Good lord it's been ages since i put finger to keyboard. For those of you wondering how i've been doing, i'm about 50/50.

On the one hand, i finally started a new job and between the work and people i'm slowly getting over my depression that's had me in a funk for 6 years now.

On the other hand, I'm working again which means i have less time for writing than before, so this is likely the only chance i can get to post this.

For those of you asking about my other stories: Some of them are on hiatus, Some are just dead & Some are being reworked. Which are which i leave to you but if you're interested in continuing one, please just send me a PM to let me know so people don't start spamming me with 'some guy stole your fic' reviews.

So yeah, this one happened as a bit of a brain fart while I was sick with that diease you can't mention on Youtube, so I figured I'd post the first chapter here to see how it garners a response.

Special thanks to Nimthewriter for helping me through a rough patch. This one's for you buddy.

Prologue

To say that Hyōdō Issei was a pervert would be an understatement. Indeed, were one curious enough to look up the definition of the word 'pervert' in the official Japanese Dictionary, the only reason they wouldn't find a picture of him leering back at them is due to Japan's strict laws regarding obscene imagery.

Well, that and the fact that, proclivities aside, Issei simply didn't look like a stereotypical pervert. Truth be told, if one were to bump into him on the street, they would be hard-pressed to believe such a friendly young man could possibly consider himself a peer of the kind of social pariahs the term usually described.

Of course, all sense of disbelief would be immediately suspended the moment the fool opened his mouth, for it didn't matter where he was, be it in a public place or the privacy of his own room, nothing would stop Hyōdō Issei from singing the praises of Oppai and his undying love for them for all to hear.

Now, to be fair, there was nothing wrong with having a, shall we say, healthy appreciation for the female body. He was, after all, a red-blooded heterosexual teenage boy experiencing the springtime of his youth, that wondrous period where he starts growing hair in awkward places as his hormones rage out of control.

Hell, given the recent decline in birth-rates, having someone so openly obsessed with sex may have been considered a godsend, or at the very least led to his neighbours giving him so slack, as who among them could deny their own fascination with the opposite sex when they were his age?

Sadly, however, Issei's case was not what you would call 'normal', for you see, his obsession with breasts, and the female form in general, was not the result of his taking his first, awkward steps into puberty, but rather had began a decade prior, back when he was supposed to be an innocent little elementary schooler.

The impetus for this obsession, as it turned out, was seemingly planted by the boy's late paternal Grandfather, Hyōdō Juzo, an otherwise harmless, open-minded and easy-going man infamous among the locals for his stockpile of rare porno mags and 'wandering hands'.

Indeed it would not be too far-fetched to claim that Issei considered his grandfather to be his role-model, having not only inherited most of the man's mannerisms, much to the dismay of his long-suffering parents, but also Juzo's dream of obtaining a Harem someday.

Indeed, so dedicated was young Issei to obtaining this dream, that he vowed to not only obtain a Harem, but to make it the greatest Harem that had ever existed, so great that his name would forever go down in history as the one true Harem King!

Needless to say, this did little to endear our aspiring Monarch of Mammaries to the rest of his community, many of whom endeavoured to keep their daughters as far away from the young man as possible whilst looking the other way whenever he'd be ganged up on by his peers for perving on their sisters.

With this in mind, you would think that Issei's long-suffering parents would have stepped in at some point to take their son in hand, especially considering all the trouble they went through just to be able to conceive a child in the first place.

Sadly, as was often the case, those very complications led them to spoil their only son during his early years, to the point that by the time they realised the full extent of Juzo's influence over his grandson, the old man had already passed on so they couldn't even punish him for corrupting their baby boy.

To make matters worse, any attempt to shame their son back onto the straight and narrow would prove to be in vain, for Juzo had taught his grandson well. After all, they could hardly claim his perversion would prevent him from marrying a nice girl when faced with his knowledge of their own 'Youthful Indiscretions'.

And so the pair simply resigned themselves to a life without Grandchildren, allowing their son to live his life as he pleased, provided he at least tried to act like an otherwise law-abiding citizen when in public instead of the Oppai obsessed degenerate he truly was.

A stipulation that, it might surprise many to learn, Issei had no problem adhering to. Make no mistake, the boy was, without question, an unrepentant pervert who lacked any sort of filter when it came to breasts in particular, to the point most women, regardless of age, tended to avoid him like the plague where possible.

But despite all this, whenever the boy would deign to drag his attention away from admiring the hills and valleys of the female form to acknowledge the rest of the world around him, he revealed himself to be a well-intentioned if somewhat dim-witted young man who would happily give you the shirt off his back.

Sadly, few people, if any, would ever learn of these traits, partially because his reputation had already poisoned most of the community's view of him, and partially because of the unfortunate company he was forced to keep due to most other parents keeping their children away from him.

At first glance, Motohama & Matsuda would certainly come off as polar opposites, the former being a stereotypical 'nerd', down to his iconic glasses, whereas the latter had been a rising star of the various sports clubs back in Junior high.

However, in the truest sense of opposites attracting, the duo had graduated towards one another once puberty hit them like a freight train, Matsuda casting aside any future he might have had as a sportsman to enlist in the photo-club whereas Motohama used his natural genius for...'research purposes'.

Unsurprisingly, being a known contemporary of such charming individuals as the 'Sexual Harassment Paparazzi' and the 'Three Sizes Scouter' did little to improve Issei's chances of ever acquiring a Girlfriend, and that wasn't even factoring in their deliberate attempts to sabotage his attempts out of jealousy.

You would think that after their first betrayal that Issei would have cast aside his so-called friends, if only for the sake of his dream. Sadly, despite his numerous faults, if there was one trait that Hyōdō Issei embodied that was worthy of praise, it would have to be his sense of loyalty.

After all, they had been the only ones to reach out to him following the loss of his childhood friend, the only ones who not only accepted him for who he was, but openly supported his love of Oppai and his dream of becoming a Harem King...provided he didn't acquire a girlfriend before they did.

And so, despite their tarnished presence forever ensuring that he would likely remain maiden-less, Hyōdō Issei persevered, determined to become the Harem King, or at the very least touch a woman's breasts that weren't his mother's before he died, through sheer stubbornness and willpower.

And the first step towards his dream was passing the entrance exam for the prestigious Kuoh Academy, a veritable Garden of Eden among Private Schools that had long since served as a bastion for the fairer sex, only to recently open its doors to the wolves, so to speak, by deciding to go Co-Ed the year before.

Needless to say, given the sheer quality of females on parade, Issei and his partners in perversion were not the only males desperate to obtain permission to enter those hallowed halls. However, even if the standards for entry had been dropped considerably to facilitate male entrants, it was still hard going.

Fortunately, thanks in part to Motohama's tutelage & his own single-minded obsession, Issei had indeed managed to make the cut, the three of them enrolling as freshmen in the high-school division, Issei fully prepared to make this the first step on his path to Harem King.

2018 - Kuoh Academy, Sports Field...

"Man...I wanna squeeze some tits..." Issei sighed, the brunet gazing languidly up at the clouds above, which stubbornly refused to shape themselves into the objects of his desires out of spite.

"Issei my man, I am in one-hundred percent agreement with you." Matsuda proclaimed, the former jock punching the air from his position beside the brunet in a show of solidarity.

"Don't get your hopes up." Motohama sighed, his expression completely downcast as he adjusted his trademark spectacles "You both should know by now that it's pointless after all."

Issei grunted, the self-proclaimed Harem King pushing himself off the hill they were lying on to gaze down at what should have been his kingdom, namely the grounds of Kuoh Academy Private School, with all his future bountiful subjects going about their daily routines.

"Hey, Matsuda, Motohama." he called out, briefly allowing his gaze to wash over the expansive courtyard, where several of their peers were going about their daily routines "Do you guys even remember why we enrolled here?"

"Is that a rhetorical question, Hyōdō Issei-kun?" Motohama scoffed as he and Matsuda joined their partner in perversion in a sitting position "Even the laymen are aware that Kuoh Private Academy turned Coed last year, meaning the school currently suffers from an overwhelming Girl to boy ratio."

"Poon as far as the eye can see!" Matsuda summarised succinctly, "And considering how guys like us are such a precious commodity, we figured all those foreign babes would be lining up to ride our jocks! We'd be drowning in that stank without having to lift a finger!"

"In short!" Issei proclaimed, clenching his fist as he leapt to his feet like something out of super sentai, only to completely ruin the effect by grinning like a loon whilst letting out a perverse cackle "we were finally going to get a Harem!"

"Ya got that right!" Matsuda yelled, the former jock striking a pose next to his comrade whilst Matsuda elected to merely strike a 'cool' pose whilst adjusting his glasses "A successful life of Hot, Unprotected Sex with beautiful women awaited us!"

"...Or so we thought..." Issei sighed, the trio's earlier confidence evaporating like spring mist as they watched the bloomer-clad Track Team jog past them, not even flinching in the face of the disgusted glares sent their way "Except it's already spring in our Second Year and neither of us has even gotten a girlfriend."

"Stop talking about it...You'll make me go hollow." Motohama sighed, the bespectacled nerd slumping in depression at the reminder of their maiden-less status "What's the point of even dreaming at this point? It'll never happen."

"No, we can't give up now!" Issei countered, clenching his fist in determination "My Grandpa always used to say that the moment you gave up is the moment you truly lost! So long as there's still a chance, it's never too late for us-!"

At that moment, as if to deliberately spite the teen for daring to dream, the air was suddenly filled with the elated cries of numerous females, the trio looking up just in time to espy several of them rushing towards a tall blonde teen clad in a male school uniform.

"Kiba-kun!" they called out, pausing the teen in his tracks, the trio grimacing as the light seemed to shine off his handsome features like something out of a Shoujo Anime "What are you doing after school? If you're free, why don't you join us for Karaoke?"

"I'm really sorry, but I have Club Activities right now." The blonde, Kiba, apologised, offering the girls a kind smile that only seemed to intensify the sparkles hovering around his face as he took his leave. "Thank you for the invitation though, maybe next time I'll be free to tag along."

"And the Prince of Kuoh strikes again." Motohama groused, readjusting his glasses to glare at the retreating form of the blonde "As expected of Class 2-C's Kiba Yuto, pretty much every girl in the school wants to sex him up."

"And every guy in the school wants to MESS him up!" Matsuda growled, clenching his fist as he voiced the shared resentment felt by the rest of the male student body towards the blonde Idol "Seriously, what the hell does that twink have that we don't? I could've snapped him like a twig back in Junior High!"

"That damned handsome!" Issei growled, clenching his teeth in frustration "Where the hell does he get off being so popular just because he's hot, smart AND good natured?! Seriously, he's like the main villain in that Eroge we bought last week!"

"You mean the one that kicked our asses even with the guide?" Motohama reminded him, the trio slumping in defeat at the reminder at being soundly defeated in both the real world and the 2D-World "Face it, he sucks so much less than we do...just thinking about it is making me feel hollow."

"Well I know something that'll fill that void in your hearts!" Matsuda declared, the Sexual Harassment Paparazzi picking up his bag before gesturing for his comrades to join him "Come with me comrades, for I shall lead you to the promised land!"

Several Minutes later...

The promised land, as it turned out, was the back of the Kendo-Club's changing room, more accurately a small peep-hole that allowed any aspiring deviants to gaze into the hallowed grounds of what was arguably the most dangerous group of females to spy on next to the Girl's Field Hockey Team.

Make no mistake, the Hockey Team were arguably the more dangerous group to cross, but what the Kendo Club lacked in raw power and savagery, they more than made up for in their single-minded dedication to dishing out punishment to the percentage of the student body possessed of a Y-Chromosome.

It should therefore come as no surprise to anyone with a functioning brain cell that the club members considered the aptly named 'Perverted Trio' to be their mortal enemies, going out of their way to patrol the school even outside club hours in order to ensure they weren't up to their 'degenerate ways'.

With all that said and done, the very idea that such a critical breach in their defences had gone unnoticed for so long was nothing short of a miracle, especially given how unusually efficient the current Kendo-Captain, the cool Osakan beauty Nonaka Yuki, was at tracking them down no matter how well they hid.

Motohama hypothesized that the hole was a relic from before the Academy had gone Co-Ed last year, meaning that even if the Senior members of the Kendo Club, all of whom had graduated that year, had been aware of it, they wouldn't have deemed it a threat worth reporting.

Sadly, as much as Issei would have loved to partake of this watering hole in the desert that was his 17-year dry spell, Matsuda and Motohama, as was often the case, had proceeded to hog the damn thing to themselves, which led to Issei unintentionally revealing them to the girls inside when he tried to get a turn.

This had, summarily, lead to Issei being beaten to a pulp by the enraged members of the Kendo-Club, his comrades having ditched him to save their own hides, something he'd have normally been more than willing to take on the chin if he'd at least been allowed to catch a glimpse of nip.

As it were, not even the sight of Rias Gremory, the undisputed hottest piece of ass in school, had done much to sooth his weary soul and battered body, the downcast teen opting to forgo his usual after-school trip to the arcade to lounge around a bridge overlooking the main road.

"Man...being a teenager's the worst." Issei sighed, leaning on the guardrail, his head supported in one hand while the other dangled aimlessly "My High School debut was supposed to be a fresh start, but at this rate jerking off to porn is the closest I'll ever get to seeing a proper pair of tits...just like in Junior High."

He slumped in defeat, recalling those sad, dreary years where he and his buddies would cluster around Matsuda's TV to watch whatever new porno he'd managed to acquire through his 'connections', all the while vowing that they would move on to the real thing once they made it into High-school.

As it stood, however, it seemed increasingly likely that they were destined to remain maiden-less even if the school didn't throw them out before they made it to the College Division, because even if they were considered 'precious commodities', the school still favoured the female students over the males.

"At this rate I'll be a virgin until I go to college..." Issei groaned, shivering at the idea of having to go that long without getting any. "And if I graduate without even laying a hand on a set of boobs I might as well give up and die alone because I'll be a wizard by that point."

"Excuse me." a shy voice called out, drawing the self-proclaimed Tsar of Tits out of his morbid thoughts to blink owlishly at the speaker, a dark-haired beauty with a slender body that nonetheless triggered something primal within despite her conservative uniform "Are you Hyōdō Issei from Kuoh Academy?"

"Uh, yeah, that's me." Issei confessed, shamelessly letting his eyes roam over the girl's figure (and what a figure it was!), trying and failing to place her school uniform only to give up and focus on her face, which was looking oddly flustered "Can I help you with something?"

"I...wanted to ask you a quick question." the girl confessed, holding down her skirt awkwardly to prevent a gust of wind from flashing her panties for all to see, her cheeks lighting up in embarrassment "That is...are you currently seeing anyone at the moment, Hyōdō-kun?"

'Is...is this really happening?!' Issei exclaimed, his heart racing a mile a minute even as he awkwardly confirmed his maiden-less status, his eyes widening as the girl seemed to brighten up at the revelation 'H-Holy shit! I think it's actually happening-!'

"If..if that's the case..." the girl stammered, gripping the handle of her school bag whilst staring at the ground, seemingly unaware of how the action only served to accentuate her bust "Would you mind going out with me?"

Sunday, April 22nd - Kuoh Shopping District.

"She's running a bit late..." Issei mused, the brunette fidgeting in place as he readjusted his clothes, having never had the chance to wear this outfit before due to it remaining in storage from the day he'd bought it in anticipation for his first ever date "I hope she doesn't have trouble finding the place..."

A part of him couldn't help but wonder if this was all just a cruel dream. Had he finally jerked himself into a coma due to the blood rushing to his other head? Or had one of his buddies slipped him a roofie again and he was about to wake up with his ass sore on the school rooftop in a puddle of shame?

Nope, it seemed for once in his life he wasn't hallucinating, as no matter how hard he pinched himself, he remained where he was, finally breaking in his 'date outfit' as he waited beneath the clock tower for his girlfriend to arrive.

At first he hadn't believed it, and in all honesty if it had happened to anyone else, he'd have accused them of ripping off the scene from some cheesy Visual Novel, but no, Yuma had been waiting for him outside his house the next day, ready to walk him to school like a true girlfriend.

Amano Yuma. That was the name of the vision of loveliness that had approached Issei while he was wallowing in despair, who had reached out to him in his darkest hour and restored his faith in humanity by choosing him to be her boyfriend instead of some damned handsome like Kiba.

'If this really is a dream, then God, please let it last forever.' Issei prayed, closing his eyes with a sigh of satisfaction as he recalled the looks of frustrated betrayal on Matsuda and Motohama's faces when he'd introduced her to them as she walked him to the school gates 'Yuma-chan is truly an angel...'

"Please take a flyer!" a cheerful voice called out, Issei instinctively grabbing the proffered piece of paper, blinking at it in confusion before looking up at the source, a pretty brunette in some sort of sexy Halloween costume who merely smiled at him before walking off.

'Never seen her around before...' he mused, shamelessly watching her shapely ass wiggle as she made her way towards her next target, glancing down at the flyer she offered him only to scoff 'My wish will come true, huh? Sounds like a scam if I ever heard one.'

"Issei-kun!" a familiar voice called out, the brunette smiling as he looked up to see Yuma-chan rushing towards him, clad in a cute outfit that did little to suppress the primal feelings he'd been holding in from the moment he laid eyes on her "I hope I didn't keep you waiting!"

"Not at all!" Issei assured her, weeping internally at the chance to finally use those cool one liners he used to practice in front of the mirror as he stuffed the flyer into his pocket "I only just got here myself!" he lied, having in actuality arrived three hours earlier out of sheer nervousness.

Fortunately, Yuma seemed to believe his lie, quickly taking him by the hand and leading him through the crowds, completely unaware of the tears of joy flowing down his cheeks as she unwittingly granted one of his childhood fantasies of holding hands with a girl that wasn't his mother.

From there, the date went pretty much as Issei had planned, the pair walking from shop to shop with Issei insisting on paying for everything, having dipped into his porno savings in order to treat her, purchasing a cute bracelet for her before treating her to lunch at a family restaurant.

'Mum, thanks for giving birth to me.' Issei sighed, looking on in satisfaction as his girlfriend munched down on a chocolate parfait without a care in the world 'Dad, I know you were worried about not having grandchildren to spoil, but I don't think that's going to be a problem any more.'

A sudden commotion near the restroom snapped the lovestruck teen out of his daydream, looking up just in time to see a familiar face flagging down a waiter whilst standing next to the restroom door.

'Is that...Kazama-kun?' Issei wondered, blinking in surprise at the sight of his enigmatic classmate, who much like Kiba had garnered quite a reputation at the Academy since enrolling last year thanks to his appearance, though sadly for decidedly less-flattering reasons.

For one thing, the teen was rarely seen without his iconic purple hoodie even during the summer, having apparently received special dispensation from the School due to his condition as an albino, which was eye-catching enough in and of itself without the crazy amount of health issues that came with it.

As such, the poor guy usually spent most of his time hanging out in the library during his free-time and sports class, from which he was excused, always heading straight home after-school since there really was no point in him joining a club due to his condition.

And finally, there was the fact the guy apparently only had one eye, a defect he covered with a medical eyepatch that was supposedly caused by complications at birth from what Matsuda was able to dig up using his Journalist Club Connections.

Now with the obvious exception of his eye and albinism, Issei honestly couldn't verify how much of the scuttlebutt was true, but regardless of the truth it hadn't stopped their peers, in that trademark cruelty of teenagers, from labelling the poor guy with the rather unflattering moniker of 'The Ghost of Kuoh'.

'He really does only have one eye...' Issei noted at the sight of the pale teen's sole amber orb as he flagged down a member of staff, only to flinch as the teen suddenly whipped his head round to look right at him, the sudden intensity of the Albino's stare causing the brunet to break out in a cold sweat.

Then someone passed between them and the feeling was gone, Issei blinking in surprise as the hawk-like gaze from earlier was replaced with a look of amusement, the corner of the Albino's lip curling in an enigmatic smile as he flashed Issei a thumb's up before walking off.

'Was he...congratulating me?'

"Issei-kun?" Yuma's called out, her sweet voice snapping Issei's attention back to His Girlfriend (Dear God did it feel good to say that!) as she leant across the table to palm his cheek in a way that caused her breasts to bounce enticingly "You went all quiet all of a sudden, is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Yuma-chan." Issei assured His Girlfriend (Seriously, it should be illegal to feel this good outside of sex!), the aspiring Harem King basking in the warmth of her beauty as he sat back in his seat with a satisfied smile, feeling truly alive for the first time in his life "Everything's just perfect."

Kuoh Park, Later that evening.

'Why the hell did Lord Azazel assign me to watch this idiot?' she sighed internally, resisting the urge to scowl in disgust as the perverted little worm dared to take her hand in his without her permission. 'Seriously, even Mittelt could've had this horn-dog eating out of her palm.'

Make no mistake, Raynare was no stranger to using her feminine wiles to accomplish her assignments, hell in certain cases she'd even go all the way if the target tickled her fancy or she just really needed a good lay, but even a Fallen had to have standards, and Hyōdō Issei didn't even come close.

'If it wasn't for the fact he had a Sacred Gear I wouldn't have even acknowledged his existence.' she scoffed, glaring at the teen from beneath her bangs as he practically creamed his pants simply by being permitted to hold her hand, without any active charm on her part 'And I doubt it's even a valuable one either'.

Now to be fair, it wasn't as if the Sacred Gears were particularly picky about who they incarnated in ever since the Great War, which was precisely why it was so important that they keep track of everyone suspected of having one.

But even those 'blessed' with the lowest ranked Sacred Gears, mass-produced models intended to simply bolster the ranks of Heaven's Forces, possessed more of a presence than this idiot, to the point that Raynare doubted it would even take a single pawn for some Devil to add him to their peerage.

'Not that any self-respecting Devil would paste a precious Evil Piece on this idiot' she scoffed as she stepped towards the fountain, resisting the urge to wipe her hand on her clothes as she slipped out of his grip, putting on a fake smile as she turned to face him head on 'Time to end this.'

"I had a lot of fun today." she confessed, honestly surprised at how truthful that statement was as she turned to face the idiot "Hey, Issei-kun." she called out while smiling enticingly "I was wondering if you could do me a favour, to commemorate our first date?"

"Huh? Oh, Sure thing, Yuma-Chan!" he stammered, a puff of steam erupting from his nostrils as he pumped his fist in the air before thumping his chest in a pathetic show of machismo "You can ask me anything at all."

"Is that so?" Raynare giggled, slowly stepping towards him with her hands clasped behind her back, leaning forward to smile cutely at him "In that case, could you please die for me?"

'And there it is.' she snickered, looking on with cruel amusement as the feckless idiot's brain tried to process her words, no doubt trying to rationalize it as him having misheard her due to his nervousness, a delusion that Raynare was all-too-happy to deprive him of.

"Could you please die for me?" she repeated as she flared her wings, smiling cruelly down at the dumbstruck fool as she cast aside the persona of Amano Yuma to once again grace the world with her true form as the Fallen Angel, Raynare of the Grigori.

"I have to admit, I had a good time playing house with you today." she begrudgingly confessed, as she gazed down at the trembling pervert from on high whilst admiring the bracelet he bought her "As naïve and childish as you are, things could've been so much worse."

"Yuma-chan-?" Issei stammered, his look of abject confusion sending a surge of pleasure through Raynare's body that only increased, along with his terror, as she held out her hand to summon a Spear of Light, the little perv's eyes widening in horror as he tried to back-pedal "W-Wait, I-!"

"Please Die." Raynare scoffed as she let the spear fly, smiling cruelly as it pierced through Issei's midriff and out the other side, the shocked teen gazing down at the weapon in disbelief, reaching down to grip it with numbing fingers as Raynare took a seat on the fountain to watch him die.

"Sorry, Issei-kun." she mocked, smiling coyly at the boy as he fell to his knees, looking on in satisfaction as blood sprayed from his wounds the moment he casually dismissed her spear "The fact is, you were simply too great a threat to us, so I had no choice but to eliminate you."

Yet another lie to add to the long list she'd accrued over the course of her life ever since she was cast down from Heaven. After all, it didn't matter what kind of Sacred Gear he possessed, there was no way in hell this brat could have ever posed a threat to the Grigori, never mind Raynare herself.

"If you're looking for someone to blame," she called out, deciding to twist the knife a little as she took to the air to ensure the last thing the boy saw as he bled out would be her magnificent form highlighted against the evening sky "Then blame God for placing that Sacred Gear in your body."

"So he really does have a Sacred Gear." an intrigued voice noted, Raynare's eyes widening a she whipped around in mid-air just in time to see a figure clad in a purple hoodie step out from the woods surrounding the fountain, hands in his pockets "Thanks for confirming that, makes my job a lot easier."

"Who the hell are you?" Raynare snarled, summoning another spear of light as she flared her wings behind her, not willing to take any chances considering how easily this newcomer had managed to sneak up on her, despite her wards still being in place to keep the area clear "Where the hell did you come from?!"

"I'd make a sex joke, but being older n' dirt you've probably heard 'em all." The interloper quipped as stepped into the light, allowing Raynare to catch a glimpse of the cocky smirk set in a pale face beneath the hood "Seriously though, if you were going to strip down anyway you could've at least jerked him off before you killed him."

"Bastard!" Raynare snarled, rearing back to hurl her spear, only to cry out in alarm as something slammed into her at the point where her left wing connected to her back, the impact knocking the wind out of her and sending her tumbling out of the air to crash into the fountain.

'What-?!' she exclaimed breathlessly, the sheer force of the impact having driven the breath from her lungs, causing her to unwittingly inhale a lungful of dirty fountain water the moment she landed, the stricken fallen flaring her wings to take to the skies, only to scream as a wave of agony surged down her spine.

'Shit! Did that bastard injure my wing?!' she swore as she emerged from the water, a coughing, disoriented mess, slumping against the rim of the fountain to brace herself only to freeze, her blood running cold as she caught sight of her reflection 'It can't be-!'

"My wing..." Raynare choked, the fallen slowly turning her head to glance over her shoulder, refusing to accept the image reflected in the water, only to pale at the sight of the bloody, tattered stump that was all that remained of her left wing "My Wing-!"

"Amazing what an Anti-Material rifle can do in the right hands." the hooded teen mused, Raynare looking up to find him standing over her with a shit eating-grin, the rest of his features hidden beneath the shadow of his hoodie "A bit overkill for hunting crow, but unlike you, I don't like to leave things half-done."

"You piece of-!" Raynare snarled, rearing her arm back to slash the cocky smirk off the teen's face with her bare hands, only to shriek as a second gunshot slammed into her right shoulder, sending her toppling ass-over-tits out of the fountain to sprawl in the dirt "F-Fuck-!"

"Tempting offer, and any other day, I might have considered it." The cocky little shit confessed, Raynare biting back a curse as she reached up to grip her shoulder, only for her eyes to widen in horror when she discovered that her entire right arm was missing. "Sadly, I'm not interested in Hyōdō's sloppy seconds."

"Bastard-!" Raynare hissed only to be cut off as a gloved hand grabbed her by the back of the head and proceeded to repeatedly slam her face into the dirt, the once proud fallen unable to even put up a token of resistance due to the agony of her wounds and her assailant's sheer ferocity.

"That's enough, Amane." the hooded teen commanded after what felt like an eternity, allowing Raynare to take a long shuddering breath of relief as her assailant froze mid-pounding "She's no good to us dead. Just cut her other limbs off and bag her up."

"W-Wait!" Raynare managed to choke out desperately as she felt her assailant grasp her remaining wing by the roots, the once proud fallen reduced to a bloody, broken mess as she desperately tried to find a way out of this mess "L-Let's make a deal!"

"Silence, Crow!" her assailant snarled, Raynare bracing herself as she felt the grip on her head tighten, fully expecting her face to be reintroduced to the pavement, only to breath a sigh of relief when the pale teen sternly called out 'Amane' in a reprimanding tone.

"Understood, Kotaro-sama." the woman, Amane, acknowledged before promptly dragging Raynare's head up by her hair to whisper in her ear "On your knees, Filthy Crow." she commanded, not quite spitting the insult "Try anything, and you will be dead before your blood hits the ground."

Raynare nodded silently, whimpering as Amane grabbed her by her missing wing and proceeded to drag her up into a kneeling position in front of the hooded teen, who had taken her seat at the fountain, hands still in his pockets "What...do you want?" she gasped after taking a moment to gather her wits.

"A lot of things, actually." the teen confessed with a shrug "Top of the list would definitely be to kill my old man, but I can handle that easily enough on my own, so I don't really see what you can offer me aside from information, and you don't need your limbs for that."

"I-I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" Raynare pleaded, bowing her head desperately, as much as she could with Amane holding her in place, the damned woman's grip like a vice on her bleeding stump "You can even use my body! Anything you ask! Just please, spare me!"

"Anything, huh?" the teen repeated, and for a brief moment Raynare allowed herself to hope that she might get out of this alive at the sound of the intrigue in his tone as he took his time to look her over "Alright, then, tell you what...I'll let you live...if you suck me off right now."

"Kotaro-sama..." Amane sighed, her exasperation confirming to the stunned Raynare that yes, the brat did indeed possess the cast-iron cojones to demand such a thing, though her disbelief was soon to be replaced with indignation "You can do better than this dusty old Crow."

"No need to be jealous, Amane." the cocky bastard assured the gorilla woman, Raynare's indignation at her captor's words replaced with a wave of apprehension as she caught sight of his glowing red eye beneath the purple hoodie "After all, I'm sure she knows better than to use her teeth..."

Raynare shivered, her mortification and fear of death warring with her instincts as a Fallen which were all fired up in response to this display of dominance, the once proud member of the Grigori nodding silently before being allowed to approach the teen, Amane retaining a tight grip on her sole remaining wing.

So by now some of you are probably wondering: 'How the hell did this series of events come to pass?'

Which is fair. Hell, I certainly never imagined ever getting a blowjob in a park from a One-winged Angel.

As for how? Well normally, I'd make a crack about poor life choices, but the truth of the matter is:

It all came down to a press of a button...

And I'll just leave off there for now.

Some sharp eyed fans among you probably recognised a few names here or there. Again, this was written back when i was recovering from the disease no-one likes to talk about but hilariously shares a name with a brand of beer.

I won't be updating regularly because of work, but at the very least i intend to get as far as i can with this one before life drags me away.