In the Akizuki household living room, Marina sat stiffly on the sofa, her fingers nervously gripping the hem of her dress.
Her violet eyes darted toward Blake, the very image of calm and confidence.
She tried to speak—tried to force words out—but nothing came out the way she wanted.
Why was she so timid?
Airi had spent all night hyping her up, even making sacrifices to help her gain the courage to confess. And yet...
Every time she opened her mouth, the words came out wrong.
Blake, noticing her discomfort, frowned slightly and reached out.
"Marina, are you feeling okay?"
Before she could react, his warm hand pressed against her forehead.
The unexpected touch sent a shockwave through her body.
Her face burned crimson, her purple eyes flickering with panic.
Too close! Too close! Too close!
She could barely breathe.
This was the first time she had ever been this close to a man.
A sudden exasperated sigh shattered the moment.
"That's it! I can't stand this anymore!"
Blake barely had time to turn before Airi stormed over, hands on her hips, looking like she was about to start a fight.
"Airi? What are you doing?" he asked, confused by her outburst.
His gaze flickered between her annoyed expression and Marina's panicked one.
It didn't take a genius to realize that whatever was going on with Marina had something to do with Airi.
"Big sis, I'm sorry. But for your sake, I have no choice."
Airi ignored Blake completely and turned to her sister.
Marina's brows furrowed in confusion—but before she could react, Airi pulled a spray bottle from her pocket.
She sprayed it directly into Marina's face.
"Cough! Cough! Airi, what the hell?!"
Marina waved her hands wildly, trying to disperse the pink mist. She glared at Airi, her expression a mix of shock and irritation.
Her pupils suddenly dilated, her breath quickened, and a strange heat spread through her body.
Her expression quickly turned from annoyance to something else entirely.
Blake, meanwhile, had gone completely still.
His crystal-blue eyes locked onto the spray bottle in Airi's hand, his lips twitching slightly.
"...Is that what I think it is?"
Airi, looking far too smug, gave her sister a pat on the shoulder.
"Big sis, this is for your own good. Just relax and enjoy it."
Then, she turned to Blake and huffed dramatically.
"Blake, this is as far as I can help you. Now it's your turn."
Airi crossed her arms and tilted her head.
"You heard me. Win over my sister."
Blake felt like his brain had just short-circuited.
What kind of insane situation was this?!
Not only was his girlfriend approving of him pursuing another woman, but she was also actively assisting in making it happen?!
And to think I was actually worried about how to complete that "double date" mission... I didn't expect Airi to take matters into her own hands.
Realizing this, Blake grinned knowingly and gave Airi a subtle thumbs-up.
Airi rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile on her lips.
"Hmph. Men really are all the same."
Still, she had to admit—she appreciated Blake's honesty.
If he had hesitated, if he had pretended to be noble, she would have looked down on him.
The man she had chosen?
He owned his desires without any shame.
"Alright," Airi added casually, "just be gentle. It's my sister's first time—she can't handle someone like you going wild."
Blake's eyes flickered with amusement.
A soft, intoxicating voice broke through the tension.
"Blake... give... me..."
Blake turned just in time to see Marina, fully dazed, her violet eyes glazed over with something dangerously close to desire.
Her fingers—trembling—were already pulling at his shirt.
Welp. No point in holding back now.
From the sofa to the bed, Blake lay comfortably, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
On either side of him, Airi and Marina slept soundly—wrapped in nothing but silky white sheets.
Their fair skin pressed against his, their arms draped around him like clingy octopuses.
He had expected Marina to take a lot longer to warm up to him.
But thanks to Airi's 'assistance', things had... escalated much faster than anticipated.
[Mission Accomplished: You've earned 30 Luck Points.]
[Current Total: 255 Luck Points.]
A notification chimed in his mind, but the system had been thoughtful enough to delay it until now.
Sia was considerate like that—she never interrupted battles or... other 'important' moments.
"255 Luck Points... not bad."
His deep blue eyes flickered with thought.
"Sia, what kind of stuff is usually in a beginner-level lottery?"
Sia's voice purred in his mind.
"Master, beginner-level lotteries aren't great. It's mostly low-tier stuff—like pistols or... tissues."
Blake raised an eyebrow.
"But... there are rare items," Sia continued, "like the seven Excalibur fragments from High School DxD."
Blake's interest piqued.
"Excalibur fragments?"
"Mm-hmm! Though only two of them—the Holy Sword of Domination and the Holy Sword of Blessing—are available in intermediate lotteries."
Blake's mind immediately raced through possibilities.
In High School DxD, Xenovia had wielded the Holy Sword of Destruction—a blade so powerful that a single swing could carve a massive crater into the ground.
Irina, on the other hand, used the Holy Sword Mimicry, which could shift its form at will, making it incredibly versatile.
And yet, these swords were just beginner-tier items?
Blake's eyes gleamed with ambition.
"Sia, initiate the Low-level lottery."