The class continued like any other. The teacher wrote dates and names on the board, some students copied seriously, others disguised their boredom by looking out the window or doodling in their notebooks. The perverted trio, as always, tried to whisper, but was silenced with harsh looks whenever they raised their tone.....
In his predecessor's memories, this was the "normal" of his daily life.
Klein remained quiet.
He didn't need to make much effort; he already knew that content.
So, he just let time pass.
When the bell rang, announcing the end of the school day, the room exploded into movement. Chairs dragging, bags being closed, voices overlapping in a hurry to leave.
The repetitive cycle as always.
Klein got up slowly, waiting for most of his classmates to leave first and stored his materials under his desk.
He grabbed his backpack without haste, scanned the now almost empty room one last time, and left.
The hallway was still bustling with students heading to clubs or simply saying goodbye before going home. He, however, took another path. Instead of heading toward the main gate, he veered to the quieter side of the building, crossing less crowded hallways until he exited to the side courtyard.
The sky was beginning to tint orange, and the wind carried the smell of dry leaves.
Ahead, the old building of Kuoh Academy rose.
The headquarters of the Occult Research Club had three floors, with the top one being a clock tower that stood out against the orange sky of late afternoon. The wooden walls were painted white, but time had softened the color in some spots. The black roof reflected the sunlight in a discreet tone, while vines climbed the walls, reaching up to the second floor, giving the place an appearance that was both elegant and mysterious.
The windows were large, some half-open, letting the soft glow of the red curtains inside escape. In the front garden, the well-kept grass mingled with the shadows of the trees, and the wind carried the distant sound of the bell from the tower, calmly marking the hours.
Klein climbed the stone steps without haste, his footsteps echoing softly against the silence of the entrance. He stopped in front of the solid wooden doors, observing the discreet carving that decorated the top of the frame.
He took a deep breath.
Then he pushed the doors.
The soft creak echoed through the foyer illuminated by a warm and welcoming light.
He immediately headed toward the 'Club Room' in his memories.
The heavy doors closed behind him with a muffled thud.
The interior of the club room exuded a refined, almost anachronistic atmosphere. The walls were lined with dark wood, conveying the feeling of being in an old European hall. Sofas and armchairs in Victorian style were distributed throughout the space, upholstered in deep red that contrasted with the sober tones of the environment. A polished wooden coffee table occupied the center of the room, already prepared for tea time.
In the opposite corner, engraved on the floor with perfection, the large magical circle of the Gremory Family glowed faintly.
To the right, a heavy curtain delimited the bathroom space. Behind it, the delicate shadow of Rias Gremory's figure projected against the translucent fabric, her calm movements indicating that she was finishing a bath.
Klein noticed everything with a single glance.
On the sofa to the left, Kiba Yuuto was already seated. He was internally surprised by the boy's supernatural appearance; his blond hair was straight and soft, falling in well-groomed strands around his face, discreetly reflecting the warm light of the room. His fair skin contrasted with his deep, serene blue eyes, which seemed to carry a natural elegance. His Kuoh Academy uniform was impeccable, without a fold out of place, reinforcing the image of a courteous prince that so fascinated the girls at school. His erect posture, crossed legs, and slight smile on his lips gave the impression of someone always ready for a refined conversation; the polite smile that opened upon seeing Klein was proof of that.
"Good afternoon, Klein-kun..." He said in a cordial tone, tilting his head slightly.
Further ahead, Akeno Himejima was arranging a silver tray on the table. If he was surprised by Kiba's beauty, the girl in front of his eyes made his heart tremble slightly; his predecessor's memories did not do her justice. Despite being tied in a ponytail, her long black hair, silky and shiny, flowed down to her waist, highlighting even more her fair and delicate skin. The well-aligned bangs framed an angelic face, softened by deep violet eyes that carried both sweetness and a subtle mischief. She possessed a body full of wonderful curves; her breasts were the first thing he noticed, simply because they were huge! The top of the Kuoh Academy female uniform seemed tight, the fabric molding to the contours of her breasts, compressing them enough to form a cleavage that seemed sculpted by divine hands. The skirt, which was a bit shorter than the normal standard for students, by pure whim of the sewing, displayed long and toned legs, perfectly proportional. The narrow hips moved with a rhythmic, provocative sway, without ever losing elegance.
With graceful movements, she placed the cups in place, the teapot releasing a fragrant stream of steam.
The soft smile on her lips hid the usual mischievous tone that always appeared when she was about to tease someone.
"Ah… you arrived, Klein-kun." Her velvety voice echoed softly, as she turned to him.
Klein merely raised his hand in a short wave.
"Good afternoon..." He replied pragmatically, remaining sober.
He walked to one of the sofas and sat down, the upholstery sinking softly under his weight.
Akeno approached with light steps, leaning a little to offer him a steaming cup.
"Tea?" She asked, her gaze fixed on his eyes, carrying that silent provocation that seemed to come so naturally to her.
Klein accepted calmly, closing his fingers around the hot porcelain.
"Thank you...." He said simply, bringing the cup to his lips.
Akeno's smile widened, almost amused.
"Fufu… I see you're as cold and serious as always, Klein-kun ~" She murmured in a suggestive tone, her eyes narrowing with mischief.
Klein, however, merely sipped the tea calmly, without letting himself be affected, as if he were immune to her provocations.
The silence between them lasted only an instant before she let out a feigned hurt sigh.
"Ara… besides being cold, you're being cruel now, Klein-kun ~ I even made this tea with so much care thinking of you..."
He glanced at her sideways, without changing his pragmatic tone.
"Stop teasing me, Akeno-senpai. The tea is very good..."
Akeno brought her hand to her lips, muffling a soft laugh.
"Fufu… good, I'm glad my favorite Kouhai liked it..."
Knowing she was just joking, Klein shifted his gaze from her and asked: "Where is Koneko?"
From the other side of the room, behind the heavy curtain, a feminine voice sounded clear and melodious.
"I asked her to take care of something for me..." Rias replied, with the calm of someone who always had control of the situation.
Then, the curtain moved slowly, revealing her silhouette.
The translucent fabric slid smoothly to the side, revealing the stunning figure of Rias Gremory under the warm light. The steam from the bath still enveloped her lightly, and her fair skin remained damp, small droplets running in crystalline streams along the contours of her collarbones. These shiny threads descended lazily along the generous curves of her ample breasts, highlighting the pink and swollen nipples, before continuing to the delicate line of her waist.
Her naked body was a living sculpture, molded in proportions that bordered on the divine: wide and sensual hips, narrow waist that accentuated her forms even more, and long, toned legs, reflecting the golden light with a satin shine. Every detail of her soft skin brought a soft tone of blush, warmed by the recent bath.
Her red hair, intense as blood, fell in heavy waves over her back and partially over her breasts, sticking to the damp skin and enhancing even more her voluptuous appeal.
That contrast between the vibrant crimson of the strands and the whiteness of her skin created a breathtaking image.
Between those long and perfectly shaped thighs, an intimate detail drew the eye like a magnet. The red hairs, trimmed elegantly, formed a provocative frame above her wet and tight pussy, the pink lips parting softly as if breathing on their own.
The room's light reflected on the wet shine that still dripped after the bath, forming small trails that descended to the tight slit, highlighting the contrast between the crimson hairs and the fair skin around. Her pussy seemed to throb, swollen and hungry, the fleshy lips molding into perfect curves that betrayed the excitement hidden under her confident posture.
Her blue eyes hovered over Klein, as she took two steps forward. She was a certified exhibitionist and didn't mind showing her body to her 'servants' whom she considered her family.
"Good afternoon, Klein-kun. Sorry for not greeting you earlier. I was finishing my bath and lost in my thoughts; only when you replied to Akeno did I realize you were here..." She had a look of apology as she spoke, before changing her gaze to Akeno and saying: "By the way, Akeno... please stop teasing my dear Bishop..."
"Ara... you really protect Klein-kun, Rias-Buchou~" Akeno merely teased Rias, who ignored her provocation.
On the other hand, as soon as Rias came out completely naked, Klein felt the air catch in his throat for an instant. Desire throbbed in his chest with force, his hormones burning like liquid fire under his skin; the sight before him was more than any young man his age could endure without shuddering.
But his expression did not change.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if taking refuge in his own discipline, muffling that impulse that threatened to dominate him.
"It's fine… Buchou..." He murmured softly, his voice neutral, without letting any emotion escape.
Rias smiled softly, but before she could say anything more, Akeno approached with her usual mischievous air. Her delicate fingers lifted a white robe that seemed already prepared for the occasion. With graceful movements, she slipped the fabric over Rias's shoulders, letting the silk slide slowly, covering the damp skin. The gesture was slow on purpose, revealing the hidden provocation in every second, before finally tying the knot at the president's waist.
Dressed like that, she crossed the space with firm steps and settled into the imposing armchair behind her office desk, her leader aura returning immediately.
With a simple adjustment of her long, still damp red hair, she resumed the impeccable posture of the Occult Research Club president.
On the other hand, Klein, who followed the movements through peripheral vision while maintaining a pragmatic expression, couldn't help but think about the absurdity of the situation. Not even a day had passed since his rebirth in this world, and yet, he had already seen the main heroine completely naked.
It was the kind of scene he could expect from now on in this world that was an almost hentai manga, but now… also his reality.
The simple fact of living that was difficult to process.
Even so, no emotion escaped his expression.
He shifted his gaze, focusing on something trivial to regain control. At that instant, he noticed Akeno approaching the president and stopping beside her with that usual smile.
Rias, already settled in her armchair, picked up a stack of papers on the desk.
According to his predecessor's memories, Klein knew that those sheets were, in fact, requests from clients interested in closing contracts with demons in exchange for fulfilling their desires. Of course, not every day did they come to the Occult Club Room just for that reason, but most of the time, the purpose was exactly that: to pick up the requests and sign agreements with some poor soul willing to pay the price to see their wishes fulfilled.
He sighed in his mind.
Rias slowly leafed through the papers in front of her, her blue eyes moving from side to side with attention.
"Kiba," She said, slightly raising her gaze: "You received two client requests today."
The blond nodded immediately, his polite smile intact. He stood up and crossed the room with light steps, taking the documents from the president's hands.
"Understood, Rias-buchou."
He scanned the pages quickly, confirming the details. Rias then calmly explained the requests, as she always did, with the seriousness of a leader who cared for her family. Kiba listened in silence, only tilting his head from time to time.
As soon as she finished, he walked to the magical circle engraved on the floor. The Gremory Family emblem glowed softly under his feet, responding to his [Demonic Power].
"I'll be back soon." He declared, before disappearing amid the scarlet light that filled the room for an instant.
The silence that followed was brief, broken only by the soft sound of the paper that Rias placed back on the desk. Her eyes fell on Klein, evaluating him calmly.
"Unfortunately..." She sighed, tucking a damp strand of hair behind her ear: "There were no requests for you today, Klein-kun."
He didn't seem surprised. He merely nodded.
"I understand. If that's all, I'll head home."
The dry response hung in the air. Rias frowned slightly, resting her chin on her hand as she observed him.
In her heart, doubt took over. Even after so much time, Klein remained unreachable. Always quiet, always distant, as if the bond between them was just a formal contract detail.
She had tried everything. Kind words, small gestures of affection, even her natural charm. Still, nothing had broken the wall he built around himself.
It was frustrating.
Not because she despised him, quite the opposite. Rias wanted him to be part of that family she had chosen so carefully. But Klein never approached, never opened up.
And, at that moment, as he awaited her permission to leave, she didn't know what she should do to reach that troublesome bishop.
The silence stretched, heavy, until a soft voice loaded with mischief interrupted Rias's thoughts.
"Ara, ara… Klein-kun, don't be so hasty ~"
Akeno leaned a little over the desk, resting one hand on the wooden top while staring at him with that mischievous smile. Her violet eyes shone in a suggestive tone.
"You're not going to abandon us so soon, are you? I was preparing a special snack for all of us. It would be a waste if you left now…"
Klein shifted his gaze to her, maintaining his neutral expression, although he could already imagine that this "special snack" didn't come without one of her provocations.
"I don't want to intrude, Akeno-senpai. If that's all, I can leave it for another occasion."
Akeno muffled a giggle, bringing her delicate hand to her lips.
"Fufu… but you wouldn't be intruding. On the contrary, I thought of you when I prepared it… It would really be very cruel to refuse, don't you think?"
The playful tone hid a clear intention: she wanted to keep him there, ease a bit of the tension hanging in the air, and at the same time, provoke Rias with her lack of boldness regarding her "Kouhai".
Rias sighed, realizing exactly what her friend was doing. Still, she didn't intervene. Part of her wanted to see how far Klein would resist Akeno's insistence.
He pondered for a moment, deciding that it would be good to stay a little longer. He could ask Akeno for some "magic" book later.
"… Alright. I'll stay a bit longer."
Akeno's smile opened in pure satisfaction, and she turned with elegance, going to the sideboard where a silver tray was already arranged with some covered dishes. Her hips swayed softly with each step, enough to provoke any careless glance.
While serving, her voice sounded in a softer, almost sung tone:
"It's always good when the whole family stays together, isn't it? Especially when we can share something simple like a snack after school."
Klein merely observed in silence.
Rias, in turn, let a small smile escape from the corner, hiding the relief she felt.
At that moment, the heavy door creaked softly, opening to reveal a small figure.
"Koneko, good that you came back!" Rias greeted her with a welcoming smile.
"Welcome back, Koneko~" Akeno added in a soft and melodic tone.
The white-haired girl nodded, her expression as always neutral, but still respectful.
"Good afternoon, Buchou. Good afternoon, Akeno-senpai."
Without further words, she walked to the nearest sofa and settled in, hugging a small pillow that was already there as if it were a habit. Her golden eyes slid through the environment, landing quickly on Klein, before fixing again on the two club leaders.
Rias leaned back in the armchair, crossing her legs with elegance.
"So, Koneko, how was it with Issei? Did the fallen angels make any move?"
The small nekomata tilted her head slightly, reflecting on what to respond.
"For now, no." Her calm voice sounded almost monotonous, but the words carried the gravity of the information.
"But… from the way that pervert was announcing to his friends… there's going to be a date this weekend."
Akeno brought her hand to her lips and let out a soft laugh.
"Ara, ara… He's already that excited? There's still a few days until the moment arrives."
Rias, however, didn't show the same smile. Her blue eyes narrowed, serious.
"Then probably it will be this weekend that they make the move…"
On the other hand, Klein, who remained silent, sighed mentally. He had already predicted that Koneko was following Issei to observe him. Moreover, based on what he knew about the main plot, it wasn't hard to deduce that Rias had discovered about Issei's meeting with the fallen angel, Reynare, whether through her servants or the inevitable rumors circulating around Kuoh Academy. After all, Issei was exactly the type of guy who loved to boast about his supposed conquests....
From what it seemed, the information had reached Rias through her servants.
Anyway, he at least had one certainty: the "plot" was about to begin that weekend. Something he had already predicted based on his predecessor's memories.
Unfortunately, to find that out, he had to stay in a room with the demon who keeps him in slavery...
Well, it was his choice after all.
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