Miss Dull Goose's favorite place for a date was the gym.
After their meal, Miss Dull Goose, who loved to train, quite naturally dragged a certain someone to a fitness center.
It is a well-known fact that high-intensity exercise leads to a rise in adrenaline and hormones.
And once hormones are surging, it is only a matter of course for certain things to happen.
They would return to their temporary residence, shower, and then—
Get close.
The young man lowered his head, gently pressing his lips against the girl's.
Her soft, tender lips brought him a wonderful sensation. He slid his tongue inside, entangling it with Durandal's smooth, fragrant one in a sweet, deep kiss.
"Mmm—"
The girl sucked on his tongue, swallowing the saliva he passed to her, letting out a soft moan as she savored the long-awaited, beautiful feeling.
Soon, the young man, now completely naked, climbed onto the bed. He knelt beside the girl, looking down at her with a smile.
at this moment, the girl was as beautiful as ever, yet she lacked her usual martial prowess. Her delicate body appeared slender and fragile, like a cute little lamb awaiting the caress of the wolf.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, the young man, for whom this was far from the first time with Miss Bianka, pulled the girl into his embrace, his 'gun' pressing against her pelvic bone.
And then—
He pierced through.
The girl's widen her eyes, letting out soft "mm, mm" whimpers from her delicate nose. Her cheeks flushed scarlet, but her fragrant tongue was caught by a certain someone, rendering her unable to escape as she endured his wantonness.
But as time passed, an intoxicating pleasure struck her heart like an electric shock. A passionate blush rose on her cheeks, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
"Bianka, you're actually a little pervert, aren't you?" the young man said, as if teasing, all while filling the girl's emptiness.
"Y-You're the pervert—ooh!"
The golden-haired girl, showing no trace of her former martial air and even seeming quite fragile, barely had time to speak before she let out a very alluring cry.
"B-Bastard!"
In the middle of speaking, the ambushed girl's eyes widened. She had just wanted to scold him, but her body was pinned to the soft bed. Before she could even register what was happening, the familiar feeling of being pierced shot up from her pelvis to her brain...
Very quickly, an ambiguous atmosphere began to fill the room.
An unknown amount of time passed...
The young man, who was toying with the full chest of the golden-haired gi rl—who had changed into a magical girl outfit during their 'battle,' thrust forward with a final, powerful strike.
As if lightly electrocuted, the girl's body twitched slightly. Then, an even stronger, peculiar scent began to permeate the space.
The girl, having just reached her climax, gasped heavily for breath, using the moment to recover from the intense pleasure that had nearly robbed her brain of its ability to think.
"I'll probably get pregnant," the girl complained, feeling an unprecedented heat in her lower abdomen.
"I hope it's a cute child," the young man chuckled, kissing the girl's cheek. "Of course, that goes without saying. Any child of yours would surely be a little angel."
"You're so cheeky."
The girl, who had been on the losing end of their 'battle' and now felt her legs were a bit weak, stood up with her lover's support. She shot him a glance and let out a cold snort.
"Well, that can't be helped."
The young man lifted his lover into a princess carry and took her to the bathroom, where he very seriously cleaned her body.
"Now, you should get some proper rest."
Very gently, the young man opened a spatial portal, carried his lover to her own room, and tucked her under the covers. His own room was a complete disaster and utterly uninhabitable.
"Are you going somewhere now?" the girl asked, frowning. She felt that Li Zihan's actions seemed somewhat hurried.
"After all, a certain diligent King of the End has already caught my scent. It's only a matter of time before he and his subordinates find me." The young man sighed, having indeed been targeted by the King of the End known as Mithra.
In the world of Campione!, there exists more than one King of the End who possesses the "Great Law of the Covenant" and the celestial armory known as the Divine Sword of Salvation. Mithra was one of them.
That ancient God of Steel, who shared the same origin as the Messiah, was different from the slacker Rama. He was a fanatic who would slaughter every last Heretical God—the very soil from which God-Slayers are born.
Clearly, being targeted by that zealot wielding the Star-Extinguishing Sword was a very bad situation.
So, I should probably go find another being of the same scale to act as new support.
Although he could use the "Precepts" to boost his combat power to a level capable of crushing the King of the End and simply roll over him, the "Precepts" came with their own constraints. The young man, who had chosen the "Precepts" system precisely to counter special circumstances, gave a light smile.
"So, just let me go make some preparations."
"In that case, I'll go with you." Although her legs were a little weak, the girl, who could recover her fighting strength after just a few minutes of rest, prepared to get up.
But—
Before she could even rise, she was pushed back down by a certain someone.
"Letting my lover step onto the battlefield... that doesn't really suit my aesthetics," the young man said with a light laugh, gazing into the girl's eyes. He truly had no such preference.
He doesn't want me on the battlefield? The girl, whose own combat power could completely crush many Herrschers, was a bit stunned.
"At the very least, we haven't reached that point yet." The young man, who had already devised a plan to deal with that stubborn King of the End, chuckled. "So, until I come back to you beaten black and blue, begging for your help, just get some proper rest."
With that, the young man placed a kiss on the girl's forehead and departed from Miss Durandal's sight.
Afterward, he pushed open the door and walked out into the living room.
"M-My Lord, would you care for some afternoon tea?" The true mistress of the villa walked in carrying a tray, upon which sat steaming hot black tea and exquisitely shaped pastries. Her expression was fraught with nervousness.
Clearly, this blood-kin, who was by no means high-ranking, held an immense fear for this person whose divinity was so similar to that of Hades.
"That won't be necessary." The young man, who was about to go find an even higher-level hired gun, smiled lightly. "I'm leaving right away. I'm not really in the mood for tea."
Is that so? The blood-kin girl, whose current profession was that of a maid, thought to herself.
Then—
As if remembering something, the young man looked at the maid and added, "Oh, right. If you have the time, go help me wash the sheets. And wash Durandal's clothes as well."
Before his voice had even faded, this man, who could have easily accomplished all this with magic but was simply too lazy to bother, vanished from this world.
All that remained was the pitiful little maid, standing in the living room, holding a tray of tea.
Recalling the instructions from the man who was possibly the King of the Underworld in essence, the girl—who was, in fact, a sharp-tongued tsundere—was silent for a long, long time. With a face full of grief and indignation, she headed toward that certain someone's 'battlefield'.
However...
Is it just my imagination?
Why does the smell in the air seem so much like blood?
The blood-kin girl, who hadn't drunk any blood for several days, walked through the room with its decidedly strange odor, wondering inexplicably.