Replies,
Mangaworm: Yeap.
Mandvisahuxx: I'll be honest, took me a minute, the Itachi-Sasuke bit, right? Sadly I doubt it'll happen.
Madfrog: Well, Miki certainly had fun, yes. As for the clones, here, let's hear what #2 has to say about it.
"The horror, the horror..."
Yeah, sounds about right. But more seriously, if I wrote every sex scene taking place with how much fucking is and will be taking place? Well, we'd hit the excalibur arc...eh, before 2077, or thereabouts :xD
WiggersDiagram: Only 2017? Damn got to be worse than that. Also, thank you for your contribution to the butthurt counter~
# triggered bitch counter: 5
Issei looked at her, wide eyed as he worked his mouth.
And Rias merely winked at him as she waited for an answer, hands behind her back and leaning forward some, swaying left and right some and, as a result drawing the teen's eyes to her breasts. Making him gulp.
"Neh? Issei-kun?"
After all, the best way to deal with such matters was like ripping of a bandaid or a bit of tape. Best done in one go and as fast as possible.
"R-rias-senpai?"
The surprised teen gulped again, opening and closing his mouth in quick succession as he furiously thought on how to answer, no doubt thinking she was on to him.
Well…she knew of, at least some, of his activities. Or rather those of his alter ego, yes. But, Issei needn't worry about her casting judgment over him exacting his vengeance on a bunch of fallen and some no good exorcists who undoubtedly had done a lot of bad things. And didn't the fact that he even could do so in the first place mean that Sona worried over nothing? For if Issei-kun could march into the stronghold of such an enemy by his lonesome? Well, that boded well for her and her plans. Cause even if the now fallen and their allies were no doubt on the weaker side? The ability to do so as a, mostly, still mortal human?
Yes. She grew more and more certain of her decision by the second.
"Mouuu~! Yes, or no, Issei-kun~!"
She really shouldn't get involved.
Sona nodded to herself, drumming her fingers on her desk, feeling the smooth wood going 'thuck' 'thuck' with each tap while her Queen, standing at attention on the other side of her desk, ever dutiful that girl, continued with her report. Yeah, she really should let things be and fall where they may.
What business of hers were Rias' plans with the poor human. Yes, Hyoudou may be a student in her school, but Rias, and Sona herself for that matter, were Devils. And, much as she did not agree with the, pardon her words, retards, of the Old Satan faction. Even if she were quite polite and mindful of her sister's delicate position, the sister Sona adored and thus she would never give voice to such words in public, or at least, nowhere near where they could be overheard by parties that might cause issues for her sister.
At any rate, much as it galled her to do so? In certain matters, the retards were right. Devils were superior to most mortals. And thus, didn't that all but ensure that she and Rias could do as they pleased with the lives of the mayflies that were mortals? Yes. One single life wouldn't matter much. Especially if it potentially meant that Rias, her best friend could earn her freedom.
Yes.
Undoubtedly…
Her fingers landed on the desk one after another and didn't rise again.
"Kaichou?"
Blinking, she met her Queen's eyes and offered a wan smile as she pushed her chair back and rose.
"Apologies, but, we'll have to delay this briefing I'm afraid."
"What…Kaichou…" her Queen froze and a small smattering of red spread across the girl's cheeks. "I mean, apologies my Lady, we can of course…"
Sona merely shook her head. "Fret not. It has little to do with you. My mind is merely preoccupied with another matter."
One measly human life, against the freedom of her best friend.
A mere human life, yes. But one belonging to one of her students. And, besides, if she started on the path of doing what's convenient versus what was right. Well…
"One, that takes precedence I fear. But fret not, I won't be overlong," she said and strode for the door as her confused Queen merely nodded and within Sona's mind memories of events she hadn't experienced but which she had learned about studying in her family's library growing up danced, the images, even if conjured by her imagination painting a grim picture. For if she started down such a path and given her natural gifts and intellect both which until now she had little reason to utilize to their fullest extent? Then pretty soon, she might become worse, or at least follow in the path of her species creator, the Lightbringer and his ilk. And she refused to put her sister through that again, but this time even worse as Serafall would be facing Sona…
Sorry, Rias… she stepped out into the hallway and made for the stairs and the path leading to the school grounds and where she could sense her friend.
Now Sona, by dint of how their families had arranged things and the laws of their species, as well as courtesy to her best friend couldn't outright forbid Rias from asking Hyoudou to join her, either in permanent or not fashion. But, and given that her friend would no doubt be pulling the veil from the boy's eyes in regards to the wider world. She, at the very least could offer him a way out in a manner of speaking and she had an idea as to how to do that. Sorry, but I won't compromise on my principles. Not even for you, Rias.
For that way lay damnation alongside Serafall's tears.
"L-let go of me you stupid bastard!" Mittelt shouted as #1, or rather, until the og returned, Yami approached. The blonde girl struggling to escape the grip of his clones.
Or at least, putting on a great show of pretending to do so.
After all, while like the og, Yami could not tell what was currently going on through his own duplicates' heads, he could guess. And if said guess was anywhere near close to the ballpark of being correct? Well, then the two lazy bastards pinning the girl on the bed, hands on the girl's arms and legs, spreading her. Then no doubt, the pair of lazy fuckers were putting nowhere near maximum effort in doing so. Probably barely enhancing their bodies with chakra in the first place.
Thus, given that for all that she appeared human and young, Mittelt was anything but, and if so desired she could have probably broken free?
"You bastard! Fiend! Scum! What are you planning to do with me?" the girl asked as Yami reached the edge of the bed, changing her tune, opening her eyes wide, moisture gathering as she sniffled and even raised her voice's pitch. "Have you no shame? No decency? To do t-t-that to a defenseless girl? Do you even know how to use that monster between your legs? H-hmf?"
Yami snorted alongside his clones while behind him, somewhere near the door still, Kala let out a needy whimper and the sounds of clothing shifting around reached him.
Not that he cared all that much about what the needy tall angel was up to. The og could deal with her later.
"Oh, I assure you, my dear."
Mittelt's cheeks blossomed into a nice cherry red at that, a silly smile springing into existence for an instant before she scowled again.
"I very much do know, how to use this monster. But fear not, you are about to have a first hand demonstration of said fact."
"Bastard! H-hmf!"
Yami climbed on the bed, approaching the beauty, ignoring her words and, reaching out with one arm, traced a line with his hand on the girl's left leg, making the girl shiver.
"As for your play at being a 'young defenseless beauty', we both know that ain't true, don't we?"
Mittelt blinked.
"Cause you most certainly ain't no loli."
Mittelt blinked and then sniffled, thin lines of tears running down her cheeks.
"At last! Someone—"
"For I'm fucking you, or I'm about to at any rate," Yami continued, interrupting her. "And I don't do lolis! So, you ain't no loli!"
Mittelt's words died in her throat and she gave him a flat stare.
"Master…you are an idiot."
"That may be the case, but this 'idiot'? He's about to rock your world you silly cow, now, ready or not~"
Yami reached out with his arms, chakra flowing through his limbs and, with the creepy laughter of his clones serving as the event's orchestra, he tore Mittelt's dress and the rest of her clothes to shreds in a few quick motions, throwing the discarded bits aside.
"Eep!"
Leaving the blue-eyed beauty blushing and shivering as she lay naked. The haughty expression melting of her face, replaced by the blushing visage of an inexperienced maiden exposed to the eyes of her lover on their wedding night.
Eh. From a certain point of view? Not that far off from the truth. Cause my bitches are mine forever more!
"Oho? What's this," he said with a grin, his arms traveling up and down the petite girl's naked thighs, enjoying the shivering of her soft nubile flesh as he looked down at her exposed mound, a moist trimmed patch of yellow greeting him back. Moist, like the rest of the petite beauty's exposed pussy. The juices leaking down from her slit, doing so at a prodigious rate, intending, it would seem, to irrevocably stain his parent's beds.
And he didn't mind not one bit.
For Miki was his. As for the workcuck? Well, let it never be said that Yami couldn't do 'nice'.
After all, he did not go with his original idea of having the male fallen become his dad's gay lover, and so, the workcuck should be grateful. And besides, even if the idiot would no longer get some, at least the place would reek of it. Reminding him of better times.
Hehehe~
"D-don't stare…i-it's dirty…" Mittelt whimpered, her eyes soft, vulnerable as she avoided his gaze and Yami blinked.
"Mmh, maybe so," he said with a nod…before gripping the girl's thighs firmly and with his two clones holding her in place lowered his face towards her snatch, the delicious potent scent assaulting his nose making his pupils dilate, a growl rise from the back of his throat and he locked eyes with the blonde. "But, I like dirty, hehehe~!"
"Hehehe~"
"Hehehe~"
"N-no! W-wait I didn't clean myse-eeee…ooohhh~!"
Mittelt's words died in her throat as Yami dived in, his lips attaching to the girl's flower like a lamprey, licking up and down, left and right, lapping up her juices like a man dying of thirst while holding the whimpering lolita's trembling legs at bay. The girl throwing her head backwards, tongue lolling out and letting out indecent moans as Yami, with the fervor of those wandering the desert for days on end, teased and prodded at every part of the girl's pussy his lips could reach, left fold, right fold, the places where thigh ended and the puffed lips began and—
"Fou~"
He blew a soft gust on the blonde's exposed button before giving it some tender loving too.
"Ah~!"
Making Mittelt howl as she thrashed in their grip.
And as the girl all but threw her back out in her convulsions, spraying and coating Yami's face with a deluge of delicious sweet juices, so different than Viser's in both taste and magical flavor and yet with similarly potent effects, he grunted as he desperately flooded his limbs with more chakra, and heard similar grunts from his clones.
Hastening to keep Mittelt's legs at bay as the convulsing, moaning beauty, did her best to crush his head between her thighs but, before long, she calmed down, and lay there, panting, staring at him with flushed eyes.
"T-that was…wow…" the sweaty girl murmured, looking at him with a blushing, unguarded, smile.
And Yami snorted.
Making the girl tense and her defenses to spring back up.
"W-what?"
Heh. It would seem that despite her bravado someone's not all that experienced if this is all it took.
Shaking his head, licking his lips clear of the last bits of delicious nectar he rose to his knees and nodded in the direction of his clones, who, with a puff of smoke, also divested themselves of their clothes.
"E-eh?"
The blonde's head swiveled left and right with nervous energy.
Well, not that experienced, or it's been quite a bit of time since she last did the beast with two backs…or both. Yeah, it could very well be both.
"M-master?"
"Yes, Mittelt."
"W-what are you—"
"Oh." He cupped his right cheek with his right palm as he climbed to his feet, plastering an innocent expression. "Isn't that obvious, my dear?" he ignored the girl's blush as he leaned slightly forward, a devious grin spreading and ruining his facade. "I thought I made it clear that this was to be your punishment—"
"P-punishment?" the girl squeaked and Yami rolled his eyes.
"Do try and keep up my dear," he said and snapped his fingers, looking at the clones. "Hoist her up," he barked before smirking down at the unresisting girl as the clones lifted her up. "Yes, this is your punishment and we've only just begun. But rejoice, shojo."
"Eh?"
"For you are about to experience a jutsu devised by yours truly!"
#2 gripped Mittelt's hands as he positioned himself behind the girl, while the newest arrival, #3 shimmied down on the mattress, squeezing between the girl, his rock hard dick pointing straight at the girl's pussy while his head lay close to Yami's feet as for Yami…
Mittelt paled.
"Ehehehe…w-wait. Master, surely you aren't about to…"
He reached out and caressed the girl's cheek with one palm, the girl's eyes momentarily fluttering close as she leaned into the contact.
"Fear not, my dear. This will be harder for me than it so for you. Yes."
#2 snorted, and an instant later #3 joined him.
"Hehehe."
"Hehehe."
"Hehehe."
The spell broken, Mittelt's made to speak but before she could do so, Yami's other hand joined the first and, firmly gripping the girl's head, forcibly pulled her downwards.
"Kyaaa!"
Pulled her, until her wet cool lips wrapped around his dick.
"Mmf."
The girl gagging a bit at the unexpected act. Not that they intended to give her the time to ponder it for right after Yami thrusted into the blonde's mouth…
"Tally ho~!"
"Take it deep you little slut!"
#2 slid his own dick inside the girl's butt while from below, arching into a bridge, #3 slammed his cock into Mittelt's pussy.
"MMF!" making the girl scream around Yami's dick, her eyes flaring wide.
And Yami, holding on the girl's twintails started pistoning back and forth.
"Glack! Glack! Glack!"
Mittelt, for all her apparent nervousness and general attitude wrapping her lips around his throbbing dick with the gusto of a fat girl on a diet that managed to sneak in a lolipop past her physicians watching eyes. Her cheeks hollowing around his member, wrapping it in a mucuous, velvety throbbing embrace, her wet tongue swiveling back and forth, teasing and massaging every inch of his shaft while the tip of said tongue, peaked past the girl's lips, plastering his balls with drooling licks each time he slammed his hips forward.
All the while, she gazed at him with a furious, tearstricken gaze.
"Heh. Not so arrogant now, are you you brat?" he taunted, and even as her eyes narrowed, her nostrils flaring and smacking a gust of air on the base of his meat, Mittelt's efforts in attempting to swallow his meat whole seemed to double. "So, how do you like my 'spitroast a brat no jutsu'?"
Mittelt offered no reply, or at least, not a clear verbal one.
"Glack! Glack! Glack!"
"Gkh!" Yami felt his toes curls as he felt the arrogant brat smirk around his dick, the girl redoubling her efforts to suck his soul out of his johnson.
"D-damn!" #2 grunted, as he pumped in and out of Mittelt's tight arse.
"Cheeky little brat!" #3 grunted from below, sweating and bellowing as he pumped in and out of the pipsqueak.
As if she could tell, or suspected what his thoughts were, Mittelt's eyes narrowed and she proceeded to all but take control of the pace, bobbing her head back and forth, Yami's hands around her twintails serving more as a lifeline then reins all of a sudden.
"S-shit!" he grunted, feeling his dick twitch, his balls beginning to journey upwards. "Lads! Square up!" he shouted. "We are not about to lose to a silly brat! Time to kick it up a notch!"
"Right-oh!"
"Get corrected you slut!"
In tandem, a red gauntlet sprang into existence around each of the clones left hand.
[boosto!]
[boosto!]
[boosto!]
The shout in triplicate filled the room and Mittelt, barely had the time to process this.
"Mmf?"
And Yami grinned as comprehension began to dawn in the girl's eyes. He gripped the twintails tighter and, with his eyes spinning, evolving, #2 and #3 doing the same, a purple aura erupted around them, joining and enhancing them as they filled their bodies with chakra.
"I will admit, Mittelt," he said, slowing down a tad and giving her a nod of respect. "I didn't expect you to push us this far, but…No further. Spitroast a brat no jutsu, gear secundo!"
"Haaah!"
"Haaah!"
All three of them started pumping in and out of the surprised blonde with a fervor that made their previous pace seem positively lackadaisical by comparison. Hips slamming forth and into Mittelt's body with force enough to shatter concrete, much less a mortal woman's body. But, the girl merely let out a long reverberating moan around his dick as Yami filled her mouth with his dick, her throat ballooning with each thrust and, for a moment he couldn't help but experience a momentary bout of fear.
For if this failed…
As clones, they couldn't push the [boost] any higher, and they didn't yet have access to senjutsu so…
But, thankfully, after a few more seconds of this, Mittelt's eyes rolled into the back of her skull and #2, filling her arse, let go of the now broken girl's hands, which dropped bonelesly down her sides and next to #3 who still pumped in and out of her no doubt tight cunt.
And the sight of the defeated, corrected brat filled Yami with a deep sense of satisfaction, and, helped by the blonde's tongue still swiveling around his member he felt his release fast approaching and so, with a few extra thrusts followed by hilting himself to the bone, feeling Mittelt's nose and lips buried in his pubes and round his member he pumped load after load of sticky baby butter down the girl's gullet just as the clones followed his lead, slamming their parts and also starting to fill her up.
Mittelt, for her part, obediently gulping his bitter milk down.
"Glack! Glack! Glack!"
Until, a few seconds later, courtesy of the chakra enhancing him alongside the [boost], Yami stood, hands on his hips and a proud grin on his sweaty face as Mittelt, listless, hang from his cock, weakly nuzzling it with her tongue while from behind, #2 mirrored his pose.
"So, did we learn our lesson?"
Mittelt, starting to come back to her senses met his eyes.
"Mmh…"
And Yami, folded his arms. "Hmm, I don't know, that sounded like it lacked conviction, didn't it lads?" he asked, meeting #2's eyes.
"Yeah!"
"That's right!" #3 added from below.
Yami grinned.
"Well, there you have it, so, I'm sorry to say, Mitt-chan—"
"Mmh?"
"Buuuut… Your punishment must continue~"
"Mmh! Mmmmh!" the girl tried to shake her head, but still attached to his dick as she was she failed to do so, and, Yami, thankful for the power of chakra and the boost both, used this excess of stamina and power the way they were meant to be used.
"Fear not, Mitt-chan, uncle Yami's got a game for us to play~!" he said, "here's a balloon animal~!" and began pistoning again.
By the end of the second round, Mittelt was a well fucked sweaty mess, by the end of the seventh and as the clones felt their reserves of boosted strength finally run dry after their absurd pace, the little blonde, had sprouted hearts in her eyes which, admittedly was somewhat disturbing to see in real life, still, as they lowered the nigh unconscious beauty back on the beat, they exchanged high fives.
Sweaty, exhausted, and yet pleased with a job well done.
"Ahh…That was a cheeky brat," #3 said, wiping his brow.
"Indeed," #2 added. "But, cheeky or not dis was a good fuck and as expected she lost to cock."
"The cock," Yami added with a grin.
"Yeah, can't beat the cock man," #2 said and as Yami opened his mouth to reply the bedroom's door slammed open and, with a feeling of doom, all three clones swiveled 'round, and whimpered, for at the door…
"Ara~ There you are~" Miki said, standing at the door with an angelic smile. One arm on her cheek as she looked over all three clones, licking her lips. "That's no good, Yami-kun, you've been a baaad boy~"
"Eh? What are you on about, mom?" Yami asked, desperately trying to buy time. Time enough to find a way to escape this hell. For next to Miki, eyes downcast, a blush on her face stood Raynare, whom Miki held by the arm.
"Ara? Ain't that obvious? Ray-chan here told me how you've been all but neglecting her and her needs."
Et tu? Raynare?
"Ah…is that so?" he asked, throat dry, for behind the two girls, Asia and Viser also stood, shuffling on nervous feet with silly smiles on their faces.
"Yes!" Miki said with a bright smile and stepped into the room.
"M-my lord! Run away! I'll…I'll protect you!" Kalawarned said, unexpectedly stepping in front of the gaggle of beasts and spreading her arms, and Yami felt an unexpected surge of hope.
"Mmh…bad girl," only for Miki, to drop her arm away from her cheek and swat Kala on the butt.
"Eek!" making the tall girl blush, squeak, and jump to the side, clutching her rear and lowering her eyes.
Goddammit…
"Now, Yami-chan, be a good boy. Fufufu~"
Yami glanced at the two clones, the clones glanced at him.
"Brothers, it's been an honor serving with you."
"Same here."
"Aye."
"Will you stay with me?"
"We are with you to the end, cap."
He nodded.
"Then onwards! To glory!"
"Ara~ara~"
"Fufufu~"
"Onwards, men! Show no fear!"
Miki licked her lips.
On a clearly intellectual level, Kuroka knew that she had scarce little to fear from this wet behind the ears kitten down below.
"Err…Rias-senpai? Supernatural? W-what are you talking about? Ahahaha…"
And yet, pushing her control to its absolute limits, in fact, to levels she scarcely ever had reason to do so before. The shapeshifted woman, drawing deeply of the gift of nature, of the world's breath. Did her best to intertwine herself with the natural world and in turn, have the world intertwine with her.
"Come on, Issei-kun, don't play the dummy with me, I know you know that I know."
"…err, what?"
"Mouu~!"
Each of the world's breath becoming her own, each of hers, serving as the tiniest sip of 'air' for this beautiful planet due to her acting as one of the world's tenketsu. For that was what it meant to be a Sage.
Give and take.
Take and give.
Unlike what her little kitten feared. The world was ever eager to speak if you but listened and extended a hand, and eager to hear your words in turn. But, due to that event, her little kitten had some, shall we say, apprehension in regards to senjutsu, which, granted Kuroka might have played a teensy tiny itchy bit part in. Not that it mattered much in the long term, for, it could be fixed with time.
…that is, assuming Kuroka found a way to deal with the little problem of the monster in human skin spouting pretty little lies in the young devil's face.
Oh, sure, he played the part of an inexperienced kitten stepping into a wider world perfectly. But that hunger coating his aura, that dark malignant hunger coating and staining the very fabric of the world around him as well as those terrifying eyes of his? Even if curiously hidden behind a most impressive illusion?
Kuroka, despite her best attempt to suppress it, shuddered atop the branch, thankful that, for all of the danger she sensed from the youth's gaze, the child had never bothered to look up. Cause she didn't know how, but, as it had often been the case in the past, and in part what had led to her finding about her old master's plans and thus, saving her kitten, so did she now had a sensation, an inkling of a premonition that if the little devil talking to the scarlet-haired girl had bothered to glance up, not even her deepest and most complex weaves of illusion or the boon senjutsu offered her, namely the melding with nature making her all but invisible to normal chakra sensing methods, not even that would have been enough to hide her from that gaze.
The same way that she somehow knew that, despite the apparent ease with which she could squash the human if she so desired…aside from the diplomatic incidence that would cause and the danger to her sister. Somehow. Somehow she had the sensation that the bearer of what she was pretty sure was the boosted gear…even if her words to Vali might have exaggerated a teeny tinsy itchy bit that she was 110% certain. At any rate, she knew deep in her shapeshifted bones that the monster that used chakra in weird and uncomfortable ways would survive somehow.
Thus, about the only thing she could now do after letting her emotions overwhelm her and she decided to spy…visit on the monster and her sister again…Well, she could do nothing more than sit still and pray that the teen didn't glance up and so, force her hand.
The arrival of another devil child, as well as also a sibling to one of the satans did little to help her racing heart.
"What do you want, Sona?" the redheaded girl asked with a huff, turning away from the boy whom she'd all but been flirting with those last few minutes as she, if the teen didn't know of things before, all but revealed the existence and workings of the supernatural world to.
And, for a moment, Kuroka, felt genuine pity for the boy. For if her sister's and the rest of the little devil's suspicions were correct, and given what she knew of chakra, aside from the confounding ways in which the child below used it. Their suspicions of the child having suffered some sort of split personality could hold a merit of truth. And if that was indeed the case? Well, the stupid little heiress' and her actions just now all but damned the kid, assuming he could ever fix and overcome his issues, but then, the pity within her heart was shoved off a cliff by her irritation.
How the hell does he do that?! For the light, almost invisible touch of chakra sprouting from the child's eyes? She had little idea what to make of it, or what the aim of the convoluted flow was meant to achieve in general.
"Hmf! This is my school too, Rias."
Kuroka, didn't know if she wanted to turn the little human into a smear or pick him up, shake him back and forth, demanding to share his secrets before snogging him thoroughly.
"Hmf! That may be, but I'm having a private conversation with Issei-kun, and I don't remember inviting you. Nee…Issei-kun."
Feeling a sense of morbid curiosity, and despite knowing the saying about curiosity and cats, Kuroka couldn't help but inch forward on her branch some and glance down, thankfully the trio of teens didn't notice or care to look up. But the sight of the redhead groping her tits, while smiling alluringly in the boy's direction filled her with dread.
"You don't want Sona here, do you? You are fine with just me, yes~?"
The dread turned to despair.
Oh great. Teenagers flirting. What did I do to deserve this?! Bits and pieces of her life these past few years flashed through her mind. Ah. Right. That would do it, yes.
Ok. Not what I expected when I escaped hell…left the house today, but this? Yami did his best to suppress his un-Issei like grin while in front of Sona and Rias, the duo in the midst of a heated argument. B~e~a~utiful! Oh, baby, I can most definitely work with this! Hehehe~
And by the looks of things, Lady Luck, it would seem not only sucked him off but came round for seconds as well!
For during their 'talk', there'd been nobody around, at least nobody he could detect, nor anyone of importance. Allowing him to weave and slip his…suggestions, with ease. Even if they were relatively tame ones and to his great delight? Rias took to them like a fish to water!
Admittedly, he'd been a bit surprised when the girl all but stated she was a devil, what with her leading questions and all. But, after that, she made it piss easy for Yami to lead the conversation in the direction of him…helping her against the turkey. Almost to the point that for a moment he wondered if the girl had intended for something of the sort but…
He stared at the beauty flashing a haughty smirk towards Sona, Rias groping her massive tits as she did…even if by the looks of things behaving like an ojou-sama wasn't something Rias had all that much experience in.
…Not that it mattered, for despite her haughtiness all but oozing fakeness, Sona, eyes narrowed, cheeks red as she glared at Rias, or rather Rias' boobs, fell for the bait, hook, line, and singer.
"You… you big tittied no good airhead…"
"Honhonhon~" If Yami still harbored any doubts as to Rias' weeb status, her clearly practiced if still very much fake ojou-sama laugh clued him in, the girl even raising her palm in front of her mouth as she did. "Tis only right that the fates favor me~!" Rias grasped her boobs again, and Yami could swear tick mark after tick mark spread across Sona's face and on the wind a low shuddering moan could be heard.
Yami couldn't help it.
Going a bit overboard, aren't we?
He snorted.
And both the girl's eyes flitted towards him for but a moment, and Sona blinked, before her eyes narrowed. The spell breaking.
"Well played, Rias. Well played," she said after a forceful exhale and a stiff nod in the redhead's direction.
While Rias for her part—
"Mouuu!" dropped her facade in an instant, pouting as with clenched fists by her side stomped one foot on the thin grass below her. "Issei-kun!" she cried, whirling about to face him with teary eyes and a frankly adorable pout. "Why did you have to interfere?! It was going so well too! I almost had her!"
Sona sighed.
"I'm still right here, you know that, right?"
Rias at least had the good decency to blush.
"Eep!"
And rub her cheek with one finger, steadfastly refusing to meet Sona's eyes. "Ehehehe…"
Causing the black-haired beauty to sigh again before turning cool eyes towards him.
"Regardless of my friend's antics," the girl said while Rias continued to whistle and gaze anywhere but the two of them. "Much to my regret, I trust that she has…informed you, yes?"
Yami resisted the urge to grin.
"If by that, Sona-kaichou, you mean that Rias-senpai has made, what I would call, some pretty out there claims…normally that is, then yeah."
Sona's glasses glinted.
"Normally?"
Ah, shit. How would the failure react? Right, right. Reluctance and submissiveness with perhaps a hint of a spine?
"Well, yeah. Normally," he said, a hint of steel there at the end. "For…err…recent events these last few days help lend quite a bit of credence to Senpai's words…" he trailed off, looking to the side and at the school building with what he hoped was a distant expression.
"Hmm," Sona's hum sounded encouraging. "Then it is as we thought. As I thought…Dammit Rias…" the girl said, sighing. "Then."
Blinking he met Sona's resolve filled gaze. "Then?"
"She has informed you about us, of what we are…" the girl trailed off, leadingly.
And Yami, being the good sport he was, obliged her. "You mean, devils?"
Sona groaned, raising a hand and massaging her nose. "Dammit, Rias…"
"Ehehehe…"
"Then…" Sona dropped her arm. "Then, I trust she's also gone ahead with that harebrained scheme of hers?"
Right. Confused and slightly stupid. Stupid and slightly confused!
Yami raised a hand to his cheek, scratching at it and furrowing his brows. "Err, yeah? I think? Senpai did say she's in a bit of a pinch and that…that…"
Add a splice of fear and revulsion.
His dropped his shoulders, gazing at the grass beneath their feet. "That he could prove to be of help to her."
Now, for a pinch of self disgust~
"After all, he is more proficient with this strange new power…" he trailed off, scowling and, folding his arms, looking to the side with a scowl.
With only silence being his answer for a couple of seconds.
Enough to start making him sweat.
Oh shit! Did I overdo it?
Sona sighed. "Hyoudou…"
Crap-crap-crap!
Sona, once again, felt torn between cursing Rias for her foolhardiness and hoisting her over her shoulder, carrying her to some out of view spot and actually punishing the stupid sexy redhead.
Cause as Sona had suspected, and judging by Issei-kun's self hating expression, things had more or less progressed as she'd expected they would.
The teen, still off kilter from his recent experiences, nonetheless tried to put on a brave front and foolishly agreed to help one of his crushes.
Probably both out of his inherent goodness as well as a desire to bury his guilt, fear, and conflicting feelings over his recent experiences and the acts of this 'Yami'.
For a scant second she sent a glare Rias' way, the redhead having the good decency to wince before flashing her a weak smile, but by then, Sona gazed at Issei-kun once again.
"Hyoudou…nay, Issei-kun," she said, voice soft, gentle, making the teen startle and blink. "Despite my opinions on the matter what Rias did can't be undone. But, you believe her then?"
The youth shrugged. "Well, even if I've yet to see actual proof. I see little reason not to, what with…with…"
Dammit Rias…
By the looks of it, as she'd suspected and feared, the boy was teetering on the edge with his inner fight, and Rias' foolhardy plan all but threatened to send him spilling over. And as one of her students, she refused to see it happen on her watch!
Somewhere behind her, amidst the far off students clamoring could be heard. She ignored it.
"In that case, you should be pleased."
"Eh? Sona-kaichou?"
And even if she could not outright forbid Rias from going through with her idiocy? She wasn't entirely without means.
"Rias, the big idiot that she is—"
"Hey!"
"Might have decided to rope you in to her harebrained scheme, but I? I happen to harbor my doubts."
Issei-kun sobered up at that, standing up straight. "If you doubt my conviction—"
She shook her head, a tiny smile on her lips. "It is not your resolve I doubt, Issei-kun," she looked Rias' way once more, making the redhead blink before the smile on Sona's lips turned into an impish smirk and the redhead's eyes started to widen, no doubt, her friend suspecting something. "But rather, your strength. Your body."
"Eh?"
"You see, what Rias has roped you in, even if it is unlikely to result in permanent injuries…or worse," she trailed off. "At any rate, it is still a fight between high level combatants. Or supposed to, at any rate," she murmured giving Rias the stink eye once more, making the redhead wince.
Serves you right! So what if you have bigger tits! They are nothing but fake! But imitations to the glory that are butts! And mine is quite perky and taut! Hmf!
"So, even if I can't outright block her boneheaded decision, not without merit at least. I wish to test your strength."
Hyoudou arched an eyebrow.
"And how do you propose to do that, exactly?" he asked. "…Sona-kaichou?" before belatedly adding that last part.
As I thought, he is teetering. Even if a bit…very much a pervert! Issei-kun was normally quite a bit more respectful. And judging by how he didn't even react much to Rias groping those cow udders of hers? He is very troubled. This is for the best.
"Simple," she said with a smile. "Rias has informed you about peerages?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Then this simplified things, I propose a test, a 'mock' rating game, if you will."
Rias grew alarmed. "S-sona—"
"But, you are of course free to decline," Sona badgered on. "But, in that case, I'm afraid I can't in good conscience allow you to join Rias and participate in her rating game."
"Y-you can't do that!"
The clamor and shouting grew behind her.
"Hmf!" reaching up with an arm, she pushed her glasses up her nose. "I'm afraid, Rias, you'll find that I very much can. Remember, this is my territory as well and unless Hyoudou-kun has agreed to join your peerage—"
"I haven't."
She nodded in thanks. "Then this decision very much depends on me as well."
"Mouuu!" Rias stomped her foot again.
"What will this 'rating game' entail exactly?" Issei-kun asked.
"Simple. I propose that tomorrow, after the schoolday has ended you join me and my peerage for a…physical I guess you could say. We'll put you through your paces and see if you are strong enough to take part in the actual game. How does it sound?"
"But Sonaaaa," Rias cried, making her sigh.
"Yes, Rias?"
"My peerage and I as well as Issei-kun need to train! If you push him to his limits then—"
"Fear not, Rias, I have no intention of pushing him to to his breaking point, or so hard that he'll be unable to join you for training if he so desires. Merely to test his combat effectiveness."
Rias grumbled, prompting Sona to roll her eyes.
"Besides, there's nobody stopping you and the rest of your family from training. And, from a certain point of view, this will also be a kind of training for Issei-kun. And speaking off." She met the eyes of the contemplative teen, who rubbed his jaw in thought. "Your answer if you will, Issei-kun."
The teen nodded. "Yeah, ok. That doesn't sound too bad, and if nothing else, it will be interesting and…and I'll get to see how devils fight as well…"
As well. So he has seen how fallen fight, eh?
"Very well, in that case its settled," she said with a nod. "I'll be expecting you—"
"There you are!" a somewhat intense female voice said, the shout coming distressingly close and Sona, starting to turn towards the approaching sound of feet running, managed to nonetheless catch Issei-kun's rapidly widening eyes and paling face.
"Oh shit!"
Curious, what could cause such an effect—
"Outta the way!" the voice said.
"Oof!" Shoving Sona to the side, as a panting brown haired, glasses wearing girl run past her with a crazy grin.
Barreling like a missile towards Issei-kun.
…who promptly spun about and started running like mad.
"Nigerundayoooo!"
"Dammit! Get back here!" the panting Aika shouted, sprinting after the teen.
Sona worked her mouth a few times, no sound managing to come out before, sighing, she reached up and once again fixed her glasses. "Well, at least he doesn't seem to be lacking in the stamina department."
Yami licked his lips and shuddered, and it had little to do with the weather or the wind that buffeted him as he squatted near the rim of the building or the honking of cars below and the chatter of the passerby.
No, rather it had more to do with the fact that Aika?
Aika had been distressingly difficult to lose.
The madwoman, had followed him for quite a while beyond the boundaries of the school, somehow managing to keep pace with his low level chakra enhancement until Yami, parsing through his terror remembered that he had actual superpowers now and quickly clambered up a building before doing like he had done the night before and hoping over a few rooftops in his bid to escape the beast.
And speaking of beasts.
…while in the process of hopping from rooftop to rooftop he almost lost control of his power and by extension his balance when the memories of the clones hit.
The memories showing how they went down fighting. Fighting against an insurmountable group of foes. Foes that Yami had no desire to face off against right now or walk into their den. At least, not until he recovered enough chakra to be able to bring in some reinforcements of his own.
And so…moving after his near mishap until he sat perched near the edges of the town, he waited and recovered.
"Release me miscreant!"
The incensed female voice made him blink.
"Do you have any idea who—gkh! Who you are touching?"
Turning his head to his right alongside his torso and glancing down from his corner, a most peculiar sight awaited him.
"Hehehe! All I know is that we are about to have fun, ain't that right boys?"
Namely of a white-haired beauty whose long locks cascaded down her back, and a ribbon just as red as her furious eyes hang on the left side of her hair as the buxom girl struggled in the grip of the ruffian holding her wrists while his lackeys, grins on their faces, slowly closed in from each side of the alleyway.
"That's right boss!"
"Damn boss! You've found a looker as usual!"
The apparent leader, smirked and glanced at his boys even as the girl dressed in a beautiful if very revealing white dress, continued to impotently struggle against the man's grip. But, leaving aside their differences in size, one other reason for the girl's difficulty in breaking free quickly became apparent.
That is, the ugly dark bruise lining the front side of her torso, staining the front of the dress vermilion red while the bruise continued on the sides. And, like young siblings following in the footsteps of their big bro, many smaller cuts and bruises lined the rest of the beauty's torso as well as her arms and legs.
Yami snorted.
All those gold trinkets, bracelets and earrings? I bet those didn't help matters either.
No wonder the scum below accosted the girl.
She looked like an easy mark. For fun and fun.
"What can I say boys? I aim to please," the leader said. "And speaking off," reaching with his free arm, the man cupped the girl's chin. "How about you get to pleasing us, if you know what I mean?"
Chuckles erupted amongst his crew.
Up above, Yami snorted.
About that…
And with a tiny push, jumped and fell, smashing down into the ground on the back of enhanced legs, barely feeling the impact.
"What the?"
"Where did this asshole come from?"
Landing in the middle of the gathering, near the leader and the no doubt, ojou-sama who lacked in real world experience and was about to become an nhentai number.
Which, normally, he'd have little problem with.
But…
This was Kuoh.
His town.
And that being the case?
"Howdy boys!" he said with a grin and a two finger salute, adding a wink for good measure.
Yami was the only one who could pillage and rape—and brainwash—round these parts. After all, if you didn't stamp such practices early, establish boundaries as it were? Then idiots from all over would attempt to walk all over you. And Yami intended to be the one stomping not the one getting stomped. He had enough of being weak. One lifetime of that sufficed.
"Who the hell are you?" the tense leader asked and in response, Yami's grin widened, his chakra flared, causing even these unaware npc cretins to tense and flinch in the presence of a bigger predator.
As they should! Bow before Uchiha superiority!
"Mmh, wrong question," Yami said, yawning.
"The hell you on about?"
"No, not that either," he said, ducking under the hastily thrown punch from one particularly brave idiot trying to flank him from behind. His own fist rising, slamming into the man's face.
"Gkah!" the sound of pain, mixing with that of broken cartilage and bone, coupled with that of a skull smacking into stone as Yami felt something warm flow round his palm.
Gazing at the red coating of his fist, and ignoring the shouts and the tense atmosphere around him, Yami merely blew on his fist, disturbing the thin layer of donated blood. "Rather, what you should be asking is what will happen to you, and about that?" Yami grinned, dropping his Henge, pushing his chakra to the max and even manifesting the boosted gear, more for the cool factor than anything else. "I have some bad news."
And then, he transformed into a whirlwind, darting left and right, smacking people, breaking bones and limbs as if they owed him money.
"T-the hell?!" the leader cried after a few moments where all his comrades lay on the ground, groaning and screaming in agony…Those that were still conscious at any rate. "S-stay back or s-she gets it!" the man cried as Yami turned his eyes on him, arching an eyebrow as he did. "The hell…are you her protector or something?!" the man mumbled, fumbling with one arm with his pocket, retrieving and brandishing a knife even as with his other hand, he brought the mysterious girl close to him, holding her close and bringing the knife close to her throat.
Yami snorted.
"Something like that, yeah," he said, playing along, even if he had no idea who the girl was and taking a step forward.
"S-stay back! Didn't you hear me? I'll kill her!"
Yami snorted again and, with his tomoe spinning, met the man's eyes.
"Fool."
"Agk!
Who promptly froze, the arm holding the knife opening without his volition, and the steel blade clattering on the pavement as Yami approached and, carefully prying the girl free, whose red eyes remained fixed on him, he gently held her and then met the terrified leader's eyes.
And grinned.
Making a fist he drove it right under the man's solar plexus, snapping the ribcage but, more importantly, due to the force, all but exploding the idiot's heart.
Who with a nigh silent wheeze promptly fell on the ground with unseeing eyes and Yami, still holding the girl made a slow turn, gazing at all of the terrified gang-members, who'd fallen silent.
"So, this is how it's going to be, fellas. Name's Yami," he said, grinning and with his free hand jamming his thump towards his chest. "Kuoh is my territory. Rape is a no go."
Can't have people muscling in on his turf after all.
"As for you all? I don't need to know your names or who you are. You are all my bitches. If I come calling you bitches better answer. Spread the word." Meeting the eyes of one of the luckier members, Yami made a V with his fingers and pointed at the weakling and then at himself. "Remember, I got my eyes on you bitches…heh, eyes." Chuckling he turned and, with the girl in tow and stepping over a few groaning idiots, they made their way out of the alley before he looked at her.
"Now, little hime—"
"I am not a princess, I am—"
Rolling his eyes and not in the mood, Yami raised a finger, placing it on the girl's lips and silencing her.
Something which, judging by the widening of the beauty's eyes, followed by a furious glare nobody had ever dared done before.
Yeap. Spoiled brat confirmed. You are lucky I was in a good mood today.
…that, and with his currently still fragile hips…body, Yami didn't feel all that comfortable adding in more girls to his harem. He needed to grow stronger to tackle the members already present for fucks sake. As well as a couple girls he had his eyes on.
So, adding in some, admittedly gorgeous, but nonetheless random girl of the streets? Yes, would be nice. But his hips didn't lie. Thus. No. Not yet at any rate.
"I don't care who or what you are, hime," he said, and feeling mischievous, with the arm snaking around the girl pulling back some, he slapped the girl's juicy backside.
"Eep!"
Making the hurt beauty jump and blush.
"Thoust dare…Eek!"
And before the girl could react, hoisting her up in a bridal carry and starting to run.
"Put me down you fool!" the girl roared, but, nonetheless did not move or attempt to free herself.
"Nope!" Yami said, shaking his head. "I don't know how it is where you are from, but, round these parts, hime? We take wounded people to the hospital to get treated. So, buckle up."
At that the girl, merely let out another mutter of 'idiot' before, by the looks of it, relaxing in his grip.
Kali, or rather, in her current state, Durga, didn't know whether to slap the fool holding her in so intimate a manner or reciprocate in thanks.
For after her meeting with the insolent brat and…the result of said meeting…
Well, she hadn't felt weakness and pain such as this in millennia.
Suffice to say, she'd gotten beyond rusty it would seem, resting comfortably in her laurels, her past glories and strength which, by the looks of it she'd forgotten how to properly wield. She would have to do something about that after she recovered.
Still, if nothing else…
Durga glanced at the enchanting spinning red eyes of the youth carrying her in his surprisingly strong arms before she pouted as the youth used his chakra to once again veil the visage of his eyes. Not from her eyes, not truly, but still, half-veiled as they were they lost quite a bit of their luster.
She smiled and, allowing herself to drop her guard some, she was after all in the hands of someone loyal to her. Otherwise why would the little fool dedicate yet another heart to her, right in front of her nonetheless?
Durga, sighed, closed her eyes and lay her head on the youth's warm chest. Happy that even in her damaged, delirium and pained filled state her senses still worked as they should and, following the thin trail as best as she could she'd made her way towards the youth who drew her to this town in the first place, the youth clearly desiring to be her priest before being accosted by those mongrels and saved by said youth.
She let out a tiny snort as the exhaustion overtook her and, in the safety of loyal hands allowed herself to do what she hadn't had the need to do in ages, that is let sleep claim her.
Fool. A goddess like me doesn't need human medicine but…it couldn't hurt…
She'd think about how to repay her debt to the youth once she had recovered her strength…
After leaving the girl in the capable hands of the doctors, and liberal application of suggestions may or may not have taken place, the girl whom hilariously had even fallen asleep in his arms.
Yami, with lead in his heart, started making his way home.
Home.
Where the beasts waited.
Fuck.
Goddamn. I wanted to be done with the fallens sex scenes the previous chapter and instead I'm still left with Kala's...sigh.
Oh well, next chapter it is.