Before we start, let me warn you - LEMONS! /Not that any of you mind, right?

4 months after torture.

For the past few months, Issei had stopped counting, he felt like he belonged on base. The chatting, other soldiers, the movement, the smell of iron, it all felt familiar to him. He actually had made some friends, that sparred with him in down time.

He had been on a few easy missions, - few escort missions, few weapons deals and yesterday - a kidnapping job.

You'd think that for a 14 year old boy, something like a kidnapping job would have been something terrible, something he couldn't do. Something, that his heart, his soul and his mind would make unforgivable.

But it wasn't so. Issei simply did the job and he did it well.

The target was a girl, not a lot older than him. Some ministers daughter.

His heart was stone and his blood was ice. He didn't hesitate. He didn't even care what happened to her. The girl was probably exchanged for a lot of money. But if not, then who knows where she would end up.

He only realized it last night – he was afraid of himself.

No, not himself, more like, Issei was afraid of someone that wasn't him, yet when he looked in the mirror, his own face looked back at him.

He was becoming something else, something different.

He stood there, looking at his own face in the mirror of his room. He hadn't noticed the presence standing near him. He let out a long sigh.

''..How are you feeling, Issei?'' – Margit asked while moving closer to him.

''..Oh, Margit. Good to see you.'' – He lowered his head.

''Please, don't do that when it's downtime.''

''..Sorry, it has become a habit.''

She narrowed her eyes and took a step forward. Issei got startled.

''Don't dodge my question.''

Margit was getting angry. Her eyes had narrowed.

Issei's face held a rare expression – sadness.

She violently pushed him against the wall. She put her arm on the wall right next to his neck. She was looking from slightly above in his eyes.

They were dull.

Issei, who was pinned against the wall, was looking to his side. If she had to describe him, then she would say he was like a lost child.

The man, who had excelled at everything, at anything she taught him, had been reduced to this?

But, she had seen that look, that mannerism.

''..Are you afraid?''

''..huh?''

''..I was deployed in Afghanistan for a while. There, a lot of people who probably never did imagine shooting a gun or actually killing someone, were brought into the conflict. People usually got this look in their eyes after their first kills. They were afraid of themselves.'' – She brought her head even closer to Issei's. He could feel her breath on his face. It smelled minty.

She closed her eyes for a while, and she opened them, she asked, again. – ''Are you afraid of yourself?''

''..I am. What do you think? Give or take 5 months ago, I was just a middle schooler, I dreamed of creating a harem, I was just another lazy kid. Here I am now, killing and kidnapping children. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT?''

Her eyebrows curved in a sad expression. She looked at Issei with a painful eyes.

''Of course, you have changed. You were tortured, you were dragged in this world by force, and if you could change it, you'd be gone the second you could. But look at it from the other side. You are a weapon. You aren't the weak-willed Issei anymore. You are Ddraig, the strongest child soldier to ever be.''

''What about my parents? I, which is obviously different from others here, love my parents, and they loved me back. They probably think i'm dead.''

Margit didn't speak, she just looked in his eyes from point blank range.

''Nice, I'm here talking about my parents, when I'm killing other people. I have even killed other children.'' – Issei brought his hand to his face, and clawed it down his face. –''WHAT ABOUT THEIR PARENTS?''

Margit widened her eyes in shock.

Issei was breaking down.

''FUCK THEIR PARENTS! You are alive and you are strong. Your parents haven't actually lost their child.''

His eyes widened at Margit's sudden screaming. It was the first time, after all.

''Margit, do you actually think they would still accept me as their son if they would know how fucked up I am?''

She made a ''Che'' sound, clearly pissed.

Issei clutched his stomach in pain as her elbow was smashed against it.

''You dumbass, do you think parents give up their children easily?''

''..'' – Issei couldn't answer.

She pulled Issei closer to herself and hugged him, tightly. At first Issei was confused, but then he just let it happen.

''They don't. And you aren't broken. You aren't becoming someone you are not, you are just changing. Change is good.''

She hugged him even more tightly, and brought her lips to Issei's ear.

''Whatever happens, you are still my disciple, Issei, remember that. – She whispered it in his ear.

They stood there, while Issei was forced to inhale her scent. It was exhilarating, to say the least.

Margit let him go. He scratched behind his ear.

''..Thank you, Margit, I needed that.''

She grinned.

''Just don't think I'll do that often, my hugs have to be earned, ya know.''

Issei smiled back at her.

''Can we train?'' – He asked.

''Do you even need to ask?''

Present.

A week had passed since Suicide squad attacked and wiped out the fallen angels in Issei's hometown.

Well, of course no one knew that it was them. There were rumors, but nothing specific. They couldn't pin the blame on them. Plus, people knew that the second leader was missing.

Everything had been the same as usual, only this time when Issei stepped outside to go for his morning jog, he noticed Koneko, standing against the brick wall near his house.

She was wearing spandex bike shorts and a sweater that was slightly too large for her.

He smiled.

''Yo.''

''..I want to train with you.'' – She said, emotionless.

''Sure. If you can keep up though.''

''..I can''- She said, with a slight smirk, or at least that was what Issei thought.

Like that they jogged. Issei had made a track for himself. It went around the whole city, while using a lot of backwood tracks and alleyways.

They stopped about halfway in a forest, in a spot where the ground was pretty solid. The trees there were sparse.

''..Why did we stop?'' – Koneko questioned him.

''You want to train, right? Then lets spar.''

Koneko raised her eyebrows, but didn't refuse. She narrowed her eyes and jumped at Issei.

She threw a straight right. It had power and the form was good. He could see that she had training.

Issei dodged it, but didn't throw any back. He continued to dodge and parry the attacks.

Koneko stopped, when she ran out of breath.

''..How is it?'' – She asked, with slightly furrowed eyebrows, understandably, she was demotivated by not hitting anything.

''Good. Great, actually.'' – He answered, with a smirk.

''..huh?''

''Your form and power is good. You can use the rook piece exceptionally well.''

''Then why can't I hit you?'' – She narrowed her eyes.

''Combos and experience. I was beaten into the ground before I could even react. Day after day, I was beaten, and then I started to notice the pattern. There always was one. That was the real reason of the sparring. After that, I learned patterns and various martial arts.''

''And that is it? You say it's just experience?''

''Yes. You know, Margit used to say ''If you master one martial art, you mastered them all.''

''..Margit?''

Issei widened his eyes, but then chuckled dryly. – ''My teacher. You know, I seem to drop my guard around you. Why is that?''

''..'' – She didn't answer. She couldn't answer.

Issei stepped closer to her and sniffed her neck. The scent felt familiar to him. That cat like scent.

Why?

Koneko was still looking at him with wide eyes.

''Koneko, tell me, do you have any siblings?''

She bit her lip and looked downwards. She obviously didn't want to talk about it.

''..I see.'' – He ruffled her hair.

''..I do have one.'' – She spoke, much to Issei's surprise.

Issei stood there, silent.

''An older sister. Her name is Kuroka.''

SHIRONE. It all made sense now.

Issei brought his hand to his face and suppressed his smile

''Do you want to talk about it?'' – He asked.

''..I want to. But not all at once.''

Issei smiled gently.

''I see. Want to go again?''

She nodded.

Like that, Issei trained Koneko. Much to his surprise, even if Koneko was a natural born senjutsu user, she didn't use it, and she had a lot of talent for martial arts. She was a lot faster than Issei in learning them.

They didn't go to classes at first, but then they changed it to after school training.

Issei trained her, and she helped Issei with the devil jobs. He didn't really feel like doing the jobs, but it was forced on to him.

A month later.

It was the evening and Issei was sitting on the floor, meditating. He felt something in front of him. He opened his eyes. Staring right at him, was a girl dressed in black. She had black hair and black cat ears. She was wearing a kimono and the obi on it was yellow.

She was on all fours, coming closer to him, just like a cat. Her voluptuous body held alluring curves.

Their eyes met. The girl froze. Her expression held a seductive smile. She licked her lips and purred.

''..Kuroka.''

''Issei, nyan.''

''Long time no see. Or maybe, it just felt like that.''

''It hasn't been too long, Issei-nya. But i've missed you, Issei-nya.''

She brought her body closer to Issei's, while Issei looked at her. She was giving off scent like crazy. Issei inhaled deeply.

A smile rose to his face. – ''Are you in heat, Kuroka?''

''..Who knows...nya?'' – She opened her mouth ever so slightly.

She got on top of Issei and brought her soft-feeling thigh between his legs, slowly rubbing them, stopping a millimeter before his crotch.

Issei touched her right cheek with his arm and then placed his thumb on her lips. He forced her to open her mouth. She sucked on his thumb.

Meanwhile, he used his other hand and put it on her back. He ran it along her back slowly.

''N-nyyaaa~'' – Kuroka moaned, as her back arched from pleasure.

Her breathing had grew ragged and her face – blushed and red.

Issei took the thumb out of her mouth. A thread of saliva ran along it as he put it in his mouth.

She saw it and narrowed her eyes with a wide grin on her face.

It was lust, she was lusting after Issei.

Kuroka pushed him down on the ground and straddled him.

''Naughtyyyy...aaahh.. Issei, nyaaaa~'' – She said, while bringing her face closer to his. Issei pushed his tongue inside her mouth and their tongues locked. Her massive breasts pressed against his chest as they kissed. The kimono was extremely low cut, it felt like magic to him that her breasts don't slip out all the time.

This time, Kuroka had taken the charge as she bit his lower lip. Issei put both of his hands on her lower back and pushed her even closer to himself, feeling her body contact full on. He moved them lower until he touched her ample butt.

He grabbed it and Kuroka let out a small moan as she separated her lips from his. She was even more red and covered in sweat.

''Your kimono is blocking me from doing some more pleasurable things to you, you know.'' – He said, as he pushed his back up and ran his hand down her inner thigh.

''Th—nyyyaaaa~ – then open it'' – She moaned mid-sentence when Issei just barely touched her crotch. Even though it was trough the kimono, he still felt that it was sticky.

''..As you command. '' – His arm, even though he was playing cool, was slightly shaking from excitement.

He pulled on the obi and the kimono opened, with her breasts spilling out. He took his time looking at them. They were perfect. He caressed one of them and bit the other. He sucked on it and nibbled the nipple.

''Ahhh.... Issei-nyaaaaaa!'' – She exhaled as she called his name in pleasure.

Kuroka wrapped her arms around Issei's neck and ruffled his hair while nibbling his ear. She pulled of his shirt and it uncovered his scars. But she was the only who never questioned them. And besides, she couldn't now even if she wanted to, she was lost in pleasure.

It made Issei go wild.

He wrapped his arms around her lower back again and flipped around on the floor. It made a lot of noise, but he didn't care. He got them both up , while still holding to her breast.

Then he released her breast and looked her straight in the eyes. As their eyes met, they both understood the expression those eyes held.

They burned with desire.

Even Issei's breath had grown ragged. Kuroka pushed him against the wall and pinned him there, while Issei just held a silly grin.

They kissed again, only this time Issei initiated it. Kuroka pushed her tongue inside his mouth. The tongues intervened and locked.

One of his arms went down her back and caressed her butt and the other touched her navel. He gently pushed it up in the middle. She squirmed, and chuckled a bit. He guessed that it tickled for her.

Issei's eyes widened when he felt her one her tails wrap around his arm and the other swirled around in air. It was an amazingly soft feeling.

''Why..do..this..happen..when it's..you?'' – He said, just barely able to talk from all the kissing.

''Because.. deep...aaahhh...down...you still... are a pervert-nyaaaa!'' – She spoke, in a ragged voice, still moaning.

''It's..all..your..nnnhhgg...fault, if not...for your...there isn't a man...alive...that wouldn't go crazy...for you body!''

His sentences barely made sense, he was being overtaken by pleasure.

She grinned. – ''But..nyaaa..Issei...you are the only one...who can do..this to...me...nyaa~'' –Her moans had grown louder.

He span her around and pinned her against the wall. He forced her hands above her head and just looked at her.

She was panting and moaning ever so slightly. A string of saliva had dripped from her mouth and down onto her breasts.

She was naked. Somewhere along the way her kimono had fallen off. Her breasts moved with every breath she took. Issei stared at her hips and navel. He stared at her thighs, and she let him.

Her crotch was moist. She just looked back at Issei who only had his shirt off. She looked at his tense muscle. Her hazel eyes moved to his crotch that was covered with black pants.

There was a bulge, and she knew.

''Ahhhhh... Isssei-nyaaa'' – She moaned. – ''I want... more-nyaa~''

He used his free arm to play with her crotch. She squirmed and her breathing grew sparse as she reddened. He kissed her on her neck, and worked up to the her lips. She let out her tongue from her mouth. Issei didn't hesitate and started sucking on it.

Her eyebrows twitched and both of her tails started to wiggle as if electricity was going trough them.

''Nnnnyaaaaaaaaaaaaa~''- She let out a load moan and her legs gave out. Issei's fingers were sticky and the floor was wet.

He held her in his hand, not allowing her to sink to her knees.

''..Oh, did you come Kuroka?'' – He implored her with a wide smile.

She shone her hazel colored eyes to him from below and she touched his chest with her slender fingers.

''I did-nyaa.'' – She spoke, in a seducing tone.

''Do you want more?''- He asked still grinning.

''I want you, Issei-nyaa.''

5 MONTHS AFTER TORTURE.

Issei was sitting in a chair in his small room. His shirt was off and he sat with only army pants and boots on. He was bandaging his shoulder. It had been impaled previously in training with Margit.

That women didn't know how to hold back. But well, it was one her charms.

''What a strong looking boy, nyaa~''

He heard a playful voice coming from the entrance to his room. It was a nekomata with two black tails and black ears. She had hazel eyes and a curvy body.

He narrowed his eyes. – ''Who are you?''

''I'm Kuroka-nya! I can heal you~!'' – She answered as she stepped into his room. She touched his chest and he felt a warm feeling. The pain in his shoulder disappeared and some of the recent cuts on his skin became less obvious.

''But I can't heal those scars'' – She rubbed her hand over his torture scars. When he thought about it, his ear started to hurt.

She turned around and started walking away.

''Wait!'' – Issei's shout stopped her.

''Mmmmm?''

''Thank you. Are you going to be around here for a while?'' – He asked, slightly blushing.

''Nyaaa, I will.''- She smiled.

''Good, I'll buy you milk or something later, alright?''

''I'll hold you to your word, Dragonboy-nyaaa~''

Like that she left.

PRESENT

Issei awoke in his bed because he felt something wrong in his room. Kuroka was slouching over his chest, with one of her legs entangled with his. He woke her up.

''Kuroka, hide your presence.''

She yawned – ''I already am, nyaaa.''

''Fine, then don't move.''

''Nyaaaaa''- She turned to her other side and pulled the blanket off him. Only her black hair was noticeable now. He chuckled.

He got up and put on pants. He picked up her kimono and then a silver magic ring appeared on the floor. From it, a women with silver hair and in a maid outfit.

''...'' – She looked around the room, bewildered. She noticed Issei holding onto the black kimono and the girl sleeping in his bed.

''...'' – Issei didn't talk a word.

''A-hem.'' – She coughed. – ''I am Grayfia Lucifuge, I am here on business from the Gremory family. You are to come with me to the Occult research club, your master is in need of you.''

She spoke, elegantly. Any signs of her bewilderment was gone.

''What is the business, if I can ask?''

''I have an announcement. It is about your master and the Heir of the Phenex family.''

''..I see. Wait a minute, I'll put on some clothes.

Whatever this was, it didn't smell good.

Let me begin by assuring you, I'm no pervert, but I had to. That seducing catgirl who was always tempting Issei in the original universe.

Yo, It's me, Blueprints, nice to see you again.

It was my first time writing porn, ya know. It was pretty fun, although I can't really judge how good it is, because it is as they say- you can't really feel the pleasure from your own porn - written or drawn.

Anyways, as some people understood it - it was the eyes of Kuroka on Koneko aka Shirone.

And for some people who are confused for why Kuroka is in the base of zero army - The leaders are genius and they use whatever they can and how ever they can. They can even work together, because why couldn't they , if it profits both of them?

And yes, we enter the Phenex part of the story, probably the second time Issei will use his gear.

Leave a review telling me how was the lemon scene and your overall enjoyment.

I really enjoy reading the reviews, ya know and I thank you all who do spend the time to write them.

I especially want to thank DragonxDelinquent for his support and advice on things.

And someone informed me, that I am probably the first one to kill Asia. Don't worry, I'll set even more records like that. : )