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Fenrir44: I've already thought out the girls that Issei gets. But I'm also thinking about Matsuda, Motohama and Tomoki's harems. Also no NTR here. The One Piece Harem members will be minor characters of canon.
Tyrant Overlord Killidia: Issei will get DxD girls soon. Asia and Irina are practically guaranteed.
Patiphat1998: It's a crossover with my other fic. Read them please.
Chapter 04: Let's start a Club (or as Ddraig calls it; Dragon Horde)!
May.
A whole month into Issei's second year as a Kuoh High schooler.
Not only did Issei have Matsuda and Motohama beside him, surprisingly Tomoki and Sohara had followed into the Academy.
Just as promised, he had explained all that he learned to all of them. The others were shocked, especially at Ddraig's existence in his arms, but Motohama had actually loved the idea of a separate world alongside theirs, similar to fantasy comics.
Of course, once Issei and Ddraig mentioned the training he had undergone, Matsuda, Tomoki and Sohara immediately wanted in on it. He hadn't been sure if Zelretch would allow it or if there would even be time due to their education.
Unbelievably, Zelretch not only accepted, but manipulated Issei's {Dimensional Detonator} so that whenever they left with it, they would return five minutes after their departure, regardless of however long they spent in Merveille. At least Issei got see Ever a lot more.
"Ahh! Aaahhhh! Hahh!" Ever cried out without holding back as Issei pumped his cock into her soaking pussy from behind. No one was going to hear her anyway. Issei made sure to lock the door to his room so that nobody would interrupt them.
After spending some time in the Spring Island with the others and dealing with Tomoki and Sohara's trauma's from near death (Due to their regular beatings from the Kendo Club, Matsuda and Motohama took theirs in stride just like Issei), Issei had finally run into Ever alone.
She initially a bit resistant but was just as eager as him to have another round.
After sloppily kissing on their way to his room and throwing away all their clothes, they were both naked standing underneath the shower. Ever looked absolutely fantastic from behind with her rocking body, her round, perky boobs were pressing against the glass stall, a sight that Issei could never get tired of. They delayed the actual shower for later. For now, they were focused on making love to each other and unleashing all their pent-up horny energy.
"Damn, your pussy just feels right, Ever!" His pelvis continued to plow against her naked ass, its softness was enough to dampen the continuous slaps of their bodies.
They changed positions after a while with Issei pulling her knee up, forcing her to stand on one leg, and with him fucking her from the side.
"More…! Mooore!" She cooed, her breasts swaying to and fro. "It feels so heavenly. Ise, I think I'm going to get addicted to your cock!"
Issei leaned in and sealed her mouth with a kiss.
They fucked for what seemed like eternity until he blew a huge load in her pussy. The former waitress was a moaning mess by the end. They forced their shower short, so they could move out.
Ever panted a bit before Issei leaned unto her shoulder to whisper. "I'm not satisfied yet, Ever."
Ever could only shiver in pleasure as Issei carried her out of the shower and unto his bed.
"Ever, lay down on your stomach." he prompted. She did as she was told. Even with her back turned to him, she was as curvy as ever.
"Like this?" she asked, turning her gaze to him sideways.
"Yeah." He unceremoniously climbed on top of her and inserted his dick between her thigh gap.
Ever gritted her teeth as she felt his entire length reshaping her pussy yet again. "Ohhhh….it's so big! I… can't….get enough of this!"
Pounding Ever from above was an experience Issei didn't know he wanted until now. She was prone, her breast sandwiched between the bed and her own body. Issei used that image which went beyond any of his porn material to fuel his impulses and fuck her roughly.
At this point, both the waitress and the Dragon Emperor forgot all their inhibitions and fucked with reckless abandon. He lost count how many times flipped her over and how many times she rode him. Her tits kept bouncing around in their sultry fuck fest causing Issei to give them their much-needed attention.
"Here it comes!" Issei shouted, his cock was pistoning like a well-oiled pump inside her.
"Ohhh!" She curled her fingers, clutching the cover, as she herself made an explosive mess against his throbbing manhood. Issei shot jets and ropes of his seed deep inside her womb. His stamina finally waning after filling her up.
It was a good thing that he was finished with Ever and had gotten to the Medical Bay at once before running into Tomoki.
"Hyoudou-senpai! Thank goodness!" Tomoki gasped at his appearance, Issei's attention instantly attracted to a strange shield on his right arm.
"It's Takumi-senpai and Nakakuni-senpai! Something wrong with them!"
Issei didn't wait to hear the rest, rushing past Tomoki to his friends. As he dashed through the doors, with Tomoki hot on his heels, he instantly caught sight of Zelretch laughing. That alone at least reassured him that whatever happened wasn't fatal at least.
Matsuda Takumi was constantly shifting between human and some kind of giant tiger form. Sometimes his whole body, other times, just random body parts.
Motohama Nakakuni on the other hand, had become deathly pale, constantly having clumps of his body turn into snow and fall off.
Issei turned to Sohara, who had been watching them with morbid fascination while they panicked about.
"What happened, Sohara?"
"Ah! Hyoudou-senpai!" Sohara flinched a bit before thinking a bit and the answering. "It seems they both ate a weird fruit in the island while training."
"Together?"
"No. Separately." Sohara explained. "Due to their panic of what happened to their bodies, they were easy pickings for the monsters."
Sohara then deflated a bit herself. "I was killed so easily too..."
It really hurt her pride to be losing the most amongst the team, despite her being a Judo practitioner.
"And the shield on Tomoki's arm?" Issei asked as Motohama tried to take a step towards him only for his legs to literally break apart, causing him to fall unto a cushion of snow made from his own legs.
"I can explain it all, actually." It seemed that the vampire had finally laughed to his satisfaction. "Your friends have both eaten a delicacy of this world called Devil Fruits-"
"Delicacy my ass!" Matsuda yelled while shifting to a weretiger form again. "That thing tasted like shit!"
"Yeah!" Motohama agreed from the ground. "Even as hungry as I was, I really wanted puke it out!"
"On the other hand, Tomoki here has awakened a Sacred Gear like you Issei."
This caused a wave of shock all around. Tomoki looked to his shield in wonder, pondering if it was sentient or haunted like Issei's Boosted Gear.
"Matsuda's Devil Fruit is a Zoan class. {Cat-Cat Fruit: Model White Tiger}. It is a Mythical Zoan-type Devil Fruit that allows Matsuda to transform into a hybrid and full version of an White Tiger at will, similar to the Divine Spirit it is based on. It will also grant him power over lightning."
"That's pretty badass..." Matsuda said as he shifted back to human form, while staring at his still tiger hands.
"Motohama's Devil Fruit is a Logia class. {Snow-Snow Fruit}. It allows Motohama to create, control, and transform into the element of {Snow} at will, turning the user into a {Snow Human}."
"Really?" Motohama said in excitement.
Zelretch nodded. "This fruit's major strength is that by allowing the user to turn themselves into {Snow}, it also grants an extreme level of resistance, if not outright immunity, towards cold and solid attacks, since your body would just collapse into snow then reform again."
"He's practically invincible!" Issei exclaimed.
[Not really, Issei.] Issei looked down to his arms where Boosted Gear had manifested. [For all of his 'invincibility', Motohama still has the standard weaknesses of 'Snow', such as heat.]
"Ah. That's right." Issei said, absentmindedly creating a small fireball in his hand. This action caused Motohama to reform instantly, most likely out of instinct or primal fear as a Snow Human.
Sohara noticed Zelretch rubbing his chin while looking at Motohama and asked why.
"Well, it's just that someone used to own that Devil Fruit. If it's here, that means Monet's dead by now."
After explaining about circulation of Devil Fruits after it's owner's death, Zelretch then addressed Tomoki.
"Your sacred gear is {Last Longinus}, also known as the {Ultimate Shield of the World}, which allows you to take the very concept of {Shield} and create various shields by absorbing random materials. It's a Longinus like Issei's, with the potential to kill Gods."
Jaws dropped all around, even including Ever and Xiao who had just entered.
"No way..." Sohara stared at her childhood friend in shock.
"However, it is still regarded as the 'weakest' Longinus due to it's defense only applications."
"Zelretch..." Motohama asked tentatively. "If we have two people with potential to rival gods, will there be people looking for them?"
That raised a question that Issei had been subconsciously trying to ignore, as he remembered Ddraig mentioning that his rival would be drawn to him as he had awakened.
Zelretch told them that there were several factions that would love to get their hands on them all but that was why he was training them in the first place, to be strong enough to defeat whoever tried.
"Wish me luck."
Matsuda and Motohama waved Issei goodbye as he left for the Student Council Office.
Upon reaching there, he entered and saw not only the Student Council President and her assistant but also the Occult Research Club's President and her assistant as well.
Souna Shitori, the Third Year Student Council President, was a bespectacled girl with a slim figure, black hair styled in a short bob cut and violet eyes. Motohama's latest scout was Bust: 77, Waist: 57 and Hips: 83.
Tsubaki Shinra, her Third Year Vice President, was a bespectacled girl with long straight black hair that extended all the way down to her knees, with split bangs and brown eyes. She was careful enough that Motohama never got the opportunity to scout her sizes.
Rias Gremory, the Third Year Occult Research Club President and one of Kuoh Academy's Two Great Ladies, was a beautiful girl with blue eyes, long, straight, crimson hair that reached down to her thighs with a single hair strand sticking out from the top and a buxom figure. Motohama's scouter showed her as Bust: 99, Waist: 58 and Hips:90.
Akeno Himejima, the Third Year Occult Research Club Vice President and the other of Kuoh Academy's Two Great Ladies, was a beautiful girl with a voluptuous figure, very long black hair in a ponytail which reached her knees and violet eyes. Motohama's scouter showed her as Bust: 102, Waist: 60 and Hips: 89.
"Good afternoon, Shitori-kaichou." Issei greeted. "Should I come back later?"
"No need for that, Hyoudou." Souna said, reaching for a form on her table and procuring a form. "How many will you be accepting into your club?"
"Five people." Issei nodded a greeting to Rias and Akeno and sat down in the spare chair. "Matsuda Takumi, Motohama Nakakuni, Tomoki Sakurai, Sohara Mitsuki. Plus Issei Hyoudou as Cooking Club President."
"Interesting that you choose a club so far from you and your friends' interests." Souna raised an eyebrow, referring to the Perverted Trio's escapades.
"Well, an argument with my mum brought up a sore point that I couldn't ignore." Issei replied. "In fact, one of my members really needs the help from it."
"Hmm." Souna said. "Very well, I'll approve your club, if only to lessen your time, ogling other girls at inappropriate times."
"No promise." Issei said as he stood up and left. "There might be less of that, though."
"Ara, ara." Akeno said in amusement. "And he was ogling us so well."
"Akeno, don't tease Sona like that." Rias sounded like she was trying to contain her laughter.
If she wasn't desperate for a strong member in her peerage so that she could propose a Rating Game to escape her Arranged Betrothal, she might have recruited Issei for his honest perversion and refreshing amusement.
"Speaking of which," Sona Sitri, Heiress to the Sitri Clan of Devils, spoke out what Issei had reminded her of. "I'm planning on finally inviting Saji-kun into my Peerage. He's already proven well on Student Council and has gotten a good relationship with everyone already."
"You do know that he has a crush on you?" Rias teased her friend.
"A feeling that is not reciprocated, I can assure you." Sona replied dryly, "Besides, I know for a fact that three of my Peerage have expressed interest in him. Once I bring him in, I dare say they won't hesitate to show him why female Devils have a lusty reputation."
"Good for them." Rias nodded approvingly. In her opinion, people should be honest with their emotions and desires, without being egotistical about it like a certain Phenex Scion was. It was for this reason she found the Perverted Trio- no Quartet, amusing, especially one Issei Hyoudou as he was honest, wore his emotions on his sleeve and adorable.
*BANG*
"Kaichou!"
Genshirou Saji, a boy with with short blond hair and grey eyes and new member of the Student Council, burst into the room in a hurry.
"It's Matsuda Takumi!" He instantly rushed to Sona's front. "He's been challenged to a match by the Boxing Club President!"
"What?!" Sona stood up in shock. "Issei Hyoudou just left my office with Club approval! How did he get drawn into a interclub match already?!"
"I can't believe so many people showed up..."
Sohara gawked at the huge crowd in the gym, all present for Matsuda Takumi's match/beatdown.
"Of course we'd all come to watch."
Sohara looked to see the President and Vice President of the Kendo Club, Murayama and Katase.
Murayama Ishihara was a girl with shoulder length brown hair in pigtails and brown eyes. Sohara idly remembered Tomoki using Motohama's scouter to discover her sizes which were Bust 84, Waist 70 and Hips 81.
Katase Ogura was a girl with short pink hair and eyes. Her sizes were Bust: 79, Waist: 65 and Hips: 79.
"One of the Perverted Quartet is finally gonna get the thrashing they deserve." Katase gloated.
Sohara silently chastised the girls for wishing too much pain on her friends for their peeping habits. She deliberately ignored that she had done worse to Tomoki herself several times over, although mainly because Tomoki constantly went beyond the rule that the Perverted Quartet set for themselves.
[Never go beyond looking without Consent.] Tomoki constantly broke this rule whenever Sohara was involved.
It also helped that Tomoki was abnormally durable (or supernaturally durable considering his Sacred Gear).
"It's even better that it's Takumi." Murayama agreed. "For a while now, they've just been ditching their rightful punishment unto Hyoudou and Sakurai. Now if only something similar were to happen to Nakakuni..."
"We can only dream, Mura-chan." Katase patted her shoulder in consolation.
Sohara remembered after a particular vicious 'punishment', that Tomoki had declared the two as sadists as they had actually run the risk of Issei and Tomoki needing a trip to the school nurse, due to those particular duo. She privately agreed.
The Devils walked into the gym, surprised at the sheer turnout. There hadn't been one like this since Rias and Sona's last Tennis match.
"It's quite a ruckus, isn't it?" Yuuto Kiba, Second Year Knight of Rias Gremory's Peerage, commented as he got a clear view. He was a boy with short, blond hair and bluish-grey eyes.
"Hmm." Koneko Toujou, First Year Rook of Rias Gremory's Peerage and Mascot of Kuoh Academy, agreed while munching down on a chocolate bar. She was a petite girl with white hair in a bob cut and gold eyes. Motohama Scouter put her as Bust: 67, Waist: 57 and Hips: 73.
"Well, I'm actually interested in how the match will go." Genshirou commented, gaining looks of surprise from his fellow Council members.
"Really? I thought you hated them." Reya Kusaka inquired. She was a slim girl with long brown hair in a headband that ended in two short braids and matching eyes. Motohama Scouter put her as Bust: 87, Waist: 59 and Hips: 88.
"I do hate them, but I at least acknowledge that Takumi's a good fighter." Genshirou explained. "The problem is that while Takumi's good, Majime's better since he's actually trained..."
He trailed off, staring at the gym entrance with his jaw dropping. When his comrades looked to see what caused it, they all adopted similar expressions.
"Oh dear..." Yuuto didn't know anything else to say while patting Koneko's back to help her with the chocolate bit she inhaled at Matsuda's entrance.
"Hahahhaha!" Akeno struggled to keep herself upright while Rias, Sona and Tsubaki all stared at what Matsuda was wearing, with Sona pulling off a spectacular Enel expression.
Five minutes ago
"Woah! Check it out." Matsuda and Motohama said as they checked through the preparatory room for the match.
"Majime-senpai said that he wants you to be at your best." One of the boxing club members said as she left the room to them. "Take what you need and get to the ring and lose already."
As the two looked around, Motohama gasped as he spied something awesome.
"T-This is it!" At Matsuda's curiosity, he revealed the awesome thing to be a high quality Afro!
Later as the two were walking back to the gym ring.
"Listen, Matsuda, you're not the boy you once were. That hairstyle awakens the beast inside every man's heart." Motohama said in a badly altered, gruff voice, while replacing his glasses with a pair of shades. " You may ask...does the Afro make the Champion or does the Champion make the Afro? That's a question yet to be understood by modern science."
"Yeah." Matsuda could already feel the Sacred Afro filling him with strength.
"Matsuda, when you don that afro, your punches gain power!" Motohama continued in a slowly rising fervor. "Your body becomes flexible steel!"
"Yeah!"
"Now go out there and show him who's Boss!"
"Welcome all to the Interclub match between Bakuru Majime of the Boxing Club and Matsuda Takumi of the Cooking Club!" Issei Hyoudou commentated from a nearby table, his hands on a megaphone.
"Ha! You perverts are gonna lose so badly that you'll be feeling the pain in your very souls!" His commentating partner was a petite, bespectacled girl with long brown hair in two braids, Aika Kiryuu. Motohama's Scouter showed her as Bust: 83, Waist: 55 and Hips: 81.
"Entering in from the East entrance, is the Captain of the Boxing Club, Number Three Prince of Kuoh, {Ballistic Barrage} Bakuru Majime!"
Bakuru Majime, a tall , muscular guy with dark hair, raised a gloved fist in response to the cheers as he entered in full gear.
"Hmph." Issei scoffed then reared up for his friend. "Entering from the West entrance, is the Pervert Baldy of the Cooking Club! The Sexual Harassment Paparazzi of Photography Club! The Bald Flash of the Track Club! Kuoh's very own White Tiger of the West! 'Wild Baldy' Matsuda Takumi!"
Matsuda raised his arms to the mixtures of cheers, jeers, laughs and silent stares that greeted him. While he was dressed in standard boxing gear sans head gear, he also had a Sea Prism Stone armlet to curb his Devil Fruit powers.
"Wow!" Aika yelped in shock. "It would appear that for this fight, Takumi has decided to don an afro that's larger than life, and looks like it's got the personality to match!"
The few people who weren't paying attention before definitely paid attention now.
Sohara blinked slowly as she took in the spectacle before her, her expression carefully blank. "It's like watching a car crash…" she quietly breathed. "I know that it's horrific on a deep and basic level…"
She slowly tilted her head to the side, her face never changing. "But I just can't bring myself to look away."
"Tomoki. What's going on with-" She stopped before facing her friend, who had strangely bent over while shivering a bit.
"SO FUNK-AY!" The Shieldsman roared with an accent that belonged to a far away country with dreadlocks as a standard fashion. "I CAN FEEL DAT AFRO LIGHTIN' A FIRE IN MAH SOUL!"
"...sigh. This is what I get for leaving you alone with Ise-senpai." Sohara moaned in despair.
"Hey, hey, not bad! That's the style of a wild man!" Majime complimented. "You're gonna be a worthy adversary, although you're a pervert."
"Ha! I take that with pride!" Matsuda declared.
"Show him, Matsuda-senpai!" Tomoki cheered from the sidelines, Sohara having a dead look beside him. "Show him the power of the Afro!"
"Takumi!" Kirika Meikoku, the President of the Track Club, a girl with short blonde hair and brown eyes, yelled out as well. "I really don't want to cheer for you, but you better not shame the Track Club and lose!"
"It's fine, everyone. Because I'M GONNA WIN!" Matsuda yelled out the last part, accidentally releasing an invisible wave of Armament Haki as he did so. This caused some whispers to start off.
"W-Woah. Did you feel that?"
"Yeah. I think all that stuff my brother said about the Sacred Afro might be true."
"Incredible! The Sacred Afro actually blessed Matsuda with it's power?!"
"Was there something I missed about this in my classes back home?" Rias rubbed her chin in confusion while turning to her Queen. Beside her, Tsubaki was trying to revive her King who had gone catatonic at the whole thing, the Armament Haki only causing a small flinch from her. "Is the Power of the Afro real, Akeno?"
Akeno answered her instantly. "Yes."
"Don't lie so blatantly!" Tsubaki yelled from her side.
"The rules are simple." Aika explained. "One round match. First to surrender, get ringed out or unable to fight loses."
Issei finally started the match. "LLLET'S GET READY TO RRRUMBLLLE!"
Matsuda dashed forward, throwing a punch at Majime, who quickly dodged and punched back, hitting him in the face. He didn't let up, constantly letting loose a flurry of quick punches at him, forcing Matsuda into a guard.
"There's Majime-sama for you! That pervert doesn't stand a chance!"
"Shut up, Kiryuu! Matsuda's guard ain't breaking anytime soon!"
Realizing the truth in Issei's words, Majime backed up and prepared a heavy punch. As he launched it, Matsuda lashed out with a hasty punch of his own. The resultant clash shook both combatants' bones, forcing them separate again.
While Matsuda only shook his arm a bit to get rid of the bone rattling sensation, Majime actually clenched his arm a bit in pain.
'Those muscles aren't for show.' He analyzed his opponent in newfound respect. 'If I didn't pull back instantly in that moment, he would have broken my arm!'
Majime hopped a bit before rushing forward, appearing in front of Matsuda in an instant.
Matsuda barely had a moment to react before Majime fists pummeled him from various angles. Twenty punches all over his upper form in less than eight seconds.
"There it is! Bakuru Majime-sama's Ballistic Barrage!"
"Dammit! Matsuda, don't fall to it!"
Matsuda shook a bit before steadying himself. He then bent low and took a brief runner's position. Majime only had a moment in which confusion quickly became shock as Matsuda launched himself at Majime, too late to block or dodge the blow Matsuda landed on his stomach. Majime was sent flying into the ring, which stretched and bounced him back into Matsuda's fist.
Or it would have, had Majime not bent his knees at the last second, dodging under Matsuda's swing.
This left a brief pause for both fighters to rest a bit while the students cheered a bit, no more jeers or boos sounding out.
"Damn. You're more durable than I thought." Majime panted, trying not to wince from his cracked ribs. "Stronger too."
"Thank the Kendo girls for that." Matsuda panted, tentatively tonguing his split lip. "I perv on them and they hit me, which in turn, raises my durability."
"Oh my god, we've been helping him?!" Katase shrieked in shock.
"No. Even when we punished them for peeking on us, they still gained from it?!" Murayama clenched her head. All around, various members of the Kendo Club were expressing similar complaints.
"Oh. Interesting~" Akeno said with a small blush forming.
"Oh dear." Rias sighed in exasperation.
The two once more met in a pummel duel, dodging, blocking and then throwing more punches at each other. While Majime was faster and definitely more skilled, Matsuda was much more resilient and only needed to land one solid blow to end the fight.
"Kick his ass, Matsuda-senpai!" Tomoki and Sohara cheered in unison.
It was nearly lost amongst the cacophony that was the gym. One group cheering for Majime. The other group, surprisingly large in number, cheering for Matsuda. Whether it was for the Afro, or Matsuda, no one knew.
"Give 'em nothin' short of hell, Takumi!" Kirika yelled. "Track Club pride, represent!"
"YOU CAN'T GIVE UP NOW, TAKUMI!" Genshirou roared, surprising his fellow council members. "BEAT HIS ASS ALREADY, DAMN BALDY!"
After their clash, the two separated again. Matsuda was heavily bruised, nearly unable to see out of his double black eyes. He stumbled a bit before leaning on one of the corners.
Majime on the other hand, was tilting on the spot. Matsuda managed to land a glancing blow on his head during their last clash, but it was enough to fuck up Majime's sense of balance.
"You know, I just challenged you to punish you guys for peeking on my little sister in their locker room," Majime stepped forward, stretching out his arms a bit. "But now, I'm at a loss. Such a waste, for someone so strong, especially if you're Hyoudou's underling. Talk about a fall from grace, Takumi-san."
Matsuda just stared a bit before throwing his head back and burst out laughing, silencing everyone on the gym and finally snapping Sona out of her shock.
After he managed to control himself a bit, he stood up back unto his feet. "You're wrong."
Majime raised an eyebrow but Matsuda went on.
"First off, I'm a pervert. I like to see girls and mentally undress them in my mind. Maybe go a little further in the future, with consent of course. Nothing will change that."
"Second, you seem to believe that it's a bad thing to be under Ise. That bastard, I've never been able to beat him once, y'know. Even before I became a pervert, he was stronger than me. Not to mention the good memories we had together. So trying to tell me that Ise is not worth being my leader is utterly laughable."
"And thirdly," Matsuda breathed in deeply. "You seem to be under the delusion that I'm gonna lose. Not a chance."
He took a step forward to hammer his point down. "I'm… going to… win!"
The ferocity and resolve he spoke with could have only been matched by the divine tiger his armlet held back within his body.
"You… win!?" Majime spat ferociously. "As if! You're barely staying on your feet! But if you want a fight…" He rushed forward, fists at the ready. "THEN I'M HAPPY TO OBLIGE!"
Matsuda merely breathed deeply and clenched his fists in combat readiness.
The clash that followed could only be described as absolute brutality. Two flurries of punches meeting one another head on, fist against fist, skull against skull, the true totality of strength that both fighters could bring to bear.
Once again, the two separated but before Majime could steady himself, Matsuda entered the runner's position again, this time launching off with both his feet and his left arm.
Majime could only put up his arms into a hasty guard. It wasn't enough as Matsuda definitely broke Majime's arm and sent him flying out of the ring.
"He's done it!" Issei yelled.
"No way!" Aika replied in shock.
Several of the girls in the gym, plus the Boxing Club were in similar states of shock.
"Unbelievable." Sona adjusted her glasses, glad that the madness was finally over and trying to ignore several of her own Peerage and Genshirou cheering for Matsuda's win.
"Do we do anything about this?" Tsubaki asked.
"...No. Let them have this." Sona turned around to leave, prompting her peerage to follow. "Small bouts like this are at least worth it for the entertainment."
Sona and her Peerage left and soon after Akeno kissed Matsuda on the chick for his win, which prompted a fresh wave of cheers and jealous cries from both genders, Rias and her Peerage left as well.
"I still can't believe you accepted the match for something like this." Sohara said, looking at the Boxing Club members setting up the room for them. "'The right to grant any order given by the winner to the loser's group for a week'. That's a dangerous bet you guys took."
"It's fine, isn't?" Motohama said as he held out an Ice pack to a grateful Matsuda. "It's all thanks to the Sacred Afro."
"""Praise be.""" Issei, Matsuda and Tomoki intoned simultaneously, causing Sohara to sigh in exhaustion.
"Now then." Issei took the podium after the last Boxing Club member left. "With this, I hereby declare the Red Dragon's Horde. No, the Cooking Club open and official!"
KingVessel: There we go. Please read and review.