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The warm flicker of television light danced across the cluttered walls of Azazel's personal office—if it could even be called that anymore.
Half-finished projects, ancient manuscripts, sacred gear fragments, and empty coffee cans littered every surface like an archaeological dig site of a mad scientist.
Considering that he was a mad scientist, it pretty much fit the stereotype.
A single enchanted flatscreen floated mid-air in front of the former Governor General of the Fallen Angels.
Azazel reclined comfortably in his oversized, leather-bound chair, one foot propped lazily on the edge of a nearby workbench. A toothpick danced between his lips, tapping from side to side in rhythm with the broadcast. His golden eyes were fixed on the screen—amused, alert, and more than a little impressed.
"—and with that, the official count has been confirmed," the reporter declared from the screen, his voice buzzing slightly with magical amplification. "Sixteen members of Lord Furcas's peerage, all eliminated in under twenty minutes. It is, without exaggeration, the most decisive solo victory in Rating Game history—"
Azazel let out a low whistle, eyes crinkling with something between pride and exasperation. "Still showing off, huh? Some things never change."
The image shifted—replaying that final moment. Naruto standing, the sole member of the opposite team who survived, Yukino was her name, cradled in his arms, the crowd howling his name with the force of a typhoon as he walked away.
It was every bit cool as it was romantic.
Azazel chuckled quietly. He could already bet that more than half the Underworld's women just fell in love right there and then from that sight.
He leaned forward slightly, picking up a nearby controller and flipping through several surveillance feeds patched directly into the Underworld's public networks—screens from noble estates, taverns, even a few academy common rooms. Every single one was playing the same broadcast.
Naruto Phenex.
The name was being shouted from rooftops.
Azazel's gaze softened faintly, glad that his once upon a time enemy turned old friend was back for good.
He then turned the volume down with a flick of his fingers and reached for his phone, swiping it open with a casual flick of his thumb. His contact list was long—filled with both current and former allies, enemies, and every gray shade in between. But his finger hovered over only one name for half a second before tapping it.
Phenex, Naruto.
The poor bastard would be shocked to hear his voice, understandably so since they still haven't met since he returned and hadn't exchanged contacts.
But Azazel, being who he was, had his connections and managed to obtain the phone number, though admittedly, it wasn't easy.
The call rang twice before being picked up.
"…Hello, who is this?"
The voice on the other end was calm, quiet—but unmistakably familiar.
Azazel's grin widened.
"Well now. You seem to have forgotten about little old me."
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it was fifteen minutes later, that the phone screen dimmed in Naruto's hand, the faint click of the call ending lingering in the quiet of the Kyoto estate. For a moment, he just stood there, eyes on the blank display, Azazel's voice echoing distantly in his mind.
"Still sounds the same," Naruto murmured with a hint of amusement.
It had been so long since he'd heard the lazy, sardonic cadence of the Fallen's voice—
Perhaps he should pay the mad scientist a visit at the earliest chance. Hanging out with Azazel was always fun. And he could use some of that with male company rather than the female company he'd been surrounded in recently.
Which speaking of…
He exhaled, slipping the phone into his coat pocket and adjusting the cuffs of his tailored shirt. Dark, sleek, clean-cut. Perfect for tonight's outing with Serafall.
But still—how the hell did he get my number?
Naruto shook his head, but the smile stayed on his lips.
He didn't have much time to dwell on the strange reunion before he heard it—his name, called softly, warmly, from behind.
"...Naruto?"
He turned.
And froze.
Yasaka stood there, freshly out of the bath, her golden hair tumbling down in rich waves that clung to her back and shoulders, still damp with steam.
Tiny, black shorts clung to her obscenely wide hips like a second skin, the hem barely covering the curve of her ass. The fabric hugged every sinful inch of her lower body—jiggling, plush, fat, and soft beyond reason.
Her ass was the kind of thing that defied logic: two massive, wobbling globes that looked like they could crush a man's skull with a single bounce. Custom-made or not, even these shorts fought a losing battle to contain her thickness.
Yasaka's tank top wasn't faring any better—white, thin, and tight enough to leave little to the imagination. Her massive, heavy breasts were barely contained beneath it, the vast valley of her cleavage on full display, and each subtle breath caused the fabric to rise and fall dramatically with the motion of those heavenly orbs.
A pout clung to her soft lips, her cheeks puffed slightly, and her amber eyes narrowed with visible disapproval as she looked him up and down—already dressed in his neat, dark attire for the outing he was expected to attend.
With Serafall.
Yasaka crossed her arms slowly beneath her massive breasts, which squished upward with the motion, barely contained by the tank's stretch. "You're really going out."
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "We talked about this, didn't we?"
Yasaka stepped forward slowly, each step a hypnotic sway of her hips, her thick thighs rubbing faintly with a soft shff-shff beneath the shorts. "You can cancel. Just reschedule with her. Say something came up. A diplomatic matter. Not feeling well, Something, anything."
His expression softened, but he didn't move. "Yasaka…"
She closed the distance until her chest was nearly brushing his, looking up at him beneath her lashes. "She'll understand," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "Just make time for her later."
"Yasa…"
But then she was even closer.
Naruto could smell it—the shift in her scent, subtle but unmistakable. His nostrils flared faintly as the heat rising from her body deepened, sweetened. That musky-sweet tinge, soft like foxglove and rich with something primal.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
She was in heat.
To be more accurate, she was entering the heat cycle.
Yasaka tilted her head, smile curling as she leaned in close and sniffed him, slowly, indulgently, dragging her nose from his collar up toward his neck. Her lips brushed his skin as she breathed him in, and when she pulled back, she frowned.
"You already smell like her," she murmured darkly.
Naruto blinked before he laughed lightly, amused. "I haven't even seen her yet."
"It's in your aura," she whispered, almost accusingly. "You're thinking about her already. That's enough."
She leaned up, pressing her soft, glossy lips against his jawline in a teasing ghost of a kiss. "Guess I'll have to fix that."
He chuckled, the sound low in his chest. "You're being possessive."
"I'm in heat," she said, voice sultry, her lips grazing his ear. "And my man's about to go out with another woman. What do you think?"
Amusingly enough to the former hokage, his smoking hot bombshell of a wife began rubbing her face and hair and body all over himself, marking him in her scent and doing so in a very thorough and vigorous manner.
One would think that it was because she was in heat, but that wasn't quite right.
After all, while Yasaka was accepting of the fact that he would have a harem, it didn't exactly mean that she was happy with it.
As such, establishing that she was the alpha wife and was on top of the food chain through marking him with her scent was something she would regularly do.
It just so happened that being in heat made her even more aggressive with the act than usual.
Said act of rubbing herself like a cat all over him lasted for nearly a minute before she finally stopped much to the amused Naruto.
He quirked a smile. "Done?"
"Mhmm." She nodded before she leaned in for a kiss.
He met her halfway.
Their lips collided in a slow, heated tangle, tongues brushing as his arms wrapped around her waist. Her breath hitched, then deepened, her fingers rising to cradle the back of his head, pulling him deeper.
Naruto groaned into her mouth. The taste of her, the warmth, the softness—it hit him like a wave. Her curves melted against him, pillowy and lush, her heavy chest pressing to his own with each breath. Her breasts flattened slightly against him, nipples hard beneath the fabric, dragging faint trails of pleasure as they moved.
And then he moved.
Still kissing her, he grasped her hips and spun her around, slowly but firmly—until her back was flush against his chest, her arms lifted slightly in surprise, and their lips still locked in wet, desperate need. Her thick ass pressed against him, heavy and impossibly soft, the motion of the spin making the cheeks jiggle and clap faintly as they settled against his groin.
Yasaka moaned into his mouth.
She leaned her head back, breath hot and ragged, her eyes dazed. "Again," she whispered, sultry and commanding, laying the back of her head on his shoulder. Her gaze was half-lidded, her voice soft and seductive. "Kiss me again, Naruto."
He obeyed.
This one was filthier.
His lips crashed to hers, tongue plunging past parted lips, one hand gripping her waist while the other slid upward to grope one tit—fingers curling, kneading, savoring. Her body writhed, moaning into him, her hips grinding back with hypnotic rolls that had his cock straining against his pants.
Her ass worked him like a vice made of velvet—soft, jiggly heaven flexing between them. Even clothed, it was enough to drive him mad. Naruto gritted his teeth, a low growl rising in his throat as he let his hand slide down and grab one cheek—squeezing, lifting, massaging.
She gasped, arching, shuddering.
And then he started kissing her neck.
Soft. Slow. Wet.
Yasaka whimpered as he latched onto her throat, sucking hard, leaving a dark, blooming hickey just below her jaw. Another followed near her collarbone. Another just above her shoulder.
"H-Hickeys?" she breathed, shivering. "M-Marking me?"
"Returning the favor," he murmured between kisses, leaving another mark just below her ear, then another lower on her collarbone. Her body squirmed in his grasp, but she never pulled away—instead, she leaned further into him, bending slightly to press her ass even tighter into his growing arousal.
"Y-Yasaka," he growled, breath catching as she rotated her hips.
"Mhmm…"
Her hips rolled in slow, circular motions, grinding her thick rear back and forth, the softness of her cheeks enveloping him, stroking through the thin fabric of their clothes. Her hands reached back, sliding along his thighs as she moved, gasping as she felt the shape of him against her.
Naruto groaned, fingers gripping her hips tighter. "You're—"
"I want you," she moaned, arching her back, her ass bouncing with each sway, cheeks jiggling obscenely against him. "Every part of you. Right now, tomorrow… but especially when my cycle starts."
He blinked confusion, unsure of where this was going..
As though sensing his confusion, Yasaka smiled, eyes lidded. "When I'm ready—when my heat fully kicks in—I want you to put a baby in me."
…
…
Not exactly the best thing to hear as of this moment considering it would be half an hour later when he'd have to be out on his date with Serafall.
Naruto, who was utterly shocked, couldn't even formulate words.
But that didn't matter to Yasaka, because she knew exactly what she did by uttering those words at this specific time.
Even if Serafall was somehow nose-blind and couldn't smell her scent on her mate and husband, she certainly would notice that Naruto was not fully present due to the timing of her (Yasaka) words.
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It was around twenty minutes later that Naruto teleported to the estate of his date and one of his closest friends.
The Sitri estate welcomed him like a dream remembered—elegant, quiet, and warm..
He stood before the great double doors, dressed in fitted black slacks and a navy-blue coat trimmed in silver. Formal, but with a casual air—fitting for someone returning not just as Lord Phenex, but as someone loved. And not just by Serafall.
By her family who he was close with.
The doors opened.
And there they were.
"Naruto?" Eileen's voice was a bell, warm and silver-smooth, the kind of voice that wrapped itself around your heart and stayed there.
She moved first. Always did.
Eileen Sitri glided toward him in robes of white and silver, her long, violet-tinted raven hair falling past her waist. Her beauty was timeless, soft yet commanding, with high cheekbones and gentle violet eyes. Her figure was mature and voluptuous, striking in a way that clearly explained where Serafall got her looks—though where Serafall was raw and bold, Eileen was polished elegance.
But her arms were real. Her smile was real.
And they wrapped around him with a mother's love.
"I still remember the first time you came here," she whispered, clutching him close. "It's so good to see you again."
Naruto laughed softly against her shoulder. "It's good to see you again lady Sitri."
Then came the larger shadow as the lady of the Sitri clan stepped away from the hug.
Golius Sitri was still built like a silver-haired general, his broad shoulders wrapped in a flowing deep blue overcoat with a wide silver sash. His square jaw and hawk-like nose made him look severe, but the moment he saw Naruto, the man's weathered face broke into a broad, fatherly grin.
"Brat," Golius said, striding forward. "You look even dumber than before."
Naruto laughed as the man pulled him into a firm, crushing hug.
"I'd say you've gotten weaker, old man," Naruto joked, "but I'd be lying. You still squeeze like a golem."
"And you still need a lesson in manners.," Golius grinned, clapping him on the back hard enough to make Naruto stagger. Then he held him at arm's length. "Look at you. Grown, powerful, and still managing to look like a brat."
Naruto chuckled, and for a long moment, they just looked at each other. There was more there than just fondness—Naruto had looked up to Golius like a second father once. And in return, Golius had treated him like a son.
It wasn't just Lord Golius.
Lady Eileen was every bit the second mother to him, as lady Venelana was.
And it was good to see them again.
"You know," the older man continued, "Serafall's been carrying a torch for you for more years than she'd admit. I always hoped you'd come back. That maybe she wouldn't have to keep loving a ghost."
Naruto's smile faltered for a heartbeat. But then Golius placed a large hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
"I'm glad she doesn't have to anymore," he said, voice low and proud. "If anyone's going to have my daughter's heart, I'd prefer it be someone I already trusted with my own."
It hit harder than Naruto expected. A warmth bloomed in his chest, and he looked away for a moment, exhaling slowly.
"Thank you… Golius," he said, quietly.
Eileen stepped forward, raising her hands before she tenderly gripped his own while offering that kind, motherly smile that he always loved to see. "Come inside, it's been a long time since you came."
Naruto grinned. "How can I say no?"
They guided him inside through the glowing marble halls, toward the sitting room surrounded by transparent panels that opened to a starlit view of the estate's central lake. They passed photos on the walls—paintings of Serafall as a child, of her academy days, and even a framed sketch of Naruto himself as a younger boy grinning proudly beside a much shorter Serafall holding up a stick like a magic wand.
"She kept that," he murmured.
"Of course she did," Eileen said, motioning for him to sit. "She adored you even then. Though someone was too dense to see it." She teased, giggling as his cheeks turned slightly pink.
They settled into soft crescent-shaped couches arranged in a simple yet designed fashioned, and Naruto let himself relax. Tea appeared on a tray—his favorite, honey-brewed chamomile, a detail not lost on him.
"So…" Golius said, hands clasped. "How's life as a clan head."
Naruto sighed tiredly at the subject, causing both of them to laugh immediately as they could relate to his exhaustion. "The paperwork is annoying."
"And apart from that, how's everything else? Have you found a lady Phenex yet?" Eileen chimed in, eyes twinkling as she leaned forward.
"Still looking." The blonde answered before scratching his cheek. "Though admittedly, its on the lower end of the list of priorities."
The trio then continued talking, ranging anywhere from politics, to happy memories, to day to day stuff.
So into the conversation, Naruto didn't even realise that a full fifteen minutes had passed as he enjoyed his time with the lord and lady of the house.
Then—
"Sorry I'm late!!"
The voice came before the figure, melodic and breathless.
Serafall appeared in a whirl of magical pink mist at the far entrance, heels clicking softly as she strode in hurriedly—and Naruto stood instinctively, stunned for a beat longer than he meant to be.
She was... breathtaking.
Her outfit was deceptively simple: a slim, off-shoulder midnight-blue dress that clung to her figure like it had been sewn in place. The neckline dipped tastefully, revealing just enough cleavage to quicken the pulse without screaming desperation. A thigh-high slit on the left side revealed smooth, alabaster skin, and her long legs were accentuated by delicate sapphire heels.
But it was her that stole his breath.
Her face was radiant—sharp yet soft, a sculpted chin, high cheekbones flushed with natural pink, and large expressive eyes framed by thick, dark lashes. Her lips were painted a muted plum gloss, not gaudy, just full and kissable. Her long black hair, normally tied into twin tails, instead flowed in shimmering waves past her hips.
And her body…
Her hips were wide, swaying with every hurried step, the slit of her dress parting slightly with the bounce of each stride. Her ass—round, lifted, and prominent—bounced subtly beneath the velvet fabric with hypnotic weight, and her breasts, massive and proud, were clearly straining against the bodice with every breath she took.
She looked…hot.
Naruto blinked once.
Then again.
"D-Don't stare like that," Serafall huffed, blushing but smiling brightly as she approached.
"Sorry." He quickly apologized, staring down and internally cringing in embarrassment that this happened before her parents.
Said parents were actually happy at what they witnessed, with the father sending his daughter a proud thumbs up while Eileen nodded and smiled in approval.
Normally, the two of them were highly protective of their daughters, but considering it was Naruto who they viewed as the son they never had… to say they were supportive was putting it lightly.
"Fashionably late," Serafall said, spinning once playfully and making the hem of her dress twirl high enough to tease a glimpse of lacey thigh-highs. "But worth the wait, right?"
Naruto laughed as he looked back up. "Definitely."
Golius stood, hugging his daughter gently but firmly. "Behave. Don't cause the brat any unneeded trouble,"
"Never," Serafall winked, causing Golius to stare hard at his daughter before he laughed out loud.
It was quite clear where Serafall got her exuberant personality from, though many would have thought otherwise considering Golius's face and stature was more intimidating than friendly.
Eileen took her hand for a moment, straightened her neckline slightly, and whispered something only Serafall could hear. Whatever it was made her blush deeper and nod once.
Then her eyes turned to Naruto, and it held an interesting gleam inside.
Oh…
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At the same time, elsewhere, a different man walked through a set of halls.
The halls of the Great King's estate, which were colder than he remembered.
Diehauser Belial's footsteps echoed in rhythm with the chill that seemed to seep from the stone itself—ancient, worn, and bearing the invisible weight of centuries of bloodless oppression. Ornate stained-glass windows filtered in muted light, the colored rays landing lifeless on marble tiles that stretched out like a battlefield paved in silence.
He walked alone.
His black cloak dragged faintly behind him, the long fur-lined collar brushing against his neck with every slow, deliberate step. There was no one in the corridor to greet him. No guards. No servants. No announcers. Just empty space—manufactured to remind him exactly who had the power here.
It didn't faze him.
Not anymore.
He'd walked into worse.
Though the person he was meeting certainly deserved the title of worst.
At the end of the corridor loomed the tall doors of the Bael High Council Chamber—an opulent mockery of authority carved in obsidian and silver. Diehauser paused before them, eyes narrowing slightly. He didn't knock.
He didn't need to.
They opened on their own, as if the building itself acknowledged his presence with reluctant deference.
Inside, the air was somehow colder still.
Lord Bael sat alone on the raised dais. Regal. Composed. Arrogance carved into every inch of his posture. Draped in violet and gold, the Great King regarded him as if he were a chess piece finally put back into play after being lost for too long.
"Diehauser," Bael greeted. "You've kept me waiting."
Diehauser did not bow. He'd rather die than do so.
"I came when summoned," he said flatly.
Bael smiled thinly. "Did you? Or were you simply curious about what I might have over you this time?"
Diehauser's face remained unreadable. "You've never summoned me without an angle. I assumed it was business. Should I leave if all you're intent on doing is wasting my time?"
The faintest quirk of Bael's mouth betrayed amusement. "Always so defensive. Sit."
Diehauser walked forward with slow grace and remained standing.
Lord Bael didn't insist.
Considering the sheer disdain and hate that they held for one another, it was natural that neither would be so hospitable or kind to the other.
Any words or offers of kindness were just empty platitudes, offered for the sake of keeping up appearances and nothing more.
There was a beat of silence. The kind that carried the weight of a storm just beyond the horizon.
"You've seen what he's done, then," Bael began, tone measured. "Naruto Phenex."
"I have."
"And?"
"I was impressed," Diehauser replied simply.
Bael's fingers tapped once on the armrest of his throne. "Impressed," he echoed, dryly. "You who are the pinnacle of Rating Games. The undefeated Emperor. That's what you think? Nothing else?"
Diehauser's eyes remained locked on Bael's. "I'm impressed that he fought sixteen alone and offered to spare them, he's demonstrated restraint and only killed when he had to do. So yes… I'm impressed. By his abilities and his character and ability to restrain himself."
Bael leaned forward. "That restraint is precisely the problem. The people adore him for it."
"And you're afraid," Diehauser said quietly.
There was no reaction. Just the stillness of a man who had heard truths before and never allowed them to take root.
"He'll undo everything," Bael said calmly. "The structure. The hierarchy. The foundation our society rests upon. If he was allowed to."
Diehauser's smile was thin and humorless. "Good."
Bael's eyes darkened.
There it was—the bare tension, surfacing like a fin above still water.
"I'm not here to argue philosophy," Bael said. "I've tolerated your disobedience long enough. But this... this situation requires precision, it requires someone far more capable than Lord Furcas."
Diehauser folded his arms, the black fabric creasing silently. "You want me to oppose Lord Phenex." It wasn't a question so much as it was a statement.
"You're the Emperor of Rating Games. Your record is legendary. Your reputation still commands loyalty. If you were to participate against him, soon, not necessarily in in the next high-profile match, you could very well win if given the chance to analyze everything there is about him."
Lord Bael then smiled coldly. "Much as I am loathe to admit it, Naruto Phenex is a foe beyond the usual, someone who requires extraordinary abilities to defeat. And while you are definitely unable to beat him in single combat, you do have the potential to defeat him with your peerage when he's all alone."
Diehauser scoffed. "And why would I challenge him? I wholly support his cause. You think I care about you or your philosophies about how the underworld should function?"
"I think," Bael said, standing slowly from his throne, "that you care about your family."
That froze Diehauser.
"What did you say?" The words were uttered slowly, quietly.
But that didn't make them any less frightening.
Had he been a lesser devil, Lord Bael would have been intimidated. But he was the leader to the clan that ruled the underworld. He was its king.
Being frightened was nothing short of insulting.
Bael stepped down from the dais with the grace of a man used to walking over the reputations of others. He approached with measured steps until the distance between them was intimate—not threatening, but heavy.
"I had hoped," Bael said smoothly, "that we could appeal to logic. But then again... your logic has always bent to your bleeding heart."
From his robe, Bael withdrew a sleek tablet and handed it over.
Diehauser's eyes flicked down.
He didn't want to take it.
He took it anyway.
A few taps.
His heart stopped.
Images.
Old ones.
Private.
His sister—still alive—under an alias. Living quietly in a remote corner of the Underworld, far from prying eyes. Her husband. Her child.
Diehauser's voice dropped to a whisper. "How?"
Bael's smile was predatory. "We always knew where she was. We simply chose not to act. Until now."
"You've held this over me... for how long?"
"Long enough."
Diehauser closed the tablet and handed it back. His hand trembled.
Bael looked pleased.
"You'll face him," the Great King said. "You'll use everything. Your clan's ability. Your influence. Your tactics, to crush him. and in return, I make the vow to you, right now, that I will never target your sister and her family, or reveal their location, or harm them in any manner, shape or form, unless in self-defence."
"And if you still refuse to cooperate…" Bael's voice sharpened. "Then your sister's location might slip into someone else's hands. And accidents, as you know, happen in dangerous times."
The silence that followed was heavy.
Diehauser stared at the floor for a long moment, his fists clenching as he glared dangerously at the most disgusting devil in existence.
End.
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.
It was pretty fun to write.
Next chapter is where we have Serafall's date. Finally.
So look forward to that lads!
See you all on the next chapter.
Peace.