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Chapter 6
~ Rias Gremory ~
The afternoon sun bled through the velvet curtains of the Occult Research Club, casting long shadows across the room, but the heat in the air had nothing to do with the weather.
Rias Gremory sat behind her heavy mahogany desk, her chin resting on laced fingers. To the casual observer, she was the picture of a thoughtful King contemplating strategy. In reality, she was a woman struggling to keep her composure, her thighs pressing together in a slow, rhythmic friction beneath the modesty of the desk.
Her gaze was fixed on the far corner of the room. There, lounging on a sprawling leather sofa, was Taurus. Her Rook. Her prized bull.
He was a mountain of a man, silent and impassive, radiating a gravitational pull that seemed to warp the air around him. But it was what, or rather who, was draped over him that made Rias's breath hitch.
Raynare, Kalawarner, and Mittelt. The three Fallen Angels who had once plotted against her were now reincarnated as her Pawns, their black wings retracted, their pride broken and reshaped into devotion.
It was a display of utter degeneracy. Raynare was curled into Taurus's side, panting with a distinct red hue on her face, her head resting on his massive pectoral, tracing the veins of his arm with a reverent finger as Taurus held her rather large breasts in his palm. Mittelt was perched on the armrest, feeding him grapes with a look of adoration that bordered on worship. Kalawarner... Rias bit her lower lip as she watched the tall woman feed Taurus grapes, her heavy breasts pressing against his arm with every movement.
'Mine,' Rias thought, the word echoing with a dark, possessive thrill. 'I took them. I gave them to him. And look at them now.'
The sight was a potent aphrodisiac, but the political implications of it thrilled her to no end. The looming shadow of her engagement to Riser Phenex had been a noose around her neck for months. The Phenex heir was arrogant, immortal, and backed by a peerage of seasoned fighters. Rias had feared she lacked the firepower to refuse him.
But now? She looked at Taurus, whose mere presence felt like a dormant volcano. She looked at the three former Fallen, their sacred light now powered by demonic power, still carried the holy power that would be lethal to her opponents. And she had one opponent she definitely wanted to let them loose on.
'Riser won't know what hit him,' she mused, a flush creeping up her neck. 'He thinks he's coming to claim me. He's going to walk into a slaughterhouse.'
The door to the clubroom creaked open, shattering the heavy, musk-scented silence.
Rias blinked, her mask of regal composure snapping back into place instantly. The Fallen Angels scrambled to more respectable positions, though Kalawarner lingered a second too long near Taurus's crotch before standing.
"Sona," Rias greeted, her voice smooth. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Sona Sitri walked in, her movements precise and clipped. She was the ice to Rias's fire, her short black hair and glasses framing a face that rarely showed emotion. Behind her trailed the Student Council—her peerage. Tsubaki Shinra, her Queen, looked as stoic as ever.
But there was a new face. A blonde boy with a delinquent's scowl and eyes that darted around the room with unearned arrogance.
"Rias," Sona replied, adjusting her glasses. "Business, naturally. We need to discuss the allocation of the Familiar Forest for the upcoming season. My new Pawn needs a familiar."
She gestured to the boy. "Saji Genshirou. He holds the Absorption Line Sacred Gear."
Saji stepped forward, puffed out his chest, and grinned. It was a slimy expression that made Akeno's skin crawl. "Heh. So, this is the famous Gremory group? A lot of hot chicks." His eyes lingered on Akeno, then dropped to the cleavage of the busty Fallen duo. "I took up 4 pawns. Guess that means I am pretty strong, heh?"
Silence. Absolute, dead silence.
Issei, standing by the window, looked like he wanted to say something, but he was too busy cringing, reminded of his initial headstrong days before Akeno had managed to instil some humility in him.
"Sona," Rias said, feeling second-hand embarrassment. "Your Pawn is... interesting."
"He is new," Sona admitted, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. "Saji."
"Come on, Kaichou!" Saji laughed, taking a step inside. "I'm just saying hello! I bet I could take any of these guys. Especially the big lug in the corner. What's he gonna do, sit on me?"
Taurus didn't move. He didn't stand up. He simply turned his head.
The air in the room didn't just get heavy; it solidified. It was as if gravity had suddenly focused entirely on Saji. Taurus's dark eyes locked onto the boy, and a wave of Killing Intent—pure, distilled, primal violence—crashed into Saji like a physical blow.
"Ghk—!"
Saji froze mid-step. His knees knocked together. The colour drained from his face so fast he looked like a sheet of paper. He couldn't breathe. His reptilian survival instincts, usually dormant, were screaming at him that he had just stepped into the cage of a starving beast.
Taurus didn't speak. He just stared, his eyes promising a death that would be slow, painful, and messy.
Saji whimpered, a wet sound in the quiet room, and fell to his knees, trembling.
"I think," Taurus rumbled, his voice like grinding tectonic plates, "the puppy pissed himself."
Sona's eyes widened behind her lenses. She looked from her terrified Pawn to the seated Rook, calculating the sheer density of the aura he had just released. It wasn't magic. It was pure pressure.
"My apologies," Sona said, her voice tight. She kicked Saji's shin lightly. "Get up, you fool."
Saji scrambled back, hiding behind Tsubaki, refusing to make eye contact with the corner of the room.
"As I was saying," Sona continued, regaining her composure though her heartbeat had accelerated. "The Familiar Forest. Since we both have new servants who require familiars, and there are limited slots for the Master's guidance, I propose a contest."
Rias raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A contest?"
"A mock Rating Game," Sona proposed, a competitive glint entering her eyes. "A friendly skirmish. Use it to test your new pieces. If you win, you get priority access to the Forest. If I win, we do."
Rias looked at Sona. She knew her friend well. Sona was a tactician, a master of logic and order. She likely saw Rias's chaotic, diverse team as a puzzle to be solved.
Then, Rias looked at Taurus, who was idly stroking Raynare's wing feathers as if soothing a startled bird.
"A field test," Rias murmured, a wicked smile curving her lips. "I accept. But Sona... don't blame me if my pieces play a little rough."
~ Sona POV ~
The dimensional barrier shimmered into existence, replicating the school grounds under a twilight sky. It was the standard setting for a Rating Game, a near identical replica of their usual turf. The two of them had used this as their training grounds since their first-year as school students.
Sona Sitri stood atop the roof of the mirrored New School building, her peerage fanned out around her. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her mind already dissecting the battlefield into a grid of probabilities.
"Listen closely," Sona commanded, her voice cool and authoritative over the team communication link. "Rias plays with power. She relies on the high specs of her individual pieces. We cannot match them in brute force. We win through superior coordination and isolation."
"Understood, Kaichou!" her peerage responded.
"Saji," Sona said sharply. "You are the bait. I need you to draw out their Pawn, Hyoudou Issei. He is the weak link. Emotional, inexperienced, and reckless. Tsubaki, once Saji draws him in, take him out."
"And the Rook?" Tsubaki asked, her voice laced with a rare note of hesitation. "The big one?"
Sona frowned. The memory of Taurus's aura in the clubroom still prickled at her skin. "Avoid him. We save him for last. We strip away his support, then we kite him. He is large. He will be slow."
It was a sound plan. Logically, it was perfect.
The game began with an explosion of noise.
"Boost! Boost! Boost!"
As predicted, Issei Hyoudou came charging down the open route to the school building, his Red Dragon Emperor's gauntlet glowing green. He was screaming something about protecting Rias's breasts.
"Now, Saji!" Sona ordered.
Saji, eager to redeem his earlier humiliation, sprinted out from behind the gym. He launched his absorption lines, hooking onto Issei. "Gotcha, you perv!"
Issei panicked, flailing. "Hey! Get off!"
Before Issei could power through, Tsubaki stuck mutiple sealing symbols around him, the energy trapping him shut. In less than a minute, Rias's "Red Dragon" was encased in an energy prison, removed from the game.
"One down," Sona whispered, feeling a surge of satisfaction. "Accurate analysis. Emotional volatility exploited."
But that was the last thing that went according to plan.
"Ara, ara... you captured our cute little dragon."
The voice floated from the sky. Sona looked up to see Akeno Himejima hovering amidst a circle of lightning. But she wasn't alone. Flanking her on the ground were the three Fallen Angels—Raynare, Kalawarner, and Mittelt.
Sona had classified them as Pawns. Generic foot soldiers. She was wrong.
"Light Formation Delta!" Raynare shouted.
The three Fallen moved with military precision, hurling light spears not at Sona's peerage, but at the ground around them, creating a cage of exploding holy energy. It forced Sona's team to scatter. Those that tried to take to the sky, were trapped dodging Akeno's lightning bolts, forcing them back on the ground.
"They're coordinated," Sona hissed. "Rias... actually trained them?"
"Kaichou!" Saji yelled over the comms, dodging a lightning bolt. "They're herding us!"
"Herding?" Sona paused. Her strategic mind clicked a second too late. "Tsubaki! Get everyone off the ground floor! Now!"
It was too late.
The gym wall exploded. It didn't crumble; it disintegrated into dust as a bronze beast ploughed through it.
Taurus.
He didn't look slow. He looked like a natural disaster given momentum.
Sona watched in horror as her Rook, a sturdy girl named Tsubasa, tried to intercept. Tsubasa braced herself, shielding up.
Taurus didn't even slow down. He lowered his shoulder and impacted Tsubasa with the force of a derailed train. The sound of the impact echoed across the entire campus. Tsubasa was launched—literally launched—across the courtyard, retiring instantly upon hitting the barrier wall.
"Impossible," Sona breathed. "The physical specs... that's High-Class devil strength."
The battlefield descended into chaos. Rias's strategy wasn't a puzzle. It was a hammer.
Kiba moved like a blur, engaging both her Knights. Koneko was suppressing her Bishops. And Taurus... Taurus was a nightmare. He ignored magic. He ignored traps. He simply walked through Sona's carefully laid defences, swatting her peerage aside like annoying flies.
"Regroup!" Sona ordered, leaping from the roof as Akeno bombarded her position. "Fall back to your King!"
Her peerage tried. They fought bravely. Saji tried to latch his absorption line onto Taurus. Taurus grabbed the line, yanked Saji into close range, and flicked him in the forehead with a finger. Saji was knocked unconscious instantly, spinning in the air before vanishing in the retirement light.
Sona and Tsubaki huddled up, their plans in tatters as they remained on top of the school building.
"He's heading for the main building," Tsubaki said, her voice trembling slightly. "Sona, he's coming for us."
"Intercept him! Where are Kiba and Koneko?"
"Engaging our Knights. We are holding them, but..."
"But the Rook is unstoppable," Sona finished. She gritted her teeth. She had miscalculated. She had assumed the Fallen Angels would be rebellious, disjointed elements within Rias's peerage. Instead, they were acting as air support for the tank. They were harrying her forces, forcing them into the open where Taurus could crush them.
"We have to take him out ourselves," Sona decided, summoning a massive volume of water magic. A swirling vortex of high-pressure liquid formed around her, a serpent of water capable of crushing steel. "Tsubaki, Mirror Alice. Reflect his attack."
"Yes, Kaichou!"
The ground shook. The door to the roof didn't open; it exploded off its hinges, flying past Sona's head and embedding itself in the water tower.
Taurus stepped onto the roof.
Up close, he was even more terrifying. His clothes were torn, revealing skin that looked as hard as ironwood. He wasn't even breathing hard.
"Checkmate," he grunted.
"Not yet!" Sona cried. She unleashed the water serpent, a burst of magic larger than she had ever launched. It roared toward him, a torrent of pressurized destruction.
Taurus didn't dodge. He punched the water.
The shockwave of his fist hitting the magic was so intense it vaporized the liquid on impact, turning the attack into a harmless cloud of steam. He stepped through the mist, a nightmare emerging from the fog.
Tsubaki lunged, her naginata glowing with spiritual power. "Mirror Alice!"
She attempted to reflect his momentum, to turn his strength against him. It was a technique that had defeated high-class devils.
Taurus punched straight through before the mirror could form and caught the blade with his bare hand.
The metal screeched. Tsubaki's eyes went wide. He didn't just stop it; he absorbed the impact through his stance, the roof cracking beneath his boots. With a casual flick of his wrist, he shattered the weapon and backhanded the air. The wind pressure alone sent Tsubaki flying backward, tumbling off the edge of the roof.
"Tsubaki!" Sona screamed.
She turned to face him, summoning every ounce of demonic power she possessed. "I am Sona Sitri! I will not yield to a brute!"
She fired a barrage of water lances, hundreds of them, aiming for his eyes, his joints, his throat.
Taurus walked through them. The water splashed uselessly against his aura, evaporating before it could touch his skin. He closed the distance in two strides.
Sona backed up, her heel hitting the edge of the roof. She looked down. It was a four-story drop. She looked up. Taurus loomed over her, blocking out the light.
"You think too much," Taurus rumbled.
He reached out. Sona flinched, closing her eyes, expecting a crushing blow.
Instead, he poked her forehead.
The force was enough to unbalance her. With a gasp, Sona tipped backward, gravity claiming her. She fell from the roof, the wind rushing past her ears, the humiliation of defeat burning in her chest.
'I lost. I lost to pure, mindless strength.'
She braced for the impact, for the pain of the teleportation safety mechanism kicking in.
But the impact never came.
A massive arm hooked around her waist, halting her fall with jarring suddenness.
Sona's eyes snapped open. They were suspended in mid-air, halfway down the building. Taurus had jumped after her. He had caught Tsubaki in his left arm and Sona in his right, holding them like sacks of grain as he plummeted toward the earth.
He landed in a crouch, the concrete of the courtyard cratering beneath his feet, dust billowing up around them. The impact should have shattered her spine, but his arm absorbed every ounce of the shock. He was a perfect, biological shock absorber.
Sona found herself pressed tight against his chest. The smell of him filled her senses—sweaty, earthy, and an overpowering, masculine musk that made her head spin. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck.
"Game over," he stated, his voice vibrating directly into her ribcage.
Sona tried to pull away, to regain her dignity, but his grip was iron. And then, she felt it.
Pressed firmly against her hip, through the thin fabric of her uniform, was something hard. Unyieldingly, aggressively hard.
He was erect.
The realization hit Sona like a physical blow. He had just decimated her peerage, punched through her magic, and jumped off a building... and he was aroused?
"You..." Sona squeaked, her face turning a violent shade of crimson. "You are..."
Tsubaki, dangling from his other arm, seemed to have realized the same thing, her face buried in her hands, her ears burning red.
Taurus didn't apologize. He didn't pull away. Instead, he shifted his grip. His large hand, which had been supporting Sona's waist, slid down. It cupped her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with possessive familiarity.
Sona gasped, her body arching involuntarily. "W-what are you doing? The game is over! Release me!"
"Spoils of war," Taurus grunted near her ear.
He squeezed. It wasn't a gentle grope. It was a claim. His thumb pressed into the cleft of her buttocks, kneading the muscle.
A jolt of heat, sharper and more intense than any magic she had ever cast, shot through Sona's pelvis. Her legs turned to jelly. She should have been furious. She was a King. She was a Sitri. She was the Student Council President.
But as she felt the heat of his erection pressing against her, and the dominating strength of the hand molding her flesh, the anger evaporated, replaced by a dark, swirling envy.
Rias.
Rias got to go home to this.
Rias had this monster in her house, breaking her Fallen Angels, likely breaking her too. Sona had Saji, who looked at porn magazines and couldn't stand up straight. Rias had a bull who could crush a building and then catch a falling woman while sporting a raging erection.
"Let go," Sona whispered, but there was no force in it.
Taurus ignored her. He held them there for a long moment, letting them feel his power, letting them feel his desire. He leaned in, his rough cheek brushing against Sona's sensitive ear.
"You fought well," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "For a little girl."
He squeezed her ass one last time, hard enough to leave a mark, drawing a sharp, embarrassing moan from Sona's lips that echoed in the silent courtyard.
"Ahh~!"
The sound hung in the air, damning her.
Taurus chuckled—a dark, rumbling sound. He finally set them down, his hands lingering for a second too long on their hips before releasing them.
Tsubaki let out a small, high-pitched squeak. Taurus's hand had shifted on the Queen, his large fingers gripping her ass intimately. He squeezed, kneading the soft flesh.
The dimension field shattered, the purple sky dissolving back to reality as the sky turned to reveal the vermillion hues of the Japanese sunset.
"Ara, ara," Akeno's voice cut through the haze. "Look at them, Rias. They seem to be enjoying the loser's penalty."
Rias stepped into view, the moonlight catching the dangerous glint in her blue-green eyes. She looked at Sona, flushed and held tight against Taurus's erection, and a spike of jealousy pierced her chest. Sona was her rival, her friend... but Taurus was hers.
"Taurus," Rias said, her voice dropping to a low, commanding purr.
Taurus looked at his King. He didn't let go of Sona or Tsubaki immediately. He squeezed them one last time, eliciting a synchronized gasp from the Sitri duo, before releasing them.
Sona stumbled, her legs feeling like jelly. She quickly adjusted her glasses, trying to hide the furious blush consuming her face. Tsubaki looked at the ground, unable to meet anyone's eyes, even as steam evaporated from her bowed head.
"We... we concede," Sona managed to say, her voice trembling. "The Familiar Forest is yours, Rias."
"Thank you, Sona," Rias said, stepping closer to Taurus. She placed a hand on his massive torso, staking her claim. "You should go. You look... overheated."
Sona didn't argue. She summoned a teleportation circle with shaking hands. As the magic engulfed her and Tsubaki, Sona took one last look at Taurus; at the bulge in his pants, at the dark promise in his eyes. She vanished, but the heat lingered.
Rias turned to Taurus. The courtyard was silent save for the wind. The Fallen Angels and Akeno watched from a distance, knowing better than to interrupt. Issei, Kiba and Koneko had already retired back to the club room, Asia already waiting there.
"You enjoyed that," Rias accused, though her voice lacked any real bite. She ran her hand up his chest, feeling the thudding of his heart.
"They were soft," Taurus grunted simply, his bulge pulsing as he remembered the two women who were in the palm of his hands moments ago.
Rias felt her own knees weaken. She looked up at him, the monster who had won her the game, the man who was currently harder than the stone he could crushed. The image of him holding Sona, the way Sona had looked at him... Rias couldn't stand it. She needed to overwrite that memory. She needed to remind him, and herself, who held the King's position.
"You are a beast," Rias whispered, stepping closer to his legs, pressing her chest against the hardness that Sona had just felt. She wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him. "Kiss me."
It wasn't a request. It was a demand from a King to her champion.
Taurus didn't hesitate. His arms flexed as he picked her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around him as she circled her arms around his muscular neck, he crashed his mouth on hers, a kiss that was full of passion and victory. Rias moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, her core igniting. This was the power she needed to defeat Riser. And this was the power she needed to satisfy her desires as a devil.
As his large hand slid down to cup her rear, pulling her flush against him as she moaned in his mouth, Rias Gremory knew that the Rating Game was just the beginning. The Bull had been unleashed, and she was more than happy to have a ride on him.
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