That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B!

The cool, salty night breeze rolling off the coast of Mie Prefecture brushed against the wide veranda of Finn’s private villa. The rhythmic rustling of the courtyard trees provided a quiet, peaceful backdrop, but with his heightened senses, there was no way he could miss her approach.

”Xenovia?”

She was a warrior through and through. But unlike Irina, who moved with delicate control and refined skill, Xenovia was a creature of total, brute force. Hiding her presence to catch him by surprise wasn’t exactly in her playbook.

”Finn-sama... let me be your servant.”

She stepped out from the shadows of the sliding glass doors, her striking blue hair catching the pale moonlight. She was entirely direct, her golden eyes burning with an undeniable, raw intensity. She didn’t even try to hide her desire.

”Are you sure?” Finn asked, looking at her with genuine surprise.

”Eh? Is that... not okay?”

He certainly didn’t mind accepting her. Despite her blunt, sometimes overwhelming nature, Xenovia possessed incredible potential as a fighter. And of course, there was her unique, undeniable beauty. She was less of a traditional swordsman and more of a berserker who wielded heavy blades, relying on explosive strength rather than finesse. But with both Durandal and Excalibur Destruction in her arsenal, her brutal style was terrifyingly effective.

If I step in, I can even combine them, Finn thought. Unlike the human alchemists from the Church, he had the skills and knowledge to forge something entirely new, perhaps even a perfected Excalibur.

But Xenovia’s focus was miles away from weapon smithing. She hadn’t actually expected him to say yes. When he asked, ”Are you sure?” it meant he hadn’t rejected her.

Her breath hitched. Compared to Akeno, who commanded terrifying lightning, or Asia, whose healing magic was peerless, Xenovia often felt that her only true value lay in her holy swords. She knew his presence defied the Church, and she had seen him challenge pantheons without breaking a sweat. She didn’t want to be a burden; she just wanted to belong to him.

”I do,” she breathed out, stepping closer.

”But, what about your faith?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

”I don’t care about it anymore!”

Without another word, Xenovia leaped directly into his arms, wrapping her athletic, incredibly soft body tightly against his chest. The faint, intoxicating scent of athletic soap mixed with the sharp tang of ozone and warm, flushed skin completely invaded his senses. She knew she was acting rashly, but her warrior instincts told her she needed to seal this pact immediately.

And in Xenovia’s mind, there was only one absolute way to do that.

”Let’s make a child right now, Finn-sama!” she declared, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and desperate, watery eyes. ”You don’t have to hold back. Claim me completely! I am fully prepared to bear your children! Just... please be gentle. It’s my first time...”

Despite her bold words, a violent tremble ran through her slender frame. She was still a maiden, after all.

”....”

Finn blinked, locking eyes with her to see just how serious she was. The mood was definitely unconventional, but he couldn’t deny the sudden, heavy heat pooling in his stomach. The alcohol he had enjoyed earlier to calm his nerves was doing its job a little too well. Looking down at her beautiful, expectant face, her glossy, parted lips, the heavy swell of her chest pressing against him, and the long, toned legs wrapping around his... his restraint snapped.

”Let’s go inside,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he scooped her into his arms. ”It’s a bit too chilly to do this out here.”

The moment he carried her through the threshold and into the dim, warm bedroom, her blunt bravado vanished. As he gently laid her down against the soft, cool sheets, she became painfully shy. A strange, fuzzy anticipation blossomed in her chest. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t being treated as a holy weapon or a brute—she was being treated like a fragile, beautiful woman.

When his lips finally captured hers, it was like magic. The hardened warrior melted instantly. Her body betrayed her disciplined training, bowing entirely to his mercy as a soft, incredibly sweet moan slipped past her lips.

”Aawawawawa!”

Out in the darkened hallway, Irina was trapped in a state of absolute panic. Peeking through the slight crack in the bedroom door, she watched her best friend fall.

Xenovia has surrendered... this is bad... this is so bad! Irina watched in disbelief as the usually fierce, dominant Xenovia was effortlessly conquered, leaking out breathless, high-pitched whimpers that belonged to a woman entirely drunk on pleasure.

What should I do?! Irina knew she had to burst in and stop this sinful act, but her knees had entirely given out. She was slumped against the wall, her breathing ragged. A deep, heavy heat had pooled between her thighs, completely soaking her undergarments. Unbidden, a vivid, deeply humiliating fantasy flashed through her mind—she imagined Finn forcing her down onto all fours on that very bed, gripping her twin-tails tightly like the reins of a wild, unbroken mare, riding her into submission and making her abandon her faith entirely.

Oh, God... please forgive your straying sheep! But she couldn’t leave her friend to face this demonic temptation alone! Mustering every ounce of her wavering courage, Irina pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside, her face burning crimson. She froze the moment his eyes locked onto hers, letting out a heavy gulp. The door clicked shut behind her.

Minutes later, Irina’s sweet, harmonic cries joined Xenovia’s, echoing softly through the villa.

”My, my... what delightfully perverted exorcists,” Akeno whispered, her voice practically dripping with sinful amusement.

Leaning against the doorframe, Akeno watched the unfolding chaos with predatory eyes. She watched the two former church knights completely lose their minds under Finn’s spell, their athletic bodies tangling with his on the messy sheets as they surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure. And, exactly as Akeno had suspected, Finn definitely had a thing for Irina’s hairstyle, playfully wrapping his hands in her twin-tails as he pinned the flushed angel to the mattress.

”Hyaaah!”

Hearing the escalating sounds from the bedroom, a timid figure shuffled up beside Akeno. Asia gripped the hem of her skirt, her face so red it looked like it might burst into flames. For the first time in her sheltered life, she was witnessing something incredibly forbidden. She knew she should cover her eyes, but she simply couldn’t look away.

In the beginning, Irina and Xenovia had looked at Finn with fear, doubt, and even holy hatred. But now? They looked like devoted worshippers, their faces flushed with absolute, unadulterated bliss as they practically begged for his touch. The sight sent a strange, forbidden jolt straight to Asia’s core. A dirty, selfish thought sprouted in the back of her mind, urging her to step inside and claim her own share of his warmth.

”Should we go save them, Asia-chan?” Akeno purred, leaning down to whisper directly into the timid girl’s ear, her breath hot and teasing. ”Or should we join the fun?”

”Ah... um...”

Asia let out a quiet, defeated whimper. Her legs moved on their own, stepping forward into the devil’s den. The door closed, and the four incredible women braced themselves to face the demonic stamina of a single man.

Hours later, long after the heavy, intoxicating scent of sweat and sweet perfume had settled into the sheets, several shadowy figures finally touched down on the grounds of the Mie Prefecture villa. Fortunately for them—and for the exhausted girls sleeping soundly in his bed—Finn had already finished cleaning up.