This fic has a godlike MC. Don't like, don't read.


"Are you sure that's all you want?" The featureless being asked, completely perplexed.

"Yes. Dungeons to grow stronger and collect money, and access to the Gamer Store." A casual voice responded.

ROB was flummoxed. His usual modus operandi was to fuck over his clients solely for his own amusement. He was no longer allowed to do that and had already received two strikes on his record for doing so anyways. A third will result in him being fired, i. e. flung into the void, so he resorted to messing with new souls in the most annoying, yet unnoticeable ways to get his enjoyment, but with how tiny this guy's request is, there's no way for him to actually do anything without being noticed.

"Are you sure you don't want to spin for an Essence or two? I promise they'll be worth it." ROB tried.

The client gave him an odd look. "Why are you trying so hard? The things I want are simple."

"Too simple. You're supposed to have fun in the next life and your simple choices would limit that."

The client kept his suspicions obvious, but ultimately agreed. "I… guess."

"Great!" A giant wheel with a literal infinite amount of choices appeared beside him. "All you have to- who are you?" ROB interrupted himself as he saw a woman in a sharp pantsuit holding a clipboard sitting beside his client.

"Have you not read your emails? I am here to monitor you to make sure you no longer fuck over any clients for your own amusement. Go ahead and spin twice, sir. Your suspicion was warranted, but you no longer need to feel that way." The woman spoke.

The man spun the wheel, while ROB pouted at his desk. The first spin ended on Essence of the Archmage, and the second on Essence of the Grandmaster. "Do you know and understand these Essences?" The lady asked.

"Yeah, I've read fanfiction."

"Good." She said with a professional smile. "The world you'll be in will have some small, but good surprises for you. Have a pleasant second life."


"Whoa, shit!" He exclaimed.

He blinked and went from a white office space to a massive bedroom. He laid on a king size bed, a large window looked out into backyard, and there was three doors. He stretched himself on the comfy bed like a cat, and accidentally found two vials. He looked at both, and saw the labels on them. One was a pretty blue labeled 'Essence of the Archmage', and the other was a bright gold labeled 'Essence of the Grandmaster'.

He downed both vials without hesitation, and allowed his body to become acclimated to it's new powers. As he rested, memories filtered into his mind about who he was, and his history.

His name was Takeshi Yamamoto, and he was a nine-tailed fox.

Millennia ago, back when yokai and humans were warring, his father, a then two tailed kitsune, fled Asia as a teen, and gained sanctuary in Africa. The deities of Africa were the oldest and most powerful of all the others. They are nowadays mostly forgotten, even to the point where their gods aren't ranked, but they've only gotten stronger in their seclusion. When people think of the African deities, their thoughts immediately go to the Egyptian gods, but the true African gods are of the Yoruba religion.

The Yoruban deities gave him sanctuary, and he chose a secluded cave to seal himself, and train. Millennia later, a Yoruban priestess found the hidden cave and discovered the now nine-tailed kitsune. They bonded, got married, and moved to Japan. His father, still a bit paranoid, wanted to remain hidden from the supernatural, while his mother continued to practice her magic and worship her gods.

His parents were murdered by the Old Satan Faction. His father was very out of practice due to his wish to remain out of the supernatural, but he was still very strong, and his mother was a powerful witch, who had a deep connection with her patrons. She wrote him a final message before joining his father in battle and seeing that they were going to lose, she used a suicide spell that would destroy their bodies completely, leaving no materials for study. Last night was his first night accepting that his parents weren't returning, so he moved to their room.

He got up and walked over to the window. He saw nothing but bamboo trees rising up and surrounding the outer walls that wrapped around the house. Looking down at the backyard of the property, there's a small, beautiful garden with a small stream of water running through it. There's even a wooden bridge that lets you cross over the stream, with dozens of small plants and flowers all around adding a nice touch of color.

He walked to one of the doors and found a big bathroom. He walked in, and glanced at the mirror before doing a double take and rushing towards it. He had a blue bonnet on, and he yanked it off, revealing beautifully long white dreads that stopped at his upper back. He had his father's hair color and eyes, which were a dark purple with gold flecks, and his mother's hair texture and sharp features, including her lips. His skin tone made his mixed race status obvious, since it contrasted his slanted eyes. All in all, he was a very handsome man. He rested his head on the mirror in despair. "They made me a Master Prestige Lightskin!"

He was a fully black man in his last life and he spent a good amount of time teasing lightskins for their stereotypical mannerisms and phrases. Now that he was a part of the Caramel Colored Comrades, he had no choice but to adopt the same mannerisms.

Morosely, he walked back to his room and picked up his phone. He opened the blinds and allowed the morning sun to wash over his face. Getting the angle right, he took a couple selfies of him biting his lip and grinning, and some lightly pouting. He sighed then looked through his phone. He found an app that had was green with three sixes in a triangle.

He tapped it after a slight bit of hesitation, and found himself looking at the welcoming screen of the DevilNet, the Supernatural version of the internet. He left the app and went to his calendar. He found that he would be starting at Kuoh Academy the next day, so he only had today to explore his powers.

His phone dinged, indicating that he got a text. 'You have an inventory. The key to your first dungeon is in it.'

The message deleted itself after that, and he didn't question it. He put on some jeans, black converse, and a hoodie, then pulled out the dungeon key. It looked like a Metrocard, the primary payment method for the NYC Subway. Nonplussed, he swiped the card, and blue lightning began sparking around him as an opening appeared before him and he stepped through.

The subway looked abandoned and decayed, as if it was from a post-apocalyptic novel. He suppressed a gag as a heavy stench filled his nose, like wet dog times a hundred.

He felt a sudden urge to dive forward, and he did so, narrowly dodging the loud metallic snap that echoed behind him. Swiftly recovering, he turned around, his eyes widening at the massive red wolf that had emerged from an alleyway. Steel surrounded the bottom of his mouth, silver fangs poking up to mix with the gleaming white teeth.

"You look very familiar. Solo Leveling! You're from peak fiction!" He realized.

The Wolf launched forwards, its metal maw ready to snap shut. In a nanosecond, all the training he had over the years implanted itself in his mind, and his body reacted. He sidestepped the wolf, and lashed out with a harsh kick sending the wolf flying into a wall. He held a palm down, and focused on lightning coursing into it. The sound of chirping birds became apparent as he dashed towards the wolf.

As the Wolf, mostly unharmed, extracted itself from the wall, Takeshi wasted no time impaling the canine, killing it instantly.

In the past, he'd be a bit winded from using that technique, but the Grandmaster essence made him an automatic master of everything that he learned, and just a bit of training in a new skill or technique would instantaneously grow to their natural peak. He couldn't wait to try out the rasengan.

A dozen or so pairs of glowing red eyes peeked out at him from shadows and he smirked.

As he progressed, horde after horde of the Steel Fangs appeared before him. He stayed in safe room just to practice a new skill, then returned back into the fray, ignoring the doors that would allow him to exit the dungeon. Airbending and foxfirebending were becoming two of his favorite skills.

The floor was littered with dozens of corpses as he continued deeper into the dungeon. Every kill, every attack, made the next just a little bit easier. His journey led him to a spacious subway boarding platform. Like the rest of the dungeon, it was destroyed and water filled the subway tracks. He could sense something in the water, and just barely brought his arms up to defend himself as something shot out of the water and sent him crashing into a nearby pillar, coppery blood leaking into his mouth from the strike.

Falling onto his ass, Takeshi eyes gazed upon the massive cobra that hissed at him loud enough for it to be considered more of a roar. "I guess you're the final Boss."

He began to attack, but his efforts proved useless as it got bored. It made it's body pivot rapidly, slamming Takeshi to the ground, then to the side, then back to the ground.

It wrapped him up and squeezed, trying to make him pop, and Takeshi grew frustrated enough to make the Raikage's lightning armor. The snake shrieked in pain and dove back into the water. Not letting beast rest, Takeshi stumbled towards the water and dipped his hand in. One chidori later, and the boss was finished.

He stumbled his way back to a pillar and sighed. His wounds were already healing, so he pulled his phone out and opened his bank app. His eyes widened and he let out a startled chuckle. Because he pushed himself to finish the dungeon in one go, instead of intervals, he became a multimillionaire in just a couple hours. He felt he spent a lot more time then that in there, but he just assumed time in the dungeon is much slower than the real world.

He looked up at the exit, and made his way to it. He appeared exactly where he left, and his torn clothing repaired itself. "That's convenient."

He stripped and made his way to the bathroom. The onsen looked beautiful and appealing. As he sat under the shower, he let his tails and ears out. They were the same beautiful white as his hair. It felt a bit odd having so many new appendages, but he was very quick to adapt. He remembered some simple spells that aided in day to day activities, and phantom hands appeared to scrub each tail, as well as his back while he manually scrubbed his hair.


He stepped out the bathroom feeling completely refreshed. He checked the time, and it was only around 3. He started his dungeon delving around 8 in the morning. He decided to explore his new dwelling before going to the store app on his phone.

His home was a massive one-story Japanese home with an open courtyard in the front, a garden, a big pool, and a jacuzzi in the back. A large wall surrounds the perimeter of the grounds with a beautiful front gate made of thick wood that acts as the only point of entry. It was a beautiful mix of modern and traditional, and it vaguely resembled the Yashida Compound from Wolverine 2.

Rising up all around the outside of the walls, a massive bamboo forest blocks the house from being seen at a distance, and cutting him off from everything else beyond the walls. Thankfully, there was a single road leading from the gate to a main street that disappeared off in the distance towards a city.

In the garage was a beautiful Dodge Challenger, a convertible Jaguar E-Type, and a beautiful Kawasaki motorcycle. He had to fight his impulse to go for a ride, and continue his tour.

The kitchen was beautifully modern and it made him want to learn how to cook. Everything was stocked, but nothing was prepared, so it seemed he had to learn. There was also a laundry room with modern appliances as well.

The basement surprisingly had a dungeon. The cells were clean, and had cots as well as modern toilets. He wasn't sure if he'd ever need to use it, but it was nice to have all the same.

There was two buildings at the sides of the home, one which was obviously used by his mother for her magic. Tomes, ingredients, and notes occupied the main room, and the basement was for rituals. The other was the Guest's Quarters. It was three stories and rooms like a college dorm.

When he finished his tour, he plopped himself onto the couch, and pulled out his phone. He found an app with a game controller in a shopping cart, and tapped on it.


Welcome to the Gamer's Shop!

Because all Gamers are horny bastards who either earn this skill, or buy it at some point, we have decided to give all new Gamers this complimentary skill book:

Eromancy!

Your first purchase will be on us, and your next ten will have a massive discount! Usually this wouldn't be the case, but we've been notified that your main source of income is dungeon diving, so we've decided to accommodate the new Gamer!

Thanks for shopping at the Gamer's Shop where literally ANYTHING and EVERYTHING is for sale!


The Eromancy book was placed in his cart while he browsed. He already had a couple ideas on what he should buy, but he checked the free section first. He added the Gamer Hub Protection to his cart. It would ward his home and give him complete control of everything in it.

Surprisingly, the free section had a lot of clothes too. He went to his closet and dressers and found several Kuoh uniforms and some basic clothing, nothing he would personally wear. With that in mind, he selected several different clothing items and put them in his cart.

With that done, he went to the first thing that came to mind for his prepaid item. If he didn't choose this to be his first purchase, he'd have to pay hundreds of millions for it. It was the chakra fruit from the Naruto world. He added that to his cart in glee. His next item was the full jutsu library from the same world. He couldn't wait to make Madara proud. He even added the Uzumaki Scroll of Fuinjutsu, Fanon and Canon edition.

He thought of his desire to cook, and he looked for the skills of someone who he knows could surpass anyone. The King of Cooking, Zaus. He added that man's skills to the cart.

He spied the familiar tab. He decided to get Kurama. Not just any Kurama, but a Kurama that can be in his chibi form, or the mountain tall fox, or anything in between. He could also hide himself in a tattoo that would appear on his stomach that looked exactly like the Shiki Fujin. He added him to the cart.

Then he looked to the servant tab. He didn't even hesitate to search and find Nemu Kurotsuchi. He read the description of each and every different versions of her until he found the one he wanted. "Kuuderes for the mothafuckin win."

Seeing he still had ample money left, he added the Virtuoso Skill book to the cart. This world doesn't have the artist of his, and he had no compunction in stealing their songs and making it his own. The Archmage gave him an eidetic memory, so he remembered every song he listened to. The skill book comes with a music studio that will be added to his home. He figured he could make a decent income from making music. He thought about recreating the Big Three mangas, but decided against it.

He read a fanfiction where someone did that, but he doesn't have the connections that guy did. Thinking about fanfics brought a shuddering realization.

Ophis always makes an appearance.

With that thought, he searched for an item that would save his second life when she makes her appearance. He came upon his saving grace in the form of an orb. The Orb of Silence could render any room it's activated in, silent. When she pops her loli head in, he'll just lead her to one of the guest rooms and activate it.

He decided to keep the last two discounts for another day. He went to check out and purchased all his items. He started with eight digits in his bank account, and was left with five.

In a brief flash, a box appeared in front of him. It had all the skill books, the orb, and a big, orange egg. He touched each book, and he learned all that he purchased. He suddenly felt aware of everything in the boundaries of his home, and he made some brief changes. Now, no one can sense fluctuating magic or power from his home, and anyone who tries to teleport into his home will be sent directly into the dungeon with wards that renders the prisoners completely unable to use their powers.

He then ate the chakra fruit, and a burst of euphoric power coursed through him and around him. He felt absolutely incredible. Once his euphoria ended, he looked down and found a massive erection, and a lot of precum leaking. A flex of his bicep allowed his dick to relax and a change of pants later, he was back to normal. He looked at a mirror, focused a bit of chakra in his eyes, and the Rinne-Sharingan made an appearance.

With this, his kitsune illusions will be far more potent. He made dozens of clones that all left in different groups to train separate skills. One group went specifically went to the studio, while he went to the front door. Someone knocked on the door, which was odd, since the gate was still closed.

He opened the door to find Nemu standing there. She is a slender and well-endowed, 5 foot 6 woman with green eyes. Her black hair is pulled back into a long braid, with slightly parted bangs. Her uniform consists of a short black kimono, which extends to mid-thigh, and a traditional wide white obi fastened with a red cord. She wears white gloves, which only cover the back of her hands and wrists, and a dark red choker.

"Hello, Takeshi-sama. I am here to serve." She states stoically. Takeshi didn't hesitate to pull her in for a kiss, one she readily reciprocated. She was his first anime crush, right before Yoruichi grew on him. He gripped her thick ass with a possessiveness he didn't know he had as the lip lock progressed.

"Sorry about that. My impulse took over for a bit there." Takeshi apologized when he finally gained control of himself.

"Not a problem. I am here to serve. Whether it's too bring you tea, or suck you dry, I am at your service." His dick twitched when she lightly licked her lip. This was the Nemu he chose: the kuudere that subtly (but blatantly) seduces him with small gestures or words.

He gave her a tour of the place, then gave her one of the two guest rooms that was in the main house. Oddly, her closet and drawers were filled with clothes that fit her and would look good on her. Her desk had a phone which he assumed was her's. He didn't question it. He allowed her free reign while he went on another dungeon raid.


He woke up to Nemu cuddled on his chest. He decided he liked the feeling of waking up in someone's arms. He kissed her forehead, and her eyes immediately opened. "Good morning, Takeshi-sama."

"Hi, Nemu." He replied as he extracted himself from her arms and made his way to the bathroom. Once he finished his morning ablutions, he put on his school uniform and made his way downstairs. He noticed the orange egg was still on the couch, just fine. He spotted Nemu waiting patiently at the dining room table, and he pulled out one of the meals his clones made, and placed it in front of her. A group of his clones cooked and baked a good number of meals as practice.

His other clones barebones training allowed the Grandmaster essence to kick in and made him a master.

"So what do you plan on doing today?" He asked.

"I do not know, Takeshi-sama."

"Why not explore the city? While you do that, you could put some hiraishin seals in strategic places all over the city. Eventually, you could even go beyond the city to the entire country, then other countries. How does that sound?"

"I… like it. I also could return to you at any time with the Servant Bond. Thank you for this freedom, Takeshi-sama." The small smile on her face might as well have been a massive grin.

"Of course. I wouldn't want you bored with all the free time you'll have." He responded. Their discussion was halted when he heard cracking from the couch. He approached while Nemu brought the dirty dishes to the sink and began washing them.

By the time Takeshi reached the couch, the head of the chibi fox poked out of the top, then the rest began to crumble as it's tails lashed out. The kit looked at Takeshi for a moment. "So you are to be my master, hm? Your chakra is potent. You'll be suitable. What is the name you have chosen for one such as I."

"You are Kurama. The name you now hold belonged to a bijuu much like yourself. He was the strongest of the bijuu, surpassed by none." Takeshi replied.

"Hm. A strong name for a strong being. It is acceptable." The kit then jumped towards Takeshi, and before he could properly catch him, Kurama disappeared into his stomach. Unbuttoning his shirt revealed the Shiki Fuin on his stomach. Then he heard a voice in his head. "Call on me should you need me. I will rest for now."

Takeshi chuckled to himself at the lazy fox. He made several clones to go back to the studio, and keep making songs. He planned to become a celebrity.

He gave Nemu a kiss goodbye, then made his way to the garage. He hopped in the American muscle and drove the ten minutes it took to reach Kuoh Academy. Along the way, he listened to a few of the songs his clones made. He purposely didn't allow the memories of their session to acclimate just so he could enjoy the songs more.

As he rolled in and parked, he put his dreads in a ponytail, leaving two strands to frame his face. He got out his car and looked at his tote bag in mild distain before continuing to the school building. He didn't get why Japanese schools make it mandatory to use these purses, but he chose to follow along for now. At least they could wear whatever shoes they want. He put on some black and white vans that had extra padding in the soles to reduce the effects of impact when landing a trick on a skateboard.

As he approached the building next to several other students, he didn't notice a supernatural beauty until she called out to him.

"Yamamoto-san?" He stopped and turned towards the voice. "I am Souna Shitori, the student council president here at Kuoh Academy. I make a habit to meet all the new students, and give them a tour of the school."

He gave her a brief once over, and decided that everything he's seen and read didn't do her justice. For one, her breasts were B-cups, so she isn't flat, she just doesn't stand out like the other big titty bitches that dominate this world. She did have a slender frame, and her smooth long legs look like they could go on forever. He briefly pictured her in a pencil skirt, before refocusing. "Good morning, Shitori-san. I thank you for your time. Please lead the way."

As she turns and sets off, his eyes immediately dropped to the two perfect bubbles that she seemed to be hiding under her skirt. Her body honestly reminded him of Kitty Summers, the John Persons version specifically, just with smaller tits. Sona doesn't have wide hips, yet it doesn't detract from how sculpted her ass looked. He now understood fully Serafall's obsession with her sister.

"I've heard that the Student Council here at Kuoh takes on a lot more responsibilities than most other student councils. Is that why you're handling me instead of just sending me to the Faculty office?" He asked, deciding to make conversation.

"That's correct. Kuoh strives to help teach it's students leadership skills, and part of that is that the Student Council has more power and responsibilities." Sona replies, a bit of pride slipping in her tone.

"That sounds both impressive and daunting. To be able to balance your duties and your schoolwork takes a lot of dedication. I barely know you, and you've already earned my respect." He may have laid it on a bit thick there, but her brief pause, and the small smile she sent his way made it worth it.

She walked with a pep in her step all the way to the Student Council room as she opens the door and leads the way in.

Inside is a nice, but not ornate room. Several desks are aligned on the walls stacked with organized books, binders, and papers. In the center of the room are two couches facing each other with a coffee table between them.

A colorful cast of characters sit at the desks, working away. Their life force were all similar to Sona's, but weren't the same, yet they all matched each other. He figured the subtle difference is what separates reincarnated Devils from pureblooded ones.

Sona gestures for him to sit down on one of the couches and he does so. She goes to the only desk not facing the wall, and grabs a stack of papers and a small book. She brings them back to the center of the room, sits down on the opposite couch, and places the papers on the table.

"All the main paperwork was done when you interviewed and were accepted." Sona spoke. "These are things that you might need in the future. Your schedule, a student handbook, a form for ordering additional uniforms, a map of the school, and a few more useful items. Unfortunately, there's not enough time before Homeroom starts for a full tour, but I'm sure one of your classmates can show you around during lunch or after classes end."

"This map should be more than enough, but if someone does offer I'll gladly take them up on it." He replied amicably.

"In that case, do you have any questions?"

"Nope. Looks like everything I still needed to know has been neatly organized and provided for me in these papers. Including my homeroom teacher."

"Good. The faculty office is just a couple doors down, and Harada-sensei is expecting you there. She'll introduce you to your class."

"Thank you very much for the help and the introduction." He bowed and exited the room.


"An eye needs to be kept on him."

The others in the room stopped their pretense of doing paperwork. They brought their attention to the one who spoke.

"Why do you say that, Sona-kaicho?" A short girl wearing thigh high socks asked.

"He only put a lid on his magic to prevent it from leaking, but he didn't stop others from sensing the ocean of magic he had in his control. Rias has one chance to try before I do."


He arrived to his classroom following his home room teacher. She was a plain, brown haired woman who dressed in boring clothing. She entered the class without telling him to wait outside, so he chose to follow, choosing to stand in the traditional transfer student spot.

He received a mix of giggles, blushes, and glares from the gathered class. Harada-sensei smiled briefly as she gestured to him. "This young man is going to be learning with you from now on. May we have your name and a little fact about yourself?"

"I'm Takeshi Yamamoto. I like to cook and sing." He introduced with a small bow.

"Does the class have any questions for Yamamoto-kun?" One of the boys in the back raises a hand. "Yes?"

"Are you a foreigner?" He asked.

"No. My mother was African, and my father was Japanese. I was born and raised here."

Another student raised their hand. "Are you dating anyone?"

"No."

Before anymore could be said, the teacher shut down the questioning, seeing the direction it was going. "No more questions. Yamamoto-kun, please take a seat wherever there's an open spot."

He nodded and walked towards the furthest back seat he could find. He propped his head on his hand in complete nonchalance, while ignoring the drilling gazes of the supernatural resting on him.

He'd bet that Sona sensed something from him that made her decide to put him in the same classroom as herself and her Queen, as well as Rias and Akeno. He refused to even glance in their direction, lest they think he wanted be their slave. Not even the subtle spell Rias put on herself to draw the male gaze to her person would break through his stubbornness. That, and the occlumency barriers he had.

He was sure his mere existence was enough to garner supernatural attention, mostly because he forgot to hide his aura of being a part of the supernatural. He wanted no parts in Rias' bullshit, but he had a feeling he'd for sure be dragged into it.

He didn't even have time to properly observe and appreciate the beauty of Rias and Akeno. He'll wait for their inevitable approach.

Classes were laughably easy, but that was a given with the Archmage essence making him a super genius. By lunchtime, he was ready to continue his tour of the school when his was approached by Rias.

"Yamamoto-kun? I am Rias Gremory, and this is Akeno Himejima. We were wondering if you would like to join the Occult Research Club." He finally got a good look at her and her queen and the curves on these young women were mind boggling.

"Nope. I have no interest in that in the slightest. Thanks for the invite, though." He replied, getting up. Her small pout was lethal, but he wasn't a simp. He actually got his dick wet before being transmigrated, so he had the ability to say no to sexy women.

"Y-you-huh-what?" He almost chuckled out loud at Rias' disbelief, but he understood. She spent her whole life being spoiled, every peerage member she has was given to her, and the only thing she most likely has ever been denied is the dissolution of her marriage contract with Riser.

Then there's the fact she's spent the last couple years in the human world, where her passive Devil allure makes both men and women susceptible to her. It must be a major shock to her for him to just casually brush her off after getting used to getting what she wanted.

As he made his way towards the school courtyard, giggles and whispers accompanied him. He found a secluded area and hopped onto one of the branches.

He pulled out his lunch from his inventory, the warmth and aroma the same from when he first put it in. He took a small whiff and smiled contentedly. He took a bite and savored it, glad that he chose to have a chef like Zaus' skills. He suddenly sensed quite the excited life force land in front of him.

Opening his eyes, he found a wild kuudere staring intently at his food. He looked at Koneko as he took another bite. She was sitting on the branch like she was riding it, her hands were on her knees as she leaned forward. He frowned when he took a closer look at her life signature. It felt like it was being choked, and it seemed to be halting her development. "Hello, cat."

She twitched as her eyes meet his. He took another bite of his food, and her eyes were immediately drawn to it.

"You know, what you're doing is incredibly unhealthy." She looked at him again, this time some confusion flashed in her kuudere eyes. "The reason why your body is underdeveloped is because you're not using senjutsu. Take it from one yokai to another, you have to use senjutsu if you want to grow properly. Lucky for you, you aren't past the point of no return."

"Senjutsu is bad. Makes you lose your mind." Her flat voice speaks.

"Who was the dumbass that told you that?" He asked incredulously. "Cat, it's literally impossible for that to happen. Nature energy is inherently tranquil. Of course, you can still get angry while using it, but you don't lose your mind."

"It's true. I've seen it."

"You must've misunderstood something, because like I said, it's impossible. For example, take a closer look at my life force." He instructed. She looked at him suspiciously, but complied. She grew terrified when she felt him actively use senjutsu. He just raised a brow at her. "Who told you that you lose your mind when you use senjutsu?"

She hesitated to speak. "… Devils."

He looked at her strangely. "The same Devils who attempted to genocide an entire race of yokai? Granted a yokai killed one of their own, but that doesn't justify their slaughter of an entire species. And how would Devils know anything about senjutsu when their power is detrimental to nature?"

She was speechless, so he took that moment to take another bite if his meal. He then got an idea. He took the last piece of his meal and held it out for to bite. She didn't hesitate to take a bite, and he chuckled when her ears and tails fluffed out. She began purring as she savored the bite. She looked longingly at his empty plate.

"I'll cook you a fresh plate if you let me teach you senjutsu. It really is unhealthy for you to restrain yourself like that." He saw her hesitant still, so he pulled out his trump card. He pulled a plate of still warm chocolate chip cookies, and gave her one. She took a single bite and let out a damn near pornographic moan while shuddering. He lifted her skirt while she was distracted and found quite the wet spot on her panties. He sat back while she finished her cookie. She stared at him with quite the predatory gaze while licking any chocolate residue she could off her fingers. "Your King will more than likely have you follow me so that she could try to recruit me. Just come to my home, I'll train you."

"What are you?"

"I think I'll keep it a secret for now. It's funnier that way." He gave a vulpine grin.

She gave a small smile before their lunchtime ended.


As he walked towards the parking lot after school, he heard an odd giggle just ahead. Two brown haired girls with decently sexy curves stared directly at him, or more specifically, his crotch.

"Nine inches long... and you're only at half-mast?" The one with glasses spoke, breathing heavily, fogging up her thick glasses as she and her fellow pervert giggle oddly again. Takeshi idly wondered if that was what a perverted giggle sounded like.

The brunette with glasses has her somewhat messy hair done in two braids, while the other has her short hair in a high ponytail.

"Can I help you two?" He asked the odd girls.

"There's quite a bit you could help us with." Ponytail giggles as one of her hands reaches up and squeezes her breast through her uniform, a lewd moan leaving her mouth.

Takeshi liked slutty girls as much as the next guy, but he felt this depraved behavior is for private times, instead of in public where a good number of students could see. His eyes widened when they both quickly unbuttoned their shirts, exposing their bra clad breasts.

"Aika Kiryuu, and Isane Hyoudou!" Sona shouts out of nowhere, making both girls pale.

"Shit." Aika mumbles and Isane tsked as Sona storms forwards.

"I have told you both, repeatedly, that while you are on school grounds there is a certain level of decorum that expected of you." Sona practically growls. "Yamamoto-san, I see you have met our resident degenerates. You two, come with me."

Both girls briefly look at Sona, then at each other, and it seemed that they both came to an agreement when they simultaneously pulled their bras up, letting their impressive tits bounce. Both their gazes locked onto Takeshi's crotch, while Sona lost her patience and simply grabbed both girls by their ears and dragged them off.

"Full mast, eleven inches long! Call me!" Aika shouts as she and Isane were dragged away.

"What the fuck?" He asked no one in particular. He shrugged to himself, then continued onward to his car, ignoring the giggles and blushes around him.

Walking into his home, Kurama hopped out his seal and ran off towards the forest. He trusted Kurama could handle himself, so he just closed the door. "Nemu, are you home?"

"Welcome home, Takeshi-sama. I made cookies." Nemu had on a plaid mini skirt with a slit on the side, and a white turtleneck sweater. She had black fishnet stockings and white hightop air force 1s.

He didn't speak as he directed her to bend over the counter. Flipping her skirt and sliding the panties to the side, he licked from her clit to her entrance, then sucked up and down. Her legs trembled as he devoured her, her moans reverberated on the walls. When he stuck his tongue inside her, it grew in length as it explored her insides.

He used his thumb to rub her clit as he vibrated both his tongue and thumb with lightning chakra. Her essence ran down his arm as he continued his ministrations. When she clenched on his tongue, he slithered it out and slid his dick deep into her pulsating pussy.

They both groaned in unison.


After some dungeon delving, he earned enough money to buy a techie skill book. With that, he hacked into several different cell towers to place his music onto people's suggestion pages. He had a team of AIs that briefly scanned each person's phone to determine their preferences, then suggests the best songs for them.

He had a very diverse taste in music in his old life, so it was incredibly easy to steal them and reuse them here. Honestly, the music in this anime world was so ass, it pissed him off. He didn't even want to think about the anime. He looked at the synopsis of the top anime list, and he almost threw his phone at the blasphemy he read.

Ignoring that, he went on the DevilNet to make an account on all the social media platforms like he did for the human internet. He didn't even need to use any technological shenanigans to upload his music. The only true entertainment was Serafall's dumb show, and Seekvaira's talk show about mechas.

He easily uploaded his music, only uploading one album of each genre, then he went to sleep, Nemu in his arms.