Chapter 320 - It's Her Turn!! [18+]
The next morning, after breakfast, Mahiro informed Rias and the others, then headed to Torii Shrine alone.
As the shrine's caretaker, Akeno had risen early to prepare for Michael's arrival, setting up protective spells to ensure safety.
An incident involving Michael at the shrine would have severe repercussions, though the likelihood was slim.
Mahiro used teleportation magic to arrive at the mountain's base.
Looking up, he saw a long, wide staircase stretching to the shrine. At its summit stood a weathered red building—Torii Shrine.
Sensing the teleportation magic, Akeno emerged from the shrine. Spotting Mahiro, a radiant smile lit her face.
"Mahiro-kun," she called, descending the steps with a graceful leap. She linked her arm with his, pressing close with familiar affection, her body warm against his.
"You're not in your usual miko outfit today," Mahiro remarked, glancing at her with a faint smile.
Akeno wore a shrine maiden outfit, but it was bolder than her typical attire, less traditional and more like a provocative cosplay. Paired with her striking figure, it clashed with the shrine's solemnity, exuding a daring allure.
"I wore it just for you," Akeno said, delighted he'd noticed. Her tone turned playful. "What do you think? Does it suit me?"
Mahiro nodded approvingly.
"Glad you like it," Akeno whispered, leaning close to his ear. "I have other outfits at home. Want me to show you sometime?"
She guided him into the shrine, still holding his arm. Inside, the shrine was pristine, a stark contrast to its aged exterior. The main hall was sparse, with only a worship platform, simple and unadorned.
"Sit for a bit, Mahiro-kun," Akeno said casually. "Want something to drink?"
"No thanks," Mahiro replied, shaking his head. "When's Michael arriving?"
"Soon," Akeno said, her smile turning mischievous. "But let's get to the real matter."
"Real matter?" Mahiro echoed, puzzled.
Before he could react, Akeno pushed him down onto the floor from his cross-legged position.
"Want to try something here?" Akeno asked, her voice a sultry whisper, tempting as a devil's promise.
Mahiro caught her meaning instantly.
"Let's hold off. It'd be awkward if Michael showed up," he said, tempted but cautious. A meeting with Michael loomed, and being caught in such a moment would be mortifying.
"I arranged to meet Michael at five this afternoon," Akeno said, smiling slyly. "It's only morning. We have plenty of time."
Mahiro's eyes narrowed, catching her scheme.
"I had no choice," Akeno said, feigning a pout. "Rias keeps you on such a tight leash. If I'm not careful, I'll never get you alone. Even Koneko and Asia get closer to you, while I'm stuck on the sidelines."
"You do provoke her constantly," Mahiro said, amused.
"She's always hogging you," Akeno retorted, her pout giving way to a triumphant grin. "But this? Sneaking you to the shrine behind her back? It's thrilling, don't you think?"
Her face lit with excitement, relishing the secrecy.
Mahiro didn't hesitate further.
With time assured, he gave in to the moment, savoring the forbidden thrill.
Akeno's eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his neck.
"You're mine for now, Mahiro-kun," she purred, her voice dripping with that sultry confidence that made her so dangerously irresistible.
She pressed her body against his, the shrine maiden outfit hugging her figure in a way that left little to the imagination.
Mahiro's hands found her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush.
He tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.
Their tongues tangled, urgent and messy, as Akeno let out a soft moan into his mouth, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders.
The kiss deepened, her lips moving with a desperate edge, and Mahiro could feel her heart racing against his chest.
She tasted sweet, like forbidden fruit, and the way she pressed herself closer made his cock stir in his pants.
Akeno broke the kiss, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she sank to her knees, her hands already working.
"Let's see what you're hiding."
She unzipped his pants, freeing his hardening cock, and her eyes lit up with delight.
"Oh, Mahiro-kun, you're already so eager for me."
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking slowly.
Mahiro groaned, his head tilting back as she leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting over the tip.
Akeno's tongue flicked out, licking the head with deliberate slowness, savoring his reaction.
She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around him, and the wet heat made his hips buck instinctively.
She hummed in approval.
The squelch of her mouth, slick with saliva, filled the quiet shrine, and Mahiro gripped her hair, guiding her rhythm.
"Fuck, Akeno."
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with that signature mix of innocence and depravity, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder.
She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the tip, then plunged down again, her throat tight around him.
Mahiro's grip tightened.
He pulled her up, her lips glistening as she pouted playfully.
"What's wrong? Couldn't handle me?" she teased, but Mahiro pushed her back against the shrine's polished floor, her legs spreading instinctively as he settled between them.
His hands roamed her body, tugging at the hem of her outfit until it rode up, exposing her thighs and the damp patch on her panties.
"You're soaked already," Mahiro smirked as he slid her panties down, revealing her glistening pussy.
Akeno bit her lip, her cheeks flushing, but her eyes dared him to keep going.
He positioned himself, rubbing the tip of his cock against her slick folds, teasing her until she squirmed.
"Mahiro-kun, don't make me beg," she whined, her voice equal parts playful and needy.
He thrust into her and Akeno's moan echoed through the shrine.
Her pussy was tight, wet, and warm, gripping him as he set a steady rhythm.
Their bodies moved together, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, the wet slap of skin against skin mixing with her breathy moans.
"Yes, Mahiro, just like that," she gasped.
Mahiro pulled back slightly, his hand coming down to slap her butt with a sharp crack.
Akeno yelped, her eyes widening before a delighted grin spread across her face.
"Naughty boy," she purred, arching her back to push her ass higher.
He slapped her again, harder, the sound reverberating as her flesh jiggled under his hand.
"Harder," she demanded, and he obliged, spanking her until her ass was pink and she was moaning louder, her pussy clenching around his cock with each hit.
He flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees, her ass in the air.
Mahiro gripped her hips, thrusting into her from behind, the new angle making her cry out.
Her pussy squelched with every thrust, her juices dripping down her thighs as he pounded into her.
"Fuck, Akeno, you're so tight," he growled, slapping her butt again, watching it bounce with each impact.
She pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, her moans turning into desperate gasps.
Mahiro leaned forward, his hands sliding up to cup her massive breasts, barely contained by her outfit.
He pulled the fabric down, her tits spilling out, heavy and soft.
He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.
"God, your boobs are ridiculous," he teased between sucks, his voice muffled against her skin.
"Like you're feeding me or something."
Akeno moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked like a starving child, her nipples hardening under his tongue.
"M-Mahiro-kun, you're so greedy," she stuttered, her voice thick with pleasure.
He moved to the other nipple, sucking and nibbling until she was trembling, her pussy tightening around his cock as he kept thrusting.
Akeno's moans grew louder.
In a bold move, she reached back, her fingers grazing his butt, squeezing playfully.
Mahiro raised an eyebrow, surprised but amused.
"Oh, you're gonna play like that?" he said, his voice low.
He responded by pounding her even harder, the force making her cry out in ecstasy.
His fingers trailed down, teasing her asshole, and Akeno gasped, her body tensing.
"Mahiro!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and pleasure.
He smirked, circling the tight ring with his finger before pushing in slightly.
"It's dirty," she protested, her cheeks flushing red, but her hips didn't stop moving against him.
"Not if it's yours," Mahiro said smoothly, his voice dripping with confidence.
Akeno's blush deepened, her eyes fluttering as he pushed his finger in again, deeper this time, while still fucking her pussy.
"You like that, don't you?" he teased, feeling her clench around him.
"Mahiro-kun, you're so bad," she moaned, but her voice was thick with arousal.
"Can you… blindfold me?" she asked suddenly.
Mahiro's smirk widened. He grabbed a strip of cloth from her discarded outfit, tying it gently over her eyes.
"Oh, Akeno, you're full of surprises."
With her blindfolded, the dynamic shifted.
Akeno's breaths came faster, her body more responsive to every touch.
Mahiro pushed her down onto her back again, spreading her legs wide.
He teased her pussy with his cock, rubbing it against her clit until she was whimpering, then thrust into her hard.
The blindfold heightened her senses, and her moans turned into cries as he fucked her with relentless intensity.
"Harder, Mahiro-kun, please," she begged.
Mahiro grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, his other hand spanking her ass as he pounded into her.
The squelch of her wet pussy filled the air, her body arching under him as she neared her climax.
He leaned down, biting her neck lightly, leaving marks that would fade by the time Michael arrived.
Akeno's body tensed, her moans echoing through the shrine.
"Mahiro!" she cried, her voice breaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
He didn't stop, fucking her through her orgasm, his own release building.
With a final thrust, he came inside her, groaning as her pussy milked him dry.
Akeno pulled off the blindfold, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
"You're too good at this, Mahiro-kun," she said, her voice playful as she traced a finger down his chest.
"But don't think I'm done with you yet."
Mahiro chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"We've got until five, right? Plenty of time."
The shrine fell quiet again by four in the afternoon. Akeno switched to a traditional miko outfit, her earlier boldness replaced by solemnity. With a wave, she cast a magic circle to erase any traces on the floor.
"Want something to eat? I'll grab some," Akeno offered. Neither had eaten lunch, and despite the intensity, Akeno's robust physique left her unfazed, eager to make up for lost time. Hunger was setting in.
Mahiro nodded.
Akeno soon returned with food, and after eating, they waited. The appointed time with Michael approached.
Golden light filled the main hall, infusing it with a sacred aura. Feathers of light drifted down, and a radiant figure emerged amidst wings—Michael.
"We meet again, Red Dragon Emperor," Michael said, his twelve golden wings folding as he greeted Mahiro and Akeno with a warm smile.
"Lord Michael, what's the purpose of this meeting?" Mahiro asked directly.
He also had business with Michael. Their last encounter had ended abruptly, leaving no time to discuss the church trio.
Mahiro intended to request adjustments to Heaven's system, ensuring Asia, Xenovia, and Irina could pray without backlash due to their devil status.
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