Title: New Game+ With Lewd Mods – Chapter 1

Fandom: Persona 5

Summary: Akira ends up in a alternate universe in the past where things are much lewder.

Tags: Big Dick, Incest, inflation, harem.

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"This is what happens when you oppose the will of the masses. They might be crying out for help, but their subconsciousness still wishes for me." Yaldabaoth's monotone but booming voice spoke as it looked down upon Joker, who clutched his bleeding side.

All the while, he glared at the self-proclaimed god with all the hate he could muster.

Mishima and his other confidants had tried to rally the people in support of them to reject the being that was before them.

But it had been far too late for any help to assist them as the moment they had begun, Yaldabaoth had killed Mona. It had happened so fast that no one had been able to react, then it had happened.

It had happened after Yaldabaoth had used his Rays of Control technique that had temporarily knocked them down and that was when it happened.

Before they could recover, Joker watched as Mona's head exploded in a shower of gore as Yaldabaoth had fired its Gun of Execution.

Lavenza had warned them that Re Carm spells would not work during this fight as they relied on reconnecting the body and the soul before it had a chance to cross over, which gave them a few seconds to act before it was too late. But due to Yaldabaoth's action, all of the Phantom Thieves were currently just wandering souls with no physical bodies.

And so Joker watched his friends dying one by one at the hands of Yaldabaoth. As they all lost their cool after the death of the person, he considered his brother had met his end.

With Haru being the last to go, she had taken a deadly blow for him.

The girl lying at his feet with a content, but sad smile on her face.

Her last words had been a confession of her love for him.

It pissed Joker more than anything, how dare she do that to him.

HOW FUCKING DARE! HE TAKE HIS FRIENDS FROM HIM!

"SHUT UP!" His roar was one of pure wrath.

"You have lost Trickster; now the world shall know true peace through Law. Now lay down and die."

Anger roared like fire in Joker's soul, no in Akira Kurusu's soul. "If I am dying, I'm taking you with me."

He tore off his mask as his other self was summoned. "I will defy you! Even after my death, I will continue to rebel against you for all eternity. ARSENE!"

A chain was broken.

A bullet was fired.

Akira Kurusu found ultimate freedom.

And on the power that had belonged to Yaldabaoth, the Holy Grail, the Trickster made a subconscious wish.

To live in a world where he and all of his friends, his Confidants, his loved ones could all be happy together.

Forever and ever.

But wishes were a fickle thing.

Especially when it was made on an object born out of Humanity's subconscious desire.

And according to Humanity's subconscious desires, the only way for them to be happy together forever and ever with Akira was…

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My Trickster, no, I shall not be taken from you again!

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[Arriving at Shibuya Station in five minutes]

Akira awoke with a set and almost flew out of his seat.

What the hell? Akira thought as he frantically tried to reorient himself. Mentos. Holy Grail. Yaldabaoth. His friends dying.

Akira's thoughts came to a halt as those words and others entered his mind, and he slumped back against his seat.

He was no longer on top of the Shibuya skyscraper fighting that out-of-control treasure that had taken everything from him, but the subway.

What the fuck had happened? Akira slowly took out his smartphone as he tried to recall what the fuck had happened, and on the lock screen, he saw that the date 09/04/2016, the same day he had left home and headed towards Tokyo, towards Shibuya, towards Leblanc and Shujin. Though looking at the clock, it was a bit earlier than last time.

Did I? Did I just travel back in time? Akira thought to himself as he just continued to look at the date in disbelief. But his phone and the current placement of his ass weren't lying as he tried to look up information about the Phantom Thieves of Heart and getting nothing related to their group.

He had traveled back into the past to before he had arrived, before the Phantom Thieves were a thing, before his friends had died.

His friends.

Akira almost choked on his own spit.

His friends weren't dead; they were all alive. They were alive.

He wanted to cry; he wanted to cry so hard.

But not right now he would keep the tears in for now.

"Is this a chance to do things right?" He asked himself.

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Akira's feet hit the pavement as he walked down the familiar street of Yongen-Yaya that led to Café Leblanc.

To his home.

He would know the Boss, but Sojiro would not know him.

Akira felt shit about that; it was like he knew the deepest secrets of the man while he was just an unknown stranger to the Boss.

A punk kid, he would have to waste his Sunday on tomorrow. At the time that comment had hurt Akira a bit, but now he just wanted to meet the man he considered his father more so than his actual one.

Rage swelled within his heart as his thoughts went to his parents. Before his arrest, Akira thought that he knew what a family was, but after that and spending time with Sojiro, Futaba, and the others he knew they weren't family.

Family was concerned for you, family laughed with you, sometimes at you, you fought with family and then made up with one another. Family would fucking call you at least once if you had to leave home and live in another place.

They were closer to being robots than anything else. The people Shido and Yaldabaoth liked the most.

The only good thing they had done for him had been knowing that guy who knew Sojiro and sent him here.

That was the only thing Akira would ever thank them for.

Though on his way, he had tried to contact Arsene, his other-self. But it seemed that his rebellious will was asleep for now. Probably due to his time travel or whatever he had done to Yaldabaoth after his mind had been consumed by that red rage.

So he would leave that side of him alone for now.

Akira turned right instead of going to the house like before; he would check up on Futaba later.

Akira opened the door to Café Leblanc, and then his mind froze as he stared at the spot where Sojiro Sakura, his Boss, his Hierophant, should have been sitting, sat instead a woman.

She was a beautiful woman with long dark hair that almost looked purple in the light that was tied up in a ponytail; she wore a sleeveless shirt that was covered by a familiar black apron. A black miniskirt and pantyhose covered her lower half.

And she was voluptuous; her gigantic breasts were on full display as she showed off a deep cleavage.

Akira was brought out of his observation as she spoke after having turned to look at him. "Ah, Kurusu-kun, I was wondering when you were going to show up." She put away her newspaper. "You didn't have trouble finding the place, did you?"

"No…" Akira responded he was so, so confused. "So are youuuuu?" He asked; he didn't want to say the words.

"Yes, I am the friend your mother was talking about." What? "I am Raikou Sakura." What. "I am sorry to hear what happened; you tried to defend a woman and got unfairly punished for it. Now, you are on probation for the next year, with me as your guardian. So while you did the right thing, do try and not get into trouble."

"I will try," Akira just responded as he was still so, so very confused by the existence of Raikou Sakura, the woman who had seemingly replaced Sojiro.

"Good to hear. Now I run this Café, so I hope you will assist around the place if you've got time," Raikou spoke. "And as for your living conditions, you will have the attic upstairs as your place; under normal circumstances, I would just give you the guest room in my house, but I am currently caring for another individual, and she has severe social anxiety. I hope that is understandable?"

"It is." It was so very understandable, in Akira's opinion.

"Great, your things arrived earlier, but due to how it was sprung on me and work, I sadly haven't been able to clean up the attic. But now that the noon rush is over, shall we clean up?" She asked.

"Sure," Akira responded, now wondering if this was a really weird dream.

It had to be.

And so, for the next few hours, Akria and Raikou cleaned out the attic while Akira tried to think about what had actually happened.

Because it was obvious that this was not a dream.

And he had clearly not just traveled back in time but also traveled to an entirely different universe where Sojiro was Raikou Sakura.

Though she seemed to have lived mostly the exact same life as the Sojiro he knew, the Sojiro that had become like a father figure to him but was now… gone…

It was a difficult thought to accept, but Akira was going to make the best of it; he wasn't going to fall into despair. He had somehow been given a second chance, and this time, he was going to be and do better.

"Whew, that took a lot longer than I expected," Raikou said as she wiped some sweat from her brow. Akira had to abort his eyes as she spilled a bit of water on her white shirt, making it see-through, which accented the rather ludicrous curves that she had.

How can one person be this sexy? Akira thought as he felt a familiar body reaction as she went to bend over to pick up the last thing, showing him how short her skirt was as her panties were clearly visible. And why was his pants feeling a lot tighter than usual?

"I guess you haven't cleaned this place in a while?" Akira asked, as the place was now a lot cleaner than the first time they had cleaned it; the shelf was cleared, and so was the workbench.

"Yes, not since I started it; I mostly used the spot over there as extra coffee bean storage," Raikou answered. "And speaking of beans," Raikou looked at her wrist to look at her watch. "It's about to be dinner time; I am going to go make the curry my shop here is known for. Unpackage your stuff in the meantime."

At that, she went downstairs.

Akira was unmoving before he let out a sigh and went to sit on the bed, which was feeling much softer than before.

Really soft; he could unpack later, and a quick nap couldn't hurt.

And it did not take a singular second for Akira's very tired soul to fall asleep.

And then his eyes opened to a familiar velvet-colored ceiling.

The Velvet Room.

Akira immediately got off the prison bed and went to the cell door, quickly noting that he was not wearing his Phantom Thief outfit but the prisoner garb.

Though, as Akira looked out, he did not see Igor sitting at the desk, neither the real one nor the fake, but rather.

"Hello, my Trickster, welcome to the Velvet Room," Lavenza greeted him though standing next to her was… Caroline and Justine?

Wait, how was that possible?

"Lavenza, is that really you?" Akira asked.

"Yes, it is really me, Trickster," She answered.

"How? Wait, no first of what exactly happened?" Akira asked.

"Then you slew the false god that you fighting after he slew your comrades, the rampant power of the Holy Grail become a proper wish granter, upon which you made a subconscious wish; I do know what that wish was. Only I know is that it transported you to this world, with myself tagging along." Lavenza explained.

"Oh okay, oh okay, so this is my fault then," Akira said.

"No." Lavenza denied. "You are not at fault, Trickster; this was merely an accident, though one that has allowed you to live in a world where you can live with your Confidants, even if they might be a little different."

"I think Raikou replacing Sojiro is more than a little different," Akira responded.

"But yet you have already bonded with her as your Hierophant," Lavenza said. "There is no undoing what has happened Trickster, so do try and not fall to despair."

"I won't," Akira replied. "I never will, though I guess Yaldabaoth is still here, considering," He pointed at Justine and Caroline.

"It is rude to point," Justine said.

"Yeah, have some respect, inmate; we are still going to be your wardens," Caroline stated.

"Can't fuse back together?" He asked.

"No, not with the present of alternate trueself," Justine said.

"Yeah, there can only be one Lavenza, so we are now truly individual beings," Caroline continued.

"And what about Yaldaboat? What about Igor?" Akira asked.

The faces of the three Velvet Room attendants darkened at the question. "Our Master is… gone."

"Igor is dead?" Akira asked; he hadn't known the actual one for very long, but Akira still felt a deep connection with the mysterious man.

"Yes, the God of Control did not banish him like he did in our world but slew him outright to cement his duplicity. But he did not of course, expect me arriving and banishing from the Velvet Room." Lanvenza explained.

"So he can't come back?" Akira asked.

"He can not, and it seems that the role of the Master of the Velvet Room has fallen to me," Lavenza said. "I will have to summon my sisters and give them the tragic news."

"Sisters?" Akira asked. "You have sisters?" He repeated.

"Yes," Lavenza confirmed. "We have three older siblings. Merop, Elizabeth, and Margaret. You will most definitely meet them later."

"Well, I will be glad to meet them," Akira replied, still surprised by that nugget of information.

"I think you will; for now, I believe that it is time for you to wake up," Lazenza said as the bell rang. "Though do be careful, Trickster, the God of Control is sure to still try and win the game."

"I know."

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9/4 2016

"Morning Akira," Raikou greeted the boy as he came downstairs, dressed in the Uniform of Shujin as the two had to go to the school today to pick up his student ID, and metro pass so that he could get to school. For as much as she would like to, she could not drive him to school. "I made an extra large plate for you since you fell hard asleep and you weren't stirring."

Raikou smiled as he blushed in embarrassment. He was really a cute and handsome kid. It had been so long since she had last seen him, and Raikou had not expected him to land right in her strike zone so hard. So much so that she had to relieve herself of some built-up tension; the fact he had clearly been checking her out and even getting a very visible erection due to her body hadn't helped.

"Thanks," Akira said as he sat down at the counter, a plate of hot curry and warm coffee waiting for him. "Not a usual breakfast."

"It's not, but breakfast is just the first meal of the day, and there is no reason it can't be anything you want," Raikou stated.

"I guess you are right about that," Akira said, and Raikou smiled as he started to eat the curry, slowly at first, but then doing so enthusiastically as he quickly finished his plate.

"So what do you think?" Raikou asked.

"That… was probably the best curry I've ever had; it almost makes me want to cry," Akira said, and Raikou could see that he was indeed crying as he went to finish his coffee.

"I am happy to hear that," Raikou said. "Now come along, we have a meeting at your school we need to get too."

The sour expression on his face was one he expected.

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I have forgotten how much I hate that fat bastard. Akira thought as he got back in the car, having just finished the meeting with Principal Kobayashi and Kawakami. While he was happy to see her again, he had noticed this version had noticeably larger breasts. But the admiration of the woman that he loved had been soured by the Principal who let Kamoshida get away with his shit, an utter pushover that had even been in the pocket of Shido, and he was probably not the only one.

And now that he was thinking about it since Shido knew about the whole cognition thing via Akechi, he had probably put out words to report to him if any sudden mental changes happened to members of the student body or faculty.

"Never in my life have I met a man so full of his farts," Raikou said after she finally got in the car, and Akira had to look away from the way her chest jiggled. "And couldn't even look me in the face, unlike you, Akira. You've been rather gentlemanly about my body."

Akira immediately blushed harder as he stared out the window.

This woman was going to be the death of him.

"Everybody should." He replied.

"That is what I mean; you are such a gentleman. But unlike that Principal, you are a hormone-filled teenager, and as such, you can stare as much as you like," Akira coughed at that. "I am just teasing you. Though that Homeroom teacher is cute, isn't I saw how you were looking at her."

"Can we please go," Akira pleaded.

"Hohohoho," Raikou laughed as she drove off the school property and onto the road.

However, their drive quickly came to a halt in Shibuya due to a traffic jam.

"Wonder what is creating this?" Raikou asked as she turned the radio on, and Akira felt a sense of Déjà vu, as he tried to remember what happened.

"In emergency news, a metro train derailed and crashed onto a platform; the reason for it has yet to be determined, but reports say that there are numerous casualties," The reporter spoke. As he reported the grim news.

"How terrible, another accident," Raikou said as she put a hand to her mouth.

While Akira just swallowed heavily.

Right, Akechi is at large. Akira thought that was another thing he needed to deal with. So many eggs in his basket, but he couldn't really do anything until his will of rebellion was re-awoken.

"Well, I am definitely not going to be able to open up the café today if our current movement is anything to speak about," Raikou complained. "Though we are in Shibuya… do you mind wandering around for the rest of the day and then have me come pick you up when it's less this?" She suggested. "I don't think you want to sit in the car with little old me for like two hours or however long this is gonna take?"

"I… yeah, I would actually like to," Akira said, surprised by the suggestion.

"Good, you might even be able to find some part-time job," Raikou said.

"Maybe," Akira said as Raikou set about finding a place to set Akira off.

With it taking twenty minutes to do so, he had forgotten how long it had taken him and Sojiro to get back to Leblanc, but he knew the sun had been setting when they had gotten back.

"Oh, and one last thing, we should exchange numbers in case we need to call each other," Raikou said as Akira was about to leave the car.

Which again took Akira by surprise as Sojiro had not wanted his number.

"Yeah, that is probably a good idea," Akira said as he gave it to her.

"Great, now I've got the number of a cute boy, and people say I don't have game anymore," Raikou said, which just made Akira stutter and plush. "My somebody doesn't like being teased, though it is a little unfair considering that you are teasing me with this thing."

That was when Raikou's hand landed on Akira's crotch, the bulge that had been surging in size, increasing rapidly against the fabric that was being touched.

"Ahh," Akira moaned as he felt a jolt of pleasure at the sensation. "Raikou."

Akira knew that he should be saying no, that this was way too fast, but he was so pent up with need that he let her do her thing.

"You've been such a good boy, Akira, saving that woman and behaving so nicely, and while others would punish you, I think good acts should be rewarded," Raikou said as she unzipped Akira's pants freeing his cock from the confines of his pants.

And they both stared with wide eyes at the throbbing cock that was jutting up from Akira's crotch, which confirmed the fact this body of his that he had mentally overwritten had a much, much bigger dick than what he had before. And before that Akira knew that he was way above the average Japanese male length at seven inches.

But this thing?

The erect penis that was currently standing proudly up, right? It had to be at least twice as tall and thick as his old penis.

This was what could truly be called a bitch breaker.

"Oh my, you are truly blessed, Akira-kun," Raikou spoke as she started moving her hand up and down Akira's length, eliciting moans from the teen as this dick felt very sensitive to Raikou's touch. "This is the biggest cock I've ever seen, at least four inches bigger than the biggest one I've ever taken."

"Thank you for the praise," Akira spoke as he moaned as he experienced his first-ever handjob.

"I am just stating an objective fact here, Akira. You probably have the biggest dick in the country; your mother should have warned me."

"What did you say?" Akira asked as her thump circled his crown, pre-cum running down the length of his dick.

"Nothing important, but let us see if I can get it to fit," Raikou said as she leaned over after having decoupled her seat belt, and took his dick into her mouth. As Raikou Sakura transitioned from a handjob to a blowjob.

And Akira felt like his mind was being blown as, he felt the sensation of Raikou's hot, warm mouth around the top half of his much bigger dick.

She would have been able to swallow his old dick instantly, but, here, she only got halfway down his length.

All while her tongue was caressing and licking his mushroom, teasing from the head its salty liquid.

And that was to much for the sexually inexperienced Akira to handle as he felt the familiar surge of an orgasm approaching, but with even much greater force. "Raikou, I am cumming!" Akira announced as he felt his dock expand inside of her throat as she took even more of his length but not all of it, as they couldn't do that.

And then the load was blasted into the milf's mouth and throat, filling it with his goo as Raikou moaned at how her throat and stomach was being filled with his seed.

"Hrgh, garrh, urgh!" She gaggled on Akira's cock as Raikou seemingly swallowed the loads of cum Akira had cum with a singular orgasm, superseding any previous orgasm he had before. As Akira was pretty sure had just cum more in that moment than he had in his previous life throughout his entire puberty.

"Oh, that was amazing, Raikou," Akira moaned as she pulled off his cock, showing that the entire thing was clean.

"You are welcome, Akira. If you need any help with that issue, just call, and I will happily slurp up some bottles of your cum," She lewdly said as Akira put away his now soft penis.

"Really?" He asked.

"Really, though not while I am working," She said. "Now go off and have fun."

At that, Akira now found himself on the streets of Shibuya once more, lost as to what to do as he had just gotten the first blowjob of his life and a handjob too.

By the woman that was supposed to be his guardian, Akira was pretty sure that, was wrong on some level.

But at the moment he couldn't really find himself to care.

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