At Koneko's house!
Living room.
"Damn it, lost again."
Looking at the game screen, Koneko puffed out her cheeks. "You perverted demon, why are you so good at games too?"
"Don't underestimate me. I was a gaming master before becoming a Devil, you know."
Ayato said seriously.
"Liar. You were born a Devil."
Koneko couldn't help but retort. "Did you play games in the womb?"
Ayato patted her head. "Say, if you're bored, you could move into my apartment. You can play games with me too."
"No way. Those women, they all... they all..."
Koneko's face turned bright red, and she couldn't continue.
Come to think of it...
Everything that could happen between her and Ayato already had.
She probably didn't have the standing to say things like that.
"Wait, we have a guest."
Ayato covered Koneko's mouth, instantly hiding all his presence.
"Mmff mmff..."
Koneko looked at Ayato suspiciously.
Who would come this late?
That pervert was probably up to no good again.
If he wanted to do something, he should just say so.
Thinking this, a blush rose on Koneko's face, which left Ayato utterly confused.
What was going on?
What was this girl daydreaming about?
Tap, tap, tap.
Just then, barely perceptible footsteps sounded from the roof.
Someone really was here?
Koneko's eyes widened.
And... why did the presence feel familiar?
Could it be...
Instantly, a complex expression appeared on Koneko's face.
"Heh!"
Under their watch...
An alluring figure climbed in through the window, locking eyes with Ayato and Koneko.
"..."
Kuroka paused.
Besides Koneko, there was someone else?
And this man looked somewhat familiar.
She asked tentatively, "Could you, sir, be that God-slaying King?"
"Your guess is correct. It's me."
Ayato released Koneko and nodded with a smile.
"My apologies for disturbing you."
As she spoke, Kuroka leaped towards the window.
"Since you're here, stay for a while."
Ayato smiled, and the power of language enveloped the entire apartment.
Bang!
Kuroka slammed into the seemingly empty window.
"Hiss, that hurts."
Holding her head, she turned to look at Ayato, her expression full of frustration.
Damn it!
She had only sensed her little sister's presence.
She had confirmed for a long time.
Why was this God-slaying King here?
Was her luck really that bad?
Koneko took a deep breath and spoke, "Why are you here looking for me?"
"Heh heh."
Kuroka chuckled lightly. "I sensed you were entering heat early and was afraid you might be in danger."
"I'm touched by your concern."
Koneko said expressionlessly. "But I'm fine now. Your unnecessary meddling isn't needed."
"It seems that's the case."
Kuroka looked at her little sister thoughtfully. "So, God-slaying King, this was your doing?"
"Yes."
"Sigh, my poor little sister, completely devoured."
Kuroka sighed. "As your older sister, that doesn't sit well with me."
"Y-you woman, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"Did I say something wrong?"
"Although I can't sense the God-slaying King, I wouldn't misjudge something like this, you know."
Kuroka blinked. "I thought no one would want you, but now I don't have to worry."
Koneko: "..."
She stared intently at Kuroka, as if her fur was standing on end.
This woman!
As annoying as ever.
"Kuroka, I'm actually very interested in you too."
Ayato spoke. "How about becoming my servant?"
Koneko: "Glare."
This pervert.
Always thinking about women.
Kuroka was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed. "Oh my, just as the legends say."
"A king who is very frank about his own desires."
"So, what is your answer?"
"As for my answer..."
As Kuroka spoke, she had already turned into a blur, charging towards Ayato.
"Wanting to be my master, just a reputation isn't enough."
Her five slender fingers reached straight for Ayato's neck.
The attack was swift and sharp.
"Naughty kitties need to be taught a lesson."
Facing this, Ayato had already raised his hand, no one knew when.
His speed was such that...
Neither Koneko nor Kuroka could see when Ayato had moved.
Danger!
Kuroka's pupils contracted, her cat ears perked up.