Chapter 270 ~ Start of Training (R-18)

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Chapter 270 ~ Start of Training (R-18) Their eyes sparkled—not with lust alone, but with affection, vulnerability, and deep yearning. Aika sat up beside Yuuji and beamed. “Hehe~ I thought it would be nice if we could all spend this special night together.” Yuuji looked at each of them, his heart pounding not only from desire, but from the overwhelming affection he felt from them and for them. And before any words escaped his lips, they all approached him with hurried steps, bated in anticipation and excitement. “My love~ Please allow me to serve you first by cleaning your majestic penis and precious jewels with my naughty mouth~” Her loose night lingerie fluttered as she knelt down in between his legs. Her massive breasts filled up the rest of the space between her knees and his cock, softly cushioning his balls on her heavenly pillows. Her golden eyes with slit irises sparkled as she beheld the tall, thick, majestic rod that belonged to the sole master of her heart, body and soul, still wet from his lovemaking with Aika. The thick scent of cum, juices, and sex invaded her nostrils immediately and into her brain. For a succubus, it was the equivalent of inhaling a heavy dose of aphrodisiac and injecting it straight into her fertile womb. “Then, without further ado~ Thank you very much for the meal~” Albedo opened her mouth wide, her long, drenched tongue lolling out of her lips, and slowly took Yuuji's cock into her mouth. It didn’t take long for his cock to hit the back of her mouth after only getting a third of it in. But Albedo gave no signs of stopping, and continued burying his cock into her throat until she finally pressed her lips against its base. Her slippery tongue lapped up his balls, tasting every nook and cranny of her beloved. She kept his cock deep into her throat for a few moments, showing no signs of discomfort. A succubus of her caliber did not have any gag reflexes that would ruin her experience with her beloved’s cock. Even if it did exist, she still wouldn’t let it affect her duty in giving pleasure to her beloved. Then slowly, she lifted up her head as she continued to suck his length, her cheeks collapsing inwards for her intense suction. Meanwhile, her tongue continued to lick and lap up his entire length, accomplishing her duties and promise to clean him up. Her eyes rolled up in ecstasy as she savored the taste of her beloved’s cock and cum. And as she reached the top, her lips continued to cling onto his head, kissing it ever so passionately as she gulped down the perverted mix of his cum, her sister’s juices, and her own saliva. A muffled moan resounded as Albedo cummed for the first time of the night, solely from the taste of her beloved’s cock. The moment she got a taste of it, of her beloved’s taste, his cum, his seed, her hunger intensified. And all semblance of grace, elegance, and poise she took pride in shattered upon tasting the cum equivalent to that of an elixir. Albedo sucked on his dick with renewed vigor, burying his cock deep into her throat and pleasuring him with her tongue with an intensity and passion of a sex demon hungry for her love. The sounds of wet slurping and muffled moans filled the room, and as Albedo took care of his cock, the rest didn’t stay still and let her have all the fun. C.C had calmly walked towards Yuuji, her face ever so calm, but with a ghost of a smile and a faint blush painting her cheeks. She stood above Yuuji, his head in between her legs, giving him a look at her hairless, slightly pink, wet pussy. Her smile grew with a hint of mischievousness, and she lowered herself onto him, pressing her drenched, needy, lower lips against his. Their eyes locked onto each other. And with a loving smile, Yuuji immediately began giving her cute little pussy a passionate kiss. “Mmmh~” C.C bit her fingers as she tried to hold her moans back, letting out only a cute, muffled whimper. As if controlled by an invisible force, her body moved not to her conscious will, but to her true desires deep in her heart. Her hips began to move, gyrating around as Yuuji pleasured her with his mouth. Meanwhile, Erika and Aika weren’t idle as well. While his cock was being deepthroated by Albedo and his mouth was busy pleasuring C.C, Erika shyly hugged him from the side, pressing her body against him. And as she did, Yuuji wrapped his left arm around her, pulling her closer, as she began to lick his chest and pepper him with soft, loving kisses. With his other hand, Aika had pulled it toward her and placed it on her breasts, letting him enjoy her funbags. Her eyes narrowed into a crescent as she pleasured herself, biting her lips. And the sense of happiness only grew more in her heart as she watched her sisters envelop her beloved with their devotion and deep love. The room was filled with not just the noise of passion, but with the soft sounds of breath, the whisper of skin against skin, and the occasional murmur of affection. It was a sacred moment—an intimate joining of souls rather than just bodies. And this was just a start to their long, sleepless night. --------------------------------X-------------------------------- Silence stretched long after the dark void vanished, leaving behind only the soft crackling of jet-black flames that consumed the last remnants of the stray devil. The air, once charged with suffocating magical tension, now felt oppressively empty. Yet none of them moved. Rias stood frozen, her lips parted slightly as if to speak again, but no words came. Her crimson hair, tousled from the earlier chaos, swayed faintly in the warehouse’s still air. Her fingers, clenched at her sides, trembled not from fear—at least, not entirely—but from a mixture of shock, confusion, and something far more humbling. Sona's glasses caught a faint reflection of the dying embers, but her eyes were distant, calculating. Her usually sharp mind was working overtime, racing through every detail, every movement, every word. And yet, nothing added up. Nothing made sense. Not even the absurdity of being completely powerless in front of those two could be rationalized. “What just happened...? My magic... I couldn’t use it...” Akeno murmured, gazing at her hands in disbelief. Now, sparks of lightning danced effortlessly around her fingers. But earlier—when those two were present—not even a flicker of magic had obeyed her. It was as if the very concept of magic had been erased from existence in their presence. “I couldn’t use my Sacred Gear either...” Saji muttered through clenched teeth, fists shaking. “Just what the hell was that...?” For the first time since becoming Sona’s Pawn, since merging with the soul of Vritra, he had been rendered utterly helpless. The crushing weight of that powerlessness gnawed at him. A flash of green light suddenly cut through the darkened ruins, and a crimson draconic gauntlet appeared on Issei’s arm. “The Boosted Gear...” Rias whispered. “Oi! Ddraig!” Issei barked. “Where were you?! I couldn’t summon you at all!” The voice that answered was deep, ancient, and heavy with authority. “I went nowhere. Something suppressed your ability to summon me—suppressed even the manifestation of Sacred Gears. That man—or perhaps the woman—possesses an authority that overrides fundamental magical laws.” Gasps rippled through the group. Even for seasoned devils and sacred gear users, this was nearly incomprehensible. Suppressing a Longinus-class gear like the Boosted Gear? That was bordering on divine interference. “And that stray devil...” Tsubaki added, her voice quiet but sharp. “It wasn’t weak. It had ascended to the peak of high-rank—yet that woman toyed with it. Like a cat batting a bug.” Where the stray devil once stood, there was nothing—no ash, no scorch marks. Just cold silence. “I’ve never sensed that kind of pressure before,” Kiba said grimly. “Not even from Sirzechs-sama. It wasn’t just strength. It felt like authority. Like the world bent around them.” Rias finally spoke, her voice distant. “He said... we would meet again.” His words echoed in her mind. His eyes—intelligent, ancient, almost cruel in their clarity—still burned into her thoughts. He looked at us like we were children holding matches near a forest fire. Koneko, soft but steady, added, “The woman... she felt strong. Like a mountain. But warm. Protective. Like she was watching over us. I didn’t feel hatred.” “I-I agree,” Tomoe Meguri said, placing a hand over her heart. “I was scared... but not because they meant us harm.” Sona adjusted her glasses and nodded. “Regardless of how they felt, their power is undeniable. I’ll contact Serafall-sama. We need to investigate this further.” “Please do,” Rias said, grateful. “I’ll focus on preparing for the rating game.” There was a quiet moment between the two, an unspoken bond of mutual trust—and respect born from shared powerlessness. “Well,” Akeno finally said with a teasing smirk, trying to lighten the mood, “at least he was ridiculously handsome. Dangerous... but in a way that makes your heart race.” Rias didn’t reply. Her eyes, however, gleamed with a strange mixture of caution and intrigue. He was unlike anyone she had ever met. So was she. They weren’t enemies—not yet. But they weren’t allies either. Little did she know that the promise made by the mysterious man would come much sooner than she expected. --------------------------------X-------------------------------- It was the start of what would be a very long weekend. A weekend that marked the beginning of an even more grueling and focused training regimen for Rias Gremory and her Peerage. Their encounter with Yuuji and Erika had rattled them—shaken their confidence, broken their assumptions, and left them with a haunting sense of their own limits. But there was no time to dwell on it. The date for Rias’s upcoming Rating Game against Riser Phenex and his Peerage had been finalized—an official battle that would determine her freedom to choose her own path... and the right to reject the engagement forced upon her. With the stakes so high, there was no room for hesitation. Rias had immediately enlisted Sona’s help, and through the power and efficiency of the Sitri family, they secured formal pardons for all her Peerage members from school duties. Classes, social activities, and everything else not essential to their preparation were placed on hold. For now, there was only the battlefield—and what lay beyond it. Their training began before they even arrived at the training grounds. Long before they saw the mansion nestled in the dense, mist-shrouded mountains outside Kuoh, the grueling regime had already started. The journey itself was part of the trial—a test of endurance, strength, and mental fortitude. Each member of Rias’s Peerage carried a heavy load, their backpacks weighed down with a week's worth of supplies and equipment. The path they hiked was no gentle forest trail—it twisted and climbed up steep inclines, slick with moss and roots, demanding both balance and stamina. For Rias, Akeno, Kiba, and especially Koneko, it was challenging, but manageable. Their bodies were accustomed to rigorous physical exertion. But for Issei and Asia—the newest devils among them—it was something else entirely. Their bodies, despite some basic conditioning, were still adjusting to their new existence. Issei’s shirt clung to him, soaked in sweat, and Asia’s face was pale as she pushed one foot in front of the other, her legs trembling. Yet neither of them voiced a single complaint. They grit their teeth. They endured. Because the memory of that night—of utter helplessness—still burned fresh in their minds. When they finally reached the mansion, its traditional design framed by trees and mist, there was no celebration. No cheers. Just the sound of heavy breathing and boots on wood as they filed in and were given only the briefest reprieve to claim their rooms and drop their gear. Then, training resumed. No grand speeches. No gentle warm-ups. They were immediately thrust into coordinated sparring drills, magical control exercises, and endurance tests that pushed their bodies and minds to the brink. Akeno stood alone in the clearing behind the mansion, summoning bolts of lightning again and again, forcing herself to find precision even while drenched in sweat. Kiba sparred with multiple wooden dummies enchanted to simulate high-speed movement, his swords flashing like silver meteors. Koneko practiced kata after kata under a waterfall near the estate, the cold water pounding her small frame, sharpening her focus. And Rias, overseeing it all, trained harder than any of them—because she refused to let her team shoulder the burden alone. Yet in the quiet moments between training, her mind wandered. Back to the eyes of the man who rendered her entire Peerage helpless with a glance. Back to the serene yet terrifying presence of the oni woman who held enough power to erase a high-rank stray devil like swatting a fly. ‘Who were they? Why did they feel so far removed from this world...? And why did I feel—’ She stopped herself. Now wasn’t the time to get distracted. But her heart beat just a little faster whenever she remembered that voice... that gaze... ‘He said we’d meet again.’ And deep down, she hoped they would. Because next time, she wanted to stand tall—not as someone needing protection, but as someone worthy of standing beside beings like them. She never thought that this meeting would come so soon. The familiar, dark, whirling void they saw the night before within the dark interior of the abandoned warehouse appeared before her. Immediately, its appearance alerted and gathered all of Rias’s peerage members to the courtyard of the mansion. And as they all stood in stunned silence, a figure stepped out from within the whirling void. A familiar figure... “Good morning, everyone~! As promised, we’ve come to help you with your training~!” From behind her, the mysterious masked figure that has haunted them since they met him appeared. And to their shock, the man removed his mask to reveal the true face of the mysterious figure. “Wait... You are-!”

Chapter 270 ~ Start of Training (R-18)

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