Chapter 263 ~ Fiery Entrance

Chapter 263 ~ Fiery Entrance A week had passed, yet not one night had passed without a passionate intimacy and love making since the day Yuuji and Aika cemented their feelings for each other. Yuna and Nina, fueled by envy and horniness, overcame their shyness of doing it in front of their aunt, and joined their nightly rendezvous. Tonight, despite needing to wake up early and prepare the food they were going to bring for their Hanami celebration with their friends tomorrow, Yuna and Nina still jumped on Yuuji, taking turns with Aika to have their fill of him. And after a few intense rounds, Yuna and Nina had fallen into deep sleep, their naked bodies sprawled on Yuuji’s bed, while Aika had her last round of sex. “Hah... Hah... Hah... I can’t... Anymore...” Her heavy, massive breasts pressed against his chiseled chest after falling down onto Yuuji. She had no strength left after after being mercilessly played with and fucked by Yuuji. Even though she and her nieces fought him 3-on-1, she couldn’t believe they failed to even make him lose breath from exhaustion while they went on the verge of fainting multiple times before. “Take a rest, nee-san. Let’s stop here for tonight... I still have to wake up early tomorrow to prepare for our outing.” Yuuji slowly placed her down by his side, stroking her hair as he cast cleaning magic onto her. “Mm...” She nodded dazedly, too drained to respond in any other way, before closing her eyes and nodding off. Yuuji pulled up his blanket to cover all four of them on his bed. It was a crowded squeeze, but still manageable given they didn’t mind being so close to each other. He laid down, finally closing his eyes as the peaceful silence and soft breathing of the three beautiful girls by his sides serenade him to a comfortable sleep. Just then, his phone buzzed and rang with a notification, making him open his eyes and reach out to grab it. Then, when he finally read it, his mind became fully awake once more. “So it finally came...” --------------------------------X-------------------------------- Nearly two weeks had slipped by since Koneko's last report concerning the strange, sudden transformation she observed once again in Aika. It had started subtly—so subtly that, under normal circumstances, Koneko wouldn’t have thought to mention it. But Rias had given her strict orders: “Report every change, no matter how small.” And Koneko, ever vigilant and attuned to the ebb and flow of spiritual energies, had sensed something... different. Aika's aura had shifted. Not just in intensity, but in nature—both quantitatively and qualitatively. Where once her energy, though controlled, surged like a vibrant, rushing river, it had now settled into something far more composed. It was like a pristine, motionless lake beneath moonlight—still, serene, yet impossibly deep. Like a bottomless abyss, Koneko couldn’t even fathom its depth. And yet... there was something else. Something more elusive. Aika’s aura hadn’t just stabilized—it had changed. Morphed. Evolved. Koneko couldn’t quite place how or why, but there was an undeniable new undertone to it, something both unknown, and yet... familiar. A quiet power, cloaked in elegance. But the most striking change—one even Koneko couldn’t ignore—was in Aika’s appearance. She hadn’t thought it was possible, but Aika had grown even more beautiful. Before, she had the effortless charm of a radiant high school girl—bright, lively, and unforgettable in a crowd. She had the kind of beauty that drew glances and turned heads, a light-hearted allure that invited admiration. Now, that beauty had matured, intensified—transcended. There was a hypnotic quality to her presence, an aura of mystique that lured the eye and refused to let it go. Aika no longer merely attracted attention—she commanded it. People who once found themselves drawn to her would now find themselves ensnared, captivated not by innocence but by something deeper, darker, and infinitely more enthralling. Her allure had become an enchantment... a spell woven into every glance, every movement. It wasn’t just beauty anymore. It was bewitchment. Needless to say, this change attracted Rias’s attention and curiosity. However, with her own problems looming right above her head and unable to simply call for Aika and have her explain, there was nothing she could do. Thus, she decided to focus and enact her intensive training plan. Except for when Rias brought her whole peerage to the Familiar Forest to get Issei and Asia, the new members of her peerage, familiars, everyday were spent with training and studying. During the day—even amidst the bustle of school life—Rias and Akeno devoted themselves fully to the refinement of their magical prowess. While others chatted between classes or focused on lessons, the two prodigies quietly focused inward, tracing the invisible rivers of mana that coursed through their veins. They stilled their bodies and sharpened their minds, striving to sense and control the minute fluctuations in their energy. It was an exercise in absolute discipline—one that demanded patience, clarity, and unwavering focus. This technique was something Grayfia forced on her while she was training her during her childhood. Rias remembered vividly how much she once loathed this method. Back then, she had despised the stillness, the silence, the slow crawl of internal mastery—anathema to her naturally spirited nature. But now, circumstances have changed. The looming threats demanded a new level of precision and strength. And so, she endured the monotony, pushing herself past her old limits. When the sun began its descent and the golden afternoon light poured across the sky, theory gave way to action. Rias and Akeno unleashed their magic in controlled bursts, honing the raw elemental forces they commanded. The crimson vortexes of the Power of Destruction spiraled from Rias’s hands, obliterating wooden targets with ruthless efficiency. Beside her, Akeno stood like a thunder goddess incarnate, arcs of lightning dancing along her body before erupting outward in brilliant, electric fury. Each spell cast was measured and sharpened—meant to increase not just destructive force, but control, accuracy, and energy conservation. Every movement, every breath, became part of their evolving dance with power. As the stars began to glitter overhead, they transitioned into mental warfare. The nights were reserved for strategy and intellect. The dim glow of candlelight flickered across stacks of old tomes and thick rulebooks on Rating Games—brought by Rias from her family's library in the Underworld. Diagrams, case studies, and simulations filled their nights. Sona, always the tactician, occasionally joined or offered pointed advice, testing their understanding and challenging their assumptions. It wasn’t just about power anymore—it was about how to use it. Meanwhile, Issei and Kiba undertook a more physically grueling regimen. Every morning, they followed a rigorous training program carefully constructed by Rias and Akeno. Sweat-soaked and breathless, they pushed their bodies to the limit—running, lifting, enduring. Their sacred gears were also a focus, with Issei working to deepen his connection with the Boosted Gear, and Kiba refining the efficiency and fluidity of his Sword Birth. Koneko, ever silent and disciplined, trained alongside them. Her regimen was brutal—focused entirely on hand-to-hand combat, explosive speed, and tireless endurance. Sparring sessions became daily battles, each one sharpening their instincts, reflexes, and teamwork. This intense training quickly became a vital part of their daily lives—so much so that Rias suspended all but the most essential devil duties, including contract work. “This,” she had declared, “is more important than any deal we could make.” Fortunately, the city itself presented opportunities for real combat. A peculiar issue with several oversized crows—fallen birds from the sky above skies—led to several skirmishes throughout town. It was during one of these encounters that Rias’s peerage intervened to save a girl Issei had met and gained affection for. A petite, golden-haired nun with the innocence and naivety unfit for the cruel world of supernaturals. Asia Argento—a gentle-hearted former nun, excommunicated from the Church for the “sin” of healing a devil with her Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing. Her kindness had been her undoing. Yet, she continued to hold onto that pure kind heart, even if it had led her to an abandoned church in a small suburban town and into the jaws of danger that led to her death. The fallens had managed to steal her Sacred Gear away, severing its connection with her soul, causing her death. However, Issei’s plea and Rias’s desperate need for promising peerage members changed her fate. She had died by the hands of a former angel, by the circumstances brought by her kindness and led her here, only to be saved and reborn as a devil by Rias’s hand. Now, Asia stood among them as their new Bishop—her aura faint, but resolute. She trained alongside them, learning to channel her mana and refine the miraculous power of her healing. Her kindness hadn’t dulled; if anything, it shone brighter amidst the trials. She would repay her benefactor and new family and try her best to be of some help as they all desperately prepare for the storm to come. Something urgent, however, paused her training routine. When she would normally do target practice with her magic, a message from her sister-in-law last night informing her that she would be coming made her stay in the Occult Research Club room and sit behind her desk, anxious. One of the other reasons why Rias was immersing herself in training was to avoid being drowned in her own anxiety instead. She had time, sure, but even that wouldn’t be enough to close the gap between herself and the adversary she would be facing if she were to relax around. Grayfia and Sona had made it painfully clear for her to see. The steaming cup of tea prepared by her best friend and Queen before her stayed untouched. By her side, hugging a circular metal tray against her massive breasts, Akeno watched her King with a concerned silence. Just then, a devil’s teleportation magic circle alight before them, and a drop-dead gorgeous beauty, dressed in a french maid outfit, with platinum silver hair and a decorum of a pinnacle maid appeared. “Good afternoon, Miss Rias, Miss Akeno.” Grayfia bowed as a servant would to the young mistress of the noble household she served. Though, both Rias and Akeno treated her like no mere servant. Instead, they treated her with the respect and cordiality of a respected family member. “Good afternoon, Grayfia. I would say it is nice to see you... But if you’re here for what I’m thinking, I’d rather not lie to my sister-in-law.” The stoic, cold expression of the “Silver Haired Queen of Annihilation” melted away slightly, revealing a look of concern and helplessness. “Unfortunately, it is what you feared, Miss Rias. I am here to inform you of the arrangements decided by your father. Further details can be discussed on a later date, once you return to the underworld for your marriage preparation.” “There won’t be a marriage!” A loud thud emphasized the finality of her words as Rias slammed her fist on her desk in frustration. Grayfia kept her silence along with Akeno as the room fell into a silence as heavy as the atmosphere. “I won’t do it... Not with that kind of scumbag...” Rias whispered under her breath, though every single word and the venom contained within it still reached the two other ladies near her. A sigh escaped her lips, reddened by her bite, before Rias looked up at her sister-in-law, almost in a pleading way. “Is there nothing my brother could do about it?” The current “Lucifer”, who held both the title of “Satan” and strongest devil within the current devil society, was once a Gremory before taking on the last name Lucifer upon ascending to his position. He was Rias’s brother, a kind brother who’d also shower her with love to the point that it’s overwhelming her. If there was someone who could get her out of this situation, it would be him. However... “It wouldn’t be wise for him to use his influence as Demon King to break off this arrangement.” Grayfia shook her head. “Now that he has taken up the last name “Lucifer” and became one of the four great “Satan”, he’s not allowed to intervene with private matters between noble families, such as marriage arrangements, even if it was his former household.” Grayfia, having listened to her husband’s complaints and comments unfit to be uttered by a “Satan” who ruled over the Devil society, knew how frustrated and upset he was that his precious, beautiful sister would have to marry such a scumbag of a philanderer. Despite his high station, he was helpless to do anything. No... It was because of his high station that he couldn’t do anything. As a “Satan”, he was expected to deal with each and every noble family and all the Devils under him equally. That is exactly why every Satan had to replace their family name and no longer be a part of their original household, so they would rule every family with equality. “What about father? I’ve expressed my disagreement for this arrange marriage countless times to him.” Grayfia shook her head. “And Lord Gremory had responded the same way as he always did. All he ask is for you to marry Lord Phoenix just in name and produce one heir. This alone would not only give them a powerful pureblood descendant with the blood of Gremory and Phoenix as the future heir of the Gremory Household, but also bind the Phoenix and their Tears with Gremory.” From a political and business standpoint, it was a perfect arrangement with nothing but benefits for the Gremory. The house of Phoenix was extremely famous for their fire magic, their nigh-endless regeneration capabilities, and their “Phoenix Tears”, a special potion that could grant the Phoenix’s regeneration capabilities to the ones who consumed it, capable of bringing one back to health from the verge of death. To be able to have an heir that could potentially inherit the Gremory’s “Power of Destruction” and Phoenix’s “Regeneration” while also gaining “Phoenix Tears” was simply a dream come true. Unless Rias could achieve something worth greater than that or find someone who’d bring greater benefits to the Gremory household, it would be difficult to convince her father to break off this arrangement. “Easy for him to say...! He’s not the one who’ll have to deal with that scumbag...!” Rias’s fist slammed the table once more, this time a bit softer, as if she had lost the strength to even argue against him. Akeno’s frown deepened as she watched her best friend slowly lose hope. Although she could, to the extent a regular orphan girl could, understand Lord Gremory’s intentions and reasons, she simply couldn’t agree with it. But, she was also helpless. After all, even if she was Rias’s queen, she was simply a low-ranked devil. Her opinion wouldn’t matter to the lord of the Gremory Household, even though he had taken her in after the tragedy that left her orphaned and cared for her. Grayfia was silent for a while, before she began once more in a softer tone. “Regardless, it would be better to inform your peerage members sooner rather than later. And seeing as you’ve invited them to come, this would be a good opportunity to do so as well.” With her keen perception, Grayfia sensed their magical presence first before the sounds of their footsteps. Soon, the massive twin mahogany doors opened, revealing the rest of Rias’s peerage. “We are sorry for the wait. We’ve come as you’ve instructed, President.” Kiba bowed his head to greet the three ladies in the room, which Issei, Asia, and Koneko followed right after. The twin door closed behind them, and instead of a response, there was silence as Rias held her head in frustration. After acknowledging their arrival, Grayfia turned towards Rias once again. “Shall I inform them instead?” A heavy sigh escaped her lips once again, “No need”, before Rias shook her head and stood up to address her peerage members. “There is something I’d have to announce to you... The true reason behind the sudden intensive training sessions. In truth, I am-” Suddenly, a burst of flames and immense magical power burst forth from a crimson red magic circle that manifested instantaneously at the center of the club room. Then from within it, a tall blonde man, muscular, dressed in a collared shirt that displayed his chiseled and a vulgar smirk adorning his face appeared. “Ah... The human world. It’s as unbearably dreadful as I’ve imagined. Truly. I simply can’t comprehend how you would prefer to stay in such a lowly place instead of our home, my dear.”