"I was wondering when you would show up," Mia purred, her eyes raking over his towel-clad body.
Akira closed the door behind him, the click echoing in the quiet room.
The intense energy from the ritual with Ayaka still buzzed through him, mixing with the sight of Mia like fire meeting gasoline.
She looked ready to claim what she believed was hers, her crop top straining against her chest, those shorts hugging her hips in a way that made his pulse quicken.
"Mia, what are you doing here?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady even as desire spiked hard.
"Protecting my investment," she shot back, sitting up slowly. She nodded at his damp hair. "You were out there with the cheerleader and that silver-haired freak. I heard it all: the splashing, Rina's whining sobs. Did you forget what I told you before? I don't share my toys, Akira."
She slid off the bed, closing the gap between them in a few steps. Her hands grabbed the towel at his waist, tugging just enough to test it. "You belong to me now. When that bitch Sakura rejected you, I didn't. So, I get first dibs."
Akira could feel her warmth and her breath brushing against his skin. Her affinity level was really high… 78, the system told him in a quick alert, and he sensed her jealousy bubbling into something more intense.
"Mia, it's not like that," he said. "Ayaka was just... teaching me something. And Rina needed to talk. She's going through shit."
"Teaching you?" Mia laughed. "What, how to sneak around behind my back? As for RZina, I don't care about her sob story. Kenji dumped her ass, big deal. You're mine, Akira. Remember the gym? We almost went all the way then."
She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "I want that now. No almost."
Akira's hands found her waist, pulling her closer. "You think I'm yours? Just like that?"
"Oh, I know you are," she whispered, her fingers slipping under the towel. "Feel that? That's me owning you."
Their mouths crashed together in a deep, possessive kiss. Mia's tongue pushed in first, demanding, her hands yanking the towel free. It dropped to the floor as she pressed her body against his, her crop top rubbing against his bare chest.
Akira groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up her back, feeling the heat of her skin.
"See?" she murmured, breaking for air. "You want this as bad as I do."
"Yeah," he admitted in a rough voice. "But you're jealous as hell."
"Damn right I am." She shoved him back against the door, the wood cool on his skin. Her nails raked lightly down his chest, sending shivers through him. "That silver bitch thinks she can waltz in and take what's mine? No way."
Akira flipped them around, pinning her instead. "You're the one who started this, Mia. At the gym, grinding on me and trying to tease me."
"And you loved it," she shot back, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Admit it… you were rock hard the whole time."
"Guilty," he said, kissing her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. His hands tugged at her crop top, pulling it up and over her head. Her breasts spilled free, full and perfect, nipples already hard. He cupped one, thumb circling, making her gasp.
"Fuck, Akira," she moaned. "Don't stop. I need this."
He kissed lower, mouth closing over her nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder. Mia arched against him, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Yes... just like that. You're getting better at this."
"Better?" He looked up, smirking. "I've always been good."
"Prove it." She pushed him toward the bed, her hands fumbling with her shorts. They slid down her legs, revealing nothing underneath. "Get over here and fuck me like you mean it."
Akira followed, shedding his shorts as they went. The bed creaked under them as he pushed her back onto the mattress. Mia's got on all fours, spreading her legs and looking over her shoulder. "Come on," she urged. "I want to feel you inside me. Deep. Hard."
He positioned himself, the tip brushing her wetness. She was soaked, hot, ready. "You sure about this?" he teased, even though he knew.
"Shut up and do it," she demanded, hips lifting to meet him.
Just as he started to push in, the room suddenly went dark. It wasn't just a flicker; everything turned pitch black. The air turned cold and dense, and Akira's skin tingled with an uneasy feeling.
"What the fuck?" Mia gasped, her body tensing under him.
Akira froze, the system's alarm blaring in his head like a siren. Red text flashed across his vision:
[SYSTEM ALERT!!!]
[CRITICAL THREAT DETECTED]
[PORTAL INSTABILITY: DIMENSION GATE 7 (Oni-Demon Origin) OPENING!]
Ai's voice screamed in his mind: "Akira! That ritual with Ayaka fucked up the suppression field! You have to close the portal soon… like now! If that thing breaks through, there's no telling what a Grade Delta threat, high-level demon would do!"
"Mia, this isn't the electrics," Akira said, pulling back. "Something's wrong. Really wrong."
"What do you mean?" she asked, sitting up in the dark. Her voice shifted from lust to confusion. "Akira, why are you stopping? We were just getting to the good part."
[WARNING: LARGE-SCALE DEMONIC INCURSION IMMINENT. HOSTILE ENTITY SIZE: GRADE DELTA (HIGH THREAT)]
The room hummed with unnatural energy, a low rumble building like thunder inside the walls. Akira's new powers from Ayaka flared, sharpening his senses; he could feel the portal ripping open somewhere out there.
"Akira!" Mia grabbed his arm. "Talk to me. What's happening?"
"I... I have to go," he said. "There's danger. Real danger."
"Danger? What, like a burglar?" She laughed nervously. "Come on, get back here. I'm not done with you."
The system text pulsed brighter:
[CHOICE TRIGGER: CRITICAL THREAT RESPONSE]
[A: STAY WITH MIA] - Initiate H-Scene, Ignore threat. RISK: Catastrophic failure, immediate defeat. REWARD: +10 Affinity (Mia), +30 PP.
[B: INTERVENE] - Confront the portal. RISK: Physical confrontation with a Grade Delta threat. REWARD: +50 PP, Unlock [DEMON HUNTER] Title, -5 Affinity (Mia) for abandonment.