Izashi's gaze locked onto Kuroka as he repeated her name, letting it roll off his tongue with a hint of appreciation.
"Kuroka-chan… such a lovely name," he remarked, his voice warm and inviting as he flashed an innocent smile that contrasted with the underlying tension between them.
Kuroka's lips curled into a faint, playful smile as she examined him.
"I never thought the Lucifer would hand me over to a kid," she began, her tone teasing yet tinged with curiosity. "Though, I must admit, you're quite the looker. Definitely easy on the eyes. But looks aren't everything, you know… I'm still unsure about your strength, nya~"
Izashi expected such skepticism. With a nonchalant gesture, he stretched out his hand, and a sphere of red energy, dense with the Power of Destruction, formed in his palm.
The crimson glow pulsed ominously, reflecting the danger it held. Izashi smiled brightly, the contrast between his expression and the deadly power in his hand making the display even more unsettling.
"My power, huh? I'd rather not fight you right now. I can't guarantee you'd leave the encounter without missing a limb or two."
The sweet tone in his voice made the threat seem almost absurd, yet Kuroka couldn't deny the authenticity of his power.
The raw energy emanating from him was overwhelming, causing her to unconsciously rub her thighs together as a wave of excitement coursed through her. This wasn't just any power—it was the power of someone who could dominate, and that realization sent a thrill down her spine.
She instinctively drew on her Senjutsu to steady herself against the intense energy flooding the room. "I see… quite strong indeed, nya~," she purred, her tone softening as she acknowledged his prowess. "And here I was, expecting Lucifer's brother to be just another arrogant noble brat."
As she spoke, Kuroka subtly adjusted her posture, the motion causing her already revealing yukata to slip slightly, giving Izashi an even clearer view of her ample cleavage.
Izashi's eyes instinctively followed the motion, his throat tightening as he gulped down a wave of desire.
Sensing that he had made her point, he gradually retracted his aura, lowering the power output to a level that allowed Kuroka to relax slightly.
He decided to shift the conversation to something more serious. "Now, I know why you killed your previous master," Izashi began, his tone calm but laced with authority. "And as for how I know… well, let's just say it's one of my many abilities. The real question is, do you want to see your sister again?"
Kuroka's playful demeanor vanished in an instant, replaced by a rare look of seriousness. Her voice was low and measured as she responded, "What do you mean by that? Why did I kill my previous master? And how exactly are you going to reunite me with Shirone, nya~?" The seriousness in her tone made the last 'nya' seem oddly out of place, but Izashi didn't let it throw him off.
He knew he had to tread carefully here. "I know you killed him because he was planning on using your sister for some twisted experiment—to create an Ultimate Devil or something along those lines," Izashi explained, his voice steady and confident. "Am I right, or am I right, Kuroka?"
Kuroka's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly regained her composure, masking her surprise with a neutral expression. "So, you know about that, huh? Interesting… Even Lord Sirzechs didn't have any idea why I did it, nya~." Her face relaxed slightly, but her guard remained up.
Izashi allowed himself a small, knowing smile before addressing her second concern. "As for your sister, Koneko… she's currently a Rook in my twin sister Rias Gremory's peerage. Koneko is very dear to both Rias and me. If I explain the situation and ask her to talk to you, I'm sure she wouldn't refuse."
His words were accompanied by a cheeky grin, as if daring her to challenge his sincerity. "So, the real question is, do you want to reconcile with your sister?" he asked, his playful tone returning as he watched her carefully.
Kuroka's feline ears twitched at the mention of Shirone, and she took a moment to process his offer. 'Nya~. He's strong, he can reunite me with Shirone, and he's not bad-looking either. He might even be a suitable mate—someone who could give me strong children and help revive our race,' she thought to herself, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly as she assessed him.
Finally, she nodded, her voice carrying a hint of her usual playfulness as she replied, "Of course, I want to reconcile with my little sister, Shirone, nya~." With each word, she moved closer to him, her sultry tone laced with a seductive undertone.
Before she had even finished speaking, Kuroka had closed the distance between them until her ample chest was pressed firmly against his. Izashi could feel her heart pounding wildly, though whether from excitement or anticipation, he wasn't sure. Her soft breath tickled his ear as she whispered, "But you should know, nya~… I'm also looking for a mate. A strong one, who can help me bring lots of little Nekoshou into this world."
Her words, combined with the sensation of her breasts rubbing against him, sent a shiver of desire through Izashi. His eyes were drawn to the expanse of creamy skin exposed by her slightly disheveled yukata, and for a moment, he considered giving in to the temptation she was offering. But he quickly reminded himself of the bigger picture—now was not the time for indulgence.
Firmly, but gently, Izashi took hold of her hands, preventing her from pushing him down. "Now, now," he chided softly, "aren't you getting ahead of yourself? Not that I'm opposed to the idea of making children with you, but this isn't the right moment. Every deal has its conditions, after all. I can grant your wish, but in return, I want you to become my Bishop."
Kuroka's playful expression faltered for the first time, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. After what had happened with her previous master, the idea of becoming another devil's servant was not something she was eager to entertain. Izashi could see the conflict in her eyes and leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a soft whisper as he added, "Aww… and here I thought I was doing a good deed by reuniting two sisters. Guess I was wrong."
His words seemed to push her to the brink of a decision. Kuroka visibly struggled, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. "I actually need some time—" she began, but Izashi cut her off gently.
"Did you know? Koneko still misses you," he interjected, his tone soft and sincere.
That was the final push she needed. The mental barriers she had built up crumbled as she imagined her little sister pining for her. The guilt and longing she had suppressed for so long came rushing to the surface, overwhelming her doubts.
She looked into Izashi's eyes, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "Tell me… are you serious about letting me see my sister again, nya~? You won't hurt her if I become your servant?"
Izashi's laughter rang out, surprising her. "Idiot! If I wanted to harm her, I could have done so a long time ago. You're welcome to come with me and see for yourself that she's perfectly safe. I'll make you my Bishop later."
Kuroka shook her head, her voice firm with newfound resolve. "No, that's enough, nya~. I believe you, nya~." There was a certainty in her tone that hadn't been there before.
Izashi was curious about her sudden change of heart, but then it hit him—Kuroka was a master of Senjutsu. She could sense if he had any ill intentions towards Koneko, and his sincerity must have convinced her. Smirking at the realization, he summoned a chess piece—the Bishop piece.
Kuroka's eyes narrowed as she stared at the piece in his hand, her mind racing with questions. 'What's this Evil Piece, nya~? It feels… different from the one I had before. Mutated? No… not even the standard mutated Evil Piece would have Senjutsu chakra in them, nya~.'
Her eyes widened as she reached a startling conclusion. 'Don't tell me… this Bishop piece was mutated by strong Senjutsu chakra! But that's not all—I can feel another power inside it, something more terrifying than Devil or Senjutsu chakra.'
Izashi pressed the piece against her chest, and as he spoke, "I, Izashi Gremory, hereby appoint Kuroka as my Bishop!" the piece began to glow, resonating with her energy.
For a brief moment, Kuroka's eyes flashed red before returning to their natural light yellow color. She felt a surge of power course through her as the piece integrated into her being. Kneeling before him, she bowed her head in submission. "This lowly Bishop greets the King, nya~."
As she bowed, her kimono slipped further, revealing her pink nipples and filling the air with a sweet scent that made Izashi's senses tingle. He quickly dispelled the barrier of Power of Destruction that had surrounded them, allowing the outside world back in.
With a commanding yet gentle tone, he spoke, "Now, stand up, Kuroka. Let's head back."