Issei found mail under his door one morning. He picked it up and walked over to his table. He sat and and opened the mail.
"What... Is this...?" his sweat dropped as he read the letter. "I, Sagarel D. Vile, don't own Highschool DxD's or any other series' characters that I may unintentionally or intentionally include. I also disown any action that was 'inspired' by this fic."
~ Prologue ~
Sirzechs Lucifer was undoubtedly the most dangerous Devil King in terms of pure strength. Only the most powerful deities, a few of the older dragons, and less than a handful of other people could stand toe to toe with this monster. He stood on the top of devil society in terms of political and fighting power. He was a very busy man, with over a hundred cities the size of the United States of America to rule over. He quashed coups d'etat and rebellion groups on a monthly basis. He could destroy a city within seconds on a whim. He has washed his hands with blood so many times already, he doesn't remember when he started.
Sirzechs Lucifer was not a man to be trifled with.
Yet, his wife could pick him apart within seconds.
"You're happy," Grayfia Lucifuge commented as she ran her fingers down his red hair. She was his wife, Queen, and head maid. She managed more than 50% of his assets and still had time to play with and teach their son, who was starting to show signs of his primary sin. Right now, it seems that his primary sin is Wrath.
"Yes," Sirzechs turned his head up to face her. "After two years, we finally found the heir to the house of Seir, an Eastern teenage boy. They tested his blood and found out that he is 1/16 devil while the rest is human."
Grayfia hummed. "Can't you find anyone else? He is an Oriental and just a boy. Surely, you're not thinking of giving the whole Seir household to him are you?"
"I am. There is no other viable choice," Sirzechs sighed. "Ajuka has checked through all the records that the Seir family has, Serafall has also spoken to most pantheons already, even Falbium went through death certificates. You know how lazy that guy could get," Sirzechs paused and gathered his thoughts.
"From what we could gather, the second son of the Seir house, Azdein Seir, traveled to Japan, married a human, and died when Nagasaki got nuked. Somehow, his son survived and continued living without finding out about his devil origins. Azdein's son, Shirou Aizen, married and bore two children, then died somewhere— unfortunately, we couldn't find the where and when. The elder son of Aizen died at the age of four while her younger daughter died in a car crash thirteen years ago with her husband, Hyoudou Gorou. The good news is, she bore a son who is now sixteen years old— Issei Hyoudou."
"Hyoudou Issei… I feel like I heard of the name already," Grayfia repeated the name several times in her head.
"I thought you would. He lives in Kuoh and is studying where Ria is studying. He is a first-year there and causes quite the headache for Sona," Sirzechs said as he traced circles on Grayfia's bare leg. "I intend to visit him tomorrow."
"Are you sure you're there just to visit him?"
"Yes. Ow!" Sirzechs rubbed his reddening cheek that Grayfia pinched.
Grayfia sighed in both humor and exasperation. She leaned back onto the headboard of the bed. She watched as the moonlight streamed from the doorway and into their room, the wind gently blowing against the white curtains. "Are you sure about this? Putting all the weight on a sixteen-year-old boy? He's not even a purebred devil— the older and more traditional devils will tear him apart."
"If we don't make him head as quickly as we can, he might die due to the increasing activity of the fallen, and we risk losing another Pillar. The sooner the better." His next words reaffirmed her choice to serve him. "I will ask my mother to groom him while Okita shows him how to defend himself. I could probably ask Oda if she could teach the boy too. That way, he will have two capable bodyguards while he finds his footing in this society."
"I see," Grayfia said. Her husband had a plan, she could see some flaw in it but it was still better than nothing. "Are you going to release this news to the public?"
"No. I'll wait till Issei Hyoudou is capable of fending for himself."
"News like this will spread fast, you know. Whether you like it or not. Whether you proclaim it or not. The Seir Pillar isn't minor."
"If news does indeed get out, then at least, he gets a head start before the old devils consume him," he muttered. Grayfia knew how much he didn't like politicians and their mind games. She had a distaste for them too.
Grayfia lightly massaged her husband's head soothingly. "I'll make you forget all about them," she whispered sultrily into his ear, enjoying the way he shivered slightly on her lap.
~ I'm a Devil!? ~
Hyoudou Issei, known to many as the leader of the infamous Perverted Trio, was your average East Asian teenage boy. He ate rice, he slept late, he did his chores, he complained about schoolwork, he ogled at the teacher's boobs, he played computer games with his bros, he watched western action movies, he screamed "KAMEHAMEHA", he did Jojo poses... he did Jojo poses when no one was around..., he sang in the karaoke Friday nights, he "researched." And he wanted a harem. Or a girlfriend at least. He was just your everyday regular guy, and yet somehow…
"Calling Hyoudou Issei to the Student Council, please. Hyoudou Issei to the Student Council room," the speakers of the school rang out right after the bell dismissing class rang.
Somehow, nearly every single gaze of the classroom honed in on him, as if he was the enemy. Bloodlust filled the room as hushed whispers were carried from one person to another.
"Is that Ise?"
"What did he do this time?"
"I heard he peeked at the Occult Research Club yesterday."
"Ehhh? Really? Isn't Rias-senpai the president of that club?"
"Shush!"
"Pervert."
"Leech."
"Just die already."
"Hmph. At least he'll finally get what he deserves."
Issei ignored all these things as he shakily stood up from his chair. His face was in full panic mode. He didn't do anything this week! Or at least, he doesn't remember doing anything perverted this week, except sneaking some hentai into the board games club! But that wasn't perverted at all! He didn't read them in school or anything! They were the ones that requested him to deliver them something high quality! Ah, they had a written contract! Hah! If they thought they outsmarted him, well, he'll just outsmart their outsmarting. Bring it on board games club!
Issei left the room with a small grin and a thumbs up to his friends, Matsuda and Motohama. They gave him their luck and blessings as he slowly dragged his feet to the Student Council.
"Yo, Hyoudou."
"Saji," Issei nodded towards the Secretary of the Student Council and his fellow first-year. "You here to make sure I arrive?"
"Sort of," Genshirou Saji shrugged as he slowed down to match Issei's sluggish pace. He was a diligent young man who always studied hard and took down notes. He did things by the law and hardly did anything a delinquent would do.
"Could I ask? What have I done?" Issei asked.
"No idea either. I'd tell you if I could but the President didn't tell me either," Saji smiled apologetically.
"Sure. Thanks man," Issei groaned in defeat.
They reached the Student Council room within minutes and when they reached there—
"I didn't peek or anything this week!" Issei quickly raised his arms in defense.
Shitori Souna, the Student Council President, glared at him. Despite being a second-year at the school, she has already ascended to Student Council President. She has shown that she has the skills, talent, and wisdom to run a place where idiotic highschool kids roam.
"Don't worry Hyoudou. You weren't called here because you caused trouble. Follow me, someone wants to meet you."
Issei, Saji, and Souna immediately left.
Issei's pace quickened to keep up with Souna's. His face grew pale. Sweat gathered at his brow and he fidgeted. They brought him to the old school building. "Wait, isn't this place haunted by ghosts?"
"You know better than that Hyoudou. I know that you visited this place several times," Souna shot down Issei's superstitious idea. "I know that you know that this is where the Occult Research Club gathers."
"So there are ghosts!"
Souna just sighed and opened the wooden doors. Above the doors was a wooden sign that read "Occult Research Club". The doors creaked as they moved. The floorboards creaked and sometimes rattled as the trio navigated through the large building. Nearly everything inside was made of old polished wood. Everything smelled like old polished wood.
Issei dared not open a door for fear of accidentally walking into a crime scene or something like that. He could swear that he heard screaming from that one room with yellow tape all over it.
This place was perfect for demons and those sorts of things. Especially by dusk, it gave the hallways an eerie feel to them, which was enhanced by the sense of lonesomeness Issei felt since there were only two other people walking with him. "Devils must live in this place," Issei muttered.
Saji snickered while Souna gave a hint of a smirk.
They reached the second floor and kept walking, the creaking of the floorboards constantly keeping them company. Souna stopped by the door at the end of the hallway, which Issei guessed was the old principal's office due to the difference of size it had to the other rooms— another sign with"Occult Research Club" hung over it as well as a "Do not enter". She knocked.
"Come in," a female voice called out from inside.
Saji opened the door for Souna and Issei. Issei entered and glanced around the room. He recognized several people like Kiba Yuuto, Himejima Akeno, and Gremory Rias while he didn't recognize the small girl, a red-haired woma— a red-haired man who looks like Rias' older brother, and a maid.
"Ahh, Hyoudou Issei is it? My name is Sirzechs Gremory, I have been looking forward to meeting you," the older brother of Rias said with a warm smile and in perfect Japanese.
"Yes, I am Hyoudou Issei. Nice to meet you, sir," Issei bowed slightly before blushing in embarrassment when he saw the outstretched hand of Sirzechs. He quickly shook it.
"Good. Would you like some tea? Akeno-kun here makes excellent tea," Sirzechs gestured for them to take seats on the sofa.
"Ahh, yes please!" Issei quickly sat on the sofa.
Sirzechs took the seat opposite to Issei and sipped his tea in waiting. A few minutes later, both males were sipping tea.
"Ahhh! Thanks for the tea, Himejima-senpai," Issei enthusiastically complimented her, "It is the best tea I have ever tasted." He nearly downed it one go, "Could I have another round?"
"Ara ara~, I'm glad you like it Hyoudou-kun," Akeno tittered happily, her smile widening a margin. She poured some more tea into Issei's cup which he eagerly sipped.
"Gremory-san, what did you want to see me for?" Issei asked after a few moments of silence. His face quickly grew panicked. "I-I didn't peek at her or anything yet!"
"Ahahaha! I like your honesty Hyoudou-kun. Although I don't mind you peeking on her. As an older man, I understand your feelings. Especially Ria-tan, she has such a beautiful body already at her age," Sirzechs suddenly gushed. "Even though it's my duty as her older brother to guard her, I can't help but know how you feel."
"Onii-sama!"
Issei's panicked face morphed into one of fiery zeal. "Gremory-san, Your sister is a very beautiful woman! Her proportions are perfection! She has large bouncy boobs while still maintaining her round ass! Her thighs are as juicy as steak, and her face is one of a goddess!"
"Hyoudou!"
"Indeed! Although her breasts got in the way of archery when she was younger. She looks cuter now! When she— Oof!" Rias' older brother was whacked in the head by a metal-plated paper fan, cutting short his short rants.
Issei froze at the sight he witnessed. The silver-haired maid suddenly appeared behind Sirzechs and hit him so hard that Issei feared for Sirzechs brain.
"Lord Sirzechs, I believe we should get to the point of our visit and tell Sir Hyoudou about his inheritance as well as about us," the maid calmly said as she put the fan back from wherever she got it from.
"Alright Grayfia," Sirzechs said with a sheepish smile. He didn't look like he regretted the things he said though. Sirzechs sipped his tea before taking a more professional seating position. "Rias, Sona, listen to what I have to say. This also includes you two."
"Yes sir." "Yes, Onii-sama."
Issei looked confused but didn't say anything. Were they here for his hentai collection? Impossible. And what inheritance? He was an orphan and the only thing his parents left him was their money in their bank accounts, which he could only access little by little due to some laws.
"Hyoudou Issei-kun," Sirzechs called him.
"Yes?"
"Tell me, what would you say to me if I tell you that every person in this room is a devil?"
"I'll probably ask you to get your head checked?"
"Hahahaha! You amuse me, Hyoudou Issei-kun," Sirzechs laughed and stood. A large pair of black-leathered wings darkened the whole room. Sirzechs seemed to grow bigger as a red aura whipped around him. His eyes lost their pupils and glowed a dark shade of red. "Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Sirzechs Lucifer and you, Hyoudou Issei, are a devil like us."
"Lord Sirzechs, the boy fainted," Grayfia deadpanned.
"But he's still sitting up."
"There's drool dripping from his mouth and all you could see is the white of his eyes."
"Whoops…" Sirzechs shrank back into his human form.
"I told you not to do things too dramatically, he is just a regular human boy."
"Onii-sama! What have you done!? You traumatized my junior! Tell him Sona!"
"S-Scary…"
He had a dream. It was about Gremory-senpai's brother. Gremory-san turned into a huge demon with scary eyes. Gremory-san proceeded to confiscate his hentai collection and burn it— like a true demon would. Gremory-san then turned on him and castrate him with a wooden spoon! Ahhhhhh!
"Ahhhh!" Issei woke up in a cold sweat. He quickly checked his pants and sighed in relief before freezing. "My collection! Noooooo! Papa loves you!" He froze again when he discovered that he was still in the Occult Research Club's room, with Rias' older brother seated opposite him, sipping tea. "So," Issei began after a few minutes of silence, "that wasn't a dream?"
"No it wasn't," Sirzechs said.
The sun had already set. Rias, Akeno, Grayfia, Souna, and Saji were missing. The smell of spices getting cooked filled the room and enticed the noses of everyone. Yuuto was setting the table and the small girl was peacefully sleeping on the other couch.
"So… I'm… Like you… And Rias-senpai… And the others."
"Not exactly, your devil blood is highly diluted already."
"Is this why I prefer it during the nighttime rather than the daytime?"
"Yes."
"Here… I thought it was just natural."
"..."
"Why me?"
"You have the blood of a Devil Pillar. You are also the last person with that blood. Therefore, everything that the previous heads owned, are now yours. Estates, assets, servants, lands, and etcetera are all yours."
"Servants?"
"Yes."
"Female ones?"
"Yes."
"And… they'll do anything I tell them to?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
"Okay?" Sirzechs raised his eyebrow.
"Okay, I'll accept it, my inheritance, sir," Issei looked at Sirzechs in the eyes.
"I'll warn you though, the supernatural isn't a friendly place. Individuals and organizations would want your head on a silver platter for reasons you might never know. This also isn't like in the movies where the protagonist outsmarts or overpowers every single person in his way. You may die just by looking someone in the eyes without respect," Sirzechs warned.
"If it means getting a harem! Then, risking my life every day seems like a small sacrifice to make!" Issei said with conviction.
Sirzechs briefly saw an ember of determination. Sirzechs smiled. He pulled out a piece of paper with what looks like a magic circle. "Good, all I need is a drop of blood here and a glassful of blood and the inheritance is yours." Sirzechs handed Issei a knife, the paper, and a glass used for wine.
"Uhm, should I cut myself?" the ember in Issei's eyes smoldered.
"Yes."
"Do you guys have no needles or something?" Issei asked nervously.
"This is much cooler than needles. Don't you agree?"
"I agree but this hurts much more too."
"So?"
A pained grunt and splatter of blood later, the magic circle activated with a purplish color and the glass was filled with blood. Sirzechs snapped his fingers and Grayfia, gauze in hand, appeared from the room where they were cooking. She gently wrapped the gauze around Issei's hand after disinfecting it with magic.
Or what Issei thought was magic, since a magic circle floated over his wound.
Issei winced as the bandages tightened and Grayfia left. The glass of his blood disappeared from Sirzechs' hand but the paper stayed. "That's it. You are now Hyoudou-Seir Issei. Or Issei Hyoudou-Seir, whichever floats your boat."
Issei stared at his bandaged hand. "I don't feel any different though."
Sirzechs laughed good-heartedly. "I don't think you're supposed to feel anything. What you did was just confirm that you are indeed the heir to the House of Seir."
"What about the blood in the wineglass?"
"That's for your Evil Pieces."
"What are those?"
Sirzechs was interrupted by Akeno coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of rice in her hands. "The food is ready~," she called out melodiously. The little girl sleeping beside Sirzechs on the couch immediately woke up and sat straight. She cutely scratched the sleep out of her eyes and yawned.
Issei slowly stood from his seat. "I'm sorry Sempai. I don't mean to be rude, but I don't think I could stomach anything right now."
Akeno's smile visibly dropped and her eyes fully opened, revealing her purple pupils. "Too bad. It's rare for us to have other visitors. I also took your portion into consideration y'know? Won't you stay, for me?" she asked as she made her eyes flutter.
Issei was stuck in a predicament. Follow his gut and leave or trust his brain to stay and probably puke. "Sorry Himejima-sempai. I really can't. Maybe you could put it in a bento or something?" Issei's gut twisted as he said that. He really wanted to stay.
Akeno looked disappointed for a bit before sighing in resignation. "Well, there's always a next time I guess," she went back into the kitchen, avoiding Grayfia who was carrying the meat, and came back out with a disposable bento and purple cloth. She carefully placed the rice and meat into the bento and gave it to Issei with a small bow.
Issei awkwardly took the bento with a bow of his own. "Thank you a lot, Himejima-sempai."
Akeno smiled, "Welcome Hyoudou-kun."
"Hyoudou-Seir Issei, you should come back here tomorrow so Rias could explain anything and everything to you," Sirzechs informed.
"Yes sir, I'll be back. Bye guys. Thank you for your hospitality," Issei respectfully bowed and left after hearing their respective goodbyes.
"Oh my, leaving so soon? Akeno and Grayfia cooked dinner, y'know?" a voice that Issei recognized as Rias' called to him as he walked down the staircase.
"Sorry, Gremory-sempai. I just have a lot to think about right now," Issei bowed respectfully.
"Haaaa, no need to be sorry. It's natural, I guess, to be kind of confused when things like this happen," Rias sighed.
Issei didn't know how to respond to that. "Thanks for empathizing?" he said unsurely after a few seconds.
Rias giggled a little. "You should probably go," she said. "Good luck on untangling your mind."
"Thank you Gremory-sempai. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yes, see you tomorrow Hyoudou-kun. Your friends call you 'Ise' right? Could I call you that?"
"Sure! Sempai!"
Rias giggled once more before waving Issei off. "See you, Ise-kun."
Issei waved back as Rias disappeared up the stairs. His smile faded and he continued his walk. Somehow, he was able to avoid getting lost and found the front door. He opened it to find Souna and several people he recognized as part of the Student Council.
"Oh, so you're leaving without eating dinner?" Souna asked with a glare.
"Yes Shitori-kaichou. I've got a lot on my mind."
Souna's gaze softened slightly. "I bid you goodnight Hyoudou."
"Goodnight."
He passed them.
Issei walked out of school and down the road. He climbed the overpass, the one on the way to his apartment, and stayed there for some time. He watched the cars go by. Teenagers whooped and yelled as they came from the karaoke or were going to the karaoke. Men and women walked home from their jobs either happy and with a spring in their step or dragging their feet like an overworked horse. The crickets sang their night songs, moths flew around the street lights, while the ants gathered food in peace.
Issei suddenly felt weird all over. As if he wanted to wake up and find out that this was just a bad dream that seemed so real. He suddenly wished he hadn't taken the plunge and cut himself.
Yet…
His heart yearned for adventure. It didn't regret anything.
"Hey, boy, what are you doing all alone on a bridge like this?" a woman with raven hair leaned beside Issei. "Girlfriend dumped you?" She eyed the box in Issei's hand. "Or maybe not." She spied his other hand, the one with the bandage. "Ah, so you got into a fistfight and lost. The principal scolded you even though you were on the right side."
Issei sighed.
"It's fine if you don't wanna talk, I'm just here to have a smoke," she pulled out a cigarette and lighter.
The smell of smoke penetrated Issei's nose. "I'm not sure you should smoke here."
"Nah, it's fine. I've done this plenty of times already. In all my days here, you're the first person I have actually seen on this bridge at this hour," she waved his worries off. "So, want a smoke?" She offered him the box of cigarettes.
Issei reached for it, stopped, continued, stopped, touched the box, froze, before finally making his mind up and pulled out a cigarette. He took the offered lighter. A second and a half later, the cigarette was in his mouth. Three seconds later, he was in a coughing fit. "Ugh, how do people like smoking?"
"Meh, it's relaxing I guess," the woman shrugged as she chuckled at his expression. "So, boy, wanna spill to this ol' woman?"
Issei took another breath from his cigarette. He coughed a little less than he did a while ago. "Maybe not."
"That's fine I guess."
Issei leaned against the railing like her. She chuckled every now and then whenever he coughed. She blew smoke into his face which made him cough more while she cackled.
She checked her watch after her cigarette wilted. "Look kid, it's nearly ten, you sure your folks ain't looking for you yet?"
"Both my parents are dead."
"Oof. Have a girlfriend waiting for ya?"
"Nope. Women despise me," Issei muttered dejectedly.
The woman laughed out loud. She glared playfully at him, "Pervert."
Issei's head nearly hit the railing while she laughed.
"Either way. You shouldn't stay this late out."
Issei sighed. "At least let me finish the smoke?"
The woman cackled. "Sure. It looks nearly done though." She pulled out another cigarette and lighted it up.
Issei opened his apartment door. There were two familiar pairs of shoes on his shoe rack which meant…
"Yo Ise."
"Evening. What happened? Why did they call you?"
Matsuda and Motohama, childhood friends of Issei's, quickly assessed him. They have been with him ever since Issei could remember. He trusted them enough to give them the keys to his apartment.
"You smell like smoke. What the fuck man."
"Dope."
"You have a bandage too. Oi, don't tell me they made you do some sort of ritual or something. Did you disinfect already? Mom always tells me to disinfect my wounds," Matsuda asked with a worried face.
Issei nodded as they pulled him to the low table in a one-arm hug and sat him. "So... What happened?" Matsuda asked when he eyed the bento wrapped in a purple cloth.
Issei took a long breath and exhaled loudly, making both his friends wrinkle their noses at the smell of his breath. "Well, a man, Gremory-senpai's older brother, asked for me," Issei stopped.
"And?" Motohama asked.
Issei looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing. "He was looking for me because I have an inheritance."
"That's cool bro! You could probably buy yourself a house now," Matsuda whooped.
"I don't know guys," Issei stuttered under his breath.
"That's cool man. You don't have to rush. Take your time. You could probably wait till Christmas break till you go house hunting. I think I saw a lot of houses for sale with discounts last year. Yeah, Christmas sounds like a good idea. A new house as a gift for Christmas! A gift you bought yourself," Matsuda laughed out loud. When he felt nobody laughing with him, he stopped. His excitement dropping immediately when he saw Motohama's scary glare. Oh, that was just light bouncing off his glasses…
"I mean. I really don't know guys. Just this morning I was just a teenage orphan. And now…" Issei trailed off.
"And now you're smoking weed," Motohama concluded Issei's statement.
"I didn't buy it. I was just brooding on the overpass on the way home when she came and started smoking. She asked if I wanted one and…" Issei defended himself.
"Chill bro," Matsuda calmed his friend who took another breather. "The real question is," Matsuda began and Issei's eyes grew wide. "Did she have big boobs? What did she look like? What was she wearing? Was she a hooker? Brooo, maybe she was interested in you!"
Issei smiled a little. "Well, her boobs were big. She wore a black jacket over her white polo shirt," his smile turned into a grin. "She didn't button the top part so I saw her lacy black bra," he paused as he tried to recall her other features. "I think she had long black hair that reached her butt. She was wearing long black pants… I can't remember her eyes…"
"She probably had beautiful 'eyes'," Motohama commented with a wink.
"Oi!" Issei laughed.
"Take a bath already. You smell like shit," Matsuda said with a grin.
"Okay, okay, I will," Issei got up and walked towards his bedroom. Motohama shared Matsuda's grin. "Don't touch my bento. Himejima-senpai made that for me," Issei called from his room.
"Gah! Fine!" Matsuda whined good-naturedly. He set the bento in the middle of the table and walked to Issei's shelf of books, manga, DVDs, and most importantly: hentai.
If Issei had something to boast about, it was his collection of hentai. He owned them all: from underground masterpieces to famous shitposts; depressing suicidal stuff to heart-warming fluff; ugly bastards and NTR to vanilla and weddings; harem to futa; yuri to… no, Issei didn't own any yaoi. Issei could've been more famous around school if he owned a good amount of yaoi. Could've had a few girlfriends, probably.
Matsuda didn't bat an eye to the hentai that was proudly displayed but instead picked up a mathematics book and an English one.
Issei left his room, checked if someone opened his bento, then entered the bathroom after grabbing a manga. He left a few minutes later, dressed in comfortable clothes.
"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Motohama asked as he fingered through the English book.
"Eat Himejima-senpai's cooking then do whatever you guys want," Issei answered as he unwrapped the bento. He bowed a little then broke his chopsticks with a quiet "Itadakimasu." He took a bite from the beef and savored the taste.
It tasted so~ good. So this is how a girl cooks!
Issei knew how Matsuda's dad cooked as well as Motohama's mom. But this... this had a different taste~! Like the taste of a girl his age.
Issei snapped from wonderland by Matsuda's tug on his arm as well as Motohama's cold gaze. Oh wait… That's just his glasses. They both had puppy eyes.
"Please Issei… I beg you. Let me have a taste of Heaven," Matsuda begged.
Motohama followed Matsuda and groveled by Issei's feet.
Issei thought for a moment. Could he get something out of these guys? Nah, he was in a good mood now.
"Okay, guys… One bite each. Okay?" Issei chuckled nervously at their near desperate gazes which turned into stars as they thanked him, and thanked him, and thanked him some more. "Geez, you guys are like this already for just the taste of a girl's cooking…" Issei chuckled as they took a huge bite that left him with 3/4th of the food.
"Thanks man!"
"You're the best Ise."
Issei burped. "Thank you Himejima-sempai for the meal." He threw the box and the chopsticks but kept the purple cloth. He made a mental note to return it, the least he could do to return the favor at a later time— even though his cooking skills sucked. "Okay, what should we do now?" he asked his two friends who were studying. They eagerly put away the books and glanced at each other.
"Anime?"
"Nah, the ones this season are kinda boring."
"Scrabble?"
"My brain hurts already…"
"Eroge?"
"Yes." "Good idea."
"The MOBA one or the beat-em-up?"
"The fps."
"Do you even have one, Ise?"
"Yep. Just bought it yesterday."
"How do you even play fps on an eroge?"
"Dunno. I haven't tried it yet. It was also newly released so there were still few reviews."
"Huh. So we're one of the pioneers!"
Issei's phone pinged and the whole room became silent.
"Okay… Who was that?"
"Yeah… Ise, could that be Gremory-sempai?
"I think it's Himejima-senpai."
"You're on Motohama! Five-hundred yen to the right guess."
Issei picked his phone up and checked his inbox which was mainly filled with his pals' texts, their parents' questions on Issei's health, the random person asking for hentai, and the teachers' messages when telling Issei what assignments he should do. He clicked the unknown number.
"Good evening Hyoudou-kun, did you enjoy the food I cooked?" —Unknown Number
"It's Himejima-senpai," Issei said.
Matsuda whimpered as he handed Motohama his 500 yen.
"Yeah, Himejima-senpai! I loved it!" —Issei
"Crap! I wrote 'loved'!" Issei wailed to which Matsuda and Motohama laughed. "What's she gonna think?!"
"She's probably gonna write you off as a creep," Matsuda snickered.
"Or probably tell her friends that you said 'I loved it'," Motohama added his two yen.
"Nooooooooo!"
"Ara ara~ how cute~" —Himejima Akeno
Issei's soul left his body while Matsuda and Motohama sniggered. They couldn't read his messages but they enjoyed his facial reactions.
"I hope that you're feeling better. You looked kind of pale when you left" —Himejima Akeno
"What did she say?" Matsuda asked.
"She asked if I feel better."
"Pfft! Yeah, you're probably high from smoking weed."
"I'm feeling better. Your food helped as well as my pals. A few hours of sleep later and I will be back in top shape!" —Hyoudou Issei
"That's good to hear. You have good friends" —Himejima Akeno
"Yep. There the best!" —Hyoudou Issei
"*They're" —Hyoudou Issei
"Fufufu~" —Himejima Akeno
"You're smiling like an idiot."
"Shut up Motohama! You'll understand what I feel like when you're texting a beautiful woman."
"OOF!" Matsuda cackled.
"Ise…"
"Btw, where did you get my phone number?" —Hyoudou Issei
"From Sona" —Himejima Akeno
"I C" —Hyoudou Issei
"Sorry to cut this short. A customer came. Tomorrow again?" —Himejima Akeno
"Oh, that's ok. See you tomorrow." —Hyoudou Issei
Issei set his phone down on the table.
"What happened? She lost interest? That was fast," Matsuda asked curiously.
"Uhhh, she has work? She said a customer came," Issei answered.
Motohama checked his phone. "Bro, it's already past eleven."
"What's her work?" Matsuda asked.
"I don't know," Issei scratched his cheek sheepishly.
"Nevermind then. Ask her tomorrow. Let's game!"
"Yeah, go let's!" Issei pumped his fist into the air before they set up for their game.
So they played an fps eroge until past midnight. And for a moment, Issei forgot his newfound troubles and sudden stresses. He forgot how his view of the world he knew got flipped. This was his everyday life— predictable, calm, mundane. He was trading that for a life of a devil— chaotic, unpredictable, and possible death. The trade-off was riches and a possible harem.
Hyoudou Issei would always choose the choice with a harem— even if it meant losing this sense of normal.
"Tch. This wound is annoying," Issei cursed as he lost once again while his friends laughed.
~ Author's Rant ~
This fic started off as a wandering thought of mine. It wasn't important. I was writing a FGO fic when the idea suddenly popped in my brain of making an Incubus!Issei. It quickly expanded into this and now I'm currently planning out the third arc. lol
Reviews are always appreciated. All kinds, including death threats.
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Credits:
Francogamerxz for unintentionally inspiring part of this. (I don't wanna get sued for plagiarism by Milord!)
Aesix for beta reading
LOLZ1337 for his critics
ludicium for his advice
If you've read this far then here's a bonus scene.
"If news does indeed get out, then at least, he gets a head start. Before the old devils consume him," he muttered. Grayfia knew how much he didn't like politicians and their mind games. She had a distaste for them too.
Grayfia lightly massaged her husband's head soothingly. "I'll make you forget all about them," she whispered sultrily into his ear, enjoying the way he shivered slightly on her lap.
She trailed kisses from his forehead to his lips. She licked his lips… strawberries… as if asking for entrance. He opened his lips and let her tongue in. They danced for a moment before her lips closed on his. Their tongues explored each other. He bit her lower lip and they ended.
Sirzechs flipped them so that Grayfia lay under him. He dove to her exposed neck and kissed her, licked her, and bit her. She slowly undressed him of his undershirt and traced his well built back.
She moaned when he bit a little harder.
Sirzechs pulled away to help her get rid of his shirt. He looked down on her with those lustful eyes of his. His chest heaved as he took in heavy breathes, droplets of sweat giving it an ethereal look.
Sirzechs gripped the maid uniform of Grayfia and forcefully tore it, exposing her generous breasts. He quickly sucked on her pink nipples. Grayfia moaned in pleasure, the ministrations of her husband working their magic.
Sirzechs' hand that wasn't groping her moved downwards and under her skirt. He felt no panties. He grinned. He lightly teased her pussy with his skilled fingers. He slid his fingers around. He rubbed around it. Yet he didn't enter.
Grayfia shot him a pleading look and he shot her a teasing grin.
Sirzechs slowly placed three fingers into her nether regions. She whimpered slightly at the speed he went. Agonizingly slow. He pulled out and pushed back in. He enjoyed how her love juices dripped from his hand whenever it emerged from her hot folds. He loved how warm she felt.
"Sirzechs…" Grayfia shot him a glare that showed her impatience.
He stuck his tongue at her but fully pulled his fingers out. He licked her sweet nectar off of them. He kissed Grayfia, sharing with her own sweetness.
Grayfia flipped them again so that she was on top. She didn't separate from their kiss as she pulled his pants and undergarments off him. She then straddled him, his hard erection pressing against her wet folds.
She ended their kiss. She slowly traveled down his body, rubbing herself onto him. His cock touched against her face, heat radiating from the monster. She kissed the tip and fondled the balls.
"Grayfia," Sirzechs moaned when she licked it from the bottom to the tip, where she suckled harshly.
Encouraged with his continued moans, Grayfia kissed and licked all around his cock. She didn't leave one part of it untouched.
Satisfied with her work, Grayfia opened her mouth and took in the monster of a dick. Her gag reflex has long since disappeared, and she reached the cock's base in no time at all.
Combing an irritating strand of hair and tucking it behind her ear, she deepthroated Sirzechs' member. She hummed and she sucked, rocking back and forth. Whenever the tip nearly flew out of her mouth, her tongue would lightly tease the tip and slightly enter it at times.
Grayfia tasted her husband's precum after a few more sucks.
Sirzechs moaned and gripped her head.
She loved this part.
With a small roar, Sirzechs gripped her head and pumped his cock into her mouth a good number of times. He shifted into a kneeling position to get a better ramming position.
Grayfia's fingers played with her womanhood as Sirzechs face fucked her. She hummed whenever Sirzechs was fully in and sucked when he pulled back.
"Grayfia!" with one last roar and one last pull, Sirzechs pushed himself balls-deep into her mouth. Cum shot down her throat. Sirzechs pulled out of her mouth after a few rounds. Grayfia got cum on her face when the last round shot out of his still hard penis.
Grayfia scooped the cum with her fingers and licked it off. It was too much for the Devil Lord. With a burst of energy, Sirzechs forcefully pushed her on her back. He spread her legs wide and licked her womanhood.
"Sirzechs," Grayfia moaned when she felt her husband's tongue enter her. She didn't need much teasing to cum. The combination of the rough play and her own fingers had already gotten her near the edge. Her juices splashed into Sirzechs awaiting mouth.
With foreplay done, both lovers were barely exhausted. They shared another hungry kiss. Their breaths brushed against one another whenever they separated for a moment. They knew what was coming next.
Sirzechs positioned aligned his prick with her awaiting lower lips. With a strong thrust, he fully sheathed himself into her. He silenced her heavy moan with a kiss.
Sirzechs quickly pumped into her. His dick struck all the right spots that made her feel a kind of pleasure that only he could provide. Gripping her waist, he picked up the pace.
"Sirzechs!"
"Grayfia…"
Grayfia screeched when his monstrous dick became even longer and thicker. It stretched her past the maximum limit. She longed for this pain and pleasure as Sirzechs destroyed her womanhood with forceful thrusts. All she could do was groan and moan tirelessly.
She would probably be limp tomorrow.
"SIRZECHS!" she screamed as she drew bloody gashes on his back. The gashes healed instantaneously, barely leaving a scratch.
She didn't know how many times she came. She only knew that the love of her life was giving her love.
With a grace that comes with experience, he stood up yet didn't fully exit Grayfia's snatch. With a strong grip, he lifted her up and dropped her on his member. Careful not to drop her on the ground but rough enough that she gave another especially loud groan, he did so again. He enjoyed the moans of Grayfia whenever gravity did its work and pulled her full body weight on his dick. He loved how her walls tightly gripped his crotch whenever he went deep into her. He loved how her eyes were glazed over and she only thought of him.
"Sirzechs… Sirzechs…" she kept repeating like a mantra. Grayfia limply lay in the arms that nearly suffocated her and on his dick as he pumped into her.
He increased the speed of his thrusts and she awakened once more. With a scream, she tightened all around him; her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and her walls around his manhood. She tightly gripped him as he thrust deeper, faster, harder.
With a roar, Sirzechs unleashed into her, stream after stream of semen. The cum dripped onto the floor, decorating the usual dark red carpet with white.
Sirzechs lovingly kissed her. "You good?" he whispered softly into her ear.
"Yes, just a bit tired," she still lay in his arms, engorged cock buried deep in her.
"What did Millicas do this time?" Sirzechs asked.
"He destroyed part of the kitchen," Grayfia sighed.
Sirzechs hummed. "I better talk to him. We should also start training him on how control his power."
"Yes. I agree with that."
"You're beautiful."
"You're beautiful too."
Both of them shared a laugh.
"I'm still hard," Sirzechs said with a slight smirk on his face.
"Get a succubus then, I want to sleep," Grayfia lay her head on his chest.
"You usually don't leave me with an erection y'know. You're losing your touch my love."
Grayfia stared at him for a good long moment before rising up to the challenge. They ended up fucking till morning and one hour to prepare for their meeting with one Issei Hyoudou.