Chapter 104: Back Scrubbing with Rias
What truly excited Haruto was the talent [Body-Drawn Divine Insight]. Its name sounded profound, and the description was flashy, but it could be summarized in four words: martial arts prodigy. He was the kind of freak who could replicate any technique after seeing it just once.
However, this only applied to physical techniques. If a move required specific energy circulation, Haruto's version would be nothing more than an empty shell.
Even so, it remained an incredibly powerful talent, meaning Haruto had cleared two-thirds of the obstacles on his martial path. With a dual cultivation system for physique and spirit, and the [Body-Drawn Divine Insight] talent for technique, attaining the title of Martial God was within reach as long as he deepened his understanding of martial arts. He might even catch a glimpse of the path to "Immortal Dao" in the future.
Martial arts and magic could be cultivated simultaneously. Before deciding to explore martial arts, Haruto had consulted Rias. Qi governed the body, while magic governed the spirit—not only did they not interfere with each other, but they also complemented one another.
However, not everyone had talent in both areas, and even those who did often lacked the time to cultivate both simultaneously. Even Maou had limited lifespans; focusing on one path was the only way to advance further.
"As expected, choosing to try martial arts was the right decision…" Haruto murmured, feeling the milky-white Qi in his dantian.
After Qi emerged, the magic power spread throughout his body voluntarily made room, retreating to the crown of his head at the Baihui point. Haruto felt no discomfort. On the contrary, because the magic's location nearly overlapped with his illusory sea of consciousness where mental power resided, his control over it became as effortless as moving his own limbs.
The pale blue magic condensed into a cluster, and in Haruto's perception, its color was slowly deepening. The hallmark of an intermediate magician was having deep blue magic throughout the body. With all his magic now concentrated, he wondered if turning deep blue would count as a breakthrough.
He could only wait until tomorrow to ask the lovely club president about that.
…
Dawn broke faintly. After a whole night of training in the woods, Haruto had finally grown somewhat accustomed to his new body and power.
Seizing the moment before the corporate slaves started their commutes, he spread his bat wings and swiftly flew toward Kuoh Academy.
Haruto cut through the sky like a black lightning bolt, the wild wind whipping against his face, a sense of freedom and exhilaration coursing through his entire being.
Flying in a straight line was fast. In just ten minutes, the gates of Kuoh Academy came into view. Swooping past from above, he arrived in front of the club building, slowly descended, and reluctantly retracted his devil form.
"President, Akeno-senpai, and Koneko, good morning."
Pushing open the clubroom door, Haruto found the three beauties dressed in light sleepwear still in bed. While admiring their lovely figures, he greeted them.
With A-rank strength, sleep was no longer necessary. Having just broken through overnight without rest, Haruto felt no fatigue at all.
Naturally, the three girls who were stronger than him didn't need sleep either - it was merely a habit, like eating and drinking. Due to their devil nature, they were often active during nighttime. Seeing Haruto's arrival, they lost any intention to continue sleeping.
The white-haired loli was the first to rise. She shook her fluffy white cat ears, sniffed with her small nose, and made a disgusted face: "Haruto, you smell awful..."
Haruto's tea-pouring hand froze. Having worked all night in the deep mountains, he still carried the residual blood of mountain ogres and Yuuma's scent. It probably... might... possibly... really did smell terrible.
"President, may I borrow the bathroom?"
He hadn't noticed until Koneko pointed it out, but now even Haruto couldn't stand it himself, feeling as if ants were crawling all over his body.
Rias gathered her scattered red hair in front of her chest, revealing a faint smile. "Haruto, do you need me to help scrub your back~"
"Oh? Really?" Haruto's eyes lit up. "Please do help, President!"
Rias stiffened slightly, inwardly annoyed that she'd been fooled once again by this little pervert's harmless appearance.
Ever since Haruto took Rias's first kiss, he had become completely unresistant to the president's frequent teasing and temptations.
If Rias dared to offer, he dared to accept.
Before Rias could think of an excuse, Haruto grabbed the girl's warm, soft hand. "President, let's go."
Rias opened her mouth to say something, but Haruto gave her no opportunity.
"Scrubbing each other's backs is an activity that helps strengthen the bond between servant and master. I'll make sure to scrub yours properly too later."
Saying this, Haruto quickened his pace.
Rias felt both embarrassed and annoyed, trying to pull her hand back with force, but failed...
After a moment of surprise, she increased her strength, yet still couldn't break free.
Impossible. With Haruto's strength, the force she used should have been more than enough to break free. Any more strength might injure him.
Under Akeno's meaningful gaze and Koneko's somewhat jealous expression, a confused Rias was pulled into the bathroom by Haruto.
The bathroom was luxurious, spacious enough for two people to bathe without feeling crowded.
Rias often bathed together with the white-haired loli and Akeno.
Haruto closed the door and began swiftly removing his clothes.
Looking at his uniform full of holes, particularly the back where two large tears covered nearly one-third of the fabric, he casually tossed it aside. Though not completely ruined, it was clearly unwearable.
"President, when you reveal your true devil forms, don't your wings tear through your uniforms?"
When it actually came to being naked before each other, Rias showed no shyness.
She casually unfastened her bra, and a pair of firm, full, snow-white rounds trembled before Haruto's eyes.
"Not at all. Our uniforms are specially processed. Unless we're in intense combat, they don't tear easily."
Rias bent slightly, lifting one delicate white foot as her small hand hooked the black semi-transparent panties at her waist, slowly pulling them down.
Haruto swallowed hard, momentarily forgetting what he had meant to say.
No matter how many girls he had been with, such scenes always made young Haruto excited.
Especially when the completely naked red-haired beauty before him was a powerful and prestigious devil, and also his nominal master.
The steam from the shower began to cling to her skin, tracing the elegant lines of her spine and the tantalizing curve of her hips. Each droplet of water looked like a precious jewel against her flawless, pale canvas.
Rias glanced at the little Haruto that had raised its head between his legs, a faint blush appearing on her exquisite and charming face.
Her crimson eyes, usually filled with authority, now held a mix of amusement and a flicker of something warmer, something primal. The air grew thick, charged with an unspoken tension that made every breath feel heavy.
"You little pervert, so hard for me first thing in the morning."
She extended her fair, delicate hand, gently grasped the fiery dragon, stroked it unhurriedly a few times, then tightened her grip slightly, "If you don't behave later, I'll finish you off."
Her touch was electric, a deliberate, slow friction that promised both pleasure and punishment. The contrast of her cool, soft fingers against his heated, throbbing flesh sent jolts of pure lightning up his spine.
"Hiss~"
Haruto drew a sharp, comfortable breath, thrusting his hips to let the hot, smooth tip rub against the red-haired, buxom beauty's tender palm.
He could feel the softness of her stomach pressing against him, a maddening barrier of silken skin. The scent of her shampoo, a sophisticated floral note, mixed with the steam and her own innate, intoxicating aroma, filled his senses completely.
But as Rias's small hand gripped tighter and tighter, he gradually sensed something was off.
The playful pressure began to shift, becoming a firm, almost warning squeeze that bordered on painful. The teasing light in her eyes hardened into a sharp, pointed gaze.
It wasn't until Rias said "I'll finish you off" with a teasing smile that Haruto completely understood.
Uncensored line: "If you don't behave, I'll squeeze this until you can't think straight."
Rias wasn't talking to little Haruto at all, she was clearly warning him.
"President... if you use your hand or somewhere else to handle it, it'll definitely settle down soon," Haruto boldly suggested.
His voice was a low, husky whisper, betraying the strain he was under. He let his gaze drift down from her face, over the magnificent swell of her breasts, imagining the feel of them, hot and tight around him.
"Wishful thinking."
Rias rolled her eyes at him, released her small hand, and turned on the shower to let warm water flow. "If it doesn't behave, I'll punish it until it's raw and sore. What's the point of a servant who can't control his own cock?"
Haruto knew Rias wouldn't actually kill him, but this showed her stance.
She didn't mind being naked with Haruto, but she wouldn't allow him to cross the line.
The water cascaded over her shoulders, streaming in rivulets down the deep valley of her back, tracing the perfect, plump globes of her ass. Haruto's mouth went dry, his entire body taut with a desperate, aching need.
Haruto took a step forward, pressing his hot, thick dragon against Rias's soft lower abdomen.
The intimate contact made her breath hitch, a tiny, almost imperceptible sound that was louder than any moan to Haruto's ears. He could feel the fine tremor that ran through her frame.
"President, as long as I don't go inside, it doesn't count as bullying."
He leaned in, his lips close to her ear, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of her neck. "Let me just feel you... just for a moment."
Rias shot him another glare. "Are you going to wash or not? If not, help scrub my back first."
Her command was sharp, but the blush that deepened across her chest betrayed her. She was not as unaffected as she pretended to be. The hard length of him pressed against her was a persistent, thrilling reminder of the desire simmering just beneath the surface.
Haruto smiled knowingly. Everything else could wait; the most important thing now was to take a bath.
Not only did he need to wash, but Little Haruto needed cleaning too.
After reaching this understanding, Rias and Haruto quickly finished cleaning themselves and moved on to the back-scrubbing phase.
Haruto often exchanged back scrubs with beautiful girls; the bathroom at home had long become a battlefield.
He was very skilled at arousing the other party's interest during back scrubs.
"President, let me scrub your back first."
"Hmm..."
Rias hesitated for a moment, then sat on the small stool with her back to Haruto. Her fair, smooth, beautiful back was partially visible beneath her vibrant red hair, incredibly alluring.
As she moved, he caught a glimpse of the side of her breast, full and heavy, and the thought of his hands sliding around from her back to cup their weight made his pulse hammer. He took the loofah, lathered it generously, and began to slowly, meticulously drag it across her shoulders.
She had only ever exchanged back scrubs with Akeno and Koneko before. If it were just simple scrubbing, it wouldn't be a problem...