"You have quite an enticing scent about you... How about it? Would you like to experience something pleasurable with me?"
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Takashi Mitarai, the wielder of the Boosted Gear and the infamous Red Dragon Emperor, had arrived in Kyoto on a school trip.
Unable to sleep after an energetic day spent with his friends, Takashi decided to slip past the teachers, who were monitoring the students, and explore the city at night.
His aimless wandering brought him to a quiet street where he was approached by a strikingly beautiful woman.
She wore a splendid kimono adorned with hydrangea patterns, and her foreign-like appearance stood out against the traditional Japanese backdrop.
Her golden hair shimmered in the moonlight—different from the blonde hues of Asia, Ravel, or even Gasper, whom Takashi knew well. This shade was vivid, radiant, and captivating.
Bathed in the silver glow of the moon, her presence felt otherworldly, almost magical. Her archaic way of speaking added an extra layer of allure that left Takashi momentarily entranced.
"Hmm? Did my words fail to reach your ears? Yes, you—I'm speaking to you," she said, stepping closer without warning.
"Whoa!" Takashi exclaimed, his sharp instincts kicking in as he swiftly leaped back, putting a good five meters between them.
His eyes locked onto her as he steadied himself. Her golden hair cascaded down to her waist, swaying gently in the night breeze. Despite its length, it was immaculate, with not a single strand out of place.
Her face had a delicate beauty, distinctly Japanese yet with subtle foreign features that gave her a unique charm. Her eyes, a slightly muted gold, sparkled like gemstones.
But even more striking than her exquisite face was her voluptuous figure, which commanded attention. Her ample curves pressed against the confines of her kimono, leaving little to the imagination.
Mitarai was no stranger to beautiful women—his harem was a testament to that. From Rias and Akeno to Venelana and Grayfia all were stunning in their own right.
Yet, this woman before him seemed to exude a raw, almost primal allure that set her apart.
Her huge breasts were impossibly full, larger even than Rias's or Akeno's, who had recently reached an impressive 110 cm.
'If she tried to push her kimono up and get into a narrow space, she would definitely get stuck.' Takashi couldn't help but imagine how her figure might render certain spaces impassable.
Noticing his gaze lingering a bit too long, the woman furrowed her elegant brows.
"Hmm ~Sniff~... You... You don't carry any aura of malice, yet this scent of yours..." the blonde said.
"Uh... Can I help you with something?" Takashi asked, his tone calm yet wary.
The woman smirked, "Help? Of course. I sensed a suspicious presence in Kyoto tonight and found you instead!! Your aura is... intoxicating. I couldn't resist approaching you."
"Wait, hold on. Are you seriously flirting with me right now?"
"I don't jest about such matters. Come now, follow me. There's a place nearby—a familiar shop of mine. Let's spend the night together."
Before Mitarai could respond, she closed the distance in an instant, grasped his hand, and began leading him away.
The place she brought him to was a small, traditional Japanese house. ~~
On the way, Mitarai had noticed her casually interacting with two shady men, who had handed over the keys to the house without question.
It seemed she commanded considerable respect, possibly even fear. The way those men addressed her made Takashi wonder if she was some kind of underworld figure.
"Hmph. This place should suffice," she said, gesturing to the quaint but cozy room.
"What do you think? Not bad, right? I designed it myself."
The house was modest, yet its warm and serene atmosphere would appeal to any traditionalist. The limited space made it impossible not to notice how close they were standing.
"You've brought me here, but I still don't know your name," Mitarai said, his tone steady despite the situation.
"Ah, that's right. I haven't introduced myself, have I? How careless of me," she replied with a small laugh, unfolding a fan she had produced seemingly from nowhere.
"I am Yasaka, the one who oversees this land of Kyoto from the shadows."
"Oversees?" Mitarai raised an eyebrow.
"Indeed!! This land is of great importance to certain powerful figures, so they entrusted its management to me. And you are?"
Mitarai straightened up, his crimson dragon aura briefly flaring with dominance. "It's only fair to return an introduction with one of my own!! I am Takashi Mitarai, the Red Dragon Emperor. I'm here on a school trip."
"Hm, hm ~ Such impeccable manners! It's rare to find youngsters who can properly greet these days. Impressive, very impressive."
Yasaka opened and closed the fan in her hand, the rhythmic ~snap~ filling the air. It was a sound that would usually irritate anyone, yet when she did it, it carried an odd elegance.
Her aura was captivating, enough to make even a man as composed as Mitarai feel momentarily swallowed by her presence.
"Well, now that we've exchanged pleasantries, shall we start with a light kiss? Mmm… Kiss ~ Smooch... "
Her thick lips pressed against his, and her sweet breath tickled Mitarai's face. The scent wafting from her was intoxicating, rich enough to cloud the mind of even the mightiest.
Yet, the Red Dragon Emperor was no ordinary man. His powerful dragonic aura flared subtly, steadying his composure even in this sultry exchange.
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