"Nghoooooh! I-I'm cumming! Please forgive me for cumming first, Lord Zolgia!"
In a certain mansion, a blonde beauty lewdly convulsed her body.
Zolgia Asmodeus, the incarnation of lust, surrounded by several beautiful women and toying with them, could not hide his irritation.
'What is going on? I can't get in contact with any of the servants I have working in the human world.'
He had contacted them to procure new women, but not a single one had responded.
"Ahhn, Lord Zolgia."
"Please touch me more."
While roughly kneading the breasts of the two beauties beside him—one with black hair, one with blue hair—to distract himself from the rising irritation, Zolgia felt an inexplicable unease.
'I haven't felt this in a long time—no, not since that time.'
The woman who had slipped through his grasp when he tried to obtain her—Naruse Mio—came to Zolgia's mind.
A beautiful girl whose looks, figure, and abilities he had all wanted to make his own.
And at the same time, it inevitably reminded him of the single greatest reason he had failed to obtain her.
'Leonhard Pheles...! That brat, how utterly vexing! If I get another chance, I'll definitely kill him with my own hands, and force him to tell me where Naruse Mio is...! No, I'll force him to talk, then fuck Naruse Mio right in front of him, thoroughly train her, and show him as she's corrupted by pleasure—then I'll kill him!'
Just as he was fucking several beauties while letting his dark desires simmer…
A communication magic circle connected with Zolgia.
Not an open one, but a confidential line, in other words, from the suppliers of the women.
"You're late. What were you doing? Since when did you get so high and mighty as to keep me waiting this long? Useless pieces of trash, every last one of you."
Zolgia hurled insults, as if slightly appeased, then let out a deeper sigh and regained his composure. Still, he let his lingering anger seep into his voice.
"Well then, let's hear your excuse for not responding to my contact immediately."
But there was no response to Zolgia's interrogation.
Finding this infuriating, Zolgia let magical power seep from his body.
"What's wrong? Why the silence? If that's what you want, I'll make sure you can't speak for the rest of your life."
[You seem quite irritated, Zolgia.]
The voice that came back was unfamiliar and insolent.
Enraged by the attitude, Zolgia's killing intent converted into magical power, seething from his body.
"You... who are you?"
[Who knows. Isn't what you really want to know what's happening right now, rather than my identity?]
Without flinching at the murderous aura that would have stopped the heart of a weaker man just by hearing it, the owner of the voice asked this.
[I've obliterated your human trafficking organization.]
"Ridiculous. There's no way a brat like you could do such a thing... No, wait. You... could you be Leonhard Pheles?"
[Hoh, I thought you were just a senile, lecherous old man, but you're surprisingly quick on the uptake.]
Whether there was no mockery and he genuinely thought that, or whether he was sneering—though Zolgia judged it to be the latter—the owner of the voice, Kurosaki Renya, spoke in a calm tone.
"So it is you, brat... You're interfering with me again!"
[No, that's not quite right, Zolgia. You're the one who picked a fight with me... with us.]
"What did you say? You... Don't tell me Naruse Mio is with you?"
[Yeah. Because of you. I'm going to protect her again this time. And to do that, I'm going to kill you.]
It must have sounded like nothing more than the empty fantasy of an impudent upstart.
Zolgia twisted his mouth into a sadistic grin.
"Don't make me laugh. A greenhorn like you thinks he can kill me? Know your place, you brat. You may be Mephisto's spawn, but did you really think you could match me, Zolgia Asmodeus?"
[You've incriminated yourself, Zolgia. Just because you're of the Old Maou bloodline, you think you can match me? And what's this about matching me? That's where you're wrong.]
Without flinching, Renya declared boldly.
[I intend to kill you, Zolgia Asmodeus.]
"Well barked. I'll kill you, as you wish. Where are you? Surely you don't intend to say all that and then run and hide?"
[Ah, about that...]
Renya paused there. As Zolgia looked puzzled—
"I'm already here, Zolgia."
A physical voice, not telepathic communication, reached Zolgia's ears.
"What!?"
Even Zolgia was taken aback by this, rising from the bed.
There, standing in the wide-open doorway, was a black-haired, blue-eyed youth he had only ever seen in data, Kurosaki Renya.
Beside him were the beautiful red-haired girl he craved—Naruse Mio—and a beautiful blonde woman he had never seen before—Isha.
"So we finally meet face to face, Zolgia? And this will be the last time."
"That's my line. To think you'd actually show up at my doorstep, bringing Naruse Mio with you! What happened to the guards?"
"The fact that we're standing here should be answer enough."
"Is that so? Then I'll kill you right here, and corrupt both that church girl and Mio with pleasure, making them fall!"
"Kyaaah!?"
Enraged beyond anger by Renya's insolent behavior, Zolgia even felt a twisted sense of delight. He released a shockwave from his entire body, blasting away the bed and the beauties, and quickly re-equipped himself in battle garb using magical power.
"Zolgia...! You killed my mother and father!"
"Kukukuku. Your face twisted in anger is still beautiful. I look forward to seeing that expression tainted by the pleasure I'll give you."
Dismissing Mio's murderous aura as endearing, Zolgia next turned his gaze to Isha.
"You, church girl, look forward to it too. I won't ask such boorish questions like why a church girl is with Devils. I'll grant you pleasures you could never obtain by serving only God."
"Th-that's not acceptable! Things like that should be between people who love each other!"
Isha, whose face had been flushed a different shade of red than Mio's ever since entering the room, refused, saying this.
Her eyes were spinning; it seemed that for a chaste and virtuous churchwoman, the stimulation had been far too intense on multiple levels.
"To do that, I must first strike you down. I won't kill you right away, you know? I'll fuck the women right in front of you, and make you regret defying me. And while I'm at it, I'll take the Holy Lance as a countermeasure against those false Maous."
"Counting your chickens before they hatch is a phrase made for you, Zolgia. Go on, do your best. Right now, you're standing on the edge of your death."
Their mutual killing intent, rage, and magical power continued to rise even amidst their war of words, and finally, it erupted.
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