000 b - A Phenex ignites the spark (Planeshunter turn)

As far as weird mornings go, waking up in a teenager body not your own, in a bed not your own, in a room not your own, with memories of a life you haven't personally lived in your head and being held by a very attractive blonde you don't recognise is probably pretty up there.

It takes me a moment to take it all in, be honest. I'm vaguely aware I should be freaking out, but this is the most interesting thing that's happened to me in… forever. And there are two deliciously soft mounds of flesh pressing against the side of my chest, so there's that too.

Let's see what I remember… I'm Theodore Wright, better known as Theo. American orphan since age five with the memories from my parents' death blocked by trauma that doesn't totally mean the supernatural was involved. Currently studying in a prestigious high-school through a scholarship.

Not very socially aware, but left to myself by peers due to a combination of my reputation as a genius and an unfortunate tendency towards mad cackling and dangerous knee-jerk reactions. Nothing too unreasonable, but if you startle me while I'm using a laser welder, I'm hardly liable if you lose a hand for the trouble.

Back to topic, last night I went out with the rest of my classmates to celebrate the end of the school year. Not by my own free will, mind you. My dorm manager guilt-tripped me by covering the costs himself and pointing out how the money would be wasted if I didn't go. Being only a couple of steps removed from the stereotype of the starving orphan, I'm sensitive enough about money to feel bad about wasting it, so I resigned myself to a night of rowdy eating and irresponsible drinking.

Instead, I met a nice rich girl by the name Rachel Fénix and somehow managed to make a good impression on her. We hit off, drank maybe more than we should, did some passable approximation of dancing, one thing led to another and, before you can say Jack Robinson, we were in a private room somewhere doing our best to swallow each other's tongues.

I feel my dick slowly harden under the sheets as I remember how the passionate kissing gave way to hurried removal of clothes, how I stood like an idiot in front of her perfect, naked body until she called me on it. The tentative, experimental touches and caresses, running my hands alongside her arms, hips, legs and her whole body.

Sinking my fingers on her breasts and suckling on her hardened nipples while my hands reached for her most private place. Laying her down on the bed and assuring her with a smile that everything would be fine when she asked me to be gentle. The overwhelming pleasure of sinking into her folds, and having to bite down my impulse to simply start pumping away with reckless abandon.

The feeling of her legs around my hips, keeping me from pulling out while she assured me it would be okay, of releasing my first load embarrassingly quick, but recovering soon enough for a second round, and a third, and a fourth. After that I must've blanked out, because I don't remember anything else. But judging by the fact the sheets are clean and we're not up to the neck in sexual fluids, Rachel must've had the presence of mind to clean up a bit before going to sleep herself.

Funny, one wouldn't expect a slip of a girl like her to outlast a boy, especially with how rough we got there at the end. And all the alcohol. I mean, I'm not exactly a jock, but I keep a reasonably healthy lifestyle and I'm twice her size. But no, Rachel has turned out to be quite the little sex devil.

Rachel… Devil...

I let a long groan when realization catches up to me. In my defense, I first saw her without her trademarked ringlets and I didn't expect her to be real. Rachel Fénix. More like Ravel Phenex. Oh sweet merciful God, I just deflowered the little girl of a devil noble. Actually, if this is DxD then God is dead, I need to find someone else to swear by.

On the other hand, I just had sex with a girl that's hot, kind, smart and rich. And judging by the way I woke up in the morning, I'm pretty sure she liked it as much as I did, so… Courting the devil? I examine her sleeping face carefully.

She chooses that moment to turn around in her sleep, somehow holding me even tighter, and she makes some extremely cute noises of satisfaction. This is too adorable.

Welp, courting the devil it is.

I waited in bed for her to wake up for a while, but in the end grew restless and slipped away to the kitchen to hopefully make breakfast and take it to her in bed. Instead, she finds me sitting on the floor an hour and a half later, when she finally wakes up.

"Theo?"

"Oh, good morning, gorgeous!" I greet, lifting my eyes from my work and waving at her with the screwdriver I'm holding. She's wearing a white sheet and a smile, and I'm reminded once more how much I lucked out last night. I also feel a bit guilty about forgetting about the breakfast, but no point in crying over spilled milk. "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than ever." She declares with rosy cheeks and slightly mischievous eyes, before taking a look around the kitchen and frowning a bit for some reason. "What… what are you doing to the microwave?"

"Oh, this?" I take a look around, making note to clean up after myself once I'm done, I might've been a bit overzealous in my efforts. "I wanted to make you breakfast, but the microwave was making a strange noise, so I decided to take a look. I had already dismantled it and looked through most of the innards when I realized it was just a loose leg. But hey! Now it can make steamed rice and prepare tea by itself. And it has a grill to cook au gratin!"

"Why…" She's blinking an awful lot, I hope that's just what she does when her brain is still rebooting and there's nothing wrong with them. They're very pretty eyes. "Why does it have spider legs?"

"Well, remember how I said a leg was loose? I was trying to improve the stability, and eight articulated legs with independent servos felt like the best compromise for the tools I have with me right now."

"And that's everything it does?" The smile has returned to her face, now full of smugness. Her eyes are looking sharper now too. Yeah, this is the smart girl I met yesterday alright.

"Not even close! This microwave can now be programmed by voice and follow simple commands to reposition itself or flee from potential thieves, is completely water and EMP resistant and has an interior battery that will let it work without outside power for nearly a year." I put the screwdriver back to use, Ravel will probably want me to entertain her now, so I need to finish up quickly here. "When I'm done with this last little tweak, you'll be able to remotely detonate it too."

"Why would I want to detonate it?" There's no alarm in her voice, just amusement. Most people I've met would be calling 911 about now. I guess that's a devil for you.

"Maybe someone stole it and you want to make them pay?" I shrug, or some close approximation that doesn't require for me to stop fiddling with the thing. "Or if you hate someone, you can get it to crawl into their flat and explode there."

"Wouldn't' it be better to give it a GPS system so it can be tracked down if someone steals it?"

"Woah, that's right!" I reach behind me to grab a couple of condensers I had previously discarded and start tweaking the half-finished low-yield fission detonator to transmit signals instead. " I'll do that instead. I mean, it's not that fun, but it sounds really practical. Thanks!"

"You're welcome. What's with all those pieces in the ground?"

"They weren't really necessary, so I took them out." I shrug. "Incidentally, the microwave now weighs half as much as it used to."

"..." I turn around when I notice she's not talking anymore, to watch her leaning on the counter to watch me work with a look of wonder in her eyes.

"What?" She's making me feel a bit self-conscious.

"When your friends told me you were a genius they weren't exaggerating, huh?"

"I knew it! You only want me for my brains!" A brief worry that this entire encounter has orchestrated as scouting for potential Peerage members crosses my mind, but I don't think I'd hold it against her even if it's true.

"Don't be silly, I'm not a zombie." Then she leans to the side, to get a better view of my behind while letting out a playful growl. "And your butt looks pretty tasty too!"

"Does that mean a repeat performance is not off the table?"

"Oh, it's very much on the table~" She growls playfully, before looking a bit worried. "That is, if you're up for it? I don't want to assume."

"Gorgeous, if someone isn't up for it, you can safely assume they're not interested in the fairer sex."

"Then how about you leave the microwave aside for now..." She says while walking around the counter with a seductive sway on her hips. "Get up from the floor…" The sheet she's been using to cover her body slips down her curves, exposing her delightful body again. "And help me render the table absolutely unsuitable for eating on it?" She sits on the kitchen table as she says that, slowly crossing a leg over the other as she smiles down at me.

I've never abandoned a project halfway in favor of frivolous pursuit before.

… But I guess there's a first time for everything.

[Spark (There's no science like mad science)]
The mark of true genius. The Spark is the name for whatever it is that makes Mad Scientists what they are. A poorly understood concept that identifies and incorporates a batch of personality traits shared by those who have it.

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