Chapter 460: Fallen Angel Yuriko

When Asahi reached Ryuu’s room, Aimi and the elf were locked in a staring contest. Ryuu seemed too embarrassed to say a word, while Aimi thought of many situations that would have led Ryuu to receive a collar from Asahi.

Aimi suddenly looked to her right. The exact spot Asahi was hiding. She narrowed her eyes, trying to find something. She had a hunch that Asahi was there.

Asahi gulped his saliva. The sense of a yandere could breach the stealth of the EX-Tier artifact, or it could be the passive power gained from accumulating over 500 affection points.

‘Aimi… adorable.’

Meanwhile, Aimi chalked her premonition to a false alarm, as she had no reason to suspect Asahi of hiding in Ryuu’s room. Asahi had to be dealing with Hephaestus and Freya as per the last report from Klyscha.

(You must miss him.)

Aimi sighed. ‘I’ll keep him to myself tonight. Don’t deny me, Klyscha-sama.’

(Uh... sure.)

After thanking Klyscha, Aimi turned back to Ryuu. “Do you want to say something?

Ryuu sat on the bed and held her collar. “Aimi-san, there isn’t much to say about this. I’ll be Asahi-kun’s slave until I prove myself.”

“Okay… are you free right now?”

“Yes.”

“Come with me.”

Aimi didn’t wait for an answer and yanked Ryuu to her feet. She dragged Ryuu out of the room. Asahi scratched his head, confused by the weirdest exchange he had seen this month. He expected Aimi to have a brighter reaction, but he forgot she became less emotional without his direct involvement.

“Things would have ended differently if they spoke more… but both prefer fewer words and more action.”

To check on Yuriko’s progress, Asahi teleported to her room in the Yotsuba Mansion. Yuriko was curled up on the bed, concealed inside a thick layer of dark aura. Saya slept nearby on a chair, earphones plugged in her ears, and her mind in a realm far from reality.

(It’s almost done. Half an hour at most.)

‘Waiting a day is better than my painful transformation.’

Asahi took another chair and sat beside Saya. “Nothing beats stalking my wives when they sleep.”

The next few minutes were peaceful, then a pulse of mana passed through the room. Asahi opened his eyes to an amazing sight—Yuriko checking out her midnight black feathery wings.

“Hello?”

“You woke up,” she said, turning to him with a soft, mature smile. “I changed.”

“You became more beautiful.”

“Really?” She stood and whirled around, spreading her brand new wings to their full length. The feathery wings easily covered most of the room.

“I feel powerful,” Yuriko whispered. “Dear, can you show me my status?”

‘Klyscha.’

(In a jiffy, my love.)

Yuriko Takagi: Saya’s mother and owner of Takagi Mansion.

—Favorability points: 249 [Lovable Husband]

—Age: 39

—Lvl. 1

—Race: Fallen Angel (First Ascension)

—Class: —

Attributes:

—Strength: 150

—Dexterity: 190

—Constitution: 250

—Defense: 250

—Charm: 54

—Magic: 300

Skills:

[—Earth Element (A-Rank)]

[—Firearm Mastery (C-Rank)]

[—Darkness Element (EX-Rank)]

[—Light Element (EX-Rank)]

[—Curse of Fallen Grace (Unique): Yuriko receives more damage from divine and light magic attacks. Any harm to the wings weakens Yuriko.]

[—Divine Boost (Unique): Yuriko can enhance her body and senses through magic.]

Yuriko received more skills than him. The Fallen Feather, the EX-Tier item Yuriko used to transform, also had a hefty cost of 700,000 KP.

‘First Ascension? She can reach a higher rank like a fallen archangel?’

(She can grow more pairs of wings…)

‘That’s from DxD, isn’t it?’

(My ideas are cliché…)

“Holy… Dear, I transformed into a hero-level character!” Yuriko hugged him, pushing him into the chair with her weight. “Should I say I became a suitable wife for the Devil Emperor?”

Asahi chuckled and let Yuriko cuddle with him. “Corporate leaders are born evil.”

“Precisely why I fell for you, Dear Son-in-law.” Yuriko enveloped him and the entire chair in the warm embrace of her wings. “I achieved my goal.”

The soft feathers made him yawn, evoking a drowsy feeling. He buried his face in her chest. “I’m gonna sleep.”

“Make yourself comfortable, my child.”

“…”

“Before that, please answer one question. Do I lack compared to those angels?”

Yuriko reminded him of the angels who weren’t called to the party for one reason—the risk of falling. Something perverted always happened when Rika and Shiori were in the same room. Gabriel was a lost cause already, but Sandalphon was clueless about most things. He didn’t want Sandalphon to change just yet.

So he didn’t invite either of the angels to make it fair. He would make up for this later with lots of dates on the beach.

Asahi bit the smooth skin of Yuriko’s tits. “No, your wings provide me with motherly comfort.”

“I am your mother-in-law, ufufu.”

He himself wasn’t sure about the meaning of his words. But Yuriko seemed satisfied with his answer.

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