Harem Daily Life in High School DxD

Kuroba had no intention of showing any mercy, or rather, he was completely devoid of reason at this moment.

Despite Asia's constant crying and begging for mercy, and her relentless struggle, he moved like a machine, causing Asia's entire body to rub and shake against the floor due to the immense force.

To Asia's disbelief, as time went on, she inexplicably adapted to Black Feather's attacks, and her body even unconsciously wrapped around Black Feather tightly, sucking and demanding him.

As this thought arose, a tingling, electric-like pleasure began to quietly erupt from within her body and then spread into Asia's mind.

Asia's cries gradually changed from struggles to soft moans.

"Kuro... Feather... Can't you really hear me now...? You just... took me without knowing it?"

Asia looked at Kuroba with a complicated expression, her face flushed with dissatisfaction, resentment, and pleasure from the friction.

At this moment, Kuroba, having found an outlet for his emotions, began to gradually regain control of his rationality through constant activity.

Although he couldn't control his body yet, he inexplicably discovered that a green magical energy was slowly merging into the angelic magic within him.

"This power..."

Kuroba sensed something and then suddenly opened his eyes.

"Asia!!"

With a loud shout, Kuroba's eyes regained their clarity.

He stared blankly at Asia, who looked tormented, and at the two of them who were still closely connected.

He was shocked.

"What...what have I done..."

"Kuroba... have you finally regained your senses...?"

Kuroba looked up at Asia, who was staring at him with teary eyes, and then quickly released her hands, which were still bound by his restraints.

Then, Black Feather suddenly withdrew, and the intense emptiness made Asia let out a soft, seductive moan.

"Hmm...~"

"I... Asia... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!!"

Asia took a couple of deep breaths, then gently shook her head.

"I can see that... But you, was it really okay to pull it out so roughly..."

Asia looked at Kuroba with a hint of resentment.

She slowly approached the retreating Kuroba with her limbs, her slender hands and feet, her waist, and the snow-white skin that fell due to her posture were all reflected in Kuroba's eyes.

"A...Asia?"

Asia came to Kuroba and placed her delicate little hand on Kuroba's chest.

"Kuroba...do you intend to shirk responsibility after treating me like this?"

How did I treat it?

I think I did it.

But I have no memory of it at all.

It's impossible for me to shirk responsibility, but I feel like I'm the one who's being taken advantage of!

"Although I didn't know what happened just now, I saw it myself, so I will definitely take responsibility."

Kuroba lowered his head slightly, looking somewhat remorseful.

After receiving Kuroba's reply, Asia's eyes lit up with joy.

"That's enough... I like Kuroba a lot too... so I don't regret it."

As Asia spoke, she quietly climbed onto Kuroba's body.

"Hey... Kuroba, even though I'm inexperienced, being stuck in this limbo is really uncomfortable..."

As Asia's seductive voice faded, Kuroba felt himself enveloped in a warm embrace.

Asia, too, blushed with joy at the regained fullness.

"Kuroba, now that you've regained your senses, you shouldn't be so rough anymore, right?"

Looking at the mottled red marks on Asia's body, Kuroba couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. Was he subconsciously a sadist...?

He reached out and embraced Asia, beginning to reciprocate.

"Asia is so cute, how could I bear to part with her?"

Asia gave Black Feather a charmingly disdainful look.

"That's not how you did it just now... Ah...~"

As if trying to escape, Kuroba thrust hard, causing Asia's tone to become melodious.

In their mutual affection, the two were incredibly passionate, their sweat and bodily fluids soaking the entire floor. Asia lay panting on the floor, turning her head to avoid Kuroba's gaze.

It's really because I'm too embarrassed by my body's reaction...

Feeling the wetness of the floor where she was lying, Asia felt a wave of embarrassment.

but...

Asia gently touched her body, then put a little bit of the white fluid in her mouth.

"It's packed full..."

Asia's eyes were filled with a dreamy and satisfied pleasure.

At that moment, Kuroba stood up and picked Asia up in his arms.

"Kuroba, what are you doing?!"

Kuroba smiled and glanced at Asia.

"We can't just lie on the floor forever, can we?"

"If I don't go to bed, it will get dirty. I finally managed to clean it!"

Wash it clean?

Kuroba glanced at the sheets; they did indeed look like they had just been washed, and if you smelled them carefully, you could even smell a faint fragrance.

So it was all done by Asia.

wrong?

Why would she do something like that?

"Asia...can you tell me why you're here?"

"Why? Kuroba, what nonsense are you asking? It's because I live here!"

Asia shifted her body uncomfortably.

"Kuroba... could you put me down before we talk? Your hands... are too hot..."

Only after Asia reminded him did Kuroba realize that his hands were wet.

Looking at the beautiful woman before him, whose delicate and alluring appearance made Kuroba's mouth water.

Whether you collect it once or twice, it's still the same thing.

I won't be polite!

"Hmm... Kuroba!! Ah~"

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Phoenix Family

After enjoying Asia's gentle and considerate changing service, Kuroba looked at Asia curiously.

"Asia, what time and what day is it now?"

"Today is the sixth day. Even if you hadn't shown up just now, we would have gone to find you later, because we heard our opponents are arriving tonight..."

"Tonight? Does that mean I know Rias-senpai again?"

Kuroba felt something was off.

"Hmm... I don't know the specifics either... but we'll be going there soon."

"Okay, I see."

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Late at night. In the club.

Rias sat elegantly on the sofa with her legs crossed, sipping tea, while all her familiars stood behind her.

Rias wasn't surprised that others were like this, but Kuroba was.

"What, Kuroba, aren't you going to sit? Are you afraid of me?"

Hei Yu shook his head.

"No, I just think it's better to show some respect to your opponent, Rias-senpai, since we're about to have a match. Otherwise, people might say your familiar is being inconsiderate..."

Rias paused for a moment, then let out a sweet, bell-like laugh.

"Well... don't be so nervous, although..."

Before Rias could finish speaking, a dazzling light shone in the center of the club, and with the sudden appearance of the light, a magical pattern different from that of the Gremory family appeared.

With a gentle smile on her face, Zhu Nai quietly explained on behalf of Kuroba and the others.

"Our opponent this time is Lord Rasa Phoenix, an adult demon of the Phoenix family. He is a pure-blooded high-ranking demon and also the third son of the long-established Phoenix family."

Because Kuroba didn't know much about these things, he thought his title was very long, but the others suddenly tensed up and became a little nervous.

As Zhu Nai gave her brief explanation, the magic circle began to ignite. A bird-like creature began to circle around the magic circle, and a male figure stood in the flames. He simply waved his hand, and the surrounding flames immediately disappeared.

"Yo, Rias, it's been a long time."

Lysa was wearing a red suit, but the buttons on his chest were still fastened, and even his shirt underneath wasn't properly worn. He had a wicked smile on his face, giving off a carefree and unruly vibe.

As soon as the greeting was finished, Rias's figure in front of Raiza disappeared, and when she reappeared, she was behind Raiza.