Harem Daily Life in High School DxD

"Pah, stop talking nonsense. Come on, I'll do my best to help you."

Having made up his mind, Kuroba also returned to his senses, and he took this opportunity as the last chance to be intimate with Asia and began to flirt with her passionately.

Asia's face immediately turned red from the kiss, and as Kuroba sucked harder, her breathing became rapid.

But soon, Asia noticed something was wrong.

Because the healing power overflowing from her body was slowly disappearing through her mouth.

It's obvious without even thinking that Black Feather is plundering; he's absorbing all the magic into his own body.

Asia's eyes widened and she began to struggle incessantly.

Upon seeing Asia's actions, Kuroba immediately cupped her head with both hands, his eyebrows curving slightly as he revealed a handsome smile.

Buzz——————

At this moment, the device emitted a deafening roar, and the healing power in Asia's body was completely absorbed by Black Feather.

Only then did Kuroba release Asia.

"Kuroba!!! What are you doing, making such a foolish mistake!!"

Before anyone knew what had happened, Asia broke down in tears.

Kuroba simply smiled and gently wiped away Asia's tears.

He felt his body raging, and a destructive force was rampaging through him. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, but he forced himself to resist the violent power and freed Asia from her restraints.

Freed from her predicament, Asia immediately threw herself into Kuroba's arms.

"Why... Kuroba... what am I supposed to do? Waaaaaah!"

Rias and the others, who had been observing from the sidelines, also noticed that something was wrong with Kuroba at this moment.

Because his body was so strange, like a spiky ball, there would be some kind of force inside him that wanted to break through his body and rush out, but it was suppressed by Kuroba.

"Kuroba...."

Rias stared at this scene in disbelief.

Upon hearing this, Kuroba slowly turned to look at Rias. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a chilling sensation on the top of his head.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed Asia out, and then he himself was enveloped in light and disappeared from the temple in the next second.

"Oh dear, they only took one? What a pity. They could have killed two with one stroke..."

The moment the black feather disappeared, an unfamiliar voice echoed from mid-air.

Rias looked in the direction of the sound, her eyes red.

She soon spotted a man wearing a cloak, radiating a chilling, fiery aura, with a look of regret on his face.

"It'll take two more seconds of my time, this is infuriating... but oh well, let's just consider it the final bit of entertainment in this farce..."

Upon hearing this, Rias gritted her teeth and questioned the man.

"Who are you! What did you do to Kuroba!"

Upon hearing Rias's question, the man revealed a mocking smile.

"Nice to meet you. I am Sherba Beelzebub. I have the blood of the great true demon king flowing through my veins, and I am the rightful heir of Beelzebub. That imposter is not so good."

He glanced at Theodora's head, which had rolled into the corner, his disdain evident in his eyes.

Chapter 178 You're so smug, aren't you, Kuroba?

Rias had no intention of listening to Sherpa's nonsense. The magic behind her had already begun to surge violently, and she glared at Sherpa irritably.

"I demand an answer! Kuroba, where did you put him?!"

Facing the rioting Rias, Sherpa nonchalantly picked at his ear.

"If you're talking about that Crimson Dragon Emperor who reeks of a disgusting dragon smell, he's already vanished at the edge of dimensions. His body must be crushed to pieces by now, right? What, you don't understand? He's dead?"

Sherpa laughed with a mischievous grin.

Upon hearing Sherpa's words, Rias and everyone else were stunned.

Sherpa, enjoying the look on everyone's faces, decisively added fuel to the fire.

"Actually, it doesn't matter. He ruined our plans and actually swallowed all the destructive power into his own body. Maybe I'm helping him get rid of it faster. You should thank me, right?"

"Unforgivable...Unforgivable...Unforgivable!!!"

Yuki was the first to react, and she immediately conjured a demonic sword and attacked Sherpa fiercely.

"whispering sound..."

Sherba let out a mocking laugh, and with a casual wave of his hand, an incredibly thick barrier of light appeared in front of him, directly deflecting the demonic sword.

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at the same time.

Kuroba appeared in a mysterious space with his body riddled with wounds.

This is a space composed of gray and white, stretching endlessly.

Kuroba's body was completely out of control and he couldn't move, but his mind was very focused. Although he couldn't move, he could still see everything around him.

"Where is this...?"

Kuroba wanted to regain control of his body, but after many attempts, he couldn't do anything about it.

"I think... I was just in the temple, right? I clearly rescued Asia, but then suddenly a beam of light appeared, and then... and then I found myself here?"

Kuroba's mind was racing.

"Have new enemies appeared? No... I have to go back... I have to protect them..."

Kuroba's spirit seemed to be imprisoned by a spherical barrier.

He struggled relentlessly, pounding on the barrier, trying to regain control of his body.

But each attempt only brought one failure after another.

"Damn it... let me out!! I still have so much to do! You bastard!!"

Shi Yu's spirit was screaming wildly and relentlessly.

Just then, a colossal figure that blotted out the sky appeared before Kuroba's eyes.

It's a red dragon...

If Blackfeather already thought Tani was enormous when he first saw it, then compared to the red dragon before him, Tani was as tiny as a chick.

The red dragon slowly flew in, only stopping in front of the black feather. On its enormous head, a pair of huge dragon eyes stared at the black feather, which was as small as an ant.

"Why...are you here?"

Just as the man and the dragon were staring at each other, Kuroba heard a strange, indescribable sound, like a hoarse voice that had suddenly come out after years of not speaking.

He was startled by the voice, but he was no longer afraid, so he paused and asked.

"Is it you speaking?"

The obscure voice did not sound again, but Hei Yu felt a strange light emanating from those dragon eyes, which passed directly through his body and struck his spirit.

In an instant, all of Kuroba's memories flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Kuroba couldn't help but grin.

"What's this... watching a movie before you die? It feels so familiar, this must be the second time I've experienced this...?"

But I don't want to die...

As Kuroba looked at the faces flashing before his eyes, his resentment grew stronger.

"Bang!!!"

As Kuroba's unwilling inner voice rang out, the seemingly unbreakable barrier around him shattered like shards of glass.

At the same moment, the countless blood holes on Hei Yu's body were also filled with a pure white light that belonged only to angels.

As the light shone, Kuroba's body gradually recovered, and before long it returned to its pre-damage state.

"I have already integrated all the destructive power within you into your body. Considering that it was unintentional, I forgive you. Leave now and do not disturb my peace."

As he listened to the voices around him, Kuroba felt the sensation of regaining control of his body growing stronger.

When he opened his eyes, he only had time to see a dragon wing covered in ferocious barbs flapping towards him with a hurricane before he was sucked into a black hole without any resistance.

Before the black hole disappeared, Kuroba waved to the Crimson Dragon.

"Thank you... Uncle!"

After the black hole disappeared, the red dragon's eyes were filled with doubt.

"I... Uncle?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The timelines of the dimensional rift and the underworld are clearly not equal.

When Kuroba reappeared, he witnessed Yuuki being bounced back.

"Bastard! You dare hurt Yuuki? Prepare to die!"

Kuroba didn't know who the newcomer was, but judging from his confrontation with Rias and the others, there was no need to hesitate—he was the enemy.

With a whooshing sound, Black Feather threw a punch directly at Sherpa.

Driven by anxiety and anger, Kuroba used all his strength.

Before Sherpa's horrified eyes, he bent over like a bow, paused briefly in front of Black Feather's fist, and then flew backward, embedding himself heavily in the wall like a dead dog, and passed out.

"This……"

Kuroba clenched his fist in disbelief. With just a simple punch, Kuroba felt the magic power flowing through his body more smoothly than ever before, and the amount of magic power seemed to have increased qualitatively.

Before Kuroba could investigate further, a series of heavy pressures came from behind him.

"Kuroba!!! You scared us to death!!"

Rias said with tears in her eyes and lingering fear.