In the flattened, devastated wilderness, time seemed frozen. Most of the yandere remained suspended in the sky, motionless, as if their souls had abandoned their bodies. They could not accept the cruel truth laid bare before them. The only sound aside from the relentless wind was Grayfia's broken groans and muffled moans as she clutched Yusuke's hand, her fingers trembling violently around his.
However, there was one exception to this, and that person was the drill-haired, mature blonde woman, Eleonora. She did not remain in a state of shock and panic for long. Her eyes, which had originally been fixed on Grayfia's hand, involuntarily moved toward Akeno when she caught the falling Rias. For some reason, her gaze lingered on her a moment longer than necessary before moving to Sona.
The more she observed them, the more her eyes narrowed, and the faint light seemed to return to her bleak, dim gaze.
Eleonora knew that Yusuke possessed a strange and mysterious charm that pulled women toward him and made them intoxicatingly obsessed. In short, he could turn women into yandere, utterly devoted to him. She herself was one of them, and she had been happy with that, so extremely happy. Considering the pain tearing through her now at his death, it was only reasonable that the other women should experience the same agony, if not more.
So how could a yandere who had just watched her beloved die still have the leisure to care about someone else, even notice her, and catch her the way Akeno caught Rias in mid air?
It was suspicious! Very suspicious!
Eleonora had already been wary of these yandere, so she always viewed their actions with scrutiny, especially Sona's. Now that she focused on Sona again, her suspicion only grew.
Sona indeed looked panicked and devastated, but the longer Eleonora watched her, the more flaws she began to notice in that display. Her face was not as pale as Rias, Venelana, or even Eleonora's own. She appeared to be shaking, but her movements felt exaggerated, almost deliberate. The more Eleonora studied her, the more cracks she found in Sona's performance.
Back when Sona found Grayfia's hidden place for the first time, Eleonora had already begun to feel that she was hiding something from them. When she managed to locate it again for the second time, her suspicion only grew stronger. Now, watching her put on this act, Eleonora felt certain that Sona was plotting something.
Sona might be smart, even a genius tactician, but she had plenty of flaws. Her acting skills were terrible, to put it mildly. Well... they were still better than her cooking.
Compared to her, Tsubaki and Murayama were far more convincing. The two of them were delivering performances worthy of an Oscar. They looked almost identical to Rias, Xenovia, or Irina in their grief.
Those two had always been good at pretending. After all, they had managed to hide their affection for Yusuke for quite some time before finally confronting him back then.
Akeno, on the other hand, also made a blunder when she caught Rias.
The more Eleonora thought, the brighter her eyes shone. A look of enlightenment crossed her face before it returned to a blank expression. She grabbed Ravel and Isabella and said, "Let's go."
"...No! I don't want to... Yusuke sama! He isn't dead... he must be somewhere... this isn't reality... we are. in an illusion..." Ravel tried to wrestle free from her mother's grip, mumbling in a frantic, hollow voice. Her struggles stopped the moment Eleonora shot her a sharp glare and leaned close to whisper a few words into her ear. Whatever she said froze Ravel in place. The girl stared at her mother in shock, her lips parting slightly before pressing together again.
"..." Isabella, on the other hand, was on autopilot. Her mind had completely shut down.
A magic circle flashed beneath the three of them, and in the next instant, they vanished.
Their sudden departure caught the attention of Sona and her peerage, along with Akeno and the others.
They exchanged quick glances, confusion flickering across their faces. Why did those three leave? Still, none of them reacted. To avoid exposing anything, they maintained their composure and continued their performance..
It would not matter if those three had left simply because their feelings for Yusuke were not genuine enough. But if they had seen through the act, that would be a problem.
"Uhhh... uhhh... uhhh..."
All this time, Grayfia's groans and moans continued to echo as she clutched Yusuke's hand tightly against her chest, tears streaming unceasingly down her face. Then something struck her.
A faint light returned to her bleak eyes.
"If my Yusuke is dead, I'll revive him! I'll bring him back! I can do it... no! I will do it!"
Reviving the dead or communicating with them was not impossible in this world. For example, if someone who believed in Buddhism died and reached the Western Paradise, as long as one could obtain permission from Buddha or a Bodhisattva, they would be able to see and contact that deceased person.
The same principle applied to many other faiths and realms, such as Yama, Helheim, and others. As for true resurrection, most existing methods were flawed and came with heavy drawbacks. However, Grayfia knew of a tool that could truly restore the dead, one of the thirteen Longinus, the Holy Grail, Sephiroth Graal. It was rumored to possess the power to bring the dead back to life.
Grayfia did not know the whereabouts of the Holy Grail, but she would find it. And when she did, she would force its owner to use it to revive her Yusuke.
Hope surged through her heart once more. Her shivering body gradually grew still as the tremors faded. She gently held Yusuke's hand, almost reverently, as if afraid even the slightest force might hurt him.
In the next moment, a magic circle formed beneath her feet and enveloped her figure before she disappeared.
"Where did she go?!" Sona, Akeno, and the others blurted out at the same time, turning to look at one another in alarm.
A few moments later, several powerful auras surged from the distance and closed in at high speed. They arrived shortly after, the one leading them was Sirzechs.
"Mother? Rias! What happened to her?" Sirzechs, followed by three members of his peerage, took in the scene before him. His expression turned complicated when his eyes fell on his mother, but it changed to shock and worry the moment he saw his sister unconscious, blood dripping from her eyes and staining her beautiful face.
The clash between Grayfia and the other yandere had been so devastating that it was impossible not to draw attention. It immediately alarmed Sirzechs and the others.
Still, no one answered him. Everyone remained silent, almost frozen in place. Sona glanced at him and quietly let out a breath of relief.
It was a good thing her sister had not come along. If Serafall were to learn that Yusuke had 'died" because of Venelana's attack, she would lose all sense of reason. There was a strong chance she would go berserk and attack Venelana without hesitation.
...
Yusuke's house had not been repaired from the damage caused by Asia's loss of control. In the living room on the first floor, Yusuke's body lay on his back, completely motionless.
Originally, the plan that Yusuke came up with to get rid of the collar suppressing his power was to flood it with an even greater surge of energy and force it to malfunction. When he raised his level by two, it succeeded, and he managed to perform his 'role'.
He had not been completely certain of his success, so he prepared other methods to pull off his fake death. It was not easy. The most crucial part was the timing, choosing the precise moment to use the Void Pearl to teleport away and make his death appear real,
To him, it was great news that he could recover his power without too much trouble, but he had underestimated the collar personally created by Ajuka Beelzebub. It was true that the collar had been overloaded and stopped functioning for a very short moment. However, its safety function quickly activated and immediately released a suppressing wave that directly shocked Yusuke's mind and body, forcing his power back down once again.
Ajuka Beelzebub had already taken into account the possibility of someone trying to flood the collar with their own power. If a captive managed to escape and find assistance, it would be possible to remove the collar, which was precisely why he added that safety function.
Still, the method Yusuke used was effective. The problem was that he had not poured in enough power to brute force and completely destroy the collar. Instead, he triggered the safety mechanism and was knocked unconscious by the suppressing backlash.
At that moment, a flaming orange magic circle appeared in front of Yusuke's house door. Eleonora, Ravel, and Isabella stepped out of it. Under Eleonora's lead, the three approached the entrance. The door was already open, and they walked inside.
What greeted them was the partly burned interior of the house and, more importantly, the unconscious Yusuke lying there.
"Yusuke-sama!" Ravel and Isabella cried out at the same time, their panic breaking through as they rushed toward him.
They both held his body, checking him in panic. Soon, they breathed a sigh of relief when they realized he was only unconscious. Holding him like this, enjoying the privilege and luxury of touching him so closely for the first time, both girls felt as if they had risen from hell to heaven.
They had gone from absolute despair at witnessing Yusuke's death to finding him alive and holding him in their arms.
'My guess was right after all, Eleonora said as she closed the door behind her and licked her lips, stepping forward slowly, her high heels making sharp tapping sounds against the floor. She had always been perceptive, intelligent, and rational. It did not take her long to piece together the clues and reach a conclusion.
She had not been completely certain that her deduction was correct before coming here, but it seemed luck was on her side. Her love, her man, was not dead. He was alive. What confused her, however, was why he remained unconscious like this. He did not appear injured, and even his hand was intact.
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"It doesn't matter now. Most importantly, Yusuke is right in front of me... open and powerless... fufufu~" Eleonora licked her finger, her steps quickening. When she reached him, she knelt down and pushed the two girls aside. "Move! I want to check on him first."
"Checking him?" Ravel and Isabella stared at her with matching frowns.
"Yes! Are you going to disobey me?" Eleonora shot them a single sharp glare, and that was enough to make both girls fall silent and step back.
Satisfied that they understood their place, Eleonora smiled faintly. Her hands moved toward him, trembling slightly from excitement. When her fingers brushed against his skin, a shiver of euphoria coursed through her entire body, starting from her fingertips.
She closed her eyes and leaned closer, drawing in a slow breath as she inhaled Yusuke's addictive scent.
She had dreamed every day and night of being this close to him, touching him, breathing him in like this.
The reason the three women's submission had not risen as sharply as the others was because of Eleonora. She had shared her suspicions with them and taken them away in time. Otherwise, at least Ravel and Isabella would have already reached the Devote level like the rest.
Hot steam escaped from Eleonora's mouth and nose as she lowered her head ever so slowly, her warm breath brushing against his face. She extended her wet tongue and traced it along his cheek, then over the tip of his nose, before finally reaching those coveted lips. With an intoxicated look in her eyes, she licked them slowly, tasting them, memorizing them.
Under Ravel and Isabella's watchful gaze, she pressed her lips against his, drawing them into a lingering kiss, savoring them as if they were the finest wine or the most exquisite delicacy.
A few moments later, simple kisses were no longer enough. She reached out and gently held his chin, opening his mouth. Her tongue slipped inside without hesitation, exploring, seeking, tangling with his in a deep, possessive kiss.
Her free hand cradled the back of his head, her fingers threading into his hair, holding him steady as she deepened the kiss, the kiss turned wetter, and hungrier. Soft, lewd sounds slipped from her throat each time their tongues tangled together, her lips pressing harder against his as if she wanted to devour him whole.
Her breathing grew heavier as she continued to taste him without restraint, completely indulging in this moment that she had fantasized about for so long.
A rush of exhilaration and liberation flooded Eleonora's mind, an ecstasy sharper and more overwhelming than anything she had ever known. Her knees trembled against the floor as pleasure coiled tight inside her body.
She clutched Yusuke harder, with her arms wrapping around his face and neck, pressing her body to his until her large, soft breasts flattened against his chest. The back of her dress darkened in a spreading patch as love juice flooded from between her thighs, soaking through the fabric in hot waves. She cum just from the kiss alone, a soul-shaking orgasm ripping through her.
The pleasure was countless times more intense than anything she had ever drawn from her water jutsu. It could not even compare!
Her entire body shuddered violently against him, her thighs squeezing together. Tears slipped from the corners of her closed eyes, mingling with the wetness already coating her cheeks as she clung to him, riding out the mind-breaking climax with muffled moans against his mouth.
When their kiss finally parted, Eleonora pulled back slowly. A long, thick string of saliva stretched between their mouths, glistening obscenely in the dim light before it snapped with a faint, wet sound. The strand fell away, leaving a thin trail on her chin that she ignored.
She licked her lips, savoring the lingering warmth of him, then brushed them with her index finger, tracing their shape as if engraving this moment into her mind. Her blue eyes were fixed on Yusuke's face. They glowed with a deep, obsessive light, intense and almost feverish, her pupils blown so wide they nearly devoured the blue around them.
Her huge breasts rose and fell heavily with each breath, straining against the fabric of her dress. The motion made them bounce visibly, the soft weight shifting with every inhale, her stiff nipples pressing clearly through the thin material. Sweat had begun to bead along her collarbones and in the deep valley between them, catching the low light in tiny points of brightness.
"M-mom, can… I do it too?"
Ravel's soft voice snapped her back to her senses. She turned her head, glancing at Ravel before replying lightly, "You will… soon. For now, why don't you find something else to keep yourself busy until I'm done?"
Ravel's eyes moved back and forth between Eleonora and Yusuke. How was she supposed to wait any longer? Yusuke stood right in front of her. But with Eleonora there, she couldn't gather the courage to go against her. In the end, she lowered her head and answered softly.
"…Alright."
She walked to a chair and sat down, spreading her legs as she lifted her skirt. White lace panties came into view, already darkened and clinging transparently to her lower lips, the crotch soaked through. Clear trails of love juice glistened on her inner thighs, running in slow lines toward her knees.
Ravel kept her eyes locked on Yusuke the entire time. Her right hand slipped between her spread thighs, fingertips brushing the drenched lace before pushing it aside. Two fingers slipped inside, then began moving in slow circles over her clit. A soft, trembling sigh escaped her lips as her hips rocked forward into her own touch.
Isabella, on the other hand, had also wanted to speak. Yet when she saw that Eleonora no longer seemed willing to entertain anyone, she bit her lip and moved to the sofa instead.
She dropped onto the cushions and immediately raised both long legs, hooking them over the armrest. Her hands moved to the waistband of her tight jeans, tugging them down just far enough to expose the thin black thong beneath. The fabric was already stretched taut over her mound, a visible damp spot spreading at the center. Isabella pushed the thong to the side with one finger and slid two others straight into her entrance, pumping slowly at first, then faster. Her free hand found her clit, rubbing circles in time with the thrusts of her fingers.
"Haahn… hmm… ehhh… ahn…"
The sounds spilled from her in soft, little moans that mingled with Ravel's quieter gasps and the wet rhythm of their hands moving between their legs. Both women kept their eyes fixed on Yusuke, watching every detail; the way his chest rose and fell, the faint sheen of saliva still on his lips from Eleonora's kiss, the obvious bulge straining against his pants.
In the entire Phenex House, the one with the highest authority was Eleonora. She had cornered her husband to the point that he didn't even dare raise his head in front of her. Her sons respected her and feared her, especially after the changes she had undergone recently. Ravel, who knew her mother's methods all too well, feared and respected her just the same. The other peerage members feared her even more.
So even though Isabella wanted nothing more than to be as close as possible to Yusuke, she understood one thing clearly. If she defied Eleonora's will at this moment, she would lose this precious chance.
Eleonora rose slowly to her feet, her movements graceful despite the faint tremble in her legs from the orgasm that she had just experienced. She reached behind her back, fumbling with her fingers for the zipper of her red dress. The fabric resisted at first, the metal tab catching stubbornly, but she tugged harder until it finally gave way with a soft rasp.
The dress loosened around her shoulders. She shrugged it off in one motion, letting the red material slide down her arms, over her hips, and pool at her feet in a crumpled heap, revealing her alluring milf body.
She stood there in nothing but an ultra-thin blue-and-black bra and a matching Lorraine thong. The bra was so thin that her stiff pink nipples pressed clearly against the lace, so hard and pronounced that it looked as though they might pierce straight through the fragile fabric.
The thong fared even worse; the front panel had turned almost transparent from how thoroughly soaked it was. A steady trickle of her lewd fluid escaped the edges, forming a thin, sticky trail that ran down the inside of one thigh before dripping in slow, heavy drops onto the floor beneath her.
She bent down once again, she placed both hands on his chest, her thumbs brushed downward, to the waistband of his pants as she pressed her body against his once more. The hard points of her nipples dragged across his shirt, sending a visible shiver through her own body.
Yusuke's clothes were mostly ruined by Venelana's orb. The back of his shirt had been completely shredded, leaving torn fabric hanging in rough strips, and his pants were not in much better shape, scorched and ripped in several places as if they had barely survived the blast.
Eleonora reached out with one hand and gave the ruined shirt a single, firm pull. Threads snapped instantly. The entire shirt tore apart like paper, falling away in useless scraps to reveal his upper body.
Her hands slid down, and she treated his pajama pants the same way, or what little remained of them.
"So big... and thick... amazing!"
With the last of the annoying clothes gone, Eleonora finally took in his body without obstruction. Her eyes locked straight onto the thick, veiny length jutting upward, rigid and proud, angled toward the sky as if ready to pierce through anything in its path like a spear. Ravel and Isabella were so mesmerized by the sight that their hands stilled completely, their movements dying mid stroke as they stared with their mouths parted.
Eleonora reached out slowly, her fingers wrapping around the base of Yusuke's shaft. Her hand looked tiny against his girth; she could barely close her grip fully, her thumb and fingers straining to meet on the other side. The heat of him against her palm, his thick veins throbbing under her touch, the sheer size and power of it making her breath stop.
Compared to this mighty, magnificent cock, her husband's had been so weak and thin, so utterly pathetic. Just the memory of allowing that other man to touch her filled her with a wave of revulsion so intense it twisted her stomach.
She felt dirty and tainted, as though his mere existence had left an invisible stain on her skin and soul. The disgust clawed at her insides; she wanted to scrub herself and scour every inch until no trace remained.
But she knew the only thing that could truly cleanse her was Yusuke.
Only her Yusuke could fill her completely, stretch her pussy until every unwanted memory dissolved beneath the overwhelming pleasure of him buried deep inside her. Only his hot, sticky cum flooding into her, coating her trembling walls, could paint her womb white and smother every wrong touch, reshape her body and mind to fit him perfectly until she belonged to him alone, marked through and through, inside and out.
Imagining the scene of his cock buried deep inside her, Eleonora grew impatient. She quickly straddled him and lifted her waist. Her fingers shook slightly as she reached down, hooking the soaked crotch of her Lorraine thong to the side.
The thin fabric peeled away from her lower lips with a wet sound, exposing her completely. A steady waterfall of love juice poured from her entrance, dripping in thick, continuous streams that splashed onto the head of his cock and ran down the shaft.
She gripped his cock with both hands, guiding it toward her flooding pussy. With trembling hands, she lowered herself until the tip of his cock kissed her cunt, then pressed down, stretching her tight hole as he slowly slipped inside. "Ahn~! So good! Inside! Yusuke... is finally inside me!!! Ahnnn! This feeling is so good! I'm cumming!"
The mental and physical pleasure of feeling him enter her made Eleonora climax on the spot, releasing a jet of love juice that sprayed in a high arc through the air before landing across Yusuke's chest and abs.
Craving even more pleasure, Eleonora lowered herself completely, taking his cock to the hilt. Just as she had imagined, it stretched her walls so tightly she could feel his thick veins scraping along her inner flesh, the tip of his cock smashing directly against her womb and pressing into it as if trying to force its way through her cervix.
...
If these three women were normal, their first reaction upon seeing Yusuke lying on the floor like that would have been to rush to his side, check his condition, examine him carefully, and carry him to his bed so he could rest, or better yet, take him straight to the hospital. But these three women were anything but normal. The moment they realized Yusuke was only unconscious, they released the restraints they had forced upon themselves and allowed their repressed desires and longings to rise without resistance.
Eleonora was confident in her blowjob skills. Under different circumstances, she would have enjoyed showing them off and basking in Yusuke's reaction. However, with him unconscious and unable to enjoy it or praise her, and since his cock was so hard, almost as if it had been waiting for her pussy to swallow it, she skipped the foreplay entirely and rode Yusuke, taking his cock inside her.
"Ahn~! So… full… Yusuke… inside me…!"
Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice as pleasure exploded through her body. Multiple jets of clear lewd fluid sprayed from her pussy, arcing high before splashing across his abs and chest in hot, messy streaks. Her thighs trembled violently, her knees grew weak, but she refused to lift off him. Instead, she ground down harder, rolling her hips in tight circles to feel every ridge and twitch, as the orgasm ripped through her in wave after wave.
Even unconscious, his thick cock throbbed inside her, responding to the rhythmic squeeze of her walls. The sensation only made her climax last longer, her vision whitened out at the edges, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as she rode out the peak.
When the worst of the spasms finally eased, she braced her palms on his chest and began to move.
She slammed her hips down again and again, taking his thick cock to the root with every descent. Her large breasts bounced wildly in the air, her stiff nipples pocking against the thin bra that had long since been pushed down. Each impact sent them jiggling upward before they fell again, slapping softly against her chest in time with her rhythm.
Her big, fat ass clapped loudly against his pelvis and thighs, sharp, obscenely wet smacks that echoed through the room every time she fell down.
Sweat poured from her skin, dripping from her forehead, running between her breasts, sliding down her back, and pooling in the dimples above her ass. Drool leaked from the corner of her open mouth, mixing with the tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her moans had turned into unrestrained cries and animalistic sounds that filled every corner of the space.
"Ahhn! Yusuke! Yes...Haahn! Yes...Emhh! Deeper...!!! More!!!"
She felt like she had achieved nirvana itself. Every thrust drove her closer to something transcendent, as though her entire life had been leading to this single, perfect moment of being filled to the brim by him.
Pla! Pla! Pla!
Her heart pounded so violently she could feel it in her throat; her shoulders shook with the force of each downward slam. She leaned forward, hands clutching his face desperately, her thumbs brushing his cheeks as she stared down into his unconscious features through a haze of tears.
Tears of pure, overwhelming joy poured from her eyes. Each time her ass slammed home and his cock crushed against her womb, another orgasm flooded her. She declared in breathless, sobbing bursts between her moans and cries.
"I love you… I love you so much, Yusuke… only you… forever… ahh, ahhn♡! I'll do anything… anything at all… to keep you safe… to keep you happy… to make you mine… forever and ever… ahh… I love you… I love youuu~♡♡!!!"
Her pussy spasmed wildly around him with every climax, gushing fresh waves of love juice that soaked his lap, his balls, the floor beneath them. She ground down harder, rolling her hips in frantic circles to feel every inch of him scraping her walls, the head battering her cervix over and over.
The scene was incredibly obscene and vulgar, and somehow even more arousing because of it. Watching it, even an impotent man would have found himself pitching a tent at the sight of Eleonora's melted ahegao face and her erotic, voluptuous body wet with her own sweat and overflowing love juice.
Ravel and Isabella could no longer endure it. The sight of Yusuke's cock sliding into Eleonora's eager pussy consumed their thoughts completely, leaving no space for reason or restraint.
They crawled forward on trembling hands and knees, their faces flushed red, and their eyes glassy with desperate hunger. Ravel reached his right side first. She lifted his limp hand with shaking fingers and pressed it between her spread thighs, guiding his palm flat against her soaked white lace. She sank down onto it immediately, grinding her clit against his knuckles while pushing two of his fingers inside herself.
"Haa… Yes! Yusuke-sama… Finally… finally I can feel you…! Please… feel me up! Ahn~! Haahn!"
She rocked her hips against his hand, feeling his two thick fingers stretching her tight walls as Ravel began to move like a manic, riding him as if she were straddling his cock and fucking him instead of merely using his hand. Soft whimpers spilled from her lips as her walls convulsed around his fingers.
Isabella did the same on the left. She took his other hand, licked his fingers once wetting them with her own saliva, then shoved them straight between her legs. She sat fully on his hand, three fingers stretching her lower hole open as she began to bounce, grinding her clit against his palm with every downward motion.
"Nnnh… Yusuke… so good… even unconscious… You are the absolute best... Ahn~!" This sensation was thousands of times better than generating electricity while burying her face in Yusuke's clothes.
Her moans rose in pitch, thighs trembling violently as she fucked herself on his hand. Both women moved in sync with Eleonora's rhythm, Ravel's soft gasps, and Isabella's sharper cries, blending with the wet slaps of Eleonora's ass meeting Yusuke's hips and the obscene squelch of all three women using his body.
Eleonora glanced down at them through tear-blurred eyes. She frowned in irritation but chose to ignore them for now. She felt far too good to care about anything else; the endless orgasms and crashing climaxes were leaving her mind with barely any space for coherent thoughts.
She leaned forward again, pressing her sweat-drenched breasts tightly against Yusuke's chest. The heavy, soft flesh flattened against him as her nipples scraped over his skin. Her lips found his once again, sealing over them in a deep, sloppy kiss. She sucked his tongue into her mouth greedily, tangling with it and exploring every inch while her hips kept slamming down.
Her ass clapped against his pelvis over and over with loud, wet smacks that echoed through the room as she took his cock to the hilt with each drop.
She swallowed his saliva hungrily, drinking it as if it were the Elixir of Life. Her eyes rolled halfway back, long lashes fluttering as heat clouded her gaze. Her fingers clutched the back of his head, nails digging lightly into his scalp, holding him in place as though he might disappear the instant she loosened her grip.
Suddenly, she felt it.
His cock throbbed violently inside her, swelling even thicker for a moment before the first powerful spurt burst deep into her womb. Hot, thick white cum poured into her wet, convulsing walls, coating her insides completely.
The sheer volume overwhelmed her at once, warmth spreading through her belly, filling her until she felt stuffed from the inside out.
'Ahhn! Yusuke… cumming inside… filling me…!' She came while she was still in the middle of her orgasm. How could she not when she was being creampied by the man she loved most?
This was a dream 'cum' true. Her pussy clamped down around him in violent spasms, milking every last drop as her love juice gushed out around his base.
Thick streams of her lewd fluids mixed with his cum, squirting out in messy jets that drenched both their thighs, his balls, and the floor beneath them. The overflow poured down in warm rivers, forming sticky puddles around their bodies.
She slowly pulled back from the kiss, her lips parting with a soft, wet sound. A thick, transparent strand of saliva stretched obscenely between their mouths, glistening in the dim light for a moment before it finally snapped and fell away.
Eleonora licked her lips slowly, savoring the lingering blend of their shared saliva. Her chest still rose and fell with heavy breaths, her large breasts lifting and lowering in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
She completely ignored Ravel and Isabella, who were now convulsing, clearly caught in their own climaxes. Their hips ground desperately against Yusuke's limp hands as soft whimpers and sharp gasps spilled from their lips, their soaked pussies greedily drawing his fingers deeper inside.
She reached down between their joined bodies, sliding two fingers along her slit. When she pulled them back, they were coated in the creamy mixture of her love juice and Yusuke's thick, white, viscous cum, clinging to her skin in heavy strands. Without hesitation, she brought her fingers to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lap up the sticky fluid.
She ran her tongue slowly along her fingers, savoring every drop, her half-lidded eyes glowing with deep satisfaction. Saliva dripped from the tip of her wet tongue in long, glistening threads as she drew her fingers fully into her mouth, sucking them slowly and thoroughly.
When she finally swallowed, the motion was visible, her throat moving with a loud, wet glub that echoed faintly through the room. She exhaled, releasing a drunken sigh as though she had just drunk the most intoxicating wine imaginable.
"M-mom... it's... my turn now, right?" Ravel suddenly spoke, her voice stuttering from nervousness and from the lingering afterglow of her climax that Yusuke's fingers had drawn from her.
"..." Eleonora's eyes regained their clarity. She shot Ravel a sharp glare, but in the end, she still moved, standing up as Yusuke's cock slipped free from her pussy, his cum dripping down from her cunt. "It's your turn." She turned around and walked with unsteady steps to the nearest sofa, slumping down heavily.
She still wanted to ride Yusuke and enjoy that otherworldly pleasure, but she knew the other two had to take their turns as well. Otherwise, she would not be able to maintain her dominance if they ever grew bold enough to rebel.
After all, she still needed them to compete against other women for Yusuke's love and attention.
"...Really?! Hehe... Hahaha...! Finally!" Ravel could not believe her ears. Her eyes widened as she tried to stand, only to stumble forward and fall flat on her face, her ass sticking high in the air as Yusuke's fingers slipped free from her flooding pussy.
She did not care.
She crawled over and straddled Yusuke's cock, grabbing the hem of her skirt and quickly wiping his length free of love juice and cum. With wild, expectant eyes, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and aimed it at her pussy.
She did not want to delay any longer. Who knew if Yusuke's other women would return at this exact moment and ruin her chance simply because she decided to take her time and savor it.
There was no way she would commit such a stupid, third-rate mistake.
However, even though Ravel tried to avoid the cliché, she was still destined to be pussyblocked.
Bang!
Suddenly, the closed door was slammed open, and a blood-haired, cute-looking girl stepped inside. She glanced around, and the moment she saw the scene, a burst of purple flame erupted from her body.
**
Although Asia used to belong to the church and had been exposed to supernaturals and even possessed her own Sacred Gear, she never learned anything about magic or holy power. Her only role had been to heal others and pray to God.
When, through a freak coincidence, she obtained the Incinerate Anthem, she could train with it only in secret. Even then, she barely practiced, since she could not allow herself to be exposed.
Because of all these factors, even now, Asia knew nothing about magic. She did not even know teleportation magic, so when she wanted to return to Yusuke's house, she had to do it the old-fashioned way, riding a train and taking a taxi.
However, although she did not know much about magic, her Incinerate Anthem was far more destructive than most spells. The purple flames burst from her, scorching the doorframe and racing across the walls. Her green eyes glowed with an ominous light as the sight before her drove her mind into a storm of unending fury.
The sight of Yusuke lying powerless on the floor sent a violent tremor through her chest. One woman was riding his hand, while another was doing something even more unforgivable. She was raping him. As if that were not enough, a third woman lay sprawled across the sofa, her legs parted, her exposed lower body smeared and dripping with white fluid.
Asia had lived in Yusuke's house for months.
She did not need a second thought to understand exactly what had happened!
These three women had defiled her Yusuke, her God!
BOOMM!
A column of flame erupted from her, blasting through the ceiling and tearing open a second hole above. Tongues of purple fire coiled around her body as she stepped inside, mumbling, "Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Die! You filthy Devil sluts!"
With a violent thrust of both hands that laid bare her absolute fury, the purple Holy Flame surrounding her surged forward in a roaring wave toward Ravel and Isabella, who were still mounting Yusuke's body.
"Ravel!"
Shocked and frightened by the sudden intrusion of the blond human and her open hostility, Eleonora barely had time to react when she saw the attack shooting toward her daughter. Her expression twisted as she lunged forward without hesitation, rushing to shield Ravel from the incoming flames.
Those flames were Holy Fire. If a weak Devil like Ravel or Isabella were touched by them, even for a moment, they would likely die. Holy Fire was a poison, the natural bane of all Devils, even the stronger ones. Back then, Akeno had nearly died after being struck by it. If Yusuke had not intervened, she would not have survived.
Ravel might possess her clan's Immortality, but that ability would mean nothing if she were hit by even a drop of holy water, much less Holy Fire born from the Holy Cross.
A sudden gust of wind detonated beneath Eleonora's feet, launching her upward with astonishing speed. The force lifted her whole body in a blink, driving her straight toward the others like a missile wrapped in a storm.
She did not hesitate.
Her right hand shot out and grabbed Ravel by the collar of her dress. At the same time, her left leg snapped forward in a fierce kick that slammed into Isabella's chest. The blow hurled the other woman backward through the air, her limbs flailing, until she smashed hard against the far wall with a heavy thud.
Isabella slid down the wall, gasping, still stunned, her body twitching faintly as the climax had not fully faded yet.
Eleonora's free hand dropped and clamped around Yusuke's ankle. She twisted mid-air, using the surging wind to pivot sharply to the side. The raging gust carried them in a wide, whipping arc, pulling them away from the center of the room and beyond the reach of the purple flames.
The Stolas House has authority over birds. They could command and tame them with ease, without her avian familiars nearby; however, Eleonora could not fully exercise that ability. Even so, the Phenex House and the Stolas House shared a similar magical affinity. Both houses held exceptional control over flame and wind.
Earlier, she relied on her wind magic to accelerate her movement, using a concentrated gust to close the distance in an instant and pull everyone out of danger.
"Egh!" Isabella clutched her chest and coughed before forcing herself to stand. Her lower body remained completely exposed, her legs trembling as thin trails of love juice slid down her thighs. She turned toward Asia and glared at her with blazing, furious eyes, her face contorted with rage.
She had suffered for so long just for a single chance to be close to Yusuke. She endured Eleonora's countless attempts to suppress her. She tried to escape many times and failed, and in the end, she had bowed her head simply for the sake of seeing Yusuke again.
Now that she had finally been close to him, touching him, even taking him inside her, this blond bitch had destroyed her precious moment!
"Mother!" Ravel landed lightly on her feet as soon as her mother set her down. She looked up at Eleonora, then turned her gaze back to the blond nun.
The nun faced them with a cold expression. The look in her eyes was as if she stood before the people who had massacred her clan, raped her, and thrown her into the wild to be devoured by beasts.
"I will deal with her; you keep Yusuke safe," Eleonora said as she pushed Ravel back and stepped forward. She shot a glance at Isabella and added, "Be careful. She is the owner of the Incinerate Anthem."
Aika, Murayama, and the others had already informed everyone, including Eleonora, about Asia's ability. Although she had never met Asia before, she could easily recognize one of the thirteen Longinus when she saw it.
"You all deserve to die! Burn to ashes and go to hell!" Asia's whispered darkly. She thrust both hands high above her head. Purple flames erupted from her palms, twisting and coiling until they formed the towering silhouette of a faceless, muscular man.
The fiery figure roared silently as it surged forward, aimed straight at Eleonora. Intense heat rolled off it in waves, igniting what remained of the furniture and licking hungrily across the walls.
'This stupid slut! Why does Yusuke always attract crazy women?!' Eleonora clicked her tongue inwardly. She was still completely naked, her skin smeared with her own fluids and Yusuke's spunk, but she did not have the luxury to think about covering herself at this moment. She wrapped herself in wind once more and darted forward in sharp zigzagging movements.
As she moved, her large, round breasts bounced heavily with each sudden change of direction, swaying and slapping against her chest. Her long blond hair whipped freely behind her.
The purple flame man lunged, its massive arms sweeping in wide arcs. Heat scorched the air where she had been a fraction of a second earlier. Eleonora twisted mid-flight, the wind dragging her sideways just as the blazing fist slammed into the floor. Stone cracked and melted beneath the impact.
Bang! Bang!
The fire man kept throwing punch after punch at Eleonora, but each strike failed to land. She bent and turned her body at the last possible moment, barely avoiding direct contact. Even so, the heat sometimes grazed her skin, leaving red burns. The house was large, but far too narrow for a fight of this scale.
While weaving through the assault, she could not help rolling her eyes at the flaming figure that bore a ridiculous resemblance to Yusuke.
As expected of a crazy bitch.
Eleonora assessed the situation in an instant. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Isabella inching closer to Asia.
Based on what she had learned from the other girls and her own quick judgment, Eleonora reached a clear conclusion. Aside from her Sacred Gear, Asia was extremely weak. She lacked combat experience, her control was sloppy, and her attacks were crude, effective only against those far beneath her.
As long as Eleonora could close the distance, she could end this quickly.
Asia had almost no real combat experience beyond tormenting stray Devils and other low-class supernaturals. All her focus locked onto Eleonora, pouring every ounce of hatred in that single direction. She did not notice Isabella creeping closer.
She was far too inexperienced and far too enraged. Her fury narrowed her vision until only one target existed, blinding her to everything else around her.
Isabella clenched her hands, bending forward as she advanced step by careful step toward Asia. Even so, the heat and stray strands of Holy Fire that burst out again and again nearly brushed against her. More than once, she had to halt, twist aside, or take a detour to avoid being touched, each delay slowing her approach.
After a few more cautious steps, she felt she had reached the right distance. She drew strength into her legs, muscles coiling tight, ready to explode forward, tackle the crazy blond nun, and end this.
However, before she could move, her eyes suddenly widened, and she froze in place. It was not only her. Eleonora and Asia also came to an abrupt stop, their gazes locking onto the figure that had appeared out of nowhere in front of Asia.
It was Yusuke.
His naked figure stood calmly before her. He paid no attention to the raging purple flames, as if they were nothing more than warm air, and lifted one hand to gently pat Asia's head.
"Yu-Yusuke sama!"
Light slowly returned to Asia's eyes, her lips parting as she stared up at him in disbelief, tears welling at once. Her voice trembled as she called out his name. She lifted a shaking hand, reaching toward him as though he might disappear if she moved too quickly.
Realizing he was naked, she hesitated, her fingers hovering for a breath before she gently placed her palms against his chest, as though even the slightest touch might defile him.
***
Although it looked as though he had just woken up, in truth, Yusuke regained consciousness the moment he emptied himself deep inside Eleonora's tight, clutching pussy.
The intense squeezing of her wet, warm walls convulsing and writhing around his dick felt so overwhelming that it dragged him out of unconsciousness by force.
At that time, he intended to open his eyes and confront the three women. However, two things made him reconsider.
First, his power had been sealed once again, or at least partially sealed. He could barely access 20% of his true strength. Second, the system notifications appearing before him, showing the steady rise in the three women's submissions, forced him to pause.
[Eleonora Stolas's submission + 1!]
[Eleonora Stolas's submission + 1!]
[Ravel Phenex's submission + 1!]
[Ravel Phenex's submission + 1!]
[Isabela's submission + 1!]
[Isabela's submission + 1!]
Their submission continued to climb again and again until it finally halted at 90 points.
Seeing their submission rising like this, it seemed that fucking him was the reason for it. That thought made Yusuke decide to continue pretending to be unconscious while he worked out a plan to leave an impact so profound it would push their submission past 90 and into the Devoted level.
By now, that sort of thing was something Yusuke was fairly good at. He only needed to put on a convincing act to make it work.
Unfortunately, Asia's sudden arrival ruined everything. She interrupted not only the three women's fun but also Yusuke's carefully forming plan.
He watched for a while, but in the end, he had no choice but to step in and stop the fight, especially after seeing Asia burn his freaking house even more. This sneaky, cunning blond nun had already blasted a massive hole through the ceiling across all eight floors, and now she was setting it on fire again.
Of course, he also did not want Isabella or Eleonora to be severely injured or burned alive by the Holy Flame. The same went for Asia. She deserved punishment, but no one except him would be the one to discipline her.
Although he could only access 20% of his power, it was more than enough to handle Asia, especially since he was the natural bane of the Incinerate Anthem.
Furthermore, even 20% of his current strength was greater than 80% of what he possessed before he was kidnapped by Grayfia.
He moved instantly from where Ravel had been clinging to him and appeared before Asia, ignoring the raging purple flames as he placed his hand on top of her head.
"Yu-Yusuke sama!" Asia first pressed her hand against his chest, tears welling in her eyes. Then she threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly and burying her face against his naked chest as she sobbed. "I thought... I thought I would never see you again, Yusuke-sama!"
"Thank God you are safe! No, thank you for being safe!" She clung to him as if afraid he might disappear, her fingers digging into his back while she pressed herself against his wet, hard, muscular body. Whether intentional or not, her lower body rubbed against his naked dick that stood erect, pushing against the fabric of her nun dress.
"..." Yusuke did not know what to say. These women, each one somehow more shameless than the last, were testing the limits of his patience. Instead of responding to Asia, he turned around and fixed the other three with a cold, indifferent stare.
The moment his gaze fell on them, they straightened instinctively, standing side by side like obedient students facing the reprimand of a strict teacher.
"Do you realize what you did is a crime?"
"Ravel, Isabella, you truly disappointed me!" His expression grew colder with every word. He deliberately ignored Eleonora as if she did not exist, and her face turned pale as clear panic surfaced in her eyes. The others tried to speak, but Yusuke cut them off.
"Do not give me that 'I love you' bullshit! If you really loved me, you would have taken me somewhere to heal, or to a hospital to check my condition, instead of fucking my unconscious body, which is clearly rape! You took the chance to do something so sick and twisted!"
"All of you are disgusting!" He shot them one last hard glare before pulling the silent Asia along and heading downstairs toward the underground levels. The upper floors were mostly burned down, while the six underground floors remained intact and largely undamaged.
Was Yusuke angry or upset about the three women literally raping him? Of course not. Let's be honest. The majority of men would not feel even a trace of negative emotion if they woke up to find an extremely attractive woman, a perfect ten, riding them while they were unconscious.
On the contrary, most would feel thrilled, their vanity thoroughly satisfied. After all, being desired to the point that a woman resorts to such shameless methods would only inflate their ego.
Naturally, there are men who would reject that situation and feel humiliated by it, but they are a small minority. Besides, Yusuke understood that he was partly responsible for how far things had spiraled. He was the reason these women had turned into yanderes and lost their restraint over him.
He could not place all the blame on them. He carried a share of that responsibility himself.
The real reason he treated the three of them so harshly was simple. He wanted to push their submission up by at least one more point and force it into the Devoted level.
"Yusuke sama... W-wait! Please, let me explain!" Ravel rushed after him in a panic, running so recklessly that she stumbled and nearly fell. At the last second, her mother caught her by the shoulder, steadying her and holding her back at the same time.
"Let go! I want to talk to him!"
Ravel struggled against Eleonora's grip, shouting as she watched Yusuke's figure disappear down the stairs, descending toward the underground floors.
"Shut up! Are you fucking stupid?" Eleonora shot Ravel a single cold glare that froze her in place. It was rare to hear her mother curse so bluntly, and the shock alone left her speechless. "He is not going anywhere. If you chase after him right now and keep pestering him, you will only earn his anger."
"Besides, what exactly are you planning to tell him? That you love him so much that you could not control yourself and ended up doing that? Or that Isabella and I are the culprits? If that is the case, why did you not try to stop us?"
Eleonora's reprimanding words silenced both women. They stood rooted in place, staring at the stairs with pale faces, their bodies trembling visibly. Isabella held herself together slightly better than Ravel, but even she was on edge. Her teeth were clenched so tightly that the faint sound of them grinding, almost cracking, could be heard.
The way Yusuke looked at her earlier was so cold that it hurt in a way she had never experienced before. It felt as though his gaze physically pierced through her skin and straight into her heart.
If he had hit her, stepped on her, spat on her, or even pissed on her while treating her with open disgust, she would not have felt pain like this. Hell, the thought of him doing something like that almost seemed exciting. She would probably end up climaxing under his abuse.
But the way he looked at her, with complete indifference, was far worse. That cold distance filled her with panic and dread. What if Yusuke no longer wanted anything to do with her?
What if he abandoned her completely? That was something neither she, nor Ravel, nor even Eleonora could bear to imagine. She would rather die than experience that. And the worst part was that she could not argue against him, because he was right. It was their fault.
Their horniness had clouded their judgment. They had pounced on his unconscious body without hesitation and raped him. Not one of them stopped to question why he was in that state, or considered taking him somewhere safe to recover instead of taking advantage of him.
"...What do we do? I do not want Yusuke-sama to hate me!" Ravel slumped to the ground, hugging her knees tightly as tears streamed down her face. She was usually sharp and attentive to every detail, but in moments like this, her immaturity showed clearly compared to her mother.
"Let us wait for a while until his anger fades," Eleonora said, wrapping her arms around her daughter's shoulders and pulling her into a firm embrace. "I will contact Sona Sitri and the others. Maybe they can help us persuade him and calm him down."
"Besides, he seems to be upset that his house is so wrecked..." Her gaze drifted to the still-burning interior. A charred wooden plank fell from the damaged ceiling and crashed to the floor in front of her. "...Perhaps we should help him repair it."
...
The first underground floor consisted mostly of spa rooms. Yusuke casually entered the nearest one with Asia. He pulled a set of clothes from his inventory and put them on under the nun's heated gaze, then turned to face her.
"Asia Argento."
"Yes! Yusuke sama!" Asia straightened instinctively, placing her hands stiffly at her sides as she responded in a loud voice. Her heart pounded with fear and panic. No matter the situation, being called by her full name rarely meant anything good.
"I do not think I have ever mistreated you or hurt you, right?" Yusuke rubbed his forehead with one hand as he spoke. "So why the fuck did you burn down my freaking house?"
"I... I am sorry!" Asia's body trembled as the words tumbled out. She did not know how to respond properly. In the end, she lowered herself into a deep bow like a Japanese girl, despite not being one, and shouted her apology at the top of her lungs.
She wanted to explain that she had lost control of her emotions the moment she learned Yusuke had been kidnapped, but even she understood that it was not a real excuse.
To make matters worse, she had clearly messed up again. She had burned the house once more. A luxurious property of this size must cost an outrageous amount to repair. Meanwhile, she barely had a few tens of thousands of yen, money Yusuke himself had given her as an allowance.
There was no way she could afford the repair expenses!
"Asia, I am not going to ask you why you hid your powers from me. That is your freedom. However, I have to ask you to leave this house," Yusuke lowered his hand and spoke in a calm tone. "Since you have the ability to protect yourself, I do not see the need to keep you here."
"I built this house to live with my women. It was already very inconvenient for us to have someone else living with us."
**
[Isabela's submission + 1!]
[Ravel Phenex's submission + 1!]
[Eleonora Stolas's submission + 1!]
[Eleonora Stolas's submission + 1!]
[Eleonora Stolas's submission + 1!]
'Hmm?' Yusuke reacted with mild surprise when the notifications appeared. It was not that he had not expected something like this. Rather, it happened while he was still waiting for Asia's submission to rise. 'What a pleasant surprise.'
Isabella and Ravel's submissions had reached 92 and 94, respectively. However, the one that truly caught Yusuke off guard was Eleonora's submission, which had climbed all the way to 97. It exceeded his expectations. Originally, he had assumed that among the three, she would be the most difficult to deal with.
It seemed he had underestimated her determination.
Yusuke had never truly interacted with Eleonora before. Their only direct encounter was the one earlier, when he had been buried deep inside her. Everything he knew about her came from Yubelluna and Sona.
From what he had heard, she was a rational and very intelligent woman, so he did not place much hope in his attempt to gaslight her to work on her.
What he did not know was that Eleonora, from the very beginning, had already accepted the idea of Yusuke having a harem, as long as he loved both her and her daughter. In fact, many of the plans and schemes she had been setting in motion were aimed toward that exact goal. Her ultimate desire was to become the woman Yusuke loved the most.
When she rode him earlier, moving over his cock and feeling his milk spill deep inside her, it made her lose her mind. The experience shook her composure and drove her obsession with him even deeper.
However, the plans and optimistic hope that Yusuke would one day come to love her as much as she loved him evaporated the moment he woke up. The way he ignored her existence as if she were nothing but air hurt far more than if he had reprimanded her or turned violent toward her.
All the plans and fantasies she had built inside her yandere mind, a carefully polished reality that always bent itself to fit her perspective, shattered completely. What remained was only despair and the terrifying thought that she might never gain Yusuke's acknowledgment, let alone his love.
[Eleonora Stolas's submission: 97 (Devoted)]
Even though she did not show it in front of Ravel and Isabella, she was fretting far more than the two of them combined. She knew she had done something incredibly stupid. How could she give in to a moment of lust and act like that?
She completely ignored the fact that this had been a perfect opportunity to take Yusuke to the Phenex House, her own territory. She had not even bothered to think about moving him to a proper room and placing him on a bed before checking his condition.
At that moment, the only things on her mind were exploring his body, fucking him, and squeezing every drop of cum from his balls so she could imprint his shape deep inside her pussy.
[Asia Argento's submission + 1!]
[Asia Argento's submission + 1!]
[Asia Argento's submission: 68 (Dependent)]
Right after the notification showing the three Devil women's submission appeared, more notifications followed, displaying Asia's rising submission. It was fairly low compared to the others, which was understandable since she did not know that Yusuke had "died" not long ago.
"No! I do not want to!" Asia raised her bowed head and cried out in alarm. She clutched her hands over her chest and spoke in a trembling voice, "I want to stay with you, Yusuke-sama. I do not want to leave you!"
"Please do not kick me out of this house! I really... I really cannot live without you!" She hesitantly took a step forward, stretching her hand toward him as tears flowed freely down her face.
This was not how it was supposed to happen. In the reality she imagined, she would rescue Yusuke from the evil Devils. Overwhelmed with gratitude, he would fall deeply in love with her, swear eternal devotion, and accept her as his woman. The two of them would then live happily together for the rest of their lives.
So why had none of it happened?
Why did her Yusuke, her God, look so weary of her now, even going as far as telling her to leave his house and wanting nothing more to do with her?
This was not scientific!
She had been scheming and hiding her true feelings for months, letting the other women lower their guard while she patiently waited for the perfect moment to strike. Was everything she planned meaningless? Were all her efforts in vain? Had she made the wrong choice by concealing her feelings? Should she have declared them openly from the beginning instead?
Girls like Xenovia and Irina came after her, yet they had already grown so close to Yusuke and were always open and bold about their feelings for him.
Asia's thoughts were in complete disarray. She could not figure out where she had gone wrong, but one thing was clear in her heart.
She did not want to leave this house. She did not want to leave her Yusuke-sama.
[Asia Argento's submission + 1!]
[Asia Argento's submission + 1!]
[Asia Argento's submission: 74 (Dependent)]
"Why should I?" Yusuke watched her climbing submission value and spoke in a tired voice. "Give me a reason."
The moment the words left his mouth, the answer he and B2 expected came immediately.
"Because I love you! I love you, Yusuke-sama!" Asia's voice was so loud it reverberated in the entire room as the words burst out of her chest. Tears streamed down her face as she took another shaky step toward him, her hands clutching the front of her dress as if her heart might fall out if she let go.
"I know I am stupid! I know I messed everything up! I burned your house, I ruined everything, and I made you angry!" Her breathing turned uneven as she forced the words out, her voice trembling the more she spoke.
"But I could not stop myself! When I heard that you were kidnapped... when I thought something terrible might have happened to you... I thought I was going to lose you!" She shook her head desperately, her blond hair falling over her tear-stained face.
Although she tried to be manipulative and scheming, at the end of the day, Asia was still shy and meek, especially in front of Yusuke. Confessing her feelings like this placed a heavy strain on her. Her head spun while her chest felt as though it might burst.
"You are the one who saved me when I had nothing. You gave me a place to stay, you protected me, you treated me kindly even though I was useless and weak!" Her fingers pressed against her chest as if trying to steady the frantic beating of her heart. "Every day I stayed here... every moment I spent near you... My heart kept falling deeper and deeper!"
Asia lifted her watery eyes to look at him, fear and desperation swirling inside them, "I love you more than anything in this world! I would rather burn everything down, even myself, than lose you!"
"So please..." She reached out toward him again with trembling hands, "Do not send me away! I cannot live in a world where I am not allowed to stay by your side."
[Asia Argento's submission + 1!]
[Asia Argento's submission + 1!]
[Asia Argento's submission: 82 (Dependent)]
[Congratulations! You have successfully completed the Quest: The Dark Bible's Nun!]
'Yes! Oh yeah!' Yusuke wanted to smile inwardly. He had finally finished all the quests he had. It might look like he finished Asia's quests easily, but that wasn't true. Asia was probably nearly as stubborn as Koneko and Rias. However, she too regretted her stubbornness the moment he was kidnapped. It seemed that Asia's submission rose to Dependent, 68 points.
From 68 to 90 was not that hard. All he needed was either to pressure her or fuck her senseless to get that effect.
He reached out with both hands and hugged Asia back silently. The girl felt that his actions showed he accepted her feelings. She hugged him tightly in return, crying into his chest while muttering, "I love you, I love you, I love you..."
'What a pity.' On the other hand, Yusuke felt regret that Asia was not there when he 'died'. If she had witnessed it, her submission would have shot straight to the Devoted level, and she would have become a Goudere like the other women.
After such consecutive success, a change in his sense of values became almost inevitable. But the moment that thought crossed his mind, his eyes widened, and he nearly slapped himself. 'WTF?! Since when did I become like this?!'
For the first time since he got the Yandere System, Yusuke realized how much he had changed without noticing.
Back then, he had been desperate to find someone who loved him sincerely. Now there were so many women who loved him, and he was no longer satisfied with it. He had even begun treating them like quests in a game.
"It's alright, Asia. I won't leave you, stop crying, okay?" Yusuke was genuinely given a scare by how much he had changed. It was fine for him to plot and manipulate dangerous yanderes to raise their submission, since that concerned not only his safety but the safety of the other women as well. But treating them like they were just another objective, as he had just done, focusing only on the progress bar, was something he couldn't and didn't want to do.
"Really? Can I... can I really stay?" Asia raised her head and stared at Yusuke with her teary green eyes, her red nose sniffing.
"I said something so hurtful like that because I was angry. Don't mind it, alright?" Yusuke patted her head and spoke with a gentle smile. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
"Then... then... I am also Yusuke-sama's woman, right?!" Asia felt every cell in her body rejoicing from that soft and gentle kiss. Her eyes brightened as she asked.
"Yeah, you are. However..." Yusuke nodded and continued patting her head. He paused before adding, "You still need to be punished for wrecking our house!" He immediately picked her up and walked to a massage chair.
Pa!
He sat down and placed Asia across his thighs on her stomach, then raised his hand high and slapped her butt.
**