37 Supernatural Machinations - 11

Despite the rampant desire to make Irina his woman, on both their parts in fact, Kaito decided self control was the better part of valour.

He'd said it once and he'd say it again, "Being a good guy fucking sucks." he muttered to himself as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom the next morning and ran his fingers coated with gel through his hair.

Sadly, his spiky, wavy, awesome hair style, wasn't natural. And he needed to use cheap gel to keep it up all day.

He sighed.

If he wasn't a good guy, he wouldn't currently be getting ready for school. And would instead be laying naked in his futon with a bodacious, voluptuous twin tailed babe cuddled up against him…with her own utterly naked amazing body.

Though, he supposed if he wasn't such a good guy, he wouldn't have been in the position for it to be a chance anyway.

And Irina would be dead.

"Guess it has some merit," he mused, "Speaking of Satanael though…" he trailed off as he focused on his magic power.

The growth of his magic power had increased noticeably since last night. It wasn't some massive, massive jump in power or anything. But rather, an effect from the evolution his Sacred Gear went through.

'Twice Critical - The Fallen Dragon Wings.'

That was what Azazel had decide to dub his new sub-species variant of Twice Critical. A chuuni ass name, as expected of him, but Kaito had been a bit too out of it at the time to tell him no…so he was stuck with it now.

He hadn't managed to discover fully what it did, since he'd just gotten it. But, Azazel had managed to help him test some things about it and draw out some basic functions.

The main ability his Twice Critical had gained, was using Satanael's light energy and it had kept its boost function of course. Through the wings, he could generate and control that light. Which really wouldn't be all that ground breaking, considering how pitiful his magic power was compared to Satanael's…if not for one single thing.

His own magic was used as the spark to create the light energy and then amplified by the magic power of Satanael that was now a natural part of his Sacred Gear. It meant, he could punch far above his weight class magically with it, at least when it came to Satanael's light.

There was a secondary effect from that ability though. Because of Satanael's magic power amplifying his own, the Sacred Gear was constantly leaking part of Satanael's magic into his own.

Mixing with his own.

And it had slightly increased the speed at which his own magic power grew. Which was already passively growing day by day even without using it because of his stunt against Satanael in the first place with his organs.

"Which means not only will it take longer to drain, but it'll recover even quicker too." he groaned.

Which would make it even harder to stop himself from having any fire breathing related incidents. Soon, it was going to be way too hard to keep this hidden from the devils.

…Well, he could put that thought on the back burner for now.

What was truly important was what he decided on with Irina lasted night. He was going to talk to Yanagi today.

About everything. About her wanting to date him, where he stood now. And of course, in the process, he would have to be absolutely truthful with her.

He couldn't date the girl in full if she accepted the crazy that was his life, without her at the very least knowing what she would be getting herself into.

Kaito sighed.

He turned and opened the bathroom door a moment later, only to pause as he found himself staring at a familiar full, round bouncy ass, bodacious cheeks swallowing up familiar pink panties.

"Hm hm hm!" Irina hummed a cheerful tune as she bent over in front of the fridge, looking inside it, wiggling her hips all the while.

…Did she not notice him opening the bathroom door?

Kaito withheld a sigh and stared at the view presented to him, 'Man, my self control is amazing.' he had to take the time to praise himself as he admired the ass he could have been pounding all night long if not for it.

He nodded to himself.

And slapped Irina on the ass, a loud clap ringing through the apartment.

He admired the way it jiggled deliciously even as Irina yelped and jumped up, whirling around to face him, cheeks flush.

She pouted at him, "What was that for Kaito-kun?" she asked, rubbing her backside.

It was kind of hot.

"Temptation, thy name is Irina." Kaito replied simply.

"Temptation, thy name is Irina." Kaito replied simply.

Her pout was replaced by a pretty smile.

He shook his head, amused in spite of himself. At the very least, she had zipped up her pink hoodie. And while with how big her breasts were, they were still incredibly noticeable, it was a lot easier to control his lust when he couldn't see the vast canyon of her cleavage contained in a frilly pink bra.

"So, how are you feeling?" he asked, "That annoying guy told me to give him a call if anything felt off."

To be exact, Azazel, while Kaito had been deep within his own soul had decided to yoink his phone and stick his contact number in it.

"Mmm,"Irina pursed her lips for a moment, before shrugging, "Not really? Though, is it supposed to be this easy to bring out?" she asked.

And as she said that, she closed her eyes and seemed to focus. After a few seconds, there was a ripple in the air around her bare legs and suddenly they were covered by tight, thigh high black armour held by black traps wrapped around her thighs. Though oddly, there was some form of pink veil wrapped around her stomach as well, the strap of it that held it up looking reminiscent of a thong.

If it was larger, it could have passed for the kind of veiled skirt a harem girl or belly dancer would wear.

…Freaking Azazel, Kaito bet he designed it like that on purpose, the damn pervert.