The Devil’s Chessboard isn’t just about power—it’s about hunger. Tonight, I found myself in the library with Koneko, watching her tiny fingers trace the spines of ancient grimoires. That innocent face, those tight little curves barely hidden under her uniform... Fuck, the way she’d whimper if I pinned her between the shelves, lifting that skirt to pound her virgin pussy until she forgot how to form words. But it’s not just lust—there’s something darker curling in my gut. The way Rias’s [Sacred Gear] reacts to mine, like two beasts circling each other. Last week, during strategy meetings, I caught her biting her lip when our knees brushed under the table. Is she imagining my cock stretching her throat, or is she afraid of what happens when I stop playing by her rules? The Underworld loves a good predator… but what happens when the pawn becomes the hunter? (Mood: predatory)