"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 326: The Perfect Tool
"Kneel."
Tenra's command was quiet, almost absentminded.
Katerea's heart clenched. For a moment, she thought he meant to punish her for the earlier failure. But defiance wasn't an option—not for her. She dropped to her knees before him, obedient, silent.
A faint smile touched Tenra's lips as he reached out, gently cupping her cheek.
This was the proud descendant of Leviathan—once a woman of ambition and dignity, now reduced to the role of a tool, a slave, utterly devoted to him.
But Tenra hadn't made her kneel to humiliate her, nor to exact retribution. It was simply more convenient for him to touch her face this way.
"Katerea, you really are beautiful."
He lifted her chin, his praise genuine.
He'd indulged in her body more times than he cared to count, and yet she never ceased to captivate him. There was something irresistible about her—those striking features, that tall, sensual frame. Even her ruthless willingness to barter body and soul for ambition only made her more intriguing in his eyes. He admired her for it, perhaps even envied her audacity.
Realizing that her domineering master wasn't angry, Katerea let out a silent sigh of relief. A trace of that familiar, seductive smile appeared on her lips.
"All that I am belongs to Master."
She bowed her head, voice soft with submission.
Tenra's smile lingered, but he paid it little mind. She wasn't truly devoted to Tenra Kamiyo, the man—she was devoted to his power. Women like Katerea, proud and cunning and hungry for more, only ever bowed to strength.
Such women were dangerous. Weak men had no business touching them; only those who wielded true power could claim them.
And Tenra—Tenra had power to spare. That was why she knelt before him, why she'd become both his perfect tool and his exquisite plaything.
"Do you know what this is?"
A black gem materialized in Tenra's palm, swirling with ominous energy.
He hadn't summoned her just for pleasure.
"A Sacred Gear?" Katerea asked, instantly recognizing its aura. She couldn't quite guess his intent.
"Correct. Not just any Sacred Gear, either—one of the highest-grade Longinus. The [Annihilation Maker], taken from the Hero Faction. With it, you can create any monster you can imagine."
Katerea's eyes flashed with greedy light.
She knew this artifact well; she'd watched Tenra wield it in battle, summoning demon foxes fierce enough to challenge the Nine-Tailed Fox, and hundreds of other monsters besides.
Pure destructive power? Maybe it didn't match Boosted Gear or Divine Dividing. But in terms of sheer danger? Nothing else came close.
Used well, this Sacred Gear could wipe out a city—or an entire nation.
"Do you want it?"
Tenra caught the hunger in her gaze and smiled.
"Yes!" Katerea's answer was instant, her eyes burning.
She was far too clever to hide her desire at a moment like this.
Tenra was pleased by her candor. He'd already decided to give her the Longinus, but he wasn't about to hand it over for nothing.
"Please me."
His command was absolute. The uniformed girl who'd been offering Tenra her "special service" quietly stepped aside, giving Katerea space.
Katerea hesitated only a heartbeat before crawling forward, licking her lips. She bowed her proud head, ready to serve.
Tenra's eyes drifted closed, savoring the moment.
Her technique had improved again…
He'd once considered giving [Annihilation Maker] to Yubelluna, his Queen, but her attributes didn't suit it. Watching Katerea return from battle, battered but unbroken, had sealed his decision. She was too valuable to leave weak.
Katerea was his key recruiter now—she needed more power, and [Annihilation Maker] was a perfect fit.
Her body and soul were already his; betrayal wasn't a concern. And if she ever did turn against him, a thought would reclaim everything he'd given.
He opened his eyes, watching her work with tireless devotion. True to his word, Tenra pressed the black gem into her body.
The fusion wasn't as dramatic as when he'd seized the artifact, but pain still wracked her—especially with a Longinus this powerful.
Katerea's face twisted in agony, but she didn't falter. Ruthless to others, ruthless to herself—she kept pleasing him, trembling but unbroken.
Tenra closed his eyes again, letting her continue. She was a perfect tool, a flawless plaything.
Hours passed.
"Katerea, once you've recovered, head out immediately. Suspend operations in Hindu territory for now—focus on recruiting in other regions."
Tenra dressed as he spoke, voice brisk.
"Yes, Master."
Katerea lay sprawled on the floor, her reply dreamy, half-conscious.
The room was a wreck—shredded clothing everywhere, the dozen uniformed women collapsed in exhaustion, marked by sin and pleasure. Several had fainted outright.
Tenra left. Katerea, who'd received the lion's share of his attention, finally collapsed, unable to move.
Her body bore the marks of conquest, but the power pulsing within her—his gift—made her eyes shine with madness.
One step closer. One step nearer to her dream.
Someday, she would reclaim her throne, restore Leviathan's glory.
No—if she followed this man, maybe she could go even further.
She'd sold her body, her soul, and felt no regret. It was the best decision she'd ever made.
She would please him—no matter the cost.
Soft laughter bubbled up, twisted and wild.
"Hehehehe…"
Then louder—unrestrained, manic, echoing through the ruined chamber.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
Katerea's crazed laughter filled the room, a symphony of madness and ambition.
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