Sayuri gave Haruto a meaningful glance. "Thank you for your trouble, Tsubaki-san. Would you like to come in for a while?"
"No need..."
"Tsubaki-san, it would be better to come in and... clean up."
Sayuri smiled faintly, her gaze lowering. "Otherwise, walking must be quite uncomfortable."
Tsubaki's fair cheeks flushed, her stocking-clad legs instinctively pressing together.
At this moment, Haruto couldn't help but speak up. "Tsubaki-senpai... I've been meaning to ask—why didn't you use magic to clean yourself up inside as well...?"
Tsubaki's beautiful eyes widened as she glared fiercely at Haruto.
So you noticed—and you actually dared to bring it up?!
Haruto immediately backed down, knowing full well he was the culprit.
Leaning weakly against Sayuri's chest, he quickly amended, "I meant... why didn't you use magic to block other people's gazes?"
Tsubaki: (⊙o⊙)…
...Right. Why hadn't she used magic?
She didn't know any spells to block vision, but she could have at least lowered her presence.
Tsubaki turned her head away, refusing to answer.
Could she really admit that she'd been too overwhelmed to think straight?
Haruto, curious: "Tsubaki-senpai?"
Tsubaki: "..."
Haruto: "Tsubaki-senpai?"
Tsubaki turned back angrily. "What are you shouting for? Why didn't you remind me earlier on the way here?"
Haruto blinked innocently. He had only learned magic a few days ago and had only recalled this solution halfway through their trip.
Seeing Tsubaki acting so composed, he had assumed she liked being seen like this.
"I thought you enjoyed..."
Tsubaki's icy demeanor shattered as she stepped forward in embarrassment, clamping a hand over Haruto's reckless mouth.
"Mmph—!"
Haruto struggled in vain before quickly shaking his head in surrender.
Tsubaki released him, glancing at Sayuri, who looked utterly bewildered.
"I'm leaving first. You handle the rest yourself."
Dark devil wings spread wide as a pair of pale little hands traced a crimson magic circle in the air. Tsubaki turned and stepped through.
The dark red magic array flashed with a blinding scarlet light before dissipating.
Along with it vanished Tsubaki's figure.
Once she remembered she could use magic, she simply teleported directly back using fixed-point transportation.
Haruto pouted. "Ran away so fast."
He had wanted to try keeping Tsubaki there, to see if he could obtain the complete Mirror Alice ability as well.
"Haru-kun..."
"Call me Master."
Haruto patted Sayuri's buttocks disapprovingly. "Help me back first. I'll explain everything when Ayame gets back."
Sayuri withdrew her astonished gaze and obediently said, "Master, does magic really exist in this world?"
"Didn't I say help me back first?"
Haruto raised an eyebrow, applying more pressure until the plump flesh of her rear deformed under his grip.
"Seems you don't want it tonight?"
"Hehe, Master, are you even up for it tonight?" Sayuri's face flushed with desire as her small hand slipped beneath Haruto's waistband.
"Mmm...hnn..."
Little Haruto ambushed, Haruto shuddered pleasurably, Sayuri's techniques kept improving.
After a few skillful strokes, a crimson blush spread across Sayuri's face as she murmured drunkenly, "Master...I want it."
She withdrew her hand, slipping fingers dripping with Haruto's scent into her mouth to suck clean.
Little Haruto nodded in full agreement, but Haruto's stamina hadn't recovered yet.
"Make dinner first."
Well-versed in adult films, Haruto deeply understood the art of training.
It wasn't about letting Sayuri do it whenever she wanted, but only when he permitted.
Of course, the option to abstain existed, but the capability must never be lacking.
Otherwise training would be impossible.
Though exhausted, little Haruto remained full of vigor.
At worst he could just lie back and let the Takamine sisters do the work.
Sayuri was already dripping wet, writhing as she continued begging.
"Master~"
Haruto pinched Sayuri's tender cheeks. "Yuri-nee, if you don't behave, tonight you'll just watch me with Ayame-nee."
For Sayuri, this was the cruelest punishment imaginable.
Her pouted lips squeezed tight, just as Sayuri tried to respond, drool began cascading down.
"Mmm...I...un...stand... slurp..."
Observing the crimson-faced Sayuri, Haruto expressionlessly withdrew his hand.
Sayuri eagerly pressed closer, lowering her head to cradle Haruto's hand, cleaning it thoroughly with her agile tongue.
Though using saliva to clean saliva seemed rather pointless.
Haruto hesitated, watching the enthusiastic Sayuri, ultimately deciding to let it go.
Sayuri was the type who grew more excited the more she was humiliated.
Even among hentai heroines, she was a top-tier plaything.
After licking her fingers clean, Sayuri finally began cooking dinner with a satisfied expression.
Meanwhile, Haruto took the time to sort through his abilities.
[Name: Haruto Seishu] ★
[Talents: Basic Body Mastery, Eye of Insight, Mental Resistance, Mirror Alice (Incomplete), Intermediate Devil Bloodline, Lightning Radiance (Incomplete)]
[Skills: Basic Mana Extraction, Basic Combat Arts]
His status screen remained as concise as ever.
To check detailed descriptions of his talents or skills, he simply needed to focus his mind on the ability in question.
Among his talents, the Intermediate Devil Bloodline had become complete, while his skills now included Basic Combat Arts.
Only combat techniques capable of defeating Koneko under equal physical conditions were acknowledged by the system as skills he had mastered.
And even then, it was still just a basic-level skill.
As for the low-level spells he could barely cast, none of them were displayed.
The effects of the devil bloodline were simple and brutal, but they didn't manifest instantly.
The devil blood seemed to be slowly merging with Haruto's body, bringing about earth-shaking changes every second.
All physical attributes—vision, hearing, smell, speed, strength, recovery—were steadily improving.
Once this enhancement concluded, the Intermediate Devil Bloodline would be fully integrated into Haruto's body.
It wasn't just his physical abilities—his mana reserves had also increased significantly.
Do devils naturally possess more mana than humans, so the bloodline fusion boosted my mana as well?
Closing his eyes to sense the drastic changes within his body, a flicker of doubt crossed Haruto's mind.
But why did the mana increase directly while the physical enhancements are gradual…?
Whatever the reason, it was a good thing either way.
The immediate priority was replenishing energy.
Setting aside his thoughts, Haruto called out toward the kitchen, "Yuri-nee, make a little more for dinner."
Physical enhancements required energy. While mana could serve as a temporary substitute, the bulk of it still had to come from his body.
Ever since awakening his abilities, his appetite had been steadily growing.
But it had still been within acceptable limits—until tonight.
Whether it was the bloodline evolution or replenishing the vitality absorbed by the chess piece, he needed a massive amount of energy.
———
Staring at Haruto's flat stomach, the Takamine sisters couldn't fathom where all that food had gone.
The amount he had eaten in this single meal would take an ordinary person ten days to half a month to finish.
The massive quantity of food, catalyzed by mana, rapidly converted into energy.
His depleted body was finally satisfied, no longer signaling the need for more sustenance.
"Yuri-nee, you can stop cooking now," Haruto set down his chopsticks. "I'm full."
Ayame looked at him as if he were a monster. "If you weren't full, we'd have had to order takeout."
"We'll have to go grocery shopping tomorrow—we've run out of ingredients," Sayuri sighed, rubbing her sore arms.
Glancing at the messy dining table, Haruto waved a hand dismissively. "Those are minor issues. Now that we're full, it's time for some post-meal exercise."
Ayame dodged his reaching hand, giggling. "No way, you reek of greasy food."
"Oh? Daring to complain about your master? Punishment—you're on bath-scrubbing duty."
"Hehe~ As you wish, my master~"
After eating and drinking his fill, with his strength greatly increased, Haruto was in high spirits. He pulled the Takamine sisters into the bathroom with him.
"Wait, I still need to clean up the table..."
Amidst Sayuri's startled cry, Haruto scooped her up by the waist: "Let Ayame-nee clean it tomorrow. You've worked hard tonight."
Ayame's face twisted in dismay—compared to scrubbing backs, this was the real punishment.
In the bathroom, as the pink apron came off, Haruto was presented with a voluptuous, completely bare figure.
"Yuri-nee, you've worked hard tonight."
Turning on the shower and squeezing body wash into his palm, Haruto began lathering up the soft, delicate mounds.
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