A faint smile formed on Damian's lips, and in an unexpected movement he rose from the sofa, gripping Marin's waist tightly.
"Kyaaah!" she squealed, completely surprised.
Her legs reacted on their own, wrapping around his torso as she clung to his neck.
Damian gave her no time to think further and moved down the hallway of the house, his hands pressed against her, one of them slowly sliding down to her buttocks.
The tight leather left nothing to the imagination under the pressure of his fingers, and he squeezed with such brazen control that Marin let out a muffled gasp of both embarrassment and pleasure.
"D-Damian-kun… wait!" she stammered, burying her face in his neck to hide the blush burning on her cheeks.
But he didn't stop. The futon awaited, and without any effort, he dropped her onto it.
Marin bounced slightly on the cushioned surface, and before she could straighten up, Damian was already on top of her, holding her in his arms.
He kissed her.
First tenderly, tasting her lips, exploring the sweetness of her breath.
"Mmm~~..."
She responded timidly at first, closing her eyes, but soon the warmth of that kiss transformed. Damian pressed her body harder against his, and the intensity rose.
His lips devoured her hungrily, the contact turned fierce, and his hands didn't stay still: one traced the curve of her waist up to her large breasts, squeezing them firmly through the fabric, kneading with a boldness that made her arch beneath his weight.
"M-Mmmm~❤️!"
Marin moaned softly against his mouth, her fingers clutching the fabric of his black sweatshirt as the heat in her body grew uncontrollably.
Everything in her vibrated between shame and arousal, until with a sudden effort she managed to pull her lips away from his.
"W-Wait, wait…!" she gasped, her face red and her chest rising and falling. "I-it can't be like this yet…"
Damian looked down at her, frowning, unable to understand why she stopped him at that exact point.
Trembling, Marin covered her mouth with the back of her hand and turned her gaze away before meeting his again with eyes shining with lust.
"First… first I have to be fully dressed up."
"..."
Damian's expression remained piercing, but after a few seconds he let out a sigh and pulled back just slightly, giving her space.
"…You have two minutes."
Marin's eyes widened with happiness and she grinned from ear to ear. "You'll see!"
With a quick movement, she slipped under his arm and darted toward the hallway. The little bell on her bracelet rang again as she disappeared, leaving behind a trail of nervous laughter.
"..."
Damian remained seated on the edge of the futon, exhaling calmly as he took off his sweatshirt. Once he did, he closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the sound of her hurried steps, and let the anticipation grow inside him.
Only a few minutes passed, but they seemed longer… Then she appeared.
Marin.
But she was no longer the improvised little devil from Shibuya.
Now, from head to toe, she embodied a Succubus. The tight black blouse with white frills accentuated her figure, her abdomen was temptingly bare, the puffed sleeves clung to her arms, and the black wings on her back decorated her.
The horns stood out against the color of her hair, the olive-green contact lenses gleamed with a hypnotic glow, and below she wore only a minimal garment, just underwear from which the tail ending in a heart-shaped tip sprouted, swaying with every step.
She approached slowly, biting her lower lip, and kneeled on the futon, climbing until she straddled him. Her hands, with nails painted black, rested on his chest.
"Well…?" she whispered, leaning in until her lips brushed the corner of his. "Ready for Liz?"
Damian looked her up and down, and the confident smile curved his lips again.
"Come."
He pulled her by the nape of her neck, erasing any distance.
The clash of their lips was immediate, and Damian devoured her with a deep kiss, forcing her to open her mouth as his tongue tangled with hers in a frantic rhythm that left her breathless.
"M-mmm~❤️" Marin moaned against his mouth, the sound vibrating between their tongues, while heat surged uncontrollably through her body in shuddering spasms.
Damian's other hand didn't stay still.
It slid unhurriedly down to her hip and from there descended straight to her ass, barely covered by the tiny black garment.
!
His palm sank into her bare skin with a firm squeeze, kneading one of her buttocks with force, making Marin let out a moan against his mouth.
The flesh gave way and molded under the pressure of his fingers, and with each caress he alternated between stroking, digging his fingers in, and slapping with a sharp smack that echoed in the room.
"Aahh—❤️❤️!" Marin moaned with a tremor that shook her whole body, bending over him but not breaking the kiss.
Her nails dug into his shoulders while Damian continued assaulting her mouth hungrily, nibbling on her lower lip before once again violating her with his tongue.
*Smack!*
"MMMhh❤️~~~!"
Another sharp slap against her buttock made Marin shudder, the sting mixing with the pleasure, and her gasps grew shorter and more desperate.
And Damian didn't stop, each squeeze was more intense than the last, each slap drew an excited cry from Marin that vibrated in her throat, each kiss was more possessive. Her bare skin burned under the caresses and his large possessive hands that claimed her as his own.
"Mmmhh~~ D-Damian… ❤️!" her voice broke between pleasure and anxiety, her legs trembled around his waist, but even so she clung to him tighter, as if she wanted to melt into his body.
But again, Marin pulled away from the kiss with a loud gasp, her lips wet and reddened, her pupils shining with desire. The air entering her lungs felt like a living fire, and yet she smiled mischievously, licking her lips as if wanting to taste him more.
"Wait…" she murmured in a hoarse voice, while her fingers slid down his chest. "I… have to play my role…."
Damian raised an eyebrow, but he didn't stop her.
!
Marin tilted her head and stuck out her tongue, slowly tracing the path from his collarbone downward. The wet heat of her tongue left a shining trail on his skin, sliding down his well-shaped chest, stopping at his defined abs only to trace each line with devotion.
Each lick was slow and provocative, accompanied by small moans that echoed in the silent room.
When she reached his waist, she quickly undid the button of his dark jeans with her hands, pulling down the zipper in a rough motion. She pushed the pants down with both hands until they rested at mid-thigh, and her eyes widened with joy at discovering the red fabric of the boxer shorts covering him.
The prominent bulge was marked so clearly that Marin stifled a moan just from seeing it. Her tongue instinctively peeked out between her lips, which immediately grew moist.
"God~~❤️…" she whispered as she leaned closer, pressing her face against that volume. The contrast between the fabric and the slight hardness hidden beneath it made her tremble.
She pressed her cheek and her mouth against the red boxer shorts, sliding her face from side to side as if wanting to memorize it by touch. Then she inhaled deeply, with an audibly obscene sound, filling her lungs with the intense masculine scent that emanated from him.
"~❤️Haaahhh❤️~❤️!" she exhaled with a trembling sigh, and right after opened her mouth, brushing her lips against the tense fabric while looking up at him from below, her eyes shining with excitement and her tongue peeking out in a shamelessly lascivious gesture.
"..."
Damian watched her, his breathing already heavier and the confident smile marked on his lips. One of his hands returned to her red hair and held her firmly, pressing her a little more against him.
And Marin didn't move away from the bulge, rubbing her wet lips against the fabric while moans mixed with the heat of her breath.
The black tail of her costume swayed behind her in a restless motion, betraying her arousal, while her hands clung to the edge of Damian's thighs.
"Nhhnn…~❤️" she murmured, kissing the tense surface, leaving small trails of saliva that dampened the fabric.
With the smile still marked on his lips, Damian slid his fingers through her strands and calmly pushed her forward, forcing her to rub her face even harder against him.
!
Marin moaned, surprised by the pressure, but instead of resisting, she clung tighter to his legs, brushing her nose and mouth against the hard outline that the fabric barely managed to contain.
Between broken gasps, the succubus dared to tug a little at the boxer shorts, stretching them as if asking for permission.
"Do it," murmured Damian, charged with authority.
That simple command made Marin swallow hard, and with both hands, she pulled the boxer shorts down in one decisive motion.
Upon releasing the beast, Damian's member sprang out violently, still not fully erect, but already so colossal that its own weight made it swing and smack straight against Marin's face.
*Pa*
"Kyahhh!" she squealed in surprise, her eyes opening wide. The wet impact on her skin made her laugh nervously, but the blush on her face betrayed the arousal overtaking her.
Still hanging, semi-erect, that monster was bigger than her own head. The dark shadow stretched out before her face, its girth intimidating, and the heat radiating from it warmed her skin as if it were fire.
"It was missed…❤️" she licked her lips instinctively, her heart pounding like crazy.
….
The air in the futon still held an ambiguous warmth, mixed with a faint aroma that barely floated in the room.
Carefully, Damian moved Marin away from his chest. She was exhausted, covered in sweat, with her eyelids closed as if pretending to sleep.
He gently laid her on her side and covered her with a sheet, trying not to break her slumber.
But as soon as she lost the warmth of his embrace, Marin half-opened her eyes, caught between dreams and confusion. Her still-damp hair clung to her sweat-shining neck, and her large eyes looked at him through a moist veil.
With a slow movement, she stretched out her arm and wrapped it once more around Damian's neck, pulling him toward her.
Her lips curved slightly, and as she leaned closer to his ear, she let out a warm breath loaded with insinuation.
"Is it… that we're not going to do it again?"
"..."
Damian looked at her, then stole a brief kiss from her lips, still wet.
"No." He refused in a hoarse tone. "I have to go to Shibuya."
"Eh?"
Marin stared at him in astonishment, and her gaze followed his, stopping at the clock.
22:10.
The hazy glow in her eyes faded instantly, replaced by a memory: the alley… Shibuya… the cross-shaped portal… the katana… Everything returned at once, and with it, the awareness that her boyfriend wasn't just a fantasy "superhero," but someone who perhaps had a real mission.
Damian gently took her wrist and removed her slender arms from his neck. Then he stood up.
Around the tatami, their clothes lay scattered.
Bending down, he picked up his jeans and hoodie.
Dressing quickly, the simple clothes instantly erased the image of the perfect lover, restoring his usual appearance.
"Mmmm~..."
Marin slowly sat up on the futon, supporting herself with her arms.
The blanket slid down to her waist, leaving much of her enormous breasts exposed, rising firm under the warm light of the interior.
It was so natural for her that she showed not the slightest concern for how exposed she was; on the contrary, her nudity radiated a carefree confidence that made her figure even more hypnotic.
Her eyes followed every movement of Damian as he finished getting dressed and walked toward the empty wall of the room.
Suddenly, without him speaking a word, the space tore open.
The wall opened, revealing a cross-shaped rift.
Its edges crackled with bluish sparks, while inside unfolded that dark, multicolored void… The portal to Shibuya was open again.
"Damian-kun!" Her voice rang with nerves, but even more with pure excitement and trust.
She clenched her small fist and shook it toward him, a gesture that made her breasts jiggle, while her lips curved into a smile full of faith in him.
"Go! Give those bad guys a beating!"
Damian stopped for a moment.
He turned his head toward her, and the light of the room illuminated one side of his face. The white fringe fell over his forehead, and on his lips appeared a warm smile that, for a moment, took her breath away.
"Yes," he answered with a clear and firm voice. "Wait for me to come back."
And without further hesitation, he lifted his foot and crossed the rift. In the blink of an eye, his figure was swallowed by the portal.
!
With a brief vibration in the air, in a matter of seconds the rift closed as if someone had erased a chalk line.
The electric blue glow faded, and the wall of the room returned to its original appearance, as if nothing had happened.
Only a faint strange smell remained.
"..."
On the futon, Marin remained sitting in silence.
The blush still colored her cheeks, and the exhaustion after sex made her body feel loose, weak. But in contrast, her large green eyes still shone intensely, lit up by a mix of excitement, pride and, hidden among it all, a trace of worry that was hard to disguise.
She lowered her gaze to herself: her naked body was still exposed under the light, but she didn't seem to care.
Her breathing steadied, and suddenly she let out a loud "Haaah!" to cheer herself on.
Quickly and carefully, she got up from the futon and, with fast barefoot steps, ran to the kitchen.
She didn't care in the least that she was completely naked.
Her goal was the refrigerator.
She opened the door, and a puff of cold air brushed her face, making her shoulders shrink a little. Even so, her enthusiasm didn't diminish in the slightest.
"He'll definitely be hungry when he comes back from the battle!" she murmured with determination, clenching a small fist as she smiled with anticipation in front of the refrigerator full of ingredients bought over the weekend.
"What should I make? Ramen? Curry? Or maybe gyozas?!" she wondered, tilting her head as she thought about it. The little devil horns she still wore on her head shook slightly with the gesture.
….
In the heart of Shibuya, the Halloween festival had turned into a true hell.
Sirens wailed without pause, mixing with screams of panic and cries.
Buildings collapsed one after another with thunderous crashes, raising columns of dust that blackened the sky. The air was heavy with a suffocating smell of smoke, blood, and that oppressive density left only by the strongest curses.
In the midst of that chaos, on a relatively clear ground covered with scorched earth, lay what remained of a monster.
A pool of immense flesh writhed among embers, smoking as it carbonized. Tentacle-like shapes could still vaguely be distinguished: they were the remains of the special grade cursed spirit just exorcised.
Dagon.
In front of that ruined mass, a silhouette crouched.
His body was short and stocky. From the top of his head protruded what looked like a miniature volcanic crater, and on his face there weren't two eyes, but a single enormous eyeball, cold and inhuman, staring without emotion at the remains of his companion.
Jogo.
He extended his hand and tore off a piece of Dagon's charred flesh.
The burning chunk went out in his palm: its color drained until it was black, brittle, and crumbled into ashes that slipped between his fingers.
"So you're dead, Dagon…" His voice sounded like rough stones rubbing together, harsh, without a trace of feeling.
It wasn't a lament; it was the dry acknowledgment of a fact.
"I'll take care of the rest."
He stood up, brushing off what was left of ashes in his hand with disdain, and the wind scattered them like useless dust.
"Our souls," he then said, raising his voice, the gigantic eye turning toward the three figures who silently accompanied him, "don't need to depend on humans to reincarnate."
"In a hundred years, we will meet again."
The words had barely faded in the air when the enormous eye suddenly swiveled to the side.
His icy gaze fixed on the figure of a blond man among the three.
Nanami Kento!
Bloodlust!
A crushing murderous pressure erupted from Jogo like an explosion. It wasn't just hostility: it was pure instinct that crushed the lungs, burned the skin, and seemed to set fire to the soul itself.
!
And from the spot where he stood, the scorched earth beneath his feet began to crack and melt like wax under a blowtorch.
Then Nanami's pupils contracted sharply. He barely managed to deploy his technique when he felt a small, firm palm pressed directly against his abdomen.
"First."
The frozen word did not sound like a human voice, but like the murmur of DEATH itself.
BOOOOM
The explosion gave no time for anything.
It was as if a repressed volcano had erupted inside his belly.
An indescribable heat, accompanied by a shockwave, burst forth from that hand.
Nanami, along with all the space he occupied, was instantly swallowed by scarlet flames so fierce they seemed like compressed magma.
He didn't even have the chance to scream. In the place he had stood, only a carbonized ground remained.
"Nana—!!!"
Maki Zen'in, at his side, barely managed to shout his name when… Jogo was already there.
0.1 seconds.
His silhouette appeared beside her, and with the same palm that had reduced Nanami to ashes, he casually placed it on Maki's shoulder.
!
At the exact point of contact, a compressed sphere of pure lava was born that simply expanded at once.
BOOM
More ferocious and more explosive. A column of fire shot toward the sky, dragging Maki and the ground beneath her feet.
The flames twisted like a tornado of magma, completely enveloping the woman's figure until it carbonized and erased her into nothingness.
The last one standing was the old man with white hair, missing his right arm: Naobito Zen'in.
His experience allowed him to react quickly. Just as Jogo fixed his gaze on Nanami, his lean body propelled forward with impressive speed, seeking to flank him and position himself at his back.
!
But the moment his feet touched the ground, his pupils contracted brutally.
There, behind him, two small volcanoes had appeared. Their craters pointed directly at him, overflowing with viscous magma.
"Hoooh!" he barely managed to let out when the next instant it devoured everything.
BOOM BOOM
Two streams of lava burst violently from the craters, crossing with precision, sealing off every angle of escape.
A suffocating heat swept the area and Naobito's figure was engulfed in a matter of seconds, buried in the infernal current of magma, without leaving a trace of resistance.
The ground split open, melting into bubbling rivers of liquid fire, while shockwaves set the air ablaze.
The smell of burned flesh filled every corner.
"..."
Jogo remained in the same place, motionless, without giving it the slightest importance. He didn't even glance at the three areas where the magma boiled.
His enormous eye held the same absolute coldness.
"The third."
His cold voice echoed once again.
At last, he slowly swept his gaze over the three points that had been obliterated, confirming the total annihilation of the sorcerers.
Zmmm~~
Suddenly, a new aura appeared.
And it was not like the previous ones. It was a cursed pressure so evil and heavy that it was suffocating, a surge of pure malevolence that spread like a tsunami, shaking the entire place.
Jogo's enormous eye opened wide. In the depths of his pupil, for the first time, shone an emotion that could only be described as astonishment.
"...Sukuna…."
Without a second's hesitation, his body turned into a streak, shooting toward the source of that terrifying energy.
Disappearing from the disaster.
Shiiiii—
The space, right beside the crater where Naobito had been swallowed by the lava, split open as if it had a zipper.
A blue rift opened in the void, its edges crackling with familiar electric arcs, and inside spun a dark vortex that seemed to swallow all the light around it.
PLAF PLAF PLAF
Three bodies were violently expelled from that opening, crashing against the scorched ground. There was no longer any trace of flowing lava, but the earth still burned like a furnace.
Nanami Kento. Maki Zen'in. Naobito Zen'in.
The three landed in disastrous fashion, rolling, their faces still twisted by the terror of the instant when they had felt death upon them.
Their breathing was ragged and their movements clumsy, as if their bodies had yet to fully accept what had just happened.
Astonished, they looked at their own hands, their arms, their legs… they expected to see them charred…
But no.
Aside from the wounds and exhaustion from the fight against Dagon, there wasn't a single trace of burns, no scorched skin… not even a hint of lethal damage!
What the hell was going on?
Plak
A foot emerged from the rift, crushing the ground. It was a foot wearing Air Jordan 1s, in their classic red, black, and white design.
A second later, the full silhouette stepped out of the distortion.
Damian.
He wore the same black hoodie and dark jeans. His short, messy white hair swayed lightly under the scorching wind that blew through the place.
His face was expressionless, as if nothing happening around him carried any weight.
His gaze swept without emotion over the three still lying on the ground, stunned and gasping. And then he spoke.
"Are you okay?"
His voice sounded calm, unhurried, but with a distant undertone.
!
Nanami was the first to react.
Although terror still coursed through his veins and caution kept him rigid, he suppressed both sensations. He stood up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the stranger who had just stepped out of a rift in the air.
"Are you…?" he managed to ask.
"Kyaaa~~!"
Maki's sudden scream cut him off. She pointed at Damian with her finger, her eyes wide open, and shouted without thinking:
"Nanami-senpai! Don't you recognize him?! It's NERO!"
The astonishment on her face turned into an absurd emotion, the mix of disbelief and excitement of someone who comes face to face with their idol.
That man, the very one who had just stepped out of a dimensional rift and rescued them from certain death, was the face that appeared on television, on billboards, in magazines… The new idol of Japan, the sensation of the generation:
Nero.
"..."
Nanami froze. Beside him, Naobito, who was struggling to stand despite his injuries, also looked at him in disbelief.
Their voices overlapped with the same bewildered question:
"A… celebrity?"
Their gazes met, reflecting the same perplexity.
The world they had lived in, ruled by curses and traditions, had just cracked with something that had no logical explanation.
How was it possible that someone capable of opening portals in the air and saving them from an eruption of magma… was a pop idol?
Damian, however, didn't pay them the slightest attention.
He turned his head, looking toward the distance, where a monstrous cursed pressure had just exploded. It was the same point Jogo had rushed toward eagerly seconds before.
The density of that energy was crushing, as if an entire mountain hung over their heads. And far from intimidating him, the corner of Damian's lips curved into a smile of excitement.
"Heh… So it's finally begun?"