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Chapter 5


The funeral for Gorou Hyoudou was a somber affair, the weight of the day pressing down on everyone in attendance. Ise stood beside his brother and mother, silent as they finally laid their father to rest. The day was filled with quiet sobs, shared glances, and moments of reflection as the Hyoudou family came together to say their final goodbyes. Sona and Rias had ensured that both Ise and Issei had time to recover, not just physically but emotionally as well. They had been granted a few more days off school to properly mourn, but now, the inevitable had arrived.

Today was the day they returned to school.

Ise and Issei walked side by side in the early morning light, the school looming just ahead of them. Neither spoke much, both lost in their thoughts. They had been warned by Sona and Rias that, unlike most supernatural incidents, the memories of what had happened hadn't been erased from the minds of their classmates. That meant people would talk, people would speculate, and it would be up to them to handle the attention, whether it was well-meaning or not.

Ise's gaze flicked to his brother. Issei had always been a source of laughter and light in his life, the goofy older brother who wore his perversion like a badge of honor. But after what they'd both experienced—the trauma of losing their father, the discovery of their new lives as Devils—there was a quiet understanding between them now, a bond that had deepened in the aftermath. The space between them seemed smaller, their steps a little more in sync than before.

Over the past few days, Ise had opened up to Issei about his magic, revealing that he had possessed it for some time but had kept it hidden, unsure of how to use it or control it. Now, with the support of Rias and her family, he would begin training under her mother's guidance, learning how to harness the power that had been lying dormant within him.

The first time Ise had cracked a smile after everything was when Issei had, true to form, immediately asked him about Rias's mother's "melon size," a cheeky grin spreading across his face. Ise couldn't help but laugh at his brother's antics, a warmth filling his chest. For a moment, it felt like everything might be okay again.

Their mother, Miki, had been the pillar of their family through it all. She had scolded Ise lightly when she found out about him practicing magic on his own, worried for his safety, but her pride had shone through. She was thrilled to learn that one of her sons had such a remarkable power, and she had been even more excited when Rias explained the potential that lay within Issei as well.

The revelation that her boys were no longer human didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. When Rias had explained the Devil society and how it worked, Miki had confidently declared that her sons would both become high-class Devils someday, especially with dependable women like Sona and Rias by their sides. Rias had blushed at the praise, vowing to guide Issei as best she could.

As for Miki herself, she had thrown herself into learning everything she could about Devil society. With the help of Rias and Sona, they had built a new house for the family, practically overnight, and Miki had dived into every book available on the history, etiquette, and way of life in this new world. She was determined to ensure that her sons were well-equipped to navigate their new lives, and she would be there with them every step of the way.

As the school gates loomed closer, Ise and Issei exchanged a glance. Ise could feel his nerves bubbling up, but he reached out a hand, offering it to his brother. Issei smiled, taking his hand in a rare show of affection as they walked through the gates together—older and younger brother, united in their shared experience.

The schoolyard was already bustling with students, and Ise could hear the murmurs as soon as they stepped onto the grounds. People noticed them right away, whispering amongst themselves as the two brothers made their way inside. Ise wasn't particularly bothered by the attention, but Issei seemed to feel a bit out of place. For once, the stares weren't out of disgust or curiosity about his usual antics—they were a mix of concern, curiosity, and sympathy.

"Issei!" two voices called out, cutting through the noise. Ise turned to see Motohama and Matsuda, Issei's two friends, barreling toward them. Before Ise could react, they lunged at Issei, tackling him to the ground in an exuberant hug.

"Dude! We're so glad you're back!" Motohama cried, his glasses askew as he grinned down at Issei.

"We heard what happened, man. If you need anything, just say the word!" Matsuda added, equally emotional.

Issei, caught off guard, let out a surprised yelp before laughing as his friends pinned him to the ground. Ise couldn't help but smile at the sight, releasing his brother's hand as he let the trio have their reunion.

Before Ise could turn back, he was suddenly spun around and pulled into a firm embrace. His face was buried against something soft and warm, and he blinked in surprise as he realized what—or rather who—he had been pressed against.

Sana.

He recognized the familiar sensation of her body, her hand gently resting on the back of his head as she held him to her chest. There was a subtle warmth in her voice as she greeted him, a tone that only he seemed to notice amidst the bustle of the schoolyard.

"Welcome back," she said softly, her stoic expression unchanging, but there was an unmistakable tenderness in the way she hugged him.

Ise, caught off guard but not at all displeased, wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her back. He didn't care that people were watching or that he was still processing everything that had happened. In that moment, being held by Sana felt like a small anchor, something to ground him amidst the whirlwind of emotions he had been dealing with.

For a brief moment, the world around them faded away, and all Ise could focus on was the steady beat of Sana's heart and the comforting warmth of her embrace.


Issei stood in the quiet of the Occult Research Club room, the soft rustle of his tracksuit the only sound as he finished tying his shoes. Today was the first day back at school, and despite everything that had happened, he felt a strange sense of anticipation. Today wasn't just any ordinary day; it was the beginning of his training under Rias, the woman who had not only saved his life but had introduced him to a world he never knew existed.

He paused for a moment, his hand resting on the zipper of his jacket as his thoughts wandered to the redhead. Rias Gremory. She had been nothing but kind, caring, and patient with him since that fateful night. Her presence had been a balm to his fractured soul, especially after the trauma of losing their father. Issei couldn't deny the overwhelming sense of gratitude and awe he felt toward her.

And then there was the memory that still sent a shiver down his spine—waking up in bed with her, both of them naked. He had blinked in confusion at first, unsure if he was dreaming. But there she was, lying beside him like some heavenly being, her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders and her eyes filled with warmth. She had explained everything to him that morning—everything about the supernatural world, her role as a Devil, and his own new reality. Issei had learned that he was no longer human but a reincarnated Devil, brought back to life by Rias using her Evil Pieces.

Even more surprising was the revelation that Ise, his little brother, had been a mage all along. Issei had always sensed something strange about his brother but could never quite put his finger on it. There had been moments when things seemed to miraculously fix themselves—when the alarm clock that should have gone off earlier conveniently woke him up just in time, or when something dangerous had narrowly missed them. It all made sense now, but the thought of Ise secretly shouldering the burden of protecting their family weighed heavily on him.

Issei looked down at his hand, clenching it into a fist as memories of the past few days flooded his mind. He could still hear Ise's cries, the way his brother had broken down, apologizing over and over for not being able to save their father. The guilt in Ise's voice had been palpable, and it had torn at Issei's heart to see his younger brother in such pain.

"Never again," Issei muttered to himself, standing up and adjusting his tracksuit. His expression hardened with determination. He wasn't going to let his brother carry that weight alone anymore. He was going to get stronger, not just for himself, but for Ise. If there was one thing Issei was sure of, it was that he would never allow his little brother to suffer like that again.

With renewed resolve, Issei left the room, heading toward the training area where Rias was waiting for him. As he walked, his mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. He knew that becoming stronger wasn't going to be easy. He was entering a world filled with dangers far beyond anything he had ever imagined. But if it meant protecting his family—protecting Ise—then he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way.


Issei finally arrived at the secluded training area, greeted by the sight of Rias already waiting for him. She was dressed in a snug-fitting tracksuit that accentuated every curve of her body, especially her massive breasts. They jiggled slightly as she turned to face him, and Issei couldn't help but stare for a moment, his eyes drawn to the way her chest moved.

Rias noticed his staring but didn't seem to mind at all. Instead, she smiled warmly at him, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Good to see you're here, Issei. Ready to begin your training?"

Snapping his eyes away from her chest, Issei grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah! I'm ready, Rias-senpai!" His voice was full of enthusiasm, despite the lingering embarrassment from being caught staring.

Rias' smile widened as she walked closer, her hips swaying naturally as she approached him. She crossed her arms under her breasts, unintentionally pushing them up, causing her tracksuit to strain even more against her chest. "Before we begin, Issei, I need to ask you a few questions. I need to know what you're capable of physically."

"Uh, sure! What do you want to know?" Issei asked, focusing as best he could on her words instead of the distracting view.

Rias began by asking simple questions about his physical limits—how far and fast he could run, how many push-ups and sit-ups he could do, and any other physically challenging exercises he might have tried in the past. Issei thought for a moment, recalling all the times he and Ise had worked out together over the years.

"Well, I can run about 20 miles in four hours without stopping, and I usually do around 300 push-ups and 500 sit-ups each time I work out. Oh, and I did some martial arts training for a while, though I haven't done much recently."

Rias blinked, her eyes widening in surprise as she processed the information. "You did all of that before becoming a Devil?" she asked, genuinely impressed.

Issei nodded. "Yeah, Ise started training me when we were younger. We kind of pushed each other, you know? I guess I just got used to it over time."

Rias crossed her arms again, this time clearly deep in thought, her breasts lifting even higher as they strained against her suit. She was more than a little pleased by this revelation, a small smile playing on her lips. If I can draw out the power within him and train him for just one more year… she thought, her eyes glinting slightly as a certain plan formed in her mind. There was someone she wanted to get rid of from her life, and with Issei's potential, she might just be able to make that happen.

Turning back to him, her breasts bounced slightly once more, catching Issei's eye again. She smirked knowingly at him, her gaze filled with confidence. "Well, Issei, it looks like we won't have to start light with you after all."

Issei looked confused for a moment. "What do you mean?"

Rias chuckled softly, explaining, "The fitter a human is before reincarnation, the more naturally strong they become as a Devil. Essentially, if you were a 5 in terms of fitness as a human, you're now a 10 as a Devil. You're already capable of going toe-to-toe with peak human athletes and even surpassing them in some areas. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. The supernatural world is full of beings far stronger than any ordinary human."

Issei nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of her words. "So… there's a lot of training ahead, huh?"

"Exactly," Rias confirmed, before turning her head and calling out. "Koneko!"

Issei blinked, turning to see a small figure emerge from behind a tree. Walking towards them was a girl who couldn't have been much taller than Ise, but what she lacked in height, she more than made up for in presence. Her short white hair framed her doll-like face, and her large golden eyes gave her an air of quiet intensity. Though her expression was blank, there was something subtly captivating about her, a mix of cuteness and an underlying sensuality that made it hard to look away.

The girl, Koneko Toujou, approached them with silent footsteps, her gaze never leaving Rias as she awaited her instructions.

Rias gestured towards Issei. "Koneko, I'd like you to spar with Issei. I want you to gauge his current strength so I can create a proper workout plan for him."

Koneko nodded in understanding, her expression never changing. She shifted her attention to Issei, her eyes giving him a quick once-over, assessing him.

Issei, however, immediately balked at the idea. "Wait, spar? With her?" He looked at Koneko, taking in her small, fragile-looking frame. "I don't want to fight a cute girl like Koneko!"

Rias giggled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Don't underestimate her, Issei. Koneko may be small, but she's far stronger than you think."

Issei hesitated, still unsure about the whole situation. Koneko didn't look like much of a fighter, but there was something in Rias' tone that made him trust her judgment. With a deep breath, he steeled himself, eyes hardening as he placed his faith in Rias, the person who had saved his life.

"Alright," he said, finally agreeing. "Let's do this."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Issei felt a strange shudder run down his spine. Koneko, who had been standing still and silent until now, suddenly shifted her stance ever so slightly, her golden eyes narrowing in focus. For a brief moment, Issei could have sworn he saw a glint of excitement flicker in her eyes.

Before he could fully process the thought, Koneko moved.

In an instant, she closed the distance between them, her movements so fast that Issei barely had time to register her approach. His instincts kicked in, and he raised his arms to defend himself, but Koneko was already one step ahead. She slipped past his guard effortlessly, her small fist connecting with his midsection in a precise, controlled punch.

The impact sent Issei stumbling backward, his eyes widening in shock. She's… strong!

Koneko didn't let up. She followed through with a series of quick strikes, her movements fluid and graceful, yet each blow carried enough force to make Issei wince. He tried to block and dodge as best as he could, but Koneko's speed and precision were on a completely different level.

Rias watched from the sidelines, a satisfied smile on her face. This was exactly what she had expected. Koneko was the perfect sparring partner for Issei—strong enough to push him to his limits but controlled enough not to seriously hurt him.

As the sparring session continued, Issei could feel himself improving little by little. He wasn't landing any hits on Koneko, but he was starting to read her movements better, reacting faster to her attacks. The determination in his eyes grew stronger with each passing second.

Koneko's amazing, he thought to himself, gritting his teeth as he blocked another punch. If this is what I have to face to get stronger, then bring it on!

With renewed resolve, Issei dug his heels in, ready to face whatever came next.


Ise found himself trapped, but it was a kind of entrapment he didn't mind in the least. His face was completely smothered in the warm, soft bountiful cleavage of Sana Sunomiya, his art Senpai, who held him close on a comfortable couch she had brought into the Art Club Room. They had been laying there for what felt like hours, his face buried between her large breasts, taking in her soothing scent with each slow breath. It was a place of peace for him, where he could forget about the outside world and lose himself in her comforting warmth.

Sana had not let him go since the moment he walked into the room. The second he arrived, she'd pinned him to the couch, unbuttoned her school uniform, and pressed him between her breasts in a tight hug. There was no lewd touching between them, just soft caresses here and there, a mutual sense of contentment radiating between them.

Ise let out a quiet sigh, adjusting his head slightly to get even more comfortable between her breasts. His smaller hands slid under her skirt, finding their way to her firm, round ass. It was something he couldn't resist, even in such a peaceful moment. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his voice muffled by her chest as he finally broke the silence, asking how things were between her and Akeno.

Sana responded without hesitation, her voice smooth but as serious as always. "Akeno has learned her place."

Ise tilted his head up slightly, his eyes peeking out from the valley of her cleavage with a raised eyebrow. Learned her place? That was a bold statement, especially considering Akeno's natural sadistic tendencies. His curiosity piqued as he asked for more details, and Sana met his gaze with her usual calm, authoritative look.

"She tried to take my place," Sana continued, her eyes narrowing a bit, "but I broke her." Her words were cold and absolute, leaving no room for interpretation.

Ise's mind raced. Broke Akeno? His mind flashed back to the last time he'd seen both Sana and Akeno together, on their knees in front of him, their large breasts pressed against his length as they serviced him. Akeno, who took such joy in teasing and dominating others, was now supposedly broken by Sana? It seemed almost impossible. Yet, the way Sana said it left no doubt that something had changed between the two women while he was away.

Trying to imagine what exactly Sana had done to Akeno sent a shiver down his spine, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, "What do you mean by 'broken'? What did you do to her?"

Sana's rare, small smile returned as she cupped the back of his head, her fingers lightly stroking through his hair. "I made her submit to me. She'll be the first of your harem members."

Ise's eyes widened in disbelief, his face heating up at the sudden declaration. "H-Harem?!" He sputtered, trying to pull away slightly to get a better look at her face, but Sana's grip tightened, forcing his face deeper into her cleavage. He could feel the heat radiating from her breasts, making it difficult to focus as her words sank in.

"When did we decide I was going to have a harem?!" he asked, his voice muffled again by her chest. "I mean… not that I'm complaining or anything, but…"

Sana chuckled softly, her fingers still caressing his hair as she spoke. "I decided. And you don't need to worry about it. I've been watching you grow, Ise. I've seen the way girls look at you—Akeno isn't the only one. Instead of fighting for your attention, I'll be your number one. I'll make sure the others fall in line." She spoke so matter-of-factly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Ise blinked in surprise, trying to process her words. She's serious. Sana had always been the dominant type, but to hear her talk so casually about arranging his harem was something else entirely. He could hardly believe how nonchalant she was being about all of this.

"But what if I didn't want that?" Ise asked, trying to find his bearings. "What if I just wanted you?"

Sana paused for a moment, her expression softening slightly as she glanced down at him. There was a brief flicker of something in her eyes, perhaps uncertainty, but it quickly faded. She let out a small sigh before smiling again. "You don't mean that. If you did, you wouldn't have enjoyed it when Akeno helped me please you."

Ise blushed deeply, his thoughts flashing back to that moment, and he realized that she was right. As much as he might want to say he was satisfied with only Sana, the idea of having multiple women, especially those as stunning as Akeno, had been more than appealing. He'd already decided long ago that, if he was going to live in this world as a Devil, he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. And part of that plan included forming a harem, even if he hadn't expected someone like Sana to be so eager to help him with it.

He chuckled softly, nuzzling his face deeper into her breasts as she squeezed them tighter against his head. "You're weird, Senpai."

In response, Sana pushed his face even further into her chest, her breasts completely smothering him now. "And you love me for it," she teased, her voice calm but filled with a playful undertone that was rare for her.

Ise sighed in contentment, feeling like he was in heaven. He had never imagined his life would turn out like this—reborn as a Devil, surrounded by beautiful women, with someone like Sana looking out for him. He couldn't help but silently thank whatever force had brought him to this new life.

But the moment he thought the words "thank God", a sharp pain shot through his head, causing him to wince and tense up involuntarily.

Right… I'm a Devil now.

He hadn't given it much thought, being a devil. He still felt normal, like he had when he was human, with the only change being he felt it easier to use his magic a bit, and the vast increase in strength he got from it.

His new King, Sona, had informed him that after his magical lessons with Venelana, he would be preforming his first "Job" as a Devil, answering someone's desire. She was holding him back, wanting him to be able to use his magic properly and to "show off" if need be, which would encourage the summoner to summon him and other devils more, as well as spread the word amongst those that knew that her peerage was worth summoning over others to do things for them.

He fully intended to take his new job seriously, wanting to make as many pacts as possible not just to make Sona proud, but also improve his standing in Devil Society. The higher he got, the better his life would be, and the better his life was, the happier he could make others around him, be able to protect them. As he thought about this, an idea stirred in his mind.

He squeezed the ass of his lover, enjoying the soft noise she made as she nuzzled the top of his head. Sana.

As far as he was aware, she was a mere human. No special powers or gifts, ordinary in every way possible, well, ordinary by this worlds standards.

"Hey, Sana-senpai..." He looked up as she moved her head back a bit, their eyes locking.

"I need to tell you something."


Thank you all for your wonderful comments, I'm very happy that you all liked the last chapter and it even swayed those uncertain. I'll strive to keep up with such things, as lewd as DxD can be, I do want to keep the heartfelt moments in as much as possible 3