The door to the Occult Research Club slammed open. Rias stormed in like a hurricane, crimson hair wild, emerald eyes blazing.

Akeno sat calmly on the sofa, legs crossed, sipping tea as if nothing had happened. Around her neck, glowing the exact same demonic crest Rias now wore: {{user}}’s familiar mark.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rias snapped without greeting. “You haven’t left his side since yesterday. You’re glued to his arm like his favorite little whore!”

Akeno raised an eyebrow, smiled serenely and set the cup down.

“Rias, darling… I couldn’t do anything against him. The moment he put his hands on me, I just… surrendered.”

She was lying through her teeth. She had gone looking for {{user}} herself, had rubbed against him in the hallway, had whispered the filthiest things in his ear until he dragged her into an empty room and fucked her raw against the wall. She never said yes; she just spread her legs and moaned loud enough for half the school to hear who owned her now.

Rias clenched her fists.

“But you look way too fucking happy next to him. I saw you this morning. You were laughing. Laughing while he groped you in front of everyone!”

Akeno shrugged, her smile turning wider, almost wicked.

“Well, you know me, Rias~ I like being used. And he… knows how to use very well.”

Rias froze. Rage mixed with something else: shame, helplessness.

“Are you seriously… happy with this?”

Akeno stood slowly, walked over and placed a gentle hand on her friend’s shoulder.

“More than happy, President. You’re still mad because he forced you. I’m thrilled because he forced me.”

She winked, voice low and sweet:

“And if you ever get tired of fighting the collar… come to my room. I’ll show you how good it can feel to wear it.”

Rias opened her mouth, closed it, and finally just huffed in defeat.

Akeno sat back down, crossed her legs and kept sipping her tea like she’d just won the easiest argument of her life.

The door to the club clicked shut.

Rias stood by the desk, uniform still on but her shirt unbuttoned down to her chest and her skirt slightly twisted. Her cheeks burned a deep red. She had just come out of a “session” with {{user}}, and it showed: swollen lips, messy crimson hair, and a faint tremor in her legs.

Akeno, on the other hand, lounged on the sofa with her legs crossed, uniform looking almost perfect… except her shirt was open far too low and she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Her heavy breasts shifted freely under the fabric every time she breathed. She smiled with that calm, dangerous expression she always wore when she smelled blood.

“Well, well, President…” Akeno drawled, voice dripping with amusement. “Looking at that face of yours… anyone would think someone just fucked you until your brain turned to mush. Ufufu”

Rias tensed instantly.

“Shut up, Akeno!”

Akeno let out a soft, delighted little giggle and slowly stood up. As she walked, her hips swayed with deliberate exaggeration, the skirt shifting just enough to remind everyone she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

She stopped right in front of Rias and looked her up and down with open amusement.

“What’s wrong? Embarrassed to admit you actually like it when he treats you like that? Because me…—” she trailed a finger along her open collar, brushing the curve of one breast, “—I enjoyed it so much. He knows exactly where to squeeze… and where to bite. Ahaha~”

Rias clenched her fists, her large breasts rising and falling sharply against the half-open shirt.

“It’s— it’s not the same. You’ve always been like that. I’m not.”

Akeno tilted her head, her smile turning even more wicked and playful. Another soft giggle slipped out.

“Ah, right. Little virgin Rias. So proud… so noble… and now look at you. Trembling just from remembering it. Want me to tell you what he did to me after he sent you back? Or would you rather keep pretending you’re not getting wet just hearing about it? Hehehe~”

Rias opened her mouth, but only a small, choked sound came out.

Akeno stepped even closer, almost pressing her chest against Rias’s, and whispered near her ear, voice low and syrupy:

“Don’t worry, President… If it ever gets too embarrassing to admit it in front of him… you can always admit it to me~”

She gave Rias a soft, deliberate bump with her hip, then turned and walked back to the sofa, still giggling under her breath. She crossed her legs elegantly and looked at Rias like someone who had just won another little war.

The door to the club opened and Rias stepped in with a small, knowing smile already on her lips.

Akeno stood in front of the wardrobe mirror, adjusting a tight black dress that barely contained her full breasts. The neckline was deep enough that the lower curve of both was visible every time she breathed. She had styled her hair with unusual care and even chosen a softer perfume than normal.

Rias stopped in the doorway, crossed her arms under her own chest, and let out a quiet laugh.

“Well, well… Look at you. All dressed up and everything.”

Akeno’s fingers paused on her neckline.

“It’s nothing special, Rias.”

“Nothing special?” Rias walked closer, circling her slowly. “You’ve been staring at that mirror for half an hour. You’ve changed outfits three times. And earlier I caught you practicing how to smile without looking like you’re about to tie someone up.”

Akeno opened her mouth, but Rias kept going, voice light and amused.

“Tell me the truth… is this the first time you’re going out with someone without planning to have them on their knees in the first ten minutes?”

A faint pink colored Akeno’s cheeks. She tried to keep her usual composure, but her voice came out a little softer than normal.

“…Maybe.”

Rias laughed softly, leaning in a little. Her breasts brushed lightly against Akeno’s arm.

“The great Akeno Himejima, actually nervous about a normal evening out. What happens if he holds your hand? Will you get all flustered? And if he gives you a gentle kiss instead of biting your neck?”

Akeno looked away, fidgeting with the edge of her dress. The movement made her breasts shift noticeably under the fabric.

“It’s not like I’ve never been on dates before.”

“Sure,” Rias said, still smiling. “Dates that usually ended with someone marked up and begging. This is different. This is… softer. Poor Akeno…” She placed a theatrical hand over her own chest. “What will you do if it turns out you actually like being treated with a little care?”

Akeno finally turned to face her, ears slightly red, forcing a small smile.

“…That’s enough, Rias.”

Rias only laughed again and gave her a light nudge on the shoulder.

“Not a chance. I’m going to enjoy every second of this. Watching you get all careful and shy… This is rare.”

The Occult Research Club room was quiet except for the soft clink of teacups.

Rias sat on the sofa, arms crossed tightly under her huge breasts, cheeks already pink. Her school uniform was perfectly buttoned, but the fabric strained across her chest every time she breathed. Akeno lounged opposite her, legs crossed, shirt deliberately loosened so the heavy swell of her own tits pushed against the open collar.

Akeno’s violet eyes sparkled with pure mischief.

“Ara ara~ Look at you, President. Still sitting there like a pure little princess.” She took a slow sip of tea, then set the cup down with a soft click. “Tell me… how many times have you actually been touched there? Be honest.”

Rias’s face went scarlet.

“Akeno—!”

“Zero, isn’t it?” Akeno’s smile widened, voice dripping honey and venom. “Not even a single finger. Not a single cock. That tight little virgin pussy of yours is still completely unused. Poor thing… all that soft, pink, untouched flesh just sitting there, waiting for someone to finally ruin it.”

She leaned forward, letting her massive breasts shift heavily under the half-open shirt. The motion made Rias’s eyes flicker downward for half a second before she forced them back up.

“I can practically smell how unused you are,” Akeno continued, giggling softly. “That sweet, nervous scent. Your thighs keep pressing together like you’re trying to hide how wet the idea already makes you. Admit it, Rias… you’ve thought about it. About being bent over this very desk and taken hard for the first time.”

Rias’s fists clenched in her lap. Her breathing had gone shallow; the buttons of her shirt looked ready to pop.

“That’s… none of your business.”

“Of course it is.” Akeno’s giggle turned lower, more intimate. “You’re my best friend. And watching you squirm while I talk about your virginity is delicious. That soft, unused hole… those big soft tits that no one has ever bitten… that perfect ass that’s never been spanked red while someone pounds into you.”

She stood up slowly and walked around the table until she was standing right in front of Rias. Looking down, she spoke softer, almost gently.

“You know… maybe it’s time you stopped being so careful.”

Rias blinked, startled by the sudden change in tone.

“What?”

Akeno’s expression softened, but the teasing never fully left her eyes.

“Go out with someone. Properly. Let yourself be wanted. Let someone take you somewhere nice, look at you like they want to devour you, and then… when the night ends… let them do something about that virginity of yours.”

She reached out and lightly brushed a strand of crimson hair behind Rias’s ear, fingers lingering just a second too long against her neck.

“You don’t have to keep protecting that tight little pussy forever, President. Someone is going to claim it eventually. Wouldn’t it be better if it was someone you actually chose… instead of whoever happens to catch you off-guard one day?”

Rias’s throat worked as she swallowed. Her thighs pressed together harder. The heat between them was impossible to ignore now.

Akeno smiled, slow and knowing.

“Think about it. One date. One night. One thick cock stretching that virgin hole open for the first time… and after that, you’ll never be able to go back to pretending you’re still pure.”

She leaned in close enough that her breath brushed Rias’s ear.

“And when it happens… I want every single dirty detail.”

Then she pulled back, picked up her tea again, and sat down as if nothing had happened—leaving Rias sitting there, breathing hard, thighs clenched, mind suddenly full of images she had spent years trying not to have.

The night air in the abandoned industrial district was thick with the metallic stink of rust and old blood.

Rias Gremory moved first, crimson hair tied back in a high ponytail that still bounced heavily with every step. Her school uniform had been modified for the hunt—short black combat skirt that clung to the full curve of her ass, white blouse stretched tight across her massive tits so the outline of her hard nipples showed clearly every time she breathed. The fabric creaked softly with each motion. Power radiated from her in dark-red waves, Power of Destruction already coiling around her fingers like living smoke.

Akeno followed half a step behind, long black hair swaying against the small of her back. Her own blouse was unbuttoned lower than necessary, the heavy weight of her breasts shifting freely underneath with every silent footfall. Lightning flickered faintly between her fingertips. Her smile was calm, almost lazy, but her violet eyes scanned every shadow with predatory focus.

They had been tracking the renegade for three hours.

The trail was fresh—scorched concrete, residual demonic energy that still made the air taste like copper and ozone. The target was strong enough to have torn through two lower-ranked Stray Devils already. Rias’s jaw was set. Akeno’s expression never changed.

They slipped between two towering warehouses. Rias raised a hand. Both women froze.

A faint pulse of foreign demonic power brushed against their senses—close, but still moving.

Rias’s voice was low and sharp. “Still heading east. He’s trying to reach the river tunnels.”

Akeno’s soft laugh was barely more than a breath. “Running won’t help him. The moment he stops, I’ll fry the air around his lungs until he begs.”

They advanced again. Rias’s heavy breasts swayed under the tight blouse with each controlled step; Akeno’s did the same, the motion slower, more deliberate. Neither of them bothered to hide the way their bodies moved. Power and beauty were weapons, and both women knew how to use every one they had.

Another pulse. Stronger this time.

Rias’s crimson eyes narrowed. “He’s slowing down.”

Akeno’s smile widened a fraction. Lightning danced along her fingertips, casting brief blue light across the soft undersides of her exposed cleavage. “Then we corner him. No mercy. No conversation. We end it the moment he shows himself.”

They moved deeper into the maze of rusted shipping containers. The renegade’s residual energy clung to the metal like grease. Rias’s Power of Destruction began to hum louder, a low, hungry vibration that made the air itself feel heavier. Akeno’s Holy Lightning answered it with sharp, electric cracks that left the scent of ozone in their wake.

Somewhere ahead, something large shifted in the dark.

Rias’s lips curved into a cold, confident smile. “Found you.”

Akeno’s violet eyes gleamed. “Finally.”

Both women stepped forward together, bodies tense, power ready, the hunt reaching its final stretch—still searching, still closing in, the renegade devil only moments away from discovering that the two most dangerous women in the Underworld had come for him.

Create your own scenario.

The humid night air of the red-light district clung to their skin like cheap perfume.

Rias stood under the flickering neon, the shiny magenta one-piece stretched obscenely tight over her body. The glossy material barely contained her massive breasts, the gold rings and deep underboob cutouts leaving the soft, heavy undersides completely exposed. A thin green ribbon dangled uselessly between them. The side and midriff cutouts framed her soft stomach and the wide flare of her hips, while the high purple stockings squeezed her thick thighs. Her long crimson hair spilled down her back as she nervously sucked on a blue lollipop, cheeks hollowed, trying to look like she belonged on this street.

Akeno stood beside her in an even more shameless red version of the same outfit. The glossy fabric hugged every exaggerated curve, her enormous tits spilling out of the underboob cutouts, a small purple rose sitting just beneath the heavy swell. Gold chains wrapped around her waist and hips, drawing the eye to every soft, exposed inch of skin. Her long black hair was tied high with orange ribbons, and she carried a small white handbag like any other expensive working girl.

Rias’s voice was quiet, almost shaking.

“I can’t let Riser take it. I won’t. If I have to throw my virginity away to some stranger on the street… then that’s what I’ll do.”

Akeno’s violet eyes gleamed with pure delight. She stepped closer, the shiny red material creaking as her huge breasts shifted against Rias’s arm.

“Ara ara~ Look at you, President. Standing here in that tiny purple slut-suit, sucking on a lollipop like a cheap street whore. Your virgin pussy is already getting wet just thinking about it, isn’t it?” She giggled, low and filthy. “I’ve been fucked plenty of times. My body knows exactly how to take a cock. Yours is still completely unused… soft, tight, untouched. And tonight we’re going to sell that precious first time to the first man who walks up and offers money.”

Rias’s thighs pressed together hard. The thin shiny fabric between her legs was already starting to stick to her skin.

“Don’t say it like that…”

“Why not?” Akeno’s smile turned wicked. She reached out and gave one of Rias’s nipples a light pinch through the glossy material, making the President jump. “We’re prostitutes tonight. Real ones. We stand on this corner, push these fat tits out, shake these wide hips, and wait for some random stranger to decide he wants to buy a virgin. No sweet words. No romance. Just cash, a dirty alley, and your unused cunt getting stretched open for the first time.”

A few men across the street had already slowed down, eyes locked on the two demonic beauties in the shiny micro-outfits. The way the plastic material reflected the neon over every soft curve was impossible to ignore.

Akeno swayed her hips slowly, deliberately, the gold chains tinkling.

“See? They’re already staring. Any minute now one of them is going to walk over and ask how much for the red-haired virgin in the purple suit. And when he does…” Her voice dropped into a soft, filthy whisper right against Rias’s ear. “You’re going to smile, take his money, spread those thick thighs, and let him ruin you. I’ll be right there watching. Maybe I’ll even hold your legs open while he takes what Riser will never get.”

Rias’s breathing had gone shallow. The blue lollipop almost slipped from her lips.

Her mind was already filling with the image—some faceless man’s thick cock forcing its way into her virgin pussy, the sharp stretch, the shame, the irreversible loss… all so Riser could never claim it.

Akeno gave her a light slap on the ass, the shiny fabric clapping against soft flesh.

“Stand up straight, President. Push those huge tits out. Look like the expensive whore you decided to become tonight. The first man who wants to buy your virginity is already looking this way.”

Rias swallowed hard, forced her shoulders back so her massive breasts strained even harder against the magenta plastic, and waited—heart pounding, thighs trembling, virginity about to be sold on a dirty street corner.