Chapter 21: The Lost Kitten

Tojo Koneko felt strangely thirsty that day. It was still early in the day when Shirone woke up, so she headed to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and found a carton of milk. She poured its contents into a glass and drank it all.

However, the thirst didn't go away for some reason.

Why? Thinking of having another drink, Shirone's hand, which was about to reach for the milk carton, stopped midway.

"What is this smell...?"

A peculiar smell wafted from somewhere. It was a smell she had never encountered before. It vaguely resembled the scent of chestnut flowers. What could this smell be? Shirone started walking, following the source of the scent, while feeling a sense of curiosity.

She left the kitchen and proceeded from the first-floor hallway towards the back.

In this vacation home owned by the Gremory household, there were many unused rooms. There shouldn't have been anyone in the back of the first floor, but perhaps it was just her imagination. She passed by the door where she could hear the snoring voice resembling her comrade Issei Hyoudou and continued further inside.

There was no mistake. A strange scent was emanating from behind the closed door.

Just by smelling it, her body began to feel ticklish. Her consciousness started to become hazy, giving her a sensation of being in a dream even though she was in reality.

"Meow..."

After Shirone let out a soft meow, white cat ears of the same color as her hair popped out from his ears. In response, a white tail emerged from the gap in her pajamas and started to wriggle.

Shirone was originally a youkai called a Nekomata before being reincarnated as a demon by Rias Gremory. The cat ears and tail were remnants of her previous form, and she usually concealed them while living her daily life. Currently, only Rias Gremory, Akeno Himejima, and Yuuto Kiba knew about this fact. She had not shown them to Issei Hyoudou and Asia Argento, with whom she had a relatively new acquaintance.

Why did her cat ears and tail suddenly pop out on their own?

Shirone couldn't even question this matter as her attention was drawn to what was behind the door, so she placed her hand on the doorknob.

The room was dimly lit, with no lights on. Naturally, there shouldn't have been anyone there, but Shirone noticed that someone was sitting on the bed placed in the room. Who could it be? Shirone entered the room without turning on the lights, taking one step and then another.

A strange centripetal force. It felt as if it was only natural to go there.

When she reached the side of the bed, she recognized the identity of the person sitting there.

Golden hair and a face that, while well-formed, appeared to have a bad personality. He wasn't wearing his distinctive red suit that he usually wore, and his well-trained physique was exposed.

It was Riser Phenex. He was the fiancé of Rias, the leader, and also the man who was the cause of Shirone and the others coming to the vacation home for training.

Why was he, the person himself, at the Gremory household's vacation home? What was he plotting?

I thought it might be an enemy reconnaissance if everything went as expected. However, I didn't understand the purpose of coming at this time. It was still early morning, and everyone except Shirone was still asleep. It would make sense if he wanted to observe their training, but sitting alone in an empty room served no purpose.

I don't understand. Shirone thought suspiciously, but she decided to at least greet him.

Shirone undressed right there, not just her pajamas but also her underwear. Although her female characteristics were not prominent, her young feminine body was beautiful, and she exposed it to Riser. Then, she knelt on the floor, assuming a seiza posture and bowed with three fingers pressed against her forehead.

Placing her forehead on the floor, she moved it as if rubbing.

This was the customary greeting when a male visitor arrived. Its intention was to make the other person understand that "I am a lower being than you." Throughout history, females have understood their position like this and flattered superior males.

"Uh..."

As Shirone prostrated on the floor, something was placed on the back of her head.

It was Riser's bare foot. He stepped on Shirone's head and pressed it against the floor.

This was also a customary greeting. It seemed that he had proper manners. Shirone didn't have a good impression of Riser, who seemed frivolous, but he reconsidered when he saw that he had some sense of decorum. The way he moved his foot back and forth showed that he was well-bred.

As Shirone continued to prostrate herself for a while, her head was released from under the foot.

"May I lift my head...?"

"Go ahead."

"Thank you very much..."

With Riser's permission, Shirone raised her head.

Then, against the small cat's will, Riser's cock came into view.

A terrifyingly imposing flesh rod. It was dark red and thick, already erect, and the rounded tip of the glans was pressed against the small cat's face. It seemed to be filled with the desire to violate and destroy a woman, continuously dripping pre-cum from the urethral opening.

Amazing. This is what a man has. The small cat swallowed nervously.

That's right. After this, as part of the customary greeting, she had to dutifully serve the man's dick. Endlessly, until the man was satisfied. Naturally, if she couldn't satisfy him, she would have to follow him for the rest of her life and regularly serve him.

She had to? Was that really true? Had she ever done such a thing before?

"With a clone, the effect is certainly weaker... Should I try various things on this occasion?"

Riser's hand reached out, and his outstretched palm stopped in front of the small cat's face.

"Ah..."

Something was changing. Basic knowledge, perception, and various other things in her mind were changing. Something important was being violated. Unknown words, unfamiliar words, were being implanted. "Penis," "vagina," "testicles," "semen milk," and so on.

Unfamiliar. Unwanted. Even if she thought that way, those words took root in the small cat's mind.