Warning for this chapter: Lemon(masturbation)

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"WAKE UP OR I SHALL KILL YOU DEAD! WAKE UP BITCH OR I'LL CHOP OFF YOUR BALLS!"

"Hmm."

Issei yawned into his pillow as he slammed his hand down on his alarm clock. His nightmare was finally over as he looked at the wall, wondering why it felt so real. His hand went to his stomach as he looked down, looking for the hole from last night. A smile on his face as he noticed there was none. He knew that if he were genuinely stabbed in the stomach by his girlfriend, he wouldn't be alive in his bed right at this moment.

"Why did a guy like me have to wake up like that?" Issei asked himself as he tried remembering the crazy nightmare he had. All the parts were clear as day before an idea popped into his head to help him forget about it.

"Come on, Issei junior help me out," He said as he put his hand under the blankets towards his junk, knowing that if he thought of Yuuma, it would help him forget about the nightmare. His hand gripped his junk as he slowly started to jerk it, warming it up.

"Come one, just imagine how big and round they were," Issei whispered as he went faster, his hand not letting up, imagining Yumma in all her glory and kissing him as he sped up. Issei junior wasn't hardening at all at what he did. Instead, he saw her grinning down at him as he bled to death beside the fountain. The moon overhead as it outlined her black wings on her back. Ichigo laying next to him passed out from the hit he took as his blood pooled around both of them, soaking into their clothes. His hand slowed down as the events of the nightmare replayed themselves once more. Issei junior hardening as he remembered Ichigo grabbing him and saving his life almost.

"Ichigo, you idiot, why did you have to get involved with this stupid nightmare," He whispered, his hand speeding up again as he thought of his best friend, edging himself closer to the high he sought for himself. Confusion ran through his head as he thought of Ichigo instead of Yuuma. He wondered if he was the fag in his friend group that everyone joked about being Ichigo. Knowing that Motohama and Matsuda called him that after his latest incidents with Manabu, along with the rumors of the two of them spreading in Kuoh.

"Wake up, Issei, or you're going to be late for school!" He heard his mom call from downstairs, her usual summons not stopping him as he reached the end of his session.

"I'm coming!" He yelled out to her, knowing that if he didn't answer, she would come barge into his room unannounced regardless if he was presentable or not. The sexual endo of him yelling what he did unnoticed by his mom and dad as Issei junior pulsated in his hand, his back arching as he finally achieved the high he wanted. He forgot about the nightmare as he reached nirvana. Issei junior, painting his flat stomach and chest white, his part still twitching as he continued to fire shot after shot onto himself. The stupid orange-haired bastard stuck in his mind as he finished.

Issei took deep shallow breaths to slow down his breathing. Surprised by the amount he shot out, which was more than he usually did when he was watching porn with Motohama and Matsuda. He trailed his hand on his stomach, getting the substance onto his fingers as he brought it up to his face to stare at what he did. He couldn't believe that he jerked himself off to his best friend, his stomach twisting as the realization hit him of his actions, but a part of him, deep down, didn't mind and was curious what the white liquid tasted like. His mouth opened slowly as his hand got closer to his opened orifice. Snapping his mouth shut, he shook his head, rubbing his hand on the blanket next to him before he used it to wipe the rest of the cum off of him, cleaning himself of the impure act he had performed by himself. Issei junior, still standing as a dribble, left the tip of him.

"Issei, hurry up. Your friends are here!"

"Coming!" He yelled to his mom, putting on his school uniform, ignoring the glaring problem he had as he shoved it down to try and hide it. His school bag was already packed for the day. As he threw it over his shoulder before running out of his room.

Issei ran down the stairs seeing Motohama and Matsuda waiting at the front door, both of them dressed in Kuoh's uniform waiting for him. Motohama tapped his foot against the floor as he looked at his watch. "Hurry up, Issei, or we're going to be late."

"Yeah yeah yeah. I'm off, mom," Issei said, yawning, not paying that much attention to his friends. The morning sun blinding him. The rays seem to burn right through his skin, draining him of his youthful energy and causing him to become weak. A grimace on his face as he covered his eyes to try and hide from the bright light. He knew he was never a morning person, but this was new to him. It continued to affect him.

"Spending too much time under the blankets?" Matsuda jokingly asked as the door closed behind them. The three of them went off to Kuoh for the day. "So how was that DVD I lent you? No wonder you look so worn out."

"No, I was on a date with Yuuma last night, that's all."

"Who?" His friends said in unison, both wondering who this Yuuma person was. "Bro, like anyone would date you."

"You guys don't remember?" Issei replied, wondering if his friends were just messing with him about this since he did rub it in everyone's faces before his date. "Come guys, Yuuma? Smoking hot babe with large ass tits? I rubbed it in all your faces when she asked me out. You guys pulling my leg?"

"Dude, you really think we wouldn't remember something like that?"

"Come on, stop messing with me," Issei jokingly said, elbowing his friends in the sides. Curious how far they were going to take this joke.

"Come on, Issei, we're going to be late, so we got to hurry," Motohama replied to him, ignoring his question as he broke into a soft jog towards their school.

Issei stared at the back of his friends, remembering the day he introduced Yuuma to both of them. Both said things like how did he get such a gorgeous girlfriend and asking him if he did anything illegal to get her. "Issei, stop daydreaming about your imaginary girlfriend, and let's go!"

"I'm right behind you, so shut up."

"So you guys are being serious about not remembering her after all?"

"Issei, the number of times you ask won't change either of our answers," Motohama replied to his question for what felt like the millionth time that the third pervert of their group asked. "Why don't you ask Gudako, Mash, or Ichigo about it? Did you tell Ritsuka about it?"

"Tell us about what?" A voice said from behind them, causing Motohama and Matsuda to almost group out of their skins. His dark brown hair and blue eyes pierced them as they looked behind him, spotting his twin Gudako smiling at the three of them. His eyes looked swollen from the cold he got still. "Guess who's back?"

"Yo Ritsuka Issei tell you about the imaginary girlfriend he got?" Motohama said, turning to face the twins. Both of them were the same height as they looked at Issei at the information Motohama told them.

"You got a girlfriend?" They said in unison, pushing Motohama and Matsuda out of the way as they seemed to rush him for information about Yuuma. Hope filled him that they might believe him when he told them about her.

"Yeah," Issei said, pulling out his phone to show them the contact information he had. Scrolling through his phone's contact list, his eyes widen, not spotting her phone number or email address on the device. "That's strange. She gave me her number and email. They should be in here."

"See, we told you she's not real, Issei," Matsuda said, earning a glare from Issei as he continued to look through his phone.

"Shut up, Matsuda, she's real, I'm telling you."

"What did she look like?" Gudako asked, a smile on her face as she asked the question about his girlfriend. Mash was standing behind the twins talking to their other classmates of theirs. "Come on. You should at least remember what your girlfriend looks like, right?"

"Yeah," Issei said, nodding his head in agreement, already listing off her futures with ease. "So she's around our age, beautiful with violet eyes and a slender body. Black hair that went down her back and reached her hips. Her bust, though, was amazing, and it was so large. She was wearing her school uniform with the letter P embroidered on it."

"There's no school around here with the letter P, though," Ritsuka said, rubbing his chin in thought. "What else do you remember about her?"

"She had black wings, but I think that was just from a nightmare I had about her trying to kill me," Issei jokingly said, not noticing their faces changing for the briefest moments. "Ichigo can vouch for me. He was there on our date, and I asked him to take pictures of us kissing at the end."

"You wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you?" Ritsuka asked him, causing him to finally notice that the orange-haired dream invader wasn't here yet. "It's not like him to miss class."

"Have you tried calling him?" Issei asked, his gut twisting a little as the nightmare slowly returned to the forefront of his mind.

"No, we haven't," Gudako said, staring at the desk, finding the wood more interesting than the conversation they were having as her finger traced a symbol onto it. Her hair covered her eyes as he tried looking into them. Curious about what was on her mind.

"I'll try calling him then," Issei said, going to Ichigo's contact information and clicking on his number as soon as Sosuke-sensei walked in. A curse muttered under his breath as he knew their sensei didn't like when people were on phones during his lessons.

"Hyoudou-san, might I inquire why you're on your phone?"

"Calling Ichigo to see why he isn't in class," Issei answered as everyone sat down in their seats. Not wanting to draw Sosuke-senseis ire to them.

"That is strange that he isn't here but could you not have done it after class?" Sosuke-sensei asked him after he gave his explanation.

"Well, we kinda wanted to know now," Issei weakly said, their sensei's soft eyes on him as he let out a sigh. The phone was still ringing, trying to connect to Ichigo's phone.

"Fine. Once this call is over, I expect you to put it away. Understood?"

"Yes, Sosuke-sensei," Issei answered, nodding his head in understanding. Ritsuka and Gudako were watching him waiting to see if anyone would pick up. The phone ultimately went to voice mail as it asked him to leave a message.

"Well, it seems he's not able to pick up, so can we begin class now?"

"Yeah, sorry," Issei replied, wondering why Ichigo didn't pick up as Sosuke-sensei started class. His gut twisted even more as he thought about last night and hoped for the best.