"That wasn't fun," Sona complained as she wiped her face with a purple cloth.
In the end, they left the café quickly, without even trying the dessert they had ordered. Sona definitely ate something, but Altair didn't. The young man just watched the girl walk away, grumbling.
"You seemed pretty entertained."
"I got carried away," she admitted, her cheeks flushed. "But that's not the kind of behavior I should have in public. Someone could have seen me," she said, looking around fearfully.
"There was no chance anyone would see you," Altair said. "I cast a spell to take care of that. I wouldn't let anyone see you in that situation," he said.
"What about the girl, Aika?" Sona glared at him.
"Somehow she was able to see through the spell," Altair had a good idea what might have caused that.
The spell he used was only meant to affect and ward off muggles, mundane people. That meant Aika Kiryuu was not a normal person.
"I should go back and erase her memory," Sona stopped in her tracks.
"Even if she talks, who would believe her?" Altair said.
"You don't know her," Sona said.
"Oh, I do. She's a pervert from the academy. Merlin, she probably knows more about sex than I do, even though she's a virgin." The contents of the brown-haired woman's mind were a place of possible nightmares or wet dreams.
He thought Issei was sick, but Aika was even worse. It wasn't that Altair had ever read Issei's mind; he just wasn't sure he could stop himself from killing him if he found out about the women in his coven.
"How do you know her?" Sona's expression turned fierce, like a honey badger staring down a snake that had invaded its home.
"Oh, well, she gave me her number. +81-," he began, but was interrupted.
"I was sure I tore up the paper," Sona frowned.
'Of course, you tore it up, but you didn't erase the number from Aika's mind.'
"Well, I have a good mind," he commented casually, subliminally hinting at his control over mental arts.
"That... doesn't matter," the girl adjusted her glasses.
"Reparo," Altair whispered, and the previously broken glass was fixed in the blink of an eye.
"Thank you," she said politely. "But we need to discuss what happened in there. I'm not the kind of person who...," she thought for a second about how to continue.
"Who sucks dick?"
"Rude," she whispered. "But yes. I don't know what happened, but it must not happen again." She was a Sitri, part of the royalty of the underworld; she couldn't afford that kind of knowledge.
"Look here," Altair made the girl's underwear appear in his hand.
"No!" she screamed as she tried to hide her panties. She looked around fearfully. But the street was empty, and the few people passing by didn't even look in her direction.
She struggled with the boy for a long time, hoping to remove the garment quickly, but she couldn't. She frowned.
"I just wanted you to see: they're wet," he said. "You talk about what we shouldn't do and all that. But you enjoyed it." He leaned close to her ear. "If you like doing it in public places, that's fine. I understand that excitement. I don't judge you. You're not a dirty woman, you like to enjoy yourself," he whispered.
Altair believed that what Sona needed at that moment was validation of her desires. The girl had lived modestly all her life. The most perverted thing in her life was probably meeting Akeno.
She was confused. She probably felt dirty and sick; she had never experienced sexual pleasure before, and doing it for the first time outdoors had shaken her up a bit. Altair certainly considered her a pervert; few women got so excited about doing it in such public places.
But being a pervert didn't mean anything bad to him. Altair could list every fetish in the world and probably be attracted to ninety percent of them; he wasn't one to judge.
"Even so... we could have been discovered," said Sona.
"I'll take care of creating a spell powerful enough that not even the devils can see us if we do it in the middle of the underworld," he said as he took her face in his hands.
Sona had made a clumsy attempt to clean her face, but there were still traces of semen in certain places. Altair was tempted to let her leave like that; perhaps she would find Lord Sitri in that state. But the contempt he felt for the man would not be transferred to Sona. With a wave of his hand, Sona's face was clean.
"Thank you."
"With that spell, we can fuck in Kuoh Academy in the middle of your classroom," he said with a smile.
"No!" she scolded him, although she blushed imagining that scenario.
She was in the middle of the classroom, everyone taking notes while she was on Altair's lap, going up and down, bouncing uncontrollably on his pelvis. Altair's huge hand held her by the neck, not squeezing, just holding her firmly.
Rias and Akeno were there, looking suspiciously around the classroom, perhaps wondering about the school president's disappearance.
"No, no, no!" She was about to start smoking from her head. "I have to go," she said as she shyly walked away. Altair followed her until she found an alley. She didn't even say goodbye to him as she disappeared into a magic circle.
Altair sighed heavily.
'Was I too fast?' he wondered.
Sona had seemed receptive, although perhaps she was overwhelmed by the sensations. Altair didn't even use any skills to increase the stimulation; he probably could have fucked her if he wanted to. But Sona was brilliant, and in her post-nut clarity, she would have realized that he used something to make her feel better.
In her current situation, she let herself be carried away by his caresses; there was no scam beyond his ability to caress her.
He looked around. The town of Kuoh was quite ordinary, really. It was like a small city. There were attractive places, but they were all small, inferior versions of those in big cities like Kyoto.
Soon, they would go to Kyoto, according to Rias' plans. It was going to be a good opportunity for sightseeing, although, according to the devil, they would also be in contact with a supernatural faction there; however, she did not provide many more details.
As for the fallen angels, Azazel kept insisting that he join Grigori, seeming more and more desperate. He soon found out why: the faction of fallen angels had split in half. Azazel kept the larger portion, while another fallen angel, Kokabiel, organized a rebellion against his own faction.
Azazel managed to suppress it, but Kokabiel ended up fleeing with a fraction of the fallen angels. Since then, there had been a tense silence about Kokabiel's fate. He took about a fifth of the fallen with him, which, while a significant blow, still left them strong in some ways.
Azazel sought to convince Altair by any means necessary. Science, women, sacred gears. He seemed like the epitome of a man desperately giving gifts to a woman who didn't even know his name in search of her approval.
"Speaking of the devil," said Altair, referring not to Azazel, but to others of his own kind. "I mean, fallens."
There were four fallen ones. Altair remembered them; they were the ones who wanted to sacrifice Asia and steal her Sacred Gear. He wasn't sure, but according to their ideals, they would have escaped with Kokabiel. He had probably sent them there to kill or kidnap Altair.
After all, if it weren't for him, Kokabiel's entire conspiracy would not have been discovered. The fallen angel sought to restart the war between the three factions. A stupid goal, the devils were the strongest faction, it was not so easy to increase the ranks of the fallen and the angels. God had not created new angels in years. Without new angels, they could not fall.
The devil faction, although said to be weak, is not so weak in reality. They are the only faction in the Bible with the ability to turn other races into their own.
"Disgusting demon," said one of the girls. Her dark purple hair looked black in the dim light.
"It's a devil, crow," Altair corrected her, looking at the street. The few people who had been there before suddenly vanished. He raised his wand in the air as he conjured a protective dome, not allowing them to leave.
"Don't let him finish." Another woman, the tallest of the three, suddenly lunged forward, clearly not one to wait for the other to finish casting his spells.
"You worry too much, Kala-chan, he's just a weakling," said another fallen woman, this one looking like a little blonde girl. However, her smile was not childish at all.
"It's best to finish this as soon as possible. We don't want him to have a chance to escape," said the only man in the group of fallen.
"Escape? Me?" asked Altair, still looking up at the sky.
A few weeks ago, he would have panicked at that moment, but right now, he only saw four individuals, probably weaker than Lavender.