Late at night, the old building was silent except for the distant creak of settling wood and the faint rustle of wind against the windows.
Silas's door opened with barely a sound—a soft whisper of hinges.
A slender figure slipped inside, moving like liquid shadow. Bare feet padded silently across the floor.
The figure approached the bed, lifted the edge of the sheets, and crawled in with graceful ease, body sliding up along his side until it popped out near his head.
Crimson eyes glowed softly in the darkness, luminous and intense.
It was Rias Gremory.
Her long red hair spilled across the pillow like silk, and she wore nothing but a thin, oversized black shirt that barely reached mid-thigh—clearly one of the spare club shirts. She leaned in closer, lips parting as if to speak or simply settle against him.
Then she froze.
Her hand brushed something warm and soft under the sheets—another body already there.
Rias slowly lifted the edge of the blanket.
Akeno was curled against Silas's other side like a contented cat, completely naked, her pale skin glowing faintly in the sliver of moonlight.
One of her long legs was draped possessively over his thigh, full breasts pressed against his ribs, raven hair fanned across his chest, and a small, satisfied smile on her sleeping face.
Rias clicked her tongue in quiet annoyance, jealousy flashing in her eyes for a split second.
Without a word, she lowered the sheet and slid in on Silas's free side, pressing her body flush against him—soft curves molding to his frame, one arm draping across his waist. The bed dipped slightly under the added weight, the sheets now warm with three bodies.
Silas's eyes fluttered open.
He blinked once, fully awake in an instant, staring up at the ceiling as he registered the situation: Rias Gremory on his right, soft breasts and smooth thigh against him; Akeno Himejima on his left, practically wrapped around him like a second skin.
'Wow… this is crazy,' he thought, a mix of amusement and disbelief swirling in his mind. 'At least Koneko ain't a perv.'
But he spoke too soon.
The door creaked open again—quieter this time, almost hesitant.
A small, white-haired figure slipped inside, golden eyes gleaming faintly in the dark like a cat's. Koneko moved with silent, feline grace, her usual stoic expression softened by a faint blush.
She was wearing only an oversized shirt similar to Rias's, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs.
Without a sound, she approached the bed, lifted the sheets on the far side near Rias, and crawled in. Her small, surprisingly soft body pressed against Rias's back at first, then she wriggled closer until she could tuck herself against Silas's side as well—her head resting lightly on his shoulder.
Silas felt the additional warmth, the faint scent of vanilla and chocolate that always clung to her.
He let out a slow, quiet breath, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes as four bodies now shared the bed—Rias and Akeno competing for space against him, Koneko curled up like a possessive kitten on the edge.
'…Never mind,' he thought, the corner of his mouth twitching despite himself. 'This club is something else.'
The girls settled in with soft sighs and shifting sheets, their breathing slowly evening out into sleep. Silas remained awake a moment longer, the weight and warmth of three devil surrounding him, the night air thick with unspoken tension and quiet intimacy.
He closed his eyes again, a faint smirk lingering on his lips as sleep began to tug at him once more.
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The next morning, soft golden sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of the guest room, painting the tangled sheets in warm hues. The air was still and quiet, carrying the faint mixed scents of feminine skin, vanilla, rose, and last night's lingering warmth.
Silas stirred awake slowly, his body heavy with the pleasant weight pressing down on him. When his eyes opened, he found Akeno Himejima straddling his waist, completely bare from the waist up. Her long raven hair cascaded like a dark waterfall over one shoulder, framing her face as she looked down at him with that signature teasing, half-lidded gaze—violet eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper.
Her full, soft breasts were pressed firmly against his bare chest, warm and heavy, nipples already slightly hardened from the contact. The smooth, pale skin of her torso molded perfectly against him, her hips settled comfortably over his.
Rias and Koneko were still fast asleep beside them. Rias lay curled on her side, crimson hair fanned across the pillow like spilled wine, one arm draped loosely over Koneko's small form. The white-haired Nekoshou breathed softly, face relaxed in rare, peaceful slumber, her tiny body tucked close to Rias for warmth.
Akeno's lips curved into a slow, seductive smile as she noticed him fully awake.
"Wanna skip today?" she whispered, voice low and husky, barely disturbing the quiet morning air.
"For?" Silas asked, not even pretending to hide the way his gaze dropped straight to the generous cleavage squished against him—tracing the soft curves, the subtle bounce with every breath she took.
Akeno caught the shameless stare. A delicate blush bloomed across her cheeks and down her neck, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she arched her back just slightly, pushing her breasts more prominently into view.
"Would you like to hold them?" she asked, voice dripping with playful invitation.
He shrugged casually, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
"Sure. I've been meaning to check for breast cancer anyway."
Akeno let out a soft, surprised laugh that turned into a breathy giggle.
They both sat up slowly in the middle of the large bed. The moment she moved, her breasts bounced freely with the motion—full, perfectly shaped, the soft weight jiggling hypnotically in the morning light. Silas's eyes followed every subtle sway, mesmerized.
He extended both hands without hesitation, palms cupping the generous undersides before his fingers sank gently into the warm, pliant flesh. He began to fondle them with slow, deliberate movements—squeezing, lifting, thumbs brushing teasing circles around her sensitive nipples. The skin was silky smooth and incredibly responsive under his touch.
Akeno's blush deepened to a vivid crimson, spreading across her chest. Her breathing quickened, but her violet eyes never left his face, locked in intense eye contact as soft, involuntary sounds threatened to escape her throat.
"So why do you want to skip school?" he asked, voice low and steady, continuing the gentle but thorough exploration of her breasts—kneading, rolling the soft weight in his palms, occasionally giving a light pinch.
"Well… Rias wanted to take Issei to find a familiar for him," she managed, voice slightly strained as she fought to keep it even. "Might as well take Asia as well after she revives her as a devil—ahhh~"
The moan slipped out despite her best efforts, breathy and sweet, her body shivering lightly in his hands.
Silas smiled, slow and satisfied.
"Oh, cool. Yeah, sure, why not." His thumbs brushed over her nipples again, firmer this time. "After that, would you like to go out or something?"
Before she could properly respond, he pinched both nipples between his fingers—precise, firm pressure that made her back arch sharply.
"Ahhh!"
The moan tore from her throat, louder and more unrestrained, echoing softly in the quiet room.
He chuckled, deep and amused.
"That's a yes, I guess," he said, still gently massaging to soothe the brief sting.
Akeno pouted cutely, lips pursed and cheeks puffed, though the effect was ruined by the lingering flush and the way her eyes had gone slightly glassy with pleasure. The adorable expression only made Silas laugh harder, his shoulders shaking lightly.
At that exact moment, Rias stirred.
She woke up like the Undertaker rising from the mat—slow, dramatic, one eye cracking open first, then both. A wide yawn escaped her, mouth stretching as she stretched her arms overhead, causing the oversized shirt she'd slept in to ride up and expose a teasing strip of pale stomach.
Her sleepy gaze dropped… and immediately locked onto the scene in front of her: Silas's hands openly fondling Akeno's bare breasts, the other girl still straddling him with a flushed, pouty face.
Rias's face turned bright red in an instant—crimson matching her hair. Without a word, she sat up, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and pulled it off in one swift motion, letting it drop to the side of the bed.
Her own full, beautiful breasts bounced free—slightly heavier than Akeno's, with pale pink nipples already perked from the cool morning air and sudden exposure.
"Me too!" she declared, voice still husky with sleep but filled with competitive determination.
Silas glanced over at her, hands still gently working Akeno's chest, and simply shrugged with an easy smirk.
"Sure," he replied, voice calm and unbothered, as if this was the most normal way to start a morning.
Rias scooted closer immediately, pressing herself against his free side, offering her chest with zero hesitation while Koneko continued sleeping peacefully beside them, completely unaware for now.
TO BE CONTINUED