Next morning
Rias and the others make their way from the Hyoudou Residence to Kuoh Academy. As usual, they go to the ORC clubhouse and wait for the first morning bell; on their way there, they see a new building in the school. The building wasn't there before and seems to have been built overnight.
Rias and others exchange confused and curious glances, wondering why this building was built. The building looked to have been designed with a modern Victorian aesthetic in mind and was much larger than the ORC clubhouse.
Rias turned to Akeno, "Akeno, did Sona mention a new building being built?" she asked with curiosity.
Akeno shook her head, "No, I don't think she did," she replied, unsure about the new building.
Kiba offered his opinion, "Perhaps it's for a new club?" he suggested.
Rias hummed, her posture now thoughtful, "Maybe, but the building was built overnight; it has to do something with the Supernatural", she replied.
The group dropped the matter and decided to go to their Clubhouse, noting that they would ask Sona about the new buildings later. When they entered the Clubhouse's office, each took their usual seats; Kiba stood to the side, Koneko, Xenovia and Irina sat on the couches, and Rias sat in her seat while Akeno stood beside her.
As Rias sat in her seat, she saw two sheets of paper placed over her desk, clearly meant for her to see. "Hmm? What's this?" she asks out loud, catching everyone's attention while flipping the papers over.
Now that everyone was curious about what Rias was reading, everyone paid attention to her. Rias's eyes scanned the two papers, her eyes widening and then narrowing. She then places the papers down, her face trying to compose itself, but all is lost.
"They did what?!" Rias shouted in disbelief.
Everyone in the room was on their guard; what could've been on those papers that could have made Rias react in such a way?
X
In another part of Kouh Academy, Azazel and Issei walked through the school halls.
"You know, had I known you were creating your own club, I wouldn't have become the advisor to ORC?" Azazel chuckles.
Issei smirked at Azazel's statement, "Well, what's done is done; now you have to live with it", he replied
A thought came into Azazel's head, "And how do you think Rias is taking the news? You said you and Ravel left your club resignation papers on her desk? That's the equivalent of breaking up through texts", he jokes.
Issei sighed, "She can feel and think however she wants; it's not like she's going to revoke her position as Club President of the Occult Research Club just to join mine", he replies matter-of-factly.
Azazel chuckles dryly, "It's almost as if you want to rile her up so she can take her anger out on the others. Besides, now that I know there is a gambling club, don't you think it's within my right and nature, a Fallen Angel, to be the Club Advisor?" he asks, almost pledging.
Issei pats Azazel on the shoulder, "Maybe one day, I would've asked Rossweisse to be our Club Advisor, but her nature wouldn't allow her to join in such rampant wasting of money", he replied.
Azazel then looks at Issei's clothing, a black long coat over a black suit and a white dress shirt with a black tie. Black dress pants and black leather formal shoes, and to top the look off, he is wearing vintage half-framed glasses.
Azazel raises an eyebrow as he inspects Issei's attire. "Going for the mysterious, sophisticated look, I see," he comments, smirking.
Issei chuckles, adjusting his glasses with a smirk. "Well, gotta keep up appearances, especially when I'm going to be on the school staff from now on," he replies, running a hand through his hair.
Azazel chuckles, "I saw you wear Saint Laurent while you fought Cao Cao and Hades, and today you're wearing Hugo Boss? Should I be concerned with who you plan on fighting next?" he asked in his usual tone, referring to whenever Issei dresses expensive, he always fights someone strong.
"No, I'm just trying to look the part of a teacher after all. Anyways, what teaching role were you able to give me?" Issei asked.
Yesterday, when Ajuka said he couldn't give Issei his Evil Pieces, he asked Sirzechs to compensate Issei in another way. Issei wrote up two requests on a sheet of paper and handed it to Sirzechs.
These were the requests;
1) Creation of a new club for himself and anyone he decides to bring on.
2) A teaching position at Kuoh Academy.
Sirzechs said he could fulfil the first request, but the second would be more challenging. Despite Sirzechs's challenges, he was willing to argue and convince his parents, who are the school administrators, to allow Issei to join the staff so he could compensate Issei for his actions for the Underworld.
Issei, who gave Sirzechs his phone number on the same day, called Issei later in the night about which teaching position he wanted. Issei first suggested that he would be content with being the school P.E. teacher. However, Sirzechs heard that Issei was a force driver and that students may leave in an ambulance due to his harsh training regime, so he declined Issei's request to be a P.E. teacher.
Issei then suggested he be the school's physics teacher, as Issei is well-versed in all types of sciences involving physics and chemistry. But Azazel took the chemistry teacher's position. Issei claimed he was good with physics and knew and understood quantum physics, so it would be only appropriate for Issei to be a physics teacher.
Hearing Issei's question, Azazel sighed, "Well, the good news is that you are on the school staff," he answered in a cheerful tone, trying to lighten Issei's mood before he ruined it.
Issei's face scrunched in suspicion, "And the bad news?" he asked, a bit on guard.
Azazel lets out a breath, his body subconsciously tightening and clenching up in case Issei hits him out of anger.
"Well, you got the role of the school's temporary Guidance Consellour", Azazel replied in a wary tone.
Issei suddenly halted in his place, and his facial expression became cold. Azazel, seeing Issei's reaction, starts to sweat nervously.
"You're telling me that my job is to listen to the problems of a bunch of brats and give them guidance?" Issei asked in a low and cold tone.
Azazel nodded slowly, gauging Issei's reaction carefully. "Yes, that's the job for now," he replied, trying to sound reassuring. "But think about it this way: you'll have the opportunity to influence and help shape the lives of the students, not to mention it can be a stepping stone to the position you really want."
Issei's eyes narrowed. "And how long am I supposed to endure this 'temporary' position?"
"Sirzechs assured me it's just for a semester. If you do well, you'll be considered for a more permanent and, shall we say, appropriate teaching role," Azazel explained, attempting to pacify him.
Issei sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. I'll do it. But only because I don't want Sirzechs to owe me anything."
Azazel smiled, relieved. "Good. Now, let's get you settled in your new office. You'll have a lot of students coming to you for advice soon enough."
X
Back in the ORC clubhouse, the atmosphere was tense. Everyone watched Rias, waiting for her to explain her outburst. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before speaking.
"It seems that Issei and Ravel have decided to form their own club," Rias announced, holding up the resignation papers. "And they've left the Occult Research Club to do so."
The room was silent for a moment, everyone processing the information.
Finally, Kiba broke the silence. "A new club? What kind of Club?", he asked.
Rias looked at the papers again. "It's a gambling club. Apparently, they've received permission to use that new building we saw this morning."
"A gambling club?" Xenovia echoed, disbelief in her voice. "Is that even allowed in a school setting?"
"It appears they've received special permission," Rias said, her voice tinged with irritation. "And it seems that Issei has also taken up a temporary teaching position as the school's Guidance Counselor."
Koneko's eyes widened. "Issei... as a counsellor?"
Akeno chuckled softly. "That should be interesting. But why would he leave the ORC for a gambling club?"
Rias sighed. "I don't know, but we're going to find out. We'll pay a visit to their new Club after school today. I want to hear from Issei himself why he's made this decision."
The others nodded in agreement, and the room became contemplative. Rias felt mixed emotions—anger, betrayal, and a hint of curiosity. Whatever Issei's reasons, she intended to get to the bottom of it.
X
Azazel took Issei to his new office, directly across from the nurse's office. Azazel takes a glance at the doors of the nurse's office.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, there's a new nurse as well" Azazel mentioned. "You might meet her today."
The news catches Issei's attention. "How interesting," he replies as he opens the school counsellor's office door.
Issei stepped into his new office, taking in the surroundings. The room was modestly furnished with a desk, couches, and a bookshelf stocked with various counselling and psychology books. Motivational posters adorned the walls, giving the space a somewhat inviting feel.
"See?! It's not so bad!" Azazel states jovially
Issei scoffs as he walks in, followed by Azazel. Issei examines the desk made of mahogany; he pulls out the ergonomic chair and sits in it, getting comfortable. Azazel sits on the opposite couch, crossing his leg over the other while leaning back.
"Man, even my own office isn't as lavish as this", Azazel explains with a smirk. "There are things I wanted to talk to you about yesterday, but you left so suddenly that I didn't get the chance".
Issei raised an eyebrow, "What do you wish to talk about?" he asked.
Azazel then leans forward, "Well, for starters, you start by explaining whatever this LIMIT BREAKER state that Kiba has been babbling about"? He asks.
Issei sighed to himself, expecting this question but not knowing its answer. "I myself don't even know," he replies. "All I can assume is that similar to whatever the Hero Faction did with their Sacred Gear, that dopping drug, which is the blood of Shalba Belzeebub, causes the sacred gear to evolve in a way. I can only assume my presence in Kiba yielded a similar result."
Azazel nodded, deep in thought. "Interesting theory. We'll need to investigate further to understand this new ability's implications." he replies with open-mindedness, "But speaking off sacred gear evolution, there's something which you need to know," he replies seriously.
Caught off guard by Azazel's serious tone, Issei's eyes narrow, "Which is?" he asks, matching Azazel's severe tone.
"When you destroyed True Longinus, you were able to retrieve the dying will of the Biblical God. You asked me to hand it over to Michael, and I must say, he thanked you for the gesture. Azazel explains before pausing to allow Issei to take in the information.
"Michael then returned it back to the Miracle System, which was once managed by God, in hopes that God's Dying Will will bring balance back to the world. However, something unimaginable happened", Azazel continued.
Issei raised an eyebrow in interest, "Go on," he said for Azazel to continue.
"The Sacred Gear system absorbed the dying will and sent them out back to the world. Due to this, either new sacred gears have emerged, or already existing ones have evolved," Azazel explains.
Issei takes in the information; from what he knew, this had never happened before, and he wondered why. Before remembering the dying will of the Biblical God could perform miracles.
"Why would God's dying will cause such a phenomenon?" Issei asked in a monotone voice.
Azazel smirked, already knowing the answer, "You" he replied
Issei furrows his eyebrows. "Me?" he asks in confusion.
Azazel's smirk grew slightly, "Yes, you, God's dying will has seen you as a threat to the natural order; I'm guessing destroying True Longinus has traumatised it. In response to your existence, the dying will want to create new sacred gears or enhance existing ones to combat you," he explained, pointing towards Issei.
Issei leaned back in his chair, processing Azazel's words. "So, you're saying that by destroying the True Longinus, I've somehow triggered an evolution in the Sacred Gear system because God's dying will perceive me as a threat?"
Azazel nodded. "That's exactly what I'm saying. This unprecedented reaction indicates that your power and actions have far-reaching consequences. Issei, you killed a high-tier God and destroyed True Longinus, all in the span of a few hours. It's as if the system itself is preparing for a possible confrontation with you, or perhaps it's just trying to balance the scales."
Issei's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "And these new or enhanced Sacred Gears... they could be anywhere, with anyone."
Azazel decided to reveal a tidbit of information, "We have one, in the Grigori. She's a half devil, half human and has been asleep for the past 100 years due to a sleeping illness. She seemed to have woken up from getting a sacred gear" he says.
Interested in what sacred gear she had due to knowing they were designed to combat him, Issei asked, "Really? What sacred gear did she have?" his tone carrying curiosity and wariness.
Azazel then let out a frustrated sigh, "Well, we tried to get a test, but she fell asleep almost as soon as she woke up", he replied, a bit disappointed.
Issei chuckled, "How unfortunate", he replied to the inconvenience.
"Speaking of which, how's your adopted daughter, Astrid?" Azazel is curious about the new wielder of the Midgardsomr Sacred Gear.
Issei smiles warmly as he is reminded, "She's doing well, excelling in all areas of her school life, despite only being there for a week", he replied in a pride-filled tone.
Azazel chuckles, "That's good to hear. How is her sacred gear?" he asked curiously.
"I don't think she's made contact with Midgardsomr yet, but she can use its powers—light manipulation and poison inducement similar to Fenrir," Issei answers.
Azazel was very curious about Astrid's sacred gear, not only because it held one of the Dragon Kings but also because it didn't act like a normal sacred gear. When he got the reports from Asgard about Astrid's Sacred Gear, he noticed it was more akin to his Downfall Dragon Spear, which held the Dragon King Fafnir than something like Saji's Vritra Sacred Gear, which held the Dragon King Vritra—just weapon containing a beast which one had a contract with.
This, of course, put questions in Azazel's head, specifically on how easily attached both Issei and Rossweisse got to Astrid and vice versa. Rossweisse, he understood, Rossweisse had a good-natured heart, but Issei was quite distant and jaded; for him to develop parental feelings for a child he had just met made no sense to Azazel. On top of that, her Sacred Gear looked like Issei's Boosted Gear, and if her Sacred Gear was just a weapon containing Midgardsmor like Azazel suspects, then more questions arise, such as;
"Who created Astrid's 'Sacred Gear'"?
Azazel pondered this question sincerely. Sacred Gears were usually remnants of the Biblical God's power, distributed across the world to various humans. But Astrid's Sacred Gear felt different. It felt as though it had a deliberate design, a specific intent behind its creation. Could it be that someone had engineered it for a particular reason?
"Why does Astrid's 'Sacred Gear' resemble Issei's Boosted Gear?"
The uncanny similarities between Astrid's Sacred Gear and Issei's Boosted Gear were particularly unsettling. He couldn't dismiss the possibility that someone had deliberately designed her Sacred Gear to mimic Issei's, perhaps as a way to establish a connection or influence.
"How did Astrid get a contract with Midgardsomr despite not knowing about the supernatural before meeting Issei and Rossweisse?"
This was another perplexing question. Contracts with powerful entities like Midgardsomr weren't just handed out. They required knowledge, intent, and, often, significant power or influence. How did a seemingly ordinary girl like Astrid forge such a contract without any prior knowledge or involvement in the supernatural world?
"Why was it so easy for Issei and Rossweisse to build a familial bond with Astrid?"
This was perhaps the most troubling question. Issei, known for his cautious nature, and Rossweisse, ever the responsible and guarded individual, had both developed a parental bond with Astrid almost instantly. It was as if there was an unseen force guiding their emotions and actions. Azazel couldn't shake the feeling that something more profound was at play.
"Why was Astrid so easily accepting of them?"
Children often take time to adapt to new environments and people. Yet, Astrid had readily accepted Issei and Rossweisse as her family. It was almost as if she was preconditioned to do so. Was this a result of her Sacred Gear's influence, or was there something else at work?
He then recounts Astrid's features in his head, "Silver hair like Rossweisse and a 'Sacred Gear' similar to Issei..., could she be..." Azazel thinks to himself.
However, his train of thought was cut short as the school bell rang.
"Looks like it's time for school; you best get to your homeroom", Issei says as he takes out his laptop from his bag to get ready for his first client.
Azazel nodded, snapping out of his reverie. "Right, I'll leave you to it. Good luck, Issei." With that, he exited the office, leaving Issei to prepare for his new role.
As Azazel walked to his classroom, his thoughts returned to Astrid, the implication she may present, "Astrid Hyoudou, you're very interesting..." Azazel thinks.
X
As if Issei's day couldn't get any more annoying, this entire day, he had to listen to students complain about meaningless things, issues that could be resolved if they had enough common sense and conviction. If this day reminded Issei of anything, it reminded him that he hated most things, specifically insufferable people.
Issei sighed as he looked at the next name on his list. It had been a long day of listening to students' complaints, most of which were trivial and could be resolved with a bit of common sense. He called the next student in, bracing himself for another round of mundane issues.
A nervous-looking boy with messy hair and glasses entered the room, clutching his backpack tightly. "Um, hello, Mr. Hyoudou," he stammered.
"Come in and take a seat," Issei said, trying to sound encouraging despite his growing irritation. "What's your name?"
"I'm Kenji," the boy replied, sitting down and looking around nervously.
"Alright, Kenji. What seems to be the problem?" Issei asked, leaning back in his chair.
Kenji fidgeted with his backpack straps. "Well, you see, I have this... problem," he began hesitantly. "I keep losing my pens."
Issei blinked, trying to mask his disbelief. "You keep losing your pens?" he repeated.
Kenji nodded earnestly. "Yes! It's really frustrating. I buy a pack of pens, and within a week, they're all gone. I can't concentrate in class because I never have a pen when I need one."
Issei took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay professional. "Have you tried keeping your pens in a specific place, like a pencil case or a designated pocket in your backpack?"
Kenji looked surprised as if the idea had never occurred to him. "Um, no, I haven't," he admitted. "I usually just throw them in my bag and hope for the best."
"Well, there's your solution," Issei said, trying to keep his tone patient. "Get a pencil case and always put your pens in it. That way, you'll know where they are, and you won't keep losing them."
Kenji's eyes widened. "Wow, that's a great idea! Why didn't I think of that?" he said, a smile spreading across his face.
Issei forced a smile in return. "Glad I could help. Anything else you need?"
Kenji shook his head, still smiling. "No, that's all. Thanks, Mr Hyoudou!" He stood up, clutching his backpack as if it held newfound treasure, and left the office.
As the door closed behind him, Issei leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh. "If all my problems were that simple," he muttered to himself. He rubbed his temples, wondering how he was going to get through the rest of the day without losing his sanity.
The following student on Issei's list entered the room: a young girl with a look of frustration on her face. She took a seat opposite Issei, crossing her arms defensively.
"Hi, Mr. Hyoudou," she said curtly.
"Hello, what's your name?" Issei asked, maintaining his professional demeanour.
"I'm Mia," she replied, her tone still guarded.
"Well, Mia, what seems to be the problem?" Issei inquired, ready to tackle whatever issue she presented.
Mia let out an exasperated sigh, "It's my group project. My teammates are useless. They never do any work, and I'm stuck doing everything myself."
Issei nodded, "That sounds frustrating. Have you talked to your teammates about it?"
Mia rolled her eyes, "Yeah, but they just brush me off. They don't care about the project at all."
Issei leaned forward, his expression stern, "Then cut them off." he replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
Mia blinked in surprise, taken aback by Issei's directness, "Cut them off?" she repeated, unsure if she had heard correctly.
Issei nodded firmly, "Yes, cut them off. If they're not willing to contribute and take the project seriously, then you shouldn't waste your time and effort trying to carry them. Focus on doing the best you can with the resources you have."
Mia hesitated, processing Issei's words, "But won't that make me look bad to the teacher? I don't want to be seen as someone who can't work well with others."
Issei shook his head, "Not necessarily. If you've made sincere efforts to work with your teammates and they're not pulling their weight, your teacher will likely understand. It's better to demonstrate your own capabilities and dedication than to let others drag you down."
Mia nodded slowly, beginning to see the logic in Issei's advice, "I guess you're right. It's just frustrating to feel like I'm doing all the work myself."
"I understand," Issei said sympathetically, "But sometimes, taking decisive action is necessary to protect your own interests and ensure the success of the project. Trust me, it's better to address the issue now than to let it continue and potentially jeopardise your grades."
Mia sighed, her shoulders sagging with resignation, "Okay, I'll do it. Thanks, Mr. Hyoudou."
Issei smiled reassuringly, "You're welcome, Mia. Just remember to communicate your concerns with your teacher and stay focused on delivering your best work. And if you need any further assistance, don't hesitate to come see me."
With a newfound sense of determination, Mia stood up and left Issei's office, feeling empowered to take control of her situation. As Issei watched her go, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in knowing that he had helped guide another student towards a solution to their problem.
Issei leaned back in his chair, "At least that was more interesting than any other complaints I got today", he said to himself, chuckling a bit.
X
It was now lunchtime; Issei had stepped out of his office, locking the door with the key he had gotten. As he locks the door, he senses footsteps rushing through the hallway.
On instinct, Issei moved out of the way to let the runners pass by without hitting him. As the runner passes, one of them, shouts to the other.
"Come on, Matsuda, the Kendo Club is probably changing right now!" a familiar voice calls out.
Issei's ears perk up, and he glances towards the runners, who are none other than Matsuda and Motohama, who used to be his former friends since he used his mind manipulation ability to remove their memories of the old him. As he watched the two run towards their destination, a third silhouette, a brown-haired boy, appeared running behind them.
"To be childish and naive..." Issei thinks, groaning internally.
His thoughts were cut short as he heard the door to the nurse's office door open and then close. Issei then felt a presence that wasn't human coming from the door, so he turned to face the new person.
He then locked eyes with a woman; this woman looked to be in her twenties with long, wavy cherry blossom hair. She wore glasses and a white gown and miniskirt, which defined her well-endowed bust and slim waist.
--
Name: Roygun Belphegor
Race: Devil
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: High-Class Devil
Relationship: None
Type: Caster (Sorceress)
Stats:-
Vitality: 75
Strength: 60
Agility: 45
Intelligence: 60
Senses: 45
Dexterity: 60
Luck: 30
Overall Power Level: 53
Abilities: Crack, Teleportation, Transformation
Gear: None
--
Analysing her stats, Issei pondered, "Roygun Belphegor? How interesting. I should probably introduce myself, although the system already told me her name. But I guess it is odd for me to call her by her name without her introducing herself."
Issei approached Roygun with a composed demeanour, masking the curiosity he felt. He extended his hand in greeting, "Hello, I'm Issei Hyoudou. I'm the new guidance counsellor here. You must be the new nurse."
Roygun smiled warmly, accepting his handshake, "Yes, I am. My name is Roygun Belphegor. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Hyoudou."
"The pleasure is mine, Ms Belphegor," Issei replied, noting the formal address. "How are you finding Kuoh Academy so far?"
"It's certainly interesting," Roygun responded, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "A lot more eventful than I anticipated."
Issei chuckled, "That's an understatement. You'll find that this school has its fair share of... unique situations."
Roygun nodded knowingly, "I gathered as much. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other, given our roles."
"Indeed," Issei agreed, "If I may ask, why did you choose to work at Kuoh Academy?" he asks.
Roygun giggles a bit, "Well, it just happens my apartment in the Underworld was destroyed on Saturday from a certain fight between a Heavenly Dragon and the members of the Hero Faction", she said with a bit of amusement, wanting to see Issei's reaction.
Issei's eyes widened slightly, his composure momentarily faltering at Roygun's revelation. He quickly regained his composure, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I see. I apologise if I was the cause of your inconvenience," he said, his tone sincere but with a touch of amusement.
Roygun waved off his concern with a light-hearted chuckle, "No need to apologise. It's not every day you get front-row seats to a battle of that scale. Besides, it gave me a reason to try something new, and here I am."
Issei nodded, appreciating her positive outlook, "Well, we're fortunate to have you here. Please let me know if there's anything you need or any way I can help. I would love to compensate for your inconvenience."
Roygun's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in slightly, a playful smile on her lips, "Oh, really? You'll compensate for my inconvenience, Mr. Hyoudou? That's a very generous offer."
Issei raised an eyebrow, sensing her teasing tone. "Of course. It's the least I can do."
Roygun's smile turned playful as she leaned slightly closer, "Well, Mr. Hyoudou, now that you mention it, there might be something you can help me with."
Issei, intrigued by her tone. "Oh? And what might that be?"
She leaned back, a hint of flirtation in her voice. "How about you join me for a coffee sometime? It would be nice to have someone show me around and help me get to know the place better."
Issei chuckled softly, caught off guard by her directness but not displeased. "I suppose I could make some time for that. Welcome you properly to Kuoh Town and all."
Roygun's eyes twinkled with amusement. "It's a date then," she said, her smile widening. "I'll be looking forward to it, Mr Hyoudou."
Issei nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Likewise, Ms Belphegor."
As Roygun walked away, Issei couldn't help but shake his head slightly, bemused by the unexpected turn of events. Kuoh Academy was indeed proving to be full of surprises. He made a mental note to keep an eye on Roygun, not just because of her flirtatious nature but also due to her impressive capabilities.
A/N: In my humble opinion, Roygun is the baddest chick in DxD, don't even try and convince me otherwise. Also, I wonder how many of you thought the new nurse would be Chisato Hasegawa, I've seen many other DxD fanfic use her.
X
During his break time, Issei walked towards his new Club, the Gambling Club. When he arrived, he saw a large number of boys present; he did expect that teenage girls wouldn't be as interested in gambling as much as the adolescent boys.
From what Sirzechs said, apparently, Sona was entirely against the idea of opening a gambling club on campus, let alone allowing Issei his own Club, but alas, she couldn't do anything, causing the Sitri Heiress to seethe in rage despite her usual composed and strict composure.
The prospect made Issei chuckle, knowing he was causing Sona discomfort. However, his Club wasn't made for gambling; instead, it was a front for something more hidden.
Issei walks through the group of boys muttering to each other in excitement and anticipation, towards the front door and opens the double door.
"Come on in", Issei says sternly, allowing the group of boys to walk in.
As the boys eagerly entered the Club, Issei scanned the room, his eyes flicking over the various gambling tables and gaming setups. Despite the facade of a typical gambling club, there was an undercurrent of something darker, lurking beneath the surface.
Issei stood in the corner, watching the boys interact with the machines, trying to find a way to cheese the machines and make maximum profit. Ravel then walks down from the second floor of the building and approaches Issei.
"Is it time?" Ravel whispers to Issei, knowing the true purpose of Issei's new Club.
Issei nodded in confirmation, "Yeah, it is", he replied as he raised his finger up, holding a ball of psychic energy.
[Ability Used: Mental Manipulation: Alteration]
As the ball of energy explodes, the energy disperses all over the Club, affecting all the humans present. Instantly, the boys stop talking and face Issei with a blank expression on his face.
Issei then pressed a button under one of the bookshelves, which caused the bookcase to open, revealing a staircase that leads underground. Using his control over the boys, Issei commands them to walk down the stairs.
The boys then arrive in a large underground section. There are bleachers on all four sides and four battle cages in the centre.
The boys look around, seeing the environment. Ravel and Issei walk in after the group and stand in the centre of a podium. Ravel stood beside Issei, her expression composed, she surveyed the assembled boys with a calculating gaze. Issei, on the other hand, exuded a sense of quiet determination, his eyes were sharp, as he addressed the subdued crowd before him.
"Welcome, gentlemen, to the true purpose of this club," Issei began, his voice echoing throughout the underground chamber. "You've been brought here not to gamble away your money but to participate in something far more intriguing."
"I've noticed a change in the boys of our generation: unmotivated, useless, and pathetic. Only caring about the high rushes of dopamine, not bothering where they came from" Issei sternly looked at each boy intently, his sharp silver eyes scanning them for any sign of weakness.
"Some of you resort to drug abuse, and some others decide to take the easy way out by joining gangs or engaging in criminal activities," Issei continued, his voice carrying a tone of disappointment. "But I believe that each and every one of you has the potential to be more than what society expects of you."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in as he locked eyes with each of the boys in turn. "That's why we're here today: to test your limits, to push you beyond your comfort zones, and to see who among you has the strength, the courage, and the determination to rise above the rest."
"So allow me to introduce you to the true nature of my newly established Club. Although as a front, it's a gambling club, what it really is is a fight club," Issei explains. "Here, you will take out your pent-up frustrations and anger on each other; that way, when you are out of this club, you can focus on what is really important, which is self-improvement."
The boys looked around, their expressions a mixture of surprise, uncertainty, and a hint of excitement. Issei's words had struck a chord with them, awakening a sense of determination and purpose that had been dormant within them.
"Now, I'm not forcing any of you to participate," Issei continued his tone firm but not unkind. "But know that this is an opportunity for you to challenge yourselves, to prove your worth, and to emerge stronger than before."
"For starters, the fee to join such a club is 100 yen to spectate for one session and 200 yen to participate in the brawls. You're probably asking why I am charging; well, we are going to run tournaments each week; the first, second and third places will be paid handsomely. Do I make myself clear?" Issei explains.
The boys nodded, their expressions resolute as they absorbed Issei's words. They could sense the weight of his expectations and the promise of opportunity that lay before them. Some exchanged determined glances, silently acknowledging the challenge that lay ahead.
Issei then starts to pace around the podium, "Now that we have established that, we must go over the ground rules. There are only two", he says, raising to fingers in his two fingers in his hand.
"The first rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club," Issei says sternly, eyeing which person is putting down one finger.
The boys exchanged glances, some nodding in understanding while others furrowed their brows in confusion. Issei's tone left no room for doubt; this was serious business.
Issei then continued to pace again, "The second rule of * * is, you do not talk about * *", he says, putting his last finger down.
As Issei emphasised the second rule, the atmosphere in the underground chamber grew palpably tense. The boys exchanged wary glances, sensing the gravity of Issei's words. His stern demeanour and unwavering gaze left no room for misunderstanding; this was a rule not to be taken lightly.
Observing their reactions, Issei allowed a moment of silence to hang in the air, letting the weight of his words sink in. He could sense the anticipation building among the assembled crowd, their eagerness palpable as they waited for him to reveal the next steps.
"Those are the ground rules," Issei declared, his voice commanding attention. "Now, for those of you who choose to participate, step forward and prepare yourselves. The battles will begin shortly."
A good majority of the boys stepped forward, while a minority sat on the bleachers, wanting to watch first before wanting to join in.
"Everyone! Line up here!" Ravel calls out, pointing towards a folding table, "Get your money ready to pay, and you will be required to write down your name for recording", she explained authoritatively.
The boys complied, forming a line in front of the folding table as instructed by Ravel. Issei watched with a sense of satisfaction as they followed her orders without question, impressed by her natural leadership skills.
Ravel stood behind the table as the boys queued up, her posture straight and confident. She held a small notebook and pen, ready to record the participants' names and collect their fees. Issei stepped to stand beside her, his presence commanding respect as he surveyed the scene before him.
"Write down your name and hand over your fee," Ravel instructed her voice firm but not unkind.
The boys nodded, reaching into their pockets to retrieve the required amount of money. Some of them chatted nervously amongst themselves, their excitement palpable as they anticipated the upcoming battles. Others remained silent, their expressions focused and determined as they prepared for the challenge.
Issei watched as each boy approached the table, his gaze assessing their demeanour and readiness. He could sense the mixed emotions swirling within them - excitement, nervousness, determination - and he knew they were all eager to prove themselves in the arena.
Once each participant had written down their name and handed over their fee, Ravel meticulously recorded the information in her notebook. Issei observed her with a sense of pride, impressed by her efficiency and attention to detail.
As the registration process continued, Issei couldn't help but feel anticipation coursing through him. He knew that the battles about to unfold would be a test of the boys' physical strength and their resolve and determination.
As the first round of battles commenced, the atmosphere in the underground chamber. The sound of fists meeting flesh echoed off the walls as the boys faced off against each other in the four battle cages.
In one corner, two boys exchanged powerful blows, their movements fluid and precise as they circled each other. They pushed themselves to their limits with each strike, determined to emerge victorious.
In another corner, a smaller boy faced off against a larger opponent, his agility and speed proving valuable assets as he dodged and weaved around the other's attacks. Despite being outsized, he refused to back down, his determination shining through with each move he made.
Meanwhile, the remaining battles raged on in the remaining two corners, each a testament to the boys' strength and resilience. Some fought recklessly, throwing caution to the wind as they unleashed their frustrations and anger. Others fought with calculated precision, carefully strategising their every move to outmaneuver their opponents.
As Issei watched from the sidelines, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the boys' efforts. They were proving themselves to be more than just unmotivated, useless teenagers; they were fighters, warriors in their own right, willing to push themselves to the limit to pursue their goals.
As the battles raged on, Issei and Ravel remained vigilant, ready to step in if necessary to ensure the safety of the participants. They knew that while the fights were a valuable opportunity for the boys to test their limits, they also carried inherent risks.
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The break time was almost finished, meaning the students would need to return to class. Knowing this, Issei ended all the fights; the participants were injured quite a bit, and cuts, bruises, and blood littered their bodies.
If they walked into school with their current appearance, Issei would be investigated. However, he had a plan to make these wounds disappear. Ravel stood at the staircase entrance, a green fire in her hand as she engulfed each boy in green flames.
The green flames enveloped each boy, their injuries disappearing as if they had never been there. Issei watched with relief as the boys emerged unscathed, their bodies healed and their spirits lifted by the experience.
Last week, when Ravel found out Issei was training Akeno and Kiba, she also asked for Issei's assistance. Issei was able to help Ravel project her natural regeneration through green flames, albeit there are limits to the healing.
Once the healing process was complete, Issei and Ravel ushered the boys out of the underground chamber and Clubhouse to their respective classes.
Meanwhile, Issei turned his attention to Ravel, who was standing nearby with a thoughtful expression on her face. "That went better than expected," she remarked, her voice tinged with satisfaction.
Issei nodded in agreement. "Indeed. The boys showed promise, and I think they learned a valuable lesson today."
Ravel smiled, "I have no doubt that they'll be back for more. They may have come here seeking a thrill, but I think they found something much more meaningful."
However, Ravel still had questions, "By the way, do you have any other reason for me to heal them aside from hiding our club secret?" she asked, insinuating Issei had an underlying motive.
Issei then looked at Ravel, "I want you to gain better control over your powers; there's a weapon I want to give you", he replied in his usual tone.
Instantly, Ravel's eyes turn into stars in excitement, "What kind of weapon is it?! Give it to me, please!" she begs, jumping at Issei with joy; she seens Issei's extensive collection of weapons and is impressed.
Issei chuckled softly, placing his hands on Ravel's shoulders to calm her down, "Easy there, to answer your question. It's a katana that will drain the wielder of their body heat and concentrate that heat into the blade." he explained. "I was curious what this weapon would be capable of in the hands of Phoenix".
Ravel's eyes began to sparkle, a bit of flame appearing in her eyes; she could only imagine the possibilities with such a weapon.
But those thoughts were cut off as Issei pushed his hand on Ravel's head in a playful manner, "But you need to learn to control your powers better", he scolded playfully.
Ravel pouted slightly, her enthusiasm momentarily dampened by Issei's playful reprimand. "Fine, fine," she grumbled, though her eyes still sparkled with excitement. "But you have to promise me that you'll give me the katana once I've improved."
Issei chuckled again, shaking his head in amusement. "Deal," he replied
Ravel and Issei bid farewell to each other. Ravel went to her next class, and Issei returned to his office.
X
Issei was on his laptop, documenting reports of the people he talked to today and placing them in separate files with tags so it'd be easier for him to find them later on.
Suddenly, he hears a knock at the door; Issei looks up from his computer, and his eyes narrow.
"I'm pretty sure I don't have any clients booked in at this time," he thinks as he opens his schedule on his laptop to check, as he thought these 45 minutes were free for him.
Issei's eyes then glow red so he can see who is behind the door. When he finds out who it is, he groans in annoyance.
"What does she want?" he asked himself, wanting to die.
"Come in!" he calls out to the person, letting them know it's alright for them to come inside despite his brain telling him not to.
The door opens, revealing none other than Akeno; seeing Issei dressed formally did things to her: the coat and suit, the glasses and his overall demeanour. It put Akeno in the right mood for her plans for Issei, which she's been trying to accomplish since last week.
Akeno entered the room with a smile, her eyes glinting mischievously as she took in Issei's formal attire. "Well, well, what do we have here? You look very handsome in those clothing, Issei, but I think you would better look better with them off," she teased.
Issei rolled his eyes, "Yeah, so you can steal these clothes as well", he thought.
Issei sighed, knowing exactly where this was going. "What do you want, Akeno?" he asked, trying to keep his tone neutral despite the irritation bubbling beneath the surface.
Akeno sauntered over to Issei's desk, leaning against it seductively. "Oh, just thought I'd pay my favourite Guidance Counselor a visit," she replied, her tone filled with innuendo.
Still typing on his computer, Issei replied, "Akeno, you know if you want to speak to me, you have to book an appointment first, right?" he explained, trying to keep his hands to himself.
Akeno's smile widened, her eyes never leaving Issei. "Oh, come on, Issei. Do I really need to book an appointment just to talk to you?"
Issei didn't look up from his laptop, continuing to type as he spoke. "Yes, you do, and it's Mr Hyoudou to you."
Akeno's smile grew even more mischievous as she leaned closer to Issei, her hair cascading over her shoulders. "Mr. Hyoudou, is it?" she purred, her voice a sultry whisper. "I can think of a few other names I'd like to call you."
Issei clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay in control and let his instinct take over. "Akeno, if you don't have a legitimate reason for being here, I suggest you leave. I have work to do."
Akeno's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned even closer, her breath warm against Issei's ear. "Oh, but Issei, you know I always have a reason for seeing you," she whispered, her tone teasing. "Maybe I need some...guidance."
Issei fought to keep his composure, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. "Akeno, if you need guidance, I suggest you speak to Rias or one of the other club members," he said firmly, refusing to meet her gaze.
Akeno pouted playfully, her fingers lightly brushing against Issei's shoulder. "But they don't have your... expertise," she replied, her voice dripping with suggestiveness. "Besides, I think you know exactly what kind of guidance I'm looking for."
Issei took a deep breath, his patience wearing thin. "Please, take a seat then," he said reluctantly, gesturing towards the couch before him.
Akeno sauntered over to the couch, her movements deliberate and seductive. She sank into the cushions, crossing her legs and leaning back while keeping her gaze fixed on Issei. Issei then walks from his desk and sits on the couch directly across from her.
"So, Mr. Hyoudou," she began, her voice low and husky. "I've been thinking about your... guidance."
Issei resisted the urge to roll his eyes, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed. "Yes, Akeno?" he prompted, trying to keep his tone professional despite the tension crackling between them.
Akeno's lips curled into a sly smile as she toyed with a lock of her hair. "Well, I've been feeling a bit... stressed lately," she confessed, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And I thought you might have some... special techniques for helping me relax."
Issei fought to keep his composure, his jaw tightening with frustration. "Akeno, I'm not sure what you're implying, but I'm here to provide guidance and support to students in need," he said firmly, his gaze unwavering.
Akeno chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down Issei's spine. "Oh, I'm definitely in need, Mr. Hyoudou," she murmured, her eyes darkening with desire. "In need of your... personal attention."
Issei's patience wearing thin, he decides to change the subject, "How have you been in the past month? Without my presence?" he asks
Issei hadn't bothered to check up on anyone or how his absence had affected them. Right now, it was an excellent chance to check.
Akeno's playful demeanour faded, replaced by a sombre expression. She sighed softly, her eyes dropping to her lap as she toyed with the hem of her skirt.
"It hasn't been easy," she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. "We've all missed you, Issei. Things just haven't been the same without you around. The atmosphere at home has been tense, and Rias... well, she's been struggling the most."
"And what about you?" Issei asked in the same tone. "How have you been holding up?"
Akeno looked up, her eyes meeting Issei's with vulnerability, "I've been trying to stay strong for everyone else, but it's been hard," she confessed. "I've missed your presence, your strength. You were always there to support us, to keep us grounded. Without you, it feels like we're all a bit lost."
Issei sighed, knowing his following words may be harsh, especially in Akeno's current state.
"Akeno, tell me this. What would you have done if I died that day?" Issei asks sternly, referring to when he was ambushed outside the ORC building by the devil trio.
Akeno's eyes widened at Issei's question, and she looked genuinely taken aback for a moment. She hadn't expected such a direct and intense query.
"I..." Akeno began, her voice faltering. She took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the floor as she tried to find the right words. "I don't know, Issei. Losing you would have been devastating. It would have shattered all of us."
Issei watched her closely, his expression unreadable. "But you would have had to carry on. You can't rely on me forever, Akeno. None of you can. You need to find your own strength, your own way to support each other." he explained.
Akeno nodded slowly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I understand that," she whispered. "But it's easier said than done. You mean everything to us, Issei. Losing you would have left a void that none of us could easily fill."
Issei sighs, "Akeno, the reason I can do what I do, such as killing a God and whatnot, is because I have confidence in myself and my abilities. On top of that, I work well independently. I'm not saying you need to become a lone wolf; I'm just saying you need to be able to stand on your own two feet when others aren't around. Whether it be emotional and mental or in battle. If you can't hold yourself together alone, how do you expect to hold others together?" he asks rhetorically.
Akeno listened intently, Issei's words sinking in deeply. She nodded, acknowledging the truth in what he said. A look of determination and introspection replaced her usual playful demeanour.
"You're right, Issei," she admitted quietly. "I've relied on you a lot, maybe too much. It's just... you have this way of making everything seem possible, no matter how difficult things get. But I understand now that I need to find that strength within myself, for my sake and for the others."
Issei's expression softened slightly, seeing Akeno's genuine struggle and her effort to understand. "It's not an easy path, Akeno," he said gently. "Finding your inner strength takes time and experience; it took me almost two years to do so. But I believe in you. I believe in all of you. You have the potential to be even stronger than you think."
Akeno took a deep breath, her resolve firming. "Thank you, Issei. I needed to hear that. I'll do my best to become stronger and more self-reliant. And I'll help the others do the same. We won't let you down."
Issei gave a slight nod, appreciating her determination. "Good. Remember, I'm still here to support you all, even if things have changed. But you have to take the first step on your own."
Akeno smiled, a mix of gratitude and newfound resolve in her eyes. "I will, Issei. And thank you for always pushing us to be better."
Akeno's smile turned mischievous again, a glint of her usual playful nature returning to her eyes. "You're always so serious, Issei," she said, her voice soft but with a teasing edge.
Before Issei could react, she lunged forward from the couch she was sitting on to the couch Issei was sitting on, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.
Issei stiffened, taken aback by the sudden physical contact. "Akeno," he started, his tone a mix of exasperation and confusion.
Akeno buried her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled but filled with warmth. "Thank you, Issei. For everything. You're always there when we need you."
Issei sighed, his irritation rising; he tried to push Akeno away from him. "Akeno, this is highly inappropriate. I am a staff member, and you are a student. I could get fired from this," he said, trying to keep his tone stern but unable to hide his urges.
Akeno lifted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, come on, Mr Hyoudou," she said, emphasising his title with a playful smirk. "You know you missed me."
Issei's brow twitched, "Seriously, Akeno, I don't want to get fired on my first day", he protested.
Akeno's embrace tightened, her mischievous smile returning as she looked up at Issei, her eyes sparkling with affection and playfulness. "Oh, Issei, you're always so concerned with rules and propriety," she teased, her voice a sultry whisper. "But you know as well as I do that there's something between us that's been building for a long time."
Issei's jaw clenched, his frustration mounting as he tried to maintain his composure. "Akeno, this isn't the time or place for this conversation," he insisted, his voice firm but betraying a hint of his inner turmoil.
Akeno's fingers traced light patterns on Issei's firm chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine despite his best efforts to remain unaffected. "Maybe not," she agreed with her tone of coy. "But that doesn't mean I can't remind you how much you mean to me..."
Issei started to move back slightly; in response, Akeno leaned closer, her hands pressed on his thighs for support. Akeno's face got close to Issei's as Issei attempted to move back further but found that Akeno had pinned his thighs down.
Akeno stared up at Issei with her half-lidded purple eyes into his sharp silver eyes, tempting and urging him to let go of his restraints and let out his frustration on her. She could see in his eyes that he was close to snapping and getting what she wanted; she could feel the muscles in his body tense, almost as if he was forcing his body to stop reacting on its own.
Akeno, using her mouth, removed Issei's glasses from his place and placed them on the nearby coffee table. At the same time, her hands undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest.
Akeno then leans into Issei's ear, "Let it out, Issei. I won't tell Rias, I promise," she whispers in a low and seductive tone.
This sentence was the one that broke the camel's back. Issei instantly moved, grabbed Akeno by her neck, and slammed her onto her back on the couch. He proceeded to pin Akeno down, staring down at her; the sudden movement took aback Akeno, but she saw the look in Issei's eyes; it looked hungry.
Akeno's breath caught in her throat as she felt the intensity of Issei's gaze, a mixture of desire and frustration burning in his eyes. She had seen this side of him before, the raw, primal energy that simmered beneath his controlled exterior. But this time, it felt different, more urgent, more intense.
"Issei," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment.
Breathing through his teeth, Issei finally responded, "I've had enough of you and your antics, Akeno. You're constant teasing, your lingering touches, taking my dirty clothes. It's about time I put you in your place", he said in a low growl as he uses the thumb on the hand he has on her neck to brush over her lips.
Akeno gets giddy; she finally gets a reaction from Issei; in response, she licks and sucks on his thumb, "How do you plan on doing that, Mr Hyoudou?" she asks in a sultry tone.
With his hand still on her neck, Issei leans close. "Disciplinary actions," he whispers seductively into her ears, causing Akeno to shiver in pleasure.
Issei then takes his hand off Akeno's neck and then grabs onto her shirt, and pulls it open, freeing her sizeable boobs. Akeno, in response, lets out a yelp of pleasure; before she can say anything, she feels her left breast grabbed roughly and groped, causing Akeno to let out moans of pleasure.
"Issei..." she mutters before she is slapped across the face by Issei.
"It's Mr Hyoudou to you, brat", Issei replied sternly in a dominant tone. "Tell me, is this what you wanted? My attention? Well, now you have. Don't you dare cry or complain afterwards," he growls as he gets close to her neck and bites down, making electricity flow through Akeno's body.
Issei starts to nibble down and suck on her neck, giving her hickey marks while still groping her. Unbeknownst to him, this would have dire consequences afterwards.
Akeno wrapped her legs around Issei's waist and used her hands to cling around Issei's neck, moaning at Issei's assertion.
"Please... don't stop..." she mutters in pure bliss as she bucks her hips into Issei's hips, enjoying the more assertive side to Issei.
The old Issei, who was easily flushed and teasable, was fun for Akeno since she saw Issei as a submissive. However, this new Issei was more assertive and dominant; she didn't know which she liked more; she only cared about being with Issei.
After leaving marks on her neck, Issei leaned to her ear, "Don't fuck with me; I'll fucking ruin you", he whispered in a low and aggressive tone, causing Akeno's body to shake and cling tighter to him.
Realising she is losing her footing with Issei, Akeno retaliates, "Do it, Mr Hyoudou, please ruin me!" she moans out desperately.
Issei chuckled darkly and leaned back, "Such a desperate little slut, aren't you?" he asked with a sadistic smirk on his face.
Akeno licked her lips seductively, "Only for you..." she muttered.
Issei grinned maliciously as he flipped Akeno over and slapped her ass with a good amount of force, eliciting a loud moan from Akeno. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into him; Akeno giggled, happy that Issei was manhandling her.
Issei then leaned back onto the couch, making Akeno lay on his body with her back facing him; he brought his mouth closer to her ear as one of his hands continued to grope her breast. While the other snaked down her skirt and into her panties.
Akeno feels her body heat up from feeling Issei's hands touch her pussy, "Issei...!" she moans out as Issei starts to rub her clit.
Issei brought his hands out of her panties and saw Akeno was already wet, his hands covered in her cum. As Akeno continued to moan, Issei to his opportunity to plunge his cum covered hand into Akeno's mouth, making her taste herself.
"Such a dirty whore; I can tell you were drenched the moment you entered my office", Issei whispers into her ear.
Although initially surprised his her mouth being penetrated, Akeno sucked her own juices off Issei's hand. Issei then pulls his hand out of Akeno's mouth; a trail of drool connects his hand to her mouth. He then plunges his hand back into her panties, eliciting another moan.
"Is this the dirty hole that drenched the grimoire I gave you?" Issei demands, referring to when Akeno played with herself and orgasmed all over the Grimoire Issei loaned her.
"It- it is," Akeno mutters out through her whorish moans, "My pussy has been acting up every time I think of you... Issei..." she says before she gasps as Issei slapped her left boob.
"Didn't I tell you already? It's Mr Hyoudou!" Issei growls out in Akeno's ear.
"I'm- I'm sorry, Mr Hyoudou!" Akeno begs before she lets out a loud moan from Issei, slapping her boobs again.
"Repeat it, slut!" Issei demands roughly.
"I'm- I'm sorry, Mr Hyoudou!" Akeno pledges as she whimpers.
This time Issei slapped her pussy lips, "Louder!" he demanded.
Akeno's entire body contorts and stiffens as she lets out a louder moan, tears forming in her eyes, "I'M SORRY, MR HYOUDOU!" she shouts in pure ecstasy.
"Good girl", Issei hushes as he starts to finger Akeno, eliciting breathless moans from the Shrine Maiden.
"Please... don't stop..." Akeno pledges as she moans, feeling close to an orgasm.
"I'm close! Mr Hyoudou, please, don't stop," Akeno continues, feeling her orgasm seconds away.
However, before she could orgasm, Issei does something to ruin it.
"Necronomicon", Issei mutters in a hollow tone, and instantly, the book appears floating in the air next to Issei.
Akeno, seeing the book, "What- what's that, Mr Hyoudou?" she asks while she moans.
Issei chuckles darkly, "You'll see..." he says, a tone filled with sadism.
The Grimoire opens, and the page magically flips to what Issei desires. Although Akeno couldn't understand the language or character, Issei could.
"Here it is, sex magic", Issei thinks as he remembers he subconsciously used sex magic when he was thinking of Rossweisse, which caused her to become less shy and more assertive.
Issei reads out the page in his head before his blood-red magic circle appears in his left hand. When he did that, a magical choker made of magic appeared on Akeno's neck. This choker was blood red in colour and had intricate ruins.
Feeling the choker on her neck, Akeno asked, "Mr Hyoudou, what did you do to me?" she asked urgently as she was on the verge of an orgasm,
Issei smirked sinisterly, "Well, my dear little fuck toy, I've temporarily removed your ability to cum", he answered with a smirk.
Akeno's eyes widen in shock, wanting to release, but now she can't, "No! Wait! You have to let me cum! Please!" she begs desperately.
Issei chuckled darkly, leaning closer to her ear. "Now I can play with you as long as I want, and I don't have to worry about you getting tired or dazed", he whispered in a sadistic tone, as he pushed Akeno off him and turned her over onto her back.
Akeno's body shook violently, her body wanting to orgasm, but she was forced to hold it in, against her will, because of Issei. Akeno's eyes almost roll back in pleasure, begging to orgasm. Before she could say anything, Issei placed his knee between Akeno's pussy, making her gasp, moan and whine in pleasure.
"Use my thigh and grind yourself", Issei commands sternly.
Akeno instantly obeyed, grinding her aching pussy up and down Issei's thigh. But she wanted more, "Mr Hyoudou... please... I need it!" she whines.
Issei raised his eyebrow, "Oh? What you need, Akeno?" he asked with a knowing smirk.
Akeno's eyes became crazed, "I need- I need your cock!" she exclaimed as if her life depended on it as she started to grind on his thigh even faster.
"Really? Do you think you deserve it?" Issei asked seriously.
Akeno nodded furiously, "Yes! Yes! I need it! Please, Issei! Take me and ruin me!" she begged.
Although Akeno begged for Issei to fuck her, he had other ideas.
"No", he says sternly, causing Akeno to stop grinding.
"No?" Akeno asked nervously, her eyes wide.
Issei's stern gaze remained, "You haven't done anything to deserve it; in fact, all you did was annoy me", he replied in a severe tone.
Akeno looked in disbelief, wanting to protest. Her body still wanted to orgasm, yet Issei didn't allow her to do so. That is when she learnt how much of a sadist this new Issei was; the thought turned her on even more. Instinctively, she starts to grind again.
"Issei! Please! Let me cum!" she begged as her pussy was begging for an orgasm.
Issei's eyes widened like a predator catching its prey as he grabbed Akeno's neck and squeezed, "Good slut, beg more!" he demanded.
"Issei... please... kiss me..." Akeno begged as she moaned.
Issei leaned forward and captured Akeno's lips with his own, his tongue invading her mouth; Akeno tried to fight back with her tongue only to be wholly dominated by Issei's. Akeno's legs started to tremble and shake as she continued to grind against Issei's thigh, feeling her orgasm wanting to blow out of her.
"Please... Issei! Let me cum! Let me cum! Please! Let me cum!" she moans into Issei's mouth.
Issei then removes the magic choker from Akeno's body and takes his knee away from Akeno's pussy so that Akeno doesn't ruin his expensive dress pants with her cum. The moment he did that, Akeno released a powerful orgasm, drenching the couch they were on; her eyes crossed, and her body arched and twitched as the two continued to tongue kiss.
Akeno moaned whorishly into Issei's mouth as she cummed, her hands wrapped around his head, her fingers gripping onto his hair. The two stayed in the same position, continuing to kiss each other for a while.
Issei then pulls back from the kiss, a string of drool connecting the two mouths. Taking her opportunity, Akeno slurped the drool as she approached Issei's lip, kissing him again. This time, Akeno tried to dominate the kiss. However, Issei shut her down and dominated the kiss.
Issei then breaks away from the kiss, his serious demeanour back, "Happy?" he asked in his usual tone.
Akeno giggled, "Of course, although I wasn't able to get the main dish..." she said in a sultry tone as she grazed her fingers across Issei's crotch, "I had a lot of fun."
Issei then sits on the couch, and Akeno lays her head on Issei's thigh. The entire session made her tired despite Issei not going out.
Akeno nuzzles into Issei's thigh, "Next time, I'll take the full package", she says in a sultry tone, her half-lidded eyes eyeing Issei's crotch.
"We'll see. You tired?" Issei asked nonchalantly as he allowed Akeno to lie on his thigh.
Akeno nods, "Yeah, I am", she says in a tired tone.
Issei decides to run his hands through Akeno's hair, causing her to purr while looking at his watch, seeing that he has at least 45 minutes till his next client.
"Well, you have 45 minutes before my next client. So you can stay here and revitalise yourself," Issei advises.
Akeno hummed in understanding as she nuzzled her face on Issei's thigh.
Issei warns Akeno, "Don't you dare tell Rias or the others" he says sternly.
Akeno giggled, "If you say so, although I would've loved to rub it in her face that I got to you before she did", she replied with a cheeky undertone.
Issei then gazed down at Akeno, "You and I both know what would happen if she found out", he cautioned in a severe tone.
Akeno's cheeky smile softened as she closed her eyes, clearly enjoying the moment of peace and closeness. "You're right, Issei," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll keep this our little secret."
Issei nodded, satisfied but still cautious. "Good. Now, rest while you can. You don't want to be seen leaving here looking too... dishevelled."
Akeno chuckled, the sound soft and soothing. "Don't worry, Issei. I'll be on my best behaviour." She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of Issei's fingers running through her hair.
Issei continued running his hand through Akeno's hair, his mind racing despite his calm exterior. He had crossed a line today, and the consequences of this moment weighed heavily on him.
"On my first day... I'm definitely getting fired..." he thinks in annoyance and shame.
A/N: wtf am I doing with my life...
X
It was finally after school; the students either went home or to their respective clubs. The latter was the option for a certain shrine maiden who had her world rocked by the school guidance counsellor.
As Akeno walked into the ORC clubhouse's main office, she saw everyone there except Kiba.
Rias's eyes briefly grazed over Akeno before returning to her paperwork. "Oh hey, Akeno, Kiba got a request, so he won't be joining us in seeing Issei's new club," she explains in her usual tone.
Akeno's expression becomes thoughtful, "Such a shame; I highly doubt Issei would allow him to see the Club by himself," she replies.
Rias then glances at Akeno again, then back at her work, before taking a double-take and seeing something about Akeno that catches her interest. Rias stood up from her chair and stared at Akeno's neck in disbelief.
"Akeno', Rias starts, "Who gave you that hickey?" she says in a voice of restrained rage, pointing at Akeno's neck, but deep down, she already knew the answer to that question.
Akeno blinked in surprise, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch the spot Rias was pointing at on her neck. A mischievous smile curled as she realised what Rias had noticed.
"Oh, this?" Akeno replied her tone light and teasing. "Just a little souvenir from someone special."
Rias's eyes narrowed, her suspicion growing, and her anger rising. "Akeno, we both know there's only one person who could have given you that. Did you see Issei?"
Akeno's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Perhaps," she said coyly, not directly confirming or denying Rias's suspicion.
Koneko, sitting on the couch, decided to use her natural talent, sniffing Akeno's direction, "I can smell Issei all over her", she said with narrowed eyes, her jealousy also coming out.
Rias's fury erupted, her eyes glowing with intense crimson light as she unleashed a wave of her power of destruction towards Akeno. The dark, destructive energy crackled as it reached its target, promising destruction.
Akeno, unfazed by the display of raw power, swiftly countered with her holy lightning. The room lit up with blinding flashes as the two opposing forces clashed mid-air, creating a burst of energy rattling the Clubhouse's foundations.
"Akeno!" Rias shouted, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and betrayal. "How could you? You know how I feel about him!"
Akeno's expression remained calm, though her eyes reflected a hint of teasing. "Rias, I care about him too. And you need to understand that he isn't just yours to claim. We all have feelings for him." she replied.
Asia, her eyes wide with concern, was the first to speak. "Akeno, what did you do with Issei? Did something happen between you two?"
Xenovia, always more direct, crossed her arms and stared at Akeno. "Did you procreate with him?" she asked bluntly with her usual straightforward approach.
Irina looked between Akeno and Rias. "Is this true, Akeno? Did you really do inappropriate things with Issei?" she asked, a bit afraid of saying the wrong thing in case she may become a fallen.
Before Akeno responds in her usual teasing tone, Rias cuts her off, "We won't get any answers from her; we'll go see Issei right this instance", she declared, still angered.
Without another word, Rias turned and stormed out of the Clubhouse, her friends following closely behind. Akeno, still wearing her teasing smile, trailed at the rear, her calm demeanour contrasting sharply with the storm brewing among the group.
X
Issei was chilling in his new Club; this was the first time he sat down and relaxed; the last time he was here was to establish his underground * *.
Issei leaned back on the couch and let out a deep sigh, "I can't imagine what normal teachers go through on a daily basis. They have more patience than myself..." he muttered to himself as he reflected on his first day as a teacher.
His thoughts then shift back to Akeno and the sexual encounter he had with her. Thinking back, Issei felt so irritated that he clenched his fists tightly.
"Damned brat, caused me to snap..." he says through grit teeth. "Now she'll never let me live it down..."
Ddraig, feeling his host's anger, decides to offer his opinion, "Partner, don't think about it too much; you're still a young, healthy man, a specialised devil on top of that. Of course, you'd get urges and give into your desires." he says in a reassuring tone.
Issei lets out a groan, "I guess..."
"Besides, you've been holding down your sexual frustrations for over two years now; why are you surprised that you snapped at the Shrine Maiden's teasing?" Ddraig asks.
Issei then puts his hand over his eyes, "I have an image to uphold, Ddraig; I show a bit of what is considered 'normal sexuality'; everyone will then start assuming I'm a pervert again", he says in a tired tone.
"Out of everyone from the ORC, why is she the only one capable of getting a reaction out of me?" Issei contemplates. "Perhaps it's because she challenges me? Is it because she scratches a certain part in my head, the same part that holds my desire to dominate all challenges in front of me?"
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the clubroom door being knocked on aggressively. Issei immediately straightened up, his eyes widening at the sound.
"Who could that be? Ravel would have just walked in, and if the door was locked, she had a spare key." Issei asks himself in confusion.
The knocks got louder and more aggressive; Issei started thinking the worst, assuming his underground fight club was exposed. He then uses his heightened senses to feel who is outside; he sees the girls of the ORC club, everyone aside from Akeno, feeling anger and agitation.
The knocks then got louder and more consecutive. Issei rolls his eyes and scoffs as he walks down from the second floor to the main entrance and opens the door.
Standing in the doorway, Issei was confronted by the furious and determined faces of the ORC members. Rias stood at the forefront, her eyes filled with anger. Behind her, Asia, Koneko, Xenovia, and Irina looked on with varying degrees of concern and curiosity. Akeno, wearing her usual teasing smile, trailed behind, her eyes meeting Issei's with a hint of mischief.
"What do you people want?" Issei asked, trying to keep his voice nonchalant despite his irritation.
Rias wasted no time. "Issei, what happened between you and Akeno?" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger and hurt.
Although Issei is a bit stunned by Rias's question, his expression remains unfazed as he glances at Akeno and sees a hickey mark on her neck, the same place where Issei bit down. Issei internally scoffed, realising his mistake.
"She came to the counsellor's office to ask for guidance," Issei answered matter-of-factly.
Rias's eyes narrowed, her suspicion growing, "Guidance? Is that what we're calling it now?" she asked.
Still leaning onto the door frame, Issei replied, "What else could it be?" he countered.
Rias's eyes flared with anger. "Don't play dumb with me, Issei. We all know what kind of 'guidance' you were giving Akeno."
Issei continued to play dumb, "I have no idea what you're talking about", he replied dismissively.
Rias's anger reached a boiling point, her eyes glowing with fury. "Issei, don't lie to me. The evidence is right there," she said, pointing at Akeno's neck.
Seeing that this conversation was going nowhere, Issei's eyes travel to Xenovia, remembering he had a task from the system to reforge Ex-Durandal.
"Xenovia, is your Ex-Durandal still broken?" Issei asks, ignoring Rias's fuming state.
Xenovia blinked in surprise at Issei's sudden change of topic. "Yes, it's still in need of repair," she replied, her curiosity piqued by Issei's unexpected question.
Rias was taken aback by Issei trying to change the subject, "Issei, don't try to change the subject," she snapped, her eyes still filled with anger. "We need answers!"
Having enough of Rias's temper tantrum, Issei replied, "Be quiet", in a stern and authoritative tone, glaring at Rias a bit.
The room fell silent, the sheer authority in Issei's voice stunning everyone into a brief moment of silence. Rias's eyes widened, her fury momentarily abated by the forcefulness of Issei's command.
Though still visibly upset, Rias stepped back, her eyes narrowing as she watched Issei. The rest of the ORC members remained quiet, sensing the gravity of the situation.
Issei turned his attention back to Xenovia. "As I was saying, Xenovia, your Ex-Durandal. I would like to fix it for you," he says in the same tone.
The room remained tense, but Xenovia nodded, her eyes reflecting curiosity, "Fix it? The Church offered to do it for me," she said, her voice steady despite the charged atmosphere.
Issei looks at Xenovia with the same expression, "Are you doubting my capabilities?" he asks in a serious tone.
Xenovia blinked, taken aback by Issei's directness. "No, of course not," she replied quickly, her tone sincere. "I just didn't expect you to offer."
Issei nodded, satisfied with her response. "Good. I have my reasons for wanting to handle it myself," he explained, his voice calm but firm. "Besides, I highly doubt the church has this", he says as he opens a pocket dimension and brings out Excalibur Ruler.
Xenovia's eyes widened in surprise and awe as Issei produced Excalibur Ruler from his pocket dimension. The legendary sword's aura radiated power, instantly capturing everyone's attention. Even Rias, still simmering with anger, couldn't help but stare at the blade in astonishment.
"Is that... Excalibur Ruler?" Xenovia asked, her voice filled with a mix of reverence and disbelief. She took a cautious step closer, her eyes never leaving the weapon.
Issei nodded, holding the sword with a steady hand. "Yes, it is," he confirmed. "Arthur Pendragon gave it to me recently, and I've decided to add the other six pieces of Excalibur you have with your Durandal,".
Xenovia's breath caught in her throat as she processed Issei's words. "You're planning to fuse Excalibur Ruler with Durandal and the other Excalibur fragments?" she asked, her voice tinged with awe and excitement.
Issi nodded in confirmation, "Yes, that is the plan", he replied.
Xenovia opens her pocket dimension, taking out Durandal and the other six fragments of Excalibur and placing them before Issei. Issei then opens his pocket dimension and swallows the swords inside.
Issei then glances back at Xenovia, "You'll have it by tomorrow, that's if you come and see me to get it back. If not, I'll keep it; having the amalgamations of two Holy Swords would look good as a trophy piece next to my other weapons, which I might never use," he stated in the same tone.
Xenovia's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed with determination. She took a deep breath and nodded, her gaze fixed on Issei. "I'll be here tomorrow," she said firmly. "Thank you, Issei."
Issei nodded in acknowledgment, his expression still stern. "Good," he said. "Make sure you're on time."
Though still simmering with anger, Rias couldn't ignore the significance of what was happening. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. "Issei," she said, her voice more controlled now, "we still need to talk about what happened with Akeno."
Issei then glanced towards Rias, "Counsellor-client confidentiality", he replied nonchalantly before slamming the door closed and walking away.
Rias's eyes widened in frustration as Issei shut the door, cutting off any chance of further discussion. She gritted her teeth, feeling anger and helplessness wash over her.
Akeno, standing beside Rias, couldn't resist a teasing smile as she saw the frustration evident on her friend's face. "Looks like Issei isn't in the mood to discuss his 'guidance sessions'," she remarked, her tone laced with amusement.
Rias shot Akeno a glare, her frustration mounting. "This isn't funny, Akeno," she snapped, her voice sharp with irritation. "We need to know what happened between you two."
Akeno's smile widened, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Oh, I think we both know what happened," she teased, her tone playful. "But it's more fun watching you squirm."
Rias's jaw clenched, her temper flaring at Akeno's teasing. She took a deep breath, trying to rein in her emotions. "Akeno, this isn't the time for your games," she said, her voice strained.
Koneko, quiet until now, stepped forward, her expression serious. "Rias is right, Akeno," she said her tone firm. "It's not appropriate for Issei to engage in... intimate activities with a student on school grounds, especially now that he's a member of the staff."
Hearing this, Akeno's playful demeanour faltered momentarily but was quickly regained as she was able to think on her feet, "And what makes you think we did it while we were in school? Did you all forget he has his own pocket dimension?" she lied blatantly while keeping her playful tone.
Koneko's eyes narrowed, sensing Akeno's evasiveness. "Regardless of where it happened, it's inappropriate given the circumstances," she replied, her voice tinged with concern and disapproval.
Meanwhile, this was happening; Rias was seething in her mind. First, this Rose girl, and now Akeno. Issei is doing everything with everyone else except for her. Rias's thoughts swirled with frustration and jealousy, a storm of emotions she struggled to contain. She knew Akeno's teasing wasn't helping the situation, but deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal and exclusion.
Without a word, Rias turns around and starts walking back to the ORC clubhouse without saying a word, her crimson hair casting a shadow over her eyes. Seeing her walk away, the others followed her hesitantly; today would be a quiet afternoon in the ORC clubhouse.
X
Issei was now back in his dimension, almost just after 4 pm. This afternoon at his Clubhouse was spent with Ravel counting the money they received from the first day of their fight club. They looked at the names of the participants and decided to create their first tournament bracket.
After this was all done, he returned to his dimension, eager to figure out how this new crafting menu worked. In front of him were all Fragments of Excalibur and Durandal.
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Excalibur: Ruler
Rarity: Epic
Classification: Sword
Stats: 189 Strength, 156 Intelligence, 132 Dexterity, 125 Luck
Ability: One of Seven Fragments of the Original Holy Sword Excalibur. The user can manipulate anything living or organic.
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Excalibur: Destruction
Rarity: Epic
Classification: Sword
Stats: 190 Strength, 131 Intelligence, 122 Dexterity, 179 Luck
Ability: One of Seven Fragments of the Original Holy Sword Excalibur. The user can unleash pure destructive power that can shatter anything it encounters.
--
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Excalibur: Mimic
Rarity: Epic
Classification: Sword
Stats: 137 Strength, 147 Intelligence, 142 Dexterity, 131 Luck
Ability: One of Seven Fragments of the Original Holy Sword Excalibur. The user can manipulate the sword and change it into many forms.
--
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Excalibur: Rapidly
Rarity: Epic
Classification: Sword
Stats: 135 Strength, 186 Agility, 178 Dexterity, 139 Luck
Ability: One of Seven Fragments of the Original Holy Sword Excalibur. The user can enhance their speed, fast enough to create after images.
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Excalibur: Nightmare
Rarity: Epic
Classification: Sword
Stats: 148 Strength, 183 Intelligence, 149 Senses, 134 Luck
Ability: One of Seven Fragments of the Original Holy Sword Excalibur. The user can conjure their imagination, creating life-like illusions and is capable of controlling the dreams of others.
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Excalibur: Transparency
Rarity: Epic
Classification: Sword
Stats: 126 Strength, 122 Intelligence, 135 Dexterity, 145 Luck
Ability: One of Seven Fragments of the Original Holy Sword Excalibur. The sword can make the user invisible.
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Excalibur: Blessing
Rarity: Epic
Classification: Sword
Stats: 129 Strength, 196 Intelligence, 172 Senses, 125 Luck
Ability: One of Seven Fragments of the Original Holy Sword Excalibur. The sword allows the user to enhance the power of Holy Magic and weaken beings of Darkness (such as Devils and Vampires).
--
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Durandal
Rarity: Epic
Classification: Sword
Stats: 187 Strength, 143 Intelligence, 177 Dexterity, 140 Luck
Ability: One of the Legendary Holy Swords. The sword adapts to the user's needs by adjusting its aura.
--
Issei sees the stats of the swords and scoffs, "Xenovia has all this in her hands but just decides to swing Ex-Durandal around without using its other abilities? What a waste of potential", he says, disappointed in Xenovia's single-minded thinking.
Issei examined the swords before him, the powerful artifacts shimmering with latent energy. Each fragment of Excalibur had its own unique ability, and Durandal, being a legendary holy sword, had immense potential that even its current wielder, Xenovia, seemed to underutilise.
Issei glanced at Excalibur Mimic; he remembered Irina used it back when Kokabial stole the other Fragments and wanted to start another Great War in the heart of Kuoh. Something about the sword annoyed Issei greatly.
"Why is it called Mimic? What exactly is it mimicking?" he asked out loud.
Ddraig, observing through Issei's eyes, asserted his opinions, "Perhaps because it can mimic the shape of whatever the wielder desires?" he replied as if it was supposed to be obvious.
Issei scoffed, "Then it should be called Shapeshift, not Mimic. To mimic means to copy; if it was truly Excalibur Mimic, then it should be able to copy the abilities of other weapons. That makes more sense", he concludes.
Ddraig hummed, "You do make a good point, partner", he said. "This is a rare opportunity, partner. Combining these swords will create something truly exceptional."
Issei nodded, "I know, Ddraig. Let's begin."
Issei then opens the systems menu and views the new tabs: Crafting Menu, Fusion Menu, Assimilation Menu, and Shop. The latter is still being locked.
"Crafting, Fusion and Assimilation", Issei thinks, "All three revolve around putting two or more entities together to make one entity. But they are different."
Crafting revolves around gathering materials and combining them into one entity. This entity can be broken down back to its base materials.
Fusion is more or less the same, except it can't be broken down into its base materials. Due to this drawback, entities made from fusion are more potent than ones made from Crafting.
Assimilation is entirely different; one main entity and multiple other entities exist. The other entities are absorbed into the main entity, strengthening it. The perks are unlike fusion, where the merged entity becomes completely new. You have the same entity, but it becomes stronger, although the chances of the entity taking on the unique traits of the absorbed are slim.
Issei had three ways to reforge Ex-Durandal; he contemplated which one he would use. He then remembers Xenovia's use of both her swords.
"Xenovia likes to sometimes detach the Excalibur Fragments from Durandal to give to her comrades, like when she gave two of the Fragments to Rossweisse at the rating match. Clearly, the favoured option is crafting as it allows her to undo the combination and redo it when she pleases," Issei contemplates. "Although, if it were up to me, I'd use Fusion and make Ex-Durandal completely one entity."
Issei then presses the Crafting tab, and instantly, the menu changes and shows a split screen. The left side was a grid, while the other was one big block.
Suddenly, a notification pops up.
[Insert Crafting Material]
Multiple arrows appeared and pointed towards the system window when that happened. Issei raises his eyebrow in curiosity as he picks up Excalibur Blessing and pushes into the system; as the blade enters, the system window becomes a water-like effect, swallowing the sword. As he did that, one of the grids displayed Excalibur Blessing.
Issei nodded his head in intrigue, "Interesting", he comments.
He grabbed each sword and placed it into the system; after the second sword, the big red crafting button lit up, signifying he could start the crafting process. Issei finally finished placing all the swords in, and the product sword's name became Ex-Durandal.
Issei moved his hand towards the craft button, his finger hovering over the button, not being able to predict what would happen next. Taking a deep breath, he finally pressed the crafting button.
Instantly, black and red sparks flew off the borders of the system window, illuminating the entire room in a blood-red colour. The sound of sparks also resonated in the room, almost like lightning twirled and danced around one another. And suddenly, it stopped; everything went silent.
[Crafting Complete]
Suddenly, a sword handle was being pushed out of the system menu; instantly, Issei gripped the handle and pulled it out. As he did, blue lightning and golden light flew off the blade as he pulled out inch by inch. And finally, he pulled out the newly forged Ex-Durandal.
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Ex-Durandal
Rarity: Legendary
Classification: Sword
Stats: 250 Strength, 220 Intelligence, 210 Dexterity, 200 Luck
Abilities: The combination of the Original Excalibur and Durandal, the strongest Holy Sword in Existence. These are the abilities;
-Manipulation: The user can manipulate anything living or organic.
-Destruction: The user can unleash pure destructive power.
-Mimicry: The user can change the sword into many forms.
-Speed: The user can enhance their speed to create afterimages.
-Nightmare: The user can create life-like illusions and control dreams.
-Invisibility: The user can become invisible.
-Blessing: The sword enhances holy magic and weakens beings of Darkness.
-Aura Adaptation: The sword adapts to the user's needs by adjusting its aura.
--
Issei gazed at the newly forged Ex-Durandal, its blade shimmering with a radiant mix of blue lightning and golden light. The sword felt powerful in his grip, its aura pulsating with the combined might of Excalibur and Durandal. He marvelled at the craftsmanship, noting how seamlessly the different abilities integrated into one formidable weapon.
Issei chuckled slightly, "Such a powerful sword; I'm almost tempted to keep it for myself," he said.
[Task Complete]
[Claim your Rewards]
[30 S.P. and 60 A.P.]
[Shop has been Unlocked]
[Crafting Menu has been Unlocked]
[Fusion Menu has been Unlocked]
[Assimilation has been Unlocked]
Issei smirked, "Well, here's what I wanted", satisfied that he had unlocked more of the system.
Issei presses the Store Tab and opens the Store Window; instantly, his eyes widen. The entire shop was filled with various weapons, armour, items, grimoires and whatnot. But he does notice that there is a currency underneath each option, most likely the prices.
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Dragon Knight Armour
Rarity: Legendary
Classification: Armor Set
Stats: 300 Vitality, 250 Strength, 220 Agility
Ability: The armour provides exceptional protection and enhances the wearer's speed and strength. It also has an innate ability to repair itself over time.
Cost: 3 million credits
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Elixir of Life
Rarity: Epic
Effect: Instantly restores 100% health and mana. The consumer has to wait 24 hours before consuming another; otherwise, the consumer's body will suffer lethal injuries.
Cost: 500,000 credits each
--
"Obviously, there would be a cost, but where does the currency come from?" he asked out loud.
As if reacting to Issei's question, the system's A.I. answered.
[Throughout your time with the System, you have been unknowingly collecting Currency from completing Tasks. This Currency was locked away until you unlocked the Shop Menu. From now on, you will be rewarded Currency when you complete Tasks]
Hearing the answer, Issei nodded, "I see; if I've been earning since I got the system, there must been. I must've had two years' worth of currency. How much do I have?" he asked.
The system started loading for a bit before answering with a notification.
[877 million credits]
Issei's eyes widened at the amount of Currency; the items within the System Shop were between 2 thousand and 3 million in terms of cost.
"And I can only use this credit in this System Store, right?" Issei asked for confirmation.
[No, you can use this Currency in the other world as well]
Once again, Issei was shocked, "Surely, the currency conversion would make it like 9 million yen," he says out loud, thinking that through currency conversion, the amount would be much lower than what it seems to be.
[Currency is been converted to Yen]
[Balance = 80 Billion Yen]
Issei's mind raced as he processed the revelation. Thanks to the system's currency conversion, he had an astronomical amount of money at his disposal. The possibilities seemed endless, and he couldn't help but smirk at the sheer potential this newfound wealth provided.
"Now, now Issei, just because an unexplainable system, which only I can see, tells me I'm one of richest men in Japan, doesn't mean it by be true..." he says to himself, trying to reason logically.
As if reacting to Issei's words, a card was dropped from the system window. Issei caught the card and saw it was made of black metal and seemed to be a bank card.
"It wouldn't hurt to check, right?" he says to himself looking at the card.
X
Issei walked through the streets of Kuoh, wanting to test if this card really worked or not. He sees a convenience store and decides to walk in and shop there in case the card is a dud; that way, he can pay for his items with physical cash if the payment fails.
He grabs a bottle of water, something cheap and easily payable. He then walks to the counter and gives it to the cashier, preparing to pay.
Issei took out the card and placed it over the card reader.
"Please work, please work, please work", he mutters internally as he feels sweat form in his lower back.
The card reader beeps and accepts the payment; instantly, Issei lets out a breath, which he didn't know he held. He then walks out of the store, still staring at the card.
"I'll be damned, it actually works; I guess I do have 80 Billion Yen at my disposal. The logical and rational side of me tells me to save it for a rainy day... but I am a devil; who am I to resist my desires?" he smirks internally.
Issei then looks to the side and sees the shopping district, specifically the high-end aisle. Seeing the Chanel store, Issei remembers that Rossweisse is still upset with him because he didn't listen to her and didn't come to his court case.
"I guess I'll gift her something as an apology gift," he says to himself as he walks to the Chanel Store.
--
Issei walked into the Chanel store and saw many expensive wears; he moved through different sections and started browsing.
"What would Rossweisse like?" he asks himself until he sees a black handbag.
He moves over to the Handbag and reads the tag. "CHANEL Timeless Jumbo Classic Flap shoulder bag"
"It's over 2.2 Million Yen", he mutters. "It seems to be the most expensive one available; I'll take it."
He grabs the Handbag and walks past the makeup aisle, eyeing it briefly.
"Should I get her makeup as well? Or will that come off as insensitive and give her the message that she needs to wear makeup to be pretty?" he asks himself, not sure what to do.
Ddraig was watching his host contemplate such trivial things. "This is the same brat who knows the ins and outs of quantum physics?" he thought.
Ddraig's deep, booming voice echoed in Issei's mind, filled with amusement. "So, this is the great Black Dragon Emperor reduced to pondering makeup and handbags. The same fearsome warrior who killed a God a few days ago? Now contemplating gifts? Truly a force to be reckoned with." he ended sarcastically.
Issei rolled his eyes, mentally addressing his companion. "Oh, shut up, Ddraig. This is a lot harder than I thought. Besides, you're a dragon; what do you know about gifts?"
Ddraig's laughter reverberated through Issei's thoughts. "Fair point, partner. But still, seeing you like this is quite entertaining. You might as well go all out if you're trying to apologise. Get her the handbag and wrap yourself up for her. Women appreciate thoughtful gestures, even if they're a bit misguided."
Issei raised an eyebrow, "Misguided? I'm guessing you're not referring to Rossweisse?" he asked.
Ddraig lets out a gust of air through his nose, "Perhaps..." he answers, referring to a certain jealous redhead.
Issei rolls his eyes and decides to get Rossweisse something else, perhaps a new phone since she used an old button phone. He walks over to the cashier, uses his black card to pay for his purchases and leaves.
Once outside, he walks through the streets of Kuoh, contemplating when he'd give Rossweisse the handbag.
"If I arrived at the Hyoudou Residence and gave it to her, it would expose her as Rose to others. I guess I'll give it to her tomorrow in the staff room," he says as he turns the corner to an empty alleyway.
[Ability Used: Rift]
Issei opens a rift in his dimension and leaves the current world back to his own.
