The early morning sun cast long shadows across the meticulously manicured lawns of the Takakura estate. Ai Hayasaka moved with fluid grace, her body a blur of motion as she went through her rigorous exercise routine. Normally, her regimen was designed for peak physical conditioning, a necessity for a maid of her caliber, capable of handling any task with quiet efficiency. Lately, however, her workouts had intensified, a direct consequence of her master's… insatiable stamina.
Rin, despite his seemingly average physique, possessed a libido that could exhaust even her. Their nightly activities were a whirlwind of passion, a delicious torment that left her utterly spent yet strangely invigorated. She always fell asleep tangled in his arms, her body thrumming with a pleasure so profound it bordered on addictive. He preferred to release himself inside her, a raw, primal act that sent shivers down her spine. Though she diligently took her contraceptive pills, a tiny, persistent worry about pregnancy had begun to bloom. Yet, the sheer ecstasy of their union, the feeling of being so completely possessed by him, made it a risk she found herself increasingly willing to take.
As she paused, her chest heaving, sweat glistening on her brow and clinging to the curves of her training attire, she felt a familiar gaze. Rin stood by the veranda, a predatory glint in his eyes that she knew all too well. He was already dressed for the day, but the way he looked at her made her feel as though she were already bare.
"Good morning, Hayasaka-san," he purred, strolling towards her. "Working hard, I see."
"Rin-sama," she replied, her voice a little breathless. "Just my usual routine." A lie, and they both knew it.
He stopped inches from her, his scent – a mix of expensive soap and his unique masculine musk – enveloping her. "You look… exceptionally good this morning."
"Rin-sama, please," she began, a token protest. "We have to get ready for—"
His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her body betrayed her instantly, arching into his touch. The smile that spread across her face was one of pure, unadulterated anticipation, mirroring the desire in his. "Perhaps school can wait just a little longer," she whispered, her earlier resolve dissolving like mist in the sun.
Miles away, in the opulent Gremory household, Rias Gremory stared unseeingly at the pages of a grimoire. Her mind, usually sharp and focused on demonic politics or the well-being of her peerage, was adrift. It kept drifting back to him. Rin Takakura.
A faint blush dusted her cheeks. Ever since that brief, electrifying encounter in the hallway, he had become an unwelcome, yet undeniably thrilling, tenant in her thoughts. When she was strategizing, she'd wonder what Rin would think of her plans. When she was relaxing with her peerage, a stray comment would remind her of his smile. Even now, trying to decipher ancient demonic script, his image superimposed itself over the arcane symbols.
"Rias? Is something troubling you?" Issei Hyoudou, her Pawn, asked, his usual boisterousness tempered with concern. The other members of the Occult Research Club – Kiba, Koneko, and Gasper – looked at her with similar curiosity.
Rias blinked, returning to the present. "No, Issei. Just… preoccupied."
"You've been talking about that new first-year, Takakura-kun, quite a bit," Kiba Yuuto observed with a gentle smile. "He must have made quite an impression."
"He certainly seems to have caught your attention, Buchou," Koneko Toujou added, her voice flat but her golden eyes surprisingly perceptive.
Rias felt her blush deepen. "He's just… an interesting individual." An understatement of colossal proportions. She hadn't felt this flustered, this…girlish, since… well, ever.
In her own traditional Japanese home, Akeno Himejima awoke with a soft sigh, the remnants of a vivid dream clinging to her. Rin had been there, his touch electric, his whispers promising delights that made her toes curl even in her waking state. A pang of disappointment hit her as she realized it was only a dream.
But then, a smile bloomed on her face. School. She would see him at school. The thought was a balm to her longing. She practically bounced out of bed, her usual morning languor replaced with an eager energy. She wanted to see him, to talk to him, to feel that strange, exhilarating pull he exerted on her. What were these feelings? She didn't quite understand them, but she knew one thing: she wanted more.
Sona Sitri, paragon of order and discipline, found her meticulous schedule disrupted by a single, recurring anomaly: Rin Takakura. As she reviewed student council reports, her pen would still, her gaze would soften, and she'd remember his easy smile, the unexpected warmth in his eyes after she'd… changed.
She wasn't like this. She was logical, composed, always in control. Yet, around him, her composure frayed. She, Rias, and Akeno had spoken briefly, in hushed, confused tones, about the strange intensity of their feelings. They all felt it – this overwhelming need to be near him, to show him affection, a pressure that built until it felt like they would explode if they didn't act on it.
Meeting him in the crowded hallways of Kuoh, stealing brief moments of conversation, was no longer enough. The polite facade she maintained at school felt like a cage.
A week had passed since their first encounter. A week of stolen glances, brief conversations, and a growing, gnawing hunger for something more.
That Saturday morning, Sona made a decision. She'd acquired Rin Takakura's address – a simple enough task for the Student Council President with her resources. She needed to see him, to talk to him properly, away from the prying eyes and ringing bells of the academy. The thought of being alone with him sent a shiver of nervous excitement down her spine.
Dressed in smart casual attire, she arrived at the gates of an imposing mansion, far grander than she had anticipated. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the intercom.
"Yes, who is it?" a polite, female voice answered – Ai Hayasaka, Rin's ever-present attendant.
"It's Sona Sitri, from Kuoh Academy. I'm here to see Takakura-kun."
A moment of silence, then, "Please come in, Sitri-sama. Rin-sama is expecting… guests."
Guests? Plural? Sona frowned slightly but proceeded up the long, winding driveway. As the mansion came into full view, she saw two other figures already standing at the grand entrance, their presence as unexpected as it was infuriating.
Rias Gremory, looking every bit the crimson-haired princess, a slight frown marring her perfect features.
And Akeno Himejima, her usual playful smile strained, her violet eyes narrowed.
They turned as Sona approached, a silent, charged understanding passing between the three of them. They had all come here with the exact same intention: to have Rin Takakura all to themselves.
The air crackled with unspoken rivalry. This was not going to be a simple visit.