"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 360: Conquer Her, No Matter What
Morning crept in, soft and hazy, as Tenra cracked open his eyes. His head throbbed—just a dull ache, but enough to remind him he was alive.
"Mmm…"
A woman's muffled whimper. Only then did he realize: Roygun, Belphegor's formidable clan head, was tangled around him like an octopus, limbs tight and possessive. On either side, a dozen more beautiful bodies sprawled in disarray.
Last night's memories surged back, relentless and vivid. Tenra couldn't help but smile wryly.
So much for being the hunter—he'd been outfoxed, outnumbered, and utterly ravished by a horde of insatiable women.
Sure, he'd come out ahead… but there was a sting to it. A faint, lingering sense of defeat.
Cherry-pink hair spilled over Roygun's shoulders, her flawless face streaked with the remnants of tears. Not sorrowful, not pained—just pure, unfiltered joy.
No one who hadn't lived through last night could ever grasp that kind of madness. These women, starved for who knows how long, had come at him like wild animals, relentless and desperate. Good thing it was him—anyone else would've been drained dry and left for dead.
Even now, the memory sent a shiver down his spine. Bodies stretched to their limits, voices begging for more, hunger that bordered on insanity.
Untangling himself from the mess of limbs, Tenra scooped Roygun into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. Hot water steamed, washing away the traces of chaos.
"Mmm… Am I still alive…?" she murmured, eyes dazed and unfocused.
"Of course you're alive," Tenra grumbled, lips twitching.
Roygun blinked, then looped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a lingering kiss.
"Mmm…"
They stayed locked together until breathless, Roygun finally drawing back, her gaze clear once more.
"I really am alive…" she whispered, voice soft and full of wonder.
Tenra just sighed, expression deadpan.
"Thank you, little man. You finally showed me what it means to be a woman."
"Right back at you. I got more than enough stimulation myself."
"But from now on, you're all mine. Don't forget it."
He lifted her chin, voice dropping—possessive, commanding.
Absurd circumstances or not, what's done was done. Roygun, Ildred, Eunice, and the rest belonged to him now.
"Hehehe… Such a domineering man."
"I suppose I could agree to your terms. My precious girls and I could be your obedient little women."
"But—" Her fingers traced his jaw, eyes glinting with challenge. "Only if you can truly conquer us."
Last night had been wild, sure—but that alone didn't make him the victor.
"The Underworld's still in chaos. I need to get back and help."
Tenra frowned, mind already shifting to war and duty.
"Khaos Brigade's retreated. The Old Satan Faction's finished. Even without us, the war's already decided."
"You've shown us what it means to be women. But if you don't conquer us completely—satisfy us thoroughly—my girls and I might just find other men."
Her slender fingers traced lazy patterns across his chest, voice teasing, eyes daring.
"You wouldn't!" Tenra's eyes flashed, voice dropping to a growl.
He knew she was baiting him. Didn't matter—the thought alone pissed him off. His women, his tools, his playthings—none of them would ever belong to another man.
That was his line. Non-negotiable.
"Whether we dare depends on your choice, my sweet little man."
"Will you chase down a few stragglers, or stay here and conquer us properly? Choose."
Fox-like cunning danced in her eyes as she laid the decision at his feet.
But for Tenra, there was never a choice.
If she wanted to be conquered, then he'd show her exactly what that meant.
"Turn over. Now."
His palm landed with a sharp smack on her perfect, jade-smooth rear, voice low and dangerous.
"Hehehe… Like this?"
Roygun laughed, breathless and knowing, turning obediently and glancing over her shoulder, pure temptation in her gaze.
Tenra closed his eyes, sighing up at the ceiling.
This damn seductress.
Enough talk. He moved behind her, gripped her waist, and—
Dove in, body and soul.
Three days slipped by in the outside world.
The war in the Underworld was over.
No surprises—the allied forces of Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels crushed the Old Satan Faction. The rebels scattered, routed, the survivors crawling into the shadows, unlikely to surface for years.
Reconstruction began. The Underworld celebrated.
But for Tenra, those three days had stretched into three months.
The entire Belphegor estate was sealed inside his [Time Domain]. For three months, Tenra lived buried in women.
Roygun, the beautiful clan head. Yubelluna, Xuelan, the peerage. Ildred, Eunice, and dozens of elegant maids. Every woman in the house—he claimed them all.
Bedrooms, living rooms, kitchens, even the pool and gardens—over three months, the estate became a den of decadent chaos.
Every flavor of madness. Every experience. Every form of indulgence. One man and a legion of women, lost in endless pleasure.
Pressed against her bedroom window, Roygun screamed and writhed, Tenra gripping her demon horns from behind, driving relentlessly.
"AHHH!"
Her head snapped back, body convulsing, voice breaking as she collapsed to the floor.
"Do you submit?!"
Tenra grabbed her cherry-pink hair, voice nearly a roar.
"Yes… yes, I submit."
"I'm yours. We're all yours…"
Her eyes glazed, words forced out with the last of her strength before she slumped, unconscious.
Tenra let her go, chest heaving, gaze sweeping the room—bodies everywhere, Roygun's peerage, maids, even Yubelluna and her crew, all tangled together.
He'd pushed himself to the brink to conquer these women. Each one starved and wild, fighting with the strength of several Rias-level opponents. But in the end, they all yielded.
Finally, it was over. Tenra almost wanted to laugh at the sky.
He released the Time Domain, then collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud…
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