Despite being completely wrecked after the brutal clash with Axel Volkom, Ren somehow finds the strength to stand and drag himself toward Iris, driven by sheer determination.

Her pulse is even weaker than the last time he checked it, and Ren knows he cannot afford to waste even a second.

With Leon’s help — who is somehow still standing himself — they lift her and retrace the path that led them there, all under the watchful gaze of two figures seated on a thick branch of a nearby tree overlooking the battlefield.

Clarissa Felmon — also known as Blue, Frank Pyton’s secretary — and Axel Volkom.

The real Axel Volkom.

The one they have just defeated was nothing more than a clone created through his Innatus. With this ability, Axel can shape a perfectly identical copy of himself using his own blood — weaker than the original, but indistinguishable in appearance — and see through its eyes. At the same time, the clone shares the original’s vision, allowing Axel to maintain a complete, elevated view of the battlefield.

"So? We’re just letting them walk away?" Clarissa asks.

"Summoning my clone and controlling it for that long completely drained me. But if you want to deal the finishing blow yourself, be my guest."

"You know perfectly well that, as a healer, I don’t possess offensive magic. However, if you used the artifact around your neck... you could summon here, in an instant, the woman with burgundy hair in the photo inside that pendant — Archwitch Veronica. It would take her nothing more than a snap of her fingers to get rid of those two, even at full strength."

"My mother is busy with important matters on N’Raeth. She’d be seriously pissed if I summoned her here for something like this. Besides, you still haven’t told me what you’re doing in Tokyo. Don’t tell me Frank sent you because he doesn’t even trust me?"

"On the contrary — he trusts you completely. But since he gave me a week off and I’ve been dying to visit Japan, I took the chance to stop by, say hello, and see how your mission is going."

"How thoughtful. Since you’re already here, how about we grab some sushi? That fight worked up quite an appetite."

"I doubt anything’s open at this hour. Anyway, what are you planning to do now? They think you’re dead — you could turn that to your advantage with a surprise attack."

"Not a chance. My task was only to keep an eye on Orange, and I’d say I’ve already done more than I was asked. By the way, is my Melania still in Italy with the boss for that business meeting?"

"They got back to New York just yesterday."

"Perfect. Then I’ll leave for New York tomorrow morning as well. Tell Frank that if he’s so eager to make the Toyas pay, he can send someone else. Watching my clone die — even if it was weaker than me — was more than enough."

"As you wish, Red. By the way, I just found a 24/7 restaurant not far from here."

"Has anyone ever told you you’re efficiency personified, Blue?"

"Yes, Frank tells me that often — it’s no coincidence he’s entrusted me with his most important affairs," Clarissa replies, her tone edged with arrogance.

"I wonder how much he pays you, then. Good to know — that means you’re paying for the sushi."

"And you’re the embodiment of chivalry, huh? Fine, you’ve earned it. But let’s hurry — I’m dying of sleep."

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"Z-Zaira... ahh... go easy with those fingers... you’re too rough!" Yuzu cries out, her voice thick with pleasure.

She lies face down on the living room floor, completely naked, with Zaira stretched over her.

Zaira traps her legs by intertwining them with her own, one hand gripping her hair to tilt her face upward, savoring every flicker of ecstasy she draws from her with the other. She’s been pleasuring her relentlessly for nearly two hours — first with two fingers, then three, and now four.

A slick puddle has spread beneath Yuzu’s hips, soaking into the floor.

"And yet, it seems to me you’re enjoying this ’roughness’ quite a bit. How many times have I made you come already? Six? Seven? I’ve lost count. I didn’t expect you to be multi-orgasmic, you know? At this rate, you’ll have flooded the entire living room within the hour."

Yuzu is about to protest, but Zaira pulls her head back even further, then leans over her and cuts her off by forcing her tongue into her mouth.

All that remains of Yuzu’s voice are breathless, muffled moans as Zaira quickens her pace, her movements growing more intense.

Suddenly, Zaira grips her by the shoulders and flips her onto her back, then drops onto her, chest pressed tightly against chest, without ever stopping her touch.

"Who would’ve thought... me, a cock-hungry slut, completely losing my head over an fourteen-year-old girl. You’re something else, Yuzu... you’re getting me worked up like a bitch in heat..."

Zaira intertwines her thighs with Yuzu’s, grinding her soaked, swollen pussy against hers.

"S-Stop being so vulgar... ahh... it’s embarrassing... my big bro doesn’t talk like that when we do it..."

"You can still think about him even now? You must really be crazy about your brother... looks like I’ll have to push things even further."

A long, intense moan tears from Yuzu as another orgasm crashes through her, her warm fluids spilling over Zaira’s pussy.

Her body finally gives out, collapsing onto the floor, soaked with sweat and her own release.

Her breathing turns slow and heavy, completely drained after more than two hours of nonstop sex.

And yet, Zaira still isn’t satisfied.

She gives her just a few seconds to recover, then goes right back to fingering her, even more forcefully than before.

"I-I can’t take it anymore, Zaira... ahh... I’m at my limit..."

"Don’t give me that bullshit. You’re a succubus — a couple of miserable hours is just a warm-up!"

As she says it, Zaira’s grip tightens around Yuzu’s hips, her fingers sliding beneath her ass. She squeezes one cheek, pulling it aside to spread her asshole before pushing two fingers inside.

"N-No, Zaira, not there... ahh... not even my big bro has ever touched me there!"

"So what? There’s always a first time! Trust me, you’ll enjoy it so much that next time you fuck Ren, you’ll be begging him to fuck your ass!"

Zaira works her both in front and behind with such skill that within moments Yuzu is already on the verge of another orgasm, when suddenly...

SLAM!

The front door bursts open and Ren crashes to the ground, Iris’s unconscious body in his arms. Both of them are soaked in blood from head to toe, and the sight alone is enough to make Yuzu faint instantly.