Everyone within and on top of the church was asleep.

Trouble was coming, but there was still time before that.

Despite sleeping the least, Amon was the first to open his eyes.

The golden rays of dawn heat up his body, and slowly wake him up.

The Black Stone hadn't just increased his Stats, including his Endurance Stat. It had also made his ability to recover from fatigue top-tier. A couple of hours of sleep were all he needed. In fact, Amon wasn't even sure that he needed any sleep. Still, it did increase the speed of his recovery, so it was worth doing when possible.

About twenty minutes later, someone else woke up.

Akane's nose twitched, and her eyes shot open at once.

She stared at the wall in front of her, before slowly directing her gaze towards the window.

"Meat?" She muttered.

Akane shook her head, all drowsiness instantly fading, and rose to her feet.

Her nose twitched again.

"MEAT!"

A second later, she opened the hall's window, crouched on the ledge, and leapt.

The wind rushed past as she landed on the grass below.

"Ugh," Levia groaned, woken up. "What now?" she muttered, eyes half-closed, the sound of Akane's landing echoing faintly. "Tsk, stupid Fox," She rolled onto her side, trying to lay her cheek against a pillow. "I should've drained her when I had the chance-"

Her cheek didn't find a pillow, but the hard ground below.

"Oh, right…" She rubbed her sleepy eyes.

With a deep sigh, Levia sat up and ran a hand through her silver hair.

"My first time sleeping out here," She had expected her back to hurt, but it actually felt pretty good. "Hopefully the last," Levia whispered, turning towards her room's closed door.

***

Below, Rita was awake as well.

She remained lying on her bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, hands cuffed behind her back.

She wasn't exactly thinking, but her mind wasn't clear and empty either.

Bits of memory fluttered through her mind like heat waves.

His hand in her hair pulling her closer. His voice, calm, teasing, and assertive.

His smell. The taste of his… The girth and length… His refusal.

She bit her lip, thighs slowly closing together as the heat started rising again.

"Damn it," Rita whispered, biting harder. "I hate that he stopped, and I hate that I have to act like nothing happened."

Acting like it hadn't happened made it less likely for something more to happen after all.

"Tsk," She clicked her tongue and sighed. "Can't even touch myself if I wanted to," Rita found this problem to be entirely his fault. In fact, she could totally imagine him telling her that he had purposefully taken her right to touch herself away from her.

My Mistress's Master is my Master.

'What a cruel and controlling Master he is,' Rita thought, a naughty smile creeping on her face.

***

The soft morning light caressed Syl's face. She opened her eyes, and slowly sat up, back against the headboard.

The blanket fell, revealing her breasts.

She realized that she was lying naked under the blankets and froze.

Her mind replayed the events of the night before. His hand brushing her hair aside, his voice calling her beautiful, his body reacting to hers, the warmth of his skin against hers, their lips meeting…

Her entire body tensed, and she slowly turned towards the other half of the bed.

There wasn't anyone.

She let out a sigh of relief, but was slightly annoyed by the fact that she could feel her cheeks burning.

"What the hell…?" She muttered, pulling the sheets up to hide her breasts despite being alone in the room. "What the hell was that…?"

Syl sighed, cheeks burning.

"Alright," She rubbed her eyes, shook her head, and slapped her cheeks. "Let's pretend that never happened. Pretend that it never happened-"

The door suddenly opened, and Syl quickly moved to cover herself.

"Pretend that…" The door opened, revealing the silver-haired Succubus. "What never happened?"

Syl froze for a moment. She could not tell whether she was relieved or disappointed that it wasn't Amon walking in.

Levia stepped inside without waiting for permission or a reaction. "Morning," The Succubus said, brushing her hair with her fingers.

"Couldn't you knock or something?" Syl muttered, clutching the blanket a bit less tightly.

The Succubus walked in like she owned the place…

"No?" Levia frowned. "This is my room, remember?"

Because she did.

Levia walked over to the tall mirror and stared at her reflection. Her fingers glided over the fabric of her white dress, smoothing invisible wrinkles. Then, with a faint smirk, she leapt towards her drawers, looking for a nice change of clothes.

Syl stared at her for a moment, and remembered herself standing in front of that mirror the night before. She remembered him staring at her, she remembered him calling her beautiful, and she remembered him completely unashamed by the huge erection he had-

"Did he give you his seed?"

The question was so out of this world that Syl didn't even register it.

"I asked you a question," Levia said, still looking through her drawers.

"What… Was the question?"

Her back remaining bent and her hands remaining in the drawers, the Succubus turned slightly towards Syl, staring with serious, narrow eyes.

"Did he give you his seed?"

Gulp-

Syl knew that her silence made her look guilty, but she really couldn't muster the strength to answer.

"Well?"

"No." Syl ended up answering after a long while.

"Why are you blushing?"

"I'm not."

"You are."

"Because it's such a strange and embarrassing question, obviously." Syl explained matter-of-factly.

"Is that so?"

"It is."

"Hm." Levia turned back towards the drawers. "You're a bit of a prude, aren't you?"

"I guess a Succubus wouldn't know anything about that." Syl chuckled, determined to attack. "Why are you asking about his seed, anyway? Want it for yourself exclusively?"

"Yes." Levia answered without an ounce of hesitation. "Well, not necessarily exclusively but…"

The answer made Syl's mind go blank temporarily.

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