Miyamoto Kuroha immediately understood from that silhouette alone—it was the same person as that time with Yuma. So none of it had been just a dream...
"Red hair? Someone from the Gremory clan?"
The man stared at the woman's back, his expression and tone tinged with wariness.
"I am Rias Gremory. You Fallen Angel over there—lay a hand on what's mine, and I get a little angry, you know?"
Rias...
Isn't that the third-year senpai...?
"Tch."
The man glanced at Kuroha, collapsed on the ground, and snorted with contempt.
"I'll apologize for this one. But you should focus on your servant right now. If he dies, that's got nothing to do with me."
With that, he beat his wings and left the park.
Rias meant to pursue him, but a dull thud sounded behind her.
She turned and saw Kuroha crumpled to the ground.
Rias let out a soft sigh.
"Hurt this badly again... You really are unlucky. Your house is..."
Kuroha could no longer hear the rest. He blacked out completely.
"Mm... ah..."
A sultry moan seeped into his bones as Kuroha opened his eyes.
He saw a familiar ceiling—his own room.
He instinctively retraced his memories.
He'd left Matsuda's place, been attacked by a man in black, and his stomach—he remembered being run through...
His stomach?
Kuroha reflexively touched his abdomen with his right hand.
No wound at all.
Wait.
Where are my clothes?
And my pants... even my underwear is gone?!
His left hand tightened unconsciously, and another sweet, seductive moan sounded right beside him.
What... is this?
Soft, springy, huge, and insanely nice to touch?
Wait—that voice...
Kuroha stiffly turned his head.
Crimson hair spilling over the pillow. A breathtaking sleeping face. And on that snowy chest—Kuroha's hand.
He jolted and yanked his hand back.
Senpai?!
Why is she here—and more importantly, where are her clothes?!
His panicked flailing made the blanket slip away. Rias's voluptuous body was laid out before him.
That pale neck, the squashed softness from her half-prone posture, the proud crimson peaks, her flat stomach, that slender, grabbable waist, those long, shapely legs... and that faintly flushed, mysterious place...
Kuroha couldn't help swallowing.
The woman who normally inspired nothing but fear from afar was sleeping soundly by his side, her steady breathing proof of deep slumber.
Touch... it?
A wicked thought surfaced.
Thought led to action, his hand moving of its own accord. Trembling fingers reached toward that sacred spot. The towering peaks swayed temptingly, as if whispering, "Come on~"
Almost there. Almost—
Just as his fingers were about to make contact, Rias, who should have been asleep, opened her eyes. They were perfectly clear, with no trace of drowsiness.
Kuroha and Rias locked eyes.
A playful smile curled on her lips.
"Well? Aren't you going to go the rest of the way? You're just about to touch it."
!!!
Kuroha panicked and scrambled backward, toppling off the bed.
Thunk.
With a loud smack, he planted his forehead on the floor like he'd just performed a perfect kowtow.
"S-Senpai."
He didn't even have time to clutch his throbbing head. He stared at Rias in a panic, tripping over his own words.
Rias crawled to the edge of the bed, leaning over to peer down at him, her gaze sweeping over a certain spot.
"...Oh my."
He couldn't place her tone, but Kuroha felt strangely offended.
"S-Senpai, you're... exposed..."
He turned his head away, embarrassed.
Rias chuckled softly at him.
"If you want to look, then look. You groped me all night already—what's a few more minutes of staring?"
Look if I want?
Groped her all night?
Holy crap, my brain—please, I'm begging you, remember what happened last night!
What did I miss?!
Did I make it to home plate?
Did I or not?!
He watched Rias casually rise to her feet and pick up her underwear. As she slipped it on, her body stretched in the sunlight, dazzling to the point of pain.
Kuroha had seen more than his share of collections, but he was certain of one thing.
Rias was the most beautiful of all.
Lost in impure thoughts, he didn't notice Rias crouch down in front of him, studying him closely.
That finally snapped him back, and he hurriedly covered his important parts.
"S-Senpai, this... isn't good..."
Rias shot him a sultry, exasperated look.
"I'm just checking whether your stomach wound healed."
"My stomach... right, I got stabbed last night!"
The memory slammed back, and phantom pain twisted through him.
But now there wasn't a mark. So it really wasn't a dream?
"It wasn't a dream."
Rias spoke as if reading his mind, sitting casually on the bed, crossing her legs with elegant ease.
"Then what about my wound? How come something that bad doesn't even leave a scar?"
"I healed you. It was a serious, fatal injury, but you're surprisingly sturdy. I got you all fixed up in one night."
She tapped her chin lightly, giving him a mischievous look.
"Oh, and the treatment method was to hold each other completely naked~ That way, I could channel my demonic power into you. It's a method only used between master and servant."
Kuroha felt his head flood with blood.
Holding each other naked...
Then what else happened?!
Hot air puffed from his nostrils.
Rias glanced at him, amused.
"I'm still a virgin, you know."
Oh... is that so.
Wait, why am I relieved? Shouldn't I be frustrated instead?!
Rias uncrossed her legs, then straddled him where he sat slumped against the bookshelf.
"You don't seem curious at all about this 'servant' thing. All you care about is what you did with me last night. You're fun."
Her plump thighs pressed down with delicious weight, threatening to short-circuit his brain, but her words also froze him in place.
"W-What is... a servant?"
Rias smiled sweetly, tracing circles on his chest with a fingertip.
"I'm Rias Gremory. A Devil."
She hooked a finger under his chin.
"And I'm also your master. From now on, I'll call you Kuroha—is that okay?"
Okay? Not sure.
All he knew was that someone had just walked in from outside—someone who'd been calling him to get up for a long time and, getting no response, burst in angrily.
Kuroha's mom stared at the scene in shock, then calmly said, "You two carry on," and shut the door.
Moments later, he heard frantic footsteps pounding away.
"Dear!!!!!!"
"Kuroha, he, he! %%R%%%"
Kuroha clutched his forehead, suddenly exhausted.
Rias watched the spectacle with great interest.
"Your family's really lively."
All Kuroha could do was give a bitter smile.