Chapter 957 DXD: Protecting Purity, A Bet with Two Beautiful Demons, Sona’s Wrath, and The Incarnation of Enchantment.

Chapter 957: 957 DXD: Protecting Purity, A Bet with Two Beautiful Demons, Sona’s Wrath, and The Incarnation of Enchantment.

The three girls declared they would protect Allen tomorrow.

"It’s true... wait!" Allen stepped back, moving away from the Onee-samas, and pointed at them. "I know what you’re doing. You want to use the imminent danger to my physical well-being, caused by all those poor, miserable guys who fell before my superiority today, as an excuse to make me your toy! Well, it won’t be that easy!"

Allen looked at them like a growling Shiba Inu.

Rias froze for a second, processing Allen’s accusation before bursting into a melodious laugh that filled the entire room. She covered her mouth with one hand, trying to regain her composure, but her blue eyes sparkled with irrepressible mischief.

Seeing him step back and point at them as if they were villains from some cheap fairy tale, while making that defiant puppy expression, was simply too much for her self-control.

She approached him with slow, rhythmic steps, enjoying how he tried to keep his distance.

"Well! It seems our cunning strategist has discovered our ’dark’ intentions," Rias said, closing the distance between them with an almost intimidating elegance. "But Allen, dear, we don’t need excuses to want you close. You put yourself at the center of the storm. If half the boys in this school decide you’re their main target tomorrow, who am I to deny them the pleasure of seeing you seek refuge in my office? It’s not that I want to use you as my toy... It’s just that such a valuable asset needs constant supervision~."

Akeno, for her part, let out a dramatic sigh and covered her cheeks with her hands, pretending to be shy when she wasn’t. "Ara ara, Allen-kun... you’ve discovered us. How perceptive you are when it comes to protecting your precious freedom," she commented in a voice dripping with dangerous sweetness. "But you have to admit that the role of ’toy’ would suit you wonderfully. After all, such a handsome and shameless villain needs expert hands to guide him down the path of evil. Don’t resist so much. You might end up enjoying our ’preventive punishment’~."

"Tsk, you won’t tempt me with that..." he said suspiciously, but despite his words, Allen was tempted.

Koneko, who was still sitting on the couch, simply shook her head at the spectacle. "Pure paranoia..." she declared, though she didn’t take her eyes off Allen. "If they wanted to make you their toy, you’d already be tied to a chair. Just enjoy the pastry, world destroyer. You still have plenty of energy to burn tomorrow when the envious ones follow you through the halls."

"Ugh... you think you can tempt me with your promises of affection, but you’re underestimating yourselves!... Fine, let’s do this. Tomorrow I’ll survive on my own. If I can’t, I’ll simply accept your protection and pay the price... but if I succeed, you’ll stop trying to... whatever it is you’re trying to do to me, for at least three days. What do you say?" Allen said shamelessly.

He wasn’t sure whether they wanted a younger brother, a boy they could tease by taking advantage of hormones and their own beauty, or a lover. He didn’t know whether they saw him as a man or as food, but the point was that this would make them stop for at least three days.

Rias raised a perfect eyebrow, fascinated by the young man’s indomitable pride. The wager not only appealed to her competitive nature as the heiress of House Gremory, but also awakened a deep desire to see just how far he would go to defend his precious freedom. She crossed her arms, letting a smile overflowing with aristocratic confidence illuminate her crimson face. "A wager with the very destroyer of worlds. Interesting, Allen Walker. I accept the challenge. Three days of absolute peace if you manage to reach the club unharmed on your own. But if you fail and call for my help, the price won’t be low. You’ll become my absolute personal assistant for an entire week, attending to my every aristocratic whim~."

"I don’t feel like it anymore... deal!" Allen declared gallantly.

"Heh." Rias looked at him intensely.

Akeno let out a musical giggle, clasping her hands together with an enthusiasm bordering on sadistic. The mere idea of seeing Allen running through the halls while dodging hordes of resentful students seemed like the best show of the season to her. "Ara ara, this is becoming deliciously interesting. I love men who have so much confidence in their endurance, Allen-kun. Although it will break my heart not to be able to pamper you tomorrow, I’ll be watching from the council window, patiently waiting for the moment you fall to your knees and beg for your queen. Don’t underestimate the fury of an army of brokenhearted single men."

From the couch, Koneko finished her pastry and stared at Allen with a feline intensity, assessing his actual chances. There was something about him that defied logic, a magnetism that even made her want to take care of him, but she respected his pride as a warrior of the Pudding League.

"You’re digging your own grave, idiot," Koneko muttered in her usual flat tone, though her golden eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Tomorrow I won’t lift a finger for you. Get ready to run fast, because those apes won’t show any mercy."

"No... well..." Allen’s Shiba Inu spirit weakened. "I never said affection was forbidden... just the part about trying to lock me up like a pet. I mean, it’s not like I dislike a hug or something." Allen admitted.

’Stupid hormones,’ he cursed internally.

Rias couldn’t contain herself and burst into laughter that echoed throughout the room, a mixture of genuine delight and tactical victory. She approached Allen with predatory slowness, enjoying how his "Shiba Inu" facade crumbled at the mere mention of physical affection. The redhead reached out and ruffled his white hair with possessive tenderness, sending waves of that divine warmth through his entire being.

"Well, so the great destroyer of worlds has a weakness for affection, huh?" Rias commented in a velvety voice, her blue eyes shining with an intensity that promised much more than simple pats. "Don’t worry, Allen. We don’t want a docile pet. We prefer someone with fire, even if that fire melts under a good hug."

Akeno slipped toward his other side, purring an "ara ara" that vibrated through the air. Her fingers subtly brushed the back of Allen’s neck, noticing how the boy tensed at the closeness of their bodies. "You’re so transparent that it’s adorable, Allen-kun. If what you want is affection without the chains, we’re willing to negotiate... but the price of that affection is still your loyalty to this league. Get ready for tomorrow; if you manage to survive the school apocalypse you created yourself, the rewards will be much better than you can imagine."

"That was the point, Akeno. Affection without chains!" Allen said shamelessly.

Koneko, from the couch, let out a snort that hid a small satisfied smile. "You’re a disaster, Allen," she declared, though her eyes remained fixed on him. "But at least you’re an honest disaster. Go get some rest. You’ll need it for running."

"Of cour—"

Allen’s phone rang at that moment.

Still wearing his smug expression, Allen answered.

"Allen Walker, get your butt over here right now!" Sona Sitri shouted before hanging up.

"Oh crap! I forgot about her." Allen wasn’t afraid of the single men tomorrow, but Sona was different. She was someone he wouldn’t dare provoke so easily. "Do you think she’s mad?" the shameless boy asked.

"If things get complicated, I’ll have to use my special technique to survive Sona!" Allen said seriously. The three girls exchanged glances. There was something unique about Allen. Perhaps the young man had some ability or secret beyond the realm of logic.

Rias and Akeno looked at each other before letting out a shared sigh. The caution and paleness Allen showed upon hearing Sona’s voice were a delightful contrast to his arrogance from a few seconds earlier.

"Ufufu, the Student Council president isn’t someone who forgives disorder, and Allen just turned her school system into a digital battlefield. Oh, Allen-kun... Sona-chan isn’t angry; she’s boiling," Akeno commented with a mischievous smile, while her fingers played with one of her black strands. "She hates unforeseen variables, and you’re chaos incarnate with white hair."

Koneko simply stood up from the couch and walked toward the door with an expression that said, ’I told you so.’ "If she kills you, I’ll keep your pastries," the little girl declared, though a hint of interest could be seen in her golden eyes at the thought of seeing how that strange boy would face the fury of the Sitri heiress.

"Ugh, wait, Koneko. At least bury me with one," Allen said.

"That would be a waste," Koneko replied.

Rias, for her part, crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow curiously at the mention of a "special technique." She knew Allen possessed a unique essence, one that calmed her demonic instincts, but the idea that he had a trump card against Sona Sitri’s iron discipline was intriguing.

"By the way, what special technique will let you escape from Sona?" the redhead repeated, approaching him to adjust the collar of his shirt with suspicious delicacy. "I hope that technique doesn’t involve begging for your life, because Sona is immune to tears. But go ahead, go see her. If you manage to leave her office unharmed, you’ll have earned the respect of the entire Underworld."

"Underworld?" Allen raised an eyebrow, but immediately shook his head. "No, no, a man as sexy, brave, heroic, perfect, sublime, absolute, sexy again, and gallant as me would never miserably beg for his life," Allen said with a dignified and gallant expression.

Allen turned around with overflowing confidence, leaving the girls impressed by his sudden display of masculinity.

However, Allen didn’t leave without one final sentence.

"My technique is called Nigerundayo: Walker Version... and, well, basically it consists of escaping, but with style!"

Rias fell silent, her mouth slightly open as she processed Allen’s absurd transition from the gallant warrior of the universe to a professional coward with an elegant name for his escape.

The aura of masculinity that had flooded the club evaporated faster than steam from hot tea, replaced by the pure and shameless energy of a boy who had no problem admitting that he was going to run away.

The redhead couldn’t help covering her face with one hand while her shoulders shook with contained laughter, unable to believe that someone like him could make her feel so strangely comfortable and protected only a few minutes earlier.

"He’s incredible!" Rias finally exclaimed, bursting into loud laughter as she watched Allen’s back disappear toward the door. "Nigerundayo? Did he really call running away a special technique? Allen Walker, you’re a walking contradiction. You have the pride of a king and the feet of a frightened rabbit. But go, run toward the lions before Sona decides to come after you personally. If she catches you, don’t expect us to save you from the Student Council’s claws!"

Akeno let out an "ara ara" filled with pure amusement, leaning against her president’s shoulder as she watched the young man’s graceful retreat. "What a fascinating creature fate has sent us, Rias. A man who declares himself sublime and then immediately boasts about his ability to escape. I wonder if his escape technique is as effective as his hugs... because if it is, Sona-chan is going to have a very long afternoon trying to put the shackles of duty on him."

Koneko simply sighed. She adjusted the bow in her white hair and muttered to herself as she went back for the last piece of dessert. "He’s definitely an idiot. But he’s our idiot. May luck be with him, because with Sona-senpai, style won’t make you run faster than a reprimand."

Allen stopped dead just before crossing the door, turning only his head with a smug smile. "Afraid? Me? Please! I’m just applying a tactical retreat to regroup my forces of seduction against the established order. Wish me luck, my beautiful accomplices. The Pudding League will prevail!" And with that, he disappeared down the hallway at full speed before Sona could send anyone else.

Rias watched Allen’s silhouette disappear with a mixture of exasperation and pure amusement that threatened to dismantle her entire aristocratic composure. She brought her fingers to her temples, trying to regain the bearing of the president of the Occult Research Club, but the Allen’s rebellious and refreshing energy lingered in the room’s opulence.

There was something ridiculously magnetic about his shamelessness; a subtle force that didn’t fit with any human she had ever known, yet made her feel warm, as if she could finally lower her guard around someone who wasn’t looking for the Gremory heiress, but for Rias.

"Allen really is hopeless, Rias," Akeno commented, breakingsilence with a sigh dripping with unmistakable delight as she adjusted her long ponytail. "Saying he’s going to regroup his ’forces of seduction’ in front of Sona-chan... Ara ara, it’s like watching a kitten challenge a dragon with great style. Although I have to admit, his warmth is so addictive that I almost regret him leaving so soon~."

Akeno began to feel the urge to capture Allen and make him hers, while Rias also felt strangely possessive of Allen. Nevertheless, both ignored those feelings and maintained their facades.

Rias let out a sigh that was half exasperation and half admiration, as she ran a hand through her crimson hair. Ys had just declared war on the entire academy, mocked "death" with a poorly translated Oppenheimer quote, and now he was running toward the Student Council convinced that his own escapism was a martial art. Nobody had told him how terrifying Sona could be, and yet there he went, back straight and crooked smile in place, ready to negotiate his sentence as if he were the heir to a fortune.

"The Pudding League..." Rias murmured, shaking her head as a traitorous smile escaped her. "I never thought I’d get involved in something with such a ridiculous name, much less that I’d care about it. Akeno, did you realize we were just recruited as ’beautiful accomplices’ without signing anything?"

"Ara ara, I noticed," Akeno replied with a purr, picking up her teacup with an elegance that contrasted with the predatory gleam in her purple eyes. "And I have to admit, I like the title. A knight without chains, who runs away with style but comes back for hugs... It’s a devastating combination, Rias. That boy doesn’t know it, but he just tied us to his ridiculous crusade."

Rias laughed. "He has the guts to face Sona with that attitude. If he survives this afternoon, I’ll make sure he keeps his side of the bargain tomorrow. I want to see how he manages on his own against the entire academy."

Rias walked toward her mahogany desk, crossing her arms as she looked at the screen of her own phone, where the school forum was still crashing because of the infamous photograph. A spark of jealous pride shone in her blue eyes. Tomorrow the wager would begin, and although she wanted to see Allen seek refuge in her arms, part of her longed to see the shameless villain challenge the entire world.

Koneko merely brushed the crumbs from her skirt with methodical movements, maintaining her usual impassive expression, though her golden eyes remained fixed on the empty doorway. "If Sona-senpai locks him in the council’s detention room for disturbing the peace, I won’t go rescue him... probably."

Koneko stretched like a small feline before looking toward the window. "If he survives Sona-senpai, tomorrow will be a noisy day. I’ll prepare my best observation techniques. I don’t want to miss the moment when the ’destroyer of worlds’ has to use his famous tactical retreat through the second-year hallways."

Koneko’s cheeks became slightly flushed.

"Ufufu~" Akeno laughed at that.

The magnetism of that Allen was something that simply defied all demonic logic; he possessed no obvious sacred power or noble clan heritage, yet his mere presence made the girls feel strangely peaceful, safe, and ridiculously amused.

....

Gwen — How long will it take him to realize that Rias, Akeno, and Koneko aren’t human?

Felicia — I’m more worried about those two. They seem even more infatuated than they were before they lost their memories.

MJ — Well, Lucifer said that part of the wager was to seal his memories up to a certain point in the story. He didn’t erase them.

Lucifer — It’s so much fun watching this, Allen

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A/N: The Chapter on connections was really clear, but I already know how to do it. ??