Night had settled over Kuoh Town like a heavy velvet curtain, the clock on Akari's nightstand glowing in soft red digits. The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the occasional creak of old wood.
Asia Argento was asleep in the guest room down the hall — exhausted from the day's trauma, her small body curled under the blanket Akari had given her, breathing steady and peaceful for the first time in weeks.
Akari lay on her own bed in nothing but an oversized white t-shirt, the hem riding high enough to expose her entire midriff. The room was dark, lit only by the faint moonlight slipping through the half-open curtains. She had been trying to sleep, but something inside her refused to let her rest.
A soft, insistent pressure bloomed deep in her core.
Not pain. Not movement in the normal sense.
It felt… deliberate.
Issei's child — the last one still inside her, the pervert spawn that had inherited every ounce of its father's lecherous nature — was "kissing" her from the inside. Tiny, phantom lips and tongue pressing against the inner walls of her womb in slow, hungry strokes, exactly the way Issei had touched her that night in his bedroom. The sensation rolled through her like warm electricity, making her back arch off the mattress.
"Ah… nnnh…"
A low, involuntary moan slipped from Akari's lips. Her thighs pressed together instinctively as another wave of pleasure pulsed through her.
The child was teasing her, licking and sucking at the sensitive inner flesh in perfect rhythm, as if it knew exactly what its father had done to her two hours straight. Her nipples hardened under the thin shirt. Heat pooled low in her belly.
She bit her lip hard, fingers digging into the sheets.
It felt good — too good — but it was also the final reminder of the old Infinite Womb. The last chain. The last piece of that perverted, helpless chapter of her life.
She didn't want it anymore.
Not even this one.
The pleasure crested again, drawing another shaky moan from her throat, and Akari made her decision.
"Enough."
She sat up, breathing hard, cheeks flushed. The phantom kissing slowed but didn't stop completely, as if the child sensed her mood and was trying to convince her to keep it.
Akari opened the System Shop with a sharp mental command.
System Shop – Main Menu
Buy
Sell
She tapped Sell.
The list appeared instantly.
Child of Issei Hyoudou (currently in stasis inside womb)
Others....
She selected it without hesitation.
Sell Issei Hyoudou's Child?
Estimated value: 5,000,000 System Points
Confirm / Cancel
Akari stared at the screen for three full seconds.
Then she whispered, "Yes."
Sale confirmed.
Issei Hyoudou's Child – Sold / Extracted
+5,000,000 System Points added
Current System Points: 25,000,000
The sensation inside her vanished instantly.
No pain. No emptiness. Just… normal.
The last phantom kiss faded like a dream. Akari exhaled slowly, feeling strangely lighter. She had kept that child longer than any of the others because the memory of Issei had been sweet.
But sweet memories didn't outweigh the fact that she no longer needed to carry anything inside her to gain power. The System Shop had made the Infinite Womb obsolete. And now she was truly free.
She closed the shop, then immediately reopened it again.
She scrolled quickly, eyes scanning the cheaper utility items until one caught her attention.
Fallen Ball
Single-use capture device specifically designed for Fallen Angels
Upon contact, instantly traps the target inside a pocket dimension ball
User gains full control: summon, command, extract power, or sell the captured fallen angel at any time
Cost: 200,000 System Points
Akari's lips curved into a cold smile.
"Perfect."
She tapped purchase.
Fallen Ball purchased.
-200,000 SP deducted
Current System Points: 24,800,000
A small, matte-black orb the size of a baseball materialized in her palm — smooth, faintly warm, and humming with containment magic. She rolled it between her fingers once, then slipped it into her shorts pocket.
Akari glanced toward the guest room where Asia slept soundly. The nun was safe for now.
But the night wasn't over.
She changed into her usual outfit — white crop top, black denim shorts — and slipped out the back door into the cool night air. Ten minutes later she stood in front of the same abandoned church she had visited multiple times before.
The building looked even more ominous under moonlight, vines crawling over cracked stone, broken windows like empty eye sockets.
She knew what waited underneath.
Akari descended the hidden stairs behind the shattered altar, boots silent on the stone. The underground lair opened before her — a ritual chamber built by the fallen angels for Sacred Gear extraction. Torches flickered with unholy green flame. Two figures were lounging on makeshift thrones of rubble.
Kalawarner and Mittelt.
Kalawarner — tall, elegant, long black hair and cold violet eyes — straightened first. Mittelt — petite, blonde twintails, bratty expression — jumped to her feet.
Both sensed something wrong the moment Akari stepped into the light.
"Who are you?" Kalawarner demanded, voice sharp and regal. "And what are you doing here in our domain?"
Mittelt crossed her arms, sneering. "Yeah, who the fuck are you to invade our territory?"
Akari stopped ten meters away, hands in her pockets, midriff exposed as always.
"Well," she said calmly, "I'm the one who killed your boss Raynare and Dohnaseek. Now that I've told both of you bitches that… what are you going to do about it?"
For one heartbeat the two fallen angels simply stared.
Then rage exploded across their faces.
"I'll kill you!" they screamed in unison.
Kalawarner summoned a blazing light spear. Mittelt launched into the air, wings bursting free, already forming her own spear.
The fight began.
Akari raised her left arm.
The crimson Boosted Gear snapped into existence with a metallic clang.
Boost.
Boost.
Boost.
Boost.
Four boosts. Speed and power surged.
Mittelt dove first, spear raised for a killing strike from above.
Akari didn't even dodge.
She thrust her gauntleted hand forward.
"Dragon Shot!"
A roaring crimson beam of concentrated draconic energy erupted from her palm. It struck Mittelt mid-air like a cannon shell. The petite fallen angel didn't even have time to scream — her body vaporized instantly in a flash of red light and black feathers, reduced to drifting ash that rained down onto the stone floor.
Kalawarner's eyes widened in horror.
She hurled her light spear with all her strength.
Akari blurred.
Four-times-boosted speed turned her into a ghost. She sidestepped the spear effortlessly, then another, then a third. Kalawarner kept throwing — five, six, seven spears in rapid succession — but Akari danced through them like they were moving in slow motion.
Each miss exploded against the walls, showering the lair with holy shrapnel. Kalawarner's breathing grew ragged. Her wings trembled. She was tiring fast.
Akari waited until the fallen angel's arm dropped, chest heaving.
Then she pulled the matte-black orb from her pocket.
"Catch."
She threw the Fallen Ball underhand.
The orb struck Kalawarner's chest and activated instantly. A swirling vortex of dark energy erupted around the fallen angel. Kalawarner had time for one terrified scream before the ball sucked her inside, shrinking rapidly until it was once again the size of a baseball resting innocently in Akari's palm.
The lair fell silent.
Akari dismissed the Boosted Gear with a thought. The gauntlet vanished in red motes.
She slipped the Fallen Ball into her pocket next to the other one she'd bought earlier, then turned and walked back up the stairs without a backward glance.
Outside the church, under the moonlit sky, she stopped and exhaled slowly.
"Now that I've taken care of Raynare and all her subordinates… what should I do now?" she murmured to herself. "Should I help Rias cancel her marriage with that Riser Phenex… or should I just call him Chicken Phenex? That's a matter for future me to handle."
A small, dangerous smirk tugged at her lips.
She turned and started walking home.