Harem Daily Life in High School DxD

"You'll find out tomorrow."

Seeing Akane's mysterious demeanor, Kuroba muttered to himself.

"What the hell..."

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With these questions in mind, Kuroba went to the shrine in the suburbs after school the next day.

But looking at the red torii gate in the distance, Kuroba couldn't help but feel troubled.

"Is it really okay for me to go in? Will something bad happen...? Although I have the magic of angels within me, I seem to be asleep right now. Will it still be effective?"

But as Hei Yu approached, he noticed a figure standing at the bottom of the stone steps.

Wearing a white and red shrine maiden outfit, with her long, dark hair tied in a ponytail and a slight smile on her face, who else could it be but Akeno?

"Welcome to my home, Kuroba."

Akane looked at Kuroba with a smile, and paired with this shrine maiden outfit that seemed to be tailor-made for her, she was simply a Yamato Nadeshiko!

"Living...living here? In the shrine?"

Zhu Nai led the way while explaining things to Hei Yu.

“There’s no problem here. We made a special agreement with this shrine in private, which allows even demons to enter. Since the previous shrine chief passed away, this place has been unmanaged, and it was Rias who helped me preserve it.”

Kuroba suddenly realized that there was such a reason.

"Then Zhu Nai, who exactly came to see me today?"

Zhu Nai remained silent, but led him into the shrine.

"Are you Kuroba?"

A voice that didn't belong to Hei Yu rang out. Hei Yu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a flurry of golden feathers. Standing among the flying feathers was a very kind-looking young man. He was wearing a white robe and had a golden halo on his head.

Looking at this strange outfit, Kuroba couldn't help but think of angels.

Sure enough, the young man walked towards the black feather, and six pairs of golden wings appeared behind him as he walked.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Michael, the Archangel, Black Feather. I've heard your name from someone far too many times..."

Michael walked up to Kuroba with a smile and shook hands with him, showing no airs of being the leader of the angels.

Kuroba ignored Michael's introduction, ignored everything else, and focused solely on one word.

Someone.

Kuroba looked at Michael with a hint of nervousness.

"Um... I wanted to ask you a question."

"Huh? What?"

Michael didn't mind at all and waited patiently for Kuroba's question.

"Is Yuno alright?"

Michael's smile didn't fade when he heard Kuroba's question; he looked at Kuroba with some surprise.

"Yuno? So that's her name?"

Seeing Michael speaking in riddles, Kuroba was very anxious, but he couldn't press him further and could only wait patiently.

Fortunately, Michael did not intend to keep him in suspense.

"Don't worry, Yuno you mentioned is doing very well. In fact, she often talks about you and wants to play games with you again. If it weren't for her mission this time, she probably would have been here already."

After hearing Michael's words, Kuroba breathed a sigh of relief. Although he still didn't know who Yuno was, and it was clear that Michael was hiding something, it was good to hear from her, and that was enough for Kuroba.

"Besides, I came here this time on Yuno's request."

Michael spoke again.

"what?"

Kuroba looked at Michael with a puzzled expression.

"excuse me."

As Michael spoke, he slightly brushed aside Kuroba's bangs.

"Hmm, I was wondering why the angelic aura I sensed was so faint; it turns out it was all sealed here..."

Michael studied the matter to himself for a while, then looked at Kuroba.

"Kuroba, can you grant me a request?"

The request... coming from Michael's mouth, carried a certain weight, but Kuroba hesitated only for a moment before speaking.

"If I can do it."

Michael nodded in satisfaction.

“I see this meeting as an excellent opportunity for the three major powers to shake hands and make peace. You are my gamble. I will unseal and strengthen the angelic magic within you, making it a power you can completely control. I only hope that you can make good use of this power and become a bridge between us angels and demons. This is Yuno’s request, and it is also my request.”

It was indeed quite heavy, or perhaps Michael was overestimating him?

"This... I'm just a little devil, perhaps you've asked the wrong person?"

Michael shook his head with amusement.

"You who possess the power of both angels and demons, and wield a red dragon, yet you claim to be nothing more than a lowly demon? You underestimate yourself far too much."

Michael patted Kuroba on the shoulder.

"I rarely misjudge people, and I have high hopes for you, Kuroba. I wonder if you dare to grant my request? Unsealing your angelic magic means your strength has greatly increased, so don't underestimate the amount of magic Yuno gave you..."

Now that things have come to this point, what difference is there between Kuroba and a grandson if he continues to back down?

"I can't make any promises, but as long as I live, I will keep this promise, even if it's just for Yuno."

Michael smiled, and this time his smile seemed more genuine.

Michael drew out all the angelic magic sealed within Black Feather's eyes with his finger, and the magic was immediately covered by golden light. The platinum and gold colors slowly merged and transformed into a flowing sphere that resembled gilded gold.

Michael flicked his finger, and the gilded sphere spread across Black Feather's entire body as if it had found its home, penetrating through every pore. As Black Feather was covered by this magic, he felt an indescribable comfort. The surging power and unprecedented comfort made Black Feather unable to help but let out a roar.

With a roar, two wings involuntarily appeared behind Black Feather. The left wing was jet black, representing the demon, while the right wing was pure white, a testament to the angel. These wings were covered with a thin layer of red light, seemingly weak, but one could feel the scorching heat if one put their hand close.

Without needing to do much testing, Kuroba already knew that he had become stronger, at least to the point that he wouldn't be helpless against Haku.

Seeing that the fusion with the black feather was complete, Michael also dispelled the surrounding blessing light, and looked at the black feather with a smile on his lips.

"Kuroba, remember our promise. Time is running out, so I'll be going now."

Then Michael left amidst Kuroba's bewildered gaze.

"Leaving now?"

Zhu Nai chuckled.

"Lord Michael is very busy. He made time to come see you. Otherwise, do you think the three-way talks are a joke?"

"makes sense..."

Black Feather looked at its wings from side to side before putting them away.

Chapter 105 The Gentle Zhu Nai

After Michael's aura completely dissipated, Zhu Nai's expression relaxed, and she let out a long sigh.

"Alala, serving important people is really exhausting. Even though my beloved Kuroba is right beside me, I can only pretend to be calm. Do you know how torturous that is?"

Kuroba's lips twitched when he heard Akeno's sigh.

"You've really had a hard time, Zhu Nai..."

Zhu Nai smiled sweetly at Hei Yu, her eyes crinkling, and then twirled around in front of him.

Kuroba stared in disbelief as Akeno twirled around in her red and white shrine maiden robes, her hands lightly twirling. As she spun, she revealed her distinctive wings, which traced beautiful arcs in the air. Countless black feathers scattered with her movements, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Standing still, Akane looked at Kuroba.

"So, Kuroba? Does this shrine maiden outfit suit your taste?"

Kuroba smiled and walked towards Akeno, gently reaching out to stroke the pair of wings behind her.

"Juno is so beautiful. Everything about her is so lovely. I really like Juno like this."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Nai's eyes softened even more, and she nestled tenderly into Hei Yu's arms, murmuring softly.

"Thank you for your kind words, Kuroba..."

"Why are you thanking me? I don't think I did anything wrong."

Zhu Nai tapped Hei Yu's forehead and said coquettishly.

"Originally, I hated having the blood and wings of a fallen angel, so I angrily sought out Rias to reincarnate as a demon. But I never expected that I would be born with both the wings of a fallen angel and a demon. This version of myself makes me feel nauseous and disgusted. But because of your appearance, Kuroha, I have accepted my existence. So Kuroha, you should also have some confidence in yourself. You are very strong and powerful. Otherwise, what am I, who believes in you, anyway?"

Akane pulled Kuroba to sit on the ground. She slightly lifted the hem of her shrine maiden outfit to reveal her smooth, elastic thighs. She gently pressed Kuroba's head down, letting him lie on her lap, and tenderly stroked Kuroba's hair.

"For such an adorable Kuroba, this is my reward for you. So, how about it, whose lap pillow is more comfortable, yours or Rias's?"

Feeling the soft touch against his ear, Kuroba felt incredibly relaxed, but he was not about to fall for such a deadly trick.

"Of course, each has its own merits."

Akeno giggled at Kuroba's answer.

"I didn't expect Kuroba to be such a sly one."

Akane teased Kuroba, gently moving her lotus hand to turn Kuroba's face towards her, and then pressed her bright red lips against his. Their tongues were filled with each other's saliva, and the sounds of sucking echoed from the shrine.

Is this considered blasphemy?

But I'm a demon, so what?

Kuroba immediately dismissed the useless thoughts, and the atmosphere grew heated as their breaths became increasingly intense.

Soon the two were completely gone. Kuroba put Akane's slender waist on the ground and quietly entered.

That day, Zhu Nai was as docile as a well-behaved pet, letting Hei Yu manipulate her at will, and diligently accommodating her in all sorts of positions.

The air was filled with melodious and moving whispers, like endless musical notes echoing throughout the night.