To answer Jack's question:
Depending on how you look at it, technically everything and the kitchen sink and also, at the same time nothing, zero, zilch, nada.
Meaning, he has the potential to use every mangekyo ability due to his suped up hax eyes, but at the same time its just that, potential. Unless he knows it exists and trains for it?
He won't get much besides the standard Itachi/Sasuke package and maybe Obito's shit.
And speaking of Obito, yeah, the Kotoamasukami is good and all...if you're mid. For all his faults, in this at least, Obito was king, for he didn't need no special mangegyo technique to brainwash whoever he wanted. Unlike Shishui.
"Goddamn but do you know how to—hnng! Work the shaft!" Yami grunted, buckling his buck ass naked hips forward, making his flimsy chair squeak as he drove his spear deeper into the semen receptacle's mouth. Raynare busy gagging and choking herself on his cock.
Her cool, wet mouth making obscene sounds as she bobbed up and down on his meaty shaft, her lips forming a vacuum like seal, her cheeks hollowing inwards as she layered coating after coating of cool saliva upon his meat.
"Gkh!" and Yami gripped his chair's armrests hard enough to hurt and, due to some unconscious usage of chakra, enhancing his limbs, making the cheap plastic buckle and crack as the vacuum around his dick intensified and the brainwashed slut's tongue darted left and right, slathering the underside of his meat in saliva, her moist tip meekly touching his balls, making them contract at the sensation and his dick pulse.
"Mpfh!" and watching her tear stricken eyes widen at his dick's motion, her purple orbs staring imploringly at him as Raynare all but hilted herself on his dick, her lips and nose touching his pelvis, her breathing tickling his pubes, Yami could no longer hold back.
"D-damn it!" his left hand fastened itself around the bitch's head and feeling his balls contract, his abs tensing, he all but folded himself atop Raynare's head, her hair tickling his pecs as he pumped thick gooey baby butter down the fallen's gutter.
"Gagkh!"
The slut proceeding to slurp it all up.
"Gagkh!"
Her mouth forming an inescapable vacuum, her throat contracting and massaging around his tip. Milking it for all its worth.
"O-oh my…"
And the sight of his new mom, flushed and sprawled on the bed, the sun drifting in from the nearby windows and highlighting her sweaty naked form didn't help matters, nor did the scent of sex and female bodies pervading the room.
"Gkh!"
And Raynare kept on sucking!
"D-damn…" he mumbled at last as his dick's pulses grew weaker as did the flow of sperm. The raging stream slowing down to a trickle, and he hastened to pull his meat out of Raynare's very willing mouth.
"Ah~!"
The girl's mewling sound of disappointment at him doing so immediately being replaced by delight as a few strands of sticky stuff glazed her magnificent perky tits, making her startle and her breasts to jiggle.
"You're a fuckin semen demon," he panted.
"Language, Issei—Yami-chan!" his mom scolded and Raynare's eyes twinkled as she licked her lips of the sticky residue and, raising an arm coated in the sperm that landed on her tits, proceeded to slurp that up too. Never breaking eye contact as she did.
"Immortal angel, my lord," the woman purred, and Yami's dick twitched at the sight.
"And I believe it even more now," he murmured, eyes wide, the swiveling tomoe within spinning even faster so as to ensure he engraved every moment of this to memory.
Raynare's shoulders shook and Yami jumped to his feet as the purring woman started to lift her hand again.
"Anyway!"
"Ah?"
"Raynare, I need you to leave and go gather me stuff relating to magic, do whatever it is your comrades…" he paused and looked at the wide eyed woman kneeling by his feet in faux confusion. "Err…I assume you have comrades right?"
"Of course!" the woman said with a scoff, crossing her arms and pushing her tits up, making Yami lick his lips before shaking his head.
Power first. Tits later.
"Right, right."
As if I didn't know that you silly bint, but, I have to play the oblivious fool here and there. For now.
"In that case, go and do whatever it is you're supposed to be doing, gather up magic book stuff—"
Not that I care overmuch about that, but, again, I have to keep up pretenses.
"And then come back by nightfall and—tell me, are there such things as magic wards?"
"Yes."
"Good, then either ward this place, or arrange it so that other people won't be able to detect your continued presence."
"But—"
"Now get dressed and get going, I have shit to do and you ain't it."
The woman sighed, her shoulders slumping and rose, nodding.
"As you wish, my lord."
And in short order, got dressed and flew outside the window.
"Now, mom."
"Yes, honey?"
"Cook me up something, I'm famished!"
"Yes, honey!"
Watching the woman jump off his bed, her milfie bakery and her tits jiggling enticingly, Yami licked his lips.
Perhaps…perhaps I can take a few minutes to catch my breath. Yeah. It's not like the shops won't be open for the rest of the day.
And following his new mom down the stairs and into the kitchen, seeing her work in the nude, he felt his dick harden. Yeah. No rush…
Pushing the shop's door open and hearing the chime of the bell, the smile slid off Yami's face as he stepped outside and into the busy street, the yammering of the muggles and the engines of cars reaching him as his grip tightened around his purchased bundle and with his right hand he reached upwards, ensuring his new black sunglasses remained in place.
He glanced at the parcel in his left hand, and grinned as he stepped away from the door, following the sidewalk.
For it would seem that this body's memories had been true after all, and unlike his previous world and its copyright bullshit, the dxd realm was not filled with derivative crap but the actual og works, like Dragonball and, more importantly, Naruto.
With a merry tune on his lips, and thankful of his sharingan granted eidetic memory, he started making his way back towards his new home, fighting the urge to cackle madly as he did. Cause during his time in the shop and the shops before, and before he purchased a few things, payed by the cuck already at work of course. Well, Yami had spent a few minutes flipping through the pages of the entire Naruto manga.
Well…not quite a few minutes. But still, nothing that a few applications of hypnosis to the stuff trying to bother him couldn't fix. And so, at the end of the day, Yami now possessed the hand-signs for a lot of techniques.
All?
Not by a long shot.
But still, better than his previous nothing and with this, he now had a base to build upon and, curiously enough, the tiny scribbles on some of the pages, the ones symbolizing fun…fin…the sealing arts, caused his eyes to itch. So, an unexpected boon there, for it would seem that with some practice, and after he got the clone technique down?
Well, sealing allowed its practitioners to make the universe their bitch and he very much wanted that!
And with Raynare out of the way for his morning excursion, he had little to fear of her catching wind of his preparations. Nor did he care overmuch about this world's magic. Not before he could get his hands on that sweet sweet Rinnegan, and before that the Eternal Mangegyo, with which he could analyze the shit out of this realm's magic and not have to switch his race to access the fuckin thing, or worse, do math. Ugh.
…not that he had any problem with augmenting his race. But, it would be on his terms and time and not on some thot with chess pieces.
Swerving to the side, and avoiding some chump in a suit, their gazes met for but a moment, and Yami's eyes pulsed as he continued on his way, the grin on his face widening.
"You get a brainwash, and you—" he met the eyes of a big tittied milf and moved on. "Get a brainwash. Everyone gets a brainwash~!"
Well no, not really. But and given the fact that I am not Obito and don't have the simp's natural talent for this, I really need to put in the time and thus, why not try and apply…'suggestions' all the time? Got to start somewhere. Ehehehe…
After all, the best way to get better at something was to practice the shit out of it.
And everyone in this town showed such eagerness to look him in the eye and lend Yami a helping hand in doing so…
Rias, sitting on the other side of Sona's desk closed her eyes, a grimace on her lips.
"I see…" she said, voice tight as her heart yearned for justice. "And you're certain of this?" she asked, meeting her friend's eyes. The bespectacled, black-haired beauty arching an eyebrow in response as the heiress of the Sitri held her hands in the gendo pose.
And you say I'm the otaku? A momentary smile stretched across Rias' face as with hand, she absentmindedly straightened out the school uniform's short skirt, the motion drawing her friend's eyes, the black-haired beauty clad in a similar attire, only, Sona's…the front of her shirt, unlike Rias…
"I've confirmed it myself, and even went as far as to have my Queen check for me. Issei Hyoudou did not arrive at school today," the woman said, voice cool, aloof, even as she glared at Rias, or rather the stretched front of her shirt.
They'd found their mystery victim it would seem.
"M-maybe he's just sick or—"
"His parents did not call to inform us of anything of that nature."
"Oh."
"Yes."
Then that meant that either the assassin, probably a fallen, had taken care of the boy's parents in some fashion or another. Whether that meant a mind-wipe or more…permanent means. That, was anyone's guess, and rather dependent upon the mercurial nature of the assassin themselves. And given that the species wasn't known for its emotional stability…
"M-maybe—"
"Rias," Sona said, looking at her with pity.
And Rias let out an angry growl, causing her scarlet locks to flutter away from her face as she smacked against the back of the sofa, crossing her arms.
"I know!" she growled. "I know…" sighing, she raised her right arm and massaged her nose. "It's just, despite his…peculiarities—"
"Ara ara~ That's one way of putting it."
"Shut it, Akeno," she said, glancing at her smiling Queen, standing by her side, the very picture of elegance and grace…for those who didn't know the woman personally. "As I was saying." She glanced at the black haired beauty who merely opted to smile beatifically at her, not saying anything in return. "Despite his, problems, Issei-kun was still an innocent and a student of this school and resident of this town both."
"True." Sona nodded.
"A town that is under our protection, too!"
"Also true."
Rias leaned forward, her blue eyes blazing, her lips set into a scowl. "What are we going to do about this mystery assassin who dared harm one of our precious people?"
"I'm working on it, Rias," Sona said.
"Working on it isn't good enough—"
"Rias, despite how it might seem to you, I do have a school to run, something which you'd know more about if you didn't offload most of your duties to your Queen."
The scarlet-haired beauty winced and drew back, averting her gaze towards the nearby open windows from which a few sakura leaves drifted in alongside the smell of spring and dirt as she scratched at her cheek.
"Ah! That is…"
"Be patient, Rias. We'll find out the identity of this new problem soon enough."
"Ara~! I do believe. How did those wonderful people on the internet put it? Ah, yes!" Akeno slapped a fist on her palm as she smiled beatifically at Rias, filling the redhead with a sense of dread. "Butchou needs to calm her tits!"
Her face turned as scarlet as her hair.
"A-akeno!"
"Ufufufu~!"
"Glagkh! glagkh! glagkh!"
"D-dammit!" Yami struggled to maintain the handsign.
In hindsight, asking Miki to help him in his training by attempting to distract him had either been his most brilliant or his most stupid idea yet.
Sweat dribbled down his brows as he gritted his teeth, trying, and failing for the most part, to focus his chakra in what he felt to be the correct manner. Trying…for his mom was doing her darn best to suck his soul out through his dick.
"N-no! I'm better than this! I won't lose!" he growled and redoubled his focus, while Miki, on her knees redoubled her efforts and for an instant, Yami almost gave in to the temptation to fling himself back, drop on the couch and forget about training entirely. But no. He couldn't afford to do so just yet.
Any two bit scum could off me right now if I'm not careful. Yes. I have the potential to be endgame dragonborn, but, for now, when even base bitch bandits could kill me, I need to train like a motherfucker. Motherfucker. Heh! He met Miki's own determined eyes, the woman's cheeks hollowed in, the membrane wrapped entirely around his dick, caressing, embracing and sucking like her life and pride depended on it.
"Gkh!"
And Yami lost the fight, going cross eyed, his knees growing weak and trembling while the pencil that'd been sticking to his forehead flew off as he lost control of his chakra, smacking into the floor a few feet behind Miki as his hands wrapped around her head, training forgotten as the beautiful brown haired milf obediently remained in place, swallowing pint after pint of his baby butter while sweat dripped freely down his naked form.
"Hot damn mom," he said as he shot his last drop, drawing his cock back, freeing it from its velvety wet prison and the sight of the woman holding her mouth open, tongue hanging out and coated in his sticky milk before she drew it back in and swallowed with an exaggerated, obscene gulp, making his dick twitch. "You can suck a golf ball through a straw…" he muttered in awe.
"Fufufu~" the woman's pale exposed shoulders shook in mirth. "Mommy knows best, yes? My baby prefers his mom to that feathery slut, no?"
"Goddamn, what have I unleashed?" Yami muttered as the purring woman raised a slim, soft hand, touching his thigh and pushing him on the couch behind him before she proceeded to climb atop him.
Training it would seem, could wait for a bit.
The brat would pay.
Granted, Raynare's moments of true lucidity so far had been far and few in between, but then again, it had hardly been a day yet.
And yes, even in those few moments, she could scarcely act, much less truly control her body. But it didn't matter.
"So, why do you want all this again?"
The absurdly powerful brat had played with her mind and one way or another? She would have her vengeance on her lord—
Oh no…Curse you my master…
She turned and tilting her head back some, she sniffed in the blonde loli's direction as Raynare added a few more magic books and paraphernalia to the basket in her hand. "That's not something you should concern your tiny little head with."
"Forgive me for asking then, 'your highness'," the blonde fallen said with an eyeroll and turning, made her way down the hallway towards the main area of the basement under the church. "Bitch."
Raynare would normally punish the brat, but, her lord's commands took precedence.
Ah~ I wonder, will he reward me again?
Feeling his chakra spreading through his body, his pupils dilated and frowning as he slowly went through the handseals for one of the techniques he'd memorized earlier today.
The sharingan might not bestow the same visual acuity as the byakugan, namely to peer into things, but it still allowed him to observe the flux and flow of his chakra to an extent, and coupled with the instincts generously imparted alongside his eyes and the fact that he'd never had chakra before being thrown into this world and thus being able to clearly sense the wonderful energy?
Well, Yami was improving by leaps and bounds lets just say.
Coming to the last seal, he felt the jutsu take and next to him, a slightly see through hollow clone, or henge as they were more commonly known, sprung into existence.
Yami nodded to himself, grinning, before the henge vanished with a puff of smoke and he let his hands drop, glancing at the woman snoring cutely on the couch and then at the extra pair of shoes by the door.
The cuck had already returned from his day of making money for Yami like a good little slave and had already tucked in for the night.
Which was good.
After all, Yami intended to, metaphorically, wring the old man dry, like Miki and Raynare kept trying to do to him. And Yami refused to break his toys due to not taking good care of them.
Yeah, they might be his slaves in all but name, but, they were his.
A feeling of weight settled around his left arm alongside a warm pulse and he glanced at the sacred gear around his limb.
Heh. I had the instincts and now, I have the soul of a dragon, and, perhaps, if I so wish it the body of one as well? Ehehehe.
The gear pulsed once more and Yami shook his head.
No way fag. I'm not stupid enough to tangle with you yet. Settle down your pretty scaly battery butt and I'll get to you in good time. For now, there's more training to be had!
Still in the nude, he crossed the living room, and grabbed another couple of pencils from the table in the center of the room sticking one to his forehead with chakra once again and holding the others in reserve.
I might have respectable reserves. As his earlier experimentation before, and after he tired out his mom had shown. But my control could certainly do with some improvement, especially if I want to bust out the good shit down the line.
Plopping down on the floor, shivering at the cold sensation before decidedly ignoring it, he dropped the spare pencils by his side, closed his eyes and set about trying to meditate. After all, that way lead to sen…sin…the nature chakra crap, which let pathetic wusses like Naruto throw down with the likes of Pain.
And he wanted that power.
Besides, if it was good enough for the man's man, Jiraiya-sama, it's more than good enough for me!
Oh, he had no illusions that he would get it on the first try, nor did he intend to truly try before he'd grown stronger. Both chakra and sharingan wise. But the prep work alone would help him grow stronger in its own right as well as strengthen his control.
All things which he liked quite a bit.
Fuck this is boring!
Still, he persevered to the best of his ability for some time but, even if he would never admit to it, he felt quite thankful when Raynare all but slammed the house's front door open and strode in, carrying a fat stack of books in one hand.
"Boy, am I glad to see you, semen receptacle," he said, jumping to his feet with a smile, ignoring his startled mother on the nearby couch as he made his way towards Raynare.
"My lord?"
Ignoring the woman's words, he placed his arms on her shoulders, making her grow nervous and squirm.
"Eeh?"
"Tut, tut. None of that," he said, and his palms cupped the woman's head firmly, if gently as he stared deep into her eyes, his tomoe spinning lazily.
His grin widening at what he found.
It would seem that his suspicions were true. With merely a few hours practice earlier today he already found so many little things he'd done wrong.
Obito-sama, I kneel. You were a fuckin genius, no doubt about that!…But you're still a fuckin simp.
Oh, Yami had little doubt that a small application of tsuky…tsaki…the mangegyo brainwash technique could 'fix' the issue, but he had little reason to do so when he still lacked the eternal mangegyo and thus would irrevocably damage his eyes. No, unless he needed to do so, like the difference between life and death, whipping out the good mangegyo shit was right out, for now.
He patted the girl on the shoulder and stepped back, crossing his arms. "Now, what did you bring me?" he asked and the flustered woman's eyes drew down to his very much erect penis. "There'll be time enough for that later, semen receptacle, now, my loot?"
"Ah! Yes," she said, and with a nervous smile, passed him a bucket full of books.
Yami took hold of it, glanced at its contents and nodded. "Neat." Before dropping the thing on the floor like yesterday's trash. "I'll check it out later, now, you interrupted my training and thus." He stepped closer, and, uncrossing his arms, smacked the fallen's left bubbly butt cheek with his arm.
"Ah~"
"You need to be punished."
"Yes, my lord, I'm sorry, my lord," the woman mumbled as she dropped to her knees and Yami absentmindedly played with her long black hair.
"Good girl, yes, just like that," he mumbled as he felt her lips wrap around his pecker, but his mind remained elsewhere. Namely on his future plans, his training, and on how to get that naughty teasing bitch, the eternal mangekyo.
He had a few ideas about that, but before that? A chuckle burst free from his lips and the pencil fixed to his forehead wobbled for an instant.
It might have been foolish—
Ok, it was foolish, but still!
For during his experimentation, and seeing that he didn't feel all that tired, Yami tried the broth brain's signature jutsu.
On the bright side, he remained amongst the living, thus, that alone all but solidified his hunch that his reserves were girthy to say the least.
That aside though. A measly two shadow clones made him feel like he'd been sprinting for a couple minutes straight with a pack of hungry rottweilers after his ass.
Not pleasant, but tolerable.
And things could only get better with more training and thus bigger reserves and control both.
"Muu! Not fair, budge over!"
"Mmpf?! Bwah—W-what?!"
"Hehe, mine~"
In an instant, his mom dropped next to Raynare and, pulled the woman's mouth off his dick, only for her own to replace it, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Yes, Yami loved his new life and he had plans for tomorrow.
Not that he intended to keep it up for long, but, given the opportunity to flex on some normies and maybe scout out a few girls for his harem? Yami, in his magnanimity might be able to spare a day or three to keeping up the act.
"Yo, Issei, where you've been man?"
Yami's eye twitched and his smile threatened to slip as he turned towards one of the failure's old friends. Namely the bald one.
This might be harder than I thought. He stepped past the gates and into the school area proper.
"And what's up with the clothes?" the glasses wearing pervert added and Yami flashed the duo an arrogant smirk.
"New attitude, new looks," he said, and before the duo could do or say much in response, he approached them and threw his arms over their shoulders, holding them close.
"Is that…the fiend?"
"And what is he doing with those two?"
"Could it be…the fabled boy love?"
"Ew! But…if it's boy love~ Then even the fiend…"
Yami's smile slipped and he glared at the whispering girls around the campus.
"Mind your business you depraved perverts! Nothing is going up this butt!"
Some of the nearby girls huffed and rolled their eyes at him, but others seemed undeterred.
"So, does that mean he likes to be on top?"
"Oh my~"
"Tsk!" with a shudder, Yami dragged the pair of idiots further towards the main building. "Pay no heed to them, lands, in any case, tell me," he looked at each of the weaklings in turn, eyes creased behind his sunglasses and a smile like the devil's own on his lips.
Time to get me some minions.
"Would you like to get a girlfriend?"
"Woah?! What are you talking about, Issei?"
He resisted the urge to head-butt the bald teen.
"Did you find a new game? Is it perhaps the new one I've been hearing about for the past couple of months?" the glasses pervert asked.
"Not talking about any game here, lads. But real women, real tits. Thighs, asses, the works."
Cause the easiest way to earn a man's loyalty is through his dick, or giving him a dick pleaser.
The duo gasped.
"So, you interested?"
Plus, its extra training for me and a way to put the bitches I don't want for my harem to good use. Ehehehe.
The pair paled and stammered, a blush on their faces as they steadfastly avoided his eyes.
"For if are, I can make it happen—"
"Hyoudou Issei!"
He came to a stop. In front of him, but a few feet from the school's door, with the crowds respectively, almost deferentially swerving around her, stood none other than one of the two famed girls of this here silly school. And judging by the unmistakable scarlet hew, the thighs that could crush a man's skull and the tits that could awaken the dead? Yami had a pretty good, hard, solid idea as to the girl's identity.
"Go along, boys," he said, pushing the two idiots free. "I'll be with you shortly." He grinned at the redheaded beauty and mirrored her crossed arms. "What can I help you with Miss Rias?"
Damn! The anime didn't do her justice! Look at the tits and the hips on this bitch! Yeah. I'm definitely adding her to the harem. Her and her milf of a mother both!
"Issei…that is you, is it not?" the girl asked, frowning, somewhat surprised by his tone, and Yami resisted the urge to put those pouty lips of her to work.
He made to reply, only for the sound of someone sniffing to make him pause and gaze at the redhead's side, where a white haired loli gazed at him with an intense expression, sniffing the air as she did.
"The hell?" he murmured, shaking his head and focusing back on Rias' thighs as a gust of wind lifted her short skirt just a bit higher but then, he remembered a few things more about the white-haired flattie.
Ah, fuck.
Goddamn, food poisoning sucks balls, see if I ever eat at your place again asshole! Also, I have to say, it's hilarious how the modern internet is infested with simps.
I make this account, log in, and in the first 5 minutes or so what do I see? A pm.
Of course, some only fans thot advertising her crap.
Not even ffn is safe from dem bitches.
Goddamn simps ruining shit.
Respect the hussle though.
