Chapter 14- Drenched~2

"You don't have to come to my rescue every time..." Her slow mumbling would have remained unheard considering the background noise of heavy downpour, but for Ryouya, her voice was flawlessly audible.

He himself hadn't realized how his senses were getting better after these steamy sessions with his mother and teacher. His back was now straight and without any binding pain and even his eyesight had improved a little.

However, at the moment, his attention wasn't on himself but rather on the girl beside him.

"What do you mean, rescue? I just saw you walking in the rain and came to ask why aren't you with your boyfriend?"

From what Ryouya clearly remembers, the reason they fought in the morning was because Chiaki wanted to invite Ryouya to the new cafe along with her boyfriend.

Yet, here she was.

Chiaki stole her gaze away from him before muttering under her breath, "Souta-kun had some work so he left early."

Ryouya raised his brows, not because upon hearing her words but the fact that she was hiding the truth.

He has been with Chiaki like since forever, to know things so trivial like these. Whenever she couldn't say the truth to someone's face, her eyes turns away and her shoulders drops in submission.

Small details, which one could only discern about someone, after spending years' worth of time with them.

'Why do I feel she's the one to cancel the plan?'

Ryouya didn't pry on the matter for now and urged the girl to move so they doesn't block the gate.

Since the umbrella was small, Ryouya's shoulder was getting slightly drenched and so was Chiaki's, even though they were sticking as close as they could.

Chiaki noticed the situation, which brought a healthy blush to her face before she wrapped herself around his arms, to provide even more space for Ryouya

"What ar-"

"I don't wanna get you sick because of me..." Chiaki stated with her eyes narrowed yet the blush her face had adapted betrayed the purpose of that glare.

'But...aren't you drenching me even more Chiaki...' Her soaked uniform was making him wet as well, possibly more than what the rain could have, but Ryouya didn't point it out to create a scene here.

No words further traveled between them as Ryouya led the girl toward her house which was not so far from school. She lives in a high-end society and her father owns a big mansion-like house which can be seen from afar.

Well, considering that her father owns multiple printing presses and he himself was an editor-in-chief of a famous newspaper, it was given they would be rich. Even her mother owns several bakeries and cafes around the eastern part of Tokyo.

Despite the fact that Ryouya and Chiaki's background status were mismatched, Chiaki's parents never forbade her from meeting him nor entertained the idea to act rudely with him. They were so warm and welcoming that sometimes Ryouya felt whether they were under some cameras of a reality show.

"Okay then...I am leavin-"

"Wait!" Just as Ryouya was about to turn and walk away, Chiaki took hold of the hem of his shirt, making Ryouya raise his brows in questioning.

Now that he was seeing her from the front, Ryouya was slightly mesmerized by her curves which were accentuated by her wet clothes. Her damp hair was sticking to her skin and sprawled messily, providing a sexy touch-up to her already beautiful face. Since she mostly wears sports bras there was no shade that got highlighted because of her state yet just from the exact shape of those meatballs, one could tell how good it would feel to fondle them. Her bare strong and juicy thighs were provided an alluring sensation just by existing. Not to talk about her tempting ass which was now sticking out the most, asking for a good spank.

She seemed extremely enticing for someone who has been getting a hard-on since this afternoon.

"Since there wouldn't be anyone back at your place why don't you hang out a little? I mean, you are drenched as well so stay here until the rain doesn't stop?"

Even though she was the one who doused him she was pretending it to be a natural cause.

However, since the downpour was getting fiercer and Ryouya had nothing too interesting to do back at home, he nodded in assent.

"Great!" Ryouya was slightly taken aback seeing the enthusiasm but he didn't point it out and followed the girl inside her house.

After punching the security code and unlocking the door with a special key which had a small chip as its security criterion, Chiaki opened the door and let him in first.

"I will wash up in my room. You should also shower in the main washroom. You know where to get your clothes, right?"

Ryouya nodded in response before he saw Chiaki dashing upstairs.

Given how often he came to her house, it was natural for him to know things like these. Once, Chiaki's mother offered that Ryouya should keep extra toiletries and a set of clothes in here, just in case. But since it would have been too much intruding in their place, Ryouya immediately dismissed the idea...

....only to find that the lady had already arranged those, and was just testing his view on the matter.

'*Sigh* that lady is quirky at times...' Draping his school bag on the shoe cabinet he exchanged his shoes with sleeper before walking down the lobby.

There was a room on the right of the hallway which was the master bedroom and the only room which Ryouya hadn't visited before and on the right there were two doors for storage and living space.

Sliding the door he walked inside the living room which consisted of a big TV space with a comfortable couch and several bean bags scattered around. After the living room, there was a dining space and an open kitchen.

There was a door beside the kitchen which led him to another small lobby. At the end of the path, there was a cabinet where his spare clothes were arranged. Ryouya had a hard time convincing Chiaki's mom to put his clothes here not in Chiaki's cupboard.

Taking out the oversized shirt and trousers, he closed the cabinet and fetched himself a bathrobe before entering the washroom.

'Hey, system...is there any unit of how much demonic energy I need every day?'

As he began undressing he asked the Guide something he had been thinking about since earlier. Well, he had a lot of things in mind but this was the root that led to every other concern.

[Let's take this in numeric terms then your current capacity would be around 10000 DE]

[After the sweet happenstance with your mother and teacher, your DE has increased to 800 which would allow you to continue your daily life without any brutal altercations like yesterday for a week at most. However, using a minor skill would deduct almost 300 DE at once.]

Although he wasn't familiar with gaming systems and stats, he understood the language, the Guide was using to describe Ryouya's anatomy.

'Wait....10000?! Why my upper limit is so high?'

[Pfft~Its pitiful, truth be told, if compared to other demons who belong to a pure bloodline just like you. Before your second awakening, your limit was only 2000.]

Ryouya grumbled reading the message but there was something concerning here, he needed to ask right away.

"What's with this pure bloodline thingy? And if you say second awakening, does it mean I can have a third awakening as well?"

As a matter of fact, Ryouya really didn't want to experience the torture like yesterday to have his third awakening...if only advancement was necessary, that is.

However, the system's following words made him relaxed and apprehensive at the same time.

[About your bloodline then it's not the correct time to dwell on that. And about your awakening then there are two more left to go. The third awakening would not only unlock numerous other skills but also your DE limit would cease to exist~]

....as Ryouya thought, this Guide was messed up in its head.

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A/N: I will thoroughly explain everything. Expect some steamy scenes in the next one.

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