-Koneko Toujou-

Mnn… comfy…

Whatever this pillow is made of. I like. Really warm.

I hiss slightly, sunrays hitting my face making me try and bury my face on my pillow. I even grab onto the sheets to make a cocoon-like structure so I don't get bothered by that damn sparkling star.

Go away, sun.

Sadly, it's then that I notice that this isn't a pillow. Because pillows don't breathe.

I open my eyes, noticing the skin I've been nuzzling into. Firm, without blemish, hiding the lean muscle below. Also, the sudden embrace. A pair of arms traps me against the warmth and confines. So much so that I wish not to get away.

I squirm. Until my head until I can look past the bedsheets. What greets me (besides the sun) is the grinning face of a smug, dark-haired man. Again, not a single blemish on his smooth features, but two very distinct hazel eyes along with a chain on his naked and bruised neck.

Ah, Zatren-senpai.

I don't have to think further. It seems that I've been trapped.

And as one of his arms releases me, and proceeds to pat me on the head, I feel the telltale sign of my core burning slightly. Only that instead of the painful, hungry sensation, it's more like a satisfied ache.

Speaking of aches. My body feels sore.

Damn you, senpai. I will have vengeance for this. A thousand headpats— No, an entire week of my favorite sweets. Yes, that should do. A punishment befitting of the crime.

''Koneko,'' He says, and I look directly up. I expected teasing, some smug words, maybe a joke.

Instead, I got a worried frown. Zatren's usual smile and smugness are completely gone. Not only that, but a thin line replaced the upturn of his lips. In his eyes, equals parts scorn and worry, and all of a sudden, I wish that he was making shitty jokes.

''We need to talk.'' He stated.

What dreadful combination of words. Yet, I understand what it was about. I very much doubt it's about the session of raw-fucking we did yesterday. It could be the considerably high number of times he came inside. But most probably, it was something I said wouldn't happen.

I lost control. I tried going on my own, thinking that I was going to be better. I did get better, but without supervision… I just let it all be instinctive. Like a wild beast.

It's exactly what I feared.

'But just as he promised me… he was there to bring me back. To calm me down, even if the method was...' I took the time to look down. Legs squirming at the feeling of something dripping from my slit. 'A bit more enjoyable, and weird, than I expected.'

I may need to lose control more often if I got a rough— No. Bad Koneko. You're talking as if you were Akeno-senpai.

Inadmissible.

I looked up at Senpai, feeling the support in his gaze, and I sighed. ''Can we get breakfast first? And a shower. A shower would be really nice.'' All I got was a nod and a small smile, which got my hopes up slightly.

Maybe this talk won't be that bad.

-Zatren Fumigami-

Breakfast was silent. I wondered how to break the topic as I stared at the catgirl in front of me, enjoying a few chocolate pastries. Unlike days prior, her ears and tail twitched and moved softly. So, she's comfortable enough to do that in a more public space, at least.

It also helps that we just woke up, and the common room is empty.

I feel like she's expecting some big, mean reprimand from me for some reason. Koneko keeps looking up from her breakfast to look me in the eye. I don't know if she notices, but every time it happens her ears 'flop' minutely, sticking to her head, and she immediately looks away, or down to her food again.

It would be adorable if she weren't so stressed about it.

''So,'' I start, taking a pause as she blinks and looks at me directly. Even putting down her pastry, denoting the seriousness of the matter. ''You learned to use that… spiritual, soul thingy?''

''Senjutsu.'' She corrects. A bit miffed, too. ''And yes.''

I'm getting monosyllables here. Not really a good sign if the already silent girl is going even more non-verbal. So, before she can shy away even more, I put one hand on the table and extend it up to the middle.

Koneko's gaze goes down, but I wait patiently. She side-glances my offered hand, hesitating only for a moment before doing the same.

I easily take her smaller hand in mine, and my whole arm twitches as her grip goes tight. In a comforting gesture, I use my thumb to brush softly against her knuckles. It has the result of her grip slackening slightly, bit by bit. It's a small, comforting gesture, but it seems to work nonetheless.

''I'm sorry…'' She mutters. Almost too faint to hear. But supernatural senses can pick up the smallest of words.

I shake my head, giving her hand a few comforting squeezes. ''What are you sorry for?'' I whisper, knowing perfectly well her ears will pick it up. ''You didn't do anything that needs apologizing for.''

Her hand clamps down. Her eyes narrow down and she scoffs at the table, not meeting my eyes. It seems that was the wrong thing to say.

''Are you an idiot?'' She states more than asks, really. I raise an eyebrow at the comment. ''I attacked you. More than that, I assaulted you. I lost control, and I could have hurt you badly.''

She could have. Or more like, she did.

Those flames of hers were no joke. Her punches too. The energy felt untamed, like instead of causing pain or debilitating blows, it was trying to tear me apart from the inside. Not even my CON stat or defense-augmenting abilities like Reinforcement managed to take the sting away, and it was a bit clear why.

Soul damage.

I wasn't getting my arms or chest hit, I was getting my soul punched, kicked, and burnt. If it was the me before this training camp, I would have been incredibly fucked.

Boosted Gear: Wheel. The power of the Divine General in action. It wasn't that I was strong enough to negate soul damage. I would need a mastery over spiritual arts that I don't possess. Either that, or some kind of Soul-Damage Resistance Skill, which… Yeah. I'm not risking that.

Basically, the only reason I didn't get something fucked inside was thanks to the adaptation. The first few spins are always about negating or countering the damage that I'm taking. Then, the next ones are all about piercing the enemy's defense… I don't really have that last part. Probably has to do with how my Boosted Gear is still incomplete. But I still get a big boost of power when it gets summoned. And smaller, more insignificant boosts in the subsequent spins.

Shaking the thought off, I take a deep breath and stare directly at Koneko. ''You did. It was bad, and if it was anyone else besides me and Rias that found you, it could have ended bad, bad.'' My words seemed to drag her down further.

''But,'' At that, her ears perked up. ''It didn't come to that, did it? There was a bit of rough-housing. A few scratches here and there… some fun times, and all ended up well.''

It wasn't right. I was undermining the issue, trying to make it not a big deal, when it certainly was. But you know what? Fuck that. I'm not having my girlfriend get distant, moppy, or depressed because of one mistake. Especially if there's no lasting damage.

I'm a fucking gamer for fucks sake. Every issue gets thrown under the rug at some point.

Koneko's scowl gets almost scary, and I feel she may be genuinely angry at my words, but before she can bring the strongest, most powerful fury that a short Queen can provide, I raise my other hand in a placating gesture.

''I'm not saying that we shouldn't do anything about it. You are a fucking dumbass, for trying to train something that you believe so dangerous on your own. That's a fact.'' As if struck, Koneko flinches, and her cheeks get slightly rosy. A complete whiplash considering my previous words. ''We'll just have to work on it. The both of us. No more 'secret training in the mountains' bullshit.''

Thankfully, that seems to placate her slightly, and I resist the urge to sigh in relief. And of course, before she can go back to it, I change the focus of the conversation into something else.

''That aside. Was that sex drive part of Senjustu?'' I say dryly, with a smirk.

If Koneko was drinking her chocolate milk, it would be all over the table and probably part of my clothes by how hard she choked on air. All of a sudden, her eyes twitch and stand at attention as she glares at me with clear embarrassment.

''…Heat.'' She whispers, even softer than before, and I feel that I missed a few words.

''What was that?'' I ask teasingly, putting a hand to my ear as if that would make me hear better. ''Didn't quite catch what you said…~''

Koneko bites her lower lip, and her grip on my free hand becomes kind of painful. She stares directly into my eyes before answering. ''There are some Yokais that have a heat cycle.''

Huh. Well, that's… certainly something.

''Hm, so it's like, a few hours or a day after a certain amount of time?'' I wonder, not noticing Koneko moving slowly. ''How often does that happen?''

I blink, and now I see that all of a sudden, Koneko has one knee resting on the table. Her back is arched as she uses the wood as leverage to get closer. Her golden eyes sparkled with all that familiar lust that I've seen before, but it was different, more intense.

''Every few months or so, it depends…'' Koneko says. Her own free hand goes to the shirt she definitely didn't steal from me, gripping the collar and pushing it down slightly, revealing the erect nipples of her budding breasts. ''And it lasts a week.''

Oh.

I may have gone a bit too far on my constant, day-to-day teasing.

…

Truly. A punishment befitting the crime. This time, I try my hardest to make it so Fertility Magic lowers my fertility as much as it can. Which I don't think is much, considering the low level.

''So, what you're saying is, we should take a break?'' I ask, staring at Rias. I gesture to the training room, where more than one of us is actively training. More than that, Sachi is taking greedy gulps of air after the punch I delivered to her gut. ''Like, a twenty-minute break?'' I clarify.

Rias raises an eyebrow and also gestures to the entire room. If for properly addressing all of us, or mocking my own action, it's unclear. ''A day break, Zatren. As in, a lazy day to properly rest.'' She sighs, and then the thin line that is her mouth changes into a pretty smile, and her eyes fill with appreciation.

''All of you have been working hard. If it is directly related to my predicament, or a sudden bout of eager and diligent determination? I appreciate it either way.'' She pauses, and I feel a but there. ''But, even if we have above and beyond recovery, be it physical or magical. The training that we have been doing isn't especially light work. So, as the King of this Peerage, I declare today a lazy day. No training allowed!''

I blink, but the sudden command seems to move the room. Akeno and Kiba, the most composed of us all, take a sigh of relief. As if a sudden stress or weight was lifted off their shoulders. While the more excitable Sachi and Asia brighten up at the chance to take some rest.

Koneko is being Koneko. Impassive as always. But now that she feels comfortable enough to go around with her ears and tail out during training, the slight twitch of the fluffy ears atop her head indicated her attention, at least.

Myself, personally? I… frown. Don't take it the wrong way, I'm usually all for lazing around, but we are quite close to the established date for the Rating Game. From the original 14 days, we are left with 5. And with a break? 4. Which while is still plenty of time…

…Maybe I'm overthinking it too much.

I have measures for Raiser, which are a lot better (and probably more legal) than bringing a bottle of holy water and a cross. More than enough to beat canon Riser.

But that's the thing, isn't it? No event of canon has been the same. Not even the supposed timeframe. And from my poor understanding? Kokabiel is supposed to show up to wreak havoc merely a month or less after the Rating Game. Which is already happening early, by the way!

Flashes of the long-dead Issei, and the limp body of Asia come to mind. And I can't help but be frustrated!

The only answer to this crap: Just get good. Get better. Get stronger… But would a rest day really change my plans all that much? It's not like I'll get a super powerful, game-breaking move just because I break my back for two weeks straight.

The turmoil must have shown on my face, since I feel a soft hand enveloping mine, which I didn't notice was tightened up in a fist. Nor did I notice the sudden pain in my palm, of my nails scraping against the skin.

Blinking the feeling away, my grip slackens, and I turn slightly (and look down) to see Koneko taking my hand in hers.

''You good?'' She asks with a tilt of her head.

''Yeah, yeah, just…'' I pause, and the Chain Spear on my neck feels like it's humming slightly. Thanks, Jinzui. ''Thinking. Just thinking.''

''Don't try too hard. Something may just short-circuit up there if you do.'' Surprisingly, it was Rias who said that, instead of the sassy little gremlin grabbing my hand. Smug tone and all. ''You're working hard, Zatren. But don't let it get to you. Take a break. What do you usually do to have fun?''

I think the words through for a moment, before realization strikes, and I can even feel a sweat drop falling off Rias' temple as I give the biggest, most annoying, shit-eating smirk I can muster. I very much know what I like to do besides playing with my powers.

I like anime. I like video games. And I like annoying people. Specifically, I like getting reactions out of people. That's why I play the actor every time I get summoned for a contract, or my 'infuriating' attitude (As Sona says) when having to play a regular, loner high-schooler at Kuoh.

Speaking off…

''Do you think Sona is free right now?'' I ask Rias.

And by the way she smirks back, she can tell what I have on my mind. Of course, what way to spend free time than to go tease and poke at an easily embarrassed, usually responsible, and stuck-up glasses-wearing girl?

Truly, few things could bring more joy than that.

''Probably not, but school day is over already.'' Rias clarifies with a shake of her head.

''Perfect.'' With that said, the chain on my neck appears in my hand. Shining softly until it becomes the base form, Small Spear. Just for dramatic exit, of course. I could use the Skill necessary without changing the spear form at all. ''Oh, right.''

Can't just disappear without any goodbyes. So, I crouch down slightly to give Koneko a kiss on the cheek, to which she blinks and stares straight ahead, with unfocused eyes. Then, I turn to Rias, which… is already in front of me, even pulling her mane of crimson hair to the side, giving me better access to the side of her face, and her neck if I so desired.

My raised eyebrow goes ignored, but I still plant a kiss on the Princess of Ruination's (and cuddles) cheek. From her, I get a hum in return and a smile.

Finally, I turn to the rest of the room and give all of my fellow peerage members a strange mix of a two-finger salute and finger guns. ''I'm off to annoy another Heiress! Don't wait, but do call! [Portal Spear]!''

With the words said, I thrust my weapon into the empty space, and reality felt like it was ripped apart as a scar-like portal opened up. I pause for but a moment at the strange, rainbow-like colors coming directly from my Skill, but I just shrug it off as some sort of 'different world' shenanigans.

''Senpai trying to act cool is equal parts sad and cringe-inducing,'' Koneko says, out of her shock, before I'm fully through the portal, I almost miss a step even.

Yet, I don't have time to give a witty comeback, or even a cat joke, because the portal itself seems to suck me in.

Damn cat. I don't 'act' cool! I am cool! All of my actions have a natural 'coolness' to them. At this point, I may even appear next to the definition of 'cool' in the dictionary!

-Sona Sitri-

I take a deep, torturous sigh as I finally finish up the reports. I'm not one to usually complain about such tasks, but the sheer boredom and stupidity of some of these is astounding. No, Heir Astaroth. I'm not interested in any such trade that involves any of my pieces. Much less so my Rook.

I groan, and I feel a slight crick on my back already forming as I downright glare at the piece of parchment. Hoping that it would burn to a crisp and never bother me again with my gaze alone. Not only had Diodora Astaroth been bothering me about a 'meeting between heirs', but also about my Rook, Zatren. And even about Argento.

Which is Rias's bishop. So I don't even know why he's writing me about wanting to trade a piece with my friend!

''As if I didn't have any other matters to worry about…'' Sure, that sudden rise on Stray Devils in our territory may be long gone, but with Rias and her peerage gone for at least another week, all the jobs they completed fall into our already high pile.

There's also the Familiar Forest… I promised Ruruko that she would have the chance to get a familiar to alleviate some of her tasks since she's been… quite thoughtful. Of her attitude at school and duties as a Devil. I may be slightly… 'stuck up', as my dear sister likes to call me (among other things), but I'm nothing if accommodating to hard-working individuals.

I blink as I feel a thud resound in my desk. Looking up, I see Tsubaki's apologetic face staring right at me. Along with her, there's a steaming cup of tea in her hands that she puts in front of me.

Before I can thank her, I side-glance the object responsible for that noise against my desk, and my face gets drained of color as I see another stack of papers. More reports, more problems that need a solution. And looking over the top, it's supposed to be budget problems with the school. Again.

And just when I was almost done…

''Sorry, Kaichou. But you did ask me to let you deal with any matters relating to the school…'' Tsubaki says, with her hands behind her back, probably fiddling with her fingers in nervousness if her face is anything to go by. And before I can speak a word, she makes a quick exit with an extra quick apology that I can't even bother to decipher.

…

I don't even bother with the steaming cup of tea, and just take a good look at the stack of papers. Nothing but dread and annoyance crossed my mind. My fingers twitch, and I swear that the pain on my back is getting all the worse, considering my… less than proper posture.

…

''Maybe this is what drove my sister to such lengths?'' I wonder. Truly, considering the amount of her workload, taking into account her role as one of our race's leaders. I can see how her mental state would go to such an extent as to try and act like a magical girl to retain some sense of control.

Especially considering the amount of complaining I receive every time she says that Lord Lucifer has dropped some of his share into hers to spend some quality time with his wife and kid. Truly, the personal life of my best friend's brother is of no interest to me!

Maybe I should take her offer to—

!

I turn to the middle of the room. The chair clattered to the ground behind me as I readied a magic circle. A sudden rip in the space of the Student Council room appears out of nowhere. Just what I needed right now. Someone cocky enough to think they can appear unannounced on Devil territory to cause trouble.

At the very least, I could let go some steam…

''That's a weird way to teleport, to be honest.'' The voice coming out of the rift gives me pause. What?

I stare as a head of black hair, tied into a messy ponytail, escapes the rift, and utterly steps away from it. Revealing none other than my 'missing' Rook himself. Looking over the room in pretended interest as if he couldn't sense that I'm the only one here.

The chance to let her magic come loose is gone, but at the very least, it's one less annoyance.

''Sona-S-E-N-P-A-I!'' My fellow water-magic user and supposed subordinate turns to me, a clear grin on his face and mischief in his eyes. ''Long time no see! Did you miss little old me~?''

I groan, hard. As I suddenly remember that while Zatren can be enjoyable company from time to time, his usual mood is to tease away and press my buttons for the sake of getting reactions out of me. Worst of all? He always manages to do it. That's on me, really. For letting him get away with it.

…

I may not have avoided an annoyance, after all.

''Why does the Kendo club need so many wooden bokkens and uniform replacements…?'' Zatren asks. The papers that were on my desk, now in his hands as he goes through them.

I have to say that I stand thoughtfully corrected.

''Well. The Kendo club, as you know, was used to being entirely female. And even with the school's new policy of allowing male students, there's been no man allowed in it.'' I say, taking a pause while frowning. ''So, a bunch of male students decided to make their own Kendo club. I basically had to allow it, because if not, it would be considered discrimination against the male part of the student body.''

It was quite bothersome. No matter how nicely I asked, the female Kendo Club won't allow any guy in it besides maybe Kiba, 'The Prince of Kuoh' himself. Of course, I understand their viewpoint of not allowing any other man in. The now former 'Perverted Trio' caused several trust issues among the girls of that club.

But it also isn't fair to the male students, who get judged by the actions of a few. It's not like I can just pull a few strings to get Motohama and Matsuda expelled. Kuoh Academy is very much an elite school. Both of their families, while ignorant of the actions of their spawn, will definitely raise a fuss and push around to get what they want.

I was oh, so tempted to just douse both students and the parents with a dose of hypnosis, but that won't work. If I want to learn how to manage a school, I can't just magic the problems away.

''I'll talk to them later,'' Zatren says. Interrupting my mental dilemma. ''Maybe I can do something about it. But if you really want to get this issue out of the way, those two need to get expelled, or face some sort of consequences, really.'' I couldn't agree more with his flat tone and stare.

''As for the rest…'' He now looks at the stack of papers properly. Suddenly, his eyes glow, changing from hazel to golden in a moment. ''Give me… thirty minutes.''

…what? Thirty minutes to go over all that paperwork. Analyze the problems –if there are any– and then address them properly. There's no way, right?

As the minutes go by. I found out that there's certainly a way. Or at least, Zatren has a way around grueling and stupid paperwork in general. His eyes remain glowing, his gaze and pupils specifically are practically flying through the papers. The pen in his hand was moving quickly and precisely. Papers are put to the side in a minute, tops, or even less. Some get thrown in the trash, while others that seem similar to the issue with the Kendo Club get put to the side.

Twenty minutes. He was off by ten minutes in how long he was going to take. At least a few hours of head-scratching of issues for me get resolved in Twenty. Damn. Minutes.

Zatren blinks away the glow of his eyes. Looking at the small pile of unsigned papers before addressing me, giving up a grin and a thumbs-up. ''Those few need a more… touchful approach. Some serious talks and maybe a sprinkle of convincing. But I'll take care of 'em when I get back… That good— Sona, you look a bit... strange. Are you feeling okay?''

I turn to look at the papers once more, and then the frowning face of this teasing, adrenaline-chaser, problem solver, and handsome delinquent I have for a Rook. ''Where were you all my life, Zatren-san?'' I can't even stop the words coming out of my mouth. But really, just… ugh.

''Growing up, I guess?'' He says with a shrug. ''It wasn't that bad. The papers, I mean, not my upbringing.'' He frowns and… clarifies, for some reason. ''Anyway. It was a good exercise for the mind, but not really what I planned on a day off.''

I wince, hard, at those words. Of course, he was supposed to be training right now. Why didn't I consider that before I let him do my work? Considering how Zatren is, I very much believe that Rias forced him into a break. Ever since we discovered him just starting with his magic, he's been making leaps. And once he joined up with us, he hasn't stopped working hard.

It was clear to see that Zatren Fumigami was a man who always wanted to be better. For him, taking an entire day for a break was rare. Even in a 'relaxing day', he would be practicing with his magic, at the very least. I would dare say that the last time I've seen him actually taking it easy was the day after he fought that Fallen-turned-Dragon.

So, it took a grueling fight. Not only against the Fallen, but an impossible enemy compared to his level. Getting his arm burned harshly, and falling unconscious for the man to take a damn day off.

And I just let him do my work instead of actually resting, like he's supposed to be doing. Great damn going, Sona.

''Zatren.'' I look at him, seeing his body tense at the lack of honorifics, or maybe my serious tone of voice. ''I apologize.'' I immediately say.

''Today was supposed to be your day of rest, yet here I am pushing my workload to you. I'm truly sorry.'' I state, and bend my head slightly. ''It was improper, and it won't happen again. Please tell me, how could it make it up to you?''

It may seem excessive. Especially considering how fast he took down those papers. But pushing others to do my responsibilities is not something I'm fond of already, no matter how efficient or fast they are compared to me. Add to that the fact that the person taking care of it is supposed to be resting after their own arduous tasks? That's crossing a line. For my beliefs, at least.

I can see the gears turning on Zatren's head. As if my words confused him to a degree. He's unsure of even asking for anything. That's to be expected. Even if this means quite a bit to me, it clearly wasn't a problem for him. Not only that, but even if he's a Devil too, he was once human… or part human. Our morals work slightly differently, even if they are similar.

Yet, I see it. That small spark of interest in his eyes. That glint I've seen in many other Devils, old and young. It's the need to take something. To not let an opportunity go by and cash in on the favor. Sometimes I have that same look, I fear.

I wonder what he would ask for. Maybe some knowledge, in either water or healing-based techniques. Us, the Sitri's, are quite the experts in those areas. Normally, the secrets of the Sitri are privy to only the family, but as the Heiress, I can be quite frugal with what to say or not.

Or maybe he'll ask for a familiar? He seems quite fond of them in general. Considering his Spider and now Caterpillar familiars. Maybe I can ask that Familiar Master, he would surely be able to get something good enough.

A grin suddenly appears on Zatren's face, and I can see that glint of greed changing. Focusing, that would be a more fitting word.

Focusing on me, to be exact.

''I really don't feel this needs any kind of compensation…'' I would be blind not to see the 'but' there. ''But, if you say so, Senpai. I would like… to go hang out sometime.'' He says easily. The glint is gone— No, subdued, is more like.

I raise my head, staring directly at him now, just wondering what train of thought goes through this man's head. A friendly outing, really? Among all of the things that he is able to ask for?

''Is that all…?'' I ask, almost doubtful.

He looks thoughtful for a moment before waving me off. ''I thought about asking for a date, but that would be just distasteful, considering that we haven't gotten to that game of chess yet. The date is supposed to be my prize; you know~?'' There he goes again. With the easy smile and charismatic words.

I take a moment to look away (and clear the embarrassment clear on my face), before addressing him properly with a stony expression.

''I really don't get how you think, Zatren. But a deal is a deal.'' I state. ''You really are something else… But I shouldn't take any more of your time. It's best if you head home if you want some proper rest. Mittelt-san has certainly been bored enough.''

Really, that Fallen girl sometimes even strutted around her for something fun to do. I do not know of Zatren's motivations to keep her around, but I get the same feeling from her as from Rias' peerage. That being, a troubled past.

So maybe, he's just that much like Rias, hm?

Zatren's face turns sheepish, and he even scratches his cheek slightly. ''I probably should, eh? And I bet you still have some work to get done. So yes, heading out would be for the best.'' He nods and walks to the magic circle in the room. Not before turning slightly, and leaving me with a few more words.

''Do ask for help when you need it, 'my King'. Remember, there's not a game to play or a kingdom to protect if the King falls early, is there?'' He says, in mock wisdom, before giving a salute. ''Catch ya' later, Senpai~''

The circle glows, and Zatren teleports away. Look at him, trying to use not only monarchy, but also chess-related analogies to make me try and ask for help. He really is such a strange case. Yet…

I don't think I'll prefer it another way, really. I do wonder. What would be a good outing for someone so… him?

…

I turn to the reports I was previously filling in on my desk, and I sigh. ''These are not going to do themselves. But… maybe they can wait until tomorrow.''

Yes… Maybe Zatren wasn't the only one needing a day off after all.

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Author's Note: Hello!

You may have noticed how Koneko and Zatren didn't really focus on another little issue besides the cat going Berserk. I'll just say, there's negative pull-out game at play, and a lot of trust in Devil's low fertility.

On a completely unrelated note, what are some good kitty names? Kek

I may post another chapter In a few days. I had to cut this one here because it was getting too long.

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