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Though Irina said "take a bath together," of course they ended up doing far more than just bathing.
Not that Bokue minded, really. Given his current strength, even intense battles could barely tire him out, let alone these kinds of intimate "fights."
And as long as his stamina didn't run dry, his ammunition wouldn't either. In short, he had unlimited firepower.
Soon, a full hour had passed. It was already close to eleven at night.
Within the steamy bathroom, Irina—who'd enthusiastically shouted "Let's bathe together!" earlier—was now entirely docile.
After enduring Bokue's relentless barrage, she lay limp and boneless in his arms, feeling exactly like a kitten who'd snuck into a pantry and eaten so many fish treats that she couldn't walk anymore.
"Hey, Bokue..." Irina murmured lazily.
"Hm?"
"There's sothing I've been wanting to ask you." Resting her cheek softly against his chest, she adjusted herself into an even more comfortable position in the bathtub. "The thing you've been handling on Itogami Island—are you finished yet? Sumr vacation is already halfway done, you know."
Saying this, she pouted slightly with genuine disappointnt. "I was looking forward to spending sumr vacation together. It's been so many years since we last t—I thought we could at least hang out properly. Instead, you ran off alone the mont sumr began. Honestly, it's a bit an."
"Uhh..." Bokue didn't know how to respond, since objectively Irina's words were completely justified.
Yet he felt pretty helpless about it. First, there had been the troubles on Itogami Island right when vacation started. Then ca the complicated ss involving Mio and Maria, followed by even more incidents back on Itogami Island. Now, even the Underworld's northern territory was acting restless again.
At this point, it wasn't a question of him itching to get into a fight; it was others practically begging to get beaten.
Wait, speaking of the Northern territory…
Bokue suddenly had an idea. A tiny lightbulb seed to pop up over his head.
"You know what? Tomorrow—or maybe the day after—let's all go out together. How does that sound?"
"Eh?! Really?" Irina instantly perked up, her previous grievances imdiately forgotten. "Sure, sure! Where are we going?"
"Hmm... how do I explain... the northern Underworld territory," Bokue said thoughtfully. "It's not exactly a relaxing vacation, though. Technically, we're going to crash soone's party over there. But since I'll be with you all, it should still feel like a casual trip. Who knows—there might even be so unexpected surprises."
"The northern territory?" Irina paused uncertainly, tilting her head in thought. "Wait, I've definitely heard that ntioned sowhere before... Wasn't that about Rias-san's cousin or sothing? Ah, I rember—that's when you ntioned it!"
"Yeah, that's right. I did tell you about it last ti," Bokue nodded, summarizing the current situation in simple terms. "Things have changed a bit, though. The old Demon Lord faction is getting restless. I'll have to head there and… 'negotiate' with them."
"Mm! You definitely should give them a good beating!" Still filled with justice despite having officially left the Church, Irina nodded vigorously.
"Seriously, how shaless! They didn't bother to care for their own niece all these years, and now they want her back just because their faction is in trouble? And even worse, they intend to drain her power! It's infuriating!"
"But..." After voicing her indignation, Irina looked slightly embarrassed. "You haven't forgotten, have you? I'm technically unard right now. You know we Holy Sword users can't exactly fight empty-handed..."
"Don't worry. I already thought of that," Bokue reassured gently, patting her smooth back comfortingly with one hand, while reaching out with the other.
In the blink of an eye, golden energy condensed in midair, quickly forming into a familiar bracelet-like item—Irina's previous "Mimic Holy Sword," the weapon capable of shifting into any form.
"Wh-what...?" Irina's eyes widened in shock, suddenly sitting bolt upright—only to imdiately shudder and slump back into Bokue's chest due to the sudden movent reigniting her sensitive nerves.
"Isn't this my Mimic Holy Sword?! But—I already returned it to the Church! Where did you get this? Wait... you didn't storm the Church's sacred treasury to steal it, did you?!"
"Of course not," Bokue chuckled, lightly smacking her backside as punishnt for her silly accusation. "Your original sword is definitely still in the Vatican. This one—I just made it for you right now."
Irina froze, mind going montarily blank. "You just... made it?"
The Holy Swords were the Church's most treasured assets, awarded only to the absolute elite of its warriors after rigorous selection. Yet Bokue had casually forged one right here, right now, seemingly identical in appearance and aura to her original weapon. Was this even possible?
"With my current power, creating sothing like this isn't particularly hard," Bokue explained patiently, gently clasping the Mimic Holy Sword around her slender wrist.
Being holy in nature, there was no worry about water damage or anything.
"The original sword specialized in dealing heavy damage specifically to Devils, but I didn't fully grasp how that principle worked. So, I ended up making this new one effective against all creatures—just be careful not to accidentally hit yourself, because it'll definitely hurt."
"I-I'm not clumsy enough to do sothing like that!" Irina pouted slightly, pretending to be indignant. She was a forr Holy Sword user, after all—how could she make such a rookie mistake?
"Well then~" Bokue smiled teasingly, tapping the newly ford Holy Sword bracelet on her arm.
"H-Huh?"
Without any warning, a soft white glow enveloped the Mimic Holy Sword, rapidly transforming it into countless silky threads of energy. Before Irina could react, they neatly restrained her in a gentle but secure binding position.
"You've rested enough now, haven't you? Let's go again—like this," Bokue whispered mischievously.
"W-Wait a sec!"
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anwhile, on the other side of the bathroom door, Asia Argento leaned nervously against the bedroom wall, her delicate hands trembling slightly as they moved shyly beneath her skirt.
Her usually innocent face was flushed deeply, eyes wide and breath heavy as she listened intently to the muffled sounds drifting from behind the closed door.
Her mind felt dizzy with embarrassnt and excitent, heart pounding as unfamiliar but irresistible curiosity compelled her to listen even closer.
"They're... doing sothing really nice again, aren't they..." Asia whispered breathlessly, cheeks burning hotter with each soft, enticing noise from beyond the wall.
Tonight, the innocent young nun had truly learned so very, very naughty habits.
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