Kuroka pulled back on the neck she was gripping, separating Kenji from her sister, Koneko.
He was tossed aside like trash, and Kenji was slammed onto the floor.
Without sparing him a glance, Kuroka looked down at her sister.
Koneko was wearing pink, frilly clothes, her genitals exposed, looking at Kuroka with a dazed expression.
At that sight, Kuroka covered half of her face.
“A pocket dimension that traps only the spirit.
It can even interfere with the opponent’s consciousness to some extent.
I felt a strange flow of power when I stayed at the Red Dragon Emperor-chin’s house before, so I was curious.
To think that once I finally managed to get in…”
Unable to keep up with the situation, she turned a cold gaze toward Kenji, who had yet to stand up.
If that sharp gaze had possessed physical force, Kenji’s body might have been carved into pieces.
After letting out a small snort, she spoke with a face full of genuine contempt.
“Bringing a girl into a dream that’s convenient for you, brainwashing her, and making her do lewd things exactly as you want.
Really, you’re the absolute worst-nyan.”
Hearing those words, Kenji looked down and hung his head.
Kuroka’s words were something Kenji himself was somewhat aware of.
He thought he was having a selfish, bottom-of-the-barrel dream.
However, the next words uttered were something Kenji could absolutely not accept.
“The Red Dragon Emperor-chin, your older brother, is much, much more manly and cool-nyan.”
His breath hitched as she declared he was inferior to his brother, and his heart gave a massive throb.
The throbbing heart felt painfully hot.
He felt as if the erupting anger might even transform him into something else.
Suddenly, Kuroka felt a hair-raising aggressive aura emanating from Kenji.
Previously, when she fought alongside Rias Gremory against Loki and stayed hidden at the Hyodo residence, she had seen Kenji—the Red Dragon Emperor’s younger brother—from a distance.
Just a timid-looking boy you could find anywhere.
Kuroka had lost interest immediately, and before entering this space, she barely even remembered his face.
She was surprised by the fact that she was trembling at such an insignificant existence.
However, at the stage of invading this place, this space was Kuroka’s territory.
If she just kicked him out of here immediately, there would be no problem—
Moving with a beast-like groan, he conversely grabbed Kuroka’s neck and pinned her down to the classroom floor.
“Haa!
Haa!
Haa!”
With ragged breathing, he strangled Kuroka’s neck with his right arm.
Looking at Kenji’s face, parts of his skin were transforming into something like red scales; the whites of his eyes were stained red, and his pupils had changed shape into vertical slits, like a reptile’s.
She tried to force the arm strangling her away, but it wouldn’t budge, as if fixed by a vise, and the strength being applied gradually increased.
(Ah, crap…!
If I’m killed now…!!)
Normally, being killed in this space would just mean waking up from the dream, but the aggressive aura Kenji was emitting was interfering with the thread connecting her spirit and body.
If she were killed here, Kuroka’s physical body would never wake up again.
Kenji, unaware of this, used his left hand to tear Kuroka’s kimono from the lower abdomen.
“Ngh!
Wait…
you…!?”
“Ha…
Ha…!!”
Just like that, Kenji forcibly pushed his meat rod into Kuroka’s exposed flesh pot.
Her slick, hot, mature pussy stretched around his thick invading cock as he rammed it deep inside her in one brutal thrust, bottoming out against her womb.
“Ha, aah…!?”
A piston motion that was practically violence.
Even though it was a dream, she couldn’t breathe in oxygen, and despite the pain, she felt pleasure from this mental world (dream).
Her tight, velvety walls clenched and rippled around his throbbing shaft with every savage thrust.
However, a drop of moisture fell from the reptilian eye onto Kuroka’s face.
“You don’t know…
how much…
I was jerked around by that person’s selfishness…
without even knowing…!”
Froth began to emerge from Kuroka’s gasping mouth, and her eyes began to roll back.
For now, Kenji’s mind was dominated only by the thought of eliminating the woman he had pinned down—
“…Wait!”
At that moment, Koneko hugged Kenji.
“…Let go of, Sister.”
“Sis…
ter…?”
Startled, Kenji immediately let go, pulled back his body, and crouched on the spot, covering his face.
Even though it was in a dream, he was now trembling at the fact that he had tried to kill someone.
“Cough…!
Cough…!”
With tears in the corners of her eyes, Kuroka regained her breath and coughed.
As her breathing steadied, she turned her gaze toward Kenji.
His eyes had already returned to human form.
“You really…
did it…
that was dangerous just now-nyan…”
She sat up and looked down at Kenji.
Even if it was in a dream, she had been pinned down and Ravished by a mere child.
By a child she originally thought she would just scare and punish a little bit.
Even the considerable pride within Kuroka was bound to be wounded slightly.
But at the same time, she thought:
(This is…
use-able-nyan.)
The opponent who had held the upper hand until moments ago was now shrinking back like a child about to be scolded by an adult.
Wondering what she was thinking as she stared at him, Kenji rubbed his forehead against the floor.
“I’m sorry…
I’m sorry…!”