"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 291: Lessons Every Knight Must Learn
A soft knock sounded at the door.
"Lord Tenra."
Kalamaina and Siris called out, voices respectful and just a touch uneasy.
After a moment, the door opened—not by Tenra himself, but by Tosca and Mirana, both wearing knowing smiles.
"Come in. Lord Tenra's been waiting for you," Tosca said, her tone gentle but inviting.
Kalamaina and Siris exchanged nervous glances, drew a steadying breath, and followed the two inside.
The scene that greeted them made both knights blush furiously.
Tenra sat on a grand, ornate chair, looking every bit the sovereign. Xuelan and Isabela were draped at his sides, faces flushed and breath coming in soft pants. Yubelluna, their Queen, was perched on Tenra's lap, locked in a passionate, all-consuming kiss.
"Just wait a moment. Lord Tenra will be with you soon," Mirana said, unfazed by the display. She and Tosca moved to stand behind Tenra, their expressions serene—clearly, this was nothing new to them.
No one spoke. The room filled with the sounds of deep kisses and heavy breathing. Kalamaina and Siris could only stand aside, cheeks burning, and wait in silence.
Most of Tenra's retinue—Yubelluna, Tosca, Mirana, Xuelan, Isabela, Ni, and Li—had already pledged themselves to their lord, body and soul. Only Kalamaina, Siris, Maru, Bürent, Shuriya, Mira, Ile, and Nel remained untouched. Mira, Ile, and Nel were still young—years away, perhaps. But the others had begun to serve Tenra one by one. Now, with Xuelan and Isabela claimed, was it finally their turn?
The minutes stretched on, each second thick with anticipation and embarrassment. At last, Tenra broke away from Yubelluna, her lips and cheeks stained a deep, intoxicating red. She lingered in his arms, breathless, before Tenra gently patted her shoulder.
Yubelluna rose, smoothed her robes, and took her place behind Tenra, her composure restored.
"Come here," Tenra beckoned.
Kalamaina and Siris stepped forward, hearts pounding, faces aflame.
"You changed your outfits?" Tenra grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Normally, the two wore their knight armor for training and combat. Tonight, they'd swapped them for flowing dresses—heroic and elegant, but undeniably alluring.
"Yes, Lord Tenra," they replied, voices barely above a whisper.
They'd come prepared to serve him in bed; armor would have felt out of place…
But Tenra's next words caught them off guard.
"Actually, I didn't call you here for that."
Both girls stared, stunned.
"N-Not… for that?"
Tenra smirked. "Did I ever say you were here to serve me in bed? You just jumped to conclusions."
"With the match against Sairaorg coming up, I want to strengthen you. I have a couple of Sacred Gears that suit you, so I'm going to share them."
"Xuelan and Isabela have already finished their fusion. Since you're here, I'll give you the other two."
"Lord Tenra, we… we…"
Realization hit. Kalamaina and Siris turned scarlet, mortified.
They'd misunderstood everything.
Tenra's teasing grin said it all. Yubelluna, Tosca, and Mirana exchanged amused glances. Kalamaina and Siris wished the ground would swallow them whole.
So embarrassing!
"But since you came with such determination, you can stay tonight anyway," Tenra added, eyes softening. He couldn't refuse them—not after they'd come this far. And after claiming Yubelluna and the others, it was only natural for Kalamaina and Siris to join them.
"Yes, Lord Tenra," they murmured, heads bowed, faces burning.
It was embarrassing, but in the end, things were unfolding just as they'd hoped. Everything they were belonged to Tenra. Giving themselves to him tonight… it felt right.
"We'll get to that later. First, let's share the Sacred Gears."
"These are Sword Birth and Holy Sword Creation. Choose whichever you like."
Tenra smiled, and two jewels—one black, one gold—drifted from his body, suspended in the air. Each shimmered with the phantom images of countless swords—holy and demonic—forming and dissolving within. These were the powers Tenra had seized from Isaia and Jeanne d'Arc.
Embarrassment forgotten, Kalamaina and Siris grew serious. As Tenra's knights, they understood the significance. With these Gears, their combat prowess would leap to new heights.
They exchanged a glance and quickly made their choices. Kalamaina chose Sword Birth; Siris picked Holy Sword Creation.
Tenra nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the jewels shot into the girls' bodies. The fusion hurt, but not unbearably—these were powerful Sacred Gears, but not Longinus-level. Gritting their teeth, both endured in silence.
When it was done, they collapsed to their knees, drenched in sweat, gasping for breath. But the new power thrumming inside them left them exhilarated.
Unable to resist, they tested their gifts immediately. Black magic coalesced in Kalamaina's hand, forming a demonic sword; golden light gathered in Siris's grip, shaping a holy blade.
The swords felt heavy, unfamiliar—but with practice, mastery would come.
"Kalamaina, Siris—you are my beautiful and capable knights. Use these powers well. Don't let me down."
Tenra's voice was solemn, his gaze unwavering.
"Yes, Lord Tenra!"
Both knelt, heads bowed in respect.
They were Tenra's swords—his knights, his defenders. To fight for him, to offer everything, was their purpose.
"No need to be so tense. I believe in you."
Tenra's tone softened. "Alright, stand up. Ha…"
He yawned, slipping back into his usual easygoing manner.
"Lord Tenra needs to rest," Yubelluna said, her voice gentle but loaded with meaning.
Kalamaina and Siris blushed even deeper. They knew exactly what that meant.
Lord Tenra was ready to rest—which meant it was time for them to serve.
"We… we don't know how…"
Kalamaina admitted quietly. As knights, they'd never been taught how to attend to their lord in this way.
"Not yet, huh…"
Tenra's lips curled into a playful smile. "Tosca, Mirana—show them how it's done."
"Yes, Lord Tenra."
Smiling, Tosca and Mirana stepped forward, knelt gracefully before Tenra, and began their gentle ministrations. Tenra closed his eyes in contentment, his hands wandering idly to Xuelan and Isabela at his sides.
Kalamaina and Siris had heard stories of what happened in Tenra's room each night, but seeing it for the first time left them overwhelmed, faces lowered in embarrassment.
But tonight was different. Yubelluna came up behind them, lifting their chins with a gentle touch.
"Watch closely, Kalamaina, Siris. As Lord Tenra's knights, this is something you must learn…"
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