Alright, so, I'm posting this chapter to AO3 and here first, since I don't actually know whether or not Space Battles will allow it as is, at least not yet. But, hey, I'm hopeful.
Writing this was a pain, btw. I wanted to write a simple harem comedy fic, and instead I got swallowed by the worldbuilding potential within the DxD-verse, plus just creating characters for the story in general. Adding Godzilla into the mix only created a whole other level of madness that comes with trying to make custom giant monsters. The only good thing about it is that I at least don't feel like I'm jumping headfirst into this without any real plan.
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At around eight years old, my brother and I said goodbye to our childhood friend.
I like to think it wasn't a permanent goodbye, of course. Rin's parents had been acting odd a few times, and for some reason neither of them were giving their usual sermons. I figured something was up, but I wouldn't have guessed they were preparing to move across the world.
"Rin! I'm gonna miss you, man!" Issei said to our shared friend as he grabbed the chestnut-haired boy by the shoulders. "But we'll see eachother again! I know it!"
You'd think Issei would be sad, standing in an airport like this and seeing off one of the few people he'd ever spent time with aside from our family. But that kid, energetic as he was, was always a bundle of positivity and charm.
Which is why it must have been hard for the other boy.
"I-Ise! I don't wanna leave!" Rin suddenly cried out while pulling my brother into a bear-hug and desperately sobbing. "I wanna stay! I don't wanna leave you behind! You mean too much to me!"
My twin just patted the other boy on the back while nodding, visibly holding back his own tears. "Rin, it's okay. This won't be goodbye, remember! It's just a 'see you later'," Issei said kindly as he hesitantly returned the hug. "We'll still be friends, okay?"
The red-head pulled away from him and gave him a tearful smile. "Yeah, we will! I promise!" Rin turned to me and wrapped his arms around me slightly less desperately. "I'll miss you too, Isashi!"
"Yeah, it's not fair that you're leaving," I mumbled fondly while pressing close. "Hey, next time we meet, you better tell him."
"...I don't know what you're talking about," Rin whispered defensively.
"Of course you don't…Irina," I snorted at her annoyed whine before pulling away slightly while faux weeping. "I'm gonna miss you. You're like the brother I never had!"
"Hey!" Issei cried out.
Irina just snorted in response. "I'm gonna miss you guys too! There's gotta be a way we can stay in touch-oh! Maybe we can write letters?"
"We can try to do that e-thing, right?" my brother asked.
"We might be able to set something up," Irina's father said offhandedly. "Ah, but it's still too early to tell, of course. Things could be different in England."
The way Shidou was speaking seemed odd, but I brushed it off. I remember there'd been some big commotion involving the church in town, so he must have just been worried. With the way Irina was pouting, the poor man looked almost defeated.
"Rin, I'm sure we can find a way to keep in touch with them," Irina's mother said gently while giving the girl a strained smile. "But we really do have to get going, dear."
The red-haired girl gave her mother a wilted look before nodding. "O-Okay, kaa-san!" she gave us one last wave and a sad smile. "Goodbye Ise! Goodbye Shi-chan! We'll see eachother again one day, okay!"
Several moments later, my family and I were watching a plane take off the tarmac. I'd be lying if I told you that our shared childhood friend was waving back at us from a window-that'd be too cheesy. But seeing that plane fly away brought down the mood in the worst ways possible.
Issei, of course, looked like he was about to bawl, what with him desperately pressing up against the glass like that. I walked up to him and gently pulled him into a hug while patting him on the back.
"Hey, nii-san! Things will get better, alright!"
My brother sniffled slightly in response. "Y-Yeah, they will. I'm gonna miss him a lot, though…"
"But hey, we're going to a new class soon, right? We can make new friends," I said cheerfully, trying everything I could to bring his mood up. "There's always a bright side, nii-san! We just gotta look for it."
Issei wiped away the half-formed tears from his eyes while giving me a smile. "Y-Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Otouto!" my twin fist-pumped happily. "The next day is a new day! I won't let anything get me down, even if life changes! I'll welcome it!"
Of course, if I had known just how welcoming of change Issei would be, I would have tried to get him to dial it back.
See, the next month, just after school started, we became perverts.
…W-Well, okay, Issei became a pervert. I didn't become a pervert…at first.
…He roped me into it, alright! I simply became a perv by association! I'm not actually a perv-
Damn it, just hear me out, alright!
All of this started by accident, and it ended up leading to a curiosity that led to confirming something about my reincarnation. I learned something about my new world, something that made me realize just what I was in store for.
And it all started at a park…
See, we were hanging out at the park by ourselves, though our father was still close by. For the most part, we were keeping to ourselves.
The problem was that there was this old man sitting on a bench not too far away, seemingly reading a normal book. But he was constantly giggling to himself in a very suspect way, which in turn caused Issei to look his way in confusion now and then. A frown slowly tugged at my twin's lips as he noticed the man laughing to himself.
"That…that jerk! He's laughing at us, isn't he?!"
"...Uh, or he could be reading a really funny book?" I offered.
"I don't think he is," Issei grumbled as the old man once again erupted into a fit of giggles. "That guy is making me mad! Who does he think he is, laughing at us like that?!"
"W-Well, there's not much we can do about it," I told him.
"Yeah there is! We can just set him straight!"
And that was when I began stuttering. Issei was normally a sweet kid, and he was extremely loyal and kind to those he was close to. But he could also be a bull-headed idiot, and if he were to fight somebody, he'd probably Leeroy Jenkins that shit. I didn't think he'd get so mad he'd just stomp up to the old man, so I was too late to stop it.
"Oi, jiji!" Issei yelled at the old man, causing him to stiffen in shock and squeak. "Is something funny?"
"...E-Eh? What are you talking about, little boy?"
"You're over here laughing, huh? Something must be funny, right?!" my twin brother leaned towards the old man with a threatening glare. "You're laughing at me, huh? Is something about us kids funny?!"
The old man stared at Issei for several silent moments, his mustached face twitching slightly. And then he did start to actually laugh, almost happily, much to my brother's chagrin.
Honestly, I could understand why the old man was laughing. See, Issei had tried to look like a tough guy, getting a mean look on his face and acting all threatening. The problem was that Issei was eight years old, and therefore, his 'tough-guy look' was the exact opposite. So, of course, anybody would laugh.
Fortunately, I got to him in time to shut his dumb mouth up before he could make things worse. I quickly chopped the other boy on the head, causing him to comically drop to the ground, then bowed to the old man.
"Please forgive my brother for his foolishness!" I said firmly, causing the old man to sputter in confusion. "He didn't understand the situation and reacted poorly. I am very sorry that he interrupted you while you were reading!"
With that, I grabbed my twin and pulled him back towards the playground. The other boy began rubbing his head in annoyance.
"Agh! Nii-san, that hurt!"
"I gave you a 'love-tap', nii-san! Come back to me when your head really hurts," I pointed to the faded scar on my forehead to illustrate.
"Yeah, yeah, fine! But still, that was uncalled for!"
"You were being rude! You can just be mean to old men, Issei-nii!" I groaned.
"W-Well, he was giggling at us!" my twin brother grumbled. "He started it!"
"He wasn't giggling at you! He was reading!" I chided him.
"You're quite right!"
"Bwuh?!" I blinked when the old man suddenly appeared in front of us. I looked back to the bench he'd been sitting on before turning to face him. "H-How did you do that?!"
"Practice!" the old man said, a bright grin on his face. Within a few seconds he was suddenly leaning towards us, giving the two of us a scrutinizing look. "Hmm? Yes, there is potential here. All you need is a little push…"
I idly glanced to the side, hoping that my father would at least see this, while quietly preparing to back away. "Uh, m-may I ask what you're talking about?"
"I've decided! You two shall be the next youthful apprentices I take this year!" the old man proudly declared. "Come with me at once!"
Oh? Is this like a Shonen thing? I had a giant monster in my soul, after all, so that must mean this old man is like some wise old sage. So maybe I'll suddenly get some kickass training to become a badass.
…Then again, he was also a stranger in the park. And he was saying 'come with me', which set off all kinds of red flags. With all that in mind, the best course of action would have been to get as far away as possible-
"Come along then, boys~!" the old man said haughtily while turning away with a flourish. "It's very rare that I take so many apprentices at once. If you're not coming, you'll never know the truth of this world…"
Yeah, that's not ominous at all. So he's probably some cultist or something, and he's gonna have us try to drink some kool-aid, which is worse than what I was thinking before. So the proper course of action would be to get away as quickly as possible-
"No way are we gonna pass this up!" Issei shouted fiercely as he grabbed onto my shoulder.
And that dashed my hopes that I could get out of this easily.
My twin brother practically dragged me along as he followed the old man. Said old man seemed smug as he walked further towards the center of the park. Since we were still within viewing distance of our father, he must not have been too worried. Especially since the old man simply led us towards a larger group of children.
I recognized a few from school, actually, and the sentiment was quickly returned. Issei and I certainly weren't outgoing when it came to making new friends, but because we were twins, they seemed to be drawn to us. It was less that they wanted to spend time with us and more of 'oh hey, the newest sideshow', because identical twins were interesting, for some reason.
"Holy crap, it's the clones!"
Case in point; that was our nickname. And none of the boys talking to us actually knew our real names beyond butchering our family names. So, yeah, they weren't really important enough for me to care about either.
"Hey, you're Issei, right?"
…Okay, well, except maybe one of them.
"No, that's Isashi, the other one is Issei. Get it right, Matsuda!"
Okay, two of them. Two of them might be important.
Baldy, AKA Matsuda, and Glasses, AKA Motohama. They were the only two kids in our class who remembered us as more than 'the clones', and they'd hung out with us and Rin a handful of times. And after today, there was a good chance I wasn't going to ignore them.
"W-What is this?" I asked the two.
"Sensei has been teaching us the true wonders of the world!" the bald boy squealed. "So we've been coming back to learn!"
"We'll make you proud, Sensei!" the bespectacled boy tearfully cheered.
The old man just wiped his own tearful eyes at the boy's proclamation. "The youth of today…they're so astounding! If only I still had such incredible determination!"
"...Right, that still doesn't answer my question," I mumbled.
"Behold!" the old man cried out as he pulled out his book.
And then he unfurled it, revealing the 'book' outside to be a fake. On the inside was…
A porn magazine.
"...What the f-"
"What are those?" Issei asked, eyes wide in mystified curiosity.
"They're oppai~!" one of the other boys giggled happily.
"...Oh, for-"
"Indeed, my newest pupils! These are breasts~! They are one of the greatest wonders of this world~!" A perverted look, complete with drool, suddenly graced the old man's face. "They're amazing! Just like snowflakes, no two are ever the same. To gaze upon them is to gaze upon wonderful works of art-classical designs with great lines, like the contours of a perfect painting."
"Alright, I think I'm gonna head out," I mumbled.
Of course, Issei grabbed me before I could leave, and the only reason I knew that was that his grip was so strong I nearly fell over. When I looked at him, his eyes were starry with wonder, yet somehow also fierce and determined.
So…okay, seriously, what the fuck?!
"They go by many names, but no matter what, these heavenly mounds are the most wonderful gifts to mankind to have ever come into existence! Nothing can compare! These are the most desirable things to almost every man alive~!"
"I thought money was the most desirable thing in the world," I half-whispered in a flat tone.
"You can grab 'em, squeeze 'em, pinch 'em-these mounds are perfect for anything!" the old man giggled perversely while drooling, all while turning the pages of his magazine. "They can come in so many different sizes~! They're just as fine if they're small and cute, because they can be easily enjoyed!"
"He's right, they do look cute when they're small~!" the bald boy said dumbly as a bit of drool passed his lips.
"But they're better if they're big!" the bespectacled boy suddenly said angrily, turning towards the other boy with a heated look. "If they're not the perfect volume or feel like soft mounds of dough, then they're not worth it! Only big breasts are the best!"
I was too busy giving Motohama a 'how the fuck do you know that?' look to formulate any sort of words. Matsuda's response was to angrily shout back something equally stupid to him. The two of them argued for only a few moments before the old man cleared his throat.
"Do not disparage another man's preferences!" he talked down to the bespectacled boy. "Every man loves different things! Does that make him any less of a man? No, it does not! Do not claim that your way is the only way!"
"I…I'm sorry, Sensei!" the bespectacled boy sobbed. "You're right! I shouldn't have made him feel bad for liking small boobs! I'm a fool!"
The old man tilted his head, a pitying look spreading across his face. After a few moments, he held his hand up haltingly.
"Do not cry, boy! You have been shown the error of your ways," the old man sifted through his magazine, a cheerful grin on his face. "Hence, I shall reward you! Behold! The legendary Z-Cup!"
He quickly turned the page towards us, causing Motohama to turn into a wide-eyed mess as blood trickled from his nose. Some of the others also leaned in to check the model on the page out-including Issei. All of them were awestruck at the image on the page, while I was stuck gaping at the image.
"Her measurements are 145/62/96~! These puppies are some of the most amazing honkers in existence!" the old man giggled perversely. "And they're all natural~!"
Issei quickly joined Motohama, his eyes going starry and wide as blood trickled from his nose. "They look…so awesome!"
"Her poor back!" was my response, which came out as a barely audible squeak.
…Also, impossible.
I worked part time for a few clothing stores in my old life, since I didn't wanna be just a broke college student. I had female coworkers, and a male coworker who was into fashion design. And they loved to talk about measurements whenever he showed off some of his work, and I got a front-row seat to concepts that I wasn't initially privy to. So I had some insider knowledge on this sort of thing…not a ridiculous amount, but enough.
And even if I didn't, logic should have dictated that those measurements are not possible. It would violate something about the laws of human growth-or something to that effect. I don't know how, it just wasn't possible without it being-
"Are they really all-natural?"
"Of course!" the old man giggled perversely. "You can tell because of the shape, the placement of certain parts. The only edits they have are for lighting and shading."
…Okay, damn it, this wasn't right.
"Amazing~!" Motohama said dumbly. "You can see how soft they look, too! I bet they'd feel like soft dough~!"
"Really? You think so?!" Issei asked in awe.
"They totally would! They'd be the fluffiest love pillows you'd ever get your hand on~!" the bespectacled boy drooled.
"Wow! Oppai…they really are amazing…" my twin brother's eyes went starry-eyed as he leaned towards the magazine to look closer. "I wanna touch 'em! So bad! I wanna touch as many boobs as I could ever want~!"
…Wat?
"Well, you'd need to acquire a harem for that," the old man said offhandedly.
Wat?
"What's a harem?"
Wat?!
"Ha! My newest pupil, let me tell you the simple joys of this world~!"
Wait, what the fuck is even going on?!
Okay, so, what ended up happening after that?
When we found our dad again, Issei told him about the 'old master' who would teach us the wonders of the world. Gorou's response was something along the lines of 'respecting our elders' and 'doing well to remember their wisdom'.
I don't quite think that was what he meant for the latter. Issei didn't tell him exactly what he was teaching us, and our father didn't ask.
Issei would drag me along with him whenever we were at the park if the old man happened to be there. So, of course, I got a front-row seat to my twin brother turning into a boob-loving monkey with a bunch of other children. Throughout all this, my brother would slowly begin to obsess over harems.
Which is why I was unsurprised when he started 'researching' via the internet. I mean, he was using it for its exactly intended purpose, so I couldn't blame him. But I wasn't very thrilled that he was dragging me to the computer to show me what he was looking at.
…They did look really nice.
B-But that wasn't the point, damn it!
There were, yet again, measurements that should be impossible. And I was stuck wondering just how, because while they did look good (like damn), the only way a woman could attain those sizes was if physics was being broken over their knees. Square-cube law wasn't something as strict even in my old world, but the laws of human growth said that those were either exceptional sizes, or impossible.
Getting stuck on how breast-size should normally work probably sounded insane…or really fucking perverted. Actually, probably both at the same time. But it was important, damn it! There was more to this than simply being obsessed over titties.
No, this was all a good indicator of what kind of world I was in. See, over the course of the month, Issei would slowly become more and more drawn by the 'wonders of oppai' as he referred to it, and he would force me to join him. While he was growing more perverted by the second (and I assure you, I wasn't, I swear), I was doing the math in my head.
There were enough of these 'impossible-measurement' models for me to do the math. While I certainly wasn't a full-on rocket-scientist, I at least had a logical grasp on the mechanics of how it worked. And while my old world probably had a very wonky set of physics on its own, I at least understood the basics on how this was supposed to make sense-to which I came to a single, eloquent solution.
This did not make any fucking sense.
Which led to me making as many theories as I could. I kept a secret notebook of things, and this was just one of many things I was adding into it. Thing is, I came to the correct conclusion all by myself.
I was laying in bed, unable to sleep. I'd tried humming some of my favorite songs, tried counting up to a thousand, I tried everything. I was halfway through humming the theme to some of my favorite anime that I spoke aloud-
"Oh shit, I'm in a fucking Ecchi Anime!"
That's when it all became clear to me.
I sat up straight, grabbed my notebook, wrote down 'ECCHI ANIME' beneath all of my other theories, and circled it while making a bunch of arrows point to it. And then I just sat at the end of my bed, held my hands to my face, and groaned.
Like…how the fuck did I miss this? I mean, I haven't seen any random teenage girls with chests much too large for them to possess. My neighbors and plenty of the other people in town looked pretty normal by comparison. The only thing strange were the models the old man had shown us, as well as the stuff Issei had found online.
Which meant I hadn't reached the main plot of the Ecchi Anime yet. I was still eight years old, so of course I wasn't ready to jump into wherever the plot actually started. I had to wait until my teens for any sort of event to occur.
"The girls in this world might as well be outta it. Like, some of the ladies are so good, it's downright sinful ~!"
Oh yeah, and I should have remembered that idiot's words, because they were definitely a hint. Instead, I was faffing around for about a month thinking that there was something in the water or some shit like that.
The only thing to do now was figure out what kind of Ecchi Anime I was stuck in. I quickly began writing down my theories as to which was most likely.
I couldn't be in a Hentai because…well, that'd be pretty fucking obvious. My family had been on trains before, and there were two all-girls schools in our town. Those places were ground zero for Hentai bullshit to happen, and I haven't seen any ugly bastards stalking around our house for some trash NTR shenanigans. So the Hentai genre was (thankfully) ruled out.
It could be a basic Shounen that just happens to feature a lot of fanservice. Case in point: Highschool of the Dead, which had…okay, how do I even describe bullets somehow passing between boobs, all while not actually hitting said boobs, nor losing their momentum and still functioning like bullets? I mean, it would sound stupid as hell-and it was, but it was also so ridiculous that I couldn't not laugh.
With the above in mind, my first theory was that I was trapped in a Shounen or Seinen series that happened to have a lot of fanservice. Shit like 'Food Wars', 'Kill la Kill', and 'Tejina-senpai' were good examples, though considering my circumstances, those might not be perfect examples.
The next theory, and one that was technically correct no matter what, was Isekai. I mean, that's technically what was happening right now, because I had been Isekai-ed, quite literally reincarnated into a new world. So, really, putting it down might have seemed redundant.
But, comparatively, I could have been in a 'Jobless Reincarnation' situation, where plenty of Ecchi shit happens. Fanservice was practically an Isekai staple, so really it was a good idea to use that as a jumping point to any possible secondary genre.
My next theory was a 'gag-humor school comedy', which has been popping up lately. That, in and of itself, could also have multiple side-genres attached, making a full description of the genre complicated. Think 'Shimoneta', or 'Prison School', those are fairly good examples of Ecchi Anime that meet the criteria for this genre.
And my final theory, the one that I was honestly dreading…
Harem Anime.
Any of my other theories could be likely, but they could also be attached to a Harem Anime. Hell, about 90% of the Isekai I've watched ended up also being Harem Anime. Plenty of Shounen and Seinen were also Harem Anime, same with the gag-humor comedies. The main genre was flexible, because they don't even need to sneak in that Harem genre.
The worst part was that the Harem Anime theory was the most likely. It meant that the breast sizes I'd seen courtesy of Issei and our 'sensei' weren't exactly rare, and the only saving grace was that unlike Hentai, they technically weren't being shoved in my face…yet. And it was only a matter of time until either myself or my twin brother got shoved into a Harem situation.
The fact that we had a tomboy childhood friend also lent credence to the theory. And said childhood friend had already tried to make a move on Issei. Which meant that Issei was the most likely candidate for the protagonist…
Except Issei has literally become a pervert! So he can't be the protagonist, because most Harem Anime protagonists are milquetoast schmucks with practically no skills who barely manage to have more of an IQ than a wet carrot. And somehow girls end up drawn to them, simply because of the laws of the universe.
Issei and I might meet the 'bland look' requirement-hey, our mom says we look adorable, but she's biased. We certainly didn't lack skills, we just didn't have any marketable skills yet, and we're both eight years old.
But, Issei was an idiot. And I was definitely oblivious at points. My only saving grace was that I was savvy about my situation, and I was planning on paying attention to my surroundings. So, combined with all the above, we couldn't be the protagonists.
Even having some random 'monster' sealed inside me (and that was another problem I was seeking an answer for) wasn't a sure indicator that I'd be the protagonist. 'Naruto' had nine fuckers like that, and most of them ended up dying, and then later turned into zombies. And while that's not normally a thing that would happen in the Harem genre, that didn't automatically mean I was safe.
Combining everything above, a Harem Anime seemed the most likely. And that led me to the next question…
How the fuck do I survive a Harem Anime?
My notebook still had that question. I'd jotted down everything, along with all of my other theories, and then wrote in my different questions and strategies. And I had nothing for how to properly survive a Harem Anime.
You could still die in a Harem Anime if you weren't careful. Hell, it only took some random girl going Yandere, and shit would go bad fast. And 'World's End Harem' was proof that even without a Yandere, things would still go south.
The entire week, the question burned in my mind alongside everything else.
While I could, possibly, be the protagonist, that probably wasn't possible. More than likely, I'd been jammed into a world that already had a set protagonist. I'd read a few fanfictions where that could work, but it wasn't a frequent thing, and usually the primary protagonist was either shunted to the side or removed entirely. I doubted, realistically, that I could be the one heading the show, so the real protagonist had to be somewhere else.
Which meant that I had to find a way to not die and paint less of a target on my back. Being in a 'Jinchūriki' situation meant that I'd definitely get dragged into the plot anyway, so I needed to prepare myself while also ensuring my life was safe. For the former, I could try to pick up some self-defense skills, but for the latter…
I really had no idea what I was gonna do!
…At least, until halfway through this morning. It wasn't a school day, so instead I was just sitting there on the couch this morning, blankly watching some bullshit about the national diet. It wasn't particularly interesting, though seeing the Prime Minister come out to give a speech was mildly intriguing.
While I sat there and stewed, watching boring politics and trying to think of a way to survive in a Harem Anime, the world suddenly seemed to answer. I heard my mother crying and sobbing suddenly before stomping through the house and yelling for my father.
A few moments later, Issei sat in front of the two in the living room, while I stood only a few feet away. Our parents were looking at him in shame, though our dad had an odd look that made me think he wasn't as ashamed as mom was. And Issei looked completely confused, like he had no idea what was going on.
"Issei~!" Miki said cheerfully, though there was a tick mark on her forehead and her eye was twitching. "Would you mind explaining what you have been up to on the family computer?"
"I was doing research!" my twin brother shouted loudly and proudly, looking wholly unashamed.
Our mother remained silent for a few seconds before deflating. "What kind of research requires you to look at naked women?!"
"Huh? Oh, it's because I wanted to see oppai!" the way my brother said that, full-chest, was so ridiculous that I could barely hold in my laughter. His smile seemed to grow as he continued. "I wanna see the best oppai the world has to offer, no matter what size they are! I'll savor them no matter what!"
Gorou made a sound that suspiciously reminded me of a snicker, but covered it up with a cough instead. He quickly patted my mother on the shoulder while giving my brother an exasperated look.
"Now, son, I understand how you're feeling-goodness, don't I know it! But maybe you should hold off on-"
"But I refuse!" Issei cut the man off loudly, a fierce and determined look in his eye. "I…have a dream! A dream…to have my very own harem!"
"Bwah?!" Gorou almost fell back at that. "W-What are you talking about?!"
"I plan to-no, I will-become the Harem King~! I will have lots and lots of women, and I'll enjoy lots of amazing oppai! That is my goal in life!"
"Gah! W-When did you get these ideas into your head, son?!" my father looked incredibly flustered, though I swore there were tears in his eyes. "You shouldn't joke about such things!"
"But I'm not joking!" Issei shouted while holding a fist up. "After everything sensei taught me, I've decided that I will follow my dreams. I will become the Harem King!"
"F-Follow your dreams? Oh god, what am I supposed to say to that?!" Gorou whined.
It was Miki who quickly perked up in curiosity. "Wait, sensei?! Issei, dear, what are you talking about?!"
And that was when it came out that the two of us had been corrupted. I quickly joined Issei's side as our parents sat me on the floor with unamused looks. And the two of us basically gave them an abridged version of our recent 'lessons' from the old man, as well as my brother's research.
By the end, our mother was sitting on a chair while holding her hands to her face, sobbing loudly. "This isn't fair! They've been corrupted! Why?! Why?! They'll never amount to anything!"
"Now, now, dear, don't be like that! It's only Issei that's been corrupted!" I heard my father stage-whisper. "We still have the other twin to bank on."
"Gorou!"
"It was a joke!" the man flinched at my mother's deadpan look. "Okay, mostly a joke."
"How do we know for certain that Isashi hasn't been corrupted?" Miki whispered.
And then, I realized what opportunity had arisen.
Who is the one character who cannot die in any Anime? The one who never ends up permanently out-of-commision?
From Mineta, to Sanji, to Brock, there was no doubt. The perverted comic-relief character never dies, he only gets beaten up at worse, and gets in a couple of arcs where he proves that he's also a fairly good and reliable character when he needs to be. And Issei was slowly shaping up to be his world's perverted comic relief.
But who said there had to be just one?
I stood to my feet and pounded my chest. "I'm with nii-san! I want a harem too!"
"...What?" my father wheezed.
"What?!" my mother sobbed out.
"What?!" my brother hissed, almost like I'd insulted our non-existent cat.
Welp, time to pull out a serious heap of bullshit to make this work.
I pointed towards the TV and gave my family a fiercely determined look. "The Prime Minister said that our country's birth rate has declined, and our population is shrinking! He said that if the trend keeps up, in the next few decades there will be half the amount of people in our country than there were before!" I held up a fist and stood up as straight as I could while pinning my parents with a glare. "Therefore, it is our job as youth to overcome such a problem, and I shall take it into my own hands! I will marry lots of women and have lots of children with them, all to ensure our country does not fall! This is my goal, no matter what!"
There was silence for several long moments. My entire family stared dumbly at me the entire time, eyes wide like deer in headlights.
"Sugoi! Nii-san, you're so amazing!"
"Son! Your determination-hrk-I'm so proud! I wish I could follow my dreams in such a way!"
"Why?! Why me?! Why must my babies be corrupted like this?!"
I fought back the urge to flinch or break the act. No, I had to go all in on this, no matter what. For my own safety, for the safety of my family, I would not falter. I would do this, even if I ended up looking stupid in the process.
If I had to act the fool, so be it! Just as long as my story did not end.
Deep within two souls, two beings stirred.
A brilliant light flashed as a raging inferno flashed into existence. A furious green glow shimmered through the flames as a pair of lidded eyes shifted. A clawed hand scraped at the ground, a low rumbling growl passing from monstrous jaws.
The great dragon stretched in its half-awake state slightly as the emotions from his host filtered around it. A small snort escaped his nose as he felt the tearful joy of whoever he'd ended up in. As he closed his eyes and returned to his slumber, a strange feeling settled in his gut.
'...Huh. I can't help but feel like something is wrong,' the wyrm hummed slightly, even as a shudder ran down his back.
A low rumble echoed through the ocean, the crack-crack sounds of the depths causing the waters to shudder. A blue glow flashed through the deep, illuminating the darkness for several moments, before subsiding.
A massive head shifted in its sleep, an annoyed growl passing through its gills. A single fiery eye opened, half-lidded. It widened slightly as it changed colors, shifting from black, to blue, to differing shades of white, before settling on a tired yellow glow.
The eye closed, and the creature shifted its head again while partially rolling its spine-covered back to the side. Even as the determined emotions from outside its prison filtered through its mind, the great beast simply sighed, too tired to show any interest. Soon, it drifted back to sleep once more.
And that'll be it. I'm sorry for the distinct lack of Godzilla that will likely take over most of the early story...but, the early story is supposed to be focusing on the DxD side of things, or at least the 'Highschool' part of 'Highschool DxD'. He'll show up, or at least have more of a presence, once MC unlocks his sacred gear.
If you're more interested, when I eventually do update the story on SB, I'll also be posting a bunch of informational threadmarks about the story, including one about Godzilla himself. Specifically, which other versions of him got composited/hybridized into him, as well as why he's literally fucking broken in the DxD-verse (he's GODZILLA, I think that's a given honestly). Plus, I've already completed all the chapters up to chapter 4 and have chapter 5 started already-with the lengnth of chapters 3 and four, I might cut them in half simply to cut down on the word count, allowing me to essentially get four more chapters in.
Now then, onto the reviews...
OSR fanatic: Irina will only have thirst for Issei. Issei gets his canon harem, no NTR here. MC will have his own, OC harem...with OCs. But not exactly original-I'll go into detail when it comes up.
Proud Parent: Um...no, that's wrong. Now, granted, you're right about the composite/hybrid Godzilla (wrong about 'every' Godzilla being in, for instance 98 'Zilla isn't there...strangely enough, his son is), but you're wrong about the whole 'he'd break out' thing. Because, get this, only one version of Godzilla, out of the three that were imprisoned in some way, got out of his own volition.
In 'Godzilla Raids Again', Godzilla got buried in ice and frozen in an icebearg. Seven years later in 'King Kong vs Godzilla', it took a nuclear submarine crashing into the iceberg he was frozen in to let him out. In 'The Return of Godzilla', Godzilla's ass gets lured into a volcano, and with a bunch of explosives, they seal him inside using a controlled eruption. Five years later in 'Godzilla vs Biollante', some asshole corporation and an asshole secret agent from an evil country use bombs to release Godzilla, because they were assholes. In 'GODZILLA: Monster Apocalypse', the UE managed to trap Godzilla in a giant, manmade fault in the Himalayas, and he stayed trapped there for a year before getting out.
Sealing Godzilla away isn't the issue, that can actually be done indefinitely in most cases. It's making sure some other asshole doesn't fuck it up that needs to be taken into account. Dumping him in a Sacred Gear, as it turns out, is the perfect way to solve that problem, because even Godzilla can't escape that shit.
As for MC, he is gonna be a devil, but that'll be justified in-story, trust me. Human MCs, to me at least, don't really have much going for them-they're human, human means inherently squishy without proper magic and even with good conditioning and training. Plus, even if I decided to 'keep' him human...his ass was gonna turn into a giant monsters anyway.
Bento Burrito: Thank you for the review. Ask and you shall receive.
Flirt48: I'll be coming back to it over the month to add what I can.
FoodKaiju: I love the enthusiasm, and I promise I'll deliver as much as I can.
For anybody whose interested, you can check out my P a treon. Unfortunately, FF. Net doesn't do the links well, so you'll have to close the spaces below/rewrite it slightly on your browser.
P a treon. com(slash) Locksoli
As always, please leave any thoughts, questions, and constructive criticism in your reviews. And thank you for reading.
