Chapter 177: “I Swallowed It…”

“Breathe through your nose,” he instructed, his hands holding her head steady, not letting her pull away from the discomfort. “Relax your jaw. Don’t fight it.”

She focused, her breathing hitching as she forced her throat to relax.

She managed to take him a little deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth filled the space between them.

Akira began to move his hips, slowly at first, establishing a rhythm. He thrust gently into her mouth, letting her feel the power and weight of him.

“You’re doing perfectly, Yuki,” he praised her, feeling the tension building rapidly in his groin. “Keep your mouth tight. Don’t stop.”

She picked up the pace, her hands moving from his thighs to grip the base of his shaft, using her fingers to stroke the parts of him her mouth couldn’t reach. She was eager, desperate to satisfy him, her ’Validation Seeker’ trait pushing her past her own boundaries.

Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips, shining in the dim light.

“I’m close,” Akira warned, his breathing turning ragged. “I’m going to cum. Keep sucking.”

Yuki didn’t pull away. Instead, she sucked harder, her eyes squeezing shut as she committed entirely to the act.

“Take it!” Akira growled, his hips snapping forward.

He drove deep into her mouth and erupted.

Thick, hot ropes of cum shot against the back of her throat. Yuki gagged loudly, her hands flying up to grip his wrists, but Akira held her head firmly in place.

“Swallow it,” he commanded. “Don’t spit it out. Swallow.”

She struggled for a second, her throat working convulsively, and then she swallowed hard. The thick fluid slid down her throat.

She coughed, pulling off his softening cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva and semen connecting her lips to his tip before it broke.

She sat back on her heels, gasping for air, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Akira looked down at her.

She was a mess. Her knees were stained with dirt, her lipstick was smeared, and her eyes were watering. But she looked up at him with an expression of pure, unadulterated pride.

“I swallowed it,” she rasped in rough voice.

“I saw,” Akira said. He reached down, offering her his hand. “You did beautifully.”

She took his hand, and he hauled her to her feet. She swayed slightly, the adrenaline crash hitting her all at once. Akira caught her waist, holding her steady. He used the cuff of his jacket to gently wipe a stray drop of cum from the corner of her chin.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispered, leaning her weight against him as he quickly zipped himself up.

“Do you regret it?” he asked, echoing his earlier question.

“No.” She looked up at him, her eyes completely clear. “Not even a little bit.”

She took a deep breath, crossing her arms over her chest to ward off the sudden chill of the night air. “So what now?” she asked, her tone shifting slightly, becoming more grounded. “Are we… together?”

Akira looked at her.

He wanted to say yes… wanted to give her the easy, normal answer that a high schooler should give his childhood friend.

But the Lilithia fragment was inside him. Valerius was hunting him. He had six other females in his harem, and a supernatural war brewing in the shadows.

“It’s complicated,” Akira said quietly.

Yuki let out a breath that was half-laugh, half-sigh. It was bitter, but not angry. “Everything with you is complicated. I ask if you like me, you say it’s complicated. I ask what happened at the hotel, you say it’s complicated. Now this.”

“I know.”

“But I’ll take complicated over nothing,” she said, stepping forward and resting her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Just… don’t disappear on me again. Don’t go back to ignoring me in the gym. Okay?”

“I won’t,” he promised, wrapping his arms around her.

The familiar blue interface of the system chimed quietly in the corner of his vision.

[YUKI HAYASHI: ROUTE PROGRESSED]

[AFFINITY: 45 → 85]

[STATUS: INTIMATE PARTNER (SUBMISSIVE LEAN)]

[TOTAL PP GAINED: +1,700]

[NOTE: NO FULL ROUTE LOCK — RELATIONSHIP REMAINS AMBIGUOUS]

Akira swiped the notification away. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and together, they started walking back along the paved path toward the park entrance.

The adrenaline of the encounter was slowly fading, leaving behind a comfortable, shared silence. It felt like they had finally crossed a line that had been drawn in the sand years ago, changing whatever dynamic they used to have.

“I need a shower,” Yuki muttered, leaning her weight heavily against him as they walked. “My knees are covered in dirt.”

“I can walk you all the way home,” Akira offered.

“My parents will still be awake. If they see me looking like this, they’ll know exactly what we were doing.”

“You look fine.”

“I look like I just spent twenty minutes on my knees in a park, getting undone,” she corrected, bumping her hip against his, a hint of genuine humor in her voice.

Before Akira could reply, he heard something.

The rhythmic, steady pounding of footsteps on the pavement ahead of them. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Someone was jogging down the path, heading straight toward them from the main street.

Akira immediately tensed, his combat instincts kicking in. He moved a bit in front of Yuki, using his body to protect her, while his eyes searched the darkness for any sign of a change in essence.

A figure emerged into the harsh yellow glow of the nearest streetlight.

It wasn’t a demon. It wasn’t an exorcist.

It was Sakura Hanamura.

The Student Council President was wearing skin-tight black leggings and a fitted athletic jacket zipped all the way to her chin. A pair of sleek wireless earbuds were tucked into her ears, and her dark ponytail bounced rhythmically as she ran. Since this was her neighborhood, an evening run in the park wasn’t out of the ordinary for her.

As she closed the distance, her eyes flicked up.

She saw them.

Akira froze. Yuki froze behind him.

They were standing intimately close. Yuki’s hair was a complete disaster, her lips were noticeably swollen and red, and there were unmistakable dirt smudges on the knees of her jeans.

Akira’s jacket was unzipped, and he stood in a way that looked like he was trying to protect himself. It didn’t take a genius to piece together what had just happened in the dark part of the park.

Sakura’s jogging pace didn’t falter for a single second.

Her expression remained completely unreadable. Her sharp eyes darted from Yuki’s dirt-stained knees to Akira’s face, making a cold, calculating assessment in less than a heartbeat.

She didn’t wave. She didn’t slow down. She didn’t say hello.

Her eyes met Akira’s for one brief, sharp second as she passed them.

Yuki let out a breath she had clearly been holding for thirty seconds. “Was that… was that Sakura Hanamura?”

“Yeah,” Akira said, keeping his eyes on the spot where she had vanished.

“Oh my god.” Yuki buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled by her palms. “She saw us. She definitely saw us. She looked right at my knees! She’s going to tell everyone, isn’t she? The whole school is going to know by tomorrow morning.”

“Probably not,” Akira said, turning back to walk, though his mind was racing.

“How do you know? She’s the Student Council President of your school. She knows everything about everyone. She hates rule-breakers!”

“Because she has her own secrets,” Akira replied cryptically.

He remembered the look on Sakura’s face in the art room when she had stared at Aoi’s painting. He remembered how she tried to walk up to him after he won the spar against Kenji.

Plus she wasn’t just a strict honors student, and Akira knew she wouldn’t waste leverage like this on mere school gossip.

“You’re overthinking it,” he reassured her, squeezing her shoulder to ground her. “Come on. Let’s get you home before anyone else decides to take a midnight jog.”

They walked the rest of the way in relative quiet, the tension of the near-miss keeping them both on high alert. When they finally reached the street corner near Yuki’s house, she stopped under the shadow of a large oak tree.

“You can leave me here,” she said, looking toward her brightly lit house. “If my dad sees you walking me to the door at this hour, he’ll interrogate you for an hour.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” She stepped up on her tiptoes, pressing her chest against him, and kissed his cheek softly. “Thank you. For tonight. For… teaching me.”

“Goodnight, Yuki.”

He stood on the corner and watched her walk down the street until she safely unlatched her front gate and disappeared inside the house.

Only then did he turn around and begin the long walk back to his own apartment.

The night was quiet. The wind had died down, and the streets were entirely empty. It was too quiet.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out, assuming it was a quick text from Yuki saying she made it inside to her room.

It wasn’t.

It was an unknown number.

Akira opened the message, the bright white light of the screen glaring harshly against the dark street.

“Lovely evening, isn’t it? I was watching you in the park with the childhood friend. She’s cute. Her moans are quite musical. I almost stepped out of the shadows to offer her a few pointers when she was on her knees, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood. Almost makes me want to add her to my collection. But don’t worry… I prefer challenges. See you at school tomorrow. -V”

Akira stopped walking dead in his tracks. His blood ran instantly, terrifyingly cold.

Valerius.

The Incubus Lord hadn’t just sent a generic threat from afar. He had been there. He had been standing in the park, lurking in the shadows mere feet away, while Akira was completely distracted.

He had watched the fingering. He had watched the blowjob. He had watched Yuki completely submit.

He had let Akira have his moment of dominance, just to prove the horrifying reality: he could have ended it… he could have killed them both whenever he wanted. He had bypassed Akira’s Essence senses and his Combat Precognition entirely.

Akira crushed the phone in his grip, the glass screen spider-webbing and cracking sharply under the immense pressure of his enhanced physical strength.

The game of cat and mouse was over. Valerius wasn’t playing from a distance anymore. He was here, in his city, standing in his parks, watching the girls he cared about.

“Ai,” Akira said, his voice dropping to a deadly, hollow whisper that carried no emotion at all.

“I’m here, darling. I see it.”

“Let me know if there are new skills available for purchase in the store. We are gonna need them soon.”

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