Koneko Tōjō woke that morning with a strange dryness in her throat.
The sun hadn't fully risen yet, the sky still half-dim, when she quietly left her room and walked to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, found a carton of milk, poured herself a glass, and drank it all.
But her thirst didn't go away.
She thought about pouring another cup — her hand halfway to the carton — when she froze.
"…This smell…"
Something in the air carried an unfamiliar scent.
She'd never smelled it before, yet it vaguely reminded her of chestnut blossoms — thick, warm, musky.
What is that?
Driven by a vague pull, Koneko walked out of the kitchen and into the first-floor hallway, moving toward the back of the villa.
This large house — a mountain retreat owned by Rias Gremory's peerage — had many unused rooms.
No one should have been at the far end of the first floor, and yet… she felt something.
She passed the room where Hyoudou Issei was snoring loudly, then continued deeper into the unlit hall.
Yes.
No mistake.
The scent was coming from behind a closed door.
Just breathing it made her body feel strange — tingly, fuzzy. Her mind clouded over, like she was dreaming while still awake.
"…nyaa…"
A soft, needy sound escaped her lips.
In that instant, a pair of white cat ears sprang from her head, matching the color of her hair.
And from the gap of her sleepwear, a long white tail slipped free, curling and swaying restlessly.
Koneko — once a nekomata before being reincarnated as a devil — usually kept her cat ears and tail hidden. Only Rias, Akeno, and Kiba knew the truth.
Issei and Asia had never seen her like this.
Why had her ears and tail popped out on their own?
She didn't have the clarity to question it.
The pull from the door was too strong.
She reached for the doorknob.
Inside was a dark room with the lights off. Naturally — no one was using this room.
Or so she thought.
Her eyes adjusted, and she realized someone was sitting on the bed.
She stepped into the room, not turning on the light, drawn by an inexplicable force.
One step. Another. And then:
She saw him.
Golden hair.
Sharp, handsome features twisted with a cruel edge.
A muscular upper body exposed — no red suit, no shirt.
Riser Phenex.
Rias Gremory's fiancé — the reason Koneko and the others had come to this villa to train and break off the engagement.
Why was he here…?
Enemy intelligence gathering would be the obvious answer.
But why at this hour?
The sun wasn't even up. Everyone else was asleep. There was nothing to see here. No training. No strategy meeting. No point at all.
Koneko couldn't understand.
Still, she felt she should at least greet him politely.
Without hesitation, Koneko undressed.
Sleepwear.
Underwear.
Everything.
Her body was petite, with modest curves, but unmistakably feminine — and she exposed all of it to Riser.
Then she kneeled, sitting formally on the floor, lowering her head deeply.
Her forehead touched the wooden floor.
Then she bowed even lower, pushing her head forward as if to scrub the floor with it.
This was, in her mind, the appropriate greeting for a male guest.
A gesture of submission — a way to show: I am beneath you.
Females since ancient times had used this posture to show respect to superior males.
"…nn…"
While she was bowed, something pressed down on the back of her head.
Riser's bare foot.
He stepped on her skull, pinning her to the floor.
Yes.
This, too, seemed like the correct way to greet a man.
Despite having disliked Riser until now — finding him shallow and arrogant — she suddenly felt a strange admiration.
He even pressed and ground his foot slowly, deliberately.
Such refined manners.
After some time, he finally lifted his foot.
"…May I raise my head…?"
"You may."
"Thank you…"
She lifted her head.
And her eyes immediately landed on Riser's exposed groin.
An intimidating, almost frightening organ stood before her.
Thick. Heavy. Red-tinged.
Fully erect — and large enough that the swollen tip nearly touched her face.
It looked like a weapon meant to break a woman.
Precum dripped continuously from the slit.
Amazing.
So this is a man…
Koneko swallowed.
Right — in the greeting ritual she was imagining, the next step was to service the male between his legs until he was satisfied.
If she failed to please him, she would have to stay at his side for life, regularly attending to him.
But…
Was that real?
Had she ever actually done that before?
A thin voice muttered near her:
"Being just a clone weakens the effect…
Hmph. Good chance to experiment."
Riser raised his hand.
Opened his palm.
Held it in front of Koneko's face.
"Ah…"
Something changed.
Her thoughts.
Her instincts.
Her memories.
Something was being overwritten — violated.
Unknown words she had never used carved themselves into her mind:
Cock.
Pussy.
Ball sack.
Cum milk.
…and more.
She hated them. She didn't want them.
But they stuck, embedding themselves into her consciousness.
When Riser's hand lowered, her mind slipped free.
And immediately —
Koneko leaned into him, rubbing her soft cheek against his stiff, throbbing shaft.
Her smooth, plush face pressed to the length of his cock as she moved her head back and forth.
She didn't forget to look up at him sweetly, or to cup his balls with both hands.
"Lord Riser… welcome…
This filthy little villa isn't worthy of you, but… please, relax as long as you like…
I'll shower your wonderful Cock-sama and Balls-sama with all the love I can…
Please, at any time, release as much Cum-Milk as you wish…"
She massaged his testicles with both hands, still rubbing her cheek up and down his shaft.
She used the precum he'd dripped for lubrication, smearing it across her cheeks so her movements slid smoothly.
She alternated cheeks, switching sides generously, trying not to bore him.
The male before her was absolute.
Every command of his was law.
If Riser ordered her to kill Rias, she would attempt it — even taking hostages if she had to.
Whether she could was irrelevant; the desire would be there.
That was, in her mind, the role of a woman greeting a visiting man.
"Hm… so that's how you turn out. Same as Asia, though weaker."
Riser murmured.
Koneko blushed deeply.
His voice…
His face…
His existence…
Everything about him was wonderful.
How could Rias complain about having him as a fiancé?
Koneko was jealous.
Envious.
She wanted to replace Rias — become his lover.
Her tail flicked behind her.
She gripped his shaft with one hand, massaging his balls with the other, stroking him as best she could despite his size.
"H-how… is it…?"
"Good. My original body is pleased too."
Original?
Koneko wondered — but asking would be rude.
Instead, she parted her lips and leaned closer to the tip.
"May I… offer you my first kiss…?"
"Do as you like."
"Thank you… mnh… kiss…"
And just like that, Koneko gave away her virginal kiss — not to Riser's lips, but to the slit of his urethra.
Eyes closed, she inhaled the rich, intoxicating scent from his cock, then gently pressed her lips to the tip for a full minute.
When she finished, she smiled happily and kissed it again — twice, three times — before continuing to stroke him.
Shff shff.
She pumped his shaft firmly.
She massaged his balls thoroughly — after all, a proper ball massage was essential to encourage an easy ejaculation.
Just imagining the strong genetic "seed milk" packed inside those balls made heat bloom in her lower belly.
She wanted this man's seed inside her womb.
Wanted to be crushed by his body, pinned down, and filled deep inside.
If she could get pregnant from it… she might die of happiness.
Koneko poured all her affection into the cock in her hands and mouth.
She licked every inch, spreading his precum across the shaft, coating everything with her saliva.
Balls to the tip, again and again.
"Please… release anytime… I'll take it all…"
"And if you spill anything?"
"I'll accept any punishment…"
"Hm."
He sounded indifferent — and that alone pushed Koneko into a quiet climax.
She wanted him to look down on her more.
Wanted him to be cold, dismissive, cruel.
Her body trembled.
Her tightly closed slit leaked warm juices, dripping onto the floor as she pumped him faster.
"Haa… haaa… ah… nn…"
Face flushed crimson, panting eagerly, she devoted herself to pleasing Riser's cock.
And every time she saw the pleasure on his face, she came again — small orgasms over and over.
She wanted this moment to last forever.
Wanted to serve him for eternity.
Him — and his magnificent Cock-sama.
"Aah…!"
As she stroked him, she felt the shaft thicken.
She hurriedly opened her mouth—
—just as Riser started to cum.
A massive pulse traveled through Riser's cock.
And then—
Byurururururur—!
Dobyu-byu-byu—!
Byuruu—!
Dobyuuu—!
Byuru—!
Dopyu—!
It exploded out of him with ferocity that shattered all of Koneko's expectations.
"Ah—! Ha—! Nnghhh—!"
Her face, mouth, and body were instantly drowned in thick, scalding semen.
White blurred everything.
Her entire world turned into sticky, hot white.
Her skin was coated.
Her hair matted.
Her petite body was plastered in layers of heavy, viscous cum that clung to her like glue and oozed down to the floor.
The smell — intense, overwhelming, male — seeped into her pores.
Her skin felt as if it were being dyed in his scent.
She could feel it dripping everywhere.
She had caught it, technically — but only barely.
Heavy drops pattered onto the floor beneath her.
She had wasted his precious seed.
She had even boasted proudly that she could take it all.
She hadn't accounted for how much Riser could produce.
And that was her failure.
"You spilled it."
"…I am deeply sorry…"
Koneko wanted to bow — wanted to press her face to the floor again — but she couldn't.
Her hands immediately formed a cup instead, instinctively catching the last spurts falling from his twitching cock.
Her palms quickly filled with warm, white seed.
Shame stung her chest — but she lifted the improvised "cup" to her lips and began to drink.
Gok…
Gok…
Gok…
The thick liquid slid down her throat, almost choking her — but she forced it down.
Forced herself to swallow every drop.
"Puhaa…"
Her throat burned — but the thirst that had tormented her that morning vanished in an instant.
And the flavor—
It was exquisite.
Heavenly.
Bliss in liquid form.
The pleasure washed over her so completely that she forgot where she was. Her mind lifted upward, weightless, as if ascending to some divine paradise.
If devils had a heaven, this was it.
Even after the humiliation of spilling some, she felt happy.
If she could feel this way, then dying right now wouldn't even matter.
BUT — she had failed him.
And so she awaited punishment, offering her fate to him entirely.
No matter how cruel the judgment, she would accept it.
If it eased Riser's displeasure even slightly, she would gladly endure anything.
Riser watched her calmly.
Then—
"I suppose I'll give you a punishment.
…Yes. For a little while—
I'll be borrowing your body."
Not punishment.
A reward.
Koneko's heart fluttered, then melted.
She raised her head slowly, face drenched and dripping with thick white strands, eyes glazed and shining.
Her tail curled upward like a heart shape.
Riser's "punishment."
His use of her body.
It was, to her haze-filled mind, the greatest blessing he could offer.
Her voice trembled, submissive and eager:
"…Please…
Use me as you wish…
My whole body…
It belongs to you…"
Her thighs tightened together on their own.
More warm nectar leaked from between her legs.
Her cat ears twitched.
Her tail writhed behind her.
Her entire being reacted obediently to the man dominating her.
Riser wiped a streak of cum from her cheek with his thumb — then smeared it across her lips.
Koneko shuddered with pleasure.
"Good. Then come here…"
And she crawled toward him on her hands and knees—
Like a kitten returning to its master—
Eyes filled with worship.
Her reward had only just begun.