Akira stared at the options floating in his vision, his cock throbbing insistently against his jeans as a reminder of the unfinished business Lilithia's influence had started. His body was screaming for release, every nerve ending still buzzing with residual lust energy.

He looked at Ayaka, remembering his promise during the battle. "Stay in charge, and I promise you one hell of a time together... just you and I."

Her eyes had brightened at those words, at the promise of what was to come. And now here they were, alone in the hallway, her body pressed against his as she helped him walk.

But something felt off about taking her right now, rough and quick against the wall like some desperate animal. She deserved better than that… they both did.

His mind went back to the special perk the system awarded him the other night: Landlord's Sanctuary… a "safe zone" where Akira's demonic essence signature is completely masked, and passive generation of PP.

But more importantly, his body needed genuine recovery, not just a quick release that would leave him even more exhausted.

"I choose A," Akira replied to Ai.

[CHOICE CONFIRMED: MEI-SAN RECOVERY SESSION]

[REWARD PENDING: Health Restore (Full), +250 PP]

Ayaka raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

"Just... deciding," he muttered, his gaze flicking between Mei-san's apartment and the door to their shared one. "Between taking you right here like I had promised or going over to Mei's for now."

Ayaka's expression shifted slightly… was that disappointment?... but she nodded with understanding. "The landlady, huh? Smart choice. You need proper rest, not a hallway quickie." She helped him to his door. "But Akira?"

"Yeah?"

"That promise you made? I'm holding you to it. Just... when you're not half-dead from fisting a demon queen."

Despite his exhaustion, Akira managed a weak smile. "Deal. I don't break my promises."

"Good." She steadied him as he headed towards Mei's apartment. "Now go get yourself sorted out before you pass out in the hallway. That would be hard to explain to Mia."

He nodded, hoping she was still asleep, as that would be really hard to explain to her.

"Thanks for tonight, Ayaka. Couldn't have done it without you."

"You literally fisted a Grade-S demon. I just provided support." She smirked. "But yeah, we make a good team. Now go. Mei-san's probably awake anyway… these walls are thin, and I'm sure she heard you come in."

Ayaka disappeared towards their apartment, leaving Akira standing outside her door. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself despite his obvious arousal and battered state.

"I can't go in like this," he muttered to himself. "Too beat up."

He remembered the health potion in his inventory… he had bought it once and didn't use all of it then.

[INVENTORY ACCESS: HEALTH POTION (BASIC) - Restores minor wounds and fatigue.]

"Yeah, this'll help," Akira said quietly, pulling it out with a thought.

The vial materialised in his hand, cool glass against his palm. He uncorked it and downed the sweet, tingling liquid in one gulp.

Warmth spread through his veins immediately, easing the bruises on his ribs and shoulders, the cuts sealing up with a soft glow. His energy surged back a bit, though the lust haze lingered, making his erection pulse even stronger.

[BASIC HEALTH RESTORED: Bruises faded, fatigue reduced by 50%. Lust influence remains.]

"Better," he breathed, feeling steadier.

Then he knocked softly, aware that it was nearly 3 AM. For a moment, there was silence. Then footsteps approached, and the door cracked open.

Mei stood in the doorway. Her sheer silk nightgown, which stopped just a few inches past her waist, clung to her full, heaving breasts like a second skin. The thin fabric was almost translucent under the dim hallway light, outlining her nipples and areola.

Her hair was tousled from sleep, wild strands framing her flushed face, and a faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating with concern and a hint of desire, as she took in the sight before her.

"Akira-kun? What happened to you?"

He must have looked terrible… though the potion had helped, he still looked rough: clothes torn and dirty, sweat-soaked and trembling slightly from exhaustion.

"I need your help, Mei-san. Can I come in?" he asked quietly.

She didn't hesitate, pulling the door open wider and ushering him inside. "Of course. Come, sit down; let me help you."

"It's not that kind of help," Akira said, catching her wrist before she could walk away. "I mean... it is, but not just that."

Mei looked at him, really looked at him, and her expression shifted as she noticed his condition: the way he was breathing, the flush on his cheeks, and the obvious bulge straining against his jeans.

"Oh," she breathed, understanding dawning. "I see," she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a fresh wave of heat down Akira's spine. "It seems your night was more... stimulating than you let on."

"You could say that," Akira admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. The health potion was doing its work; the ache in his muscles was fading into a dull thrum, but the fire in his blood, the unnatural, magical arousal Lilithia had cursed him with, wasn't going anywhere. "Would have taken care of it alone, but I think I'll need more than that."

Mei smiled, a genuine, affectionate curve of her lips. She reached out and took his hand. "Well, I'm glad to help to the best of my capacity, Akira-kun."

She tugged him gently, leading him away from the small entryway. "Come. The living room is too open. You need to relax properly."

Akira followed her, letting her lead the way. The apartment smelled of lavender and a scent that was only Mei's: fresh, sweet, and comforting. It was nothing like the strong, metallic smell of the Lust Gate. This was reality… where he belonged.

They entered her bedroom, which was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, casting long, soft shadows across the plush duvet and the silk curtains. It felt like a sanctuary.

"Sit," she commanded softly, pointing to the edge of the bed.

Akira sat and watched as Mei moved around the room, her silk nightgown swaying with her hips. She grabbed a small bottle of oil from her vanity and walked back to him, kneeling on the carpet between his legs.

"You're tense," she observed, her hands resting on his thighs, just inches away from where he wanted them. "Your whole body is vibrating."

"Yeah, I kinda overworked my muscles…"

"Shh." She placed a finger on his lips. "No need to explain. Tonight isn't about answers. It's about relief."

Mei stood up and moved behind him onto the bed. "Take off your shirt, Akira-kun. Let me work on those knots first."

He did as he was told, peeling off the remains of his shirt. As the cool air hit his skin, he felt Mei's hands settle on his shoulders. Her palms were warm, slick with oil, and strong.

"My god," she whispered, her thumbs digging into the muscles of his traps. "You're hard as a rock."

"You can say that again," he mumbled, his head rolling forward as she worked a particularly tight spot near his neck. "My muscles feel tight."

"I can feel it," Mei murmured. She began to knead his back in rhythmic movements. "Just breathe, let it go. You're safe here. No one is watching. No one expects anything from you right now."

[PASSIVE EFFECT: LANDLORD'S SANCTUARY ACTIVE]

[STRESS LEVEL DECREASING]

[RECOVERY RATE: ACCELERATED]

[PASSIVE PERV-POINT GAIN ACTIVATED]

Akira closed his eyes, groaning as her knuckles slid down his spine. It felt incredible. The tension that had been coiling in his upper body since he entered the club began to unravel. But as the pain in his back faded, his awareness of her body grew sharper.

He could feel the heat radiating from her. When she leaned forward to apply more pressure, the soft swell of her breasts brushed against his bare back through the thin silk of her gown.

"Is that better?" she asked, her breath tickling his ear.

"Much better," Akira rasped. "You have magic hands, Mei-san."

"Magic hands indeed," she chuckled. Her hands moved lower, past his lower back, resting dangerously close to the waistband of his jeans. "But we both know the real tension isn't in your shoulders, is it?"

Akira turned his head slightly to look at her. In the dim light, her eyes were dark pools of desire. She wasn't shy or hesitant like Aoi, nor possessive and erratic like Mia. She was calm… she was in control.

"No," he admitted. "It's not."

Mei smiled, shifting her position so she was kneeling beside him. "Lie back, Akira-kun. Let me take care of everything."

He sank back into the pillows, his heart hammering against his ribs. Mei's fingers found the button of his jeans, moving slowly as she popped the button and lowered the zipper.

"You're bursting out of these," she teased gently, sliding her hands inside the denim to push the fabric down his hips.

When she freed him, his cock sprang up, twitching and straining even more. It was rock-hard, leaking a clear fluid that glistened in the lamplight.

Mei's eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching. "Oh my... look at you."

She didn't look away. Instead, she leaned closer, her eyes tracing the veins, the swollen head, the sheer size of him. "So beautiful... and so needy."

"Mei-san..." Akira warned, his hips lifting off the mattress involuntarily. "I'm... close to the edge. And you... you're pushing me."

"Then let me push," she whispered, looking up at him.

As she did, she saw the way his jaw was clenched, the frantic darting of his eyes, and the sheer overwhelming voltage of the S-Rank energy coursing through him.

She could tell he wasn't just horny; he was suffering. He needed more than just friction; he needed an anchor, even though she barely understood half of what was going on.

"You're shaking, Akira-kun," she murmured, her voice losing its teasing edge and becoming soft, maternal, and infinitely warm. "You need to calm down before we go further, or you'll burn yourself out."

She didn't move down to his hips yet.

Instead, she crawled up the bed, the silk of her nightgown rustling softly against the sheets. She positioned herself over his chest, her knees on either side of his ribs, hovering above him like a guardian angel draped in sheer fabric.

"Mei?" Akira breathed, looking up at her.

"Shh," she soothed. "Just rest."

She lowered herself slowly until her chest was right in front of his face. The heat radiating from her was incredible.

Without a word, she reached behind her neck and undid the ribbon holding her nightgown up. The silk pooled around her waist, revealing her heavy, magnificent breasts completely. They were pale and perfect, tipped with dark areolas and nipples that hardened slightly in the cool air.

"Here," she whispered, cupping the back of his head and gently pulling his face into her cleavage.

Akira buried his face in her softness. It was suffocating in the best possible way… a world of warm skin, the scent of lavender soap, and the steady, rhythmic thumping of her heart beneath his ear.

"It's okay," she cooed, stroking his hair. "I've got you."

For the first time all night, the frantic buzzing in Akira's skull quieted. The "Insatiable Hunger" didn't vanish, but it stopped screaming. It was replaced by a deep sense of safety. He exhaled a long, shuddering breath against her skin.

"You feel... amazing," Akira mumbled into her chest.

"I'm glad," Mei replied. She shifted slightly, pressing one of her nipples against his lips. "You don't have to just lie there, you know. You can touch. You can taste. It might help you feel better."

Akira didn't need to be told twice. He raised his hands, which were trembling slightly as he cupped her breasts. They were heavy and soft in his palms. He squeezed gently, watching her eyelids flutter shut above him.

He opened his mouth and captured one of her nipples, sucking softly at first, then harder as the instinct took over.

"Ah..." Mei gasped, her head tipping back. Her fingers tightened in his hair. "Yes... just like that. Draw it out."

He worked her nipple with his tongue, swirling around the sensitive peak, feeling it swell and harden in his mouth. He squeezed her other breast, kneading the flesh, losing himself in the sensation of her.

"Akira-kun..." Mei moaned, her hips grinding involuntarily against his chest. "You're getting me all worked up now. I wanted to comfort you, but you're... mmph... you're making me weak."

She pulled away gently, breathless and flushed, her chest glistening with moisture from his mouth. She looked down at him; her eyes were dark and heavy with a new kind of hunger.

"I think," she panted, smoothing her hair back, "that you're relaxed enough now."

She slid down his body, her skin dragging hotly against his chest and stomach. When she reached his hips, she looked at his cock again. It was still throbbing, harder if possible, but now Akira looked focused.

She didn't touch him with her hands yet. Instead, she leaned down and simply breathed on him. The warm puff of air against his sensitive tip made Akira hiss through his teeth.

"You like that?" she asked, looking up at him through her lashes. "You like being at my mercy?"

"I'm not usually the one on his back," Akira managed to say, reaching out to tangle his fingers in her hair. "But for you... I'll make an exception."

"Good boy."

She opened her mouth and lowered her head.

The first contact was electric. Her lips were soft, wet, and incredibly warm. She kissed the head of his cock reverently, swirling her tongue around the rim, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there.

"Mmm... salty," she hummed against his skin, the vibration travelling straight to his core.

Then, she took him in.

She sank down slowly, letting him fill her mouth inch by inch. She was tight, her throat working to accommodate him, but she didn't stop until her nose brushed against his pubic hair.

"Fuuuck," Akira groaned, his head falling back against the pillow.

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