That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B! Chapter 273: Preparing For The Worst

As Xenovia, Irina, and Asia submerged themselves into the massive, steaming hot spring pool, it felt like every single ounce of tension snapped and melted away from their bodies. The soothing, mineral-rich water washed over their aching muscles, making them feel like nothing in the outside world mattered anymore. They were completely relaxed, weightless, and free.

While Asia happily closed her eyes and floated comfortably in the water, Xenovia and Irina couldn't help but stare at the beautiful blonde nun with a deep, complex sense of envy.

It was entirely natural. The two combat exorcists had just been granted a brief, tantalizing taste of true luxury, and they couldn't help but compare it to their harsh lives in the Church. They were used to taking quick, freezing cold showers, eating plain, flavorless rations, and being constantly thrown into brutal, life-threatening combat missions.

It wasn't that they actively lusted after wealth or luxury; they simply didn't know what to wish for because they had never experienced anything else. They had spent the vast majority of their young lives locked inside the Church, either praying silently or violently practicing combat drills.

"You are going to have a very bright future now," Xenovia muttered quietly, her stoic eyes locked onto Asia.

"Ah... um... yes. Thank you, Xenovia-san," Asia replied softly, blushing slightly.

Asia knew perfectly well that she had absolutely no place left in the Church, or anywhere else in the human world. She had been abandoned by her parents at a young age, raised as a holy tool, and then ruthlessly discarded and hunted by the very institution she served. For someone—even a terrifying Devil—to genuinely desire her presence and offer her a permanent home made her happier than words could describe.

As for the wealth and luxury of the Balam estate? To her, that was just a pleasant bonus. She was just happy to belong somewhere.

"........"

Xenovia remained silent, staring at Asia for a long moment. She decided to keep her darker, more pragmatic thoughts to herself. She was genuinely afraid that if she carelessly insulted Asia, the nun might accidentally report it to him, and then what would happen? Finn would likely snap her neck before she could even blink.

If anyone in this hot spring was truly in a precarious, entirely unprotected position, it was Xenovia.

Asia had already been officially scouted to become a member of Finn's Peerage. For a Devil of Finn's overwhelming magnitude to take a personal interest in her, Asia's survival and future were practically guaranteed.

As for Irina? Despite how silly, dramatic, and intensely perverted the twin-tailed girl could be, her father was actually a high-ranking, politically connected official within the Church's hierarchy. Even if things went completely wrong, Irina possessed a political safety net. Her life was essentially that of a sheltered princess.

But Xenovia?

Xenovia was painfully aware that while she might be an incredibly talented, natural-born holy sword wielder, she possessed absolutely zero political backing. She was entirely expendable to the Church. Which meant her survival tonight depended entirely on what she was about to willingly subject herself to.

"By the way, Irina," Xenovia spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Yes?"

"Do not ever breathe a word about what we are going to do tonight to anyone back at headquarters. Understood?"

"O-Of course!" Irina fiercely nodded, splashing water. There was absolutely no way she would ever confess to what was about to happen! She had a childhood friend back home—what if he found out that her pure, holy body had been thoroughly corrupted by a Devil?!

Yet, Irina convinced herself this was entirely inevitable. Surrendering their bodies was the only logical way to ensure they didn't end up like Freed Sellzen!

"Good," Xenovia nodded slowly. But she was still incredibly anxious. She knew her friend wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

"Did you just think something incredibly rude about me?" Irina narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.

"No. Not at all," Xenovia deadpanned.

Irina huffed, her eyes instinctively dropping to Xenovia's heavy, incredibly busty chest floating in the water, before looking down at her own. While Irina was undeniably smaller, she proudly considered her proportions far more aesthetically pleasing. Her breasts were perfectly perky, and her nipples were a highly attractive, pristine pink.

Suddenly, a terrifying thought crossed Irina's mind. Wait... wasn't that Devil staring strangely at my twin-tails earlier? A violent shiver ran straight down her spine. Her overactive imagination instantly conjured a deeply lewd scenario: Finn aggressively grabbing her twin-tails from behind, using them as literal handlebars while he violently pounded her into submission.

"Wait!" Irina suddenly gasped, splashing water as she grabbed Xenovia's arm. "What about condoms?!"

"I don't carry any," Xenovia replied bluntly.

"What if we get pregnant?!" Irina shrieked in absolute panic. If she was forcibly impregnated by a terrifying Ultimate-Class Devil, the scandal would literally shatter the Vatican!

"It should be fine. Even if he completely ignores protection and ruthlessly ejaculates deep inside of us, the risk of us getting pregnant is incredibly low," Xenovia explained calmly, resting her chin on her hand.

"Huh? Really? Why? Is he impotent or something?"

"No, you idiot. Pureblood Devils have low fertility rates. It is incredibly difficult for them to impregnate anyone. We will be perfectly fine."

Unlike Irina, Xenovia was strangely motivated when it came to highly specific, pragmatic education. She had thoroughly researched anything that might help her survive in the supernatural world—including Devil reproductive biology.

"Oh... then we're totally safe?" Irina nodded slowly, desperately trying to calm her racing heart. She silently swore to the Lord that she would protect her mind. Even if her body was violently taken, she would absolutely never surrender to the sexual pleasure like those degenerate, drooling heroines in the hentai manga she secretly read!

Yeah! I definitely won't fall to a Devil's lust! Irina mentally cheered herself on.

Xenovia just stared at her friend, rolling her eyes in absolute exasperation. She turned her attention back to the quiet nun.

"How about you, Asia? Are you mentally prepared for tonight? Since you are actively joining his Peerage, he will likely demand to take you first. You'll have to brace yourself when he forcefully plunges his cock directly into your—"

Splash!

Xenovia stopped mid-sentence. Asia had completely fainted, slipping limply under the hot water due to the sheer, overwhelming embarrassment of Xenovia's blunt words.

"Ah! Asia!"

"Don't drown!"

If Asia drowned in the hot spring, the terrifying Devil would absolutely murder them both!

While the three holy women were panicking in the guest bath, Finn was currently entirely at the mercy of his Queen in the master bathroom.

He sat on the tiled stool, water rushing over his broad, heavily muscled shoulders. He knew he had slightly neglected Akeno emotionally by focusing so heavily on the new girls, so he patiently allowed her to indulge her deep, sadistic urges.

Akeno stood behind him, her soft hands violently, mercilessly stroking his hard erection as she pressed her lush, soapy breasts firmly against his back.

"Cum! Cum! Cum for me, Finn-sama~!" Akeno taunted, her voice dripping with dark, dominant pleasure.

Finn felt a brief flash of humiliation at being actively milked like a farm animal, but his body couldn't resist her flawless, aggressive technique. He groaned heavily, his hips jerking forward as he aggressively sprayed his release straight across Akeno's beautiful, flushed face and lewd, soapy body.

"...You are so perverted, Akeno," Finn sighed, his chest heaving.

Watching her elegantly slide around to sit between his wet legs—wearing an expression of pure, unadulterated, blissful ecstasy just from being dirtied by his semen—made him realize he had severely underestimated the depths of her degeneracy.

"I try to be a sadist," Akeno giggled, a dark, heavy blush staining her cheeks, "but it seems my masochistic side always wins when it comes to you."

As she spoke, she leaned forward, wrapping her soft, warm lips entirely around the tip of his sensitive, quickly recovering penis. She lewdly licked and sucked the remaining semen clean, deliberately puckering her cheeks to maximize the suction, making him instantly harden back to full mast.

"Ara~!"

Akeno pulled back with a wet pop, playfully patting the side of his stiff erection. "You have to be patient, Finn-sama. You have three beautiful, untouched women waiting nervously for you in the living room. Let's save the rest of your stamina for later?"

"...I have literally never even considered doing any of that," Finn deadpanned, trying to vehemently refute Akeno's blatant, highly degenerate accusation. He had absolutely zero intention of forcing himself on Asia, Xenovia, or Irina.

"Are you entirely sure about that?" Akeno teased, lightly flicking the underside of his throbbing shaft with her manicured fingernail. "Because this thing is definitely getting harder as we speak, you know~."

Finn glared at her playfully.

"But seriously," Akeno's tone shifted, though her lewd smile remained. "Are you really planning to forcefully induct all three of them into your Peerage?"

"No. Just one," Finn answered honestly.

"Which one?"

"The nun. Asia."

"Is there something uniquely special about her?" Akeno asked. She never actively questioned his tactical decisions. If Finn wanted a girl in his Peerage, there was always a highly calculated, corporate reason.

"She possesses a rare, healing-type Sacred Gear. If any of us are critically injured in the future, she can instantly heal us. She is the ultimate support."

"I completely support her," Akeno nodded instantly. The moment she heard about Asia's immense tactical value, her playful demeanor vanished, replaced by the solemn, deeply protective seriousness of a Queen evaluating a vital asset.

"...."

Finn blinked. Why did she suddenly get so aggressively serious about healing? He felt a brief pang of doubt, but decided not to overthink his Queen's complex psychology right now.

"But... what about the two heavily armed exorcists?" Akeno asked, her violet eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"I am not going to do absolutely anything to them," Finn sighed, completely exasperated. "What exactly do you think I am planning to do?"

"Nothing~!" Akeno smiled innocently.

She decided not to press the issue. It didn't matter what Finn claimed. If she was being completely honest with herself, she desperately wanted to see the three pure, devout followers of God completely broken and turned into trembling, addicted messes beneath her master.

Just the vivid, incredibly explicit thought of Finn violently conquering the three holy women... and then returning to the bedroom to ruthlessly pound her with a dirty cock covered in their holy juices... sent a violent, electrifying shiver of absolute excitement straight through her core. Her thighs clamped tightly together as a heavy rush of wetness soaked her already drenched core, completely unprompted by Finn's actions.

"........" Finn stared at her heavily flushed face and glassy eyes.

Yup. Without a single doubt, his Queen was a completely hopeless, incurable pervert.