Chapter 182: Delegating a Gate…

The locker room was so silent that it felt suffocating.

Akira sat on the wooden bench, staring down at his phone, the glow of the screen illuminating his face in the dim light.

The adrenaline from the Flow State had crashed completely, leaving him hollow and shaking. His ankle throbbed despite the partial healing, reminding him that he needed to get home and heal himself completely.

He read through the messages again, forcing himself to think clearly.

Four simultaneous crises. Four fires burning at once.

First, the SPIU had noticed something according to Ayaka. Meaning they were already watching him again, and one wrong move, Agent Sato would not hesitate to bring him in.

Second, the Delta-class Gate in the Warehouse District. Satomi said the SPIU was monitoring but hadn’t moved yet. They are probably waiting for him or whoever it is that’s been clearing other gates.

Third, Sakura. Three hours until her corruption became irreversible. Valerius had her at dinner, saturating her with essence, making her brain chemically dependent on his presence. Every minute that passed, she sank deeper.

Fourth, Rina. Ayaka said her essence was spiking. She was trying to hide it, but if she destabilised completely, she’d go feral. And a feral succubus in a residential building full of civilians was a disaster waiting to happen.

Akira exhaled slowly, running his hand through his hair.

He couldn’t do this alone. Not anymore.

He’d been trying to handle everything himself… every Gate, every threat, every crisis… but the reality was staring him in the face. He wasn’t omnipresent. He couldn’t be in four places at once.

He needed to delegate.

The thought felt wrong, dangerous… like admitting weakness. But it was the only option.

Akira opened his messages and typed quickly to Satomi.

Akira: Delta Gate in Warehouse District. How bad is it?

The reply came almost instantly.

Satomi: Not that bad. Class-Delta confirmed. Multiple entities detected inside. SPIU has eyes on the entrance but hasn’t breached yet. You planning to handle it solo?

Akira: No. You are. Take Ayaka with you.

There was a long pause. Then three dots appeared, disappeared, and then appeared again.

Satomi: You’re trusting us to handle a Delta-class Gate without you?

Akira: It’s Delta Class, so I’m sure you two will be okay. Plus, I don’t have much of a choice. Rina’s destabilising. If I don’t get to her in the next hour, she goes feral.

Another pause.

Satomi: Understood. We’ll close the Gate before SPIU moves. But Akira, if Rina’s at Stage 3 Mana Fever, you need to be prepared for what that means.

Akira stared at the message with a tight jaw. He knew what it meant. He’d seen it before… Stage 3 wasn’t just hunger; it was desperation. Violence. A complete loss of rational thought.

But beneath the worry, his cock twitched hard at the mental image of Rina’s perfect fledging body, those firm, round C-cup tits, her dripping wet pussy clenching and squirting, begging for his thick dick to stretch her fleshy tunnel.

His shaft thickened in his pants just thinking about it.

He typed one more message.

Akira: I’ll handle it. Just close the Gate.

He switched to Ayaka’s chat and sent a quick text.

Akira: Go to Satomi. Delta Gate, Warehouse District. Handle it together. I’ll explain later.

Ayaka: What about you?

Akira: Rina needs me. Go. Now.

He didn’t wait for a response. He pocketed his phone, grabbed his bag, and limped toward the exit.

The festival was still in full swing outside. Music blared from the outdoor stage. Food vendors shouted over the crowd. Students laughed and posed for pictures. None of them had any idea what was happening in the shadows.

Akira kept his head down and moved through the chaos as quickly as his injured ankle would allow. He stayed close to the buildings, avoiding the main pathways, and slipped out through the back gate near the gym.

The walk to Rosewood Residence normally took fifteen minutes. He made it in eight, ignoring the pain shooting up his leg with every step.

His cock was already rock-hard, throbbing painfully against his zipper at the thought of Rina’s swollen clit and greedy wet hole. He tried to hide it though, forcing his thought on something other than the sight he would find.

Within a minute, he took the elevator and was in their shared apartment.

Rina’s door was locked when he got to her room.

Akira knocked twice. “Rina. It’s me. Open up.”

No response.

He knocked harder. “Rina!”

Still nothing.

“Darling, if she’s at Stage 3, she might not even recognise your voice,” Ai warned. “Her higher cognitive functions are shutting down. She’s running on pure survival instinct now.”

Akira didn’t hesitate. He stepped back, braced himself, and kicked the door just below the handle. The lock splintered with a sharp crack, and the door swung inwards.

Akira had thought of a thousand and one scenes of what he would expect beyond the door on his way, but none prepared him for this.

The smell hit him first.

It was heavy, sweet, and sticky… the thick, musky scent of a succubus in full heat. The air was saturated with the scent of her dripping wet pussy, multiple loads of her creamy girl-cum, and raw demonic essence.

His cock surged to full hardness instantly, throbbing painfully so hard he had to reach down to it.

The room was a disaster: blankets torn off the bed, pillows shredded, her desk chair overturned, books and papers scattered like someone had thrown them in a rage.

And in the centre of it all, on the ruined bed, was Rina.

She was completely lost in pleasure… naked except for the torn remains of her school blouse hanging off one shoulder, legs spread wide open.

A thick, veiny dildo was buried to the hilt in her swollen, glistening pussy. Her hips bucked frantically, slamming the toy in and out of her sopping wet hole with wet, obscene squelching sounds.

One hand was a blur on her swollen clit, rubbing in desperate circles, while the other pinched and twisted her stiff pink nipple.

Her violet eyes glowed like twin suns, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her flushed cheeks. Juices squirted around the dildo with every brutal thrust, soaking the sheets beneath her in shiny puddles.

“So hungry…” she moaned hoarsely in a broken voice, dripping with raw sexual need. “I’m so fucking hungry… it hurts… need more… need to cum again… the toy isn’t enough…”

Akira’s mouth went dry.

His dick pulsed so hard he thought he might blow just from watching her chase that endless pleasure. “Rina…”

Her head snapped up.

For a split second her glowing eyes focused on him. Then pure feral lust took over. “Akira… your cock… please… the dildo isn’t enough… I need your thick dick stretching my wet hole…”

She lunged.

Akira barely had time to drop his bag before she crashed into him, claws ripping his shirt open, nails dragging down his chest.

They hit the floor hard, Rina on top, grinding her dripping pussy against the bulge in his pants. “Need it,” she gasped, tongue licking up his neck. “Need your cock. Need your cum. Please, Akira, I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right now.”

He rolled them, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other yanked his pants open. His thick, veiny cock sprang free, leaking pre-cum.

Rina’s eyes locked onto it like a starving animal. “Yes… so big… so much better than the toy…”

Akira didn’t speak.

He shoved two fingers straight into her sloppy, cum-wet pussy, scissoring them roughly while his thumb attacked her clit.

Rina screamed, arching her back as her pussy gushed out fresh girl-cum around his digits. “That’s it, you needy little slut,” he growled. “Your pussy is sucking my fingers so greedily.”

He dropped his head and sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue mercilessly. The sweet, spicy, addictive demonic nectar flooded his senses as he tasted her.

Rina thrashed, her hips bucking wildly, forcing more of her dripping wet pussy against his face.

“Gonna cum… Akira… I’m gonna squirt…”

Her orgasm hit like a freight train.

Her pussy clamped down, squirting clear liquid all over his chin and chest in hot, pulsing jets. The essence hit his system like liquid fire, making his cock throb even harder.

But he didn’t stop.

He ripped the dildo out of her still-spasming hole with a wet pop and tossed it aside. “My turn.”

He lined up his fat cockhead with her gaping, dripping entrance and slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

Rina’s eyes rolled back; a broken moan tore from her throat as her tight, velvety walls stretched around his thick shaft. “Fuuuuck… so full… your cock is splitting my pussy open…”

Akira started pounding her like an animal, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass. Golden essence light began to glow where their bodies joined, his cock pulsing with stabilizing energy every time he bottomed out in her fleshy tunnel.

“Take it,” he snarled, biting her neck. “Take every inch of my dick, Rina. Milk me with that greedy succubus cunt.”

She came again almost instantly, her pussy pulsing and squirting around his thrusting shaft, but he didn’t slow down.

He kept fucking her through it, chasing the next climax, the golden light getting brighter with every thrust.

Rina’s voice broke into a sob of pure ecstasy, her inner muscles fluttering and squeezing him so tightly that his balls felt dangerously full.

“Akira… I can’t… it’s too much… your cock is ruining my pussy!”

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