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Chapter 289 (R-18) ~ Albedo’s Affection

The gentle mist of the hotspring greeted them as they entered the private onsen nestled within the inner gardens of their estate. Steam rose in soft tendrils from the crystal-clear waters, curling in the moonlight that streamed down through the open roof above. Lanterns cast a warm, golden glow across the polished stone floor and bamboo-lined walls, bathing the space in a dreamlike calm.

To the side of the hot spring stood a row of shower stations, designed for pre-bath cleansing. Beneath each showerhead, four elegant 500ml glass bottles with pump dispensers were meticulously arranged from right to left: shampoo, conditioner, face wash, and body soap. 

Each bottle bore the emblem of a legendary luxury brand known only to the elite—its products exclusive to members of society’s uppermost echelons. These particular items were even rarer than that, no longer available on the market. Only ten sets of each product had ever been sold, fetching prices upwards of a million dollars apiece at auction.

And yet, here they were—lined up generously for daily use by the estate’s residents, a quiet display of unparalleled wealth and indulgence.

Yuuji sat upon a smooth cypress stool before one of the showerheads, his chiseled, divine physique exposed under the gentle light, save for a single soft white velvet towel draped loosely over his manhood. Every sculpted line of his body was on full display, a vision of masculine perfection—laid bare for Albedo’s captivated eyes to admire without restraint.

Light, wet footsteps approached slowly from behind him.

Albedo approached—already undressed, her flawless figure wrapped in a similarly-sized towel that only managed to cover her most sensitive parts. Her raven-black hair flowed down her back like a waterfall of night, catching the soft glow of the lanterns, while her golden eyes shimmered with affection and something deeper.

She knelt behind him without a word, her hands gently resting on his broad shoulders. For a moment, she simply leaned forward, her cheek brushing his back, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You carry so much weight, my love…” she whispered. “Let me bear it with you, even if only for tonight.”

Her words were soft, but they carried the strength of her devotion.

Yuuji opened his eyes and reached up to gently touch her hand, squeezing it with warmth.

“You already do, Albedo. More than you know.”

She smiled behind him—softly, sweetly—before picking up a small wooden pail of warm water. Slowly, she poured it over his shoulders, watching as rivulets ran down his sculpted frame, steam rising from his skin.

She lathered her hands with fragrant soaps and began to wash him, her touch delicate yet purposeful. Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles with a lover’s reverence, kneading away tension as she moved down his back, across his shoulders, then over his arms. Her towel slipped ever so slightly, revealing more of her pale, flawless skin, but she paid it no mind.

“You’re so powerful… Beyond even my imagination.” she breathed. “But even gods need to rest.”

Yuuji closed his eyes again, allowing himself to relax fully under her care. There was no one else in the world who could soothe him like this. Her presence, her scent, her warmth—it all felt like home.

Then, a warm, soft, and slippery sensation pressed against his strong back, and a pair of lithe, white, slender arms wrapped around his chest, holding him tightly in her embrace. 

“My love~” She whispered with a breathy and sultry voice directly to his ears “I shall ease all your fatigue and burden with my body~ Please enjoy this body I’ve devoted to you to the fullest~”

Albedo began moving, slowly at first, letting Yuuji enjoy the sensation of her soap-lathered breasts against his back. 

She had long since become aroused, since the moment Yuuji returned and appeared before her. Her pink, perky nipples had been hard since the beginning, and now, rubbing against his back, she was hit with a constant wave of stimulation that sent shivers down her spine and tingles to her womb. Even more so when she knew that her beloved had naturally noticed it as well.

“Albedo…”

It wasn’t long before the towel that covered his lower half now hung low on top of a tall, massive pole beneath it. 

“Mmn~ My love~”

She licked her pink luscious lips as she eyed it with hungry eyes, like a starved predator before the most luxurious meaty feast. 

The pair of lithe, slender arms that had been tracing his body slowly moved towards his manhood. Then, she grasped it firmly, ever so gently, with one hand above the other and began stroking it up and down its whole majestic length. 

“Ahh…”

His hot sigh sounded like the most beautiful music to Albedo’s ears, stimulating her eagerness to please her beloved even more. 

“My love~ Please enjoy my hands~”

With the soap acting as lubricant, Albedo’s hands glide freely along the shaft, grasping it with just the right amount of strength as she squeezed and pleased her beloved. 

“Ah… It feels good...”

“Fufufu~ I’m glad you like it~”

Yuuji turned his head to the side, and even without words, she understood her beloved’s desire and offered her lips. 

It was a chaste, loving kiss, which soon turned even more passionate as they began tasting exploring each other’s mouth with their tongue. 

With her breasts pressed against his back, Albedo’s hands continued to stroke her beloved as their lips and tongue continued competing on who could express their love more than the other. 

But even after a while, the result was a draw as they slowly separated from the kiss. 

“Next, let me wash your manhood~”

She circled around to his front, her towels covering the little parts of her body long gone, and knelt down before him. 

Her hands, which had wielded weapons of great destruction that had vanquished countless foes and powerful shields that had protected Nazarick from invaders as its Guardian Overseer, then grabbed her chest, struggling to fully lift up her soapy breasts which overflowed from between her fingers. 

But before it slipped off her hands, she had achieved her purpose and wrapped her beloved’s majestic manhood between them. 

“Mmchu~ Fufu~ A kiss of devotion to my love’s penis~ Mchuu~ Chuu~”

Yuuji gritted his teeth as Albedo buried his dick in between her soapy chest and teased his tip with such loving kisses. 

And soon, Albedo seemed to be unable to hold back anymore. 

The generous length that still poked out of her mountainous breasts was stuffed into her mouth, licked, sucked, and pleasured with the skills of a sex demoness that she was. 

Meanwhile, her breasts bounced around his dick, exerting continuous pressure as she seemingly tried to squeeze it and release her beloved’s thick, delicious, baby batter into her hungry mouth. 

It wasn’t long before she was rewarded for her devoted act of love. 

“Albedo…!”

“Mmmphhfff!”

Thick ropes of cum burst into her mouth, instantly causing some to overflow from the corners of her lips. 

But as his, firstly, devoted wife, and second, a succubus, Albedo would never let her beloved’s baby matter and cum to be wasted. 

She immediately gulped down everything that had been shot into her mouth, before plunging deeper, taking in more of his penis so that every subsequent burst of cum was shot directly into her throat. 

“Aah… Hah… Hah…”

A few minutes passed before Yuuji finally released the final burst of his cum directly into her throat. 

And slowly, Albedo slide his dick out of her mouth, cleaning every single inch of his length meticulously with her tongue while lapping and sucking up all the remaining cum from his urethra. 

“Mnnnaah~ Thank you very much for your delicious seed, my love~”

She kissed the tip of his penis, still standing tall and proud, and smiled brightly to her beloved. 

“My love,” she said, rising and extending a hand toward him. “Shall we enter the water together?”

“Ah… Let’s go, Albedo.”

They stepped into the spring, the hot water enveloping them in comforting heat. Albedo sat beside him, her hair tied into a bun. Her towel now soaked and nearly sheer, clinging to her generous curves. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, her arm looping through his.

“I cherish these quiet moments with you…” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “No battles. No politics. Just you and me… in a little world of our own.”

Yuuji turned and kissed her temple, then her cheek, then her lips—slowly, lingeringly. She responded with equal tenderness, her lips parting slightly as her fingers traced the line of his jaw.

The kiss deepened.

Steam curled around them as their bodies drew closer, heat from the water mingling with the rising warmth between them. Albedo’s hands slid over his chest, feeling the strength beneath her fingertips, her breathing quickening slightly.

“Yuuji… My love… ” she whispered, eyes half-lidded, “Will you let me love you tonight… not as a guardian… but as your woman?”

He pulled her into his lap, cradling her lovingly, his forehead resting against hers.

“Always.”

Their silhouettes disappeared deeper into the mist, where soft whispers and tender sighs melted into the sound of flowing water and rustling bamboo—two souls entangled in a night of love, warmth, and quiet devotion.

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“Azazel, I’m heading back.”

“What? Oi, wai—!”

Before the Governor General of the Fallen Angels could finish, Vali vanished in a flash of teleportation magic, a devil's summoning circle glowing beneath his feet. His lips curled into a smirk, eyes gleaming with exhilaration—echoes of his recent battle still fresh in his mind.

Azazel slowly lowered the hand he had extended to stop him, letting out a long, weary sigh.

“Seriously... I’m getting too old for this.”

Vali reappeared in the hidden headquarters of his team. His sudden arrival startled the only occupant lounging inside.

“Oh, Vali-nyaa~ Welcome ba—wait, what happened to you?!”

Kuroka, who had been lazily sprawled on the couch, shot to her feet. Her usually sleepy, half-lidded eyes widened in shock as they scanned Vali’s appearance.

“Hm? Oh, this?” Vali glanced at his torn and dirt-smeared clothes, brushing some ash from his shoulder. “Heh. I ran into someone... interesting in that little town.”

Still caught in thoughts of his clash with the mysterious Mordred, his response came absentmindedly as he strolled into the kitchen for a glass of water.

He seemed completely unconcerned about the state of his clothes—his battle-worn pants were ripped in places, and his coat was in tatters. Yet, strangely enough, he bore not a single wound. Not a scratch or bruise. Only his outfit had taken the damage.

Kuroka blinked, confused. It was clear he’d been in a fierce fight, but his body was unscathed.

“Interesting? Don’t tell me... was it the Red Dragon Emperor?”

She quickly connected the dots—Vali’s rare excitement, the condition of his clothes, and his return from Kuoh, where her little sister currently resided. It had to be a battle. And given the history of the two legendary dragon emperors, it was a logical guess.

Vali looked more serious and energized than usual, so it had to be someone powerful. Yet, he was unharmed. That could only mean his opponent wasn’t strong enough to hurt him.

So, it was just the Red Dragon Emperor—disappointing. She relaxed slightly, no longer alarmed. Vali had simply found his destined rival, a curiosity she had little personal interest in.

That was, until Vali clarified.

“Ah, I did confirm the Red Dragon Emperor is in Kuoh. But he’s not the one I found interesting.”

Kuroka’s brow rose. Her cat ears twitched slightly, and she tilted her head.

“He’s... very interesting. And powerful. More powerful than Azazel. He beat me to the ground—even when I was in my Balance Breaker. He erased all of Azazel’s attacks without breaking a sweat. And then... he healed me. Fully. Just like that. And disappeared without a trace.”

“W-What?!” Kuroka gasped. “Who is it?! Someone from the Khaos Brigade? A devil? An angel?”

Vali only shook his head and sipped his water.

“I don’t know…”

“Huh…? You… don’t know?”

“Yeah,” he said with a sigh, setting the glass down. “He wore a mask. Never used any magic either. I’ve got no idea how he blocked Azazel’s light spears. All I know is the name he gave me.”

He turned toward Kuroka, his silver eyes glinting.

“Mordred. That’s what he calls himself.”

“Mordred…”

Kuroka furrowed her brows in thought. But then, her golden eyes sharpened with resolve. A magic circle began forming beneath her feet.

“I’m heading out!”

Vali watched as she moved to leave and let out a resigned sigh.

“...Be careful. Don’t provoke him. He’s not someone you can handle.”

“I know! I’m not a battle-crazy idiot like you!”

With a huff, she stepped into the completed circle. Her voluptuous figure, wrapped in a barely-there black kimono, shimmered and vanished with the light of teleportation.

She had a new mission—uncover the identity of this “Mordred,” and determine whether he was a threat to her beloved little sister.

‘I won’t let some dangerous freak get anywhere near Shirone-chan!’