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Madfrog: First up, that shit be lit, yo! I'd fapped to that guy's Raynare's porn without knowing it was him. Nice! In any case, the reason most authors don't write these kinda stories? Weakness, fear, and-or simply a dislike. The later I can respect the former two though? Worrying about what others will say or what it says about you...my brothers/sisters in Slaanesh, its a story. There are real world history shit and evil people that would look at our entertainment and laugh, finding it cute, or at worst, giving a thumps of up of approval and going all 'now you're getting it sport!'. So, miss me with that moral purity shit.
Jack: About that...
Veilan: Lol thanks. But I'm Sergeant Asshole of the Asshole platoon. Irl people either like me or hate me. No in betweens.
Anyway, here's another chomper.
"Issei-kun?"
Despite how much the name grated on him, Yami forced a smile as he looked at the Gremory heiress.
"Yeah, that's my name, don't wear it out."
The catgirl loli continued to stare at him with narrowed eyes, sniffing still.
Fuck. The brat was a chakra user or something wasn't she? She and her sister both? Fuuuuuck.
"You didn't show for school yesterday," the red-head said, tone questioning and inwardly, Yami sweated like a motherfucker.
Fuck. How do I spin this? I can't rely on my still baby tier genjutsu skills to deal with the walking temptation. Not with mister sensor right next to her. And tagging them both is out of the question either. For if I remember correctly, the cat-brat's siscon of a sister liked to hang out unseen around her, stalking her from time to time. And given that said horny cat is also an incomplete sage, by Naruto defined standards at least…yeah. No.
"I was busy."
"Busy doing what?"
"Well now, that ain't any of your business, is it Miss Rias?"
"Rude pervert."
He glared at the cat behind his sunglasses, doing his best to temper his irritation, and thankful for said glasses, hiding his ruby eyes from view. But if he got too angry, he doubted even those would help.
"Ain't you a little too young to be here pipsqueak?"
Koneko's eyes darkened at that and she let out a scary hiss, balling her fists.
"Anyway, I have places to be, so, much as I enjoyed talking to you, Miss Rias, flattie." At that Koneko winced, her anger leaving her, and Yami could easily imagine her ears going flat if they were visible. "I really have to be going. I don't want to be late you see," he said as he approached the duo, smirk in place, even if he intentionally shut of his sharingan as he passed them by, feeling almost blind as he did.
How the hell did I live without you, my precious? The world seems so dull now…
"Toodles~" he said, sauntering past, waving his arm and his fingers as he did. The supernatural girls making no move to either stop or follow him.
And as he entered the building proper and bounded up the stairs, ignoring the whispering and the pointing of some of the laggards, he let out a tiny sigh of relief.
Good. That could have ended up a lot worse.
"Butchou…"
"Yeah, Koneko. I felt it too, a malignant aura clinging around Issei-kun and—"
The young girl next to her shook her head. "No."
Making Rias blink.
"No?"
And the girl paused, a small blush forming on her face. "Yes, Pervert-senpai felt evil. And is rude. But not my point."
"What is it then, Koneko-chan?"
"Pervert-senpai, he has chakra. A lot of chakra."
Rias' eyes widened.
"What?"
And yeah, if he played the average apologetic bitchmade japanese highschool student he'd probably have had an easier time of it, but…
There's a limit to how much I can tolerate even for a lark. And if it came down to a fight… He pushed open the flimsy wooden door to his classroom. Sauntering in.
"Hyoudou Issei! Y-you're late!"
"Yeah, and your tits be sagging teach. Perhaps it is high time for you to finally get married?" he snipped back. Earning a gasp from the woman and the weaklings both.
"Has…has he become a delinquent?" one of the unimportant girls near the front row whispered.
"Judging by the all dark leather vest, the dark denims and the skull shirt, alongside the sunglasses? I don't know, you tell me."
"T-they aren't sagging are they?" the teacher whispered to herself with a sniffle, seemingly lost in her own world, groping her own tits, much to the enjoyment of most of the male half of the class, and even some of the girls.
I would have won, no doubt. Cause I'm an Uchiha and they are bitches. And even if the worse came to pass, I'd spring for the mangekyo 'bust open in case of emergency' casket of techniques. Hell, despite that wuss of an Uchiha whining about how much the Susanoo hurt I bet I could handle it, I'm built different.
Walking towards the back of the class his sharingan flared back to life as he glared at a no name mook, and the re-activation of his eyes filled him with an euphoric rush that made the world feel brighter all of a sudden. Akin to a manic rush, or downing a couple shots of espresso back to back, or doing a line…not that he would know anything about the later. Boy scout's honor, yes sir.
Damn. I doubt I can easily get the good stuff here, but then again, with my eyes? If the rush never fades? I doubt I need to anymore.
The mook met his eyes with a slow, stupid, blink.
"Move."
"Eh?"
"I won't repeat myself," he growled and the mook's budding anger at Yami's order faded, replaced by fear as he flared his chakra a bit, intermixing his irritation with it, and the idiot vacated the seat near the back and the window.
The true seat.
Yami plopped his ass down, threaded chakra down his body and chair, raised and dropped his legs on the table and pushed back, until the chair balanced on but two wobbly points, well past the point physics said it should be able to do so.
But then again, whenever Chakra and Physics got into an argument, Physics usually had to be carried away on a stretcher and her asshole stretched, filled with cream.
Damn I look cool! And the fact that this is training doesn't hurt either.
For what ninja worth their salt couldn't walk on walls and water? Hell, genin could do that! And for the progenitor of this here world's Uchiha to be unable to do so? Unacceptable! He'd be fixing that soon.
"I-issei such behavior and attire is against regulations," The sniffing teacher tried. "D-detention—"
"Shut it, saggy tits and get on with the program," he barked, glaring at her, flaring his chakra and, given that she stupidly met his eyes. Throwing a suggestion or two her way to stop annoying him. And the woman shuddered, nodded meekly, and started the lesson while the rest of the class stared at him, whispering.
Fuck! I'm already bored! Bullying the little turds has already gotten old. Perhaps I shouldn't have come? Eh. Fuck it. He wrapped his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling, pushing his chair back and forth, still somehow not falling, much to the ire of some of his nearby 'classmates' I satisfied my curiosity so that's something. Sides, nobody's forcing me to come back tomorrow. Still…boooored. I wonder how the fucker is doing. Bet he's having fun, unlike me!
"M-my lord?"
Panting, down on one knee, in the middle of the nearly empty park and sweating his ass off, 'awesome clone #2' still managed to raise his head and flash a smile in Raynare's direction.
"It's all good, don't worry about it," he said, waving the woman's arm away and climbing to his feet under his own power.
Heh. Even if I don't have the eternal mangekyo quite yet? Through this loophole I can still use the techniques to my heart's content…and what my chakra reserves can bear.
"As you say, my lord," the semen receptacle said, nodding and crossing her arms under her, magnificent, barely covered tits. And, noticing his stare, she smiled. "Perhaps, I could help you another way~?"
'Awesome clone #2' bit his lip and felt sweat drip down his back as he fought against the wiles of the vile temptress, but, eventually, he mustered enough will to shake his head.
"No, I'm afraid I can't do that. First the science then the bitches. It is the law."
Raynare's shoulders sagged.
"Very well, master."
Bitch this is harder for me than you, so shut your pretty little mouth! The second clone raised an arm and, cursing his cruel fate dispelled himself and a few meters to the now dispelled clone's right, another clone, sitting on one of the park's benches opened his eyes.
"Hmm," the first clone blinked a few times, frowning, and behind his dark sunglasses his eyes spinned into their evolved state and he observed everything around him. "As I thought," he said, jumping to his feet and approaching the fallen angel. "Now that I can compare it to a healthy set, the degradation is minimal but obvious, even from a single use."
The memories of his clone all but made it obvious. Not that it mattered, for with kage bushin? Yami could spam the techniques as long as he had chakra to spare. And besides, given what he knew from the show? Improved control and mastery of the sharingan would minimize the eyeball degradation in the first place. Take Kakashi for example. The man burned half his eyesight once he unlocked the mangegyo with a couple of uses, but during the war and due to his training, the fucker could spam kamui all day long only going nearly blind near the end.
And besides, the og Yami had no plans of ever using his true mangegyo before acquiring the eternal variant.
If I'm forced to do that? Then shit has really hit the fan.
Not that it mattered even then, as long as he survived. For as the broth brain's 100%, undoubtedly heterosexual life partner showed—their yearly training trips away from Sakura and Hinata were definitely just that, yes—even if you'd gone nearly blind, as long as you evolved your eyes while you could still see even a tiny bit and your hands had yet to go full furry, the damage would be repaired and Bob's your uncle.
"Raynare."
"Yes, my lord?"
'Awesome clone #1' felt his erection strain against his pants.
"Let's go home, I have something you need to take care off and then I need to go back to training."
"Fufufu~"
The girl strode up to him, hooking her arm around his as they made their way out of the park.
And he glanced at the girl for an instant, his lips curving into a cruel smile.
And speaking of the eternal teasing minx? That problem is on its way to being solved. The tsukyomi will see to that.
Yeah, he could have used the technique to torture or break the woman next to him through sheer pleasure. But, even if it was no koto…kato…Shusui's brainwashing technique. The tsukyomi could be applied in a far more gentle manner. Its touch far lighter but far more sinister.
And the nigh imperceptible changes wrought in Raynare's psyche, the way it went about bringing those subtle changes, imprinting his commands? Like the fact that she'd be unable to even think about spilling what she saw here today? Well, Yami had been observing the way the mangekyo went about fulfilling his will. Why, it already gave him new ideas which to implement manually with his plain old fully matured sharingan.
Obito, you should have been born on a hentai world with your eyes, you mad lad. You'd have drowned in pussy before long. Hell, Kuroinu with its cock hungry dark elf bitches would have been right up your alley!
He chuckled.
"My lord?"
"It's nothing, Raynare," he said, shaking his head. "Just imagining how much fun the og me is no doubt having right now. Stuck in school with a couple of whiny brats. While I?" his hand raced lower, groping the fallen's perfectly sculpted ass, copping a feel, making her moan and bite her lip followed by giving him a lid eyed panting stare. "Why, poor old me is merely going to have fun with you. Ahahahaha!"
Yami felt the sudden urge to punch himself.
Fuck. Clone me is having fun. The bastard. But then again, I chose to come here and leave the clone me with the fun job. So, well played, other me.
Still though, that didn't help with his conundrum.
Namely, being bored out of his skull.
The bell rang, signifying the end of classes for today and Yami leaped to his feet.
"Freedom!" he cried, ignoring the weird looks of the surrounding students and made a beeline for the loser's friends and future minions. "Yo, Matsuda, Motohoma." Thank god for inheriting this body's memories after noming the loser's soul. No way he could remember all the boring parts and rituals of the modern Japanese otherwise…even if he didn't bother so much as paying lip service to the whole rot. "So, you thought about my offer then?" he asked, a smile so innocent that butter wouldn't melt on his lips.
"Ah…" the baldie blushed once again.
"That is…" while the black-haired youth's glasses grew foggy.
"Yes, or no. Which is it?"
"Ara? What offer would that be?" a teasing, soft voice asked as a pair of slim hands wrapped around Yami's torso and he felt a head prop itself down on his shoulder alongside a pair of soft things poking him on the back as he turned his head slightly, meeting gold eyes.
"P-pervert!" Matsuda cried, pointing with a finger while sweat shone upon his smooth scalp.
Motohoma hissed like a cat, or a vampire that just saw a cross, and scooted his chair back a few steps making warding gestures with a math book.
"Back you fiend!"
Yami for his part merely blinked, and did not react as the girl's right hand trailed downwards, tracing the lower part of his abs over his shirt, before, seeing his lack of reaction, the girl's golden eyes met his and with a flush on her cheeks, a determined glint in her eyes and a small suggestion to lower her inhibitions, the slim hand shot downwards and after a moment's hesitation grasped his cock over his trousers.
"Ah~!" the girl gasped as his cock hardened further, pulsing, and he grinned in her direction.
"Found something you like, Ai-ka~chan?" he purred, and the scouter girl determination shattered into tiny fragments, her hand releasing his dick as if burned…even if the brown-haired beauty still clang to his back.
Not that he minded.
For her perky breasts and hards nipples felt quite pleasing against his back.
"Y-you are not Issei," the girl whimpered and he nodded.
"You are right," he said and the mooks still in the class broke out into murmurs yet again. "I'm the new and improved Issei. Call me…Yami."
"Oh kami-sama! Not only has he become a delinquent…"
"He's also turned into a chuuni!"
Yami resisted the urge to growl, opting instead to reach with his left arm backwards.
"Eep!"
"So, Aika-chan," he purred, the tomoe in his eyes spinning faster as he continued to fondle and massage the startled girl's surprisingly plump butt. "What say you and me ditch this place and get to know each other better, eh?"
"I…you…me…" the female pervert, unprepared for Yami's full frontal assault turned into a yammering, stammering, blushing mess. Her hot breath coming in short gasps, making Yami's ear stretch to shit eating proportions.
"Issei…the hell man," Motohoma asked with a wide-eyed whisper. "We have standards man. Not Aika, remember?"
His smile slipped and he glared at the idiot. "Yami. And I see no reason why I shouldn't help this beautiful flower blossom into a full woman," he purred and Aika shivered and opened her mouth to reply.
"The hell?" one of the no name female mooks whispered.
"When did he turn into such a bad boy?"
"He's…he's kinda hot—"
The door to the classroom opened before Yami could retort or Aika offer an answer.
"Issei Hyoudou?" a lyrical, gentle voice asked, and Yami's gaze snapped towards the doorway.
The doorway where a short-haired blonde, blue-eyed bishonen stood and Yami's retort died on his lips.
"Ah, there you are," the knight of the gremory said, a radiant smile on his lips, and for an instant, just an instant, Yami's mind couldn't help but superimpose an image of a blonde nurse in place of the feminine looking boy. "Apologies for the intrusion, but if you could come with me so we can talk in private—"
"In private?"
"Oh my?! Does that mean…fufufu~"
Yami felt his dick twitch, and his eyes stretched wide in horror and with quick, if somewhat gentle movements, he still wanted to plow Aika later after all, he dropped the girl on a table behind him.
"Eep!"
Taking a step to the side.
"Back you bishonen bastard! Back!" he cried, hissing like a cat and taking a step back. "Bussycheck—Raincheck! Raincheck. Yes!" and with chakra flowing through his body, jumped out of the classroom's window. "You can't catch me gay thoughts!"
"Ufufufu~" Hearing Akeno's chuckle as Kiba-kun entered the building, Rias couldn't help but sigh. "Rumor has it that you've started to steal the hearts of innocent boys now as well as innocent maidens, Kiba-kun~ Ufufufu~"
"Hentai," Koneko said with a glare. A glare aimed at Akeno, even as the cute girl continued munching on a cookie.
"Ah, that is…" the blonde knight gave a nervous smile, scratching at his cheek with a finger as he approached the gathered peerage.
"Kiba-kun, ignore Akeno."
"Muu~ Butchou~! Not the denial play!"
She sighed again, and pointedly did not look at her Queen. Lifting her porcelain cup instead and taking another sip of the fragrant green tea. Prepared to excellency, as usual.
"Your report, Kiba-kun?" she asked.
The youth gave a short bow and then gracefully lowered himself to a nearby sofa.
"Well, even if I can't say I've had the…pleasure of interacting all that much with Issei-kun—"
"Ufufufu, I'm sure."
Rias took another sip.
"Koneko, bonk Akeno."
"Yes."
The petite girl all but teleported.
"Ow!"
"Please continue."
"Ahem. As I was saying, from my brief interaction with Issei-kun? I have to say, that yes, it does indeed seem to be Issei-kun, if rather more…err…"
"Crass?"
"Yes. That sounds apt," her knight said, nodding. "But I have to reiterate that my interactions within him before had been rather limited and I am no sensor, like—" Kiba's blue eyes widened and he raised a fist, coughing into it. "My apologies.
"It's fine," Koneko said, voice subdued as she returned to her seat. Akeno staring at the tiny girl with a pout and flushed cheeks. "I…" the girl took a deep breath. "Pervert-senpai does indeed feel like pervert-senpai and…"
"He has chakra," Rias added, tone gentle.
"Un." The white-haired girl nodded, deadly serious. "But."
"But?" Rias asked with a blink.
"I…I have a suspicion, why Pervert-senpai seems different."
"Oh, please do share, Koneko-chan."
The tiny girl shut her eyes, her hands scrunching up the fabric of her skirt, every muscle tense.
"However and for whatever reason Pervert-senpai has unlocked chakra…I fear…he might have accidentally used Senjutsu during his probable fight with the mystery assailant."
Rias breath hitched and behind her and near her, she could feel Akeno and Kiba grow tense.
"You mean he's—"
Koneko, still not opening her eyes, merely shook her head. "Not like…like her. No. For I felt nothing of the sort from him earlier. But, the malice coating every inch of him? What else could it be but…but the remnants of nature energy still affecting him? He must have taken in some earlier, and even after he used it up, the stress, coupled with the…effects…"
"It made him go bonkers."
"Akeno!" Rias said with an affronted gasp, whirling her head around and glaring at her Queen.
"What? If Koneko's words hold any grain of truth, sugarcoating things won't help."
"It's the principle of the thing you s&m."
"Fufufu~"
Knowing a lost cause when she saw it, Rias sighed and shook her head, facing Koneko again.
"If your guess is anywhere near close to the truth, then we have a big problem in our hands. Kiba."
"Yes, Butchou?"
"Did he say anything before his…ahem, dramatic exit?"
"Ufufufu, not even boys are safe from Kiba-kun's vile predations any longer it would seem. Ufufufu~"
"Akeno-senpai…" Kiba sighed, wisely opting to not fight a doomed fight. "No. Butchou. Beside muttering something about a 'bussy'—"
Rias twitched and Akeno let out a tiny dark cackle.
"He merely said something about a raincheck and then…" Kiba shrugged.
"That so," Rias said with a mutter, furrowing her brows and looking at the porcelain cup in her hand, giving it a swirl and looking at the tiny ripples of the green liquid within. "Then we best hope he also shows up tomorrow and then we can—"
"A-akeno-senpai?"
"Fufufu. Come with me, Kiba-kun. I believe it's time to broaden your horizons."
Her head snapping towards the duo. Rias' mouth opened but by the time she thought of something to say it was already too late, for Akeno had already dragged Kiba away. Away to the nearby computer the room over.
"Butchou…"
Rias sent a bittersweet smile Koneko's way. "It's too late. We can no longer help him, Koneko-chan."
And indeed, but a few scant moments later…
"Oh god—Ow! That's what a bussy is?! But then, Issei-kun…eep!"
"Ufufufu~"
"Ahahahaha!"
Yami glared at his clone. The bastard sitting pretty in one of the kitchen's chairs, clutching his belly, having the gall to laugh at his own creator, his chuckles lessening for a moment, glancing back at Yami before the clone started laughing anew, clutching his belly, kicking his legs back and forth, and as a result forcing the chair back, causing the clone to land on his back and ass.
"Ow."
"Serves you right asshole."
"Owahahaha!"
Yami barely resisted the urge to kick the fucker, knowing it would most likely dispel the idiot.
Fucks sake, why can't I get some competent help around here?
"You done?"
"Aha…ha…yeah," the man said, a few last snickers escaping his mouth and Yami nodded.
"In that case." Not bothering to help the fucker up, Yami raised his hands into the appropriate handsign and—
"Henge!"
"What—"
"Oh~ What is it my lord, pyon~? Would master Yami like my personal help~ Pyon~?"
"Gah!"
The clone's eyes widened at the sight as the smoke around Yami dispelled and as a result the fucker slammed his head on the floor below with enough force to dispell himself and the memories slamming into Yami's head made him wince. And the sight of once again seeing bunny fem-kiba from the eyes of his clone…made him hastily drop the jutsu and resummon his clone.
Adjusting his pants as he did.
"How did the shoe feel on the other foot asshole?"
"Fuck you," the clone said, lifting up the chair and plopping down on it, followed by opening his mouth to retort before pausing and frowning in thought. "Huh. I have to admit…"
Yami nodded. "He looks disturbingly good as a girl, doesn't he?"
"Yeah…" the clone nodded, staring far off into the distance, lost in his own head and Yami joined him for a moment before, in tandem they shook their head.
"More leftover bits, courtesy of the loser?"
The clone shrugged. "How the hell should I know, I'm you, idiot. But yeah, probably. In totally unrelated matters… We need to get that gun off of Azazel's mits."
"Fucker you have a point," Yami grunted, before grabbing a nearby chair and, with its back facing the clone, sat down, forearms on the top rail. At least, with him resummoning the clone, he didn't have to verbally share his memories of the day, or the plan hatching in the back of his skull. "Still, what do you think of it?"
"The plan?"
"What else? Whether Raynare is a born again virgin? Or Miki will try to suck us dry yet again?" they both shuddered at that. Very thankful for the fact that chakra enhanced the body beyond mortal limits.
I need to unlock Touki.
"Dunno," the clone said, shrugging. "Sounds fun and it beats having to laze about around the house waiting for your lazy ass while we wait for her to show up."
"Baby don't be like that! You love me!" Yami said with a grin.
"You know it!" the clone replied, also grinning and they bumped their fists. "But yeah, it will help buy us time and sides, we always daydreamed about doing something along those lines if we could, did we not?"
"Hehehe."
"Hehehe."
The sound of the kitchen's door opening drew their attention.
"Ara? Two Issei…Yami-chans? Ufufufu~"
A twin shudder wracked their forms and they looked at one another as their mom stepped into the kitchen in a naked apron, and his clone grinned.
"No."
The grin widened.
"Bitch, don't you dare!"
The clone mouthed a 'fuck you' and then popped, leaving a dispersing cloud of black smoke in place.
"Ara?"
Resulting in a confused Miki and a grinning Yami. After all, he couldn't hate his own self.
Damn, I'm awesome!
Besides, even if 'awesome clone #1' didn't agree to come out to help later, clone #2 most certainly would, what with being blue-balled earlier today if the memories were to be believed. His dick twitched and Yami grinned.
Right. Teenage anime body coupled with chakra. Plus the scaly battery if needs be. What do I have to fear? Damn, I'm awesome!
"Oh, mom~"
"Eep!"
Fear not, my crestfallen children, the porn will return and no, Yami won't be joining any peerages or such crap, or even if he 'joins' later down the line, it'll be after copious amount of 'suggestions' ensuring that he's the boss and merely reaping the benefits of a devil body which...aside from imagination power being basically a faster sealing arts...is kinda mid. Why not get a dragon body for all that effort?
Oh, and yeah, no gay shit, fear not. Unless genderbending a few fucks, like Kiba and Casper, counts. But even then, not certain. It'll depend on my mood whether fem-kiba/fem-Casper will join, we'll see.