Chapter 97: NTR bastard

Chapter 97: NTR bastardAs I sat on a bench in the park(DXD world), I couldn't help but ponder the recent developments since my return from Nazarick.

And by "developments," I mean Shalltear's sudden penchant for showing up at my doorstep at the most inconvenient times—breakfast, lunch, dinner, and every moment in between.

Now, don't get me wrong, Shalltear is a fine specimen of a vampire and I like her company, but her persistent presence in cosplay attire was starting to raise a few eyebrows. I mean, who wears a full-on cosplay outfit to a casual meal?

I could practically hear Albedo's internal monologue screaming, "Competition, thy name is Shalltear!" every time she caught sight of Shalltear's elaborate get-ups. Not that I minded the attention, but it was getting a tad bit ridiculous.

As Shalltear fluttered around in her cosplay glory, I couldn't help but wonder if she was trying to seduce me with her wardrobe choices.

But then again, it's not every day you see a vampire rocking a maid outfit or a swimsuit like it's nobody's business.

"Is she trying to cosplay her way into my heart?" I mused to myself, stifling a chuckle. "Well, she certainly knows how to make an impression."

And let's not forget the occasional sparks that flew between Shalltear and Albedo whenever they crossed paths. It was like watching a battle of wills disguised as polite conversation, with Albedo's trademark smirk and Shalltear's coy smiles adding fuel to the fire.

Now, some might question why I haven't taken a more proactive approach with Shalltear. After all, why not just sweep her off her feet and whisk her away to the bedroom? Well, the answer is simple: Shalltear is like a Pandora's box of the sexual world.

You see, delving into the depths of Shalltear's desires is akin to opening that fabled box, unsure of what delights—or horrors—await within.

Shalltear's creator, Peroroncino, was renowned as one of the biggest perverts in Yggdrisil. And let me tell you, Shalltear inherited every last bit of his...eccentricities. Her flavor text alone could fill a small novel, with half of it dedicated to her myriad fetishes.

Even Tabula Smaragdina, the setting maniac himself, couldn't hold a candle to what Peroroncino cooked up.

Back in Yggdrisil, I had the power to tweak her settings, but I decided against it. Call it arrogance or naivety, but I believed I could handle whatever Shalltear threw my way. Boy, was I wrong.

After experiencing the...shall we say, unique charms of both Albedo and Yuri, I realized that Shalltear was a whole different ball game.

She's like the final boss of fetishes, and I'm just a humble Vampire God trying to survive the encounter with my dignity intact.

Sure, one of these days I'll will make her mine, but for now, my balls need a well-deserved break from all the physical gymnastics.

But mark my words, Shalltear, one day you'll be mine. Just not today. Today, I'm content to sit back, relax, and let my poor, overworked balls take a breather.

As I indulged in my contemplations, lost in the intricacies of Shalltear's enigmatic allure, I suddenly sensed a disturbance in the air—a punch hurtling towards my left side with alarming speed. Instinct kicked in, and I dodged the attack with lightning reflexes, creating a safe distance between myself and my unexpected assailant.

Turning to face my would-be attacker, I found myself staring into the eyes of a girl with a black eye, dressed in what could only be described as a magical girl's ensemble.

Instantly recognizing her, my mind raced with a flurry of thoughts. This was Serafall, one of the Four Great Satans and ruler of the Gremory clan. But despite my knowledge of her identity, I had to play it cool. After all, I hadn't officially met her yet, and my carefully crafted persona demanded that I maintain the facade of ignorance.

"Didn't you think it's rude to attack a person out of nowhere?" I quipped, trying to keep my tone light despite the tension crackling in the air.

Serafall's eyes narrowed at my words, her expression a mix of indignation and simmering rage. "How dare you steal Sona-chan from me, you NTR bastard!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with accusation.

Ah, so that's what this was about. It seems like Sona had told her family about her defeat in chess against me.

"Look, who ever you are," I began, trying to navigate the minefield of family drama without getting blown to smithereens. "I assure you, there's nothing going on between Sona and me (for now). We're just friends, I promise."

But Serafall wasn't having any of it, her fists clenched and ready to rumble like a disgruntled brawler at a carnival.

"You may be able to fool Sona-chan, but you can't fool me," she shot back, her voice brimming with righteous fury. "I know a love rival when I see one, and you, my friend, are the prime suspect."

"I also hear that you have a lover."

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