If Issei had been told a couple of months ago that one day she'd be able to spend multiple hours in close contact with voluptuous girls, and what should be the star of a yaoi manga, she would have blinked, laughed, but hoped for it nonetheless.

Curvaceous nuns, tempting succubus, and even glimpses at Heaven's innocent if quite scary bounty, what more could any self-respecting pervert ask for!

"My moneyyyyy…"

Following the sobbing milf of a nun into the student council's room, Issei felt a part of herself die.

"This is heaven's punishment for you being stingy, Sister."

Much to her surprise, Issei agreed with Xenovia. It was only right that the Church's forces footed a large part of the bill that would go about repairing todays damages as well as their help in making people forget.

"Where did I go wrong with you Xenovia…"

Neither she nor Butchou had summoned the most glorious breasts—archangel after all.

"More like what did we do to be deserve you, Sister."

"Oh if only you could have been more like your seniors, Caren and Mei-mei took my lessons to heart."

"Too well I fear."

Despite being reincarnated as a devil, as the enemy of the Church, on paper at least, for if the lessons Butchou had all but hammered in Issei's head, if the parts that managed to stick were correct they were more so in a cold war at the moment.

Still, for some reason Issei had dared to believe, nay, to expect better from the representatives of the church.

The heretics they'd dispatched not counting of course.

Irina, ditsy though she was, had more or less been acceptable.

As expected of her dearly missed friend who wonder of wonders was not, in fact, a boy.

Thank you Lord—ow!

Xenovia…was Xenovia.

But surely one bad apple did not spoil the bunch.

But now, the nun milf…

"Lord Michael I am finished! I will never recover from thiiiis…"

"Hah! Oh how I wish I could fly upstairs and see brother's expression at such a 'prayer'!"

This was proving to be a bit too much really.

Maou-sama, even the archangel was weird!

And wasn't that another can of worms! Somewhat slow Issei might be but even she could not manage to miss the fact that the lady with the prettiest boobs she'd seen so far had come down specifically to claim? Protect? Yeah, Issei would go with protect. To protect her brother.

The brother who was apparently the reincarnated Son or something. The mechanics of it had gone a bit over her head and in truth Issei didn't care. Kid was a cutie and did her a solid.

Still, that would make her plans of being a proper Senpai extra heretical would it not?

Eh, she was already damned in the eyes of the Church anyway.

Beyond that, Butchou and those smarter than her could deal with such matters.

Although, the lidded stares and giggles the angel sent the unconscious cutie's way before the two peerages and the…Church representatives left to do damage control kinda worried her. And boy would there be a lot of 'gas leaks' come tomorrow.

Issei paused right before crossing the threshold, the weight on her shoulder growing, as Akeno-Senpai and some of Sona-Senpai's beauties pressed on, and damn what a sight those tight swaying—

"Sorry, Issei-kun."

Side-eyeing the smiling idiot, she huffed and turned away with a curious heat on her cheeks.

"Teme…I told you not to overdo did, did I not?"

"Sorry, Issei-kun. I hope you can forgive me."

The temerity of the bastard, not only did he have to be so good looking but he also had to go and exhaust himself as they went around the city helping people ignore certain happenings.

"Akeno?"

"Report, Tsubaki." Barked Sona-senpai from her place in the middle of the room.

"Fufufu, fear not, Rias. They will dream of whips and chains and not pillars of naughty light~"

"I…concur with my colleague. The populace has been pacified, my lady."

Issei's magical reserves were pathetic compared to the idiot's but still she didn't go about exhausting herself by rushing to his aid.

"Idiot," she muttered and helped lug the knightly sack of potatoes into Sona-Senpai's realm of evil.

Why couldn't Kiba-teme have been born a girl?

N-not that she was saying he was cute or anything.

"Thank you, Issei-kun." Ah, she couldn't take this! Huffing she marched right up the row of misbehaving monsters by the wall and carefully lowered Teme in-between the cultured General and the white-idiot who merely glanced her way, trying to look cool no doubt.

Her knees wobbled, carrying Kiba-teme had grown slightly harder with each towards the Student Council room somewhat counterbalanced by a wave of what could only be nervous energy, she must have been more tired than she thought.

"I-issei! Are you ok? Is Kiba-kun okay?"

"We are fine just, tired—" she said, with a smile and a thumbs up.

"Do you need a lap-pillow?"

Only for Issei's smile to turn hollow, eyes vacant, shoulders slumped. "S-so tired, please Butchou!"

"Issei! Y-yes!" Rias patted her thighs, biting her lip as naked worry shone from her beautiful eyes.

Oi teme, stop staring at her with such disappointment, she ain't letting such an opening go to waste! She went to war for those thighs! Maou-sama gave his approval as well!

S-so stop looking at her as if she's an angel who fell from grace or something.

"You, I like you," the cultured blond whispered with a nod.

Sadly, before she could make a dive for Butchou's gleaming juicy thighs, the milf-nun with legs to die for, had to ruin it for her.

"Devil-san, we thank you for taking care of our Lord but we could take it from here~" the milf said with a smile that caused Issei's belly to do backflips, spreading her arms towards Senpai and the cutie still laying on her thighs.

Yes, Issei could already tell, given that the boy was already displaying such good taste, he'd make for a great apprentice.

Sona-senpai instead of acquiescing to the nun's demands, frowned and seemed to hug Yuha-chan protectively.

"And what if I say no."

"Oh my, are you trying to steal the Church's property?"

"More like protect Yuha-chan from a ha—shameless person."

Issei didn't like this, it sounded like an argument that could very well turn ugly.

With a pout, Asia fists by her sides glared at the nun.

"Don't take away Yuha-chan, he belongs with his friends, with us!"

Et tu, Asia-chan?

"He knows the value of sweets," Koneko said with a nod as if that was enough, and from her, it was.

"Yes, and it'd be a shame to leave before he could learn about the joy of shibari, fufufu~"

"Shameless." Tsubaki-Senpai had the right of it.

The archangel and the scary woman had enough it seemed, jumping to their feet and all but stomping to the center.

"Yuha is not property!"
"But if he does belong—"
"with anyone—"
"that's with—"
"Me."
"Me."

And the girls started to argue in earnest in a manner eerily reminiscent to some of hers and Aika's arguments as well as those they'd observed from the more popular sisters.

Being on the other side of it for once, Issei pulled a page out of the two male members of the perverts quartet and stayed far away while Butchou blinked in confusion.


Did he do something wrong or was karmic weight real and this merely the result of his ancestors being such colossal pricks?

All Vali wanted was to clash against strong opponents, to feel the rush of blood between heartbeats, the joy as adrenaline spiked in between bouts until the final clash that revealed the victor and the vanquished.

Well, that and grow strong enough to put his grandfather six feet under.

Common everyday things.

So why was he forced to sit around this trash heap of a school watching females screech and fight over a clueless looking brat.

The fact the brat was apparently his great-grandfather's famed half-brother reincarnated was of little interest.

Or rather the brat itself was unimportant, perhaps holding the potential for a good fight down the line aside.

No, all the opportunities to fight strong opponents due to the upheaval the brat's reveal would bring and no doubt those who'd try to abduct him. That was the important bit.

Vali smiled.

The smile promptly vanished as pop's still kneeling and with eyes squinting, raised both his arms, peering through them to the center of the room and the gaggle of idiots, caressing the air almost as if sculpting a hill, or a mountain.

"This means something…"

Yeah, no, coupled with his father's earlier mumblings about contacting the Old one-eyed fart to find out how the clueless brat drew breath.

"Teach your big brother your secrets…"

Vali had enough.

A fight was one thing, a…catfight, quite another.

Women with well endowed rears or not.

Socially challenged he might be but even he knew his usual wouldn't work here.

Side-eyeing his rival a brilliant idea came to mind.

In truth, Vali very much doubted it would work but, from what he'd seen and heard of the boob-obsessed idiot this could have conceivably come from her.

And thus, allow Vali to slip away in the confusion and the ensuing argument.

Right, how would his no good great-grandfather had gone about this?

Taking a step forward and in lieu of his usual smile sporting formed from a mix of the blond lovestruck knight, the archangel Michael the one time he'd visited pops and what pop's sported when wooing girls other than Gabriel, he spread his arms.

"Ladies, if I may," he said, and to his relief they faced his way. At least the brat looked at him with thinly veiled awe. And an ancestral part within him swelled with pride.

"What you want, materials?"

A muscle in his jaw twitched.

Not the time, not the time, Vali.

"Merely to offer a humble suggestion—"

"You? Humble?" the milf nun tittered behind her palm. "You are even worse than Azazel!"

Worthy opponents, think of worthy opponents.

"…as you say, but, these last couple of days have been hard on us all." No they haven't he could do with another fight against a cadre! "And while you girls are all as beautiful as you are strong." Meh, 5/10 really, beyond their awesome butts that is. "And so can easily handle the stress can the same be said of little Yuha?"

The wide-eyes and surprised gasps almost made him cackle.

"Y-you are right. Oh what a horrible Big—"

"Ahem!" A2 growled.

"Normal sister, I've been."

"Oh Lord please forgive this unworthy servant…"

"Eh, Miss Griselda why are you looking at me?"

"…and forgive my debts. Oh, and sister, my dear lord, sister. I insist."

Alright, he could do this.

Now, for the finishing touch…

"In light of that, a day or two of distressing perhaps with…" shit, what did women like? Ah right. "A shopping trip and a day of fun at the pool?"

For the briefest of moments, as the eyes of every female turned his way, Vali feared he'd made a mistake, but then, with eyes blazing the women faced one another and started whispering.

Arguing still but with a different sort of intensity.

Smiling and sensing victory was near, Vali took slow steps back towards the wall from where he could then slither towards the door.

"Good heavens, I need to go write up that report for the Pope…" Griselda it would seem, was way ahead of him.

"Ridiculous!"

"Yes, I agree," Gabriel said with a frown, seeming to form a united front with A2. "We have no time for such frivolities!"

Right, the escape window would not hold for much longer so he should—

Wait, why was his rival looking at him in as if she was re-evaluating her impression of him?

And was pop's sniffing in pride what the hell?

"I knew you loved me son, thank you for this most wondrous gift!"

Oh.

Oh no.

He was merely trying to stop the womens annoying screeching, he didn't mean anything more by it nor did he think it would work in the first place!

His rival sent him a nod that somehow felt almost like a salute the way her eyes glistened and turned towards the gaggle of irritants. "Gabriel-san, A2-san!" she cried. "You could teach Yuha-chan to swim!"

The duo froze.

"Ah, Miss Issei I already know how to swim?"

"And buy him new swim-wear!"

Watching an archangel and a robot drool Vali facepalmed. "What even is my life…"

Yeah, this was his ancestors fault.

Somehow.

As if all this wasn't enough, the spoiled heiress clapped. "Oh that sounds like a wonderful idea!" she flashed a smile his way. "Thank you Vali-kun." No, please don't, this was a mistake.

Shows what he gets for trying to take a page out of the boob obsessed maniac's playbook.

"Vali, you've heard the rumors. Vali, if you saddle me with a nickname like Ddraig seems fated to be, I swear to Mother Tiamat I'll—"

Great, now Albion was on his case too.

"I should have thought of this sooner, yes, we could all do with a day spent unwinding," Rias continued oblivious. "In fact, put it all on my tab and leave the pool arrangements to me!"

"How generous, I could do with a new piece." Wait, when did Griselda come back.

"Shameless sister, is shameless."

"Oh~ Did you say something, Xenovia-dear~?"

"N-nothing!"

A familiar callused hand landed on his shoulder. "There's hope for you yet, son."

Azazel's praise filled him with disappointment.


How odd.

"Big Sis?"

Her reactor was pulsing erratically, she sent what she hoped was a reassuring smile Yuha's way. "It's nothing, I was merely thinking, no need to worry, d-dear," she stuttered and cursed within her mind.

This was a bold step for her, but she had too take it, otherwise who knew what all those overdeveloped mutants and other sort of crazies popping out of the woodwork might do.

It wouldn't do to risk having her place in the hierarchy be stolen.

Who would care for Yuha in such an event.

No, her human must not be tempted nor swayed by what could more or less be likened to machines assuming the guise of loyal and pure Yorha androids.

No matter, if this was to be her task she'd see it through.

"Oh, ok, Big Sis," he said and she blinked as she banished some utterly heretical thoughts and visions..

Unbecoming of a good Yorha soldier.

But if her human ordered it, then she'd happily oblige!

"Are we there yet?" he asked and she smiled, giving a gentle squeeze, the warmth and the pulse coursing through his fingers a comforting readout.

"Almost, d-dear," she said and nodded towards the nearby structure of metal, glass, and stone.

This 'shopping mall residing in the outskirts of Kuoh.

Opulent, extravagant, gigantic, but impressive nonetheless.

At least if her brief search through the data-streams could be trusted to be accurate.

If nothing else, the exchanges with the mutants yesterday and her own searches after solved another mystery regarding Yorha's records of humanity.

Namely the purposes of these structures.

It would seem that yes, the more out there conjectures from some of the historians had been correct after all.

A brief pang of muted sorrow coursed through her at the knowledge she couldn't share that knowledge with her people.

Their glorious creators had indeed built this edifices merely to shop for clothes, trinkets and various other little knick-knacks.

Naturally, that thought brought to mind the purpose of today's visit to said edifice.

She normally would have cared little about acquiring her own water-grade attire.

Prior to her appearance here and receiving his blessing, A2 could not exactly swim nor cared to do so even if she could.

Being far more solidly built than the mutants and all.

But now, the thought of her human looking at her standard form with interest, and perhaps l-l-lust?

Her core pulsed and she gasped.

"Big Sis?"

And better yet, A2 would get the chance to admire her human's own growing form.

Despite that being something she'd been doing in some form or other every day for the last couple of weeks, today's purpose in doing so and the implication, made her core spasm, and so did her vision.

Yuha stopped, small fingers squeezing against hers as he looked at her with worry.

Shaking her head and smiling, she reached and scooped him up in her arms, starting to dash for the structure, only just remembering to stay within human limits.

A giggle slipped past her lips making Yuha gasp.

"Big sis?!"


Entering the massive multi-storied mall caused Yuha to shrink and cling to A2 tighter as the dense crowds of strangers pressed on all around them.

His grip on Big Sis's hand iron strong, for unlike his mom whom he missed dearly, he knew that he couldn't hurt A2 so easily.

And more importantly, he didn't want to almost get abducted like that onetime and that strange woman.

Thankfully, A2 was super strong and aware and awesome and so he didn't need to fear anything of the sort and as they made their way to the meeting place the sight of familiar faces eased the hammering in his chest.

Everyone was here!

From the cool Dragon Man, standing next to the blond knight and…the shifty older gentleman in a garish button up.

To Miss Rias, Miss Sona, Miss Gabriel, scary Xenovia and all their friends, each and everyone of them the prettiest girls he'd ever seen.

"Pretty…" Miss Gabriel seemed to puff up, as did the rest of the girls.

Did he say that outloud?

He blushed as the girls giggled, Big Sis' hands trembled and Miss Gabriel rushed forward with a squee, burying his head between her gigantic marshmallows as he drew a startled breath.

"Smells nice."

"Oh, you lucky little…gah, Vali why?!"

Eh, did someone speak?

Miss…no, sister Gabriel, she had apologized to Big Sis and Big Sis had agreed to it, sis Gabriel giggled in delight.

"Traitor."

"Oh my whatever do you mean?"

"We had an agreement."

"Why yes, but a ceasefire does not a peace agreement make~"

"So that's how it is…"

"Tee~hee~"

What were they talking about?

Pushing gently against sis Gabriel, his fingers sinking into the gigantic, soft, and yet firm tracts of land, Gabriel paused, then squirmed.

"Mmh~" letting out a sound that caused Yuha to feel lightheaded as she gasped and blushed with him joining her.

"E-eh? Sis, are you alright?"

A2's other hand landed on Gabriel's shoulder, roughly pushing her away with a growl.

"Yes, she is fine," A2 said, staring at sis with anger.

The sound of a clap drew their eyes.

"Right, unless you two want to go at it again, not that I would mind if there was a mudpit involved and you my dear helped my sister out of her clothes—gah! Dammit Vali."

"General Ecchi."

The shifty blond, glanced at sis Koneko, made to speak, and then sighed, his shoulders slumped.

"Anyway, what say we get this show on the road?"

Sis Koneko sniffed at the air, staring at the blond with narrowed eyes. "General Hentai."

He threw his arms in the air. "I have needs dammit!"

"Language."

"Bite me, heiress."

"Brother~"

"Yes, dear sister?"

"Mace~"

"I'll be good!"

And with that, their group started moving, and visiting the various shops and stores.

Yuha smiled throughout it.

In the beginning and their first days here, when it was only him and Big Sis it'd been scary.

And they'd been hesitant to trust people.

But now, he thought that at least most of them were pretty good people.

Even if Big Sis had yet to truly warm up to some of them, he could tell.

Still, to be with so many friends…it felt nice.

And the fact most of them were pretty ladies, didn't hurt either.

Correction, very pretty ladies.

"Yuha-chan, what do you think?" Miss Rias asked, stepping out of the changing room and stepping between Yuha's stool and the full body mirror. Hands on her flaring, naked and almost glistening hips as she twisted this way and that "Does this look good on me?" she asked with a pout and blink of her pretty blue eyes.

"Ah…sis…Miss Rias…" for some reason it became difficult to form words all of a sudden.

Rias' pout deepened as bounced on the ball of her feet, and Yuha's eyes snapped up and away from the form fitting panties, for the barely veiled orbs of sin pushed the bits of fabric to near its breaking point.

And part of Yuha hoped it would lose the fight.

"No good, huh…" she blinked and smiled. "Wait, Yuha-chan, what did you just call me?"

"Eh?"

With a squee the voluptuous beauty tackled him and he discovered that Miss Rias too smelled just as good as Big Sis and sis Gabriel.

But it was not just Rias.

"Yuha-chan~? What do you think, is this too…modest?"

Whereas Miss Rias attire could almost seem…innocent, pure in a way on her form despite how scandalous it was, the practically non-existent squares and triangles of fabric on Miss Akeno's body as she slowly traced her arms up and down the sides of her body in a hypnotizing dance, made him gulp, lean forward and bring his hands forward.

And Miss Akeno's eyes shined with delight as her grin widened.

"I see~ So this is a keeper then, fufufu~"

Her own hug somehow felt far more lewd, although she smelled just as good as Miss Rias!

Still.

Scary! Miss Akeno was scary and beautiful in equal measure!

"What do you think?"

Well there was but one way to reply to sis Koneko's question.

"Ready to rock!" he said with a thumbs up and a smile as he stared at her onepiece up and down, which traced the lines of her slim athletic form perfectly.

Sis Koneko was cool and she also liked action movies so it should be fine, right?

Indeed, a smile spread across her face as she pulled a piece of candy from somewhere, giving it to him and ruffling his hair with a nod and rosy cheeks.

But what pushed him near his limit wasn't Miss Sona with her own dangerous onepiece or the rest of the very pretty girls, although Miss Griselda's weilding the alures of an older woman did come close.

No, it was sis Gabriel with her simple old fashioned clasic style in plain white and the way the poor garments seemed to suffocate as they tried to contain her.

"D-does this look good on me, brother?"

Yuha gulped.

"Vali, I swear on Father's wrinkled foreskin if you don't let me so help me god—S"

"Y-yeah," he squeaked and the wings that sis had assured him were hidden from the sight of normal humans by an illusion fluttered as if in happiness.

"O-oh, I'm glad!"

Then she tackled him into another hug, surprising him yet again and this time, his tongue unconsciously flicked forth.

"Brother is naughty~" she said with a giggle as she let go, and he still reeled at his first taste of the female form.

And then, of course…

"W-well?"

Gulping, and taking in Big Sis form, A2 also sporting a bikini although seemingly more modern looking than sis Gabriel's choice, Yuha smiled.

"Beautiful…" he breathed, his cheeks burning as A2 fretted in place and at his proclamation stilled, before smiling in relief.

Although he couldn't understand why she would worry in the first place.

From her sharp heels wrapping around her ankles, accentuating the shape of her long beautiful legs and the bikini bottom the secrets hiding behind somehow forbidden and delicious, to the flat taut tummy and the cute top protecting Big Sis beautiful breasts to her breathtaking lips…

"Beautiful," he said again and Big Sis embraced him as well, and this time, he hugged her tightly back, and, feeling brave, heart beating in his chest, chanced a lick.

A2 froze and for a moment Yuha felt he'd done something bad as she pulled slightly back and stared down.

Only, she wasn't staring at him, nor did she seem angry.

Rather, Big Sis was smiling, seemingly in delight as she stared at…

He followed her gaze, and blushed.

Ah, so that had grown big again.

A2 merely hugged him tighter, and much to his surprise, giggled again!

And yet, soon enough Yuha realized that the biggest trial had yet to come.

Going from shop to shop and giving his opinion on whether pretty ladies were pretty or not had been one thing, and in truth, easy.

As were him trying out new swimming trunks, although Big Sis and Gabriel turned quite a bit red.

Not even the frequent intrusions by the shifty general enough to change things.

No, the challenge came when the pretty ladies asked to rank them.

Thankfully, the shifty general did a good deed for once, creeping round a corner to catch a glance at sis Gabriel again before, inevitably being spotted by sis and some of the other customers.

But, unlike before, with a scary smile, sis Gabriel grabbed the blond by the shoulder, took Yuha by the hand and walked to the entrance.

"Now, brother."

"L-look, I can explain!"

Strange, he failed to do so the last dozen of times he attempted to do so.

"There is no need."

"Eh?"

"For you, brother dearest, are going to take our brother here, and take him to see the sights round this mortal establishment, yes?"

"And woe betide you if anything happens to him."

Ah, Big Sis had followed them to the door.

"Now look here—"

"Brother~"

"…I'll behave," the man said with a sigh. "And yeah, nothing will happen to the kid. Come along kid."

He hesitated for a second but after a pair of encouraging nods from the duo, he trailed after the shifty man.


"…Big Sis and daddy both said not to take advice or follow creepy strangers promising candy."

Azazel recoiled and Vali's grin stretched wide enough to hurt.

Ok, he'll take it back, the little twerp was alright in his book.

"That's…I'm not…I mean I have standards!" Azazel cried, waving his arms up and down, causing his hawaiian shirt to flutter. "Standards I tell you!"

Vali snorted and even the knight, Kiba seemed to be fighting of a chuckle, turning it into a suspicious cough.

"Unlike Gabriel you lucky little shit," his father whispered and Yuha blinked.

"Eh?"

Oh how Vali he wished he had a bucket of popcorn about now.

Still, he had the next best thing.

Albion. Please tell me

"Yes, I'm making sure your memories of this moment won't fade."

The man coughed, seeming to calm down, no doubt courtesy of the staring and the whispers they started to attract from some amongst the crowds, no doubt, Azazel's worry that too much commotion would draw the scary women out of the shop.

"Kid, brother, tell me, do you like your Big Sis and Gabriel…lucky little…"

Yuha startled and blushed, breaking contact and drawing circles with his shoe.

"A-ah, that is. I mean…"

"Yeah, no," Azazel hurried on, glancing over Vali's shoulder at the store, calculating something or other while the knight, stared at Vali's father with disappointment.

Welcome to the club pal.

"What I mean is, do you want to…impress Gabriel and your 'Big Sis'?"

"…Vali, I know that look."

Wonder of wonders, Vali didn't ask for the specifics, but like Albion, he too, knew that look.

It was the one his father sported when he came up with a different avenue of attack towards some problem or other, what he thought to be a 'genius' idea.

One that inevitably blew in his face.

With hilarious results, for those watching that is.

"Y-yeah?"

"Good," Azazel nodded and then reaching into his pocket, more for the sake of any normal human watching no doubt, withdrew a few rolls of summoned cash. "Here."

Yuha goggled at the amount of money in his hands.

"Go and buy a playboy or something. And don't worry," his father hastened to add, as the boy made to speak. "Vali and Kiba will go with you and protect you, won't you son, Kiba-san?"

"Of course, tis mine duty," the knight said.

Normally, Vali's reply would come in the form of his scaled fist making his father fess up his breakfast, but now? Watching the distracted old man stare with a lecherous grin at the storefront, or more like imagining the 'treasures' inside and rubbing his hands together.

There was but one way he could reply to that.

"Sure thing pops!" he said with extra cheer and took one of the kid's arms into his. "Come along, brat."

"But—"

"Don't worry," he said as the kid cranked his neck to look back where Azazel, giggling cast spell after spell and creeped towards the store.

Seeing the kid's worry, for but a moment the image of another kid flashed through his mind, or rather how Vali supposed that kid had looked.

Worrying about his mom as he run away…

He sighed, and knelt, squeezing the child's shoulder. "It'll be alright, kid," he said with his best attempt at a comforting smile.

Why did he agree to this? He was bad with kids.

"We won't go far and your sister and the archangel will be fine, you'll see."

The kid stared at him with wide innocent eyes. "…alright, Mister Dragon man."

"Kid has taste!"

"C-come along then," he said with a cough, cheeks feeling warm while another suspicious cough echoed. "Let's go waste pops money!"

Not that he planned to actually buy the kid a playboy, the hell dad?!

Sides, he feared that if he did do so, it would lead to pain.

"Oi, kid, want something to eat while we are at it?"

The kid looked at him and Vali hastened to add. "Not ice-cream though."

Earning a pout.

Vali snorted.

A lip trembled.

He sighed.

They got ice-cream, and then as they walked towards a nearby shop with cones in hand, might as well waste some more of pops money and buy an actual book or two for the kid, a shrill scream filled the air coming from halfway to the other end of the mall, making Vali smile in bliss while Kiba winced.

Ah right, that's why he agreed to this.

Azazel's voice, after all, was quite familiar by this point.

Now how could he go about getting the juicy details from one of the girls, A2…no, he didn't want risking turning into actual materials. Gabriel…perhaps if he played his cards right but it'd be risky.

No, his best bet would be to pester his rival with a promise to delay their match if she talked.

More blackmail material on the old man was always useful after all.

"Mister Dragon Man…"

"It's alright kid," he said with a shake and a chuckle. "The old man is tougher than he looks and the girls are fine too, they are just…" beating the tar out of him. "Training."

"But this is not a gym…"

"Come along now."

"Alright…"

But they scarcely took a few steps.

"Well, lookie here boys!"

Vali tensed, his smile slipping as his power rose to challenge the energies of the chuckling devil men and women slipping into view from round the corner of the street.

"Looks like we caught ourselves a dragon and a saint! Oh and a filthy traitor to boot."

Vali resisted the urge to curse as he felt the knight take position next to him, conjuring a blade, ok this would be somewhat tough, not beating the fools black and blue of course, but doing so while keeping the kid safe.

Still, nothing they couldn't handle—

"Please, Jeanne… I need rest."

"Well you can rest after!" A boisterous female voice said coming from a corner behind them, and a quick glance revealed a blond stepping into view, hand clamped around some poor sod's wrist.

"No more teleports mom, five minutes…please…" the haggard looking man mumbled.

"For we are close, I can…" the woman's eyes zeroed in on the kid and she froze. "Feel it."

And Vali wanted to punch his ancestors.