Under the guidance of Tenka, who stepped gracefully in her lingerie, Naoki arrived at the door of his next target.
Just as before, Tenka simply gave him a wink and a small wave of her hand—as if to say "have fun"—and leaned against the outer wall, allowing Naoki to enter her subordinate's private room alone.
Naoki opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him.
"Phew... Now this is a normal girl's room." He muttered with a sigh of relief. The interior didn't deviate like Yachiho's room, which was filled with photos of her younger sister.
Sahara's room looked like a typical Japanese teenage girl's bedroom for someone who loved cute things. The walls were soft pastels, there were bookshelves filled with romance novels and fashion magazines, a few small stuffed animals on the shelves, and a vanity with neatly arranged beauty products. The bed featured sheets with a simple small flower pattern.
The overall atmosphere was warm, tidy, and normal.
Naoki's gaze then shifted to the figure sleeping soundly on the bed.
"Tch tch tch..." Naoki clicked his tongue in admiration. "What exactly did this girl eat to grow this big?"
Approaching the bed, Naoki couldn't help but stare at Sahara, who had a proportional but very full-figured body. Specifically, her breasts resembled Mount Everest—they were far larger than the already-plump Tenka's or the medium-sized Yachiho's. Even through her loose pajamas, their contours were clear and seductive.
"Gulp..." Naoki involuntarily swallowed his saliva. He quickly shook his head, trying to banish the dirty thoughts. "No, no, no... How could I think of such a thing? Humans are called humans because they possess a sense of morality. Without morality, they are nothing but wild beasts."
The thought of sleeping with (fucking) the helpless Sahara had truly crossed his mind. Recognizing the devil's whisper, Naoki took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself so as not to give in to his lust.
(Damn it! This girl's allure is many times greater than Yachiho's!) he grumbled inwardly.
"I must not betray Tenka's trust!"
"Trust cannot be measured. And once that trust is broken, it will never fully recover."
After a short internal struggle, Naoki finally managed to suppress his surging desire. He refocused on the main goal.
"Don't delay any longer."
He climbed onto the bed, leaning close to Sahara's face as she slept peacefully. Gently, his finger touched her soft lips, then he leaned down and kissed her.
Naoki initiated an intense French kiss; he greedily entwined Sahara's passive, helpless tongue. As a subconscious reaction to the stimulation, Sahara's face gradually flushed, her breathing became heavy and short, while her heart pounded behind her chest.
At the same time, Naoki's hands—as before—did not stay idle. One hand slipped inside Sahara's pajamas, beginning to touch, squeeze, and play with her massive breasts, while the other hand explored other sensitive areas of the girl's body.
*BUZZ!*
When Naoki swallowed Sahara's mixed saliva, the «Pandemonium» within him reacted. The process of copying the Peach Blessing «Crazy Sheep» began.
*SHRING!*
The Qliphoth Tree diagram manifested behind Naoki once more, glowing faintly in the air. This time, the third circle from the top, representing Sathariel, began to emit a dim light, indicating it had been filled.
With this, Naoki had filled three out of the ten slots on «Pandemonium's» Qliphoth Tree:
Thaumiel Slot — «Ame-no-Mitori»
Chaigidel Slot — «Golden Hour»
Sathariel Slot — «Crazy Sheep»
Leaving seven empty slots: Gamchicoth, Golachab, Thagirion, A'arab Zaraq, Samael, Gamaliel, and Nehemoth.
"Slurp..."
However, even after the diagram disappeared, it was as if Naoki had forgotten his original intention. Instead of stopping after successfully copying the Peach Blessing, he continued his harassment. The passion he had previously suppressed flared up again, perhaps triggered by Sahara's increasingly seductive physical response.
Breathing heavily, Naoki lifted Sahara's pajama top, gaining full access. Instantly, breasts the size of papayas—flawless, white, and plump—were fully exposed before his eyes. He almost lost his mind.
Opening his mouth wide, he sucked and kneaded them like a starving infant, greedily leaving red hickeys and even light bite marks on the sensitive white skin.
Fortunately, the remnants of his sanity recovered just before Naoki could strip the girl's pants.
*SLAP!*
He slapped his own face hard, the sharp pain waking him from his trance of lust.
"What did I just do?!" he whispered in horror. "Am I turning into a breast-obsessed Hyodou Issei? Why did I lose control like that? Haiz... It must be the influence of the hormones in this young body that I'm not used to yet."
He quickly pinned the blame on his testosterone-filled teenage body.
With hands slightly trembling—whether from regret or lingering arousal, it was hard to tell—Naoki tried to tidy Sahara's clothes as best he could, pulling down her pajamas, covering the marked breasts, and trying to make her look the way she had before.
"She... shouldn't realize, right?" He muttered, reassuring himself. "Even if Sahara finds strange marks on her chest later, she won't associate them with a man doing it. After all, this is the Sixth Unit headquarters, not the Seventh Unit which has a male resident."
With a slightly disturbed conscience—though not enough to stop him if given another chance—Naoki finally left Sahara's room.
As soon as he stepped out, Tenka, who had been waiting, immediately approached and hugged Naoki's arm intimately.
"Let's have dinner." she said in a sweet voice, as if nothing had happened. "I've never tried your cooking. Cook for me~"
"Sure." Naoki replied quickly, feeling this was a good chance to make up for his vague sense of guilt.
Seeing that Tenka wasn't acting strangely—perhaps she didn't know what happened inside, or perhaps she didn't care—Naoki felt relieved and yet slightly more guilty.
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In the kitchen.
Naoki now wearing an apron, busied himself in the cooking area. With skillful and efficient movements, he checked the ingredients in the large refrigerator, took out fresh vegetables, meat, and spices, then began chopping, grinding, and heating the pan.
Every movement showed real cooking experience and expertise, far above the average teenager his age.
Meanwhile, at a dining table chair nearby, Tenka sat relaxed, watching Naoki work with great interest. Her expression was relaxed and satisfied, a small smile always gracing her lips.
Her green eyes followed Naoki's every move as if she were watching her favorite TV show, enjoying the sight of her boyfriend seriously preparing food for the two of them.
The atmosphere in the kitchen was warm and peaceful, a sharp contrast to the tension and ambiguous actions that had just occurred in the bedrooms.
"..."
One hour later.
The two of them had finished the simple but delicious dinner Naoki had cooked. The atmosphere felt warm and domestic, a strange contrast to the Mato environment outside the barrier.
"So this is what home-cooked food made by Naoki-kun tastes like..." Tenka murmured feelingly, watching Naoki as he cleared the table and moved the dirty dishes to the sink.
"How does it taste?" Naoki asked while rinsing the first plate.
"I love it. I love it so much~" Tenka leaned back in her chair for a moment, her face flushed with happiness. "I want to eat Naoki-kun's cooking for the rest of my life~"
She stood up from her chair and walked over. Standing next to Naoki at the sink, she naturally began helping him rinse the dishes he had washed, creating a rhythmic cooperation.
"Glad to hear it."
However, Naoki's focus began to splinter. After the guilt over the Sahara incident was buried by the comfort of dinner, his male instincts flared up again. At such close range, the sight of Tenka clad only in transparent black lingerie completely shattered his concentration. The occasional water droplets splashing onto Tenka's fair skin made her look even more glistening and seductive.
Noticing Naoki's hot, lustful gaze fixed on her body, Tenka didn't feel shy at all. On the contrary, there was a sense of pride and satisfaction on her face. She wanted to be seen that way by Naoki; she wanted to be the object of his desire.
"Hey, Naoki-kun." Tenka whispered suddenly, bringing her lips close to Naoki's ear. Her warm breath gave Naoki goosebumps. "Let's do some light exercise after this. So the food can be digested better~"
To emphasize her point, she bit Naoki's earlobe gently but meaningfully.
"Hisss..." Naoki inhaled sharply, a small electric sensation running through his entire body. He immediately sped up his hand movements to finish the dishes. "Almost done."
Ten minutes later, all the dishes were clean and neatly arranged. The two of them moved to Tenka's private room.
Tenka threw herself onto her large bed. She stretched, letting her lace lingerie further emphasize the shape of her breasts, while her legs in fishnet stockings moved provocatively, inviting Naoki to join her immediately.
"Come here~ Naoki-kun~"
No longer able to hold back the dam of lust that had been peaking for a while, Naoki pounced on Tenka like a wild beast finally released from its cage.
His body pressed against Tenka gently but with intense desire. His mouth immediately found Tenka's lips in a hot, passionate kiss. His hands wandered, undoing the intricate lace clasps of the lingerie, freeing the smooth skin and plump body beneath.
Perhaps because this was the first time they were doing it on Tenka's own bed—her comfort zone—the girl appeared much more enthusiastic and aggressive compared to their previous two wild sessions.
Tenka actively returned the kiss, her hands reaching for Naoki's back, pulling him closer. Her moans were louder, more unrestrained. She whispered naughty words and compliments in Naoki's ear, pushing him to be even more aggressive.
The room, usually quiet and orderly, was now filled with the sounds of moans, sighs, and the rhythmic thudding of bodies. The large bed creaked softly following their movements.
Tenka wrapped her legs tightly around Naoki's waist, pulling the man as deep as possible into her embrace. Every thrust Naoki gave was met with an echoing gasp of satisfaction, creating a symphony of passion in the silence of the Sixth Unit headquarters night.
Under the dim glow of the bedroom lamp, the two of them once again lost themselves in a heated union.
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