LP CH 86 (Patreon)

In order to understand what was happening, it was necessary to go back a few moments.

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“Since you decided to shelter her despite the risks, why stop simply there? Let’s go all in.”

A daring and impish smile floated on her usually expressionless face,

“Let’s add her to your peerage.”

After Lucia said this she stayed silent as she awaited Basara's decision. After all, she was just a maid. While she could make some proposals, the final decision would always depend on Basara.

No matter what choice he ended up making, she was ready to follow through it to the end.

Meanwhile, Basara was thinking deeply about Lucia’s argument and found himself agreeing with them.

Helping Kuroka and indirectly Shirone was his own initiative. His selfishness so to speak.

Be it, Lucia or Asia, they had absolutely nothing to do with this situation. One could argue that in Lucia's case, she was related to Shirone since Shirone was Rias’s rook, but this was wrong.

Not only was Lucia only not in any way obligated to act, but Shirone wouldn’t be affected negatively if the truth was forever buried.

In the end, he was basically making his servant risk their lives with no tangible benefits.

He wanted to act as if he was a hero.

But the truth was…He was a hero no more.

“You are right.”

If he choose to protect Kuroka despite the risks, then he needed a reward worth the effort.

“What’s your plan?”

Lucia smiled. Glad that her master was someone who could be reasoned with. There was no greater sorrow for a servant than to meet a bad master after all.

“Asia should wake up soon. Her reserve of energy are nearly empty and she should be quite shocked after what happened. Why not bring her some solace? I will take care of the rest.”

Basara gave a wry smile at the twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

It was clear that this situation was quite entertaining for her.

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Now they were back to the current moment.

Following Lucia on the stairs, Kuroka reached the 1st floor of the house and continued to walk until they were not far from one of the bedrooms.

As she came closer, the entranced voice of the girl became clearer to Kuroka’s ears.

Her mind, as sharp as ever was telling her that something was wrong. After all, Basara was a powerful warrior.

How was it possible for him to have not heard the two of them coming so close?

If Kuroka had been in her normal state, she would have immediately bolted out and escaped in the night without turning back.

But right now, there were many factors hampering her cognition.

First and foremost, she was in heat.

Secondly, the reason for this heat was none other than Basara.

Thirdly, she had a succubus next to her gently enticing her.

All of this compounded to give birth to the current situation. A cat was approaching her doom like a moth chasing a flame.

Without Lucia urging her, Kuroka slowly approached the partially opened door, and from the slight gap, peered at the sight on the other side.

“Oh my…”

A voice of surprise leaked out from her at the surprising sight that greeted her.

Right now, clad in nothing but a pair of white panties was the girl that healed her a few days ago.

In her mind, the girl was basically a saintess. The kind of girl you could never imagine doing something dirty.

That girl was closing her eyes and moaning in pleasure as Basara worked on sucking and pinching her breasts while sometimes kissing her.

Everytime he kissed her, the reaction would be great as Asia would arch her back and release loud moans, leaving no misunderstanding about how much she loved this.

Her white panty was completely soaked and the same fate had befallen the sheet of the bed. Her expression was loose as if she was basically walking in heaven.

The scent of love juice and pheromones drifting from the room were like a blast that ended up hitting Kuroka heavily on the face, leaving her a little dizzy as she took a few steps back and nearly landed on her butt.

She was stopped from doing so by Lucia who stood behind her and whispered,

“Basara-sama is a quite skilled, right?”

Kuroka blushed. She could feel herself becoming damp as she remembered what she just witnessed.

Basara’s body was a work of art and the scars were beautiful medals.

Her instincts were screaming at her. To rush right here right now and enter the room to mate with Basara.

She tried to fight with her reasons but even her reason ended up betraying her in a splendid way.

But, just as she was about to break down, she felt a hand on her shoulder and was thus woken up.

“Shall we go? We have already arranged your sleeping quarter.”

Kuroka was bewildered and she nearly cried ‘why!?’

It was only after a godly level of effort that she managed to control herself and followed Lucia, but could not stop herself from hearing the moan of pleasure.

“I am sorry for the inconvenience. As you can see, Basara-sama has quite a deep relationship with the member of his peerage. Such a situation might be common so I hope you understand.”

“It’s…It’s alright, nyaa~”

Kuroka's voice sounded feeble even to herself. Her throat was itchy and her underwear felt uncomfortable.

Turning around, Lucia continued, “You can take a hot…or a cold bath and I have already prepared a change of clothes as well as underwear for you.”

Even though Lucia did not add anything else, the hidden meaning in her words and the pointed look at the floor made Kuroka flush in shame.

She didn’t need to look down to know she had made a mess on the floor.

“I…I am sorry.”

Kuroka wished to die.

She wanted to crawl and have the ground swallow her whole in an instant.

She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life and the knowing smile Lucia was giving didn’t help.

“Do not worry. I perfectly understand. I will take care of it later. For now, you should go take a bath.”

On those words, Lucia began to walk away, leaving a confused Kuroka,

“Where are you going?”

“Me?” Lucia pointed at herself before nodding, “I am going to join them of course.”

On those words and without waiting for an answer, Lucia walked in Basara’s room and closed the door shut behind her.

It didn’t take long for her voice to join Asia and form a chorus of girls singing their pleasures.

That night…Kuroka did not end up sleeping.

She also had to put the sheet she used that night in the washing machine for obvious reasons.

This was the start of a very frustrating cohabitation.

(AN: Kuroka is going through the joy of NNN meanwhile Basara said fuck NNN.)