Harem Daily Life in High School DxD

The woman muttered as she approached the dining table, and looked at Kuroba, who had turned his head to the side, with a puzzled expression.

"Little devil, what do you mean by looking at the wall? And your ears are very red!"

To be honest, the woman was indeed a foreigner, but her Japanese was excellent! No, it might be because of her improved spoken Japanese after becoming a demon that Kuroba found it so natural.

"Um...do you need to put on some clothes? This is...too revealing."

Upon hearing this, the woman looked at herself, then looked at Kuroba with a mocking expression as he placed his hands on the table.

"Huh? Are you shy? It's okay, I don't care. Or are you still a virgin and can't handle this kind of stimulation?"

When it came to a man's dignity, Kuroba immediately stood up and turned his head back to look directly at the woman.

The woman sensed Kuroba's gaze and, as if in defiance, struck a seductive pose. Did it make any difference whether she was wearing clothes or not? It was crystal clear!

Kuroba felt like he was about to have his fill of watching, but the woman just chuckled and sat down to eat the omelet rice that Kuroba had made.

"Oh! It tastes quite good, Crimson Dragon Emperor."

"!!"

Upon hearing this, Kuroba froze, and his little brother, who was about to react, was almost scared out of his wits.

The Crimson Dragon Emperor?!

Kuroba immediately looked at the woman warily.

"Ah...didn't I introduce myself? Sorry, sorry."

The woman gracefully swallowed the food in her mouth, watching as a beautiful smile curved the corners of Kuroba's lips.

"Azazel. Leader of the fallen angels. Please guide me, Luo, the Crimson Dragon Emperor Black Feather..."

As she spoke, six pairs of wings appeared behind the woman.

Only at this moment did Kuroba realize why Hakuryu had thought Kokabi's wings looked like crow wings.

Even the black feathers found these dark, deep-colored wings beautiful.

"I heard Bai Long mention you. You really are a very interesting guy. I like you a lot."

Azazel showed no hostility, simply resting his chin on his hands on the table, watching Kuroba's expression with great interest.

Chapter 86 A Non-Stop Blessing of Love (Bonus Chapter for Donations)

Azazel also folded his wings and smiled at Blackfeather's wary expression.

"Relax, relax, you little devil, I don't mean you any harm. On the contrary, your eyes have already taken advantage of me quite a bit. I'm the one who's at a disadvantage, right?"

Kuroba's breath hitched.

"Azazel, what do you want with me?"

He looked at Azazel with some confusion.

In his mind, Azazel was a character from the Bible, at least a man, if not an old man. But in front of him was a hot older woman. It was too incongruous.

Azazel narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly, his dark pupils seeming to see right through the black feathers.

"What, are you thinking that I've created an illusion, and the image appearing in front of you isn't real?"

Kuroba felt somewhat embarrassed that his thoughts had been completely seen through.

"You can touch it, okay? You've been staring at things for quite a while now, haven't you? Are you tempted?"

Azazel seduced Kuroba with a very alluring tone. She slowly propped herself up and leaned forward towards Kuroba, the deep cliff in front of her making Kuroba feel dizzy.

"It's not necessary!"

Kuroba staggered backward, and with a thud, he and his chair crashed to the ground.

It hurts.

Kuroba stood up, clutching his head.

Seeing such a comical scene, Azazel chuckled.

“Coward, I am the real me here. Your suspicions make me sad, but it’s normal. After all, I have only recently assumed the identity of Azazel, so it’s understandable that you don’t know.”

Taking over? It seems a lot has happened within the Fallen Angels' ranks.

"Hey, really, aren't you going to touch it?"

Seeing Kuroba deep in thought, Azazel approached again, the distance between them now reduced to a mere slit, where he could be pressed against her perfectly rounded form at any moment.

"I'm full! Goodbye!"

Kuroba immediately fled in panic. Although Azazel did not show any hostility, Kuroba was still somewhat uneasy after learning that the person opposite him was the leader of the fallen angels, after all, they were sworn enemies.

Azazel watched as Black Feather stormed out of the door without stopping him, simply resting his chin on his hand and a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Kuroba... he's certainly an interesting fellow. There will be plenty of opportunities to meet him in the future, no rush..."

After saying this, Azazel appeared in a black robe that completely covered him, and then quietly disappeared from the room.

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Back at the club, Rias saw that Kuroba had returned with a very bad expression, so she walked over from her desk.

She took Hei Yu's hand and led him to the sofa.

"What's wrong, Kuroba? What happened? You look terrible."

Rias hugged Kuroba tightly, gently stroking his hair to try and comfort him.

Smelling the faint fragrance emanating from Rias, Kuroba felt a sense of peace settle down within him.

He told Rias everything about Azazel's existence.

After hearing this, Rias also exuded a violent magical energy fluctuation.

But she quickly suppressed her fear and hugged Hei Yu tightly.

“I really didn’t expect Azazel to suddenly appear here before the trilateral talks. It’s so good that you’re alright.”

Kuroba's body stiffened as well.

Nothing serious, it's just that I might have had a bit too much nosebleed?

Recalling the incredibly alluring thongs she had seen, and the faintly visible pinkness, Kuroba suddenly felt a surge of desire.

Rias also sensed this impulse.

She thought it was because she was hugging him too tightly, her chest pressing hard against Kuroba's face, that he reacted like that. She panicked and loosened her grip on Kuroba a little.

Seeing the shy look on Rias's face, Kuroba slapped himself twice.

Bah! Wildflowers can't compare to the fragrance of cultivated flowers, damn it!

Rias was stunned as she watched Kuroba slap herself twice.

"Kuroba...? What are you doing?"

"Um...it's okay, let me calm down."

Rias looked at Kuroba and sighed.

"Azazel is a woman? I had no idea... What will I do if my lovely Kuroba gets seduced?"

"How can it be..."

Kuroba answered somewhat guiltily.

This trembling sound also made Rias's eyes look somewhat dangerous.

She looked at Kuroba with a smile, her eyes flashing with an eerie light.

"Really? Kuroba, are you holding back something you just said?"

Kuroba was shocked. Of course she'd kept it a secret! What did she mean?! She was wearing a purple T-shirt and extending a grand invitation to me?! Did she even want to live anymore?!

Rias sighed helplessly at Kuroba's expression, not wanting to argue with him anymore, and simply leaned into his arms, her voice tinged with grievance.

"Kuroba, am I not pretty enough?"

"No, that's not true! Rias is beautiful, I love Rias the most."

At this moment, Kuroba's will to survive was at its peak. Between heaven and hell, he chose the most comfortable way to die.

"Then... kiss me."

Rias tilted her head slightly up to look at Kuroba, her eyes sparkling, her thin lips slightly parted, looking at Kuroba with a hopeful expression.

How could Kuroba resist such a charming invitation?

He unconsciously tightened his grip on Rias's arms, and with a soft moan from Rias, their lips met.

Fortunately, only Lias was present in the club at that moment; the others were busy with their own tasks.

Thanks to this, Kuroba became increasingly unrestrained, getting used to it after a few tries.

Kuroba skillfully pried open Rias's teeth, forcefully thrusting his penis into her through the gap, and wantonly plundering her saliva.

As Kuroba's forceful actions continued, Rias's eyes gradually became hazy. She felt her body begin to weaken, and a burning, fiery aura quietly erupted from within her. Unconsciously, with just a simple kiss, Rias was already aroused.

Rias reached out and stopped Kuroba's mischievous hand, and under Kuroba's puzzled gaze, she shyly exhaled a delicate breath.

"No...not here, I'm afraid they'll come back..."

Rias pointed to the room behind her.

"Can we go in?"

Is that okay? Of course!

Kuroba picked Rias up in a princess carry. Seeing Kuroba's eagerness, Rias just gave him a coquettish glare, then buried her head in Kuroba's chest, even excitedly anticipating what might happen next.

Kuroba was familiar with this room; he had previously recuperated here.

So Kuroba easily led Rias to the bed.

Rias was gently placed on the bed, and she blinked her eyes as she looked at Kuroba.

"Kuroba... I'm ready today too..."