Although Yukinoshita Haruno didn't seem to resist such contact deep down,
it was their first meeting today.
There was no way things could progress to this point.
Moreover, these were some slightly amplified emotions caused by alcohol.
This…
Yukinoshita Haruno tried to calm down.
But her body had already subconsciously begun to struggle.
And this struggle resulted in Himeno suppressing her even harder.
Although Himeno wasn't a powerful character in Public Safety, she had survived until now without losing an arm or a leg, so her fundamentals were very solid.
"Trying to run? Devil, you still want to escape."
Yukinoshita Haruno got closer and closer to Akira.
Her face was already rubbing hard against it.
"Himeno, you… sober up… Ugh!"
Everything happened within two seconds—
within the realm of what could be explained.
But any more, and it would be impolite.
So, Akira grabbed Himeno and restrained her,
allowing Yukinoshita Haruno to get up by herself.
Yukinoshita Haruno was still shaken, her gaze darting about.
She quickly picked up the beer on the table and took a big gulp.
But suddenly—
Yukinoshita Haruno found that the beer tasted off.
It was clearly mixed with baijiu.
And she glanced at the table, confirming it was Himeno's glass.
So, Himeno had been mixing drinks all along?
Then her current state was completely understandable.
But who could understand her feelings at this moment?
That complex emotion of fear mixed with a slight flutter, shyness mixed with joy.
A little bit of social death, but also relief, which she couldn't resolve for a while.
"Master, let go of me—I need to subdue that devil."
She could recognize him, but not Yukinoshita Haruno.
Himeno's drinking even came with automatic recognition.
"Master, you smell so good—let me kiss you."
Himeno, with a drunken look on her face, twisted her neck and tried to lean in toward Akira's face.
Akira remembered the information he knew.
He turned to look at Angel.
"This guy is about to throw up—do you know where the restroom is?"
Angel pointed the way, and as Akira left, he also reminded Yukinoshita Haruno that she had something on her lips.
Yukinoshita Haruno gently wiped her lips with the back of her hand, only to find that lipstick had smeared onto her face.
She quickly pulled out a tissue.
Her mind unconsciously replayed that strangely high temperature from earlier.
It was truly a social death.
Yukinoshita Haruno grabbed the drink on the table and took another big gulp.
Huh—it was Himeno's glass.
For Akira, Himeno was certainly not heavy.
However, she was now burning hot, her body numbed by alcohol.
She was completely limp.
And she kept trying to kiss Akira.
She was very difficult to control.
Click!
The restroom door opened and closed.
Akira placed Himeno on the toilet and gently pressed her stomach.
Ugh~!
The next second,
Himeno hugged the toilet and started to vomit.
Akira felt a bit relieved.
Fortunately, Akira already knew that this was how she behaved when she got drunk.
He wasn't caught off guard.
Otherwise, it would definitely leave a lifelong, indelible trauma.
Standing by, watching Himeno vomit miserably,
Akira's gaze naturally fell upon the increasingly obvious curves, affected by gravity.
And following the inverted triangle-like upper body downward—
it was a full moon, covered by a uniform, yet still firm.
If this were a hotel, he could have had someone clean things up.
Then Akira would most likely have already taken action.
However, it was clear that the conditions here were not as good as in a hotel.
Splash, splash.
He flushed the toilet.
Akira supported Himeno and walked back to the room.
As soon as he opened the door,
he found Yukinoshita Haruno sprawled on the table.
Next to her were two completely empty beer glasses.
Feeling Akira's gaze, Angel spread her hands helplessly. "I really wanted to stop her, but I couldn't. I can't touch other people."
"Alright. Four went out, two got drunk."
"We'll have to find a nearby hotel to stay for now."
After paying,
Akira single-handedly helped both of them into the back seat.
Immediately, he saw crows watching and rats peeking out from the roadside.
That battle just now had completely drawn Makima's attention to him.
But Akira wasn't flustered at all.
Since Angel's passive ability had no effect on him,
then Makima's Domination might be the same.
Moreover, the strength he had displayed should have already reached the pinnacle among devils.
It would be difficult for Makima to look down on him.
And—
Akira instantly used his Telepathy, vying for control of Makima's dominated creatures.
And those animals that were continuously transmitting messages to Makima, under Akira's manipulation, all met an untimely demise.
"Who could it be?"
Makima sat in the back seat of the car, seemingly bored as she looked out at the scenery.
She had already noticed Akira.
She thought he was a very promising person, capable of breaking the stalemate among the three major organizations.
Of course, the premise was that he could join any one of the factions.
But from Akira's performance from the beginning of the incident until now,
he had not expressed any desire to join any force.
Instead, he wanted to rally a group of wealthy individuals with the Suou Family as the core.
Clearly, he wanted to develop a completely new force.
A brand-new civilian force, independent of the three organizations.
Interesting.
Interesting.
Makima looked out the window, a natural smile curving her lips.
Click!
Bang, bang!
Click!
Bang.
One standard double room.
Another standard double room.
Except one room housed two drunkards.
The other was for Akira and Angel.
Angel couldn't take care of drunk people, so Akira arranged for her to rest in her room.
He, on the other hand, handled these two people who were somewhat disoriented but not completely unconscious.
"Master, Master!"
"Hug me."
Compared to Yukinoshita Haruno,
Himeno was clearly wilder.
After being thrown onto the bed by Akira, she spread her arms and called out to him.
Akira glanced at her and sat on the edge of the bed.
He naturally saw Himeno's state—
mildly drunk.
He also understood what she wanted to do.
So he naturally played along.
As for Yukinoshita Haruno, she was truly drunk, now just a hair's breadth away from falling asleep.
"Alright, alright, I give up."
Akira grabbed Himeno's hand and pulled her into his arms. "You're drunk—I'll help you take off your clothes."
"Mm."
To be honest, Himeno was a little happy inside.
Sure enough, her Master was definitely someone she could entrust herself to.
Even in this situation, he didn't act inappropriately.
If it were someone else, given this opportunity, wouldn't they have been impatient long ago?
However, Himeno had never given such an opportunity to anyone else.
Even when drinking, she wouldn't reach this state.
Let alone giving kisses, hugs, or piggyback rides.
She hunched her back, seemingly sitting down with no strength in her body.
Her gaze wandered over Akira's handsome face.
At this moment, Akira was intently unbuttoning her shirt.
One.
Two.
Three.
The white lace bra accentuated her crystal-clear, tender skin.
The slightly swaying pudding-like objects emitted a faint scent of alcohol.
If he distinguished carefully, Akira could even sense the faint constituent substances within.
The milky sweetness, as if he could taste the clear fragrance and sweetness.
When the last button was undone,
Himeno cooperatively raised her hands,
allowing Akira to pull the shirt upward and off.
Because she raised her hands, the two naturally drew closer.
Himeno's slightly drunken gaze met Akira's eyes directly.
Then she shrugged her shoulders, hugging her white rabbits and leaning closer.
"Master, is it pretty?"
"…"
"Want to see a little more?"
No sooner had she spoken than her shoulder strap slid down.
As soon as Himeno let go,
that last remaining boundary would be compressed even further to the edge.
Himeno's face was flushed, with a playful, teasing look.
"Want to see?"
"It's really good~!"
"Eh~!"
"Eh~!"
Her palm slowly moved away.
Akira was somewhat dazed (feigned).
Himeno was very proud to see Akira's reaction.
She extended her slender fingers and smoothed her short hair behind her ear.
Then, blushing, she leaned close to Akira's ear.
"Master, you… you're getting hot."
Her glistening lips parted and closed, her voice as sweet as honey.
And beneath that porcelain-white body tinged with crimson,
Himeno had successfully entered the area emitting a strange heat source.
Master was indeed lying.
How could he have over a dozen girlfriends?
It was all just big talk.
From Master's reaction, it was clear that he had only recently started to taste the sweetness.
Moreover, that sweetness was in another room.
Himeno was twenty-six this year; even if she hadn't been in a relationship, she had discussed these topics with colleagues at work.
Her deceased partner was a heartthrob for young men, always joking about the reactions and expressions of those innocent youths.
Akira happened to fit the reactions of those young men she spoke of.
"Master, don't be nervous—relax."
"Didn't you say before that there would be some more 'in-depth' contact during training?"
"Just treat it as training."
Himeno's hands didn't stop, and with her other hand, she cupped Akira's face.
"Mmm."
Although it was her first time, it was clear that Master had been completely brought under her control.
However, this feeling was something she had never experienced before.
Oh dear!
He's finally getting the hang of it.
Is he starting to take the initiative?
Himeno's belt was still on, and Akira wasn't in a hurry.
He just used relatively normal Contra-like moves to set the stage.
Mmm!
Not bad at all.
But why doesn't Master take off his belt?
Without taking that off, how can we proceed to the next step?
Could it be that before, with Angel, Angel was always the one taking the initiative?
Himeno's mind was still very clear at this moment.
Recalling Angel's previous behavior,
she immediately affirmed her thoughts.
It seems she still has to take the lead, but she also needs to give Master more of a sense of participation.
Things would be smoother from now on.
Himeno sat down.
The suit pants didn't feel very good.
This forced Akira to actively remove his belt.
"Master, it's like this…"
"Mmm."
Hot.
Himeno could no longer control her body.
It seemed to have a mind of its own.
Akira was just mashing buttons.
Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, BABA.
In just a few minutes,
Himeno's alcohol suddenly hit her, and she became completely muddled.
How strange.
How strange.
Nothing had even begun yet.
How did she…
Akira wasn't surprised that Himeno would react this way.
His Trainer Basic Skill had now reached LV3.
Characters like Himeno, who thought they had the upper hand, would usually be defeated like this.
However—
Himeno's current state was an excellent opportunity.
Mmm.
[Character: Himeno]
[Potential: A]
[Loyalty: 85]
[Strength: 1.3]
[Agility: 1.5]
[Endurance: 1.4]
[Skill: Melee Combat]
[Evolution Charge: 1%... Charging]
[Status: Training]
"Master, no—not now."
"Don't talk. Now is the best time for training."
Training?
What is Master talking about?
Is this really training?
Oh dear!
My waist.
It's numb.
Himeno frowned.
Even though the muscle relaxation work before training had been done very thoroughly,
for the first training session, it was inevitable that she wouldn't quite adapt.
"Numb—Master, I'm numb."
"I'm not numb at all. Bear with it—this will improve your strength and endurance."
"Ugh!"
Himeno could no longer process what Akira was saying.
All she knew was that if this continued, she would die.
[Character: Himeno]
[Potential: A]
[Loyalty: 85]
[Strength: 3.0]
[Agility: 3.0]
[Endurance: 3.0]
[Skill: Close Combat (40%)]
[Evolution Charge: 26%]
[Status: Fatigued]
After glancing at the half-dead Himeno,
Akira took out a normal capture ball and threw it at her.
With a flash of light, Himeno's figure was gone from the bed.
Her abilities indeed did not include the Ghost Devil's right hand.
This further confirmed that—
the Public Safety Devil Hunters and devils were completely independent.
He could not obtain devil abilities from the Public Safety Devil Hunters he contracted with.
But what about Fiends?
Those special individuals who merged themselves with devils—
like Reze or Guang Xi?
Moreover, his capture ball could heal injuries.
So, if a Fiend was captured and entered the capture ball, would the devil be expelled from the Fiend's body by the capture ball?
Tsk.
This was truly a perplexing question.
However, Akira did not dwell on it.
Instead of thinking about it here, it would be simpler and more direct to just find Reze and Guang Xi and capture them.
Besides, there was still a delicacy in this room.
He had no time to think about such things.
Yukinoshita Haruno was indeed drunk.
But she hadn't completely lost consciousness.
In her haze, she could still vaguely see and hear the movements in the room.
She just couldn't move her body.
"Haruno-nee?"
"Haruno-nee?"
Yukinoshita Haruno wanted to respond.
But she couldn't.
She was like being trapped in a box now.
She could only feel, not respond.
Huh.
She really passed out drunk.
Then isn't this the legendary "picking up a body"?
Previously, Akira had only seen such things in news or movies.
He had never experienced it firsthand.
Now, Yukinoshita Haruno's condition—
it did pique Akira's curiosity.
"Haruno-nee?"
Akira tidied Yukinoshita Haruno's hair, his fingertips gently gliding over her moist lips.
Then he made her open her small mouth.
Ugh.
Although Yukinoshita Haruno couldn't respond,
she truly felt Akira's passion.
Her heart rate quickened.
Her originally steady breathing also became chaotic.
Akira is… is he planning to do that?
What should she do?
If she lost her first time in this state—
Wouldn't it be… before she could think further,
another peculiar sensation arrived.
Ugh.
No.
This was completely different from what she did herself.
No—where… eh heh?
How amazing.
Are the reactions in this state still so strong?
Akira was a little curious.
Since the beacon had already been lit here,
then the linked area below, wouldn't it also be?
Yukinoshita Haruno's little dress was very soft.
The cut was very beautiful.
It made Yukinoshita Haruno look like an elegant porcelain vase.
So exquisite.
It couldn't help but make Akira want to look at its base mark.
The hem of the little dress rolled up.
The empty base mark was revealed.
It seemed to have gotten wet when he put it down just now.
A patch of water stain had spread on the base mark.
Akira wiped away the water stain, but then discovered an even more delicate structure.
Ugh.
No.
That place really wasn't okay.
Little brother Akira—you can't continue.
Otherwise—
If Yukinoshita Haruno could choose, she would rather be awake now.
That way, she could at least get a clear indication of Akira's feelings.
If it's like this now, then Little brother Akira might say he was just drunk and acted on his own initiative…