"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 356: Paradise of the Onee-samas
Deep in the woods, Cao Cao and Georg's battered crew raced through the undergrowth, urgency in every step.
A single vial of Phoenix Tears had restored Cao Cao's wounds completely. The operation was a disaster—True Longinus gone, plans in ruins—but he wasn't the kind of man to stay down for long. Already, he was plotting his comeback.
Suddenly, a shaft of golden light split the sky. It coalesced into an immense figure, blocking their path.
"Well, well... if it isn't Lord Indra himself. What brings the Emperor of the Thirty-Three Heavens down to the mortal realm?"
Cao Cao's group halted at once.
Indra—Deva King, ruler of Mount Sumeru, the legendary god who crushed the Asura King. Among the strongest of all pantheons, his power was unmatched.
"Because of you, Cao Cao."
Indra's eyes were cold. "Even with all your preparation, you failed. The Hero Faction's schemes have crumbled. That brat Tenra took every last Longinus you had. You really lost, didn't you?"
His words were merciless. Georg and Siegfried bristled, but only Cao Cao managed a wry smile.
None of them dared challenge Indra. Not now.
"We lost, yes. So, have you come to punish us, Lord Indra?"
Cao Cao didn't bother with excuses.
"Punish? Something like that. Frankly, you're not worth my attention anymore. But to make sure you don't leak my involvement, I suppose I'll have to dispose of you."
Indra nodded, matter-of-fact.
The threat couldn't have been clearer. Cao Cao's group tensed, every sense on edge.
"Come on, Lord Indra. You really think killing us will keep the Underworld from sniffing out your meddling?"
Cao Cao's tone was sardonic, eyes narrowed.
"They might suspect, but as long as there's no proof, I'm safe."
Indra's lips curled. "Relax. I won't kill you outright. Hades is furious about this fiasco, and I owe him an explanation. You may have lost your Sacred Gears, but your minds and skills are still useful. Hades rather likes you. You'll be spending some time in the Netherworld."
He gestured. "Don't bother resisting. Your escorts are here."
As his words fell, Grim Reapers rose from the ground, scythes gleaming, surrounding them in an unbreakable ring.
Cold-blooded bastard. Cao Cao sighed. In their current state, facing Indra and a squad of Reapers, resistance was pointless.
Fine. The Netherworld, then. Someday, he'd claw his way back.
Following Roygun and her retinue, Tenra and his companions arrived at the heart of the Belfengor estate.
"Welcome home, Lady Roygun."
The grand doors, carved with intricate patterns, swung open. Dozens of figures stepped out in perfect formation, heads bowed in greeting.
For Underworld nobility, a crowd of maids and servants was routine. Tenra had seen it all before.
But this time, something was different. The ones welcoming Roygun weren't ordinary maids—they were all tall, elegantly dressed, and strikingly beautiful women.
Onee-samas. Everywhere.
Each possessed a regal bearing, graceful movements, and faces that could stop hearts. If not for their deference to Roygun, no one would guess these refined women were mere household servants.
"Dilya, did you miss me?"
Roygun reached out, stroking the cheek of a red-haired beauty at the front.
"Every moment, Lady Roygun."
A blush colored Dilya's face as she gazed up, utterly devoted.
It was almost too perfect—a scene of beauty and harmony. Yubelluna's group looked away, embarrassed. Even Tenra found himself averting his eyes.
This household head really knows how to enjoy herself...
"Come in, Tenra Kamiyo. Allow me to properly thank you."
Roygun turned, her smile inviting.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Roygun."
Tenra replied politely, following her inside with the rest.
The Belfengor mansion was vast and opulent, rivaling the Gremory and Phoenix estates. Yet, aside from Roygun's household and the welcoming party of onee-samas, the place felt almost empty—a private paradise.
Not that Tenra intended to pry. Everyone had their quirks.
"Dilya, prepare dinner. Tenra Kamiyo and his friends are my honored guests."
Roygun's tone was commanding but warm.
"Yes, Lady Roygun."
Dilya spared Tenra a curious glance before departing with a dozen other beauties.
"Lady Roygun, your bath is ready."
Two more onee-samas approached, earning an appreciative caress from Roygun.
"So thoughtful, my darlings."
She turned to Tenra, arms around her servants' waists. "You should bathe as well. I'll have fresh clothes prepared."
"Thank you."
Tenra had grown used to Roygun's playful style. After the frontlines and his brutal fight with Cao Cao, a bath sounded heavenly.
Yubelluna's group was led away to their own baths and changing rooms. As the only man, Tenra was taken to a private bathing chamber.
He slipped into the warm water, closing his eyes as tension melted away. For days, he'd been fighting nonstop—rarely a chance to relax like this.
As his body unwound, Roygun's image drifted into his mind. That woman really did have unique tastes. Her servants, her household—even she herself—were all gorgeous, mature women with flawless figures.
The Belfengor estate was a paradise for onee-sama lovers. Judging by Roygun's earlier affection, she probably enjoyed plenty of "games" with her staff.
What a fascinating household head...
Just as Tenra was losing himself in idle fantasy, the bathroom door creaked open. Two tall figures stepped inside...
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