God of the New World [COMPLETED]

Chapter 15

Mori looked around at the three girls in "model poses" with an unreadable gaze.

The two red crabs were waiting for the verdict and trying not to show too much exposed skin, which, at the same time, was working and... not very successful.

Leviathan was the only one who was happy about everything. Well, cheerfully? She did not even try to hide her eyes, blazing with joy. The girl loved to have fun and bring happiness to reasonable people, in her own perverted sense of the word.

Well, she got her way. Serafall is considered an idol in the Underworld on a par with the archangel Gabriel*. And it doesn't matter that, actually, one of the four strongest archangels is the enemy of all demons.

Who cares if she's cute?

- N-neo, how's that? - Mizuki tried to hide her trembling voice, but it didn't work.

The girl was very shy. But for the sake of the man she loved, she was willing to do a lot.

What exactly she was 'ready' for, Kitsune was too embarrassed to think.

- Didn't I tell you this was a bad idea? - Sona said glumly, glancing at her sister in what she saw as erotic poses. - And you didn't listen to me.

- Well, Soo-chan, you just have to... - girl put a finger to her lower lip and continued: - More therapy!

Leviathan pulled off Sona and Mizuki's clothes with a tremendous speed impossible for a human.

- Oops, I'd forgotten you weren't wearing underwear! Hee-hee, that's fine!

- KJAYA! - the girls shouted together, and then Leviathan made a pile of mala, continuing to amuse herself.

Neo watched all this outrage with a calm look in his cold eyes.

Who knows what the guy was thinking right now? Not much could be read on his face. At the very least, he was amused by what was going on.

Or had the strict calculations finally cracked?

After a few minutes of yelling and aahing, when the flushed girls had finally managed to somehow mysteriously tie Serafall up with the remnants of her clothes by inserting a gag from a torn apron into her mouth, the girls looked over to Mori, calmly wiping the lenses of his glasses with a white handkerchief that had come from God knows where.

Mizuki and Sona didn't even think about covering themselves. It was too late.

So they just lowered their red faces to the floor and stood shyly next to each other, talking softly and promising the local Devil-master all sorts of punishments that would surely descend on the empty head.

- Forgive me," the pale boy's low voice broke the tense silence, interrupted by Serafall's mooing, "you've done so much for me, and I... I'll try to pull myself together.

- Neo? - Mizuki looked disbelievingly at Mori's crooked smile.

But it wasn't his smile that was important, it was his eyes... The light of life burned in them again. It wasn't the lifeless stare of a dead fish. Even the guy's aura had changed slightly, no longer hollow and negative.

- Neo! - Kitsune exclaimed once more, jumping up to the guy and starting to press his face into her bare chest. Tears of happiness and relief poured from the girl's eyes.

- I think I'll refrain from such actions, unbecoming of the future heiress of the Sitri clan," Sona said quietly as she began to gather up the scattered clothes. The girl turned to her sister, who had easily freed herself from the clutches of her clothes, and said gravely: - "You throw something like that out again, and I'll throw you out myself. Is that clear?