"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 324: Tenra Gets Hustled
Sona Sitri had never felt so defeated. Relentless pestering—Tenra's specialty—wore down her resistance until, in the end, she surrendered with a sigh.
She'd agreed to become Tenra and Rias's co-conspirator.
After sternly warning her peerage that Ophis's presence was strictly classified, Sona delegated Le Fay's enrollment to Tsubaki. Le Fay, though younger than Ravel or Koneko, was placed in their class for convenience.
"Sorry for dragging you into this, Sona."
Tenra lingered behind after Rias and the others left with Ophis, hoping to soothe the council president's nerves.
"Heh. So you do know how to apologize."
Sona's sneer was sharp as she slapped away Tenra's wandering hand.
She was genuinely annoyed this time—Tenra could tell. But he didn't back down. Instead, he dipped his head and stole a kiss from her lips.
"Mmm—!"
She struggled at first, trying to push him away, but Tenra's persistence soon left her breathless and dazed, her resistance melting.
He didn't let up, savoring her sweetness until, at last, he released her.
"Sona. Still mad?"
He whispered teasingly in her ear.
Sona glared, panting, eyes full of wounded pride.
How did she end up falling for this infuriating bastard? Maybe she'd committed some cosmic sin in a past life.
"I've done all I can for you. Ophis is too dangerous—watch yourself, you and Rias both."
She steadied her breathing, voice cool and distant.
For all her icy exterior, Sona's heart was warm. If she truly didn't care about Tenra and Rias, she wouldn't have helped—no matter how much he begged.
Even as an accomplice, if news of Ophis leaked, her reputation—and the entire Sitri family—would be at risk.
"Relax. It's not as dire as you think. I'll handle everything."
Tenra's smile was gentle, his confidence unwavering.
Honestly, Tenra preferred to keep Ophis—and his whole secret church—hidden as long as possible. It gave him time to build his strength. But even if exposed, he was no longer the powerless kid he used to be.
Sona caught the shift in his gaze—a calm certainty, not arrogance, but absolute confidence.
Maybe that was part of why she'd fallen for him in the first place…
"Tsubaki's been acting odd lately. Did you do something to her?"
Sona's question was sudden, her eyes sharp.
"Uh… What's wrong with Tsubaki?"
Tenra kept his face blank, though his heart skipped.
"If she's acting strange, shouldn't you ask her? How would I know?"
He played innocent, steady and sincere.
"Really nothing to do with you?"
Sona studied his face, skeptical.
Tsubaki had been distracted, even making mistakes at work—unheard of for someone so meticulous. Sona had asked, but Tsubaki just stammered, unable to explain.
No evidence—just a woman's intuition.
"Nothing at all. Completely unrelated."
Tenra shook his head with earnest conviction, hiding his nerves.
Sona didn't buy it, but with Tenra stonewalling, she could only withdraw her gaze, frustrated.
Tenra breathed a silent sigh of relief. He thought he'd dodged a bullet—until—
"Spill it. What's really going on?!"
Sona's voice was ice, her eyes flashing with authority.
"I told you, it's got nothing to do with me."
Tenra forced a calm front, startled.
Sona said nothing, just stared him down with cold sarcasm.
Tenra's façade cracked. "Sona, how did you figure it out?"
She smiled sweetly. "I guessed."
Tenra froze, suddenly wishing he could smack himself.
He'd been hustled.
"Now, care to explain properly?"
Sona stroked his cheek, voice gentle—too gentle. Tenra felt a cold sweat coming on.
Defeated, he confessed everything about his little affair with the vice president.
As expected, Sona's expression soured.
"You already have Rias and the others, and now you're after Tsubaki too?"
She ground her teeth, eyes blazing. This greedy bastard was unbelievable.
"Can you blame me? Tsubaki's an amazing woman—it'd be weird not to be interested."
Tenra scratched his head, sheepish but unrepentant.
"Oh, so it's Tsubaki's fault now?"
Sona's laughter was edged with fury. "There are thousands of exceptional women in the world—are you planning to collect them all for your harem?"
Tenra didn't even blink. "We'll see when the opportunity comes."
His mother's goal was at least a hundred beautiful, capable wives. Tenra thought even that was too few—why not a hundred times that?
"You… you…"
Sona trembled with rage, speechless.
When words failed, she acted—biting Tenra, hard.
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
His howls echoed through the student council room, a well-deserved punishment.
Much later—
Sona slumped in her chair, cheeks burning with shame and fury, clutching her nearly shredded clothes. Tenra limped out, rubbing a constellation of bite marks.
After their battle—half negotiation, half wrestling match—they reached a truce.
Sona wouldn't interfere with Tenra and Tsubaki, but everything had to be Tsubaki's choice. Tenra was strictly forbidden from using force or status—just as Rias had insisted with Koneko.
Tenra agreed easily. He'd been rough with the likes of Ravel and Katerea, but with "good girls" like Tsubaki, he preferred a gentle approach—winning them over, savoring every step.
Of course, his ambitions went far beyond just the vice president…
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