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Thunder and Black Wings 38
🕑 Added 2025-07-17 06:35:12 +0000 UTCChapter 38:
– The Ancient One –
The Ancient One sat cross-legged at the center of her private sanctum. Her eyes remained closed, and the Time Stone hovered steadily before her.
It had become her weekly ritual, a routine check-up on the intricate threads of the future.
By now, it had grown mundane. The timeline had long been settled—etched deep into destiny itself. Her life, her death, and even the ascension of Stephen Strange to the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme. All of these events were already set firmly in place.
Still, the weekly tradition was comforting, and it never hurt to be vigilant.
She inhaled deeply, centering her mind, before opening herself fully to the visions that flowed from the Time Stone. For a moment, everything was as expected, linear and neat, almost reassuring in its familiarity.
But then, without warning, something shifted violently within her perception!
Her entire body tensed, and she let out a startled gasp, eyes flying open in shock. Thousands upon thousands of chaotic images crashed into her mind all at once, each one an alternate future fighting violently for dominance.
"What—?" she whispered, her breathing suddenly uneven. The stone trembled in mid-air, its gentle humming now sounding shrill and anxious. "What the hell is this?"
The carefully structured future she'd built over centuries, the future she meticulously protected and shaped, had just exploded into countless fragmented possibilities!
She saw glimpses of timelines previously unimaginable. Visions of herself living hundreds of additional years, guiding humanity through events that she had long thought impossible. Those weren’t so bad she supposed. It wasn’t like she WANTED to die.
…Other images were much darker. Earth plunged into despair, cities razed and consumed by shadows, monstrous alien warships bombarding the planet relentlessly from orbit.
"No. This can't be," she muttered, standing abruptly. The stone dropped sharply, nearly touching the floor, before steadying itself at knee-height. The Ancient One steadied her breath, extending her hand toward the artifact to regain control.
Slowly, the visions subsided, but her pulse still raced.
Footsteps sounded outside the heavy wooden door. A hesitant knock echoed through the chamber. "Ancient One?" came the concerned voice of her trusted disciple, Master Mordo. "Are you all right? I sensed a disturbance."
Taking a moment to regain composure, she responded evenly, "Enter, Mordo."
The door creaked open, revealing Mordo's cautious expression as he stepped inside. He was clearly worried, his brows furrowed deeply as he took in the troubled state of his mentor. "I've never felt such a powerful disruption. Has something happened?"
"The future," she said quietly, glancing back at the Time Stone as it gently rotated in the air. "It has changed..."
His dark eyes widened in surprise. "Changed? For good or bad?"
She shook her head slowly. "I do not yet understand. But someone—or something—has disrupted the flow of time, and it's caused chaos I've never imagined. Chaos we will not be able to control…" And why were so many of her visions filled with black feathers?
Mordo stepped closer. "What must we do?"
"We must find this chaotic element immediately," the Ancient One said firmly. “The chaotic anomaly is protected from my sight," she admitted softly, frustration clear in her tone. "Someone or something powerful is deliberately hiding them from my view. All I can discern clearly is a location—they are somewhere in California.”
“Then I'll leave at once,” Mordo announced decisively. “If he's a rogue element, I'll capture or eliminate him. That is the duty of the sorcerers. We must preserve order—”
Mordo’s sentence was abruptly cut off as an immense and unseen force slammed down upon them both!
The sheer power pressed their bodies forcefully into the woven mats on the stone floor, instantly immobilizing them. Neither Mordo nor the Ancient One could speak, move, or even draw breath. The air around them turned thick, vibrating with an overwhelming presence, powerful and infinite beyond their comprehension. It felt as though the universe itself had descended upon them with crushing authority.
Then the presence spoke—a single word resonating with terrible finality.
“NO.”
As swiftly as the force had appeared, it vanished entirely, releasing them from its invisible grasp. The two sorcerers lay stunned, gasping desperately for air. Slowly, shakily, Mordo pushed himself upright, sweat beading across his forehead as he struggled to regain his composure.
His eyes wide with shock and fear, Mordo stared at the Ancient One and managed to whisper hoarsely, “Was that…? Master, was that who I think it was? Was it really the—”
“DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME!” the Ancient One sharply interrupted him, pushing herself carefully up from the floor, her normally steady hands trembling visibly as she rose. Her breathing remained shallow, and her gaze was haunted by genuine fear—an expression Mordo had never before witnessed on her face. Gathering herself, she exhaled slowly, smoothing down the front of her golden robes with slightly trembling fingers. Her voice softened, becoming subdued, almost cautious. “If he—if that being has taken this chaotic element under his personal protection, then we have no recourse. None. Any interference from us would be folly.” She paused, clearly troubled, before continuing quietly, “In fact, perhaps the wisest course now is for us to aid the champion this entity has chosen. We must remain vigilant and supportive, but from a safe and respectful distance…”
Mordo stared at her, stunned, and simply nodded, visibly shaken by the terrifying encounter they'd just endured.
She had feared her whole life for the day she'd have to face Dormammu, to answer for the power she'd secretly siphoned from his realm over so many years. Yet, in the brief, crushing moment they'd just endured, she'd realized Dormammu was nothing—nothing compared to the being she had just sensed. She had never believed she would actually encounter that being, assuming instead that he existed only in whispered legends meant to warn ambitious sorcerers of their limitations.
Oh, how terribly wrong she'd been.
Mordo shifted nervously beside her, his eyes still darting anxiously around the room. After several uneasy breaths, he finally gathered the courage to speak again.
“Master,” he asked hesitantly, his voice low and uncertain, “should I... should I still go to California as we planned?”
The Ancient One shook her head slowly, her expression thoughtful and cautious. “No. Not yet. We'll hold off for a few months. For now, we must watch carefully—from a safe distance only.”
– Natasha –
Natasha Romanoff stood beside Coulson in Director Fury’s office, her arms folded calmly across her generous chest as Coulson flipped through the pages of their report.
Fury leaned against his large wooden desk, his single eye narrowed thoughtfully while studying the holographic screen displaying footage of Blake Himejima. The enhanced individual had recently returned to America with Stark.
Fury tapped the screen, pausing on an image of Blake manifesting eight dark, feathered wings that shimmered menacingly. "Eight wings popped out of nowhere? Where was he hiding them? They're as big as his body." he muttered, almost to himself. "And what exactly is this lightning he's controlling?"
Coulson glanced up from his report. "We're not entirely certain yet, sir. But Himejima obliterated that unidentified crab-like creature on the beach with a single blast. Vaporized it completely."
Fury let out an irritated breath, turning his intense glare toward Coulson and Natasha. "You're telling me we didn't manage to recover any DNA samples from this creature? Nothing at all?"
Coulson shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his tie slightly under Fury's piercing gaze. "The creature was completely vaporized, Director. Nothing physical remained to analyze."
Fury gave a heavy sigh, running his hand over his jaw. "That crab monster—what the hell was it? Do we have any leads at all?"
"None so far," Natasha interjected smoothly, stepping forward to stand closer to the display. "We're working on identifying it, but this thing isn't matching anything we've encountered before. Whatever it was, it’s a new threat."
Coulson pointed toward the holographic footage, his expression serious and focused. "Director, that creature was massive—easily as big as a car—and moved just as fast. It was built like an armored tank, and I'm certain our agents armed with standard sidearms would have stood no chance against it."
Natasha's jaw tightened slightly, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the holographic projection of the monstrous creature. She'd faced numerous threats over the years—assassins, terrorists—but nothing quite like this. The sheer size, speed, and strength of the creature made her uneasy. All her intensive training, her skills, and experience—would any of it have truly mattered against a literal monster?
She didn't want to admit to herself that there might be limitations to what even she could handle. Failure was never an option for Natasha Romanoff, and the thought of confronting something she couldn't defeat left a sour taste in her mouth.
And yet Blake Himejima instantly killed that monster…
Freaking superpowers… They were unfair!
"Good thing Blake was there, thunder and black wings and all..." she muttered. And then she put on a fake smirk to hide how she was really feeling.
Coulson glanced sideways at her, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "Those wings? You find them impressive?"
Natasha's fake smile widened into a playful grin. "Impressive, and maybe even a bit sexy, if I'm being honest."
Coulson rolled his eyes, a wry chuckle escaping his lips. "Funny you say that, considering your charm didn't quite work on Blake this morning in the SUV."
She pursed her lips. "Thanks for reminding me," she replied dryly, her tone dripping with mild annoyance. Natasha Romanoff wasn't accustomed to failing, especially when employing her skills of "seduction."
"You know, Natasha, with those wings and that lightning, Blake looks almost angelic," he pointed out.
She leaned slightly against Fury's desk, crossing one leg over the other comfortably as she regarded Coulson with a skeptical smirk. "Angelic? Please. After spending my childhood in the Red Room, religion isn't exactly something I find believable..."
Coulson raised an eyebrow, the amusement never leaving his expression. "Well, whatever he is, there's certainly something extraordinary about him."
Natasha nodded slowly, her gaze returning thoughtfully to Blake's image. "Extraordinary and dangerous. We’d better keep an eye on him closely..."
Coulson gave Natasha a playful glance, his lips quirking into a teasing smile. "Exactly how closely do you want us to keep an eye on Blake? Based on the surveillance audio we picked up from Miss Potts’ residence last night. The audio you seemed to enjoy listening too—"
Natasha shot Coulson an icy glare at his insinuation. Yes it had sounded hot as fuck, and yes she had listened in, but that was because it was her job—not because she was some kind of voyeur!
She was about to respond sharply when Fury loudly cleared his throat, cutting Coulson off mid-sentence. "Enough," Fury growled, his voice low and clearly irritated. "I don't want to hear any more details. Keep it professional."
"Yes, sir," Natasha responded quickly, straightening her posture and masking her annoyance with practiced ease.
"Sorry, sir..." Coulson immediately echoed her words, a sheepish expression on his face.
Fury glared at the two of them with one eye for a moment.
Natasha exhaled quietly, a small shiver of unease running down her spine. Fury's temper was legendary among SHIELD agents, and getting on his bad side was a situation she always preferred to avoid. She exchanged a quick look with Coulson, silently agreeing they'd pushed their luck far enough.
Fury straightened, pushing off from his desk and fixing Coulson with a firm gaze. "Coulson, your priority will be tracking down Blake's sister—Akeno Himejima. Scour every database we have, find her location, no matter where in the world she's hiding."
Blake had clearly indicated that if SHIELD managed to locate his sister, he would willingly provide them with the information they were seeking. A single 18 year old girl shouldn't be too difficult for an agency like SHIELD to track down, especially with detailed descriptions and a full name already in hand. Additionally, Natasha remembered Blake mentioning the distinct feature of his sister having purple eyes, just like his mother did—something that would make Akeno significantly easier to identify.
Coulson nodded briskly. "Understood, Director. I'll get right on it."
Turning sharply toward Natasha, Fury's single eye narrowed slightly, assessing her carefully. Natasha shifted uneasily under his intense scrutiny, feeling a slight flutter of nervousness in her stomach.
"Romanoff," Fury continued steadily, his voice deliberately controlled, "you're going back into the field. Your assessment of Blake suggests he's a typical, sexually-driven eighteen-year-old despite his enhanced status."
Natasha raised an eyebrow cautiously, meeting Fury's gaze with a mix of wariness and resolve. "You want me to continue getting close to him, sir—even knowing he's fully aware I already tried and failed...?"
Fury offered a dry smirk, the barest hint of amusement creeping into his expression. "Romanoff, I have full confidence in your talents..."
Natasha exhaled softly, steadying herself as she gave a small nod of understanding. She had her orders—she would adapt, overcome, and succeed. She always did.
Although this time she wasn't sure if that would be the case, she had some kind of feeling that if she continued trying to pursue Blake—bad things would happen to her. She wondered why?
– Blake –
A few hours earlier…
I stepped out of the unmarked van, glancing over my shoulder as the two agents handed me their business card before speeding off without another word. Clearly, they didn't want to stick around longer than necessary, which suited me just fine.
Right on cue, the mansion’s door swung open, and several disheveled party-goers staggered out into the morning sunlight. One woman in particular caught my attention. She stumbled barefoot down the steps, clutching a tequila bottle in one hand and, unbelievably, her own panties dangling loosely from her fingers in the other.
She noticed me watching her and flashed a slow, drunken smile, her eyes half-lidded and glazed from the aftermath of whatever wild night she'd clearly had. With exaggerated effort, she raised the tequila bottle to her lips, took a messy swig, then dramatically wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She stumbled slightly, giggling loudly to herself as she held up the lacy underwear, waving them teasingly in my direction.
"Hey there, handsome," she drawled. "Looking for a morning pick-me-up?"
"...Thanks, but I'll pass."
The woman scowled, her playful demeanor instantly replaced by annoyance. "Your loss, asshole," she snapped, slurring her words. "You have no idea what you're missing. My pussy is top-tier, sweetheart. Just ask the five guys from last night—they certainly didn't complain." She gave a haughty "hmph," tossing her tangled blonde hair over her shoulder, before wobbling unsteadily past me.
I watched her retreat with a mixture of disbelief and amusement, shaking my head slightly as she disappeared down the driveway...
I stepped through the massive double doors of Stark’s mansion, immediately hit by the aftermath of what must have been one hell of a party. Empty bottles littered every surface, discarded clothing was draped haphazardly over furniture, and the faint scent of alcohol and sweat hung thickly in the air.
I smirked as I navigated carefully around a coffee table overturned on its side. Clearly, I’d missed an unforgettable night here, but I wasn’t complaining. My night with Pepper more than made up for it. The memory of her beneath me, her moans in my ear, sent a satisfied smile spreading across my face.
A tantalizing but familiar aroma drew me from my pleasant memories, causing my stomach to rumble in anticipation. Carefully stepping over Happy Hogan—who was sprawled out and snoring loudly on the plush carpet, I made my way toward what I hoped was the kitchen.
The mansion was undeniably impressive despite everything, Stark clearly spared no expense. Each room I passed through was decked out in the latest tech and luxurious furnishings. Eventually, I pushed open the swinging door to the kitchen, stopping abruptly in the doorway. The kitchen itself was state-of-the-art with touch-screen controls embedded seamlessly into countertops and appliances.
And standing in front of a high-tech stove, calmly flipping pancakes onto a large plate, was my mother, Shuri.
She spun around when she noticed she wasn't alone anymore in the kitchen. Obviously she sensed me, she was a jonin.
My mother’s stunning face lit up instantly when she spotted me, her vivid purple eyes sparkling with delight. She bounded over, leaping into the air with such enthusiasm that I barely had time to brace myself. Grunting slightly, I caught her effortlessly thanks to my enhanced strength, my arms instinctively wrapping around her petite frame as she squeezed me tightly.
“Oh my God, Blake! You totally missed out!” Shuri gushed excitedly. “Last night was absolutely crazy—probably the most fun I've had in forever. You should've been here! Where were you?”
I gently set her down, cheeks warming slightly as I recalled last night’s events. Clearing my throat, I reminded her, “You literally told me to go and comfort Pepper when she was upset yesterday, remember?” I reminded her.
Her eyes widened playfully, a mischievous smirk curling her lips as she nudged my side knowingly. “Oh hoh? Comforting Pepper, huh?” she teased, drawing out the word suggestively. Her smirk deepened into a teasing grin as she leaned closer, “Did my son add another beautiful lady to his growing harem last night?”
I couldn’t help but smile back, shaking my head slightly as embarrassment and amusement mixed together. “Well, I did spend the night with Pepper, yes,” I admitted slowly. “But whether she's officially part of my 'harem' remains to be seen. Still, she's an incredible woman—definitely worth getting to know better.” My voice trailed off thoughtfully...
"...Did you seriously fuck my secretary last night, kid?" came Tony's unmistakable voice from behind me.
I spun around quickly to see Tony Stark strolling into the kitchen, hands stuffed casually into his pockets. Considering he'd been dragged from a warzone less than twenty-four hours ago, he looked surprisingly decent—tired and rough around the edges, sure, but still very much better than yesterday.
I hesitated, momentarily unsure how to respond.
Before I could speak, my mother chimed in enthusiastically from beside me, her grin broad and mischievous. "He absolutely did! My son's such a stud," she bragged proudly, giving me a playful nudge. "Just like his momma—we both got lucky last night."
I cringed, shooting Tony an irritated glare as embarrassment warmed my cheeks. "Mom, seriously? I really didn't need to hear that."
Tony laughed loudly, clearly entertained by my discomfort. His eyes sparkled mischievously as he stepped closer, grinning broadly. "Feel free to call me 'Daddy' anytime you want, son," he teased, emphasizing the last word with exaggerated affection.
"Please stop..."
Still chuckling, Tony reached out and clapped me on the shoulder, his expression turning slightly more serious. "Relax, kid. Good on you for taking care of Pepper—she definitely needed to loosen up. That woman can be high-maintenance as hell." His gaze sharpened, his voice firming up. "But seriously, don't fuck this up. Don't break her heart."
I met his stare evenly, giving a determined nod. "I wasn't planning on it."
Tony paused for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as something occurred to him. "Wait a minute, how exactly did you even get here from Pepper's place? You didn't actually fly, did you?"
"Nah, I got a lift from that nosy agent guy—the same one who was hanging around yesterday. He was conveniently lurking outside Pepper's house. Probably spying on us," I added bitterly, annoyance creeping into my voice.
Freaking government voyeurs...
Tony grimaced sympathetically, nodding in understanding. "Yeah, secret agents tend to be a hell of a lot less fun and a lot more irritating in reality than in the movies. Just make sure you don't owe them any favors, kid. They'll collect, trust me."
I shrugged sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck. "Yeah, about that… It might already be too late."
Tony's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"I asked them to help find my sister—Akeno," I admitted quietly. "Figured with all their resources, they'd stand a better chance than I would or even you could," I added.
As soon as I mentioned Akeno's name, my mother's playful expression vanished instantly.
My mother's expression turned somber, her vibrant purple eyes glistening slightly as she folded her arms tightly around herself. "I truly hope we find Akeno soon, wherever she is," she said softly, her voice filled with a quiet, aching sadness. "I just want our family back together—well, most of it." Her eyes hardened instantly, her jaw tightening with bitterness. "Minus Baraqiel, of course. That selfish bastard can rot in hell for abandoning his own children," she hissed fiercely.
Tony cleared his throat awkwardly, clearly sensing the raw pain beneath her words. "Don’t worry, Shuri," he assured her, his tone more gentle than usual. "I'll run my own search algorithms just in case Big Brother comes up shooting blanks...Hehe..."
"Very crass, sir," Jarvis interjected dryly from overhead.
I startled at that, forgetting Tony had made his own Skynet for some reason and trusted it with his whole life apparently. And it had obviously been listening into our entire conversation so far. I noticed Shuri wasn't completely comfortable with Jarvis either but neither of us said anything at this moment.
…Jarvis continued, "Also, sir, there appear to be two young women currently knocking at the front door?"
Tony chuckled dismissively, waving a hand casually in the air. "Tell them they're way too late for the party, Jarvis. They missed all the fun. Let 'em know to come back next time."
"Sir," Jarvis responded, "these young women aren't here for the party. They specifically asked for Young Master Blake. Apparently, they're friends from his school—a Miss Jean Grey and a Miss Emma Frost."
The instant those names registered, my heart skipped a beat, my eyes widening in shock and disbelief. Jean and Emma? Here, at Stark’s place? What the hell were they doing here—and more importantly, how the fuck did they even know I was here!? Memories of my interactions with both girls flooded through me, and I felt my stomach tighten nervously.
Shuri quickly caught onto my complicated expression. "Blake," she began softly, though her playful grin returned swiftly, "why do you look so worried?"
I sighed, running a hand through my black hair as anxiety mixed with anticipation twisted in my gut. "Honestly, Mom, I'm not exactly sure myself..."
The last time I saw those two girls was...a lot.
"I still want to meet the young ladies who saved my son's life from that bastard Kokabiel." She leaned in closer. "And while we're at it, I think it's only fair we find out if they'd like a more permanent spot in your little growing harem."
Tony laughed out loud, clapping me firmly on the shoulder. "Goddamn, kid. You really are one lucky bastard. Just remember, juggling multiple women can be exhausting. Believe me, I've enjoyed my fair share of threesomes, but managing official relationships with more than one woman? Not worth the headache..." he added with an almost haunted look that spoke of experience.
And I did understand where Tony was coming from. After all, that was sort of the reason I never took Anko up on her offer for a quick fuck back in the chunin exams. No matter how crazy hot she was... More emphasis on crazy though...
Shuri slid closer and hugged his arm possessively. "Well, Tony, that won't be an issue anymore will it?"
To my surprise, Tony's expression softened dramatically. "You're absolutely right, Shuri," he told her sincerely. "You're the final woman for me. I'm done playing around."
Shuri’s eyes sparkled with delighted triumph as she wrapped her arms around his arm tighter. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear," she purred smugly, resting her head against his shoulder in obvious satisfaction.
I rolled my eyes.
The swinging doors to the kitchen suddenly pushed open behind us, interrupting the moment. My breath caught in my throat as I turned sharply, already recognizing the familiar voices calling my name.
"Blake!" Jean's gentle voice reached me first, her tone filled with warmth and relief. She stepped gracefully into the kitchen, her bright green eyes lighting up when they met mine. Her long, fiery-red hair flowed elegantly down her shoulders, framing a face that was just as beautiful and expressive as I'd remembered. Her lips curved into a soft, heartfelt smile that made my heart skip a beat.
Damn, she really was gorgeous.
Right beside her, Emma Frost entered with her usual air of seductive confidence, her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. Her platinum blonde hair was perfectly styled, contrasting sharply with her flawless, pale skin. A playful smirk touched her painted blue lips as she placed a hand casually on her hip, appraising me with open appreciation.
"Missed us, Blake?" Emma teased lightly, her voice dripping with playful amusement as her eyes swept appreciatively over me. "We certainly missed you..."
"Jean, Emma," I greeted softly, stepping toward them cautiously, unsure exactly how to handle the potent combination of emotions suddenly flooding through me. "I'm surprised you found me here...all the way in California..." I added with a curious look.
"Peter told us you called him..." Jean moved closer, her eyes softening as she reached out, taking my hand gently in hers. "We had to make sure you were alright. After everything that happened…" her voice trailed off, filled with genuine concern.
Emma chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on Jean’s hand clasping mine before returning her attention fully to me. "What Jean means to say is—we couldn't just let you go so easily..."
– Akeno –
…It was well past one in the morning, and school was only a few hours away, but Akeno couldn’t sleep to save her life. She stood in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties, pressed against the cold windowpane as she stared up at the full moon. The silver light painted her skin.
She heard the sheets behind her shift and glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, Rias was stirring—her king, her best friend, and right now, the world’s most persistent cuddler. Rias Gremory was as naked as the day she was born and didn’t give a damn about modesty, her lush red hair falling across bare shoulders as she slipped out of bed. Rias’s heavy breasts—impressive, even if not quite as showy as Akeno’s—bounced slightly with every step as she padded over, concern etched on her beautiful face.
Rias didn’t bother with small talk. She reached out, gentle fingers brushing Akeno’s bare arm. “Is something wrong, Akeno?”
Akeno offered a soft smile, covering Rias’s hand with her own. She wasn’t sure how to explain it. Rias wasn’t her lover, but they had an understanding. Rias liked to sleep with someone—literally with someone, skin to skin—because being alone in the dark unsettled her.
Even though Devils literally had night vision...
And Akeno, if she was honest, liked the comfort too, even if she’d never say it out loud. After everything that had happened in her life, sharing Rias’s bed didn’t feel weird.
"It’s nothing," Akeno said quietly, though her eyes drifted back to the moon. "I just... I have this weird feeling. It started yesterday. Like something changed, or something’s about to change. I just can’t figure out what.”
Rias moved closer, her naked body radiating warmth as she stood by Akeno’s side. "Do you want to talk about it?" Rias asked gently, genuine worry etched across her face.
But Akeno just shook her head, her long black hair swaying softly as she turned her eyes back to the glowing moon outside.
"It's probably nothing," Akeno murmured, though even she didn’t believe it. "I’ve just had this weird feeling ever since yesterday."
Rias let out a low, knowing chuckle. "Akeno, you know as well as I do—'weird feelings' in our world almost never mean nothing. But, fine. I’ll let it go—for now. You're my best friend, and I trust you. If you need me, you know where to find me. Back in bed because it's COLD."
Akeno smirked, deciding to tease her friend. "Ara, Rias, you're only cold because you sleep naked."
Rias pouted adorably, planting her fists on her bare hips. "You're one to talk, Akeno! That lingerie set is hardly any better. You can't tell me that little bra and those panties keep you warm at night. I can literally see through them."
Akeno just grinned...
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Maxime Cusson
I need to say it: He said it! He said the title!
Pride
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