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Chapter 06: I will beat this Angel's Ass! I

Tomoki Sakurai woke up from bed, barely remembering the events from the previous day. He stretched out only for his arm to nearly hit Sohara Mitsuki. Tomoki regarded his revealed bedmate in shock for a major reason.

They were both naked under the sheets. This sparked up the missing memories real quick.

Flashback Start

Having recovered from his food poisoning, Tomoki slowly led Sohara on the way to their classroom to pick up their things when they passed by the gym hall.

"Let's check in a bit on Takumi-senpai." Tomoki suggested, hoping that Matsuda's perverted habits would snap her out of her funk. As he opened the door, he noticed it empty, meaning that the their club activities for all sport related clubs had finished for the day. However, days of Tomoki and Sohara training in Merveille had heightened their senses enough that they noticed strange sounds coming from the storeroom.

Both of them shared a quick but curious glance before silently making their way toward the noises. They didn't know just who or what it was, but neither of them wanted to leave until they found out. Sohara quickly reached out and held Tomoki's hand as stalked towards the door.

"Sohara… No matter what, be quiet…" Tomoki held tightly onto Sohara's hand as he stood beside at the side of the door that the noises were coming from. Not out of fear that something would leap out at them, but simply due to the fact that he didn't want to let her go until he absolutely had to. Fortunately, Sohara's grip on his hands grew just a little bit tighter.

And when they silently opened the door and entered, their suspicions were shaken. Rather than another possible hidden stray devil, it was actually the Track Club President, Kirika Meikoku, they heard spilling moan after moan shamelessly into allegedly empty room. And forcing those moans from her lips was Matsuda Takumi.

Tomoki and Sohara quickly covered their mouths to quiet the gasps that came from them when they noticed that both Matsuda and Kirika were not even naked but were yet fucking like beasts who couldn't restrain themselves.

Even with his near-superhuman abilities and hearing, Matsuda had no idea of the First Years watching him and his partner fuck in the storeroom. He was far too focused on the feeling of his shaft pumping yet another load of cum deep into Kirika's cunt.

However, Kirika wasn't able to stop Matsuda from pulling out of her cunt and keeping her pinned down to the ground with his strength. Not that she had a reason to dislike what he was doing when he slapped his cock down against her lips and looked her in the eyes. Without any hesitation or shame, the girl opened her mouth and let out a blissful moan as every inch of Matsuda's length steadily forced itself into her mouth and down her throat. Even when Matsuda's hands grabbed onto the side of her head, Kirika didn't say a word. She was far too occupied with the taste of her juices on his delicious cock to care about anything else.

The moment that she felt that thick shaft pushing into her throat, Kirika quickly swirled her tongue around each and every inch that she could. Even as Matsuda started to thrust into her throat and cause her to gag around his shaft, she didn't hesitate to cover the rigid cock in her saliva while feeling him reach deep into her mouth and her throat.

Of course, as they sat off to the side, Tomoki and Sohara couldn't stop themselves from becoming at least a little bit aroused at the sight before them. Sohara secretly loved the taboo thought of having Tomoki pin her down onto her back and force every inch of his cock deep into her throat. A quiet and blissful gasp left the girl as she absentmindedly brought her free hand between her legs while watching the older couple fuck without shame right in front of them. But she didn't turn her head to look at Tomoki while he watched them as well. Sohara was too busy keeping her teeth clenched around her lower lip to keep herself from making enough noise for them to be heard.

On the other hand, Tomoki couldn't believe that he was seeing real life sex for the first time. Spending time with the Perverted Trio might have desensitized him a bit, but to see a real, naked girl being practically abused while being fucked by Matsuda who had 'enlightened' him along with Issei and Motohama, lit something inside of the young man.

He didn't bite his lower lip like Sohara did, but he did bring his hand between his legs toward his quickly-hardening cock while Matsuda pulled out of Kirika's mouth and came right then and there into her boobs, releasing enough cum to stain her white gym shirt from the inside.

An inaudible whine left him as he imagined him and Sohara replacing them in that scene, even though he was currently holding tightly onto Sohara's hand.

However, neither of them got to make a move before Matsuda suddenly turned Kirika around until she laid on her front and his cock rested against her already cum-dripping pussy. But neither of the older couple seemed to care about the fact that the blonde had already been filled when Matsuda forced back each and every inch of his still rock hard member as deeply into Kirika as he possibly could.

Of course, Matsuda pressed down on her, possessively pinning her to the ground while he started to thrust into her all over again. She happily pulled him into kiss after kiss while he fucked her against the ground like an animal. Her lips curled into a smile against his lips when she felt his firm hand grab onto her breasts once again, leaving marks against her skin while his pelvis smacked hard against her ass.

While she watched the two older lovers go at it in the 'empty' storeroom, Sohara couldn't stop herself from getting more and more turned on as she watched them. Not only was Matsuda being as rough as he possibly could with Kirika, but she could tell that Kirika was actually loving the pain that rushed through her while she was being fucked.

And something about the way they didn't care about how much pain they put the other through caused Sohara's core to ache, wondering if she would be able to withstand that kind of rough and heated sex with the right person.

Of course, Tomoki was in the same department as Sohara. Watching a young woman being fucked and raptured in bliss while being pinned to the ground from just the sheer force that she was being thrust into, caused his cock to twitch and throb inside of his pants. Deep down, he wondered how she was able to keep going with just how much pain her body must be in. But he was quickly reminded that it was Kirika Meikoku he was watching and knew that her constant exercising must take care of that. Especially since club presidents were always the best and strongest of their respective clubs.

Kirika's eyes shot open wide when she felt Matsuda's teeth sink into her neck, causing her back to arch and her body to shudder underneath him. Her inner walls clenched down tightly around that thick and throbbing shaft as it plunged into her cunt over and over again with Matsuda's hand coming to her back. But she didn't do anything other than scream into Matsuda's hand in pure bliss as her partner's cock hammered against the tip of her womb with each thrust. "Yes! Harder, Matsu-kun! Harder!~"

Just like he was told to do, Matsuda started to thrust into Kirika as hard and as quickly as he could. He wasn't exactly going easy on her a moment ago, but now that she was demanding it of him, there was no reason to hold back.

His hips slammed against her ass hard enough to leave bruises each and every time their skin met. And with the position that she was in, Matsuda managed to push the tip of his cock directly into Kirika's g-spot with each thrust. Which was perfect for when he reached his orgasm a few moments later.

A sharp and blissful gasp erupted from Kirika's lips as she felt Matsuda's shaft throb and pulse against her inner walls. She writhed and twisted under his body as he pumped rope after rope of his thick and fertile spunk into her womb, leaving her feeling needy and aching as her inner walls clamped down around his shaft in an attempt to milk it for every drop that it was worth. It had been a while since Matsuda had told her of his magic, especially learning a spell to temporarily render himself infertile, which had the great advantage of enjoying creampies whenever they wanted. Not that she had too long to think about that as Matsuda quickly started to thrust into her once again.

It was when Matsuda started growling that Tomoki and Sohara snapped out of their fantasies to gape at what was now happening. Matsuda had transformed into his White Tiger hybrid form, now really slamming Kirika into the ground and scratching up the wooden floor.

Judging by her increased moans of arousal, not only was she aware of the shift but was probably getting off from it.

'Everyone's got their fetish.' Tomoki thought as he silently covered Sohara's mouth with his hand, gained her attention and then snuck out of the room with her to avoid Matsuda's White Tiger form smelling or hearing their presence. 'I guess for a Bestiality fetish, Takumi-senpai's pretty much the best and most realistic option.'

Later on, after leaving school in a slight daze, he hadn't realized that he still held her hand in his until they reached his house door and entered inside.

"Um, Tomo-chan..." Sohara nervously spoke up while rubbing her thighs together. "A-About what Takumi-senpai and Meikoku-senpai were doing earlier..."

Tomoki gulped, then grabbed her hand, rushing towards his room with her in tow. When they entered, he dropped both his and Sohara's bags right on the floor.

Tomoki said nothing to Sohara, speaking instead with his actions and kissing her on the spot. Sohara thankfully relaxed into the light kiss, a spark of confusion flickering in her eyes when he pulled back and then she gasped when he pushed his face into her neck and kissed her there. The ticklish smooch coaxed out a soft moan from the brunette girl, one hand tugging on the back of his hair as he trailed his lips down her neck, pressing them against her smooth flesh and smooching her more.

He leaned back against the closed door behind him and held her waist, prolonging the kiss and reinitiating it when they had to break it off, quickly becoming addicted to the sensation of kissing Sohara.

Soon their lips broke apart for a moment, both of them left panting from the flurry of quick kisses. Fueled by passion and lust coursing through his veins, Tomoki reclaimed her lips in a quick kiss, pushing Sohara back onto the empty futon behind her.

Emboldened and aroused by the soft moans spilling past Sohara's lips, he kissed further down, his lips guiding him down the curve of her neck and around to her shoulders, making Sohara tilt her head back to give him better access, a blissful smile on her face even as her lips parted in another moan. She laid back into the futon, gripping onto it as he took his time to smooch her exposed skin, a quick untying of a knot taking off her collar piece and allowing him to kiss her collarbone too.

''Ah~'' Sohara mewled, exhaling a long breath.

From so close, Tomoki could see how her breasts heaved, once more appreciating how large and plump her boobs were, with some cleavage on display that had previously been hidden beneath her collar piece and shirt. Without hesitation, the young man pushed his face into her cleavage, lips grazing her doughy flesh and kissing along it, coaxing out an embarrassed mewl from his lover, her fingers running through his hair in an encouraging manner, as if begging for him to keep making her feel good.

''Mm...'' Sohara reached up behind herself and hastily untied her shoulder cape, the bow-knot coming undone in seconds and sending the black cloth fluttering to the floor beside them.

Without it in the way, nothing stopped Tomoki from undoing the buttons of her shirt, reclaiming her lips in a passionate kiss as he methodically pushed one button after another through the hole holding it in place, popping her shirt open. Creamy flesh became exposed more and more until her chest was left in clear view; a rosy pink bra holding her plump boobs up. He pulled back from the kiss to get a good look at them, smiling slightly when he noticed Sohara's embarrassed expression.

"All those times you kept groping them," Sohara muttered. "Did it lead up to this?"

"I hope so." Tomoki replied. "Despite my habits, I never touched any other girl."

Slowly he ran his hands around her back, taking his time and feeling her up, his fingertips tracing down her smooth shoulder blades until he found the back of her bra.

He pinched it, staring into Sohara's embarrassed eyes as he carefully unclipped it, feeling the fabric go slack in his hands. Sohara slowly shrugged her shoulders and he tugged and pulled the bra off, the cups sliding out from under her plump chest.

And then with a soft flutter, he tossed it, her bra landing on the floor next to her shoulder cape.

''...d-do you have to stare...?'' Sohara shyly mumbled, but made no move to hide her exposed chest.

Tomoki just smiled soothingly, kissing her lightly on the lips before leaning down, kissing the top of her breasts. His lips trailed across her smooth flesh until he reached her left nipple, taking the pale pink nub into his mouth and sucking on it, the mere sensation coaxing out a soft gasp from Sohara, her fingers gripping the back of his hair tightly.

Encouraged, he did it again, sucking on her nipple slowly and tugging on the soft nub slightly until it sprung out of his lips, her boob bouncing faintly from the action.

Swapping to her other nipple, he got a bit more creative, his tongue swirling laps around her other nipple and eliciting a cute mewl from Sohara. He rolled it about with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it too, his right hand coming up to play with her other breast, hefting it up and giving it a squeeze. It was softer than he expected, his fingers all but sinking into her doughy flesh and making Sohara moan, her voice shaky but delectable.

''Ahh... y-you're like a baby, Tomo-chan...'' Sohara moaned.

Tomoki chuckled, shifting both of his hands down to her waist and lifting her up. Blushing, Sohara obeyed his unspoken command, standing up and moving until she was sitting on his room table itself. Briefly, he pushed his face into her breasts and kissed between her soft boobs, his lips tickling down her front and kissing along her smooth stomach until he reached her waist.

Swallowing his hesitation, Tomoki slid his hands down and lifted her skirt, allowing him to push his face between Sohara's creamy thighs. The girl squeaked, an adorable moan of embarrassment escaping her when he curled his fingers into the waistband of her rosy pink underwear, pulling it down her thighs.

The intimate act darkened his cheeks but lust and arousal kept him going, his gaze locked onto her smooth folds as he got her underwear around her knees.

''Ahh...'' Sohara quivered, her legs cutely raised up as he peeled her panties off. ''Tomo-chan...''

In response, the young man gently grabbed her thighs, sliding his fingers up until he could press his thumbs in the crook of her pelvis, holding her still as he buried his face between her thighs and took a long, purposeful lick. The resulting squeal from Sohara resounded through the empty room, causing Tomoki, for the first time, to be grateful for his parents' constant travelling and enticing him to take another lick, stroking her smooth folds with his tongue.

The girl pursed her lips in the next moment, moaning through them as she endured a third lick, tensing when he spread her folds with two thumbs. He teasingly traced her spread folds with the tip of his tongue, every exhale breathing warm breath onto her sex before he took things a step further and buried his tongue inside of her. Her quivering pink flesh clenched around his invading tongue, gripping it but failing to hold the slithering appendage still as his tongue teasingly slithering around her tense insides and coaxing out another lewd moan from Sohara's lips.

''A-Ah... y-your tongue... feels really... hawaah~'' Sohara just gave up talking and settled for a pleasure-filled moan, squirming against the table as he ate her out.

Tomoki just smiled, as his years of internet and porn mag investigation had finally paid off, shifting his hands around to her thighs and holding them, keeping her legs lifted up. He then went further, full-on burying his face between her legs and eating her out, his tongue swirling around her hot insides.

He was rewarded for that by a string of cute, breathless moans and quivering gasps, the thighs pressing against his cheeks getting sweaty and warm. Due to Sohara's orientation as a Christian, Tomoki was very aware of her little experience in sexual aspects that he didn't introduce to her and even masturbation.

It only made her reactions all the more adorable, her reactions when he licked certain spots only encouraging him to stroke her weak spots more, the tip of his tongue rubbing up against her inner walls feverishly. His nose pressed and rubbed against her clit occasionally, the added friction amplifying her pleasure that little bit further, drawing out more heated sounds of lust from Sohara.

''O-Oh~!'' Sohara's ass lifted off of the table when he suddenly withdrew his tongue and then promptly squealed as he jammed two fingers into her wet sex. ''Mm~!''

Relishing the sounds fleeing her lips, Tomoki pumped his two fingers into her folds eagerly, intimately feeling her hot inner walls clench and grip his digits. He wormed them around in small circles at first before he began spreading his fingers apart like a pair of scissors, coaxing out an even-louder squeal from his lover before it melted down into a whimpering moan of bliss, her toes curled and shaking.

Leaning back upright, Tomoki swiftly leaned in, mashing his lips against Sohara's in a surprise kiss, muffling her hot moan of pleasure. Their lips meshed together, allowing Sohara to taste herself on his lips and darkening her blush, a shudder visibly travelling through her body.

Burning lungs forced him back from the kiss, and for a solid few seconds they locked eyes and just stared even as he jammed his fingers into her weeping pussy, allowing him to soak in the blushing visage of his lover all the more intently.

''You're really so beautiful.'' Tomoki had to confess, leaning in and kissing her before Sohara could so much as squeak.

Any such squeak melted away a second later as she moaned into the kiss, her thighs jerking and twitching as he added a third finger and plunged that into her pussy too, her slick wetness embracing his fingers snugly.

He relished the sensation and continued fingering her for a few moments before suddenly yanking his digits out and without giving Sohara the time to whine at the lack of pleasure, he got back down between her thighs and buried his tongue back inside her weeping folds.

''A-Ahh~!'' The girl gasped, clutching at his head and pursing her lips tightly.

Tomoki smiled faintly, groping her thighs as he vigorously worked his tongue, stroking her inner walls with it. As he worked, he felt her release his head, and found out why a moment later as Sohara grasped the zipper of her skirt with trembling fingers, soon unzipping her skirt and shoving it off her legs entirely, allowing the girl to actually see him eating her out. The embarrassed but enamored look on her face showed that she was committing both the sensation and the sight to memory.

''Mm... hah...'' She panted, lips pursing in some vain attempt to ease her quickening breaths. ''I... I feel... hah... hyah...''

Feeling her insides tighten up he furiously continued eating her out, his tongue licking and lashing at her quivering sex, until finally Sohara buckled, a gasp tearing itself out of her throat and her shoulders jerking forwards.

''C-Cumming!'' She squeaked out, screwing her eyes shut.

Without a word, Tomoki continued eating her out, lapping up her honey as she squirted onto his tongue. Sohara buckled and gasped, nearly wheezing as she held onto his head in the throes of her orgasm, buckling and twitching in pure pleasure. His tongue lashed and stroked her quivering insides relentlessly, slowing down only when her orgasm began to wane, her grip on his head no less tight regardless.

Until soon he stopped his tongue movements altogether, withdrawing the wet appendage from her slick sex. Leaning out from between Sohara's legs, Tomoki gazed up at his lover, relishing the blush that colored her whole face, her breathing coming out in quick, rasping gasps, her boobs heaving with each quick inhale.

''W-Wow...'' Sohara breathed, giggling. ''T-That felt... hehe...''

Tomoki smiled at her cute reply, leaning in and kissing her lightly on the lips. In response, Sohara threw her arms around him and kissed him much deeper, moaning into his mouth as she slid her butt off the table, standing with him. The intimate kiss dragged itself out for several long moments, the slow smacking of their lips ringing through the air. He held her waist and kept her close, savoring the warmth of her body against his.

Until Sohara shyly pulled away from the kiss, looking up at him. ''S-Should I...?''

The implication was obvious as she shyly reached down, palming at his crotch. With scarlet cheeks, Tomoki nodded, bringing a nervous smile to Sohara's flushed face and prompting her to drop down to her knees, eagerly unzipping his pants. The low buzzing sound filled the room and his pants shuffled down his legs partway, the bulge in his boxers easily apparent to Sohara from so close, darkening her cute blush.

After only a few moments of hesitation, the girl got past her initial shock, her expression melting into a mixture of awe and curiosity as she pulled his boxers down. Tenderly, she lifted her right hand and curled her fingers around his girth, coaxing out a soft sigh of arousal from Sohara as she held his cock, a slow bob of her wrist making her stroke him off.

She looked up at him curiously, embarrassed but eager, and when she heard him groan she happily did it again and again, stroking him off with growing confidence.

''Mn...'' Tomoki laid his left hand on the table, supporting his weight. ''That's it...''

Emboldened by his reassurance, Sohara worked her hand more, her strokes evolving into faster jerks. At the same time she leaned in and licked at the tip, her small tongue stroking the tip with quick wet licks, eliciting a stiff moan from the young man's throat, his erect cock twitching against her tongue.

Giggling faintly, Sohara wrapped her tongue around the tip, tilting her head slightly as she got more playful with her act, and soon pursed her lips around the tip of his twitching girth.

''Mmph~'' Sohara hummed around the tip, jerking his shaft and sucking the tip at the same time. ''Does it feel good...?''

''Y-Yeah...'' Tomoki breathed, shuddering in silent pleasure. "It's... amazing..."

Smiling around his dick, Sohara slid her lips further down, uncurling one finger at a time as she progressively enveloped more of his shaft in her mouth, the wet warmth addictive and melting his mind. He could only groan as she lovingly sucked and slurped his shaft, her tongue pressing up against the underside of his cock and lifting it about her mouth, playing with it.

When she pulled her lips back to the tip and swirled her tongue around it he could intimately see the sticky saliva glistening along his girth.

Tomoki's grip on the table grew tighter as Sohara took him deeper, his cock sliding over her hot tongue and finally prodding the back of her throat. The girl grunted and jerked back slightly, her gag reflex triggered, but after a second of awkward swallowing, she tried again, this time managing to take him down her throat.

Tomoki moaned openly at the sensation, intimately feeling his cock slide down her tight throat with her breath tickling his girth as she inhaled or exhaled.

''Mn... Mmph...'' Sohara held onto his hips for support, bobbing her head more confidently.

Stifling another groan the young man laid his right hand on her head, gently guiding her down a bit, eliciting a cutely embarrassed look from Sohara. She didn't stop him however, busying herself with Sucking him off, the wet sucks and slurps becoming louder and lewder as she continued.

Pressure mounted and spread up his cock, the need to blow his load rapidly growing near yet restrained by his desire to keep experiencing the wet warmth sliding along his shaft.

The virgin in Tomoki relished that, grunting and groaning as he began rocking his hips, thrusting his meat in past her lips and coaxing out a muffled moan from Sohara, her slurps becoming wetter as she deliberately drooled on his dick.

''Hah, a-almost...!'' Tomoki gasped, the burning pressure swelling at the tip of his cock and with a jerk, he came. ''Mm!''

Sohara's eyes widened slightly as he pushed her head down, thick spurts of cum shooting down the girl's throat. She swallowed without complaint, audibly gulping down his cum load as he shot rope after rope, her tongue relentlessly stroking the underside of his girth and coaxing out more of his load, swallowing it all until he had no more to give.

''Mmph... ghk- haah~'' Sohara exhaled as she pulled her lips off of his dick. ''Hah... Mn, it's really bitter...''

In a mix of arousal and slight delirium, Tomoki suddenly lifted her up and placed her back on the futon.

"W-Wait!" Sohara protested, the sudden rejection snapping them both to their senses, causing Tomoki to slightly retreat..

"It's not that I don't want to." Sohara said hastily. "It's just that... isn't this a bit too early?"

Tomoki reluctantly sat back between Sohara's legs, thinking on it before he replied. "You're right. I think we were both just a bit overwhelmed by what we witnessed earlier."

"Y-Yeah..." Even as restrained as she was, Sohara still felt a little disappointed that Tomoki had stopped himself and at the fact that the pervert in front of her was more capable of controlling his urges compared to her.

"But we can fix that!"

"Eh?" Sohara didn't get a warning before she was flipped over to her front, leaving her ass exposed to him.

He then anchored her to the floor with his hips, spooning her ass and allowing no freedom for her to move. Any movement would easily turn into another wave of her grinding against him.

"Let's do this instead." With that, Tomoki slid his cock, hard but still throbbingly sensitive from a few moments ago, between her thighs. Sohara closed her legs around him, trapping his dick between her love juice-soaked legs. The upper half of his cock was being glazed by the juices spilling from her pussy.

"I've never done something this before," Sohara said. "Where'd you learn about this?"

"The internet." Tomoki replied. "Do you like it?"

"Having a thick, hard cock so close to me... isn't bad," Sohara blushed hard at her words. "I'll get moving."

Tomoki and Sohara's body heat were close. He could feel her heart nervously beating, while his hands cupped her breasts.

The slick squishing noises from between their legs as she rocked her pussy back and forth across his length kept him hard. It sounded similar to her blowjob, except even dirtier. Tomoki kept himself lined up, trying not to slip inside her. Only the outermost parts of her lips touched him, and yet even those felt better than anything he'd experienced.

Sohara whined a bit as Tomoki suddenly stopped and turned her over.

He then smiled tightly and lifted both her legs up, closing them together before he pushed his throbbing cock between her soft thighs.

Sohara shuddered but didn't tell him off, encouraging the young man to lustfully thrust between her thighs, fucking her legs and groaning at how lewd it felt.

'Sohara, Sohara...!'' He plunged into her thighs faster and faster, his orgasm quickly swelling and with a deep moan he came, shooting thick ropes of cum over Sohara.

From then on, he'd kinda just flopped over Sohara, both of them falling asleep like that.

Flashback End

"Ah."

Tomoki snapped out of his reminiscing as Sohara stared at him, a blush rapidly spreading across her face, about to yell in shock. Maybe in panic or impulse, Tomoki quickly kissed her quiet, her initial struggles fading away.

"T-Tomo-chan!" Sohara weakly protested, her writhing body making no moves to actually push away his body. "We need to prepare for school."

Tomoki growled at that before getting up. "I'll go make breakfast. You know where the shower is."

Tomoki grumbled as he and Sakurai passed the school main entrance.

"Tomo-chan." Sohara said beside him as they headed towards class. "Remember, we cant tell anyone about this."

"I know, I know." Tomoki replied. "I just hope we can go furth- what the hell?"

Sohara stopped beside him to gawk as well. Ahead of them, Issei Hyoudou was being ganged up on by Matsuda Takumi and Motohama Nakakuni. Matsuda had held up Issei's arms while Motohama repeatedly punched him in the stomach.

Now even with their reputation, proven by how several students ignored the beating that Issei was getting and just moved on, this was still an incident dangerous enough to call in staff, if not for the laughter that kept spilling out of Issei.

"I always knew you were bad at punching, Motohama!" Issei gasped through his laughs. "But I didn't know you were this bad!"

"Shut up!" Motohama yelled back. "Even if I took the same training as you, it means nothing if you trained the same way for even longer than us!"

"Besides, this isn't the real issue here!" Matsuda yelled from behind Issei. "How dare you get a girlfriend?!"

"W-What?!" Sohara was floored at this revelation.

"How?!" Tomoki was no different.

"I'll explain it to you guys later." Issei replied, easily getting out of Matsuda's hold and kicking Motohama away, imbuing his kick with Armament Haki so that Motohama didn't instinctually break apart. "Meet us later at the club period."

"Her name is Yuuma Amano." Issei explained as the curry they were learning to make for the day settled down. "She's a girl who I met yesterday. Oh, she also asked me out within a minute of us encountering."

[She's also a fallen angel, who's most likely here for Issei, with confirmed murderous intent.]

"Hyoudou-senpai, you didn't molest her at some point in the past, did you?" Sohara asked suspiciously.

"With boobs like hers, if I actually did stuff like that, I'd totally remember her!" Issei yelled.

"What do we do then?" Tomoki asked worryingly.

"I'm going on a date with her tomorrow." Issei replied. "If she doesn't want to kill me, I'll hopefully end the day with a hot fallen angel babe for a girlfriend!"

"And if she does?" Matsuda asked.

"If she wants to kill me..." Issei brought up a hand and lit it up, the crimson flames casting a disturbing glow on his face. "It's a well known fact that feathers are flammable."

The next day by evening, Issei and Yuuma had spent most of the day in their date going to a clothing store, then a diner and so forth. They were now walking through a park.

'She hasn't released much killing intent like before...' Issei thought as they walked together, suddenly holding her hand, causing her to blush. However, from the spike of KI he just felt, Yuuma was simply the greatest actress he'd ever seen.

"Hey, Issei-kun..." Yuuma said, suddenly rushing ahead of him to stand in front of a nearby fountain. "To celebrate our first date, will you do me a favor?"

Issei gulped, momentarily distracted by her bouncing boobs. "W-What is this favor?"

Yuuma slowly stepped back to him till she was right in front of him.

"Issei." Yuuma's blush faded away as she finally dropped the act. "Would you drop dead for me?"

As Issei tried to comprehend this blatant death threat, Yuuma suddenly stepped back and transformed, her body suddenly taking on an older and more matured form. Her hair grew longer, her boobs and hips grew larger as her body increased in height and her clothes actually transformed into a black liquid before reforming into black, strap-like objects (resembling leather) around and under her breasts, a thong-like piece held around her hips by three thin straps, gloves that ran right up her arms with small lengths of chains hanging from them, shoulder guard-like objects on her shoulders with three large spikes sprouting from her right shoulder, and black thigh-high heel boots.

Issei whistled. 'She may be trying to kill me but she sure is sexy as hell.'

"I did have fun." Yuuma spoke as black feathered wings unfurled behind her and carried her into the air. "Although our time together was short. So..."

Yuuma stretched out her hand for a jagged spear to manifest, seemingly composed of nothing but unholy magenta light. Which she then proceeded to throw at him.

The spear flew through the air only to be casually batted into the ground by Issei's gauntleted fist.

"What...What the hell?!" Yuuma reeled back in shock. Then she noticed the Gauntlets. "Impossible! You're not supposed to know about your Sacred Gear yet!"

"Sorry, Yuuma-chan!" Issei said. "I'm just a bit pissed at how such a sexy gal like you could be so horrible!"

"Just drop dead, you damn human!" With that, Yuuma shot another spear towards Issei which was dodged as he jumped forward. Creating and pressurizing crimson flames under his feet, he easily crossed the distance between him and Yuuma in an instant.

[Red Dragon's Blazing Fist!] Issei landed a punch in Yuuma's abdomen, launching her back to the ground as his fist exploded.

"Gah!" Yuuma choked as she slammed into the ground hard enough to crater it. Issei landed beside her, causing her to flinch as the ground cracked beneath his feet.

"Well then." Issei raised a blazing fist upwards. "Please surrender. I'd really like to know why you considered me a hit target." 'She might be here because of Ddraig but I have to cover all tracks.'

Yuuma gritted her teeth before creating another light spear and slamming it into the ground. The resultant dustcloud was instantly blown away by Issei but-

"She's gone..." Issei observed around the park, even using his Observation Haki but it was hopeless.

Several meters away, Koneko Toujou silently observed, licking away at her popsicle before vanishing as well.

""""She disappeared?!""""

The next day, Issei debriefed his Horde of the date event and Yuuma's botched assassination.

"Yeah." Issei replied, tossing his phone over to Motohama. "Her phone number, her address, it's all gone."

"...Do we meet the devils again?" Sohara asked.

"No." Issei immediately replied. "It's only Sacred Gear users they after so, Tomoki!"

"Y-Yes?" Tomoki straightened up.

"The two of us are targets so be careful, alright?" Issei ordered. "Don't try to be alone too much, unless you're home. Understood?"

"Yes!"

"This is where Ise said he went on a date with Amano." Matsuda muttered as he and Tomoki looked around the park. The Horde had each placed Boundary Fields over their homes and were currently spread out. Motohama was reinforcing the Den. Issei and Sohara were investigating where Issei had memorized to be Yuuma's address and Matsuda and Tomoki investigated the park.

"Even though he said that he fought Amano here," Tomoki looked around, observing. "There's no damage around..."

"Yeah..." Matsuda crossed his arms in frustration. "Argh! Why the hell did some crazy hot bitch try to kill Ise for something he was just born with?! Even for racism, that's too much!"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it racism to be exact."

Matsuda and Tomoki suddenly turned around to see a blonde Gothic Lolita flying above them with black wings like Issei described earlier.

"Hi there!" The girl called out from above them. "The name's Mittelt and I'm here to skewer you!"

"..."

"Shit!" {Last Longinus} manifested over Tomoki's arm as he entered a combat stance. "Takumi-senpai! Let's go!"

"...Oh my God..." Tomoki and Mittelt turned to Matsuda, who trembling and drooling at the sight of Mittelt. "Did the fallen angels research our tastes or something?"

"...what?" Tomoki could only reply with that.

"Ha! So you're a lolicon, eh?!" Mittelt said, creating a pink Light Spear. It was a straight pole handle with the head having two-layered points. "I'll be sure to play with you if you don't die!"

"Mittelt, huh?" Matsuda's perverted grin turned downright bestial. "I'll gladly do the same!"

Issei and Sohara stared in trepidation at the man in front of them. It was a middle aged man in a trench coat. At the sight of them investigating the address that Yuuma had given, the fallen angel had actually dropped down in front of them, cracking the road on impact.

"Hello... children." A blue Light Spear appeared in his hand with a hollow gap at it's large head. "My name is Dohnaseek and you are Issei Hyoudou, correct?"

"Yeah." Issei replied while stepping forward and putting himself between Sohara and Dohnaseek. "Are you an associate of Yuuma-chan's?"

"Yuuma? Oh, that's a fake name of hers. Her real name is Raynare." Dohnaseek corrected. "Now, I was pleasantly surprised to see Raynare return with such painful burns on herself."

Dohnaseek then made a show of twirling his spear, grinning madly as he did so. "Fight me, Sacred Gear user! If you were skilled as Raynare reported you to be, then I will grant a better death than she planned!"

"You want to kill me?" {Boosted Gear} manifested onto his arms. "Do your best! Sohara, get ready!"

"Yes!" Sohara took a combat stance of her own as Issei manifested his flames again over his fists.

Dohnaseek only grinned wider at the sight. "Come!"