chapter 321

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    Chapter 321:

    – Layla –

    I lounged on my bed, toying with my newest souvenir—the Infinity Gauntlet, now completely empty of any real stones. I flexed my fingers inside the metal glove and let out a soft giggle.

    “SNAP!” I chirped, snapping my gauntleted hand just for the fun of it. The hollow clack that followed didn’t have the same cosmic impact as the real deal, but it still amused me.

    Villains always think they can control ultimate power, I mused. He Who Remains sure found out the hard way. In hindsight, he should’ve just focused on mastering one or two stones, instead of putting them all together and acting like the final boss when he obviously couldn''t handle all that power.

    [Villains are always overconfident.]

    “You’re right about that,” I agreed.

    Suddenly, a gentle knock sounded on my door. I grinned, already feeling a mischievous little spark. “Come in!”

    The door opened, revealing Sona. Her eyes landed on the Gauntlet, then flicked up to my face. “Layla?” she asked cautiously.

    I couldn’t resist. I conjured an illusion of six glowing stones filling the Gauntlet’s slots. Then I snapped my fingers a bit too dramatically.

    Sona flinched. “Wha— are you insane?”

    I dispelled the illusion with a laugh. “Relax! It’s just for show, I promise.”

    She pressed a hand over her racing heart. “Yes, well... from my perspective, you were about to blow a hole in reality!”

    “Don’t worry,” I teased, tossing the Gauntlet onto the bed. “It’s harmless now.”

    Sona eyed it warily. “Why keep it at all?”

    I shrugged. “Souvenir? Sometimes I kill to collect cool stuff from the enemies we beat. Though I’ll admit, half the time I forget I even have them.”

    “Like what else?”

    "Hmmm." I rummaged through my inventory and pulled out a pitch-black scythe, its blade radiating a deathly chill. Sona visibly tensed at the dark aura it gave off. “The Scythe of the Underworld.” I gave it a little twirl, nearly knocking over a pillow. “Once a fearsome weapon, now it just collects dust.” I chuckled and stashed it away before retrieving a small vial of thick green fluid. “And here’s a Hulk serum, I think. Could turn you into a raging beast... or not. Honestly, I never tested it. Might be fun to try out.” I gave her a wink. It''s not like I couldn''t cure it at this point.

    She blanched. “Hard pass, thanks.”

    I dropped the vial back into my inventory. “Suit yourself. I’ve also got a miracle potion that cures all diseases, but it’s kinda moot since my Purger of Darkness Sacred Gear already covers that.”

    Sona nodded slowly, clearly at a loss. Then she cleared her throat. “Anyway... it’s late. Or maybe early? Asgard time is bizarre.” She rubbed her arm and looked at me with a flush on her cheeks. “I was hoping we could... talk. Or, you know, unwind after all the craziness.”

    A playful grin tugged at my lips. “You sure you just want to talk, So-tan?”

    She flushed. “I mean, no. But... I’m also not alone. I called Serafall over too...”

    I blinked. “Wait, what—?”

    Right on cue, the door flew open again, revealing Serafall in her full magical girl costume. She brandished her wand overhead. “Miracle☆Girl Levia-tan is here! Surrender now, villains, and remove your clothes!”

    Sona groaned, covering her face. I, on the other hand, burst out laughing and started unbuttoning my shirt. “Well, you heard the magical girl,” I said, winking at Sona.

    Serafall twirled her wand, striking a triumphant pose. “Yes, yes! Obey me!”

    A split second later, Sona bucked her hips and stiffened, moaning Serafall’s name as she joined me on that delicious plateau of ecstasy. Our bodies trembled against each other, and we sank into the bed, chests heaving as we fought for breath.

    Serafall finally slowed her movements, carefully pulling her fingers out. She had this triumphant, smug grin plastered across her face. She raised both hands to her mouth and winked down at us before she started licking her fingers.

    – Serafall –

    Serafall finished licking her fingers clean and wiped the last traces of Layla and Sona’s juices from her lips, savoring the tangy warmth on her tongue. Seeing them sprawled out beneath her, their bodies still trembling from the orgasms she’d just delivered, made her core tighten with excitement. Sure, she was Serafall Leviathan, but right now she was also Miracle☆Girl Levia-tan, and that meant the show was far from over!

    Still in character, she cleared her throat with an exaggerated flourish. “Ahem! Justice hasn’t finished handing out punishments yet!” she proclaimed, in her most theatrical magical-girl voice. She had to stay committed to the act, even if her own body was screaming for release.

    She reached under her frilly pink skirt, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her soaked panties. With a quick yank, she tore them down her thighs, discarding them over the side of the mattress. She wanted to keep the rest of her costume on—there was something deliciously naughty about wearing that cute magical-girl uniform while getting downright filthy.

    Her gaze flicked between Layla and Sona. Layla was still panting, her face flushed, her large breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. Sona was propped on her elbows, hair disheveled, eyeing Serafall with a mixture of curiosity and arousal. Perfect, Serafall thought. Both were just waiting for her next move.

    Planting a hand on Layla’s thigh, Serafall guided one of Layla’s legs up, shifting her weight so she could press her own slick pussy against Layla’s. The instant their folds met, Serafall let out a soft moan, relishing the wet heat and the way Layla’s lips spread around her. Her clit throbbed with anticipation as she started rocking her hips.

    Layla’s eyes fluttered shut. “Oh, fuck,” she murmured, arching her back. Her breasts swayed enticingly with every thrust of Serafall’s hips. Serafall couldn’t resist staring—she loved how Layla’s nipples peeked erect against her flushed skin. The sight of those firm, bouncing tits made Serafall’s mouth water.

    She found a steady rhythm, grinding her mound against Layla’s, letting their juices mingle. Every roll of her hips sent a jolt of pleasure shooting up Serafall’s spine. She could feel the hot, slippery friction on her clit, each press making her gasp. The bed creaked softly beneath them, adding a hint of background music to their dance.

    Sona sat up, finally catching her breath after that last mind-shattering orgasm. Her cheeks were still pink, and her hair stuck to her forehead in damp strands, but there was a spark in her eyes that told Serafall she wasn’t done yet.

    “Oh no, the evil-doers are multiplying,” Serafall teased, forcing a mock-serious tone even as she grinned. “I guess Levia-tan needs to handle you both at once!”

    She didn’t stop the delicious grind of her pussy against Layla’s, but she crooked a finger at Sona, beckoning her closer. Sona obliged, crawling across the sheets until she was within reach.

    Serafall leaned in, catching Sona’s lips in a heated kiss. Sona moaned softly, parting her mouth to let Serafall’s tongue slip inside. Their kiss was messy and urgent, saliva mingling as Serafall nipped at Sona’s lower lip, relishing the soft gasp it elicited.

    Meanwhile, her lower body kept rocking and swiveling in a steady tribbing motion against Layla. She could hear Layla’s breath hitch every time their clits brushed. Serafall lifted her free hand, groping blindly until her palm found Layla’s breast, giving it a firm squeeze. Layla groaned, pressing her chest into Serafall’s hand, clearly hungry for more.

    Serafall broke the kiss with Sona, just long enough to catch a glimpse of the devil woman’s flustered expression. “Come here,” Serafall murmured before diving back in, nipping at Sona’s jawline, then moving lower to suck gently on the side of her neck.

    Sona whimpered, her body shivering under Serafall’s mouth. “You’re... so damn persistent,” she breathed, though the way she gripped Serafall’s waist betrayed her eagerness.

    Serafall just hummed in response. The swirl of sensations was almost overwhelming—Layla’s pussy slick against hers, Sona’s warm mouth tangling with hers, and the electric tension winding tighter and tighter in her core.

    She felt Layla’s hands clamp onto her hips, urging her on, trying to increase the pace. With a smirk, Serafall obliged, rolling her hips faster, letting the wet friction amplify. The bed rocked beneath them, the sheet bunching up as they moved.

    Layla’s nails dug into Serafall’s skin. “Oh god,” Layla groaned, her voice breaking on a moan. Serafall ground down harder, determined to push Layla right to the edge. Her own clit throbbed, the pressure building fast.

    Next to her, Sona leaned in, planting a line of open-mouthed kisses along Serafall’s shoulder and collarbone. She even let her tongue flick out, tasting the light sheen of sweat. Serafall shivered, her head spinning. She turned just enough to capture Sona’s lips again, the kiss sloppy and desperate. She grunted into Sona’s mouth, lost in the slick heat at her crotch.

    “Fuck,” Serafall whispered, pulling away from the kiss to breathe. She could feel herself getting close—each thrust bringing a molten surge of pleasure. She forced her eyes open to glance at Layla beneath her.

    Layla’s black hair was plastered to her forehead, and her cheeks were bright pink. Her parted lips let out short, frantic gasps. “Levia-tan... oh, shit...” Layla hissed, her voice shaking. Layla’s back arched off the mattress, her eyes squeezing shut as a raw cry ripped from her throat. She came hard, body jerking as waves of ecstasy tore through her.

    That raw, desperate look on Layla’s face drove Serafall wild. She dug her knees into the bed, grinding her slick folds against Layla’s in a final burst of frantic thrusts. Her own climax hit like a lightning strike, a hot, pulsating wave that crashed through her from her pussy upward.

    “Ah—fuck!” she choked out. Her thighs were quivering as her orgasm wracked her body. Her hips stuttered, each spasm jolting with sweet agony. She was vaguely aware of Sona’s hands steadying her, or maybe just clinging to her, as pleasure surged through her.

    For several seconds, the only sounds were disjointed moans and ragged breathing. Serafall’s mind floated in a haze of bliss, her limbs trembling with the aftershocks. Slowly, she let out a breath, letting her body collapse forward onto Layla.

    Layla panted, wrapping an arm around Serafall’s waist. Sona settled next to them, still catching her breath, a hand stroking lightly up and down Serafall’s back.

    After a moment, Serafall remembered to keep her magical-girl persona going. She lifted her head, a lazy grin on her face. “Justice... has been served,” she declared in a fake heroic tone, drawing a small laugh from both Layla and Sona.

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