"Will you die for me?"

And with those last words, Hyoudou Issei found himself impaled with a spear of what looked like light in his gut.

[Well, looks like I get a new partner. Probably a good thing - this one was too much of a perverted idiot.]

A very confused look crossed over the boy's face. His girlfriend - at least, that's what he had presumed; killing him made it clear that that wasn't true at all - must have seen it, because she went on to explain something about Sacred Gears or whatever before taking off on those black wings she had sprouted on him, but he wasn't paying much attention to her. No, there was something about that deep voice… it almost sounded like it came from within him.

Those thoughts soon faded as the prospect of his imminent death settled on him. Wait! He didn't want to die! He hadn't even fondled any boobs yet!

[Of course your final thoughts would be on breasts.]

Ignoring the voice, the boy scrambled around dazedly due to the loss of blood, hoping for anything, anything, to save him. He checked in his pockets, finding only that weird leaflet with the magic circle. "Your dream will be granted!"

"To live… I want … to live…to see… oppai..."

[Hoh? Summoning a devil, huh?]

Just as that mysterious voice whispered that, a figure approached that fallen young man, but Issei couldn't see who it was. There was something red… like the color of his own blood… The figure whispered something, but consciousness was already leaving the boy. He felt he heard laughter - was it from the red someone, or from inside him? Fighting for one last breath, a light feminine voice made its way through: "... you will live for me."

Living for such a perfect voice… Issei smiled. He could probably do that.

[No, you won't.]

There was that deep voice again. His assurance seemed scary… what was about to happen?

[Heh, this devil must be the type to act first and consider later. Foolish girl. But maybe I'll thank her later…]

Wait, the voice would thank her later? Sure, Issei was planning on doing that anyway, but the way that voice said it sounded ominous, as if that voice was grateful to the young man's savior for some… darker reason. That wasn't good! Issei wasn't going to let that deep voice do anything to the perfect voice that promised him life!

[Heh, showing some fight at the very end? Too bad it's worthless, brat, because you perverted ass is going to pass on to whatever afterlife awaits you. You'll move on… but I will stay here, in your body.] The deep voice chuckled darkly, though Issei felt he heard a large measure of joy mixed with it. [Thank you, partner. If it hadn't been for your own idiotic perversion, I probably wouldn't have had this chance. As a farewell gift, I'll even give you my name: Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor. I'd say something like 'say hello to the devil for me,' but seeing as one just let me escape from this hellhole of a left arm, well….]

Dragon? Devil? What was with those fantasy-like creatures that belonged in novels and anime? There were still so many questions he needed answered, but… what was that? A light? Seriously, death was something that cliche? Issei was almost disappointed. But, well, if it led to some paradise filled with oppai, then maybe it was alright…

And with those final thoughts, Hyoudou Issei entered the light, never to take a breath ever again.

Once upon a time a girl used her impossible boobs (henceforth referred to as Impossiboobs) to get the loyalty of an unrepentant pervert with an incredible power. They fought in many battles and they fell in love, proving that the girl was just as perverted as he was. And thus the unrepentant pervert and his beloved Impossiboobs lived happily ever after… along with a variety of other girls, most of which would have avoided the idiot in real life as if he were the plague.

As you could probably presume, that will not happen in this story. No, Hyoudou Issei, the lech who singlehandedly destroyed the confidence of not one, but two Heavenly Dragons, yet still was able to get into the pants of any girl he wished (if he actually had a spine) will no longer appear. He is dead and buried… or is he? Buried, that is, because he is dead. Passed on. Kicked the bucket. There are a number of ways to say he's gone, and I'll leave you to find another colloquialism that you particularly enjoy.

I will shamelessly admit that I stole this title from Harry Potter. No, the Wizarding World in all its wonder will not appear in this story. Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon will not be a crossover, but considering a certain Longinus which held a dragon that stirred enough trouble to get all three factions to work together is broken…

Honestly, I'm not even sure how often this story will come out. It's just a small idea that popped into my head, probably influenced a bit by Rise of the Red Dragon Emperor by DragonKingNatsu. This is just a prologue. Give a few reviews if you'd like.

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