"Yours is so big, Finn-sama~! Hmn~!"
"...Stop making those strange noises when all you're doing is washing my back."
Finn sighed helplessly. He sat on the small wooden stool facing the fogged-up mirror, utterly exhausted. Yet, even through his fatigue, he could vividly feel her wet, soapy hands gliding over his heavily muscled torso with a gentle, agonizingly comfortable pressure. He didn't quite know how to describe the sensation, but when a woman's hands were this soft and skilled, his mind completely blanked. He couldn't even muster the willpower to firmly refuse when she had boldly offered to wash his body.
He knew this was a dangerous game. He knew perfectly well that this 'bathing session' was absolutely not going to end with just a simple scrub. But right now, his rationality was entirely powerless against his simmering desires.
The logical part of his brain warned him that this wasn't the proper time to lose control. He was completely drained from the brutal battle in the alleyway. He had literally just been burned down to his skeleton and narrowly avoided a divine execution. He was exhausted, and beneath his calm, calculating exterior, he was still quietly, violently angry.
The thought of stopping Akeno felt like a monumental drag. He simply didn't have the energy to resist her anymore.
In the past, he had always found the willpower to hold back. He treasured her deeply. Having known her since childhood, he wanted the absolute best for her. She was a genuinely kind, devoted, and gentle woman who had stood by his side through everything, and she loved him with a fierce, unwavering loyalty.
But as a selfish, pragmatic Devil whose only true ambition was to conquer the world to live comfortably... could he really answer her pure love in the traditional way?
That hesitation had always kept him in check.
Yet now?
After staring his own mortality in the face—after realizing a foreign God's relic had actively tried to brainwash him into accepting his own death—all his previous resistance felt incredibly silly. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted Akeno. He absolutely refused to ever let anyone else have her. And the best way to ensure that?
It was to thoroughly, completely mark her. To make her truly, undeniably his. That was exactly what they were going to do tonight, but the build-up was just as important.
They had both waited for a very, very long time. The tension had finally reached its boiling point, and he fully intended to savor every single second of it.
Akeno's soft, slick hands moved carefully yet seductively across every inch of his body, washing away the grime and the lingering scent of blood. There wasn't a single trace of disgust on her beautiful face. Instead, her cheeks were flushed a deep, feverish crimson. An extreme, intoxicating lust was completely overwhelming her, especially now that she was finally allowed to touch him however she pleased.
More importantly, through the fogged mirror, she could clearly see the immense, unmistakable reaction his body was having to her touch. It was absolute proof of how deeply he desired her.
He wanted her, and naturally, she wanted him just as fiercely.
While Finn was trying to hold on until they actually made it to the bedroom, Akeno's self-control shattered. Her soapy hands slid around his waist, boldly wrapping around the hardened, aching evidence of his arousal that had been tempting her for years.
"...Akeno?"
Even though Finn was mentally prepared for the escalation, he was genuinely startled by how suddenly assertive she had become.
"Don't be so tense, Finn-sama~."
Akeno pressed the heavy, soft weight of her bare breasts firmly against his broad back. She leaned over his shoulder, her hot breath ghosting across his skin as she playfully licked and nibbled at his right earlobe. Meanwhile, her hands moved with agonizing, expert rhythm, stroking him in a way that completely dismantled his remaining defenses.
"Just relax for me... Let it all out~! Splurt~! Splurt~! Come on~! Give it all to Akeno~!"
While he wasn't entirely sure why her sadistic side had suddenly flared up, he abandoned his annoyance and simply surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. He knew Akeno had a deeply ingrained sadistic streak—likely inherited directly from her mother, Shuri. According to his meta-knowledge of the universe, her parents had been notorious for their intense, role-reversal bedroom dynamics.
Despite how impossibly demure and elegant Akeno usually appeared, she was an absolute, irredeemable pervert at heart.
But why was she acting so sadistic toward him right now?
Probably because it was the ultimate power trip. Finn was a terrifying, high-ranking Devil who brought absolute ruin to his enemies and crushed elite heroes like squishy bugs. Yet right now, this invincible monster was completely at her mercy. His most sensitive weakness was trapped in her hands, and his normally stoic expression had completely melted into a mess of helpless, inevitable euphoria.
Despite this being her first time, her Fallen Angel heritage gave her a terrifying natural talent for seduction. Finn's helpless reactions only fueled her dark, playful desires—especially since she was still secretly frustrated and angry that he had locked her in the shadow dimension during the fight.
This was his sweet, tormenting punishment~!
Splurt! Splurt! Splut!
"More~! Give me more~!"
She showed absolutely no mercy, relentlessly driving him to the absolute brink until his control finally snapped. He released everything with a ragged, breathless groan, his essence clouding the hot, soapy water. The intense, heavy scent of their arousal filled the steamy bathroom, completely shattering the final, fragile chains of their reasoning.
They were reduced to pure, primal instinct.
What about protection?
Finn couldn't care less at this point. If he claimed her and she got pregnant, so be it. After the torment she had just put him through, a dark, possessive urge flared in his chest. He fully intended to punish her thoroughly by relentlessly claiming her all night long!
Yet, as he abruptly turned around on the stool, ready to exact his dominance, he realized he had still severely underestimated her level of perversion.
She didn't back away. Instead, she had leaned over the slick edge of the porcelain bathtub on all fours. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her violet eyes half-lidded and incredibly sultry, her lips parted in a breathtakingly sinful smile as she licked her dirty hand, which was still covered by his liquid.
"Hmn~! Finn-sama's perverted juice is so delicious~!"
Her face was the picture of absolute, unadulterated devotion. Her long tongue moved lewdly against her finger, her perverted area was dripping with her love juice, and her face was a complete slut, yet instead of backing away, Finn moved closer, pressing his immense, large erection against her pristine vagina, which he was about to pierce, marked, as the two of them became truly one.
His hips drove forward, tearing away the final barrier between them as he claimed her completely. Akeno released a soundless, trembling gasp—a breathtaking culmination of both sharp pain and overwhelming, mind-melting pleasure.
Given her deeply masochistic nature, the overwhelming intensity of his dominance was exactly what she had been craving.
He held her tightly by the waist, his other hand tangling aggressively in her sleek black ponytail as he moved with the relentless, punishing rhythm of a conqueror. He was a demon, claiming the woman who had tempted him for so long, and she met his intensity with desperate, joyful tears.
They didn't stop in the bathroom. They spent the entire night consummating their bond, moving from the steamy tiles to the sprawling, messy sheets of his bedroom. He dressed her in various garments, entirely unraveling her clean, demure yukata and binding her wrists with her own silk obi, leaving her crying in absolute joy as he thoroughly, permanently marked her as his Queen.
However, while Finn's bedroom was currently a chaotic paradise of shaking headboards and tangled sheets, the outside world was rapidly descending into absolute panic.
Because just before Finn had stepped into the shower, his Manager had executed his final command.
Every single piece of biometric data, magical signature, and facial recognition profile of the Hero Faction had been mass-broadcasted to the darkest, most vicious bounty boards across the Underworld, the Youkai factions, and the human black market.
The hunt had officially begun, and the world was about to tremble.
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