"Hmm... So you're Mitarai Takashi, nya?"
A mysterious woman who suddenly appeared before Mitarai late at night said this.
She wore a magnificent kimono embroidered with swallowtail butterflies, yet the disheveled look revealed her cleavage and collarbone, exuding a seductive aura.
Though one's eyes were drawn to her voluptuous body, what caught the attention most were the cat ears atop her head and the tail sprouting from her waist.
They twitched with every movement she made, unmistakably real. Seeing that reaction, Mitarai finally realized she wasn't some cosplaying human but one of the supernatural beings, like devils.
"Uh... who are you?"
"I'm Kuroka. A nekomata youkai, as you can see, nya. If I say I'm Shirone's older sister—the one you devoured—would that ring a bell?"
"Shirone's... Huh? But Shirone said she was separated from her sister..."
"Hmm... So she told you that much... Doesn't seem like you forced it out of her... We got separated due to a little incident. I really want to see her, but she probably hates me."
"Ah, yeah. She did say she'd punch her sister in the face if she ever met her."
"Wah!? Th-That's scary, nya... I want the Shirone who used to follow me around calling 'Big Sis' to come back... but that's not what I came to talk about!"
Just as they were having a relaxed conversation, reminiscing like old friends, Kuroka suddenly roared.
Her tail bristled as if reflecting her inner feelings, somehow amusing.
"I came here because I heard a rumor! Let me ask you straight: is it true you've got a big cock, nya?"
"Ah, yeah. The rumor's true."
Recently, the size of Takashi's manhood had been acknowledged.
What had been a normal size for Mitarai turned out to be above average for the world, even surpassing foreign sizes. And now, having become a devil, it had grown further, more befitting a monster than merely a big dick.
"Nyaa... Then no more questions! I'm going to pin you down right now, meow!"
She rolled him onto the futon and straddled his stomach. The bare legs visible as she mounted him were alluring.
The scent of a female emanating from Kuroka before him, mixed with a bestial odor that stimulated his instincts, made his penis stand erect in no time.
"Nyah! Something big is poking my ass, nya... It really is huge... Maybe I can expect good things from this."
"Um, does this mean we're doing... that?"
"Of course. I'm going to devour you, just like you devoured my Shirone. If possible, I'd be happy if you got me pregnant, nya~!!"
She buried her nose in Mitarai's neck, sniffing deeply.
For the sake of survival and her own desires, Kuroka had slept with many men. Some she deemed good, others she literally cut off as no good.
Fortunately, the scent of this man who had taken Shirone was pleasant. She purred, savoring his body odor, a bewitching smell that made her lower abdomen ache just from inhaling it.
It was a pheromone he had built up by fucking numerous women—the ultimate, worst, yet finest scent that could make any woman quickly fall into being a female in heat.
Just as Kuroka was sniffing his scent, Mitarai was also enjoying the fragrance wafting from her hair.
Whether because it was summer or for some other reason, despite the night, there was a sour sweat smell mixed with a lewd female odor. Perhaps because she was a nekomata, a beastly scent similar to Shirone's also drifted through.
His rock-hard, throbbing cock raged inside his underwear, demanding release, but he couldn't move as he wished—held down by the Nekomata's strength that no man could match. All he could do was let her sniff him until she was satisfied.
"Hey, Kuroka, was it? Why do you smell so much like sweat?"
"Nyaa... Maybe I should have worn perfume, nya... I don't want to be too open about it, but my current status is a terrorist, nya. Ah, don't worry. I haven't done anything yet. I'm just with the ones called terrorists, searching for a strong male, nya."
He hadn't caught the name, but now that he thought about it, Rias had mentioned something about terrorists. Apparently, she stayed with them because their interests aligned, and she'd leave as soon as her business was done.
"So terrorists can't stay in one place for long, nya. It's bad if we get caught. My current hideout doesn't have a bath, so I've been making do with sponge baths, but you caught me, nya. Do you mind a smelly older sister?"
"Not at all. Bring it on, actually. With such a horny scent wafting off you, I'm surprised you managed to sneak into my house without getting attacked by some guy."
"Nyahaha. That's magic, nya. With a little use of my power, I can sneak in without being seen by anyone."
She laughed cheerfully, "Nyahaha," but inside, she was relieved. It wouldn't be her wish to be hated by the man who finally seemed capable of fulfilling her desires.
Moreover, Takashi didn't hate her; he welcomed it. Her heart pounded not just in her lower abdomen but in her chest as she reached for his clothes.
"Then I'm going to undress you now, so stay still."
With practiced, smooth movements, she stripped him naked. Mitarai had grown accustomed to being naked in front of women, so no shame arose.
Instead, his chest was full of anticipation for what was to come.
Mitarai's body was toned despite barely training. But because he was an indoor type, his skin was pale, a strange physique to those who saw it.
More prominent than his muscles was, of course, his erect, prideful cock. The glans, once reddish-black from being burned by sexual fluids, had turned a deep, dark black, instilling fear in anyone who saw it. Thick veins ran along the shaft, forcibly conveying the massive amount of blood flooding into the spongy tissue.
The large, flaring glans was specialized for reducing women to mere females in heat. If it scraped along the vaginal walls, they would easily be forced into orgasm, searing pleasure into their minds, leaving them no choice but to fall exclusively for him.
Finally, the two hanging balls were plump and swollen, storing what seemed like an infinite amount of semen.
Even if she didn't get pregnant, he would likely flood her womb with enough semen to bloat her belly until she could be mistaken for pregnant.
Seeing his penis, Kuroka unconsciously swallowed her saliva.
It was so much longer and more potent than any man in her memory that she had to keep her composure strong to avoid kneeling and servicing him right there.
She swallowed the drool oozing from her salivary glands and looked into his eyes.
The gentle atmosphere from moments ago had vanished, replaced by a predatory gleam in his eyes, demanding that he taste the female Kuroka before him soon.
"I-I never expected it to be this big, nyaaan... W-Will it even fit, meow~!!!"
"Even your little sister Shirone took it. It'll fit you, too."
'That's right.' The man before her was the culprit who defiled her sister, more precious to Kuroka than her own life.
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