“So, what are you planning?”
“Planning what~?”
The silver-haired young man continued his questioning, not seeming particularly offended by the silver-haired middle-aged man’s playful attitude.
“The magic tool you took without permission and gave to the Sekiryuutei’s younger brother.”
At the young man’s words, the middle-aged man let out a small sound as if he had just remembered.
“Nothing really~.
It’s just that the kid who ended up in the hospital because of his big brother’s ripple effect was so pi-ti-ful~.
I just wanted to comfort him a little, you know?”
He spat out words that didn’t sound sincere at all.
In the first place, the one who incited those children to attack Kenji Hyodo, the Sekiryuutei’s brother, was the man playing around in front of him.
“Well, whatever.
It’s not like it’s a valuable item to us anyway, right?”
The tool given to Kenji was not something they would miss.
It was equivalent to forcing scrap metal on him.
“I wonder if it depends on how it’s used~?”
“Sigh…”
The young man didn’t react to the middle-aged man’s vague words.
“A dream is just a dream.
But the strength of one’s feelings can sometimes affect the physical body, can’t it?”
For example, if one believes from the bottom of their heart that they have suffered a burn, there are cases where an actual burn scar appears.
That thing is a tool that can connect, interfere with, and influence people’s spirits.
In exchange, if the owner’s will is weak, they will suffer the damage instead.
“I’ve made various other adjustments too~?
Either way, it’s just a way to kill time.
For now, I hope he enjoys himself during the tutorial…”
From his perspective, it didn’t matter if Kenji Hyodo didn’t move, but it would be interesting if he stirred things up for Rias Gremory’s camp.
And if that spread to others, it would be the best.
“In short, it’s a lottery.
If it doesn’t hit, you just drop your shoulders a bit and it’s over.
The bigger the jackpot, the happier you are!
Now then!
I wonder just how many prize tiers that boy will entertain me with.
Ah-hyahyahyahya!?”
In an unfamiliar forest, Koneko was running around alone.
She was already out of breath, and her leg movements had slowed to the speed of a fast walk.
(…Something is wrong.
Why am I so…!)
There was no way her breathing should be this ragged just from running a bit in the forest.
Besides, her leg strength and arm strength had dropped impossibly low.
The question of “Why?” also extended to the outfit she was wearing.
A frilly, childish pink outfit.
In her hand, she held an excessively fancy stick.
It was an outfit reminiscent of a magical girl from an anime.
Without understanding why she was running through the forest in such a costume, Koneko ran as if dragging her weakened body.
Her petite, delicate body—characteristic of the petite white-haired Nekomata with her smooth, pale skin, short bob-cut silver-white hair framing her cute cat-like golden eyes, and her small, almost flat chest that barely filled out the frilly pink top—felt unusually heavy and vulnerable.
The short skirt fluttered around her slim thighs and tight little ass, exposing more of her smooth legs than she was comfortable with.
“…Ts, ah!?”
However, the thing chasing her from behind grabbed her arm holding the stick.
“…Let go!”
She threw punches and kicks in fear, but her power as a Rook was completely gone; she had only the strength of someone her age—no, even less.
The enemy, whose upper face was hidden by a mask, used brute force from the arm he was holding to pin Koneko down to the ground.
“…I-it hurts!?”
A voice leaked out from the pain of her back hitting the ground, and the masked opponent, breathing heavily, hovered over Koneko.
Pinning Koneko’s body down firmly with his weight, he pressed his face against her breasts, which lacked much swelling, from over the outfit.
Her tiny, sensitive nipples poked against the thin fabric of the magical girl costume.
“…Hia!?”
She felt her nipple being stroked through the cloth by a warm, moist sensation of flesh.
It took a moment for her to realize that the masked man’s tongue was licking her chest, leaving wet trails that made the pink fabric cling transparently to her small mounds.
His hot, slippery tongue circled her puffy little nipples repeatedly, sucking and nibbling gently through the soaked cloth, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through her petite frame.
“…Stop it…why is this happening…!”
She twisted her body to try to escape and resist, but it had little meaning, and the caressing continued as it pleased.
The masked face moved upward and tried to steal Koneko’s lips, but she offered a slight resistance by closing her eyes, pursing her lips tight, and turning her face away.
Irritated by Koneko’s action, the man’s mouth moved and he clicked his tongue; then, he raised his upper body and pulled out an erect meat rod from his pants.
The thick, veiny cock throbbed angrily, already leaking precum from the swollen purple head.
“Put it in your mouth and lick it.”
“…Eh?”
She was stunned, her understanding not catching up to what she had been told.
However, she thought the voice sounded younger than expected.
Perhaps losing patience with the motionless Koneko, the masked man grabbed her head and forced the meat rod into her mouth.
“Mgh…
mgh!?
Mmm-!!”
She shook her head to try to escape, but that only caused the rod in her mouth to rub and provide stimulation.
Her soft, warm tongue and the tight, wet confines of her small mouth involuntarily massaged the invading shaft, her rough Nekomata tongue sliding along the underside of his throbbing cock.
“Don’t…
use your teeth…
because I’ll do something much worse…”
Without the leeway to care about the opponent’s childish tone despite the circumstances, he performed a piston motion in Koneko’s mouth, bumping the tip of the meat rod against her throat.
“Ah…!
This is good…!
Your breath is hitting it, the inside of your mouth is warm…
and your tongue is rough, the stimulation is…!”
As her head was being treated like a toy, a sticky liquid was spat out from the meat rod she was holding in her mouth.
Thick ropes of hot semen flooded her mouth, coating her tongue and throat, filling her cheeks until some dribbled from the corners of her lips.
Unable to swallow, she coughed and spat the semen onto the ground as soon as the rod was pulled out.
Watching this, the masked man spread the weakened Koneko’s legs wide and shifted the panties she was wearing to the side, exposing her smooth, hairless pink pussy.
Her puffy little labia were already glistening slightly with unwilling arousal.
The meat rod, which had not gone limp even after ejaculating once, was aligned with Koneko’s crotch.
“…Wait!?”