In the top-floor office of the Akatsuki Trading Company headquarters, which stood tall as if dominating Tokyo's night sky.
Beyond the window, the brilliant nightscape sparkled like jewels, but the overwhelming presence of the three people filling the room made that light pale in comparison.
Kanae and Shinobu, having returned after completing their mission, stood before Akira's desk, bowing their heads respectfully.
"Good work. You handled it much faster and cleaner than I expected."
Akira slowly set down the wine glass he was holding, rose from the leather chair, and approached the two.
As he drew near, the sisters' shoulders visibly trembled.
It was from the joy and longing for their master's pheromones—the aura emanating from the absolute ruler.
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
Akira asked in a soft voice as he gently lifted Kanae's chin.
"No, Akira. The power you gave us… it was truly perfect."
Kanae looked up at Akira with a dazed expression.
Her pale cheeks were flushed red from the thrill of battle and her affection for Akira.
"The pleasure of melting that Upper Moon's body with my poison… it was exhilarating. It felt like your hot blood was dancing through my veins."
Shinobu also rubbed her cheek against Akira's pant leg and whispered languidly.
Her usual cool composure was gone, leaving only the instinct of a female craving her master's love.
"Doma was no match for us. We are your creations, after all."
"Excellent. You didn't disappoint me. You are my greatest masterpieces, my proud lovers."
Akira smiled with satisfaction and stroked their heads.
With that single touch, the sisters trembled as if electrified, sinking into ecstasy.
"Now, as promised, I should give you a reward. What do you want? Just name it."
At Akira's question, Kanae and Shinobu looked at each other.
Their eyes met secretly. The answer was already decided.
They slowly rose and pressed close to Akira, seductively.
"We don't need jewel-like cold stones. What we want… is only one thing."
Kanae whispered as she placed her hand on Akira's firm chest. Her nails slowly scratched over his shirt.
"Hold us… Master. With your warmth… cool down the heat of battle."
Shinobu stood on tiptoe and breathed a hot breath into Akira's ear.
"Tonight… fill us sisters with your love. From head to toe… make us yours. We want all of you."
Their eyes gleamed with desire.
It went beyond mere physical pleasure—it was a blind obedience and love rising from the depths of their souls, a longing to be possessed by Akira, their absolute ruler and husband.
At that moment, Benienma, who had been blending into the shadows in a corner of the office, quietly picked up her sword.
She too loved Akira and wanted to be held by him, no less than the sisters.
But today, she decided to yield.
'...Interfering here would be rude,' she thought, chirping softly.
Benienma alternated her gaze between Akira and the sisters, smiling bitterly.
It wasn't without regret, but she maintained the composure befitting an administrator of the underworld.
Rather than all four of them tangling together, she judged that letting the two focus on him today was the way to serve her master.
"Today, you two are the main characters~"
Benienma said with a deliberately solemn expression.
"Thanks, Benienma. I understand your feelings. Next time will be your turn."
When Akira winked as if reading her mind, Benienma's face turned bright red.
"I-I'll be waiting! Chirp!"
Benienma hurried out as if fleeing.
The sound of the heavy mahogany door closing and the lock turning echoed. Now, this spacious office became a private room for only three people.
"Then… shall we begin?"
Akira wrapped his arms around the sisters' waists and led them to the wide sofa by the window.
Before the glass window overlooking Tokyo's nightscape, the red moonlight shone on the three, creating a sensual atmosphere.
"Akira… I love you…"
Kanae couldn't hold back and covered Akira's lips first.
Her kiss was far from her usual gentleness. It was persistent and hot, like a starving beast.
The wet sounds of tongues tangling and saliva exchanging filled the silent room.
"Me too… Master… Haah… deeper, more…"
Shinobu burrowed into Akira's embrace, licking and biting his neck. Wherever her touch reached, Akira's skin grew hot.
Akira untied the sisters' kimono obi. With a rustle, the gorgeous silk garment flowed to the floor as if collapsing.
Beneath, their perfect naked bodies, crafted from Akira's blood, were revealed under the moonlight.
Smoother and whiter skin than in their human days, elastic curves. A demon's bewitching beauty overflowed.
"Beautiful. My lovely butterflies."
At Akira's praise, the sisters twisted their bodies coquettishly. Their bodies reacted to his gaze alone.
"Master… hurry…♡"
As the night deepened, the office filled with the rough breaths and moans of the three, and the friction of flesh against flesh.
Akira explored the sisters in turn. Under his rough movements, Kanae screamed with ecstasy, and Shinobu clung to him, scratching his back with her nails.
It wasn't mere lovemaking. It was an absolute master-servant relationship bound by blood, a sacred ritual of lovers yearning for each other.
For them as demons, the exchange of bodily fluids was a sharing of power and a union of souls.
Each time Akira's essence spread inside their bodies, the sisters shed tears from the fullness of feeling completely one with Akira.
"Ahh…! Akira♡! Inside you, I feel like I'm melting…♡!"
"Master…♡! I love you! Forever, only yours…♡!"
The feast of love didn't stop until the red moon set and dawn arrived.
The next morning, a bluish dawn light seeped through the window.
Kanae and Shinobu, who had fallen asleep using Akira's arms as pillows, opened their eyes.
From last night's intense love, their skin glistened as if honey-coated, and having received Akira's essence, their demonic energy had dramatically increased.
"Did you sleep well?"
Akira asked as he kissed their foreheads.
"Yes, Master. Thanks to you… it was the best night of my life."
"My body feels light as a feather. It's like my whole body is filled with your power."
The sisters buried their faces in Akira's embrace and smiled happily.
At that moment, the employees of the Akatsuki Trading Company were already moving swiftly.
The Eternal Paradise Cult, with Doma gone, had been perfectly absorbed into the Akatsuki Trading Company's subsidiary overnight.
Akira rose from the bed, put on a robe, and looked out the window. Now it was time to put his plan into action.
"We'll renew the doctrine."
Akira contacted the secretarial office and gave instructions.
"The new doctrine is solace and healing in this life. Provide believers with psychological counseling and medical services, and receive appropriate donations in return. Of course, thoroughly collect information from high-ranking believers to use in the company's business. And have the cult engage in various volunteer activities to build a good image."
If Doma's method was a one-dimensional predation of devouring humans, Akira's method was a high-level domination that exploited humans socially and economically to gain endless profit.
No murders or disappearances. Only sophisticated religious business and massive cash flow.
Believers, unaware that the cult leader had changed, happily opened their wallets, satisfied with the cult's more systematic and merciful system.
Thus, Akira's empire expanded greatly, reaching not only into the night's back alleys but also into the spiritual realm of religion.
"Now it begins."
Akira murmured as he let the morning sunlight shine through the wine glass.
Behind him, two beautiful butterflies armed with love and loyalty gazed at him, and outside the door, a reliable sparrow stood guard.
The throne of the night grew more solid, and his ambition stretched out as if to swallow all of Tokyo.