Chapter 9: High School girls

One of the boys was the same foolish-looking boy as before. The other boy had a feminine face with tearful eyes and blonde hair that reached his shoulders. He had a slender physique and exuded an air of lightness. While he didn't openly show his emotions, he observed me with his pale blue eyes, ready to react.

The four girls, without exception, were exceptional.

There was a gentle-looking busty girl with long, glossy black hair tied in a ponytail. Were her breasts as big as Grayfia's? The mass pushing up her white blouse was truly impressive, and I decided I would taste her later. I glanced at her healthy, well-shaped thighs that stretched straight down as she stood against the wall, and she responded with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

I shifted my gaze to the sofa. There sat a petite girl with white hair that reached her shoulders. She had a petite body, and a hair accessory in the shape of a deformed black cat's face accentuated her youthfulness. Despite her young appearance, her face was remarkably well-defined. She would make a perfect plaything.

Next, there was a blonde, long-haired girl who appeared frightened, hiding behind the foolish-looking boy's body. She had an elegant appearance that evoked a protective instinct. With her beautiful blonde hair, it was hard to tell from her clothes, but she seemed to have a good figure. She emitted an air of innocence, unaware of impurity.

Finally, there was a crimson girl seated in a chair at a desk, with a painting hanging on the wall behind her. Her dignified facial features were breathtaking, and her deep blue eyes radiated strength and determination. She possessed a glamorous beauty and carried herself as if it were natural. Her name was Rias Gremory, my fiancée.

Rias and the devil boys and girls who served her. Each of them displayed various emotions, but what they had in common was wariness toward the foreign presence. Some exuded an intimidating aura, as if black energy would seep out from their backs at any moment, while others, like Rias, frowned.

The atmosphere was far from welcoming.

"Riser, what are you doing here?"

Rias, filled with quiet anger, approached us from her chair. Her gaze focused on the hand I had placed on Grayfia's shoulder. Without panicking, I let go of Grayfia's shoulder and stood beside her, slipping my hand into my pants pocket.

"Grayfia, what was that all about? Why is Riser holding your shoulder?"

Rias redirected her attention to Grayfia.

There was nothing strange about using an informal address without honorifics. Grayfia Lucifuge was a maid of the Gremory family, which Rias belonged to. Rias wouldn't use honorifics when talking to her maid. Well, for Rias, Grayfia was not just a maid but also had a slightly complicated position, but that didn't concern me.

"If my brother were to see this..."

It had nothing to do with me, but the conversation seemed to be taking a strange turn.

I thought it was troublesome, but I decided to use my ability.

The range was the entire room. Just to be safe, I expanded it even further.

I diffused my consciousness throughout the entire former school building of Kuoh Academy, where the Occult Research Club's clubroom was located. In an instant, the old-fashioned exterior surrounded by woods was covered in the minds of those present, unfolding as if it were an actual scene I witnessed.

Except for Grayfia, who was being questioned by Rias.

"Ah..."

Whose voice was that? I heard the faint voice of a girl, and the atmosphere in the room changed.

"It's not a problem, right...? Holding someone's shoulder is just a 'greeting' after all..."

Rias, who was questioning Grayfia, tilted her head.

Seeing that, Grayfia took her gaze off Rias and looked at me.

An intimidating presence that could make some people cower. She was probably trying to hold back. But it didn't work on me. I was accustomed to people's hostility. I let it pass through me like a gentle breeze and walked past Grayfia and Rias, heading towards the sofa.

I sat opposite the white-haired girl and called out to Rias and the others.

"For now, let's sit and talk, shall we?"

Rias reluctantly nodded in response to my words.

After briefly introducing myself to Rias's servants, I sat deeply in the center of the sofa, embracing the two beautiful girls with both hands. Rias on my right and a golden-haired girl named Asia Argento On my left. With the palms of my hands, I firmly grasped their chests over their uniforms.

Both had nice breasts. Rias not only had size but also a strong firmness that would bounce back fingers, providing a satisfying feeling when squeezed. Asia, although not as noticeable, had a good figure, and it was worth messing around with her soft breasts.

"Ah... uhh..."

Asia let out a small voice as she looked at her cleavage being held by me. Her trembling eyes alternated between her cleavage and my face, but in the end, she blushed and moved her hand towards my crotch.

Asia's hand was now stroking the bulging shaft of my erect member over my pants. It seemed like it was her first time touching a man through clothes, and she reacted with a timid and fearful expression.

"Does it feel good?"

"Ah, thank you."

And Rias was also stroking my crotch along with Asia. Although not as skillful as Asia, she touched my crotch with an unfamiliar touch, gently kneading the excitement of my penis. Her attitude and expression were not admirable.

"What's wrong with you, Rias? You've been acting strange since earlier."

"It's nothing, really."

It wasn't that she questioned her own actions just now, but she simply didn't like me. Her hand continued to move, with Asia's fingertips frequently brushing against mine, contributing to the arousal of my member. I tightened the grip of my hand that was holding her breast as a gesture of reciprocity, but while Asia, who was sensitive to touch, responded, Rias remained with a serious expression.

"Can't you greet me with a smile a little more?"

When I said that, Rias let out a big sigh.

"It's not just about greetings. Please tell me your intentions."

Finally, Rias and I faced each other. Meanwhile, with her right hand, she was unzipping my pants.

"Excuse me..."

Asia started to undo the belt of my pants. Rias also helped, and when both the pants and zipper were released, they both pulled my pants down to my feet.

My exposed underwear. Asia cautiously touched it with her hand and lowered it like my pants.

"Eek..."

Asia let out a small scream. I wondered what happened, but it was nothing. It was my erect cock that sprang out forcefully after being freed from the pants. It seemed like she let out a scream upon seeing its intimidating appearance.

"You should already know the purpose."

"I refused. I have no intention of marrying anyone yet."

Rias said discontentedly as she entangled her white fingers around my member. I thought she would grab it tightly and apply pressure, but Rias' hand remained gentle as she continued to stroke the surface of the flesh from the base with care.

A good 'greeting.'

"Asia, since you're 'greeting' the 'cock,' please take care of the 'balls.'"

"Yes, President..."

As instructed by Rias, Asia reached out her hand towards my testicles with a red face and gently poked them with her fingertips. My testicles were large, and they must have appeared intimidating to Asia, along with my dick. However, in this space where it was unacceptable to neglect the 'greeting,' hesitation couldn't be allowed.

"Asia."

"Yes, umm!"

Prompted by Rias' gentle voice, Asia gathered her courage and enveloped my testicles with her hand. Carefully, she lifted up the heavy, darkened testicles with one hand and gently caressed them with the other, as if petting them. Her pink nails stood out against the wrinkles and crevices of the testicles, tracing over them as if removing any dirt.

As I watched Asia, I felt someone's gaze.