"U-umm... A monkey?" Asia looked at the man standing before her with a bewildered expression and subconsciously muttered.
The man before her looked like a green haired monkey with squinted eyes, as if he were always up to no good. Despite his gentle appearance, Asia could sense the callousness and wickedness hidden deep within him. How could he possibly hide it from her? Compared to her, he was far too amateurish.
She had always hidden herself behind her harmless and gentle appearance.
"I beg your finest pardon?" Diodora Astaroth said. He doubted his own ears. Did she just call him a monkey? That couldn't be right, could it? He must have heard her wrong.
"Who are you?" Xenovia stood up in front of Asia and asked with a deep frown. This Devil seemed familiar... Ah, wait, she had briefly seen him at the youth meeting back then. Why was he here? Should she start with him and educate him first?
"...So you've forgotten me. We should have met that time." Diodora completely ignored Xenovia, a smile still plastered across his face as he suddenly opened his clothes, revealing his chest and the large scar running across it. It was a deep scar, one that had clearly left a lasting mark.
"This wound... Could it be?" Asia gazed at the green haired monkey as he exposed his ugly, skinny chest, her voice filled with confusion.
"Miss Asia, I am the devil you saved back then. At that time, my face couldn't be seen." Diodora's smile widened as he bowed elegantly. "My name is Diodora Astaroth. Back then, you weren't able to treat the wound to the point where a scar wouldn't remain, but my life was saved because of your Sacred Gear."
"Diodora Astaroth?" Asia muttered his name as she began recalling the information she had about him and the Astaroth House. They were also one of the targets that needed to be enlightened by her Yusuke-sama's divine greatness.
"Asia, I came to meet you. I apologise that I couldn't greet you at that meeting. But I think the encounter between you and me was destiny. I want you to be my wife! I love you!" Still maintaining his bow, Diodora proposed to her and reached out to tenderly take her hand, but just as he was about to hold it, Asia moved her hand away.
Confused and bewildered, he looked at her. "Asia?"
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Why was she gazing at him with such a look of disgust?!
Ever since he laid eyes on Asia back when she was still in the church, he had immediately decided that she would be his next target. He purposefully injured himself and then appeared before Asia as a pitiful, wounded devil. Asia, who was kind and naive back then, took pity on him and healed him.
This act of healing a Devil resulted in Asia being kicked out of the Church, which eventually led to her joining Raynare. His plan had been to wait until Raynare tried to steal Asia's Sacred Gear, then appear like a white knight in shining armor and save her.
After that, he would make her fall for him and take her as his servant. It was a perfect plan, or at least it had been until Yusuke came along and ruined everything.
"Monkey, did you just propose to me?" Asia's face turned cold, her eyes filled with disdain and contempt, overflowing with boundless disgust, as if she were looking at a pile of shit on the road that she had nearly stepped on.
"M-monkey?" Diodora's eyes widened, and he stammered in disbelief. What the fuck was going on? This wasn't according to keikaku at all!
"Diodora Astaroth, the heir of the Astaroth Clan." Xenovia took out her phone and opened her notes file before reading aloud. "Hmm, let me see. It is noted that he has a fetish for nuns and likes to break them before taking them into his peerage. 'Disgusting pervert with disgusting taste.' There's a comment like that written alongside the note."
Diodora Astaroth's entire peerage was made up of famous nuns and holy maidens from various countries across the human world.
He would seduce the maidens with sweet and passionate words, manipulating them into falling in love with him. After the nuns and maidens were cast out by their churches, leaving them devastated and utterly broken, he would appear before them, supposedly offering salvation from the depths of their despair.
In reality, he would eventually take advantage of their vulnerable state, raping and mentally breaking them, destroying both their bodies and their hearts. Diodora would then reincarnate them as his servants, where they would slavishly pledge their loyalty to him.
This wasn't some closely guarded secret within the inner circles of the noble houses. Many people knew about it. After all, it wasn't difficult to notice the pattern after he had repeated the same scheme so many times. But no one cared about it either.
The majority of the noble Devils were rotten just like him. Sadly, this wasn't something exclusive to the Devil race. Humans weren't much better either.
"You! Lowly servant, what did you just say?!" With his true nature exposed, Diodora's mask fell away. His face twitched, and his previously squinted eyes opened slightly, revealing a furious gaze as he pointed at Xenovia and roared, "How dare you disrespect me?!"
What answered him was a violent kick to the stomach. Diodora was sent flying, crashing into the wall with enough force to leave his entire body embedded in it. After a moment, his body slowly slid down the wall before he fell to the ground. His body twitched as he struggled back to his feet, a groan escaping his lips.
"Aghhh! You!"
Asia pointed her finger, and a purple fireball shot from the tip of her finger toward him.
Diodora felt his entire body turn cold upon seeing the flame, his skin tingling as his instincts screamed at him to flee. He quickly stumbled and crawled away in an undignified manner, barely managing to dodge the fireball as it passed by him.
"You all bastards! I will kill you all! Asia Argento, just you wait!"
When he finished speaking, a magic circle enveloped him, and he teleported away.
"Why did you let him escape?" Irina asked.
"I thought we could use him. After all, even trash sometimes has its uses." Asia licked her lips and spoke with a cruel smile.
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"What about this? Go and try it on, hurry!" Yubelluna held a shirt in front of him and pushed it toward Yusuke before pushing him toward the dressing room to try it on.
"Alright, alright, geez. Why do you all get so excited whenever you go shopping?" Yusuke allowed her to push him toward the changing room, complaining all the while.
When he entered, he casually took off his shirt and glanced at the mirror, seeing his muscular and well defined body reflected back at him. Instinctively, he flexed his chest muscles, admiring them as he played with them in front of the mirror.
"Are you done?" Yubelluna's voice came from outside, interrupting him.
"Not yet." Yusuke turned around and gazed at the muscles across his back before saying, "What a beautiful piece of art."
"Can I sneak a peek?" Yubelluna asked in a soft, sultry voice.
"No!" Yusuke immediately turned her down and put on the shirt she had wanted him to try. "I'm done."
"Lemme see!"
When he pulled the closet's curtain open, he saw Yubelluna staring at him with a slightly flushed face. Her lips were twitching uncontrollably, and a bit of drool was dripping from the corner of her mouth.
'Holy crap! What am I supposed to do? I totally love him! He looks so hot! I can't! No, seriously, I can't!'
'But he is right in front of me! What am I supposed to do?! Ahh, fuck it!' Yubelluna wiggled her body, her face twitching with barely contained excitement. She glanced from side to side and, seeing that no one was around, rushed into the dressing room and pulled the curtain shut behind her.
"What are you doing?" Yusuke asked in a low voice. The room was incredibly small; she was pressed tightly against him. He looked down at her, and his expression darkened.
She was breathing heavily, rubbing herself against him with a lustful, hungry gaze. "Shh, I want it right now, Yusuke."
...
"Please take a look at this."
The atmosphere in the room was tense. Rias pushed two identical files toward Seekvaira and Rossweisse, who were sitting across from her. Sona, Akeno, and Tsubaki were seated beside Rias around the circular table.
The four yanderes stared at the two of them with their hands resting on the table, their expressions grave.
"What is this?" Seekvaira opened the file.
Her first thought was that it had something to do with what they had been talking about. That part was true, but she never expected it to be this much.
The moment her eyes landed on the content, it was as if she had been electrocuted. She quickly pulled her fingers back. Her eyes widened, and her pupils shrank and dilated repeatedly.
After she managed to calm herself down, her hands slowly moved again. She began to caress the images before her as if they were the real thing.
Yes, the content was not a single image. It was dozens of images of her beloved Yusuke!
And they weren't just any images. They were carefully picked ones.
There was a shirtless, sweaty Yusuke who had just finished his training. A Yusuke walking out of the bath with only a towel around his waist. A laughing Yusuke playing at the beach. An angry Yusuke. A silent Yusuke lost in thought. A Yusuke playing video games. And many more.
Seekvaira slowly flipped through the images one by one, treating each of them as if she were savoring a great treasure. To her, they were an invaluable treasure.
When she reached the last picture, her breathing completely stopped for a full ten seconds before returning. It was an image of Yusuke wearing only his boxers. His thick erection was bulging so hard it nearly ripped through the fabric. He was looking down at whoever took the photo with a very hungry and aggressive expression, as if he was about to pounce on them the next instant and fuck their brains out.
Her eyes were fixed on the thick bulge under his boxers. She stared at it so intensely it was as if she were trying to pierce through the fabric and see what his cock actually looked like. But it was to no avail.
She gritted her teeth in frustration. Why did the image have to stop right there? Before, even if she had been curious about what he looked like beneath his clothes, she would never have felt this desperate. But this photo was different. He was just one step away from revealing everything, and the way he stared at the camera gave her the powerful illusion that he was looking straight at her.
That hungry, aggressive gaze made it feel like he was about to push her down, fuck her without mercy, and reshape her desperate pussy until it was molded only for him!
"Ehh! Huff! Huff! Huff!"
Rossweisse's hot, heavy breathing filled the room. Her face had turned bright red, and her eyes darted around in panic. She wanted to look away, yet she couldn't. The stimulation was so intense that she felt like her brain was about to shut down.
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