The moment Gardevoir made her move, everyone realized something was wrong.
The reason was simple—Ryuji's pants moved.
And they moved without anyone touching him.
This eerie scene made it instantly clear to everyone what was happening.
Rias's expression turned oddly amused. Especially when she saw the twisted look on Ryuji's face, she had to fight the urge to laugh out loud.
Mikoto, meanwhile, blushed furiously and quickly walked back into the steel shelter. She had no intention of sticking around. Still, as she left, she called back:
"Let me know when you're sending her back."
Even though she was embarrassed, curiosity tugged at her—she still wanted to confirm if what Rias had said was true.
Hermione followed her, retreating into the shelter as well. Whether it was the danger outside or what was currently happening with Ryuji, it was just too awkward to watch. Growing up in an open-minded English household with a doctor for a father, she wasn't ignorant of these things—but that didn't make this situation any easier.
Rin and Song Hana didn't seem too bothered, but they still returned to their rooms.
Just before heading in, Song Hana glanced back at Ryuji's tense, miserable expression and couldn't help but comment:
"Oof. Definitely not easy for him."
But Rias didn't leave. She stood there, arms crossed, watching everything unfold with an amused look. And when Ryuji finally dropped to his knees under the invisible force that kept tormenting him, she crouched beside him, her full chest swaying just inches from his face.
"How does it feel?"
Ryuji didn't want to answer—the stimulation was far too intense.
It wasn't just physical. Even internally, an invisible force kept teasing, tugging, and pulling.
Why the hell is this Gardevoir so good at this?!
As good as it felt, Ryuji couldn't stop himself from grumbling:
"Feels like… work. Like, you know it has to be done, and there's a reward at the end, but there's just no joy in it…"
"Haha, that's the cost of being a good guy," Rias laughed softly, then gave her chest a teasing shake.
"So as a reward, I'll let you look. After all, you always end up staring here when you're training anyway. But touching? That comes with a price—you'd have to become my servant."
She swayed her chest just slightly, the rhythmic bounce practically hypnotic. Coupled with Gardevoir's precise psychic control, the overwhelming stimulation brought Ryuji to his limit.
This wasn't just friction on the outside anymore. Some subtle internal force was now constantly pushing from within. Ryuji had never experienced anything like this—it felt like being inside a vacuum chamber.
The suction power was like an industrial-grade pump.
And yet—there was no soul in it. No emotion.
It was just pure, mechanical pleasure.
No thrill. No intimacy. No emotional connection.
Just the cold, efficient sensation of being processed.
But that—is exactly why it's frustrating.
With the scent of Rias's perfume in the air and her teasing smile in front of him, Ryuji glared at her, mustering the last bit of his composure to issue a moral condemnation:
"This is totally taking advantage of the situation!"
Rias just chuckled softly in response. Then she placed a hand over her chest, making it bounce ever so slightly.
"Well, I am a devil, remember?"
Her smile was full of mischievous delight. While she wasn't as extreme as Akeno when it came to sadistic tendencies, she certainly had her own playful dark streak.
Normally, in front of her peerage, she had to maintain a certain level of maturity and leadership—they depended on her, after all. But around outsiders?
She could be as cheeky and playful as she wanted.
Especially with Ryuji like this—completely at her mercy—it was just too entertaining.
"Kuh—! DAMN IT!"
Ryuji cried out in a half-growl of frustration, just as a thick, white burst of fluid shot out from him. He barely had enough sense left to adjust his position to avoid hitting Rias directly in the face.
Unfortunately…
Gardevoir stood stunned, utterly unprepared, as the milky substance launched directly at her. She had been too focused on manipulating Ryuji with her psychic energy to notice the danger.
The next moment, in a scene so absurd it felt ripped straight out of an over-the-top anime, the sticky white mess splattered across her.
Her green hair. Her arms. Her cheek. Even the hem of her dress.
Everything was drenched.
"Hmm… is this also part of the conditions?" Gardevoir asked, blinking blankly as she stared at the sticky fliuds clinging to her.
Ryuji wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but… was she blushing?
"Strictly speaking, no... But let's try anyway. Maybe we can still send you back."
Trying to ignore what had just happened, Ryuji extended his hand toward her with a straight face.
"Ugh… I really don't want to touch a human's hand. Especially one so… hormonally unstable," Gardevoir muttered, disgust clear in her voice as she glanced at the web of viscous fluid connecting her fingers.
Ryuji could only offer a sheepish smile.
He couldn't help but wonder—if she had the psychic strength to create miniature black holes, shouldn't she be able to just clean herself off with telekinesis?
Why hadn't she done that yet?
"Is she not in a hurry to leave?" Ryuji wondered silently.
But there was no time to overthink it—Gardevoir's hand touched his, and he immediately initiated the transfer attempt.
Unfortunately… it didn't work.
As much as Ryuji wanted to send her back, the system's conditions were strict. Apparently, psychic manipulation alone wasn't enough.
"Sorry," he said, shaking his head. "It's not working."
"Looks like unless we use some kind of hypnotic magic, physical contact is still required."
He let go of her hand, and she recoiled instantly, like she'd touched something hot.
"Is it because of my species?" she asked coldly. "Or… was my service unsatisfactory?"
She crossed her arms, inadvertently smearing more of the sticky white substance across her chest.
"I said I'd do it—and I meant it," Ryuji replied firmly. "It probably just requires more… direct contact."
He sighed, inwardly screaming—He didn't want to do it with a Pokémon!
And yet, when he looked at her… was she—angry?
"Then what about using hands?" she asked, her voice suddenly cold and serious. "I'd rather not let my mucous membranes touch yours. I feel like I'd catch something unspeakably filthy from you."
She glared at him now, shadows falling over her expression.
"I don't want to do it with a human either."
"Wait… are you reading my mind?!"
"I don't need to. You're incredibly easy to read."
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