The elegant finesse of the large interior was very pleasing to walk through. Akira had previously left for something urgent. She mentioned how it would only take 10 minutes max, but it seemed to have been hours since she left. Before she left, she gave me clear instructions to go and meet the others, but I was having a hard time finding them.
Miss Furuya, who was struggling to remove the layer of frost off of the window, seemed to be extremely dedicated to her work. She looked fairly sleep-deprived and had a fatigued expression that made me pity her. I didn't want to aggravate her, considering she was working so hard, so I avoided making any unnecessary contact.
But to my surprise, she called out my name from across the room and gave me a jubilant smile.
"Takashi!" She said, dropping the small metallic lighter she was previously using to melt the frost. "Akira informed us that you'll be under her strict training for the time being and that you will be staying with us in the female demonatorium."
She gave me a confused look, as if she were trying to remember something important. "Ah, yes, I remember now. Akira also mentioned something about your unique demonic retribution weapon, which has the sheer power to destroy even the highest of angels. Yaotzils Bane, was it?"
It sounded very appealing to be complimented like this, perhaps I wasn't as useless as I thought.
"Oh, so you originate from the mighty Devalic Yaotzil heritage. Your name is actually... Takashi Yaotzil Azuma? What a fine name!"
Did I really belong to such a great tribe? Maybe I could use this fact to my advantage. It felt amazing to have such power flowing through my body, and I couldn't resist the thought that it was a blessing given to compensate for my torture.
"Well, Takashi, it's time for you to meet the others. Their names may ring a bell. Asami and Irina are the daughters of the Astaroth family; they should be extremely suitable to help you in your journey to gaining power. Irina is quite a clumsy person, so be careful around her. Asami, on the other hand, is one of the most skilled students. Her talent for swordsmanship is a true work of art that can't be rivaled by the average demon.
Next we have Tsubame; she is the oldest out of all of them and is one of the instructors at the new academy you will be attending. She may attempt to… get into your bed while you're sleeping to suck an extra portion of your blood, but don't you worry, I will try my best to stop her."
She gave a smug expression and crossed her arms.
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"Akira, you should already know her as the mistress of the Damballa family. As for me, you can just call me Honoka. Just a reminder, but Akira said you will be giving all of us a daily amount of your blood. Do you mind… if I have my portion now?"
She looked at me in a cute way while putting her hands together. Maybe I should get used to the feeling and let her have some, eventually I'll have to do it anyway so it doesn't matter.
"Fine then, go on, do as you wish." As I said that, I sat down and crossed my legs, waiting for her to begin.
"I..I..I I'll be quick." She said it with a drool dripping onto her exposed chest, and the sight of such made me blush. I felt her grab onto my clothes and push me down onto the ground as she dug her fangs deep into my neck. Though it was definitely painful, I felt a meager feeling of pleasure as she drained some of my blood. It was something I had never felt before, and it lasted a long time.
After about five minutes, she released her compact grip with blood still dripping from her mouth.
"Thanks for the meal," she said, looking at me with a seductive smirk. It seemed that everyone had a side to them that was awakened when they got something they wanted.
I was completely fatigued, and I needed some rest. Honoka noticed that I was beginning to doze off and picked me up on her back, allowing me to rest on her shoulders. "Let me take you to your room, Takashi; I specifically tailored it just for you." In my perception, Honoka was a woman who would never allow herself to be even close to a man, but for some reason, she seemed to not distance herself from me and instead maintained consistent contact.
She effortlessly carried me across the halls and brought me to a well-lit room that had all sorts of weapons around. On the door, a small sign had my name and a number engraved into it.
'Takashi Azuma, 1674 (東孝志 1674)'
"Don't take any notice of that. It's um, just a random number us girls picked. It doesn't mean anything." She said this while grasping the key to the door from inside her chest. It was quite an indecent place to keep a key but she didn't seem to care. The door opened, revealing all the girls who were waiting for me to arrive. Akira was sitting on the bed, reading some sort of ero-manga. The others were also doing things like playing board games and eating snacks. They looked pleased to see me.
"I have brought him over here, and I have already received my portions, so you guys can enjoy yourselves. You girls should not stay up too late and remember to brush your teeth before going to bed." Honoka dropped me to the floor and departed the room, swiftly closing the door. The girls arose from their slouched positions and crouched beside my disoriented body.
"So you're the new dorm member. I remember your face from the hospital but that's really it. You could've at least given us some blood at the time; what makes now different from before? Well, anyway, it's nice to meet you and I hope you and I will get along!" Tsubame seemed to have remembered me, which was quite odd considering she only talked to me for a few minutes.
"It's pleasant seeing you again. Me and my younger sister, Irina, were worried about where our patient had run off to. My name is Asami. I hope you get along with my sister and I look forward to battling with you as my ally."
Asami had the most respectful characteristics and was the first one I heard as I woke up. I guess I would now be fighting against angels and all sorts of monsters with her. The small girl who shared similar looks to Asami bowed her head to me.
"My name is Irina and… well… I… um…" She seemed to be struggling to get the words out of her mouth.
"Come on, Irina, just spit it out already." Tsubame said it with an angry look on her face.
"I want you to train me to become, you know, strong like you." She looked at me while blushing heavily. Her face went red like a tomato as she looked away in shame.
I needed to break the awkwardness by saying something. "I can train you, I guess, but I'm sorry if I'm not much help. I haven't even grasped how to use my own abilities yet so please don't be angry if I don't manage to make you stronger."
"So you do talk," Tsubame said eagerly while pinching my cheeks. I wanted to talk more but something was wrong. My eyes were getting blurry and I couldn't keep them open any more. Perhaps I used too much energy, so I needed to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later. The room was pleasant, warm, and quite comfortable to sleep in. My clothes had changed from the black suit to pajamas, but I didn't recall putting them on. I felt something pressing on me beneath my blanket, and as I uncovered the quilt to investigate what it was, I saw a sleeping Akira clutching tightly onto me.
Her breasts were pressing against my chest and I could feel her slow heartbeat. Her warm embrace made me feel at ease and I continued to sleep without questioning how in the actual hell I got into this situation. Proceeding with life in this way would surely make me accustomed to this new world.