Non-Human Girls Are Fighting Over Me ~ Do I Get to Refuse? “Nope!” “No Way!” “Not a Chance!” “Absolutely Not!” - Chapter 72 & 73

Chapter 72: Return of the King

The thrusters of the powered suit roar as Izolde tears through the night sky.

She heads straight—for the classroom where Kazuto waits.

Crashing through the window, she lands. Kazuto’s eyes widen, trembling as he turns.

“Who… is that…?”

But before he can finish, the armor disassembles with metallic clanks.

The gleam of metal fades, revealing—just a girl, Izolde.

“It’s me,”

She says in a trembling voice, yet with unwavering resolve.

“I came to save you. It’s okay now.”

She rushes to him, throwing her arms around him.

Until yesterday, she could barely talk to boys.

And yet—she can’t hold back, pressing her lips to his.

(…What’s gotten into me?)

It’s too bold. But she can’t suppress the feelings overflowing in her chest.

“Listen—inside you, I’m going to unleash Samael,”

Izolde’s voice quivers, yet rings with strength.

“If anything happens to you, I’ll die with you. I won’t let you be alone. Be ready…! You made me feel this way, so you’d better take responsibility!”

Kazuto gives a small smile and nods.

“Heh… yeah. I’m counting on you.”

In the next moment, a magic circle unfolds at Kazuto’s feet, pulsing with light.

This scene is witnessed in the Royal Castle’s grand hall.

“No way… Is Izolde already Samael’s kin!?”

“Activate the contract sigil now!”

Even the usually unflappable saintess can’t hide her panic, raising her voice.

“Hurry! If this continues—!”

Soon, Izolde’s neck begins to glow faintly blue-white.

The magic circle’s light at Kazuto’s feet fades abruptly—as if signaling success.

(…Ah, I made one last good memory.)

Izolde steels herself, even managing a smile.

—In that instant.

“—I won’t let you!”

Drako roars, claws raised, lunging at Izolde.

But.

“Don’t you dare touch my woman!!”

With a thunderous roar, an iron fist explodes.

Drako’s massive frame is sent crashing through the school building, blasted outside.

Everyone in the classroom holds their breath at the sight of the man standing there.

His eyes are sharp and upturned, his hair spiked, radiating overwhelming confidence and menace.

—He is no longer just Kazuto. He is Samael himself.

“Yo. Thanks for the help, Lilith. …It’s been a while.”

“Huh… m-me…?”

Izolde’s voice catches in her throat. But there’s no time to respond.

Samael pulls Izolde close, his gaze fixing on her neck.

“…I missed you, Lilith. Wait… that mark on your neck…!”

He grabs her shoulders firmly, backing her against the wall—a wall-slam.

At point-blank range, his domineering smirk pierces her.

“W-Wait, what…”

Izolde’s face flushes red, her maidenly mode in full swing.

Resigning herself, she closes her eyes.

Samael’s lips lightly brush the mark on Izolde’s neck.

The air, for just a moment, turns sweet and charged.

“N-No, it’s still daytime. I’m a bit sweaty…” Izolde mumbles, blushing and looking down.

Samael grins and pulls back from her neck.

“There. All done. The contract sigil’s gone.”

Izolde puffs out her cheeks in a pout. An adorable expression.

“Ugh… I’m not Lilith, I’m Izolde.”

“Huh? Wait, but that bracelet’s Lilith’s, so why…?” Samael tilts his head.

“Aki-chan… Agrat gave it to me,” Izolde replies, sounding sulky.

“What, she’s here too?” Samael asks.

“Yeah… I need to sort out my memories a bit,” Samael mutters, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Then Towa appears with a flourish, and the air crackles with tension.

“Hmm, so that’s your new woman, huh? You’ve got some explaining to do,” she says sharply, advancing on Samael with a hint of anger.

Samael raises a hand, gesturing for her to stop.

“I don’t lay hands on women. Hold on a sec.”

“Hah! Who do you think you’re talking to, Kazuto? You need a little punishment!”

Towa raises her sword and charges at Samael.

But Samael dodges effortlessly, grinning.

“I said wait. Man, you’re just like Naamah. Oops, keep that a secret. She’d seriously deck me if she heard. Yeah.”

Watching this, Kazuto (the alternate persona within Samael) slumps his shoulders with a sigh.

“Ugh, I get the picture. Wow, this is a mess. You guys are totally chaotic,” he mutters, half-exasperated.

Samael scratches his neck, turning back to Izolde and pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Sorry, Izolde. You saved me. No matter what, I’ll protect you. Don’t worry.”

Izolde’s cheeks soften with joy, and she buries her face in his chest, clinging to him.

Her maidenly mode is in full bloom.

Towa, seeing this, widens her eyes—her face twisting with rage.

“Ugh—! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”

She screams, swinging her sword in a frenzy, piercing Samael’s back.

“That hurts, you know…” Samael says in a calm voice. No blood flows. His smirk doesn’t falter.

“Hope that woke you up a bit,” Towa says coldly.

Samael places a hand on his shoulder, tilting his head with a troubled look.

“But isn’t it a bit much to not thank someone who helped you? Plus, that was overkill. That’s DV, you know. I’m a gentleman, so I don’t raise a hand to my women.”

Towa glares back fiercely.

“I’m Kazuto’s woman, not yours. Give Kazuto back,” she snaps sharply.

Samael chuckles softly, narrowing his eyes.

“It’s the same. We’re one and the same. And right now—Kazuto’s personality is seeing and hearing all this,” he says with a smug grin.

Chapter 73: Spawn

T/N: Like, I also kinda feel that this is kinda NTR? I prefer Kazuto over Samael.

High School Sky.

In the battlefield where light and shadow clash, Levi and Agrat hurl their full strength at each other.

“Come on!”

With a sharp step, Levi charges forward. She closes the distance in an instant, swinging down a steel fist.

“A bit too impatient, don’t you think?”

Agrat nimbly retreats, conjuring countless magic circles in the air. In the next moment, a storm of light bullets and hellfire rains down.

A deafening roar. A blinding flash.

But Levi’s expression remains unshaken, dodging with movements that slice through the air, closing in again.

“Haa!”

Her fist flashes. Agrat evades at the last second, pulling back once more.

—A back-and-forth struggle. But the tide is slowly turning.

“…!”

Agrat can’t hide her urgency. Deploying wide-range magic demands intense focus.

Her breathing falters, her magical rhythm slightly disrupted.

Levi doesn’t miss it.

Her fist pierces through the light, slamming into Agrat’s shoulder.

“Guh…!”

Blood scatters through the air.

“…Heh, but it’s about time,”

Agrat says with a fearless smirk. Her words carry an ominous air.

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—At the same moment.

Inside the classroom.

Samael, holding Izolde, suddenly releases her.

“Sorry. Gotta check on Agrat. Izolde, I’m putting a barrier around this classroom. Don’t leave, no matter what. Got it?”

“…Okay. But—”

Izolde’s voice is faint, but Samael doesn’t look back.

“I’ll come back for you. Right away.”

With that, his body is enveloped in pitch-black shadow.

The darkness clings to his form, transforming him into a muscular, otherworldly figure.

His body is stained a deep crimson, as if bathed in blood, with pulsing blue lines running across it.

His head bears a design resembling a giant eye, no mouth, and a tattered, blood-soaked cloak billows like a mantle. Chains rattle at his collarbone, clanking with metallic echoes.

“…Hey, is this what demons in this world look like? Seems it’s based on Kazuto’s imagination,”

Samael snorts, looking down at his own form.

In that moment, Towa, who had been standing with arms crossed in the corner, bursts into laughter, clutching her stomach.

“Pfft—hahaha! Oh man, that’s totally modeled after a super famous demon! Hahahaha!”

Her earlier murderous intent vanishes, completely overtaken by laughter as she collapses to the floor, tears in her eyes.

Samael reaches out, brushing his chains as if stroking them, and says coolly,

“Is that something to laugh at?”

Towa, stifling her giggles, looks up.

“Well, I’m a vampire dressed like a vampire hunter, so I’m not one to talk. It’s cool, though. Yeah.”

“Good enough, then,”

Samael turns on his heel, gazing out the window.

His chains sway, the tattered cloak slicing through the night breeze.

“Alright, I’m off. Gotta save Agrat.”

His back radiates domineering pride and brazen resolve.

—Clad in darkness, the demon Samael.

His shadow soars toward the battlefield in the high school sky.

The air above the rooftop splits—Agrat’s body is near its limit, her magical flames flickering, her footing unsteady.

Leviathan, cold and precise, seizes the opening, drawing back her fist like a coiled spring.

“This is the end!!”

Her thunderous shout accompanies the fist’s descent. Agrat grimaces, her vision tinged red.

—In that instant, the world’s frame seems to shift, slowing.

A crimson shadow slides between the fists in slow motion.

Levi’s fist halts, the air bursting with a small sonic boom.

The crimson shadow is—Samael. His blood-dark cloak and sinister chain fragments reflect the moonlight.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

Samael relaxes his shoulders, speaking casually, as if he’d just returned from a stroll.

“You’re way too late—I almost died! You owe me one,”

Agrat stumbles but reaches out to Samael.

Her words carry a hint of relief, regaining a touch of her queenly softness.

Levi narrows her eyes sharply.

“Tch, weird look, but that’s you, Samael, huh,” she says, glaring.

“—Yeah, been a while, Levi. How about we call it quits here?”

Samael’s voice carries his usual cocky tone, laced with a sliver of consideration.

“Fine. Return that body to Kazuto-kun, and I’ll think about it,”

Levi’s words are cold as a blade. Her gaze pierces not his monstrous form but the essence of “him” within.

“That’s a tough one. But we’re the same, you know. Me and him,”

Samael tilts his head, his arrogance tinged with a playful edge.

“Really? I think Kazuto-kun’s got more heart,” Levi retorts.

Samael chuckles, turning the question to Agrat behind him.

“That so? Agrat, what do you think?”

Agrat smiles quietly.

“Sorry, Samael. Your manliness is great, but I also love Kazuto’s kindness and warmth. It’s fine, right? They’re the same. Like getting two flavors in one bite—pretty sweet deal.”

Her words are utterly innocent—and utterly devastating.

“Oof, that stings—getting that from my wife,”

Samael slumps (or seems to, though it’s probably calculated), prompting Levi to unleash a furious kick.

The crimson shadow’s upper body is sent crashing into the ground, gouging the surface.

But mid-air, his chains coil, and Samael gracefully recovers his stance.

The edge of his billowing cloak slices through the moonlight.

“Damn, you’re as strong as ever. Fine, goes against my principles, but I’ll take you on.”