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Chapter 17: Heated Debacle

Warning: No Loli Nekoshou was harmed or lewded in this chapter. Ecchi situations? Those happened, tho.

"So, you two are just not going to become Devils?"

Reya's visit coincided with the weekend. This was an event that I was calmly waiting for, and that the duo which was being subjected to said question had hoped to 'never deal with'. Sadly for Issei and Saji, that wasn't within their hope's reach. Not when Reya would have been hurt one way or another about their decision.

Where Issei's approach had been expected and somewhat consolidated by my own talks, Saji had tagged along out of respectful thinking. He just didn't see 'tying himself to someone that he wasn't intimately attached to', at least to the level of 'connection' such a contract would demand, viable or even reasonable for him to entertain.

The blond just didn't want to be enslaved to someone, regardless of their 'cuteness and intelligence'.

Issei offered a nervous look, the action mimicked by Saji as both guys tried to look apologetic before a very annoyed Reya. The brunette was reasonably annoyed by this news, but not for the motivation many would draw from the context. To an unaware spectator being granted just the general info on the situation, they would think the girl was just upset she couldn't recruit her friends into her overall faction. But from the eyes of someone like me, the truth was simpler than that and the girl huffed and puffed when I reached out to pat her head to try and soothe her upset mood.

"Heh, you three will still hang out despite that. You really shouldn't put that much worry in that regard."

The brunette wasn't fully convinced of this, but the trio still proceeded to hang out together as they usually would. The only difference at this point was that they were now to train under someone that Azazel was going to coach them. The bastard didn't tell me who, but from the smug tone on the other side of the call I could tell it was someone that was going to be tedious to deal with. Not the worst, but clearly unpleasant in most regards.

The situation itself was, if I have to be honest, truly stupid. The trio was incredibly attached to one another, with Reya having become their 'common sense' and 'down-to-earth' expert when it came to dilemmas. Saji was the smart cookie when it came to scientific matters and Issei was, much to my surprise when compared to his original self, a more street-smart individual.

I was quite sure that was because of the efforts I had put in coaxing him into being more attentive of people. Rather than just being studious with academic matters, I decided to test out his social skills when it came to anything that went out of friendship and romance. And he was good at making acquaintances that could give him some tidbits about rumors and gossip.

It wasn't much since most girls still didn't want to approach guys back at Kuoh Academy, the presence of the Perverted Duo causing many females to just reject guy friends out of principle and concern, but he had a few that he managed to approach and not be beaten by. Not only this allowed him to get some proper source of info, but it gave him Good Rep in the form of these very girls vouching for him in case of any baseless rumors.

"What if Grigori and the Underworld are going through a Diplomatic incident?" Reya inquired, looking up at me. "I read that diplomatic incidents have caused some 'border-settlements' to be forced to undergo rules to not favor a faction or another, even speak with their members for simple things."

I was aware of that circumstance, however I could also tell she made a mistake in that regard. That sort of 'tough posturing' was normally reserved between Hell and Heaven, rarely with Grigori. And those few times Azazel was forced to enact ruthless rulings, it was generally for those cities related to said incidents, never for those that don't bear any correlation with the issues.

"Are you planning to commit a genocide or two?"

The brunette threw me a scandalized look. "W-What? No."

I turned to the boys. "Same for you two?"

"We are not going to go on a murder spree!" Issei blurted out.

"Y-Yeah! Sensei, why the hell would you think that?"

"I don't know," I replied to Saji's comment, turning back to Reya. "Why do you think that there will be a diplomatic incident in Kuoh between Grigori and the Underworld?"

"B-Because it happened before Kaichou and Rias-san took over."

I sighed. "That was between Heaven and Hell. Which was expected for... a couple of reasons."

"That's... wait, what do you mean 'expected'?" Reya pressed back with some confusion.

"Heaven and Hell are the primary foes in the Christian Pantheon. Grigori is a bit more of an antagonistic but potential ally through diplomacy."

"So, in that sense, does this mean that Grigori isn't against Reya's group?" Issei inquired and I hummed.

"We are not enemies. We may have spies trying to pry secret info from each other, but it is expected by the sort of tense alliance situation that our groups are currently in," I replied calmly, turning back to Reya. "So, no. We are not going to war at any point in the near future."

The girl slowly nodded, far from convinced but definitely accepting the situation some more. I mean, the only point she had to push them to join her side was that they would have no barrier to keep them apart. Despite her toughness, Reya was still someone driven by emotions and if she found out that Issei or Saji or even both were hurt in a setting she was unaware of...

Well, I guess that would have made the ground for a worrisome development between Hell and Grigori. Still, none of that was happening right now and I hoped that this sort of behavior was going to be tempered through time and maturity.

Still, after dealing with quite the intense chit-chatting with the trio and getting them to actually be dears and give Asia a tour of the city while enjoying some time together, I finally had the chance to have some fun with Kuroka. It's been a couple of days now that she had been holding back, mentioning that she was once more undergoing her heat.

And before giving her lots and lots of care and love, I had to get some food to fill up the fridge and the cupboards. If these next few days were going to deprive me of the chance to buy groceries at my own pace, I was going to plan ahead and just get all I needed early on rather than leave that issue to grow and cause genuine troubles for us all.

As I left to get back home, I almost tripped when I felt as if someone was following me. At first it was just the feeling of being watched, then my ears caught the soft and distant noise of footsteps right behind me. Every time I would turn around and check for any following party, I would be met with silence and with no one in my general surroundings.

Very creepy, which is why I rushed back home and I told Raynare to go for a patrol around the house and report back for anyone trying to approach it. The Fallen Angel didn't seem to mind stretching a bit outdoors and thus didn't mind going out and looking around for any troublemakers. I had to make several suggestions before she left, lest she tried to cause some real diplomatic issues with her behavior.

Once we were fully alone, Kuroka happily presented her current state of arousal to me as we went to my bedroom. She was completely drenched, her panties leaking sweetness as she had been shivering at the thought of another lengthy and steamy session of lewd. Cock out and mercy left out of the bedroom, the Nekoshou was instantly provided with something to fill up her cold void. Her pussy tightened instantly when my length reached her deepest at the first thrust.

I didn't outright pounded her into a senseless mess, but it was the case after just a couple of minutes of getting her moaning and using her cunt to latch onto my dick that I was giving her the hard paced fucking she wanted out of me. Kuroka was in a world of bliss and I was closely behind while I teased her with lengthy and tongueful kisses, hands trailing at times away from her sides and groping at her bountiful tits.

"M-Mastah~, give me - ah~- a litter or two~!" Kuroka purred as she barraged my neck with kisses and I held her tight and close while drilling her pussy senselessly.

She was mostly gone after roughly an hour of this, her brain melting as I creampied her for the second time, making sure to keep the count going for a little more just so that we were both completely spent and ready for some mid-session cuddling. But just as I began pacing to prepare Creampie n3, Kuroka seemed to suddenly snap out of her pleasure-driven euphoria and... forced me to stop.

"W-Wait. Master, there's ah~... listen."

We didn't outright stop, rather dropped the pace to an abysmal thrusting and yet... I heard it. I heard a muffled noise coming from... behind the door? Kuroka held me from turning around at the source of what felt like moaning and I looked at her with a questioning look.

"Let me try something," She whispered nervously, magic being involved as I saw a bizarre illusion form right beside us while we 'disappeared from sight'. It was us, still fucking and- Oh! We were going to ambush the peeping tom. I nodded at her thinking, and slowly followed her example to put on some clothes while she put on just a shirt, leaving herself exposed as she slowly approached the now partly-open door, ready to pounce at the intruding figure on the other side and-

"Found- Yah~!?" From amused to shocked, Kuroka's sudden tackle at our peeping tom lost some momentum when she saw who it was. A femine yelp came through as I frowned over the sight of someone short getting tackled to the ground by the taller woman and... and the little girl moaned in a somewhat familiar way.

"Nyoh~"

Hold the fuck up. What?

Of all possible intruders- of all potential screw-ups we could have found on the other side, the fact Kuroka was staring at her little sister with wide eyes and a shocked expression on her face just set her off a mad scenario. Especially when she had dropped her clothes to the ground and just had a white shirt that was barely buttoned on.

"S-Shirone-chan?"

"Neechan~!" Koneko replied with a whine. "I want to play too~."

If by 'playing' she meant banging, then the answer was a solid no. Yes, I know- many would find her attractive, and I admit that Koneko had this whole 'pervy but cute' attitude going right now which would get many to get interested in her but... there were two major points that made any arousal or potential boner die when thought about: 1) She was clearly enduring her heat. While that may not sound much, there is a detail about Nekomata's heat cycles in this verse that left their minds in a stage of mental 'drunkenness' and of dubious consent when it came to important decisions. The fact that it was a girl that normally wouldn't do this sort of shit also threw me off the loop in that regard; 2) Context-wise, Kuroka didn't look happy even considering the situation as potential smut. Heck, she was barely responding to the sight due to how traumatic it was.

"Oniichan, want to put a litter in me too~?" Koneko finally asked, purring lustfully and putting me in one of the worst moods possible. Like hell, why was I dealing with that shit?

I blinked, and I could tell Kuroka's attention was partially aimed at me now. Did she expect me to exploit the matter or something? I think that distrust was misplaced and I was going to make it clear with some spanking once we were able to find some privacy after we were done with this BS circumstance.

"That's a no-no, Koneko. Actually, would you like to be called Koneko or Shirone?"

The white-haired Nekoshou giggled. "Shirone-chan~!"

"Well, Shirone-chan, I can't do that for many reasons. However I think your sister wouldn't mind if we moved to the living room and you get some ear-scratches for those pretty ears of yours while we try to help you through your current situation, okay?"

Golden eyes flickered between annoyance at not getting 'mated', and then intrigue at getting her kitty ears treated to some affection. In the end, the chance of being given some delight was more than having nothing given to her and, as we moved to the living room and Kuroka took the chance to retrieve a glass of water, I used this chance to lay down on the sofa with Shirone happily landing her head on my lap and letting my hand give her some affection.

My gaze trailed off as I saw her close her eyes and curl her lips in a pleased smile, turning my attention to the front door and seeing how it had been forced open. I tend to forget that Koneko was that strong, but I just didn't expect her to suddenly march through the front door, follow us upstairs and peep at me fucking her sister.

The summary felt like some sort of drug-driven fever dream, but it happened and... it was somewhat relatable to the insane rules this world had about either lewd or ecchi situations. Did I find it acceptable? Of course not. However I started to put down some more pieces when Shirone answered some of my questions I had on how she tracked us down to this place.

She admitted to having been smelling a familiar scent for a full year, but couldn't exactly find out who it was until she so happened to evade Rias' attempt to keep her safe during her heat, she wandered off to the grocery store to buy some candies and she ended up finding me. It was as rare as it was for her to find a way to escape her Buchou's attempt to keep her sheltered while in that state of mind to 'skip school for candy', so it was the first time ever she found me. And she tracked me down because, through her enhanced nose, she realized it was Kuroka's scent.

Now, that's where the previous point I raised about her heat turned relevant: rather than displaying anger and upset at sensing her sister and then finding her getting railed by me, she found only affection and care and... the raw instinct of joining the deed. I flinched a bit at that part of the narration because of the tone she used to describe her interest in the concept of mating.

Imagine a girl with close to no understanding of how sex worked within the details and rather relied either on the basic terms for it and used elements she caught in her childhood let out by Kuroka when she tried to speak of this in private when they were still living together, then imagine her mimicking that sort of behavior out of imprint rather than genuine attraction and- yeah, it was awkward as fuck.

Kuroka was, much to my relief, sympathetic to the situation as she was getting hammered by the embarrassing way her younger sister described her past sex adventures, some of which throwing in some uncomfortable memories of people she had to kill back then. At first it felt like Koneko was going to be stuck in that mood for a very long time. At least, until her heat was somewhat dealt with. And I wasn't going to take part in that... but things were soon shifting elsewhere when I noticed that her body had gained an unexpected amount of tension.

"When I was young, you told me that you hurt me because you wanted to test me, Kuroka," Koneko suddenly pointed out, her childish tone now forsaken for her serious one. A lucid break from her heat-driven silliness and potentially pushed forth by the anger she had for that sort of memories now shredding into her usual mood. "And then you left me to die."

The young woman just stared at her little sister, her focus seemingly drawn entirely on Shirone.

"Why?"

Kuroka was tense, but Koneko made no effort to shift away from my lap. Actually, it felt like it was latching to it as if she was trying to use it as a safety pillow.

"Why did you... leave me?"

"...It's complicated-"

"Make it simple then," Shirone snapped softly. "You lied back then, right? You are not crazy. You... you faked it. To me. Why did you kill Master? Why did you forget me?"

I could see Kuroka crying and I was in the middle of an emotional situation I didn't want to be dragged to. Yes, I was a good mediator, but not after getting caught banging Koneko's sister by Koneko herself and...

"Technically, it's not just complicated but also lengthy," I remarked quietly. "I can't tell the story behind what drove Kuroka to do what she did, but I think I can provide another story even though Kuroka will be upset with me because of it."

And I could already feel the dark-haired woman's eyes drilling holes on my skull due to how intense her glance was right now at that comment.

Shirone frowned. "W-What about?"

"Do you know why Kuroka was the one that took care of you since you could remember?"

I saw her sister tense up in response to my question, but where she was annoyed by the topic I was bringing up, I could also see some understanding on why I was doing that. I was laying out a case for her by the time Koneko was going to be ready to talk with her. And she knew that, as much as she didn't want this to happen, it had to for the sake of both.

"Not really, no. Why does this matter?"

"It matters because it connects to some aspects of why Kuroka did what she did. And it all starts with your father. He was a researcher."

"He worked for our former Master's family. The Naberius," Kuroka numbly muttered, getting a nod out of me as Koneko listened to this with attentive ears.

"His research focused on finding a way to create something stronger than an Ultimate-Level Devil. And the result he called 'Super-Devil'," I continued from there. "Him and your mother perished due to an explosion that happened in his laboratory. And then you were taken in by the Naberius family."

"So they took us in because they felt indebted to father?"

Kuroka's response was surprisingly cold but... legitimate. "No. They didn't do it out of kindness."

Flinching at that response, Koneko didn't bring up more to this, rather looking up at me as we both shared a thoughtful moment.

"And?"

"And that's where this story ends for now. I'm afraid this is just a background for what pushed Kuroka to break the laws with her actions."

"I see..."

I hummed. "However I can tell you this: the reason why they tried to kill you was not because of the laws themselves. I think this much isn't even known by Kuroka and I decided to withhold because..."

"Because of?" Kuroka pressed, frowning at me. "If you know something I don't then why didn't you bring it up before?"

"Because it is the kind of topic to be warded off due to the ramifications it leads to. The Naberius Family did not commission your father independently, but were given that chore by a stronger group which is currently behind most of the more important moves made by the Underworld in the last few centuries."

"And this group... is it still active?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"And the Maous-"

"Know they exist and bow their heads to them if there's no choice," I interrupted Kuroka. "Which is why I want you two to be wary of revealing this information to anyone."

"Does Azazel know?" Kuroka asked with genuine confusion and I nodded. "This is so..."

"Complicated," Koneko admitted and I patted her cheek at that cheeky remark. "And I think I should go now."

"Your heat-" Kuroka tried to say, but her little sister glared at her, stopping the woman mid-speech.

"I can handle it right now but... I want to go back home. To Buchou."

I nodded. "Do you want me to show you where the bathroom is so you can dress up?"

"Yes. Thank you."

Once she was done putting her clothes on and apologizing for breaking in my house, I spotted something unusual with her mannerism which I tied to her lingering heat. She was trusting me a lot. I could tell it was a momentary state of mind right now, but it sure felt odd for her to be so trusting so soon.

I knew it wasn't going to be a thing next time and... I prepared myself for what was going to be a cooler interaction by the time she visited back. After all, she had to do garden stuff for me to break into my house. And it was a good excuse for her to get some talking done to unveil the mystery behind what her sister did many years ago.

We were once more alone, but my libido was severely depleted at this point and, from just giving her a look, I could tell Kuroka was not into it right now. She looked sorrowful, tears still streaming out and I knew that there was just one thing I could propose to make her feel somewhat happy and loved right now.

"So... wanna cuddle upstairs?"

Kuroka nodded slowly as I picked her up from the couch and dragged her back upstairs. The kinky mood was ruined, but the wholesome factor was untouched by the overall escalation we went through. It could have gone better- sorta. In a way, it could have been set up better as a situation if it didn't happen so suddenly and... and I was tired.

I could tell that next time I had her around... things were going to be quite awkward. But hopefully, just hopefully, this wasn't going to end up in a bloody mess.

Despite my uncertainty, I knew that it was going to end well. One way or another.

AN

'Horni' Koneko is caught peeping and tries to get laid, only for her to get treated to ear-scratches, truthful stories of her past, and some good ol' Bukharin-style diplomacy in handling her own issues. Kuroka approves and gets cuddled!

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