ecstatic cries…
"N-not bad at all, President!"
"That's Ravel-senpai's voice! Oh, now it's Asia-chan!"
Face flushed, Aika Kiryuu pressed her ear to the door, panting with excitement.
Beside her, Murayama and Katase huddled on the floor, mortified and limp.
This is too much. So embarrassing. All Kiryuu's fault for dragging us here…
I want to leave, but… but…
I also want to keep listening!
Who knew how long it lasted? When Ravel's final "tragic" scream echoed, the room finally fell quiet.
"I-is it over?" Murayama whispered.
The three girls had gone completely limp. Meeting each other's eyes, they saw the same embarrassment and shock.
That was hours…
President's too much. Are Ravel-senpai and Asia-chan even alive?
Just then—
Click. The door swung open. Tenra stood before them.
"P-President, we… we…"
Even Aika froze, caught red-handed.
We've been discovered!
Tenra's smile was dangerous. "Enjoyed yourselves out here?"
Heads shook, then nodded, then shook again—none of them could think straight.
"Murayama, Katase. Go get some sleep. We've got activities tomorrow."
He stroked their foreheads, gentle but firm.
"Yes, President!" they blurted, almost on instinct.
Tenra let them go and turned his gaze on Aika.
"As for Kiryuu…"
A cruel smile played at his lips. Without another word, he grabbed her and dragged her into his room. The door slammed shut behind them.
For a moment, the world was silent. Murayama and Katase could only hear their own pounding hearts.
Faces burning, they swallowed hard. It took a long moment for them to process what had happened.
Kiryuu got dragged inside!!!
"M-Murayama, what do we do?"
"Let's go back. President's orders."
"Yeah…"
Neither mentioned Kiryuu again, as if they'd chosen to forget her.
Supporting each other, they staggered away. But before they'd gone far, another girl's "scream" rang out from Tenra's room.
This time, it was Kiryuu's.
Next morning—
"Good morning."
Freshly washed and dressed, the girls emerged from their rooms, exchanging greetings.
"Murayama, Katase, did you not sleep last night?"
Seeing their dark circles and exhausted faces, one girl asked.
"Yeah, a little…" Murayama mumbled, nodding guiltily.
They hadn't just slept poorly—they hadn't slept at all.
"Hehe, after seeing all those yokai with President yesterday, I was too excited to sleep too. Where's Kiryuu? She shares your room, right?"
"K-Kiryuu said she wanted to sleep a bit more."
"I see. Let's get breakfast first, forget about her."
"Yeah, you go ahead."
Relieved no one pressed further, Murayama and Katase breathed out long sighs.
They exchanged a glance, embarrassment mirrored in their eyes. Who knew what had become of Kiryuu—but last night, President definitely "bullied" her.
While the two girls shyly overthought everything, on the inn's top floor, in Tenra's room—
Asia, devout and holy, prayed to her Lord as always. Ravel, as usual, serviced her master.
But this time, Aika Kiryuu joined them.
Much later, the two wicked women finally sat up, licking their lips with lingering satisfaction.
"Hehehe, President, I did pretty well, right?"
Aika put on her glasses, giggling.
"Yeah. Not bad."
Tenra's mouth twitched. He knew this perverted girl was different, but was she adapting a little too fast?
"Ravel-senpai's real name is Ravel, right? What's your relationship with President, exactly? Your true face under that cute disguise is really something. Please take care of me from now on!"
Aika's eyes sparkled as she sized up Ravel.
After last night and just now, they weren't just juniors and seniors anymore—they were real "comrades."
"I'm just Master's tool. Welcome to the group."
Ravel smiled, welcoming Aika. Though she wouldn't admit it, this woman had a wicked potential rivaling any fallen angel. Ravel quietly tagged her as dangerous.
"T-tool?!"
"President, you like playing with this kind of dynamic too?!"
Aika stared at Tenra in disbelief.
"A tool is a tool. What, want to try it yourself?"
Tenra's lips curled as he lifted her chin.
"Heh… hehehe…"
"President, please use me as a tool too!"
Aika's breathing quickened, her eyes shining with excitement—something inside her had just awakened.
"If you want it, I'll make sure you're satisfied."
Tenra's mouth twitched again. Since this perverted girl was asking for it, he'd make sure to fulfill her wishes.
"Um, President, is Asia-chan your tool too?"
Aika glanced at Asia.
"No. Asia is my believer, and I am her Lord God."
Tenra shook his head.
"Asia-chan's… Lord God!"
Aika's jaw dropped. Asia's Lord God was actually their President?!
No wonder Asia prayed to him. She'd thought… she'd thought…
Her whole body felt like it was boiling—tools, believers, and everything in between.
Too wicked. Her President was just too wicked!
But why did that make her even more excited?!
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