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Because they'd be fighting the Phenex Family the next day, Rias insisted everyone get a proper rest tonight.
That was Rias's exact wording.
So, after dinner, they each returned to their rooms to wash up. Thus the time approached a bit past eight in the evening.
In the bedroom, having already showered, Bokue Keikain lay on the bed playing a handheld game console. Meanwhile, Kuroka—unconcerned by any potential surprise visitors—had resumed her catgirl form, perched in the boy's lap and squirming about restlessly, trying to distract him.
At first glance, it wasn't so different from how things looked back home—aside from the fact that Bokue was using a portable console. But there was little choice.
Most of the Underworld's aesthetics remained stuck in something akin to a previous century from the human world, and its options for electronic entertainment were far from those of the human world.
Moreover, the Underworld's network and the human world's internet weren't interconnected. Even if one tried to tether the console to a phone hotspot, there was no signal here at all.
Which left only single-player games.
A by-now-familiar sound of hinges echoed from the door without any warning. The moment it opened, the catgirl fidgeting in Bokue's lap vanished in an instant, replaced by a neatly curled black cat lying obediently on his legs.
Sure enough, the red-haired girl poked her head in, and this time she peered directly at Bokue on the bed from the moment she entered.
Luckily, no sign of a kimono-clad cat-eared beauty straddling him. So maybe that had just been Rias's imagination this morning…
Rias let out a tiny sigh of relief—just as Bokue's voice drifted over: The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novᴇlfire.net
"Something up, Rias? Not coming in?"
Rias responded softly and slipped into the room, closing the door behind her. She headed over to the bed and sat down.
Bokue saved his game and set the handheld aside. Then he raised his head—only to notice Rias's outfit:
Likely fresh from a bath, she wore nothing but a thin, silky slip dress. The filmy white fabric veiled her shapely figure, barely covering her below the hips; it concealed and revealed those perfect curves in a simultaneously hazy and tantalizing way.
Unaccustomed to such intense scrutiny, Rias averted her gaze, her cheeks flushed redder than they'd been right after her shower.
"W-what are you staring at so hard? This is just an old nightgown I wore as a kid. I found it when I came back, tried it on, and though it's a bit short, the rest is fine, right?"
"Of course. It's lovely."
Bokue stated it as fact.
Whereupon the black cat on his legs twitched her hind paw, giving him a covert nudge from an angle Rias couldn't see.
"So… isn't it a little early for you to show up?" he said, glancing at the clock.
It was as if Rias's inner thoughts had just been laid bare, making her stammer.
"But I only finished talking with my mother just now—she said she's heading to bed, so I left."
"Does your mother usually go to bed so soon?" Bokue asked, half-lidding his eyes suspiciously.
Rias thought a moment:
"Normally she stays up a bit later—around ten at night or so. But earlier, she told me she got up extra early today because I was coming home, so now she's tired—"
"Alright, I'll buy it."
Bokue gave a wry twist of his mouth.
Given that devils had practically indefinite lifespans, it was a bit suspicious for someone to fix their schedule so quickly. But okay.
"…What's that supposed to mean? Are you implying—"
Rias paused, eyes wide; then she realized it might be that her mother had guessed Rias's intention to sneak over here…
"Probably saw right through you, your mind being elsewhere while you talked," Bokue finished bluntly.
In a flash, the redhead's face turned scarlet, but she remained stubbornly defensive, "Excuse me? My mind wasn't wandering—I was just multi-tasking. Half paying attention to Mother, half thinking about… you. That's normal, right?!"
She spat it out like some mini-confession, prompting the black cat curled on Bokue's lap to open one eye and flick her tongue.
Rias's cheeks grew redder as her gaze kept drifting around. Her pale shoulders, barely covered by that satin slip, rose and fell to match her increasingly ragged breaths.
"I'm here now, so we might as well—"
No need to finish. She'd made it clear:
And so from about 8 PM until 9:30, they used up an hour and a half.
When the noise within finally died down, Rias lay limp in Bokue's arms, thoroughly spent. The delicate nightgown was drenched in sweat, clinging to her skin and outlining her figure in blatant clarity.
The pair lay quietly in bed, the traces of their exertion spattered across the adjacent floor.
Rias tried to push herself up for another kiss, but neglected to notice the cat curled on a nearby couch.
Kuroka opened her golden eyes, brimming with disdain.
Huh—barely an hour, and the princess is done? She's hopelessly out of her depth if she thinks she can satisfy my Bokue.
With a smug hum, Kuroka stood up, letting her cat form expand back into a shapely catgirl. She raised a finger, conjuring a small orb of white energy that zipped across the bed and sank into Rias's back.
The instant it touched her, Rias collapsed, drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Watching the now-unconscious redhead—who certainly wouldn't be waking soon—Kuroka hummed contentedly, strolling over from the couch to the bed. She re-claimed the spot that was rightfully hers with a teasing lick of her lips.
"All right, Bokue—now it's my turn, nya~!"
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