Chapter 650: Ren: Dogs need to be walked, training dogs!
The spatial fluctuations settled, and the group found themselves back in the familiar, sterile coolness of the Tokyo Public Safety Devil Hunter Special Division 4 Office. The transition was instantaneous, yet the atmosphere had shifted irrevocably.
Himeno, leaning against the wall, smoked a cigarette with trembling fingers. Her singular eye darted between the man sitting leisurely on the sofa and her superior standing respectfully beside him. The shock was visceral. This was Makima—the Control Devil, the entity that instilled fear in the hearts of Devils and humans alike. Yet, in front of Ren, she had shed all that terrifying grandeur to become something else entirely: a docile, obedient pet dog.
The silence was broken by a heavy sigh.
"Sigh... Ren, I feel like I've freeloaded off your achievements again."
Ch'en Sir stood straight, her hand resting habitually on the hilt of Chi Xiao, but her expression was one of frustration. She had always prided herself on her strength and justice, yet in every Doomsday Companion mission, she felt like a bystander. Her strength was always just a little short of making a decisive difference.
This time was no different. It was Exusiai and Ren who had solved the crisis, obliterating the threat while she merely offered support. If this pattern continued, the pride of the Lungmen Guard Department's Superintendent would never find peace.
"Freeload..."
The word rolled off Ren's tongue, sounding strangely amusing to his ears. His mind, currently filled with thoughts far removed from righteous combat and heroic deeds, found the term oddly stimulating. He sat back, his golden eyes leisurely sweeping over Ch'en.
He sized her up from head to toe. The strict uniform of the L.G.D. could not hide the curvaceous, powerful body of a martial artist beneath it. Her blue hair, the small horns protruding with dignity, and the stern yet beautiful face—Ren truly didn't care about something as trivial as freeloading. His thoughts were painted in shades of yellow, contemplating the texture of her dragon scales and the resilience of her physique.
"!!!"
Ch'en's body stiffened instantly. The gaze directed at her wasn't malicious, but it was incredibly invasive. It felt as though her uniform had dissolved, leaving her secrets laid bare before him. A strange, electric sensation crawled up her spine, causing her Dragon Tail to swing unnaturally behind her in agitation.
A flush of embarrassment climbed up her neck to her cheeks. She tried to maintain her composure, but her voice betrayed her nervousness.
"You... why are you staring at me like that?"
Ren didn't look away. He shifted his gaze directly into her amber eyes, the corner of his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile.
"Nothing. If you feel guilty about freeloading, you don't have to worry. You can always give some 'feedback' to me, this hard-working laborer, instead."
"Feedback?"
Ch'en blinked, genuinely puzzled. What could she possibly offer him? He was an existence capable of destroying universes. The entire city of Lungmen, with all its wealth and influence, probably couldn't compare to a single strand of Ren's hair in value.
While Ch'en pondered the philosophical meaning of his words, a halo above a certain Sankta flashed brightly.
Exusiai's eyes widened. As someone who had established a deep spiritual connection and physical intimacy with Ren, she understood the subtext immediately.
'He's teasing her! And he's definitely thinking about something lewd!' she realized.
Without speaking aloud, she projected her thoughts directly into Ren's mind, her mental tone filled with a mix of surprise and teasing.
'Ren, you wouldn't have taken a liking to Ch'en Sir, would you?'
Ren glanced at the apple-pie-loving angel and gave her a smile that was profound and meaningful.
'Uh-huh. Actually, I was thinking of going to your world to find you a few sisters,' Ren replied telepathically, his voice resonating directly in her consciousness. 'After all, Exu, you're too weak. I didn't even get enough satisfaction before you couldn't take it anymore. You've become a "Can't-Do Angel".'
"???"
Exusiai glared at him fiercely, her cheeks puffing up like a chipmunk.
Who was a "Can't-Do Angel"?!
She was clearly the one who initiated it every time! She was the one who bravely charged into battle on the bed, guns blazing (metaphorically)! How could he slander her energetic spirit like this?
Exusiai was indignant. She knew Ren had many women across different worlds—she had accepted that reality. But she was a young girl in love, and she possessed her own tiny, stubborn streak of possessiveness.
'I can't control other worlds, but in Terra, Ren will only love me! Hmph hmph!'
Her mental declaration was beautiful and confident.
However, Ren simply shook his head, a pitying look in his eyes.
Since she was being stubborn, she needed a reminder.
Ren accessed their shared memory link. With a thought, he forcefully projected a vivid, high-definition memory directly into Exusiai's brain.
It was a memory from their last intimate session. In the vision, Exusiai was a mess of tears and flushed skin, her halo flickering erratically. She was clinging to the sheets, her body trembling uncontrollably as she sobbed and begged for mercy, her voice hoarse from screaming, completely overwhelmed by the relentless waves of pleasure Ren bestowed upon her.
"Huh???"
Exusiai let out a loud, high-pitched scream in the quiet office for no apparent reason.
Everyone's eyes strangely focused on her. Ch'en frowned, wondering if the Sankta had malfunctioned.
Exusiai, however, was overcome with shame. Her face turned the color of a ripe tomato. The memory was too visceral—the heat, the pleasure, the humiliating sound of her own voice pleading for him to stop because it was 'too much' and she 'was going to break.'
"You, you, you, what are you doing!" she stammered, covering her face with her hands, steam practically rising from her head.
Ren spread his hands innocently, his mental voice echoing with amusement.
'See, Exu? You really are weak. You wouldn't want to see your man walking away not completely satisfied, would you? That would be a failure of logistics.'
"Ugh!"
Alright. The "Can't-Do Angel" was sunk by a single sentence. The visual evidence of her pathetic, pleasure-drunk state was irrefutable. She really couldn't handle him alone. His stamina was infinite; hers was mortal.
Realizing she couldn't stop Ren's voracious appetite or his thoughts, Exusiai's mind began to race desperately. If she couldn't handle him, she needed reinforcements. She needed a squad.
Finally, she could only think of her coworkers at Penguin Logistics. Texas... maybe even her own sister? Or perhaps the other operators at Rhodes Island?
Exusiai felt helpless but still complained bitterly in her mind.
'That's too much!'
'Heh heh.'
Ren chuckled lightly. He wasn't sorry. With infinite power comes infinite desire. The world of Terra was simply teeming with too many exquisite beast-eared girls—Texas, Lappland, Nearl, Schwarz. He had to take them all. It was practically a duty.
The others in the room didn't know that Exusiai and Ren were communicating telepathically, engaging in a high-speed battle of flirtation and dominance. They just felt the atmosphere between the two was weirdly charged.
At this moment, Ais Wallenstein stepped forward. The Sword Princess looked serious, her golden eyes fixed intently on Ren.
"Excuse me, can I use those… to become stronger?" Ais asked.
She was referring to the "doomsday points." However, some words were restricted by the system and couldn't be spoken aloud in the native world to non-members, though here she spoke freely to Ren.
Ren knew exactly what she meant.
"Feel free to use them; after all, it's your reward," Ren said generously.
One million doomsday points. For a resident of the Dungeon world like Ais, that amount of resource was enough to push her strength to a terrifying new level. In the context of her world, she could easily surpass Level 7 or Level 8, perhaps even touching the realm of the gods themselves.
"But I didn't do anything," Ais whispered, her brows furrowing slightly.
Her beautiful eyes gazed directly at Ren with unwavering honesty. She felt unworthy of such a massive reward for merely standing by while Ren and Exusiai annihilated the enemy.
Ch'en couldn't help but look at her again. It seemed that this blonde swordswoman, like herself, had a certain psychological burden about accepting charity without merit.
'What should I give Ren in return?' Ch'en was still thinking, her mind cycling through the treasures of Lungmen, realizing none were enough to match the value of saving a world or granting god-like power.
Ren simply looked at Ais and spoke very concisely.
"Don't think too much. I don't care for that small reward of yours. Become stronger, and you can repay me later."
Ais was not a sentimental person. She was stubbornly persistent but not obstinate. She understood that refusing now would only keep her weak, and she needed strength more than anything.
After a moment of thought, Ais nodded very seriously.
"Okay, I will repay you."
Her words sounded very firm, as if she was making a solemn oath upon her sword.
Ren couldn't help but smile faintly. Such a personality indeed matched his perception of Ais Wallenstein—innocent, kind, serious, and persistent.
Especially her belief in wanting to become stronger. He understood the reason deeply: to avenge her father and mother, to kill the One-Eyed Black Dragon that had taken everything from her.
Ren's thoughts ended there. His gaze swept over the others in the room.
"Are you going back now?"
Exusiai scratched the back of her head, somewhat embarrassed.
"Although I really want to stay, Ch'en Sir has me and my friends locked up at the Guard Bureau back in Lungmen, so we should go back," Exusiai admitted with a sheepish grin.
"Hmph!"
Ch'en snorted coldly, crossing her arms.
"If it weren't for you Penguin Logistics maniacs constantly racing in Lungmen and destroying public property, how could I possibly arrest you?"
"Uh… Ahem." Exusiai looked away, whistling innocently.
She had no excuse to refute this point. No wonder Ch'en was mad; every time Texas got behind the wheel, she became a speed demon. Even she and Croissant often got motion sickness from Texas's crazy driving skills during logistics commissions.
Ais stepped forward as well.
"I also need to go back; I need to leave Orario."
Ais was currently in the middle of returning to the surface from the Dungeon. Although coming to this modern human city, so different in style from Orario, made her believe that this was a different world, she was still worried. Regarding the Chat Group members' talk of 'time stopping' in their home worlds, she didn't actually feel it physically, and she was still concerned about her compatriots in the Loki Familia.
"I also need to go back."
Skadi had always been silent, holding her massive greatsword. The air conditioning in this room made the air dry.
"The air here is nice, but I want to go back to Rhodes Island for a bath; I don't like the feeling of dry skin," the Abyssal Hunter stated flatly.
Ren nodded understandingly. "Then you can go back directly."
"Aren't you going back?" Exusiai asked curiously, noticing Ren wasn't preparing to leave.
"Heh heh, I still have some things to do."
Ren's lips curved upwards into a smile that promised mischief.
"Alright then, see you next time."
Exusiai chose to return to her world, and the others also left one after another, fading away in particles of light.
Their sudden disappearance was just like their sudden appearance—miraculous and defying explanation.
With the guests gone, the office felt spacious again. Himeno's gaze once again became solemn as she looked at Ren. She seemed to know the true nature of the Control Devil, and she possessed mysterious power herself via the Ghost Devil; naturally, Himeno was very wary of the man who had tamed her.
However, Ren ignored the tension. Instead, his gaze shifted to Makima.
He whispered softly, yet the words carried an undeniable weight.
"It won't do to not play with the dogs for so long, don't you agree?"
As everyone knows, dogs need to be walked and played with to keep them obedient.
"Mhm."
Makima raised her hand. From thin air, a heavy leather collar and a leash appeared around her neck. She moved with a practiced, eerie grace.
Then, under the shocked gaze of Himeno, the curious gaze of Power, and the fearful gaze of Higashiyama Kobeni, Makima knelt.
She handed the leash connecting her collar to Reze's collar into Ren's hand, offering control completely.
Ren smiled, wrapping the leather leash around his hand.
"Then, let the training of the dogs begin."
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