~ Nichijou Part 2 ~

Morning Routine

Issei awoke atop a mount of pillows. Above him was the familiar insignia of the Seir, a yellow H that was intersected by an S. It glowed softly, illuminating the rather dark room. Still, his devilish biology allowed him to see everything quite clearly. The dawn light could be seen faintly from the ends of the curtain that covered the window facing the north, cutting into the otherwise dark room. The soft breathing of his sleeping maids was a melody to his ears and nearly convinced him to rejoin them in their dreams.

Issei glanced around him, taking note of the limbs that intertwined with his own. Hitsui lay her head on his chest while Haku snuggled under his arm. Kurenai was at the edge of the bed, her injury sustained from the Mad Ghoul a week ago having yet to recover. Since her sin was Pride, her wounds didn't heal as fast as Issei who heals faster with acts of Lust.

Aika? Aika was nowhere to be seen nor felt. Issei took note that it has been several days already since she had gotten up early.

Issei debated with himself, on one hand, going back to sleep felt like a good idea. On the other, it was a Wednesday morning, and school was in session in a few hours. The debate was pretty hard, until the feeling of sleepiness disappeared and Issei decided to finally rise.

Issei smoothly detached himself from his sleeping maids, careful not to wake them up. He got up, not bothering to hide his morning wood, and silently closed the bedroom door behind him.

The top floor of the building, his newly built house, was five stories tall (the blueprints originally had four stories but that was just bad luck). The bedrooms resided on the topmost floor, master's bedroom and the individual bedrooms for his future peerage.

The floor below that was a recreation room and Issei's collection room. It contained a library with all the light novels, manga, and all the anime DVDs that Issei bought with his newfound wealth on a row of shelves as well as the hentai, reference books, and everything NSFW displayed on a different row of shelves. Several computer setups were in another portion of this floor as well as a television, where Matsuda and Motohama would hang out during their free time. Display shelves with the anime figurines lined the walls with anime posters on top of that, all set up by Rias as a gift for the new house. She had also gracefully donated a few anime figurines herself, ones that Issei didn't have, to which he bowed happily to Rias' embarrassment.

A small shrine was set up in the corner by Akeno with scents and oils being burnt to Issei's dead parents. Irina looked distastefully at it once and added a cross on top, warding off Akeno who took it down later. Irina then tacked it to the wall, Akeno removed it, and a silent war ensued on keeping the cross on and removing it. It was amusing for Issei.

Enough about the recreation room...

Below that was the ground floor. The ground floor contained the kitchen, the baths, the dining area, and another large television with very comfortable couches surrounding it. Having sex on them was very enjoyable—with the dim lights and the sound system playing romantic audio- or just classic metal, whichever Issei was in the mood for.

The house had two underground floors. The lowest was dubbed by Issei as the "magic circle room" which was, as the name states, the magic circle room where the summoning circle was for contracts. There was also the teleportation circle connected to the Seir main house as well as to the Occult Research Club.

The floor between the lowest and the ground floor was the training room. Lots of weights, a large space to jog, and an assortment of dummies and punching bags. It was here that Issei found Aika, dripping in sweat and delivering devastating blows to a punching bag. If the punching bag was a normal one used by professional boxers, it would have been torn to pieces already. But it wasn't a mundane bag, but one made to withstand a dragon's love tap.

Aika delivered one final punch to the bag, making an echoing sound across the room. The bag jerked back and forth from the kinetic energy while Aika wiped her sweat with a towel.

The sweat dripping off her developing muscles was a treat for Issei's eyes. That shiny sheen on her milky skin was so erotic, it made Issei Jr. twitch harder still.

Issei recalled the moment he returned home after the battle with the Mad Ghoul. Aika was weeping and apologizing profusely at Issei's feet, which made the young man feel awkward about the whole thing and try to make Aika feel better.

"I just can't be a back line support. As your pawn, I also need to get stronger physically," she promised him days ago. Every morning after that, she would go here and train until her muscles were sore. Issei found her lying in her own pool of sweat, unable to move due to the muscle pain.

"I see that you're learning some restraint," Issei made his presence known. Aika turned her golden eyes towards him. They fleeted down not before long with an expectant look.

"I can learn," Aika grinned. "Now it's time for the snack before breakfast," she eyed Issei's morning wood. She sauntered towards him, removing her sports bra as she did. Her ever-growing breasts since her reincarnation softly swayed as she walked. Once Aika reached Issei, she got down onto her knees and worshiped Issei's cock.

Aika licked Issei's cock, one hand cupping his balls while another massaged the shaft. She was addicted to the taste of Issei's cock at this point. Her pussy lips moistened and drenched her skin tight biker shorts.

Issei's cock tasted like heaven. Meaty, salty, with that hint of sweetness from the cum of herself and his maids. Aika loved how musky it smelled like. The thick smell reeked of sweat, and sex, and Issei. She liked its warmth and smooth texture in her hands and on her lips.

Once Issei's dick was rock hard and covered in her saliva, Aika opened her mouth to choke herself on it. The head slid over her tongue, and the thick shaft followed. Aika took in a breath before forcing his cock down her throat.

Issei groaned and put his hand on Aika's head. He massaged her hair as she rolled her tongue around his cock. His other hand reached down to fondle her soft breasts.

Issei's grunts and moans of pleasure were like music to Aika's ears. She purred happily, gaining another groan of pleasure from Issei. Sucking sounds filled the room. Aika happily bobbed her head up and down Issei's shaft.

"Faster," Issei ran his hand through Aika's hair, pulling and pushing as went sucked his cock. The pain made Aika tear up a bit, the pleasure that came with it urged her to move faster. Her lips, tongue, and throat all worked on squeezing her beloved cock.

Issei's hand left her breasts and laid itself on her head, along with its brother. Issei started bucking his hips. He used Aika's mouth and throat for his own pleasure, not minding as Aika choked on his cock. He knew that she enjoyed it as much as he did. Issei grunted, the knot in his stomach getting tighter and tighter.

Without warning, Issei came. His warm seed filled her throat. He gripped her head and thrusted his cock into her mouth. He stood frozen for a few seconds, enjoying the ecstasy. Aika on the other hand was content to feel the hot semen flow down her throat and fill her mouth.

Issei slowly unsheathed his cock from Aika's mouth. Aika slightly tightened her lips around his dick, not wanting the delicious seed to fall out. She was unsuccessful and cum and saliva hung from the tip of Issei's cock. Aika licked the leftover semen from her lips before gently cupping Issei's shaft gently and guiding the tip to her tongue.

Issei groaned when Aika gave the tip a few licks. "Fuck," he grunted when the stimulation was too much and he came another load on Aika's face. Aika flinched in surprise when the hot seed landed on her face. She reached for it and brought the seed to her mouth.

"That's so fucking hot," Issei said as he admired the scene of Aika licking her fingers.

"Thank you for the meal," Aika said hotly once she was done. "Now, shall we have desserts?" she lay on the exercise mat and spread her legs.

Issei grinned. "You bet," he said and hovered over Aika's defenseless pussy before penetrating it.

The Day's End

The bell that signaled the end of classes for the day rang. Issei groaned as he stretched on his chair. He didn't join any club so he could go home early. But he was a bit thirsty so he went to drink some water at the canteen. There, he found a mummy.

"Good afternoon, Issei-kun."

"Good afternoon. Wha- Wait, are you… Kiba?"

"That's me."

"You look alive."

"Same could be said of you."

"I look more alive than you."

Issei nodded at Kiba, there was no silly quip or trolling around from this guy. He honestly looked worse than Issei. His legs were in casts and he carried around a crutch. Kiba's pretty boy face was nowhere to be seen, bandages covered most of it and only leaving an eye and part of his mouth to be seen.

"Do I look like a mummy to you?"

Issei gave Kiba a look. "Yes, yes you do," he said dismissively.

"You can call me mommy if you want."

"Fuck you Yuuto Kiba," Issei cursed the other boy under his breath.

"P-Please go easy on me."

Much to Issei's horror, many of the girls around them gasped. He didn't speak low enough!

DAMN YOU KIBA YUUTO! Issei swore he would get revenge on the bastard one of these days. Issei retreated from the Kiba fan girls that gossiped about Kiba's statements, the fan girls that wanted to get more information from Issei, and the fan girls that wanted to skin him alive.

Issei retreated to the Occult Research Club room.

He opened the double doors to the club room and found Rias asleep on the couch, naked as the day she was born. Issei felt his member harden but fought back his lust. He wasn't going to get horny for such a defenseless senpai!

Issei carefully walked to the desk of Rias. The papers on the table were neatly arranged in piles. Issei's eyes picked up some things like reports on the nearby Christian's movements, invitations for devil gatherings, updated information about strays in Japan, requests for support in the local prefecture from youkai, and a small letter which read "Sagarel owns nothing." Nothing that Issei found particularly interesting.

Issei lounged on the couch opposite Rias and took out his sketch book— where he and Haku had been designing the battle uniform of Issei's peerage (future and current). He flipped through the pages, admiring how pretty Haku's drawings looked like. It wasn't long until the calm and peacefulness of the room made Issei sleepy. He yawned and glanced at Rias' sleeping form.

His eyes wandered to Rias' naked body. Her skin was so smooth and glowed under the afternoon light that meandered through the dark curtains. Her crimson hair contrasted heavily with her milky skin, adding to her etherealness. Her lips were plump and pink, perfect for kissing. Rias' large breasts hypnotically rose and fell as she breathed. Her pink nipples caught Issei's full attention in specific. Her legs were slightly apart so that if Issei angled his head ever so slightly, he would just see her sacred place…

Issei shook his head. Math! Math! Think about math! One. Two. Three looked like a pair of boobs from the top. Eight looked like a pair of boobs from the front. Sixty-nine looked like that sex position–

Issei silently banged his head against the table. "Self-control, self-control," he muttered. The earlier sleepiness was gone now.

Rias moaned softly in her sleep, not helping with Issei's dilemma. She turned around on the couch, exposing her defenseless back to Issei. Her plump bottom was also very tempting to smack.

Issei once again retreated away from the club room and out of the old school building. Nope! Nu-uh!

He bumped into Irina.

"Oof!"

"Ouch, Issei? This is the second time this has happened," Irina laughed as she got up and dusted her skirt.

"I'm sorry!"

"No problemo!" Irina patted Issei's shoulder. "Say, why were you running? Something urgent?"

"Not really," Issei said. He was slouching to hide his boner from Irina.

"Don't slouch, stand erect Ise-kun!" Irina scolded and patted his lower back. Oh, Irina, you do not know how erect Issei was right now. "Wanna walk home together? It's been age~s," Irina asked as she bounced around Issei. His eyes couldn't help but wander a bit lower.

"Sure," he said dumbly.

"Great! Just let me go get my stuff back in the classroom!" Irina clapped her hands and jogged to the new school building. "Don't leave without me, okay?" she shouted before turning the corner.

"I won't!" Issei promised. "Good thing she didn't see this…" Once Irina was out of sight and nobody was seen, Issei decided to do something about his boner. "Kurenai," he called. On cue, his loyal maid dropped from the rooftop of the school.

"Yes, Issei-sama?"

"Put your hands to the wall and bend over. I'll make this quick."

The Issue of a Cold Woman

It was close to midnight and the student council room was nearly empty, only two students were in it. Sona Sitri, or rather known as Shitori Souna (So-chan, embarrassingly, by her childhood friends), and her Knight, Meguri Tomoe.

Tomoe fiddled with her fingers nervously. "Uhm, President, you called for me?"

"Yes, I did. I wanted to thank you for helping Hyoudou- ehem- Seir Issei with recovering his magical energy. I know with your exorcist background, it was a rather hard decision to make. You set your pride aside, good job."

Tomoe felt her nervousness fade away. She almost gave Sona a gleeful smile. "Thank you-"

"That being said," Sona interrupted. "There is another reason why I called you here, Tomoe," she put her pen away and focused her attention onto Tomoe. "If you have conflicted feelings about Issei, I advise you to cast them aside. That moment was merely a necessary action for you to take. There is no greater meaning to it other than just survival."

Tomoe stood frozen. She had not expected that. She should have expected that. To her, her first time was not something that should be given without meaning! Sex was almost sacred, something that should only be done to bind two souls. Someone telling her that there was no greater meaning to it was just– It was just—

Tomoe couldn't find the words to voice her frustrations in her head.

"You are dismissed," Sona said and got back to her work.

Tomoe bowed respectfully and left the student council room.

Once out, she let the frustration on her face show and ran. Of course, her master wouldn't understand her feelings. She was an ice queen who needed no one beside her. There was nothing that could ruffle Sona Sitri's feathers. Tomoe's feelings were irrational. Anger, sadness, confusion, broken pride? That didn't matter. All those were irrational to Sona and needed to be discarded.

Tomoe tripped and fell onto the hard cement ground. She was unable to strengthen herself with magic and ended up scraping her elbows and knees. She barely felt the pain.

Water dripped onto the road. Was that rain? No, those were Tomoe's tears. Tomoe felt cold all over. Oh, it was indeed raining. It had been raining for some time. Rain always came at the wrong time. Or was it the right time?

Tomoe was drenched to the bone, and her blood mixed with the rainwater that flowed into the draining system. Suddenly, an umbrella shielded her from the rain. Tomoe looked up to see the last person that she expected. Or was he the person she wanted to see the most right now?

"Are you okay? You look hurt," Issei fussed over her wounds. "Hitsui, get the first aid," his gentle eyes, normally so filled with lust, turned back to Tomoe. "Can you walk?"

Tomoe winced when she finally felt the sting from her wounds.

Issei put his school blazer over Tomoe's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around and under her, pulling her up in a princess carry. She wasn't given enough time to even yelp.

After a few moments of indecision, Tomoe laid her head against Issei's chest. It was so warm, so different to how Sona talked with her. It was… nice. Truly, she had misjudged Issei from mere rumors. A part of her rejoiced at the fact he was so close again. It took everything she had not to shake her head to try and clear those thoughts. It helped that he looked so serious from her angle.

Tomoe wanted those few seconds of being carried to last for eternity. It just felt so comfortable. Sadly, it only lasted until she was carefully seated in the Seir limousine.

"What happened? You don't look to be attacked. Are you okay?"

Issei fussed over her some more as his maid, Hitsui, disinfected her wounds. Tomoe barely felt the sting of oil nor the drying of her hair by a towel. Her sole focus was on Issei.

"Are you okay?"

"I- I'm-" Tomoe's voice caught her throat. She couldn't help it. A flood of emotions came out. Emotions she didn't expect. Was this thing that clutched her heart… sadness? Happiness? Tranquility? Tomoe didn't know. Tears started flowing from her eyes. She started crying and she didn't know why.

"Shhhhh, you're okay now. It's okay," Issei stopped fussing over her wounds and brought her head to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her.

They were so warm.

He was so warm.

The World

News of the Seir spread. Spies placed in Kuoh reported quickly back to their masters. Among these was one sent by the Catholic Church. The spy reported back about the skirmish, who were involved, and that the Seir Pillar had an heir. Additional details was that the Seir had allied with the Anglican Church, more specifically an exorcist of theirs.

While the Catholics couldn't care less anymore about what the Protestants, the heretics, did. Finding an ally with the Seir was a great boon, seeing as they could stop time. And it's not like that the Catholics were above making contracts with devils. On the contrary, they had made pacts with the devil in the past. It led them to unsavory massacres, like the Spanish Inquisition, but they were at that time a necessary evil to stop greater evils.

The Seir weren't a bad Pillar; they were one of the less evil ones, and the Vatican decided that they must gain their favor before one of the brasher Catholics decided that killing a weak Seir in the name of Christianity was a good idea. Now, the problem was, who would go? Who will they send? The reports said they saw the Seir with a tail but no horns- an incubus. So, sending men to talk with the Seir heir was not something they should consider.

There was however an option. A woman, an exorcist who was strong enough not to be killed in devil territory but also trusted enough to not raise any red flags with the devils: Griselda Quarta.

But Christians always had to be sent in pairs or more. Who was free? Who was going to accompany Griselda?

Griselda had suggested her sister, but she was ruled out for being too brash.

How about the Holy Maiden that fell from grace? Yes, she would do.

Use her as a peace offering to the Seir. That's two birds with one stone. That way, a contract could be made, a maiden that may cause heresies for the trust and cooperation of the Devil Pillar of Time.

That seemed fair enough. The price they would have to pay for being unable to protect the Holy Maiden. At least she still had some use.

Conspiracy

A lone woman lazed on the overpass, smoking a cigarette. She was dressed like a regular office worker, suit and a skirt. A few cans of cheap beer lay discarded at her feet. Once her cigarette had nearly run out, she tapped the cigarette's butt to get rid of the ash. She used the ash to draw a small magic communication circle on the side of the railing. She wrote in the code to connect with the Grigori's communication system.

"Name?" a person appeared on the magic circle and asked. The circle produced a hologram horizontally since the circle was sideways.

"Raynare."

"Mission?"

"Sacred Gear scouting. Kuoh, Japan." There were times when Raynare thought if this was even needed. Why haven't humans invented a sorting magic circle yet, so agents, like Raynare, wouldn't have to go through this question-and-answer dance and song over and over again. They have made so many security and barrier magic circles but none that automatically checks magic signature yet?

"Subject?"

"Hyoudou, Issei."

"Report?"

"Chances of Hyoudou Issei being a Sacred Gear user is 100%. I am sending in the details," Raynare pulled out a piece of paper from inside her suit pocket. She manipulated the magic circle and inserted the paper into the hologram, and it disappeared into burning fractals of magic sparks.

The paper appeared on the other side, in the hands of the person talking to Raynare. The person thoroughly looked at the paper before supplanting, "I see… This requires a higher up."

Raynare raised her eyebrow. These things usually just go through a check and say if the Sacred Gear user should be recruited or not. This could only mean three things: possibly new Sacred Gear, a Longinus, or a dangerous Sacred Gear.

A different man appeared a few moments later. It was a man with long hair and elven ears. Kokabiel. He was a person Raynare didn't like at all. "Greetings, Raynare. It looks like this Issei Hyoudou has a Longinus. Do you know what those are?"

Raynare resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Yes, I do, Sir."

"Good, good. The data shows that he owns the Annihilation Maker. I don't have to explain what that does. Based on the personality of this Issei Hyoudou, it doesn't seem like that he would do any good with his Sacred Gear even if we recruited him."

Raynare would have raised an eyebrow in suspicion if she wasn't facing one of the highest positions in the Grigori.

"Orders are to kill Issei Hyoudou and leave Kuoh immediately."

"Not leave him alone, Sir?"

"The orders were from the Governor General himself."

"...I understand."

"Are there any other concerns?"

"I would like to request reinforcements, preferably those with specialties in assassination and retreat."

"I see. The reinforcements should be arriving in Japan in two weeks."

"Is there anyone closer? We are deep in Devil territory, I would prefer getting this over with faster."

If Kokabiel was irritated, he didn't show it. He turned his head to talk to his subordinates. "Lint Sellzen shall accompany you, she should arrive within twelve hours."

"Thank you, Lord Kokabiel."

With that, the call was cut off without Kokabiel saying anything else.

Raynare made a small light spear, barely the size of a toothpick, and burned her cigarette butt with it. She wiped off the magic circle of ash with her hand before cleaning her hand with alcohol- the disinfectant kind. She wasn't one to waste good alcohol.

"What are the mission orders?"

"Orders are to kill Issei Seir."

"Wouldn't that trigger another Great War!?" her companion nearly shouted in shock.

"Which is exactly why we aren't going to do it, Mittelt," Raynare spoke. "This whole thing feels suspicious. Lord Azazel wouldn't do such a thing, I'm sure."

"What are we going to do then?"

Raynare hummed as she thought. "Kidnap the Seir."

"That's madness!"

"I don't like agreeing with him, but I agree with Kalawarner on this one," another of Raynare's companions spoke up. "What are you thinking? That would spark an international outrage. I may like a good fight, but the Seir is on good terms with both Lucifer and Leviathan's sisters."

"Don't worry, Dohnaseek, if all goes well, Issei Seir will be back to normal before the next day."

"And if not?" Kalawarner asked.

"We kill him and get labeled as strays."

Raynare's companions all stayed silent.

"...So, Raynare, when are we going to commence the operation 'Kidnap Seir'?" Mittelt asked.

"When Lint arrives, we will start making preparations. I trust her, and she's human enough that she won't be under the Devil's radar," Raynare turned to look at her companions, people she could call friends. "It is pretty dangerous. Are you with me?"

Her group smiled. "Of course."

"We wouldn't be asking if we weren't."

"I guess being a stray would lead us to fight some strong people."

Raynare nodded and started walking off the bridge. Her companions followed behind her.

Something was up, and she sure wasn't going to be the dumbass triggering another Great War. She will find out if there was a plot behind the scenes and she was being used as a pawn or if she was just being paranoid. If push comes to shove, she would do what she thought was best for the Grigori.

For Lord Azazel.

Matsuda and Motohama

"Hey, Motohama…"

"What do you think about the supernatural existing?"

Motohama stopped eating his yakisoba and considered the question. "I would say it's a completely logical thing," he raised his eyeglasses. "Consider this: we do not fully know how the world works. Therefore, things that we do not understand would be called the 'supernatural.' But once we are able to understand how things work, these supernatural things would no longer be considered super but rather mundane things in life."

"That's not what I meant!" Matsuda shouted, interrupting Motohama before he could add more. "I meant with Issei slowly leaving us! The perverted trio would now just be a duo! And it's all because he turned into a dragon."

"A devil, actually."

"Whatever," Matsuda huffed and plopped onto the grass. "What can we do to get Issei back?"

Motohama casted a side glance. "Spread rumors that he's gay with Kiba?"

"...I don't know how that's going to help. But that sounds awesome."

Little did they know, the rumors that they would spread would only add to the already growing fire in Kuoh Academy.

The red dragon snored.

Edited by: Aerex and Dzius.

Blame my own damn laziness for making this take so long. Next chapter should answer some of the questions that you guys have, if this one didn't make it obvious.

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