The Seventh Unit returned to their dorm quietly.
The battle had ended, but its scars were still fresh.
Himari and Shushu, both wounded, were immediately transferred to the Fifth Squad's care — where a skilled healer awaited them.
Yuuki, now back in his human form, exhaled in relief. No lives were lost. That alone was enough to bring a smile to his face.
(Heh... Time to collect today's reward, huh.)
Excitement bubbled up in his chest as he walked the hallway leading toward the Chief's office.
His mind, already shameless, wandered to the prize he desired most: Kyouka-san's warm hands... her heavy, perfect breasts... the soft body hidden under that dignified uniform...
(She's way too beautiful... I can't help it.)
Yuuki grinned to himself and knocked lightly.
Tap, Tap.
"Come in," came the calm voice from within.
Sliding open the door, Yuuki stepped inside.
The office was dimly lit by the warm hues of the setting sun.
Kyouka stood with her back to him, facing the large window.
She wore the crisp navy-blue tunic of the Anti-Demon Corps, her figure sharply outlined — short skirt brushing her thighs, black stockings hugging her long legs.
Twin feathered accessories fluttered gently behind her ears, like the wings of a solemn bird.
Yuuki swallowed unconsciously.
"Kyouka-san," he called out softly.
Slowly, she turned around.
Her expression was composed — yet beneath it, a shadow of guilt lingered.
"Yuuki... I owe you my thanks," she said, her voice solemn. "I was blinded by rage today... and because of that, I endangered Shushu and Himari."
Yuuki scratched his cheek sheepishly.
"It's only natural," he said. "If the ones who destroyed my home stood in front of me... I would've lost it too."
Kyouka's lips curved into a fragile smile.
Even with the faint bruise on her left cheek — the mark of her self-inflicted blow to jolt herself back to reason — she was breathtaking.
Yuuki's heart skipped a beat.
(So beautiful...)
The moment hung between them — quiet, heavy, intimate.
But then...
"Hh...!"
Kyouka stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.
The Slave Contract demanded its price.
And this time, she offered no resistance.
No excuses.
No desperate words.
She simply stepped forward, closing the distance between them.
"You... deserve this much," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
"You pervert..."
Before Yuuki could reply, Kyouka leaned forward — stiffly, clumsily — and pressed her lips against his.
Mmph...
It was a soft kiss, but her body — guided by the ability — moved expertly.
Her hands cupped Yuuki's face with delicate strength, tilting his head just right.
Her lips parted slightly, brushing against his with a hesitant hunger.
Yuuki's eyes widened, then relaxed, surrendering to her warmth.
(So soft... so good...)
The faint scent of sweat and soap clung to her uniform — a raw, honest smell that made his blood race.
Breaking the kiss, Kyouka pulled back, her face flushed deep red.
Her fingers — elegant and trembling — slowly reached for the buttons of her tunic.
"This is what you wanted... isn't it?" she murmured, eyes half-lidded, shamed yet proud.
Yuuki's heart pounded.
"Kyouka-san... you're really beautiful," he whispered.
Her fingers fumbled, missing a button. She clicked her tongue in frustration.
"Just... shut up, and watch," she said sharply — but her ears turned red.
Outside, the evening sun dipped lower, painting the room in golden fire.
Inside, a different fire was about to ignite.
•••
Kyouka's trembling hands, With slow, deliberate movements, she unfastened the golden buttons of her tunic.
One by one, they came undone, exposing the soft line of her collarbone, the smooth skin of her neck.
The tunic slipped off her shoulders.
Underneath, she wore a black, lacy bra — designed for adults, elegant yet seductively tight against her full breasts.
The dark fabric contrasted sharply with her pale skin, making the curves of her body even more mouth-watering.
Yuuki's throat tightened.
(Oh... god...)
Kyouka's face was red, but her body moved as if guided by an invisible hand.
She stepped closer.
Her fingers reached down toward Yuuki's belt.
She fumbled slightly, clearly unfamiliar with undressing a man.
Yuuki opened his mouth, wanting to ask what she was doing.
"Kyo—"
Before he could finish, she grabbed his face and kissed him — hard.
Sluurp.
Her mouth attacked his shamelessly.
She sucked his lower lip, then bit it gently, pulling it between her teeth.
Yuuki gasped.
Her tongue slipped past his lips — wet, hot, relentless — swirling with filthy skill.
She licked his tongue, then his teeth, then even the underside of his chin, leaving a trail of spit.
Slurp... chuu... slurp...
The kiss was wild. Messy. Deliciously dirty.
Yet Kyouka's face stayed burning red, as if she barely understood what she was doing.
(What... the hell... this feels... so good...)
Yuuki's resistance melted.
His hands, trembling slightly, reached up — and cupped her breasts.
Through the thin lace, he felt the heavy, soft weight of them.
They were warm, yielding perfectly into his palms.
Kyouka shivered under his touch.
But her hands kept working.
After a few awkward tugs, she finally unfastened Yuuki's belt.
The button popped open.
The zipper came down with a soft zzrrip sound.
His pants slid down to his ankles.
She finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily.
A thin string of saliva connected their mouths for a moment before snapping.
Kyouka's eyes were hazy now — almost dangerous.
Yuuki wiped his mouth, still panting.
"Ky-Kyouka-san... what are you—"
"Just shut up," she muttered, grabbing his arm.
With surprising strength, she pushed him back and made him sit down onto the wooden table behind him.
The desk creaked slightly under his weight.
Yuuki's heart raced. His erection strained hard against his underwear, clearly outlined and twitching with need.
Kyouka dropped to her knees between his legs.
Without ceremony, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear — and pulled them down.
Snap.
Yuuki's cock sprang free.
It was massive —impossible in real life.
Thick, heavy, slightly curved upward, and already leaking clear fluid at the tip.
Veins bulged along its length, twitching with his heartbeat.
Kyouka's eyes widened slightly.
But she said nothing.
Her face was burning, but her hands moved like they belonged to someone far more experienced.
One hand wrapped around the thick base.
Her fingers barely touched around the girth.
(Shit... her hand feels so small...)
Yuuki gulped.
Kyouka leaned in closer, her hot breath washing over his sensitive skin.
Without a word, she began.
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