Alear remained silent for a few moments, reflecting on everything that had just happened. Finally, he turned his gaze toward an apparently empty spot in the room.
The sound of a tongue clicking was heard.
In the next instant, Nobunaga appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by a soft ripple of mana particles. As soon as she appeared, she cast a glance toward the door through which the Gremory couple had left and let out a smile full of disdain.
"Heh… How pathetic. The man practically offered you his own wife on a silver platter and still had the audacity to call it 'partnership.' And the woman… well, she looked like she was about to kneel and beg. What a deplorable couple…"
Nobunaga's sudden appearance did not surprise Alear. What truly caught his attention, however, was her new appearance.
She had abandoned the traditional clothes she usually wore and was now dressed in an elegant business suit. An unbuttoned black blazer fell perfectly over her figure, paired with trousers of the same color and refined-looking shoes. The only color breaking the predominance of black was the blood-red tie fastened to the collar of her shirt, adding a striking contrast to the ensemble.
Even more surprising was the fact that she had tied her long hair into a ponytail that cascaded well past her hips, giving her an elegant and slightly masculine appearance. Despite the complete change in style, one detail remained unchanged: her sword was still fastened at her waist, as if it were a natural extension of her own body.
Despite his surprise at seeing Nobunaga in that style of clothing, Alear showed no surprise on his face.
"I didn't expect you to be so sneaky…" he commented, with a slight tone of amusement in his voice. "You were spying on the entire meeting without giving any sign that you were here…"
Nobunaga let out a low, husky laugh as she settled onto the sofa with complete ease.
"Spying?" She arched an amused eyebrow. "I was just assessing the level of your 'enemies.' If all the nobles in this Underworld are as weak and desperate as that red-haired cuckold, conquering this place will be easier than setting a temple on fire… But that woman… she really seemed crazy to fall into your arms. Did something happen between you two in the past? Don't tell me I'll have to worry about you showing up at my futon in the middle of the night…?"
She gave a provocative little laugh.
"You're still a hundred years too young to think you can share a bed with this Demon King. But don't worry, I'll give you a chance… How about you massage my feet? If you do a good job, maybe I'll let you move up a little… kukukuku…"
Alear simply shook his head slightly, while a discreet ironic smile appeared on his lips. At first, he hadn't intended to continue Nobunaga's provocations. However, hearing her challenge him with such confidence slightly stirred his own pride. Did she really believe he wouldn't be able to conquer her? The idea caused a distant memory to cross his mind. In his past life, the two had become practically best friends. Their closeness was such that, if he had wanted, he could have taken her to bed. However, he had never taken that step. Not for lack of opportunity, but because he valued the friendship they had built too much and did not wish to risk destroying it on a momentary impulse.
Now, however, the situation was completely different.
They were no longer just two old friends from another life. Before him stood Oda Nobunaga, the feared Demon King, openly challenging his pride and provoking him with no intention of backing down. If she truly believed she was unattainable… perhaps it was time to make her discover otherwise…
"You really should think before provoking me, Nobunaga," he said in a calm and firm tone. "Not every challenge ends the way you imagine. There are moments when excessive confidence demands a high price… and when that happens, it's already too late to regret it."
A flash of light crossed her blood-red eyes, and Nobunaga's expression suddenly became extremely serious. Her eyes seemed twice as piercing as usual, and an almost murderous smile spread across her face as she warned, "Perhaps you have the right to make such statements… however, boy, you should consider that it is you who must measure your words carefully. I fear you haven't considered the consequences of challenging this Demon King and losing."
As her words echoed through the room, an overwhelming bloodlust began to emanate from her body. It was a dense and suffocating aura, something only someone who had massacred countless enemies throughout her life could possess. The environment seemed to grow colder as the invisible pressure filled every corner of the room.
Alear simply cast a glance toward Nobunaga as his own aura began to spread through the room, repelling hers almost instantly. At the same time, he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table and interlacing his hands in front of his chin before saying:
"You may have defeated gods through strength and military power. I, on the other hand, was able to accomplish much more with just these two hands, Nobunaga." His eyes remained fixed on hers. "If you continue provoking me like this, I fear your pride won't last very long…"
As soon as he finished speaking, Nobunaga disappeared from her spot.
Her body advanced like a ghost, instantly reaching a speed close to eight hundred kilometers per hour. Even before she reached him, a black projectile cut through the air toward his face. Alear raised his hand without any haste and caught it easily, revealing it to be a dress shoe.
In the next instant, Nobunaga's foot, covered only by a black sock, appeared before his face in a precise kick. Once again, Alear reacted with absolute calm, grabbing her by the ankle before the blow could reach him.
Nobunaga's expression became cold enough to freeze bones.
"I accept your challenge, brat." Her voice was low and cutting. "If you think you can intimidate this Demon King… then you have gravely underestimated me."
At the same time, she positioned her other leg dangerously between his, maintaining her balance in an impressive display of control. Despite having crossed the table in her charge, not even the vase in the center had moved an inch.
Holding Nobunaga's ankle, Alear could feel the silent promise of violence contained in that posture. She was literally standing with her foot planted on the sofa between his legs, in a dangerously precise position. The slightest movement would be enough to strike a point no man would want crushed. It was a silent but extremely clear threat, making it evident that if that provocation crossed the line, she would not hesitate for even a second to fulfill the promise in her gaze.
But Alear showed no concern whatsoever. Still holding Nobunaga's ankle firmly, he began slowly sliding her sock downward.
Her expression grew even colder, a complete absence of empathy reflected in her eyes, which now shone an intense red. Before she could say anything, however, Alear let out a brief laugh in a tone that almost sounded like a reprimand. Then, his left hand moved up to her calf, squeezing it lightly. That alone meant little to Nobunaga, as she was not the least bit shy. However, the "shock" that accompanied the touch caught her completely off guard…
Alear was using his [Eromancy]. He commented casually, "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you…"
At that moment, Nobunaga balanced on a single foot while her other leg remained between Alear's thighs. The firmness with which he held her leg was precisely what kept her from losing balance. The mere fact that she could sustain that posture without even trembling was already an impressive demonstration of her bodily control. Even so, Alear knew that not even she could maintain it forever. With complete calm, he continued slowly rolling her sock down to her heel.
His words made Nobunaga frown slightly. Even so, instead of showing any hesitation, she declared with absolute confidence:
"The time for talking has passed. Now this has become a battle of wills. If you lower your guard for even a single instant, don't think I'll hesitate to cut off your head…"
No sooner had those words left her lips than Nobunaga had already drawn her sword, its blade tracing a swift arc through the air.
Alear tilted his head back, dodging the blow by a minimal margin, while at the same time sending a small portion of his [Demonic Power] through Nobunaga's calf via [Eromancy]. Although he was tempted to accelerate her defeat by sending carefully directed threads to the most sensitive nerves in her body, he chose not to provoke her to that extent. For now, he limited himself to striking some less sensitive nerve clusters while finishing removing her sock and pressing his thumb against her heel, slowly deepening the pressure on the soft area of her arch.
Nobunaga showed a surprising lack of reaction, but Alear was not fooled. Taking advantage of the momentary opening, he pushed himself backward with force. The sofa toppled violently, narrowly escaping Nobunaga's next blow.
Although the maneuver almost put him in a very unfavorable position, with Nobunaga practically on top of him, Alear used his own momentum to surprise her. His body spun in the air in a fluid motion as he used his abilities to alter the center of gravity of both, temporarily anchoring them to a fixed point in space that gave them enough freedom to complete the rotation.
When the movement ended, the positions of the two had completely reversed.
Alear found himself sitting on Nobunaga's back, holding one of her legs raised at an uncomfortable angle while continuing to hold her foot. She let out a brief grunt as she felt his weight, but regained her composure almost instantly. Without wasting time, she twisted her torso with impressive flexibility and, this time, drew a flintlock pistol, pointing it directly at him.
Without hesitation, Alear, who knew her like the back of his hand, commented casually:
"Here I am using only my hands, while the Great Demon Queen already needs to resort to her trump card right at the start of the battle…"
The comment made Nobunaga's finger hesitate for a fraction of a second, but that was all. Her gaze remained firm as she replied in a tone full of confidence:
"If you really think this is my trump card, you deserve to take a few shots for your ignorance."
Despite the response, Nobunaga could not fire a second shot. Taking advantage of the brief opening, Alear slid into a higher position on her back and pressed several points along her spine. Although Servants were manifestations of mana, their bodies still possessed bones, muscles, tendons, and, above all, nerves.
Nobunaga's expression barely changed when she realized her arm had completely lost strength, falling limply to her side. However, when Alear pressed her face against the floor and pulled her legs back, she finally understood the mistake she had made. She tried in vain to lift her body using only the strength of her neck, but Alear gave her no opportunity. With complete calm, he lifted the fabric of her trousers to expose her calf and began slowly massaging her muscles, exploring every point of tension. It was hard to imagine at first glance, since Nobunaga preferred to wear masculine clothing, but her physique was far more developed than it appeared. Although she was somewhat short, like most Japanese women, she was only a few centimeters below average male height, while her hips and thighs were much more defined than he had imagined, subtly stretching the fabric of her trousers.
In contrast to all the bravado she had shown since the beginning of the confrontation, Nobunaga did not last even three minutes before falling into absolute silence. She clenched her teeth tightly, breathing only through her nose in an obstinate effort to maintain her composure. The idea of admitting defeat was simply unacceptable to her pride. Thus, even as she felt the effects of Alear's massage intensifying as [Demonic Power] coursed through her body and amplified every sensation, she remained silent, refusing outright to acknowledge that she had lost.
With a calm and almost gentle smile, Alear intensified the flow of [Eromancy]. The subtle and insidious magenta-pink power infiltrated more deeply through the pressure points on her calf, rising up her thigh and spreading like liquid fire throughout her nervous system. Every sensitive ending was awakened and amplified, transforming the simple touch into a wave of forced pleasure that coursed through her body like electricity…
The leg Alear was holding trembled slightly—a minimal, almost imperceptible movement, but enough for him to notice the effect of the technique.
He increased the intensity of [Eromancy] even further, directing the power straight to the deepest nerves in her thighs and hips. The heat spread quickly, concentrating on her groin and lower abdomen, causing her internal muscles to contract involuntarily.
Nobunaga let out a muffled sound, almost a growl, and dug her nails into the floor. Her body, treacherous, began to react despite all her willpower. A faint blush appeared on her neck and slowly descended across her exposed skin. Her breathing, previously perfectly controlled, grew heavier, but she remained completely silent.
Alear placed his right hand on the outer part of her thigh, just a few centimeters below her buttocks. He had avoided touching any "inappropriate" areas because there was a risk that Nobunaga would become even more aroused afterward, but that didn't mean he couldn't get close. Pressing his thumb against her skin, he left a mark almost a centimeter deep, while an iridescent glow shimmered in his palm.
A grunt of resistance escaped Nobunaga's throat as Alear began moving his thumb slowly up and down along her leg. He made sure never to cross the midpoint leading to the inner thigh, but that did not prevent the powerful stimulation from causing violent contractions in her leg with every smooth movement…
With his abilities, Alear was fully aware of Nobunaga's bodily state. So, when he realized she was about to reach her limit, he immediately released her foot and stood up, commenting, "Ah, I give up. I believe we both have strong wills. How about we consider this a draw? It's a shame, really. I feel like I wasn't that far from victory…"
With that, Alear leaned over Nobunaga's body, ignoring the resentful look she gave him, and touched several points along her spine to restore her mobility.
Although she truly wanted to attack Alear at that moment, Nobunaga felt her legs wobble as she rejected the hand he offered to help her up. Pretending to recover on her own, she stood and turned her gaze toward the corridor before murmuring, "It seems your judgment is correct…"
With those final words, Nobunaga disappeared in her Spiritual form. To her surprise, however, she realized that the sensations Alear had imprinted on her body had not vanished. She assumed it was some kind of sexual magic or a bizarre demon technique. Whatever Alear had done, the effect persisted in her body like a tenacious parasite, lodged directly in her most sensitive areas…
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