"Phew…"
"Squelch… squelch… squelch…"
From the Teacher Devil's entrance, Renji commanded his length to withdraw slowly. As it retreated, the thick shaft rubbed against her inner walls, producing an obscenely wet, squelching sound.
Soon, he was almost fully out, but the bestial head caught slightly at her opening.
Renji gave a firm pull, taking two steps back with the motion. With a soft, wet pop, the head cleared her body. His now fully freed length swung heavily, swaying a couple of times before hanging down.
From her entrance, a rush of the Teacher Devil's release followed him out, mingled with a small amount of his own seed. The two fluids mixed into a thick, viscous stream that dripped from the tip onto the carpet below.
—Splat—
—Splat—
...
The extraction sent the Teacher Devil over the edge once more. Her own flood surged forth, flushing out the remainder of Renji's seed from inside her.
Her entrance made wet, splashing sounds as thick, murky clumps of fluid gushed out, falling in heavy drops to the carpet.
Her stretched womb rapidly contracted back to its normal size, and the rounded swell of her lower abdomen gradually subsided, flattening once more.
Renji couldn't see how the Teacher Devil was faring inside the room, but from the way her legs trembled weakly, unable to support her, he could guess she'd lost consciousness.
After all, the Teacher Devil wasn't Himeno. Renji felt no affection for her, not even a flicker of sentiment. He'd simply used her as a tool to vent his frustration—much like how Kishibe kept eating.
Renji went to another room to find some tissue, wiped himself clean, and after putting himself back in order, returned to the room where he was supposed to be talking with Kishibe.
As for the Teacher Devil in the hallway, he didn't bother cleaning her up at all. He left her there in that compromising position against the wall, still dripping steadily.
Inside the room, Kishibe was still eating pizza, but she was finally nearly done; only a few scattered slices remained on the table.
Renji sat back down on the opposite sofa. His earlier agitated mood had settled considerably after the encounter with the Teacher Devil. He didn't speak, simply waiting quietly for Kishibe to finish.
He suddenly noticed that Kishibe had, at some point, stuffed wads of toilet paper into each of her ears. Renji hadn't seen them when he'd left—as if she'd been trying to block out some external sound.
He thought back. Indeed, the wet, squelching sounds produced each time he'd thrust into the Teacher Devil had been… rather exaggerated.
A few minutes later, Kishibe finally finished the last of the pizza and licked each of her ten fingers clean, one by one.
Renji glanced at her lower abdomen and found it completely unchanged. One had to remember—those pizzas, stacked together, had formed a small mountain. That was no exaggeration.
"That's really something… How do you eat so much without your stomach showing at all? Is it a special constitution? Like your name suggests… Is it because of hunger? Are you the Hunger Devil? Do you have to keep eating?"
Kishibe pulled the toilet paper from her ears and asked Renji to repeat himself, as she hadn't heard clearly. He did. After listening, she shook her head.
"Because I'm excreting at the same time. My digestive system is always working. This conversation will be the same. No matter how it ends, I'll go excrete immediately afterward."
"Ah… huh?"
Renji was stunned for a moment.
"Mm."
Kishibe nodded, tilting her head slightly back into her usual stiff-necked posture.
"See. This is proof."
Kishibe took out her phone. Renji's world was set before the year 2000, so her phone was a common flip-phone model. She fiddled with it for a moment, then pointed the screen toward Renji, telling him to look.
Because Renji's eyes processed the image too quickly, by the time he realized what he was seeing, it was already too late.
Just one glance, and he regretted it. His face filled with horror—and then he kept looking, his eyes widening further the longer he stared…
How to put it…
One could only say that Kishibe's diet was… varied.
Kishibe put her phone away and slipped it back into her pocket.
"Alright, let's talk properly now, Renji. Have you ever been to the library? Or has anyone from Public Safety mentioned anything to you about… the King of Terror?"
"The… King of Terror…? Ah… mm, I've heard a little. Nostradamus's prophecy, right? I know about that…"
Renji's words came out disjointed, his mind still occupied with the evidence Kishibe had shown him. His brain's processing power seemed momentarily overloaded, struggling to catch up.
After a long pause, Renji finally regained his composure. Kishibe continued.
"It's real, you know. In one year, the King of Terror will descend upon the world and kill all humans. My goal is very simple: to kill her before she kills everyone. To save humanity. That's all."
In Renji's original world, this grand prophecy of Nostradamus also existed—a book of predictions written by a foreign seer of the same name.
But in this world, from what Renji understood, it was supposed to be isolated—just Tokyo and Kyoto. Forget other countries; there weren't even other cities. So how did Kishibe know about this?
Renji asked, "Where did you learn about this grand prophecy?"
"I was just using it as an example," Kishibe replied.
"No, I mean… how do you know about Nostradamus's prophecies? Where did you learn them?"
"The library."
"Then how can you be so sure the Nostradamus prophecy in the library is real? It's just a record. It doesn't make sense, does it? You must know something else, right? For example… in this book, hmm… no, that's not it… What I'm trying to say is… it should be fake. Where did you get this information? Just based on a record in the library, it shouldn't… no, no, no…"
Renji grew more and more tangled as he spoke, eventually losing track of his own words. He fell silent, deciding to gather his thoughts and start over.
"Your verbal expression is very poor. Has anyone ever told you that?"
Renji raised an eyebrow and nodded. His sister in his original world had told him the same thing.
"What you should be asking is: Nostradamus was clearly a foreigner, yet we only have two cities here—Tokyo and Kyoto. Places like Yokohama, Osaka, and Fukuoka don't exist.
"Forget other countries; we don't even have the concept of 'Japan' as a nation here. So, under these circumstances, how do I know about Nostradamus—that foreigner—and her foreign prophecies? And where did I learn them. Right?"
Renji nodded vigorously. That was exactly what he wanted to ask—the question Kishibe had just articulated.
And then came the shock. Profound, staggering shock.