Thomas stepped out of Pâtisserie Claire, back into the flowing sea of humanity in the mall corridor. He wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he found a bench near the main lobby fountain, giving him a strategic vantage point to several exits. He took out his phone, pretending to be busy, but his keen eyes never left the direction of the pastry shop.
Five minutes later, Momo Hanakai emerged with a satisfied smile on her face. She walked casually towards the escalator, completely unaware that her movements were now being tracked with the cold precision of a hunter. The hunt had begun.
Thomas maintained a safe distance, about twenty meters behind her. The mall's crowd was his best camouflage. He used other people's bodies as a visual shield, ensuring there were always a few people between him and his target. He utilized reflections from shop windows to monitor her without needing to stare directly. This was a shadow game he played with terrifying skill.
His greatest advantage was his Spiritual Sense. Even when Momo disappeared behind a crowd or turned a corner, Thomas could still feel her gentle aura, like a pulsating pink light in his mind. He couldn't possibly lose track of her.
Momo's route took her out of the mall through a side exit, onto a less crowded street. From here, she began her walk home. The streets in the first few blocks were still quite busy. Thomas continued to follow her with the patience of a leopard, his heartbeat calm, his breath regular.
As Momo turned deeper into the residential district, the scenery began to change. Tall buildings were replaced by smaller houses and apartments. The crowd thinned out. The streets became quieter, interspersed with narrow alleys and dimly lit small parks. The hunting ground was becoming increasingly ideal. Thomas scanned his surroundings, ensuring there were no other supernatural auras nearby. The area was clear. It was just him and his prey.
Ahead, he saw it. The perfect ambush zone. A dimly lit pedestrian underpass, built to go beneath a larger road. Its walls were dirty concrete covered in graffiti, some of its lights flickering erratically, creating dancing shadows. The place offered complete isolation for several tens of seconds. More than enough time.
He could no longer follow her from behind. He had to be ahead. Making a split-second decision, Thomas turned into a parallel alley. Once he was sure he was out of Momo's sight, he unleashed his physical power. He ran. His movements became blurred and almost silent. He shot down the alley at superhuman speed, emerged on the other side of the road, and entered the damp tunnel long before Momo arrived. He positioned himself in the darkest part, a recess where the shadows were so dense they almost felt solid. He held his breath, and waited.
A moment later, the sound of light footsteps approached. Momo. He could feel her aura drawing closer. The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment at the tunnel's entrance, clearly uncomfortable with its eerie atmosphere. Thomas saw her rummage in her bag and put away her phone. A reasonable precaution, but also a fatal mistake. She had just cut off her own line of communication.
Momo took a deep breath and stepped inside, her pace slightly quickened to get through the place quickly.
As she reached the midpoint of the tunnel, directly under the flickering light, Thomas stepped out of the shadows, calmly blocking her path.
"Eek!"
Momo shrieked in surprise, jumping back. Her eyes widened in fear. However, that fear immediately turned into complete confusion as she recognized the face that emerged from the darkness.
"Hill-sensei? What are you doing here?"
Her guard dropped drastically. The unknown threat had transformed into a familiar and friendly teacher. This was the psychological opening Thomas needed.
"Hanakai-san," he said with a calm smile, stepping forward. "What a coincidence. I was just out for an evening stroll."
"Oh, I see," Momo replied, still a little shaken but clearly more relaxed. "This place is a bit creepy, isn't it?"
"Indeed," Thomas said, now only an arm's length away from her. "That's why a sweet girl shouldn't be walking alone."
That was the last sentence Momo heard as her free self.
In the blink of an eye, the friendliness on Thomas's face vanished, replaced by the cold efficiency of a predator. He lunged forward in one blur of deadly motion. Before Momo's brain could process the change in situation, before she could even think to summon an ounce of her demonic power, Thomas's left hand was around her neck. His grip wasn't choking, but firm and unyielding, just enough to cause shock and cut off the flow of magic in her body. His right hand quickly clamped over her mouth, muffling any scream that might form.
Momo's eyes widened in horror and disbelief. She struggled frantically, her slender body trying to break free, but Thomas's grip felt like steel shackles. He could feel the girl's wild racing pulse beneath his thumb. Small flickers of pink demonic energy crackled around her, a futile last-ditch attempt at defense. She had been completely physically dominated before the battle had even begun.
Thomas leaned forward until their faces were mere inches apart. He could smell the faint scent of strawberries on her panicked breath. "Ssshhh," he whispered, his voice cold and commanding, instantly extinguishing the last of her resistance.
He stared straight into her terror-filled eyes, and unleashed the Hentai App command with the full force of his will.
For a brief moment, Thomas could see it. The last flicker of the true Momo. Her cheerful spirit struggled against the engulfing wave of darkness. But it lasted only a moment. The wave was too strong, too absolute.
The resistance died. The terror vanished. The struggle in her body ceased. She went limp in Thomas's embrace. And then, a new expression appeared in her eyes. Admiration. Awe. And then, deep, unwavering adoration.
"{Target successfully controlled.}"
Thomas slowly released his hands from Momo's mouth and neck. The girl didn't run. She didn't scream. She simply stood there, gazing at him with new eyes, as if she had just witnessed the birth of a god from the shadows.
"My Lord," she whispered, her voice husky with wonder.
The riskiest hunt had been successful. A Bishop of the esteemed Sitri family was now his. The potential power he could draw far surpassed anything he had ever possessed before.
He looked to both ends of the quiet tunnel. The most dangerous part of the hunt was over. Now, it was time to claim his prize.
"My Lord," she whispered again, a word that affirmed her complete surrender.
A cold, absolute sense of victory surged through Thomas. This was his greatest achievement. Not a desperate Stray Devil, but a Bishop of a high-pillar Devil family. An incredibly valuable asset. But this place was too exposed.
"We leave here," Thomas commanded, his voice calm and firm. "Follow me. Don't speak unless I ask."
"Yes, My Lord," Momo replied, a small, blissful smile beginning to form on her lips.
Thomas led the way out of the tunnel, back onto the dimly lit streets. He chose the quietest route, sticking to back alleys, constantly alert with his Spiritual Sense. He led Momo to the anonymous rental apartment he had used before. Although its location might have been detected once, it was the safest and most private place he had at the moment. For the brief ritual he was about to perform, the risk was acceptable.
Once they were inside and the door locked behind them, Thomas turned to face his new servant. The room felt cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the warmth now radiating from the silver-haired girl before him.
"Your phone," he ordered. Momo immediately handed it over. "Send a message to Sona Sitri. Tell her you're feeling a little unwell and going straight home to rest. Tell her you'll be turning off your phone. Do it now."
Momo's fingers danced quickly over the screen, typing the lie with a sincere expression. She showed the screen to Thomas for inspection before hitting send. "Done, My Lord."
"Good. Now turn it off."
With a click, Momo Hanakai vanished from her friends' network. She was now completely isolated. Completely Thomas's.
The atmosphere in the room changed. The practical necessities were done, and now it was time for the true transaction. Thomas's eyes traced Momo's body from head to toe. He could feel the demonic energy, the pure mana of a magician, softly pulsating beneath her pale skin. That was his prize.
"You know why you're here, Momo," Thomas said, his voice deepening. "You will surrender your power to me. And you will do so by giving me your body."
"It is an honor, My Lord," Momo replied, her face flushed with passion and devotion. "Take everything you desire from me. I am yours."
"Take it all off," Thomas commanded.
With graceful movements, Momo shed her Kuoh Academy uniform. The white shirt, the plaid skirt, the tie... all fell to the floor until she stood naked before Thomas. She had a beautiful body. Her breasts were perfectly sized, round and supple, with pink nipples already hardened with anticipation. Her waist was slender, and her hips widened beautifully into firm, round buttocks. Her milky white skin seemed to glow under the apartment's fluorescent lights.
Thomas led her to the bed. He pushed her to her knees on the sheets, then sat on the edge of the bed in front of her. "Begin," he ordered curtly.
Momo didn't hesitate. She crawled forward and, with utter adoration, brought her mouth to Thomas's perfectly hardened penis. She licked it from base to tip, before taking it deep inside. Thomas hissed softly, feeling the hot, wet sensation of her mouth. Momo's head movements were rhythmic and dedicated, her eyes never leaving her master's, searching for signs of pleasure. "Ah... good," Thomas sighed, his hand pressing the back of Momo's head, pushing her deeper.
After a moment, he pulled her up. "Enough."
He laid Momo on the bed, her long legs spread wide for him. He gazed at the girl's vagina. Tight, soft pink, and already soaked with clear fluid, glistening under the light. Her sweet feminine scent mingled with the faint aroma of her perfume. He positioned himself between her legs and slowly pushed in. Her tight, wet vagina gripped his penis tightly.
"Nghh... My Lord..." Momo moaned, her back arching from the bed as she felt her emptiness filled. "Kimochi... ahh... so big..." she sighed again, the words coming out reflexively, driven by the overwhelming sensations.
Thomas began to move, slowly at first, in the classic missionary position. This gave him full control and allowed him to stare directly into Momo's eyes, seeing how the forced passion erased all other thoughts from her mind. He kissed her roughly, his tongue dancing with hers while his hands squeezed her soft, supple breasts.
"Do you like it?" Thomas whispered between kisses.
"Very... very much, My Lord... ah, ah!" she replied, her breath ragged.
To prolong and deepen the sensation, he changed positions. "Get on top," he commanded.
Momo immediately rose and took the cowgirl position, sitting on him. She looked incredible, her silver hair falling over her shoulders as she began to move her hips up and down on Thomas's penis. She took control of the tempo, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her moans growing louder. "Yeah... yeah... yeah! Like this, My Lord!"
Thomas let her lead for a moment, before the hunger for power took over again. He grabbed her hips and flipped her over, pushing her into doggy style without breaking their rhythm. He pounded into her from behind with a more primal force, his hands gripping her breasts from the front, his thumbs playing with her already highly sensitive nipples.
"Ahh! Yamete... ah, no, don't stop! Keep going, My Lord! Harder!" she cried, her words a jumble of instinct. The slapping sound of their wet skin, Momo's uncontrolled sighs and moans, and their ragged breaths created a brutal symphony of lust within the silent apartment.
Thomas felt his release approaching. He gripped Momo's hips tighter, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper. With a final growl escaping his throat, he exploded inside her. Waves of hot, thick semen surged into her womb. Momo's body convulsed violently around him as a powerful orgasm struck her. She collapsed forward onto the bed, trembling and breathless.
Thomas pulled out, seeing the remnants of his fluid flowing out of Momo's swollen vagina and dampening the sheets. And then, the most anticipated notification arrived.
{Conditions for ability acquisition have been met.}
{Analyzing target: Momo Hanakai (Devil/Bishop).}
{Copyable abilities detected:
1. Charm Magic (Minor).
2. Demonic Energy Projection (Low Level).
3. Portal Creation (Basic).}"
The clearest, most strategic choice, which would change his game forever.
Choice: Portal Creation (Basic).
The sensation was like a cosmic blueprint being downloaded into his brain. Complex diagrams, spatial formulas, and an innate understanding of how to fold space and time flooded his consciousness.
{Acquisition successful. New ability [Portal Creation (Basic)] has been acquired.}
Thomas stood, feeling this incredible new power settling in his mind. He now possessed the mobility of a god. He looked at the exhausted Momo. She was too valuable to hide. She was the perfect spy.
"Momo," he said. The girl immediately looked up at him, ready to serve. "Return to your normal life. Act as if nothing happened. But from now on, you are my eyes within the Student Council. Report everything you see and hear to me. Every day. Understood?"
"Completely, My Lord," she replied with a loyal smile.
He told her to get dressed and leave. Once Momo was gone, Thomas left the apartment as well. As he walked under the city lights, he could feel the potential of his new magic. He could sense points throughout the city, and in his mind, he knew he could open a gate to them if he wished.
This chess game had just gained a new Queen. And that piece was himself.