Chapter 485: Sacred Gear Extraction
Saji Genshirou glared viciously at Haruto. "Impossible! How dare you spread lies about the president..."
"Hmph!"
Haruto finally lost all patience, emitting a heavy cold snort as an overwhelming aura rapidly expanded from him.
Under this invisible pressure, the surrounding crowd turned pale—even the boldest among them didn't dare continue discussing Sona and Haruto's relationship.
Saji Genshirou bore the brunt of it, nearly losing his balance and collapsing to the ground.
This was already Haruto holding back significantly. After all, they were at school surrounded mostly by ordinary people—if he unleashed his god-level pressure fully, it would definitely cause major incidents.
Because the disturbance had grown quite noticeable, Sona and Tsubaki soon arrived after receiving word.
However, before they could reach the scene, Issei Hyoudou appeared first.
Though his soul instinctively feared Haruto and he preferred to avoid contact, Issei suppressed his fear for the sake of his friend Saji Genshirou, approaching Haruto directly.
Seeing his friend's pale face, Issei didn't bother asking what happened—he immediately apologized and tried to pull Saji Genshirou away.
While Haruto found this blond annoyance irritating, he hadn't actually planned to escalate things. Issei's appearance conveniently provided him an exit.
Ignoring the dazed Saji Genshirou, Haruto walked straight forward, the two passing by each other.
At that moment, Saji Genshirou—who had shown no reaction earlier and couldn't even be budged by Issei Hyoudou—suddenly moved.
"Stop looking down on me!"
Saji Genshirou shouted, shaking off Issei Hyoudou's hand.
"Hyoudou, watch closely. I'm not the same person I used to be."
Under Issei Hyoudou's astonished gaze, a purplish-black wristguard—neither fully dragon nor snake in appearance—materialized on his left hand.
Haruto's departing footsteps didn't pause. Though his back was turned, he knew exactly what had happened.
It was nothing more than the awakening of a Sacred Gear.
Seeing Haruto continue walking without sparing him a glance—and even the student council girls showing complete indifference—Saji Genshirou's temper flared. In a heated impulse, he launched an attack.
A beam of light shot from the purplish-black beast-like head, aimed directly at Haruto's skull.
"Watch ou—"
Despite being a sneak attack from behind at close range, just as Issei Hyoudou thought Haruto would be hit, the lightning-fast beam was already caught in Haruto's hand.
"—t."
By the time Haruto leisurely turned around, Issei's warning had only just finished.
"Thanks."
Nodding at Issei Hyoudou, Haruto gave a sharp tug on the beam, yanking Saji Genshirou off his feet and onto the ground.
"What was this Sacred Gear called again... Speaking of which, now that the Sacred Gear has awakened, I wonder if the Dragon King dwelling within him has stirred as well..."
Haruto toyed with the beam in his hand—which appeared solid but was extremely flexible, almost rope-like—then glanced at the stunned Saji Genshirou.
"So this is where you found the courage to confront me? Is this your trump card?"
Haruto had too many connections with girls, which often attracted trouble—especially during the period when the effects of the "cuckold template" hadn't been fully resolved.
After numerous incidents, rumors of Haruto's formidable combat skills had spread.
Even the toughest delinquents no longer dared to provoke him.
As for overwhelming him with numbers...
The last group that tried had completely vanished without a trace.
Haruto didn't hold back against everyone. As long as there was no evidence, even if people knew it was him, the police couldn't touch him.
Some individuals harbored malice worse than demons, and for such people, Haruto chose permanent disposal.
As for the enforcers of the supernatural world... the Gremory family governed Kuoh Town.
Over time, as incidents piled up, fewer and fewer dared to challenge Haruto.
He had been surprised when Saji Genshirou confronted him today, but now he understood the reason.
After suddenly awakening supernatural abilities, an ordinary high school student who'd lived a normal life for over a decade would naturally develop unrealistic fantasies.
Like believing he was the chosen one, for instance.
"Impossible... How could this be... This can't be happening..."
Saji Genshirou sat slumped on the ground, muttering in shaken disbelief.
He had tested it—this attack was faster than a bullet and powerful enough to easily pierce steel plates.
More importantly, he could control it perfectly; there was no chance of missing.
Though he'd aimed at Haruto's head, he hadn't actually intended to kill.
No matter how arrogant or enraged he was, he hadn't lost his sanity.
With so many witnesses present, even if he killed Haruto, he wouldn't escape consequences.
But before he could change his attack into a restraint, he found he had already lost control over it.
It wasn't lost—rather, it had been forcibly suppressed by Haruto, leaving him unable to command it.
"Saji, what's going on?" Issei Hyoudou asked.
He couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes at all. Was it some kind of magic trick?
Yet no matter how naive he was, he didn't think Saji Genshirou and Haruto were putting on an act.
Not only him, but the surrounding students also stopped caring about the gossip involving Haruto and Sona, shifting their full attention to the peculiarly shaped device on Saji Genshirou's wrist and the faint blue glowing rope held firmly in Haruto's hand.
Faced with Issei Hyoudou's inquiry, Saji Genshirou remained unresponsive.
It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but rather he didn't know how to respond.
Neither the awakening of his Sacred Gear nor being effortlessly suppressed by Haruto like a toy fell within his comprehension.
At this moment, he felt like a clown on stage—capable of nothing but being watched and mocked by others.
In reality, this was all his own imagination.
From the moment he confronted Haruto, no one except himself had believed he could win.
Now, everyone's attention was entirely focused on the supernatural Sacred Gear, with no regard left for his performance.
"Sacred Gear: Black Dragon Vein."
Though Saji Genshirou didn't answer, someone else provided the explanation.
The surrounding students instinctively made way as Sona and Tsubaki approached Haruto one after another.
Observing the luminous rope held in Haruto's hand and carefully examining the Sacred Gear on Saji Genshirou's wrist, Sona adjusted her glasses and remarked slowly, "I never expected a Sacred Gear host of this caliber to be hiding in our academy. This year's batch is truly full of talent."
As someone who knew about the incident involving the Red Dragon Emperor's Gauntlet, she instinctively glanced at Issei Hyoudou standing beside Saji Genshirou.
He gave a decent impression, but merely decent. Having the Red Dragon Emperor's Gauntlet stripped away might have been a blessing in disguise for him.
At least now, Issei Hyoudou seemed to be living well—carefree and unburdened.
"Haruto, how do you plan to handle this?"
Completely ignoring Saji Genshirou, Sona instructed Tsubaki to take control of the scene and erase the memories of ordinary people while addressing Haruto.
"The emergence of Black Dragon Vein means the Black Evil Dragon King, Vritra, is also residing within this person. Erasing memories will likely be more complicated."
"We can't just kill him outright."
Haruto glanced sideways at Saji Genshirou, who by now was completely stupefied.
Watching everyone around him, including his friend Issei Hyoudou, being manipulated like puppets with their memories altered, and seeing the student council members skillfully wield magic, he seemed to foresee his own demise.
"Killing him directly isn't ideal, especially since he hasn't committed any real wrongdoing."
As for attacking Haruto—there wasn't even any murderous intent, and even if there were, Haruto believed there were better punishments than death.
For instance, making him watch Sona cling to Haruto intimately, or having Sona personally strip him of his Sacred Gear and erase all memories of the supernatural.
Haruto acted on his thoughts immediately. Unlike before, he no longer needed a specific ritual to remove a Sacred Gear.
Moreover, he had no interest in the "Black Evil Dragon King" or Black Dragon Vein. Simply extracting the gear and sparing Saji Genshirou's life made the process much simpler without needing to preserve the Sacred Gear.
The minor commotion was quickly quelled.
Including Issei Hyoudou, everyone's memories of witnessing supernatural powers were altered to depict Saji Genshirou first flying into a futile rage, then Sona arriving and, under her direct acknowledgment, him fleeing the scene like a beaten dog, utterly disgraced.
In reality, Saji Genshirou was taken to the student council room by Haruto and Sona, where his Sacred Gear was being forcibly extracted.
The agony of having a Sacred Gear removed pierced deep into his soul. Haruto only ensured he wouldn't die—unlike with Issei Hyoudou's case, where every effort was made to minimize the impact.
With the awakening of the "Black Evil Dragon King" Vritra, the process of extracting the Sacred Gear had reached its final stage.
Although the "Black Evil Dragon King" Vritra wasn't as powerful as the Red Dragon Emperor Ddraig, he was still one of the Five Great Dragon Kings after all.
At first, he tried to act arrogantly and threaten Haruto, but Haruto simply manifested the Red Dragon Emperor's Gauntlet and slapped him back into the Sacred Gear with one strike, making him too afraid to show his face again.
Witnessing this scene, Saji Genshirou completely lost hope.
He didn't even know that another consciousness was dwelling within him, and now this seemingly powerful being with an impressive title turned out to be no different from a pet in Haruto's hands.
After the Sacred Gear was extracted, Saji Genshirou was almost unconscious.
In this state, mental magic could work more effectively.
Following Haruto's mischievous whim, Sona personally altered Saji Genshirou's memories. Besides the same content as the surrounding students, she replaced his memories of awakening the Sacred Gear with sweet scenes of witnessing Haruto and Sona dating and shopping around town.
Without the Sacred Gear and the arrogance it brought, even without these implanted memories, Saji Genshirou wouldn't dare to cause trouble for Haruto again.
After sending away the disheartened and mentally unstable Saji Genshirou, Haruto simply embraced Sona and began getting intimate with her in the student council room.
"Stop fooling around. Tsubaki and the others will be here soon."
"Let them come. They can join us."
"Mm..."
Sona's face flushed slightly as she tried to maintain her defenses.
"N-no... you should work first... We can... go home after you finish... Mmm..."
Haruto's one hand kneaded the elastic round buttocks and soft thighs beneath her uniform skirt while his other hand slipped under her uniform blouse, pushing aside her bra to grasp the fair, tender little rabbits.
"It's Friday today. Student council work isn't urgent..."
"Mmm... No, we can't do it here..."
Sona's voice gradually became more seductive, her slender body instinctively writhing in Haruto's embrace.
"Oh?" Haruto grinned mischievously. "We can't do it here, so that means it's fine elsewhere?"
Since that night when he comforted Sona, he hadn't tasted the student council president's sweetness again.
These people had been busy helping her enhance her Familiars' strength, so it was only natural for him to claim some reward now.
If possible, he'd prefer to have Sona help deliver the message, as Haruto truly didn't know how to approach Bennia and Nimura Ruruko about it.
"Haah... Hah..."
Since dual cultivating with Haruto, Sona's body had become quite sensitive.
Now, with almost a week having passed without intimacy, the young woman who had tasted pleasure was already nearing her limit. Under Haruto's teasing, Sona finally abandoned her resistance.
Panting softly while holding Haruto's neck, she allowed his large hands to roam freely over her body. Her crimson lips actively sought his, begging for a kiss.
Haruto hadn't originally intended to actually go all the way in the student council room - partly because he wanted to tease Sona and see her adorable embarrassed expression, and partly as an invisible mockery towards Saji Genshirou, a declaration of sovereignty.
But now, seeing Sona's seductive appearance of feigned resistance, the fire in Haruto's heart truly ignited.
Regardless of the other girls potentially returning at any moment, he directly laid Sona down on the student council's office desk.
—The place where Sona once worked, now where he works.
Papers were swept off the desk as Sona lay on her back, her uniform collar wide open, shirt buttons torn apart, and her innerwear pushed up by Haruto.
Her full, perky breasts trembled slightly, their tender pink tips exposed to the air, visibly swollen and erect.
Sona's long, slender, and shapely legs were parted by Haruto, her uniform skirt flipped upward, the cotton panties beneath already soaked through.
Haruto poked his fingers twice at the noticeably darker area, and as Sona let out a shy moan, he slid his fingers to the side, revealing the delicate pink folds within.
Though it wasn't his first time seeing it, this exquisite, flawless Garden, smooth as jade, never failed to set Haruto's blood ablaze.
Under Haruto's caresses, the pearl nestled within Sona's folds grew firmer, and she began to whimper softly with impatience.
"Mmm… ah… mmm…"
Listening to Sona's utterly enchanting moans, the fire of desire burned even hotter within Haruto. He lifted his head to look at her.
Her face was flushed with a rosy hue, her eyes tightly shut, her breath coming in soft pants, and her hands gripping the edge of the desk beneath her in restless anticipation.
Seeing Sona in such a seductive state, Haruto could hold back no longer. His hands went straight for her waist.
Sona eagerly lifted her hips, allowing Haruto to slide off her lace panties.
Now, though her skirt remained in place, the most intimate part of her was left completely exposed.
Haruto gazed at Sona's breathtakingly beautiful little Garden.
Smooth, pink, and slightly raised, the Flower mound showed no trace of stray hair, with an enticing pink seam running through it. A few strands, dampened by the secreted nectar, clung to either side of the folds.
Without a word, Haruto lowered his head, extending a hand to trace down the delicate valley, gathering a trail of sweet moisture until he reached Sona's tender bud. He teased it gently, causing Sona to writhe her hips in an attempt to escape his fingers.
But Haruto had no intention of letting her slip away so easily. He quickly lowered his head to taste her jade Garden, his teeth lightly grazing the pearl that had already swollen with desire, leaving Sona's entire body weak and helpless with sensation.
Under Haruto's ministrations and the gentle strokes of his fingers, Sona felt an overwhelming urge to climax.
"Mmm… ah… Haruto… I can't… I'm going to… right here… right now…!"
Sona's breathless gasps filled the air.
With a sharp, melodious cry, Sona's entire body flushed with a captivating peach hue. Summoning all her strength, she wrapped her arms tightly around Haruto, her hips arching upward urgently as a fountain of release surged forth, spilling into Haruto's mouth.
Seizing the moment of Sona's climax and her subsequent weakness, Haruto turned her over and lifted her hips.
"Madam President, a woman's Garden, her lips, and this beautiful bud can all bring a man satisfaction. We've tried everything else before, but not this…"
The meaning in Haruto's words was clear. Though deeply embarrassed, Sona did not refuse.
However, she had forgotten they were currently in the student council room. Although only her Familiars would come by, and they were all girls—so being seen wouldn't be a big deal—the thought of being caught in such a humiliating position by her Familiars...
The mere possibility made Sona feel so embarrassed she could faint.
But Haruto gave her no chance to regret it. Taking advantage of the slick juices from her little Garden, he thrust swiftly into the quivering pink bud.
Since the tender blossom had already been soaked in honeyed nectar and further prepared by Haruto's fingers, he exerted a bit of effort and smoothly pushed inside.
"Ah... It hurts so much! I'm going to die... Haruto... I can't..."
Despite the thorough foreplay, compared to Haruto's size, Sona's blossom still felt far too tight and narrow.
Haruto panted, "President... Sona, bear with it a little longer. It'll feel better soon. You're so tight here, so constricting... It feels amazing... Mmm... so good!"
The pain jolted Sona back to her senses, and she pleaded urgently, "Haruto... Not there... It hurts too much... It feels like it's tearing... Not now, next time... I'll let you do it next time... okay?"
Haruto knew that, just like losing one's virginity, if they stopped halfway, it would be even harder to succeed next time.
Moreover, he could tell that although Sona was in pain, she could endure it. Her main concern was the fear of being discovered by Tsubaki and the others while doing such things in the student council room.
In their current position, if anyone were to open the door, there would be no room for explanation.
Of course, to realize they were taking the "back door" route rather than engaging in normal dual cultivation, one would have to get up close to tell.