That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B! Chapter 267: Degenerate Memories

So, what exactly did Finn and Akeno do after they finished cleaning the solemn, deeply historic grounds of her childhood home?

Frankly, it was sex.

They locked the heavy wooden doors of the old house and proceeded to completely defile it, doing everything her parents had likely done decades before.

Despite her gentle, demure exterior, Shuri Himejima had secretly been an incredibly perverted woman. And Baraqiel, Akeno's father, was a Fallen Angel—a divine being who had literally fallen from heavenly grace because he surrendered to absolute, forbidden temptation.

When those two fundamentally broken, deeply perverted creatures came together, the intensity of their carnal activity was terrifying. Even worse, Baraqiel was a hopeless masochist, and Shuri possessed a vicious, undeniable sadistic streak. The biological combination of their bloodlines had perfectly manifested in Akeno, turning her into a dangerously lewd woman who actively craved both pain and absolute dominance.

Akeno practically dragged Finn into what used to be her parents' bedroom. Within seconds, they had both forgotten everything—the grief, the geopolitics, and the sacred history of the shrine—and surrendered to mating like absolute animals.

Logically, it was deeply wrong. It was absolutely unethical to desecrate the very room that held her most precious and tragic memories. Yet, the sheer, taboo wrongness of the act sent violent shivers of excitement straight down Akeno's spine, leaving her completely unable to stop herself.

"Oh! Ahnh! More! More!"

Her long, silky black hair swayed wildly as she braced herself on all fours, her fingers gripping the tatami mat. Finn didn't hold back, driving into her with the heavy, punishing rhythm of a fierce stallion intent on claiming her entirely.

They didn't bother with protection. When Finn finally hit his absolute limit, he buried himself deep and released everything inside her. The sudden, overwhelming rush of heat made Akeno cry out, completely surrendering to the euphoric wave crashing through her nervous system.

But even after that, she didn't let him go. When they shifted to face each other, her smooth, pale thighs wrapped securely around his waist, locking him in place. She gasped softly as she felt his desire swell and harden inside her all over again.

"Ohn~!"

Akeno's violet eyes practically rolled back as another wave of intense, suffocating pleasure hit her. Yet, this wasn't close to being over. Finn had been subjected to the exhausting, suffocating stress of the Underworld's politics all week. He needed an outlet for his raw, pent-up energy, and Akeno was more than eager to provide it.

But as her body reached another violent, shuddering climax—her muscles locking tight as she let out a broken, deeply lewd cry—she felt herself blacking out. Her mind melted completely, and her last coherent thought was that she was going to need an extra girl to help her handle him next time.

"Can you take more, Akeno?" Finn's voice was a low, heavy growl against her ear.

Akeno didn't speak. She just fully submitted to her masochistic desires, pulling him down for another punishing round.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Kuoh Town, Rias Gremory was dealing with a vastly different, highly unromantic headache. She was currently standing in the Occult Research Club room, frowning deeply as she looked at her newest servant.

"How is it feeling, Issei?"

"I-It still really hurts, Buchou," Issei groaned, clutching his left side.

As expected, Issei wasn't a hardened combat veteran or a trained soldier. Now that the adrenaline from his brawl with Riser had entirely faded, the agonizing physical toll of his reckless actions was crashing down on him.

He was practically moaning in pain. Even worse, his left arm was completely gone, permanently replaced by a grotesque, scaly red dragon's arm. It was physically impossible for him to attend school, walk down the street, or live a normal human life ever again. Everyone would instantly notice his monstrous limb.

Getting Rias out of her engagement was a heroic feat, but looking at his mutated body, was the brutal price really worth it?

At his core, Issei was just a generic, perverted teenager whose only real hobbies included locking himself in his room, watching adult videos, and aggressively training his right hand. If he hadn't possessed the miraculous, reality-breaking plot armor of a generic Shonen protagonist, he would have been killed ten times over by now.

While on the battlefield, driven by sheer lust and adrenaline, the boy seemed godly. But the absolute second he returned to mundane reality, he had to pay the physical tax for his reckless power-ups.

Unlike Riser—who was a biologically elite High-Class Devil who naturally wielded immense magic and immortality—Issei was just a frail human container. The Boosted Gear doubled the user's power every ten seconds. But a human body possessed an absolute breaking point. If he kept multiplying his energy, his body would literally explode from the pressure, tearing apart like a cheap plastic bag stuffed with too many rocks.

The only way Issei had managed to sustain the overwhelming power of the Red Dragon Emperor long enough to fight Riser was by making a permanent, agonizing sacrifice: he had literally traded his human arm to the dragon Ddraig in exchange for raw power.

Naturally, Rias couldn't just let her Pawn suffer like this. She knew exactly how much he had sacrificed just to save her from a life of misery.

"Let's go and meet him tomorrow," Rias finally said, making up her mind.

"Him? Who?" Issei blinked, completely confused.

Kiba, who was standing quietly in the corner, also looked at Rias curiously. Yet Koneko instantly knew exactly who the Crimson Princess was talking about, her golden eyes widening slightly.

"Finn Balam. The man who casually stopped your punch at the party," Rias stated, not hiding her intentions. Finn was terrifyingly competent, and she felt he might possess a solution to Issei's permanent mutation.

"WHATTTTTT?!"

Issei's jaw dropped. A sudden, sickening mix of fear, annoyance, and petty jealousy tightened his chest.

In his entire life, Issei had never genuinely believed a beautiful, high-class woman like Rias would ever look his way. His screaming declaration about claiming her virginity during the fight had just been raw, adrenaline-fueled bravado. But now, hearing the woman he actively worshipped announce that she was going to seek help from another man—especially the terrifying, impossibly rich man who had effortlessly humiliated him—made his stomach churn violently.

"Y-You seriously want to bring me to that absolute bastard, Buchou?!" Issei protested.

"Yes," Rias nodded firmly. "You might not be aware of this, Issei, but Finn Balam is not just a brawler. He has used his immense wealth to acquire a vast, global collection of rare magic, forbidden knowledge, and supernatural artifacts from various pantheons. He is arguably one of the most clever Devils alive. He might actually know a way to reverse your mutation."

Through his aggressive acquisitions, Finn had secured priceless magical treasures. Rias firmly believed Finn had a solution, and honestly... she was fully prepared to pay whatever astronomical price he demanded to fix her servant.

"But... but..." Issei gritted his teeth, feeling intensely vexed despite knowing she was right.

"Then do you want your arm to stay a scaly monster claw forever?" Rias asked softly, cutting through his pride.

"I..." Issei deflated. He hated it, but he knew he had to accept her logic.

"Also, you absolutely must be respectful to him tomorrow," Rias warned strictly. "Unlike Riser, Finn is an entirely different breed of predator. If you look at him the wrong way, or speak out of turn... I don't think he will explicitly kill you because you are my servant, but he will absolutely not hesitate to snap both your legs."

"...." Issei gulped, remembering the agonizing sound of his own wrist breaking in Finn's grip.

"Don't look at me like that," Rias sighed helplessly. "He is a core member of the conservative Great King Faction. They are a ruthless group that values pureblood nobility and absolute power over all else."

"That's such an old-fashioned, arrogant way of thinking!" Issei couldn't help but complain.

"It might be, but he possesses the absolute, overwhelming power to back up his beliefs," Rias countered sharply. "And more importantly, you are the one who desperately needs his help. So..."

Rias paused, thinking carefully before continuing. "Actually, I think it is better if you make this decision entirely on your own. I am genuinely afraid that if I physically drag you there, your pride will make you say something stupid to him. I want you to decide for yourself: will you just live with the pain forever, or will you swallow your pride and go ask him for help?"

"...."

Issei fell dead silent. Rias had effectively trapped him. By forcing him to make the choice himself, he couldn't use the excuse that he was 'forced' into asking for the Balam heir's help. He had to actively choose to beg the man he hated.

"Oh, and one last thing," Rias added, her voice dropping into a deadly serious warning. "Do not, under any circumstances, look at his Queen with your usual perverted gaze, Issei. Unlike Riser... Finn will simply gouge your eyes out."

"....."

Issei swallowed hard, genuinely terrified.

Yet, despite the relative peace settling over the Gremory peerage, trouble was already brewing in the shadows of Kuoh Town.

In a quiet, abandoned corner of the city, two mysterious figures draped in heavy white cloaks slowly walked into the territory. Slung across their backs were two massive, impossibly heavy objects wrapped in thick cloth.

They were bringing a level of divine chaos that the Devils living in this city hadn't even begun to imagine.