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Chapter 9
Rias and the other members of the clan were returning to the Occult Research Club after rescuing Hideki, who was badly injured following his confrontation with the renegade demon. Koneko, with a delicacy that few would have believed possible in someone of her size, was carrying Hideki in her arms, making sure not to hurt him. Despite her physical strength, it was clear how much care she was putting into every step, with an expression that showed more concern than she usually let on. The group walked in silence, as Rias' magic transport circle couldn't be used by anyone outside of her clan, which forced them to bring Hideki back on foot.
They were all still processing what they had just witnessed. Hideki, a mere human without any supernatural powers, had managed to put a powerful renegade demon on the ropes. While he hadn't fully defeated the demon, his resistance, skill, and determination had left everyone stunned.
Issei, who had recently become a demon, seemed the most dazed. It was the first time he had seen a fight of that level, and it seemed almost unbelievable that Hideki, without a Sacred Gear or any supernatural advantage, had lasted so long against such a powerful creature.
"I can't believe it…" Issei murmured, looking at Hideki as they walked. His admiration was palpable. "How could someone like him, being human, fight like that?"
Rias, walking ahead, nodded slightly.
"It's impressive," she admitted, though her tone reflected concern. "It's not common to see a human face off against a demon of that level and survive."
Koneko, meanwhile, could only focus on Hideki, who was resting in her arms. The little girl had witnessed her senpai's fight, and no matter how much she tried to hide it, the image of him throwing himself into battle with such fierceness had unsettled her. She knew Hideki as a kind person, always willing to help others, but seeing that side of him—the warrior who didn't hesitate to put himself in danger—had surprised her. He didn't seem like the type of person who could hurt anyone. At first glance, he seemed like the kind of person who aimed to live a peaceful and normal life.
Once they arrived at the Occult Research Club, Koneko gently laid her senpai on one of the sofas. Despite her strength, her movements were careful, almost as if she feared causing him harm. Rias, taking charge of the situation, gave clear instructions to Akeno and Koneko.
"We need to treat his wounds. Carefully remove his suit."
Thanks to the proper lighting in the club, everyone could see Hideki's suit more clearly. It was an outfit they had never seen before, a kind of modern armor designed for stealth and agility. It looked like something straight out of a superhero movie. The dark, durable material fit perfectly to Hideki's body, like a second skin. The members of the club exchanged surprised glances. No one had seen anything like it, and they were all sure that human technology wasn't advanced enough to create such a suit.
Koneko and Akeno looked at each other, unsure where to start. The suit seemed complicated, with no obvious fasteners. They decided to begin with the extremities, thinking it would be the easiest. Koneko knelt beside his feet, carefully removing his boots with the same attention she had used when carrying him, while Akeno focused on the gloves.
When Akeno finally managed to remove one of the gloves, she paused for a moment, staring at Hideki's hands. They were large and robust, rough from the calluses formed over years of hard work. Small scars ran across his fingers and the backs of his hands, signs of countless battles, training, and trials he had faced. Akeno, though used to seeing strength in others, couldn't help but feel surprised at the marks left on Hideki's body.
"These hands…" Akeno murmured to herself, impressed by the toughness they showed. It was a clear contrast to the kindness Hideki always displayed, as if his body spoke of a life of struggle that he kept hidden.
Koneko, who was also closely observing while removing his boots, noticed these details with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Those calluses and scars weren't just signs of his determination, but of the countless times he had pushed his limits. The small demon couldn't help but feel more connected to him, knowing that behind his kindness, there was a warrior who had suffered and trained tirelessly, all with one goal in mind: to protect others, even if it meant putting his own life at risk.
Both girls, now aware of what being Hideki truly meant, exchanged a silent glance. As they continued to care for him, their respect for the unconscious boy before them only grew.
With the boots and gloves removed, Koneko and Akeno briefly looked at each other before proceeding with the upper part of the suit. They were both nervous, not just because of the severity of Hideki's injuries, but because of what they would discover underneath that strange armor. They worked together carefully, making sure not to worsen any of his wounds as they slid the suit upward, slowly revealing the skin of Hideki's torso.
When they finally managed to remove the top part of the suit, they both stopped for a moment, surprised at what they saw.
Hideki's body was covered in recent wounds: bruises, cuts, and marks from the fight that had just ended. But what caught their attention the most were the scars, some older than others. They seemed to come in all forms: deep cuts, scratches, even marks that looked like gunshot wounds. It was clear that their senpai had been through numerous battles before this one, and each scar told a story that they still didn't know.
"He's been fighting… much longer than we thought," Akeno murmured, barely audible, as her eyes traced Hideki's torso.
But what also caught their attention was how well-toned his body was. His pectorals were firm, large, and defined, but not exaggerated. At first glance, they seemed soft, almost like pillows, despite the evident musculature beneath. Just below his pectorals, a well-defined six-pack perfectly fit his frame. Akeno, though trying to maintain composure, couldn't help but admire how harmonious his physique was, showing not just strength but also a perfect balance for combat.
Koneko, though more reserved, noticed the same. Despite the seriousness of the situation, she couldn't deny how impressive her senpai's body was. Hideki's muscles weren't unnaturally large, like someone who trained only for appearance. Instead, his body was that of a warrior, someone who had sculpted every muscle for combat, for endurance, and not just to look good. Every part of his physique showed functionality, as if each inch of his body had been shaped by effort and the need to survive.
Koneko noticed her hands trembling slightly as she continued removing the suit. The mix of concern for his wounds and respect for what he had done to stay standing unsettled her more than she wanted to admit. Still, she continued the task, carefully removing the last part of the suit as she tried to ignore the warmth she felt in her cheeks.
"He's stronger than he looks," Akeno said with a faint smile as her eyes lingered on the scars. "But… this must have cost him a lot."
Koneko nodded silently. She couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and concern at the same time. Hideki wasn't just kind and humble—he also carried the weight of a warrior who had fought in more battles than he had ever admitted.
With the suit finally removed, both Koneko and Akeno couldn't help but take a closer look at Hideki's body. As their hands worked carefully to avoid worsening his injuries, the two girls found themselves staring at him with a mix of awe and, in Akeno's case, a hint of more... mischievous curiosity.
Akeno, with her usual playful demeanor, let out a soft chuckle under her breath as her eyes wandered over Hideki's well-sculpted torso. Her gaze lingered on his notably large and defined pectorals before drifting down to his chiseled six-pack, which seemed perfectly suited for battle. The hint of perplexity in her expression was soon replaced by a spark of mischief.
"Wow... who would've thought such an impressive body was hidden under that armor," Akeno murmured, her tone low and seductive as her eyes continued to roam over Hideki's torso. "I wonder how many other girls would want to see this sight."
Hearing this, Koneko felt a sudden warmth rise to her cheeks. Though she tried to stay calm and focus on tending to Hideki's wounds, Akeno's comment only clouded her thoughts. She tried not to look too much, but every time her eyes strayed to her senpai's muscles, she felt a strange mix of admiration and nervousness.
"This... this isn't something to joke about," Koneko whispered, her voice barely audible, as she avoided eye contact with Akeno and focused on one of the scars on Hideki's arm. But her hands trembled slightly as she worked, aware of the warmth she felt being so close to her senpai.
Akeno, for her part, couldn't help but notice Koneko's shyness. With a playful smile, she leaned a little closer to the petite girl, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Oh, what's wrong, Koneko-chan? Did you blush because of Hideki's body?" Akeno whispered, her tone soft but provocative.
Koneko quickly shook her head, though her face betrayed her discomfort.
"No... it's just that..." she murmured, unsure of what to say. The truth was, even though she had never thought of her senpai in that way before, seeing him like this, with his torso exposed, made her feel more aware of him. Despite her usual calm demeanor, there was something about the situation that made her feel strange, almost vulnerable.
Akeno, enjoying Koneko's reaction, couldn't resist making another comment as her fingers brushed over one of the scars on Hideki's abdomen, lightly grazing his hardened skin.
"I guess someone as kind as Hideki hides a lot of surprises beneath the surface," she said playfully. "Who would've thought his body would be so... well-built? No wonder he's so strong."
Koneko tried to maintain her composure, but Akeno's words weren't helping. She glanced at her senpai out of the corner of her eye, wrestling with her own thoughts. She didn't want to seem perverted, but she couldn't deny that, in that moment, Hideki looked incredibly strong and... attractive. As Akeno continued her playful teasing, Koneko could only look away, the blush on her cheeks becoming more evident.
"Just... focus on healing him," Koneko replied tensely, trying to stay calm. But even she knew the situation had become far more uncomfortable than she had expected.
Akeno, with an unmistakable smile, began preparing her healing magic. As she invoked the spell, her fingers, now glowing with magical energy, moved over Hideki's body in a way that felt... unnecessarily slow. Her hand began gently applying the magic to the more visible wounds, but at the same time, she took the opportunity to explore Hideki's well-defined muscles.
"How interesting... these muscles are like steel," she murmured softly, as if talking to herself but loud enough for Koneko to hear. Her hand brushed over Hideki's chiseled abdomen, where old scars and fresh wounds intertwined, creating a mix that only accentuated the toughness of his body. But there was something more—"Though hard on the outside, they're also... surprisingly soft to the touch."
Akeno let her hand glide over Hideki's pectorals with a kind of almost lascivious curiosity, admiring how firm yet flexible his body was. Every movement was an excuse to touch him a little more than necessary.
"It really is a work of art," she whispered with a soft laugh as she continued applying her magic to his wounds. Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles as if each scar, each scratch, told a story she wanted to explore in detail. "It's amazing that a human without a Sacred Gear could develop a body like this. It's almost... inhuman."
Koneko, who was watching closely, couldn't help but frown at Akeno's obvious lack of professionalism. The way her hands lingered too long on every part of Hideki's body and the way her eyes gleamed with a mix of admiration and mischief didn't go unnoticed by the petite girl. Though Koneko was more reserved in expressing her feelings, she couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort at Akeno's behavior.
"A-Akeno... just heal him," Koneko murmured, trying to sound firm, but the tone of her voice betrayed her growing unease.
Akeno, still smiling, glanced at her out of the corner of her eye.
"Oh, Koneko-chan, don't worry. I'm taking very good care of Hideki," Akeno replied in a playful tone, though she was clearly enjoying the situation. "Besides, I can't help but admire how well-built he is. We don't get to see someone like this every day, do we?"
As she spoke, her fingers traced a small circle on Hideki's chest, as if drawing something on his skin with the healing magic. It was obvious she was in no hurry to finish the job.
"Yes, it's quite fascinating... how much strength must be behind these muscles," Akeno added, sliding her hands over his shoulders and collarbone, enjoying the contact with every part of his body. Her smile grew more mischievous. "I wonder... how many more surprises our dear Hideki is hiding beneath that kindness."
Koneko, growing increasingly frustrated, tried to focus on the wounds that still needed healing, but Akeno's behavior was distracting her. She couldn't help but notice how Akeno's hands continued to explore with more freedom than necessary, and though Koneko tried to stay out of it, a faint blush settled on her cheeks."That's enough, Akeno," Koneko finally said, more firmly this time, though still in a low voice. "Stop playing around and finish healing him."
Akeno, letting out a soft laugh, finished applying the magic, though not without one last lingering touch on Hideki's chest, savoring the moment a little longer.
"Alright, alright, Koneko-chan. I was just enjoying the view a bit," she replied, amused, before stepping back and letting Koneko approach again. "But you have to admit, our dear Hideki is quite the mystery... both inside and out."
As Koneko leaned in to continue tending to Hideki, she couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and nervousness. Though Akeno had been playful and bold, there was something in her words that resonated with Koneko. Hideki's body, with all its scars and muscles, was a reflection of someone who had faced far more than he let on.
Koneko, now calmer after Akeno's retreat, leaned over Hideki, her small frame barely taking up any space next to her senpai's imposing figure. Though she initially just wanted to make sure his wounds were fully covered by the magic, her fingers began to move almost automatically, tracing the scars with a delicacy that contrasted with her usual stern expression.
Her small, light hand gently brushed the edge of a scar on Hideki's abdomen. Without realizing it, her fingers followed the contours of his muscles, noticing how they tensed slightly even while he was unconscious. Despite her reserved nature, something about the sight of Hideki, so vulnerable yet so strong, kept her completely absorbed.
Koneko wasn't the type to easily get carried away by her emotions, but feeling the warmth of Hideki's body, watching his chest rise and fall rhythmically with his breathing, made her feel something she didn't fully understand. Her pulse quickened, and her face slowly warmed, though she tried not to show it.
"It's... hard," she murmured to herself, barely aware of what she was doing. Her fingers continued to trace a soft line from his abdomen to his chest, noticing how his pectorals were firm and broad, as if built to withstand any burden or blow. Koneko knew Hideki wasn't one to boast about his physical strength, but his body told a different story.
However, in the midst of her trance, a soft laugh brought her back to reality.
"Oh, Koneko-chan... seems like I'm not the only one enjoying the view," Akeno's voice was playful, with a clear hint of mischief. She had been silently observing from a corner, noticing how Koneko, usually so reserved, had fallen into a state of fascination with Hideki's body.
Koneko tensed immediately, pulling her hand away as if Hideki's body were on fire. Her face, which usually maintained a cold and unreadable expression, turned a soft shade of pink as she tried to look away from her senpai.
"I-I wasn't..." she began to say, though her voice sounded shyer than usual, betraying her attempt to stay composed.
Akeno let out a softer laugh, clearly amused by Koneko's reaction. She stepped closer, placing a hand on her own chin as she observed the petite girl with a knowing smile.
"You don't have to lie, Koneko-chan. It's natural to feel curious," Akeno said, giving her a small pat on the head. "After all, Hideki-kun has quite an... impressive body, don't you think?"
Koneko tried to maintain her composure, but the blush on her face didn't fade, and though she tried to ignore Akeno's comments, she couldn't deny the truth in what she had said. Hideki was strong, both in spirit and in physique, and though she would never admit it out loud, she couldn't help but feel something when touching him.
"I was just... making sure he was okay," Koneko finally replied, crossing her arms defensively, though the tone of her voice still betrayed her nervousness.
Akeno looked at her with a satisfied smile but didn't press further. She had enjoyed teasing her enough for now.
"Of course, of course," Akeno replied, her tone clearly teasing as she stepped back a little. "But if you need... more time to make sure, don't worry. I won't say a thing."
Akeno and Koneko continued their task of removing Hideki's suit, working carefully to avoid aggravating the young man's injuries as he rested. Now it was time to remove his belt, which at first glance seemed like an ordinary accessory, but upon touching it, both girls noticed it was quite different. It wasn't just a simple belt—it had several small compartments for gadgets and tools.
"This belt is quite peculiar," Akeno commented, sliding her hands along the accessory as her fingers explored each compartment. "It seems more... functional than decorative. Did you notice, Koneko-chan?"
Koneko nodded with a soft "hm" as she also inspected the belt with curiosity. It wasn't something they had seen before, and it was clear it didn't belong to ordinary human technology.
"It's not like what we're used to," Koneko murmured, as Akeno finally managed to unbuckle the belt with a soft click.
After removing the belt with its gadget compartments, they moved on to unbutton Hideki's pants, though they couldn't help but notice what this implied. Akeno, always playful and with a provocative smile, slid the fabric down with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Koneko, on the other hand, remained more reserved, but even she couldn't help feeling nervous, her fingers fumbling as she helped.
As they pulled down the pants and set them aside, both girls were left speechless. Though Hideki was still wearing his boxers, the outline of his crotch was hard to ignore. It was impossible not to notice the size, and the thought made both girls' pulses quicken.
"Oh... my..." Akeno murmured, a clearly lascivious gleam in her eyes as she scanned Hideki's figure from top to bottom. "He definitely... has more than just well-built muscles, don't you think, Koneko-chan?"
Koneko tried not to look, but the temptation was hard to ignore. She knew she shouldn't be focusing on that, but her eyes unconsciously drifted toward the bulge. The blush on her cheeks became more evident, and though she tried to stay focused on her task, her hand trembled slightly as she touched Hideki's exposed skin.
"N-no..." Koneko murmured, quickly looking away. "It's not that big of a deal..."
But her own voice betrayed her, and Akeno couldn't help but notice her shyness. The older girl laughed softly, enjoying the little cat's reaction.
"Koneko-chan, you don't need to be so shy," Akeno said as she applied a gentle magical touch to Hideki's torso. "It's completely natural... a body like this isn't something you see every day, right?" Her hands moved with deliberate slowness as she touched Hideki's muscles, seemingly focused on healing him but clearly enjoying every second.
Akeno's fingers traced his pectorals, firm as steel but surprisingly soft to the touch. Every muscle seemed sculpted, not overly large but perfectly proportioned for a body built for battle. Akeno let her hands glide over his abdomen, the well-defined six-pack.
"What a... remarkable body," Akeno murmured with a mix of admiration and desire in her voice. "Hard as steel, but with a softness that's... very pleasant to feel." She didn't bother hiding her enjoyment as her fingers continued to explore.
Koneko, though much more reserved, also found herself touching Hideki's body almost unconsciously. Her small hands brushed over an old scar on his thigh as she tried to apply some healing magic, but the sensation of his warm skin and firm muscles distracted her. The heat in her face grew, and though she tried to stay calm, her breathing quickened slightly.
"I-I shouldn't be touching so much..." Koneko murmured to herself, but her fingers continued to trace Hideki's body, feeling the texture of his skin and the scars that told so many battle stories. There was something about the vulnerability of the moment that made her feel closer to him.
Akeno, always perceptive, didn't miss the chance to tease her friend.
"Koneko-chan..." she said in a mischievous tone, a playful smile on her lips. "Do you like what you're feeling?"
Koneko, startled, immediately pulled her hand away, her face completely red.
"N-no! That's not it..." she said quickly, looking away in embarrassment. Though she tried to hide it, the way she had been caressing Hideki's body betrayed something deeper, a physical connection she didn't fully understand herself.
Akeno laughed softly, enjoying Koneko's discomfort as she continued her task, clearly delighting in the situation.
Koneko, still blushing, shot a quick glance at Hideki before focusing on something else, trying to regain her usual calm. But deep down, she knew Akeno was right: there was something about Hideki that made her feel a way she couldn't quite comprehend.
In a corner of the room, Issei watched the scene with a mix of emotions, but one in particular stood out: a deep, gut-wrenching envy. His eyes filled with tears as he saw Koneko and Akeno tending to Hideki, both leaning over his body.
"It should have been me!" he exclaimed in a dramatic whisper, his fists clenched against the floor, trembling with frustration. Tears began to stream down his cheeks as his mind kept repeating over and over how unfair it all seemed. "Not him... I'm the protagonist of this story!"
Kiba, standing beside him, leaned in with a soothing smile, though clearly amused by the situation. Despite being used to Issei's antics, he never ceased to be amazed by how far his friend could take his jealousy.
"Come on, Issei. It's not that big of a deal," Kiba said in his usual calm tone, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder to try to calm him down. "Hideki is badly hurt. You should feel a little compassion for him."
"Compassion? Compassion?!" Issei turned to Kiba, his eyes still filled with tears and his face completely distraught. "That guy has Akeno-san touching his chest and Koneko-chan caressing his scars! That should be happening to me!" he whined, pouting dramatically as he slumped against the wall.
Kiba chuckled softly, unable to help himself. Though he understood Issei's feelings, the situation was almost comical.
"I get that you're jealous, but Hideki is unconscious. I don't think he's enjoying the situation much," Kiba commented with a calm smile. "Besides, you should be glad they're helping someone who's injured."
Issei let out a frustrated groan, rubbing his eyes to dry the tears that kept falling.
"It doesn't matter if he's unconscious! Look at how they're touching him!" he complained again, pointing toward Hideki, who was still lying on the couch as Akeno finished applying her healing magic. "Those muscles... those scars! Koneko and Akeno-san wouldn't look at me like that even if I fought a demon ten times stronger than me!"
Kiba sighed and gave him a few pats on the shoulder, trying to be the understanding friend Issei needed at that moment.
"You have to be patient, Issei. Your moment will come. And besides..." Kiba paused, looking at Issei with an even bigger smile. "Don't you think it would be more impactful if you earned their attention in a less... dramatic way?"
Issei stared at him for a moment, pondering his words, but then let out another huff.
"You don't get it, Kiba! It's always him, the cool guy who gets all the attention. I want that kind of attention too!" he whined, crossing his arms and sinking even deeper into his self-pity.
Kiba, amused, simply nodded and decided to let Issei have his moment.
The end. I hope you enjoyed it!