Today had started nicely!

Issei woke up at a reasonable hour, and he didn't have nightmares or those messages via dream.

Breakfast is good. A classical Japanese breakfast. He has his bento wrapped and ready to take by the time he finishes his food.

On the way to school, he checked his Inbox. No sudden messages, aside from the usual morning greetings. Today is shaping up to be a slow, peaceful day. Awesome. After the hectic last week, this is what he needs. Issei almost skipping on his way to the school, which earned him odd looks from the onlookers.

Including one Kaichou who raised an eyebrow at his unusual behavior.

But since there's no rule about skipping when you're happy, Issei ignores her. The worst she can do is call him out and chide him for being a minor disturbance.

Class is going easy. He might have stumbled in Math, but honestly? Who needs this complicated algebra crap? He just needs things that would get him functional in society! At least he can take comfort in his History and Language classes are far smoother.

Lunch has been an uneventful event, the way he likes it.

The number of times he choked on his food or drink when something suddenly showed up made the teacher concerned and asked if he had some kind of weird disease or something is annoying.

Alas, good things must come to an end.

At the end of the school time, he was halfway across the front yard when he was suddenly accosted by the school mascot and the school prince and frogmarched to the Old School Building before he could even utter a word of protest.

Bitch!

So here he was. Sitting on an antique couch in a dim-lit room, with the President of the Occult Research Club sitting across him. A table of tea and assortment separates them.

Issei wants to roll his eyes. Would it kill them to put better light? Sure, Devil doesn't have a problem with the dark but hello, do they think all of their visitors have darkvision or something?

Conceited tramps.

After pleasantries are exchanged, Issei pointedly refuses to touch the drink or the refreshment because who knows what they put inside, they finally get to the main topic.

"Hyoudou Issei, please become my Servant."

Issei's expression goes blank.

"What."

"As I said earlier, I am a Devil, and…"

Issei tunes out the exposition. He focused on the floating chat.

It was going nuts.

[Constellation Savior of Corruption Gapes at the Shamelessness]

[Constellation Crescent Circle Dragon Snarls at the Audacity]

[Constellation Des Rheingold is Roaring in Indignation]

[Constellation Venom of Blind Heaven is Wondering if She Has Brain Between Her Ears]

[Constellation Queen of the Rising Sun Frowned Unhappily]

[Constellation Throne of Moonlit Wonders if They Are Too Lenient With Devils]

[Constellation Red Dragon Emperor is Requesting a Dimension to Destroy]

[Constellation Maker of Armaments Facepalmed in Disbelief]

[Constellation Commander of Red Cosmos Does Not Like the Casual Demeaning Attitude]

[Constellation Ruler of Eastern Hell is Wondering What the Devils Were Taught Nowadays]

[Constellation Demon King of Lust and Wrath is Having Second-Hand Embarrassment]

Issei shook his head. An action that drew attention away from too much exposition by the so-called Devil Princess.

"I have to decline." He told her. "I have no desire to become your Servant. And before you try to make an offer, let it be known: whatever you tried to offer me with? I don't give two shits about it. I'm not becoming your henchman and that's final."

Rias frowned unhappily.

"Are you sure about that?" She pressed. "Your life would be in danger, in case you don't notice. A powerful entity is like a beacon. Some would seek to harm you, and if they can't, they will turn their attention to your family."

"Yes. I'm sure." Issei stressed. "You don't have to worry your head of my concern as it was none of your business. Now, if you excuse me, I have places to be."

"Alright, but if you change your mind—"

"I will never change my mind." Issei cut her off. "Since this is your first offense, I let you off with a warning. You, nekomata," the petite girl stiffened, "is your nose clogged with flu or something? I literally have Dragon hybrid scent all over me in obvious territorial marking, and that person is not above taking drastic action. They are currently unhappy as lately, you're trying to cover what is theirs when they have to be away. If they know you're taking a step further, they will do something drastic. As in, destroying an Island drastic. If you have any self-preservation instinct, drop it."

He walks out of the building and slams the door behind him.

If his rival slash on-and-off lover/mate knows about this…

[Constellation White Dragon Emperor Informing His Host is Going Ballistic at the News]

Yeah. Too late.

Guess it's up to Fate, and his mate's mood, whether Rias Gremory and her slaves are to live and see another day or not. She won't have any protection. After all, while nobody in the Underworld figures it out, it was an open secret among the Constellation.

[Constellation Demon King of Bloody Ruin is Considering Sororicide]

Her biggest protection?

It never exists.

If she were ever thrown into the wolves, not only this guy won't save her, but he would sit back and enjoy the snow.


Thirteen-year-old Issei stared in bewilderment, unsure of what to do next.

In front of him stood his target. Amazonian Nymph Queen.

The Scenario is Easy. It was to defeat the Amazons before they could cause revolution and upheaval in the Society. While feminism and the female empowerment movement sound nice, these women take it way too far and are seemingly incapable of realizing they have become what they want to destroy, so… yeah. Clean up mission.

Issei two years ago would have stood petrified, maybe even puke out his stomach contents, if the floating message box told him that he had to kill.

Today Issei considers this Mission an easy challenge. So long he didn't accidentally trigger the Bug that raises the difficulty, it will be fine.

Except when he fought this Queen, the fire he set earlier had caught on her dress. And rather than find something to douse it out, the woman simply strips off her dress.

Leaving her shapely naked body for all to see.

Fuck.

Those breasts are so firm and the abs compliment them nicely! And the zone between her legs are cleanly shaved and—

OH DAMN IT ALL!

Issei dodged to the side before the spear could skewer him like a satay.

He forgot that this woman was not for him to gawk, she want his head and he had to kill her before she kill him. But he doesn't want to look at a naked corpse?! He is not necrophilia damn it!

[Constellation Demon King of Lust and Wrath Laughs at your Predicament]

[Constellation Demon King of Lust and Wrath Ask You to Ditch Your Constellation and Pick Him Instead]

[Constellation Red Dragon Emperor is Threatening to Burn Constellation Demon King of Lust and Wrath into Crisp]

"Would it kill you guys to SHUT UP AND STOP SPAMMING ME MESSAGES?! YOU LOTS DISTRACT ME MORE!"

He swore a little bit more before fighting back with his own sword.

[Constellation Demon King of Lust and Wrath Suggest You to Forego Weapon and Goes Barefist]

[Constellation Demon King of Lust and Wrath Wiggles His Eyebrows and States You Might Get an Easter Egg that Way]

Issei almost tripped over the air.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE DAMN YOU ASMODEUS!" He yelled, face red with embarrassment as now his mind was bombarded with unwanted images that would just increase his chance of getting killed.