Five days later.
The real world welcomed them back with the contrasting glitter of city lights.
At The Peninsula Tokyo, at exactly 7:57 PM, the atmosphere of luxury felt thick and almost suffocating. Naoki stood in the center of the grand hall, surrounded by the scent of expensive perfume and the clinking of crystal glasses, yet his expression clearly showed he would much rather be back in Mato than here.
As the only male recognized as an operational member of the Anti-Demon Corps—given that Yamashiro Ren flatly refused to view Yuuki as a member—Naoki's position at social events like this was awkward at best.
In this world, which could be described as female-dominated, men were often treated as mere accessories for the women who had consumed the Peach. It was customary for them to be paraded as "pretty boys" serving their female superiors. Looking around the venue, it was no surprise to see many high-ranking women flanked by several handsome men; they were the ultimate status symbol.
If Naoki hadn't chosen to partially obscure his face and wear a loose-fitting ceremonial uniform that hid his athletic physique, he was certain a swarm of wealthy socialites would have converged on him like ants to sugar.
So, if he detested the crowds and empty formalities this much, why did he come?
The answer stood not far away, greeting important figures with a smile capable of melting anyone. Tenka had asked him—or rather, gently coerced him in her sweet way—to be her partner for this charity event hosted by top-tier politicians.
How could Naoki refuse a request from his "Sugar Mommy"? Ah, correction—his incredibly generous and open-minded girlfriend.
Amidst the chatter and gossip, Naoki focused on his role as her partner, trying to avoid becoming a conversation piece. By sticking close to the walls, he blended into the background, sipping low-alcohol champagne while observing the beautiful guests in silence. That was when he saw a familiar shadow approaching from his periphery.
"Ah, I finally found you! ♡ I was so worried about where you'd run off to! ♡"
She was breathtaking, standing out even in a room full of the elite. No, describing Izumo Tenka's beauty again would almost be redundant at this point.
As the leader of the Sixth Unit, where Naoki was stationed, and the woman with whom he had shared countless lewd encounters, Tenka wore a dress that was both seductive and glamorous. Her body was toned, her curves—breasts and hips alike—were plump and supple. Having tasted and played with her many times, Naoki knew her proportions were perfection, the kind of physique used in luxury advertisements.
"Hmmmm♡ These parties are so tiring... Oh, ah~ Just now, you were staring at my breasts... weren't you~"
Tonight, Tenka wore a black gown that accentuated her provocative figure. The tight fabric hugged every curve, but the neckline was daringly low; it seemed as though even a slight movement would cause the dress to shift and reveal her nipples. Even the necklace she wore as an accent seemed designed to draw the eye down to her shimmering cleavage.
The slit on the long gown was deep, and she wasn't shy about flaunting her lithe, beautiful legs. She leaned against Naoki, crossing her legs and twisting her body in an enticing manner.
"No way... We're on guard duty, right? We already did it so many times yesterday too ♡ It would be such a waste if I got turned on this quickly~"
Tenka's whisper against his ear stimulated Naoki's nerves. She seemed slightly tipsy; there was a faint hint of alcohol in her sweet, feminine scent. As usual, she didn't care who was watching. She slid her fingers behind his back, tracing down to his lower body with a light, scratching motion. Then, she brought her face close to his neck and licked it, let out a soft groan.
"Mmm, ahh...♡ mmmm...♡"
"Mmm, ahh...~ Come on, now... keep your 'little brother' in check~ Look at this dress... it's making him so tense~ For now... just hold back, and we'll have our fun later... okay~"
Those alcohol-scented whispers sent a jolt through Naoki. He suppressed a groan, maintaining a calm exterior, though his breathing had grown heavy. As if trying to hide the bulge in his trousers, Tenka's exquisite backside pressed softly against him.
"Ahhh...~ Ahh, mmm... Naoki-kun is already so hard~ It's rubbing right against my dress... mmm, hehe...~ I can really feel how impatient you are... I almost want to start moving my hips~"
The teasing intensified as Tenka grew bolder. Her wet eyes gazed up at him, and she licked her lips provocatively. Before Naoki realized it, his arm had snaked around her slim, alluring waist, pulling her flush against him. He even pushed his hips forward, grinding against her.
This action was a silent admission of his primal urges, causing Tenka to let out a small, exaggerated moan.
"Ahhh... ahh... ahh..."
"You're playing with fire, Tenka!"
Naoki wanted to devour this woman right then and there, regardless of the witnesses. Overwhelmed by desire, he reached out to touch her slightly flushed skin.
"Now, now... that's not allowed~ Getting too excited in a place like this... and making you so worked up~ Many women will see... and get ideas~"
Tenka gave a playful wink, maintaining her position pressed tightly against Naoki as if they were the most inseparable couple in all of Tokyo.
Her provocations didn't stop despite her warning him to hold back. On the contrary, she became even more daring. She intentionally ground her backside harder against his tension, occasionally glancing at the crowd of wealthy women in the hall as if flaunting that the most valuable "asset" in the room belonged solely to her.
"Look at them, Naoki-kun... they're watching me with such envy~ Because I have a man who is so 'hungry' right in my arms." Tenka whispered with a sensual chuckle.
Naoki no longer cared about protocol or the eyes of the elite. His breath came in ragged bursts, and the scent of alcohol on Tenka's lips acted as a catalyst, burning away his sanity. He gripped her waist tighter, his nails pressing into the skin beneath the thin fabric, drawing a long, erotic sigh from her amidst the clinking of party glasses.
The tension between them was past the point of concealment; the smooth fabric of Tenka's dress felt searing as it rubbed against his limit. Without another word, Naoki pulled Tenka away from the crowd, moving through the luxurious corridors with determined, rapid strides.
"Ufufu... Finally, you've lost your mind~"
Tenka simply giggled, letting herself be dragged along while she continued to lick Naoki's ear, pouring gasoline on an already raging fire.
Once they reached the door of the pre-booked penthouse suite, the door had barely clicked shut before their passion exploded. They didn't even make it to the bed or manage to fully remove their formal attire. Naoki pinned Tenka against the wall, hiking her expensive black gown up to her waist and entering her with a rough, demanding thrust.
"Ahhhh—♡"
Tenka groaned loudly, her legs wrapping tightly around Naoki's waist as they coupled standing up, their clothes a disheveled mess. Remembering Tenka's earlier whisper that today was her "safe day." Naoki discarded his usual caution. He drove his rhythm to its peak, and with one final, deep, passionate thrust, he ejaculated fully inside her, letting his seed fill her warmth as they both gasped in wild satisfaction.
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For the two of them, one round was merely an appetizer that could never sate their hunger. The penthouse room became a silent witness to the sheer ferocity of their bond once moral boundaries were cast aside.
After that first climax filled Tenka's womb, Naoki did not pull away. Instead, he buried himself even deeper, feeling the lingering pulses of pleasure from within. With her face slick with sweat and eyes hazy from the intensity of the orgasm, Tenka reached up and pulled Naoki's tie tighter.
"More... Naoki-kun... Don't stop now... Mmm, ahh... you're still so hard inside me~"
Without removing her gown—which was now wrinkled and damp in several places—Tenka led Naoki to the king-sized bed. They shifted positions wildly; from the vanity table to leaning against the massive glass window overlooking the twinkling lights of Tokyo, as if the entire city were watching their display of lust.
Naoki, driven by the superhuman stamina of his physical prowess, maintained a relentless pace. Every time he neared the peak, he would slow down just enough to torment Tenka with slow, deep friction before hammering into her again with full force.
Fourth round, fifth... they eventually lost count. The scent of expensive champagne was now buried under the heavy musk of sex. Tenka was no longer capable of coherent speech, only groans and the breathy repetition of Naoki's name falling from her lips, swollen from his kisses.
Because they weren't using protection, the remnants of Naoki's seed from previous rounds began to seep from between Tenka's thighs, lubricating their movements and making the sound of their collision even wetter and more erotic.
As dawn approached under the dim city lights, Naoki delivered his final thrust of the night. He gripped Tenka's shoulders, burying his face in her neck, and climaxed heavily inside her once more. Tenka spasmed violently, her nails raking across Naoki's back as she was swept away by a pleasure that transcended sanity.
They finally collapsed onto the ruined sheets, gasping in each other's arms, their torn party clothes still clinging to them as silent proof of a night spent in total, shameless indulgence.
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