"Are you gay?"
The question, coming from Azazel, caused Issei and the three men beside him to stiffen.
"The fuck?! Of course not! I'm a straight man!" Issei roared with a twisted expression. Agitated, he shot to his feet and pointed at Azazel as he furiously demanded, "Why would you even say something like that?"
'I don't know. Maybe because you three look suspiciously close?" Azazel dropped both feet onto the desk and leaned back lazily in his chair. Then he laughed and said, "You seem pretty gay to me."
His statement provoked a variety of reactions from the four men. Kiba immediately blushed red, lowering his head and clutching the hem of his clothes like a shy girl. Meanwhile, the corners of Riser's lips curled into a faint smile, while Saji turned his head to the side as if he were afraid of meeting Azazel's gaze.
"Really?! No! What I mean is, I'm not gay! What's so strange about being close with your friends?!" Issei refuted firmly. He wasn't gay. Everything that turned him on was female! He was absolutely not gay!
"Isn't that right, Ddraig?"
[I don't judge your preferences, but leave me out of your gay shit!] Ddraig's tired voice rang out.
"..." Issei.
"Pfft! Hahahaha!" Azazel burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that after a while, he had to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. Trying to suppress his grin, he said, "Alright, you're not gay. I believe you."
He didn't actually care about their orientation, but it was fun to mess with them, and Issei's reaction was simply too funny.
Clack!
-x-X-x-
With the sound of the door opening, I walked in alongside my womans. At the far end, Gasper hid behind them.
I paused and glanced at the people inside before asking, "What are these four doing here?" I pointed at Issei and his 'harem.'
He didn't have the best impression of Issei. Between his perverted personality and his history of peeping on girls alongside his two fellow pervert friends, he found him difficult to like.
As for Riser, I could tolerate his existence.
"Mother, Ravel..." The corners of Riser's eyes twisted. He tried to keep his face neutral, but he couldn't suppress the twitch when he saw his mother and sister behind Yusuke.
Their gazes were fixed on Yusuke with an obsessive affection, as if he were the only person who existed in their world. Even though Riser was standing in the same room, they didn't seem to care about him at all.
"I was the one who called them," Azazel answered my question calmly.
Even Azazel had to look at Yusuke with clear admiration in his eyes. This boy was barely an adult, yet his rizz skills were absolutely godly. Even someone like Azazel, who had thousands of years of experience and was known for his lust, had to admit that he was completely inferior to Yusuke in that department.
"Azazel, it seems that you are being too comfortable," Rias said at this moment, glaring at him with a displeased look. "Why are you sitting in my seat? And put your legs down from my desk. How unsightly!"
"Tsk! Now I need to burn both of them." She pulled my hand and led me to the sofa after casting a cleaning spell, just in case some ugly monkey had dirtied it. Her tone softened as she guided me down and pulled my head into her lap, gently caressing my hair.
"Are you feeling comfortable, honey?"
"Yeah." The soft sensation of her thighs made me answer contentedly.
"..." Azazel, Issei, Kiba, and the others stared in complete silence, utterly speechless.
"Anyways," Azazel said as he wisely stood up.
He still couldn't figure out why Rias was being so aggressive and impolite. The profile he had on her before painted a very different picture then 'Is it because she is in love?'
"Since everyone is going back to the Underworld, I thought it would be nice if we all returned together."
He walked across the room and stopped next to the window.
"I don't think that's needed. Everyone can just teleport back to their own house," Rias refused flatly. The time she had with her darling was limited, and she didn't want to waste it with others taking even more of his attention than they already did.
The entire time, none of Kiba's past companions paid him any attention. Rias acted as if he didn't exist. Koneko was already sitting next to Yusuke, fighting with Ravel over who would get to rest his legs on their lap, and Akeno went to the other side of the room with Tsubaki to prepare tea for him.
Issei, on the other hand, wanted to ogle all the busty women, but whenever he tried to move his gaze, an ominous feeling, like a strange grip on his heart, stopped him. In the end, he fixed his gaze back on the trap hiding in the corner with a paper bag over his head.
"Gasper-san."
"W-what do you want?!" Gasper recoiled back against the wall, staring nervously at the man smiling weirdly at him.
"I just want to get to know you." Issei tried not to show any creepy expression, but it was hard. Even though he knew Gasper was male, Issei still couldn't fully register it in his mind. No matter how he looked at it, Gasper seemed more feminine than even a woman, and on top of that, he was wearing female clothes with stockings and a short skirt.
"I... I don't want to talk to anyone! Leave me alone!" Gasper shook his head rapidly. He wanted to recoil back, but his back was already pressed against the wall.
"I mean no harm, alright, alright. Is it okay to talk to you from this distance?" Issei sat down on the floor, raised his hand, and spoke in a helpless tone.
"Emm! Say, what do you want?" Sensing Issei's soft attitude, Gasper felt slightly less afraid. He gazed at him through the holes in the paper bag on his head and asked cautiously.
On the other hand, Azazel was speaking to Raynare and Kalawarna, standing behind me.
"It seems that both of you are having a good life."
It was a complex feeling to see those who had once been his subordinates, even though they were low-ranked and he had never paid much attention to them. The fact that they had betrayed the Grigori and him, and now stood there serving another person, left him staring at them in silence for a moment.
Back when Kokabiel secretly sent the four Fallen Angels to Kuoh Town to prepare for his plot, Kalawarna had informed Azazel about it. In return, Azazel gave her a tool to conceal her Fallen Angel identity, allowing her to become a teacher and sneak around Yusuke unnoticed by the Devils.
Now these two Fallen Angels no longer held any reverence or respect toward him. They had also grown much stronger than they were before.
Although Azazel did not like to brag, he was actually very charismatic. The majority of Fallen Angels respected him and followed him wholeheartedly.
"Indeed, we have never been this happy," Raynare spoke calmly.
The way she was gazing at Azazel was as if she were looking at a stranger. Even though remembering it made her feel disgusted with herself, Raynare had actually had a massive crush on Azazel before she met Yusuke. Now, whenever she recalled it, she felt like smashing her head into a wall. It made her skin crawl!
"Good to hear that." Azazel smiled gently at the two of them before turning to Sona and Rias. "The first battle of the Youth Devil Rating Game Tournament has already been decided."
"It's between Sona Sitri's peerage and Rias Gremory's peerage."
The Youth Devil Rating Game Tournament is a special Rating Game tournament prepared by the Four Great Satans in order to have the young Devil heirs compete against each other, increasing their power while also serving as entertainment for Rating Game fans and other mythological faction leaders.
The one who actually pushed for this tournament the most was Sirzechs.
"Is that so?" Sona fell silent for a few seconds, then adjusted her glasses. When she looked up, her eyes met Rias's, and she smiled. "In that case, I won't lose to you, Rias!"
"That should be my phrase! I will defeat you, Sona!" Rias burned with extreme confidence. Her long crimson hair swayed lightly. "I will not allow another woman to defeat me with Yusuke watching me."
"We will see about that." Light reflected across Sona's glasses.
"Xenovia, Irina, Asia, have you thought about my proposition?" Taking this chance, Rias looked at the church trio who were originally sitting together on the opposite side, discussing something about a Holy Scripture, and asked them.
"Your proposition?" The three of them looked up and muttered at the same time.
Since the three of them had joined Yusuke's harem, Rias would occasionally pester them to join her peerage. The main reason was simple; her peerage was severely lacking. Including herself, there were only three members, Koneko and Akeno.
On the other hand, Sona already had her peerage nearly full.
If the two of them were to compete, she would be completely crushed.
"I have thought this matter through, Rias. I accept. I shall join your peerage," Xenovia stood up and declared firmly.
Among the three, she was actually the one most interested in abandoning her human identity.
"Xenovia, are you sure?" Irina asked in surprise.
"Of course I am," Xenovia replied calmly. "Both of you and I have lived together with the Devils for some time now. Do you still think they are as detestable as we originally believed?"
When she saw Irina shake her head, Xenovia continued.
"Then what is the big deal about becoming one? I think being a Devil is much more beneficial than staying as a human. We could become stronger and have a much longer lifespan. I don't want to grow old."
"Hmm! That makes sense!" Irina's eyes suddenly sparkled with determination. "It's bad if Darling were to see my ugly, wrinkly self in another hundred years! Yes, this is really, really bad!"
She stood up energetically and pumped her fists together.
"For my beauty, I'll become a Devil too!"
"Xenovia, you really are a genius! You thought so far ahead!" She patted Xenovia's shoulder with shining eyes.
"Of course I am!" Xenovia put her hand on her waist and laughed proudly.
"..." Yusuke, Azazel, Riser, Rias, Akeno, Sona, Tsubaki, and everyone else in the room.
"I'll do it too," Asia suddenly stood up. She bowed politely toward Rias and spoke with clear determination.
"Rias-san, please reincarnate me as a Devil as well. I don't want to grow old. I want to stay with Yusuke-sama for tens of thousands of years more!"
-x-X-x-
Chess is often associated with intelligence because it demands planning, pattern recognition, and the ability to think several moves ahead. Over time, this reputation evolved into a common belief that anyone who plays chess is smart, even though the game itself relies more on practice and strategy than innate intelligence.
A clear example was the crimson-haired woman playing chess right now in nothing but thin bra and panties.
"You have improved, Akeno," Rias said as she moved her piece, watching Akeno's troubled expression who was in the same clothes.
She was anything but intelligent or smart. In reality, she was far more impulsive and reckless than most people.
The Evil Pieces and the Rating Games were created based on chess, which sparked widespread interest among devils, especially within the noble houses.
"Haa! I want to see darling right now!" Irina groaned as she leaned against the sofa, staring at the ceiling.
As the Rating Game between Sona and Rias was about to begin, both peerages were making their preparations. However, their darling had not come to the Underworld with them. Instead, he was somewhere else with the other women. According to him, he wanted to explore the Underworld with them, and he was also afraid of accidentally creating another yandere.
"Woah, Asia, I didn't know you were so skilled at drawing!"
Xenovia's loud exclamation drew the attention of all the women. When they looked over, they saw Asia holding a pencil and drawing on a sheet of white paper.
On it was a remarkably realistic portrait of their Darling. He was staring off to the side with a calm expression, his face neutral and composed. Yet within those eyes was a depth that seemed almost alive, as though one could glimpse the intense affection hidden beneath the surface.
Just looking into his eyes was enough to make the busty blue-haired tomboy feel wet her panties.
"I am not really that good. I only started learning recently, hehe."
Asia instinctively tried to hide the drawing, feeling embarrassed. She let out a shy laugh before continuing, "I always think about Master, so to alleviate my longing, I started drawing his image. Surprisingly, it makes me feel calmer."
"No, you are very talented at this, Asia." Akeno and Rias abandoned their chess game and gathered around her. Rias gently patted Asia's head as she spoke in a warm tone, "I am sure Darling will love it when he sees it."
Although Asia sometimes hid a surprisingly nasty and sinister side beneath her sweet exterior, there was one strange thing about her. She grew on people very easily. Almost every woman around her felt the urge to protect her and shower her with affection.
Well, with the exception of Katerea. That woman nearly pissed herself every time she saw Asia.
"Rias-oneesama, really?" Asia's green eyes sparkled.
"Mmm, I am sure of it!" Rias nodded before turning to the other two Church girls. "Have you adapted to your new identities yet?"
A couple of days ago, Rias had performed the reincarnation ceremony and turned the three girls into members of her peerage.
"I thought I would feel a bit strange, but I actually don't feel much difference compared to when I was human. Well, except that I have wings and can see better at night," Xenovia replied as she touched the pair of bat-like wings sprouting from her back.
"Haah! I wonder what Yu-sama is doing right now?" Aika muttered under her breath. Then, without warning, she stood up and headed toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Murayama asked.
"Do some solo play. Want to cum together?" Aika wiggled her index and middle finger with a perverted grin.
"Hopeless pervert," Murayama facepalmed, but she still got up and followed her. The two of them left the room together.
...
Pla! Pla! Pla!
"Aaahhn! Darling! Fuuuuck~♡! Your cock is so fucking deep inside me! Haaahn! It's splitting my pussy apart ❤❤!" Eleonora wailed shamelessly, her loud, slutty moans echoing through the toilet stall like a yandere bitch in heat.
Which she was.
Pla! Pla! Pla! Pla!
The obscene, wet slapping of flesh against flesh grew louder and wetter as I pinned the mature milf against the stall door, pounding her dripping cunt with brutal force. Her hot, sloppy milf pussy was absolutely drenched, juices running down her thighs as her greedy inner walls clenched and spasmed around my thick, veiny cock.
Every savage thrust made her soft folds stretch obscenely wide, sucking me in deeper like a hungry whore's hole desperate for my cum.
Her tits bounced wildly with each impact, nipples hard, while her pussy gushed and squelched noisily around me, coating my balls in her sticky lewd nectar.
"Haaah! Yes! Right fucking there~♡! Ahn! You're hammering my womb! Haaahn! Fuck! Yes! pound my womb harder, Yusuke❤❤!" Eleonora clung to me with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around my body. Her thick, soft thighs gripped my waist as she pulled me in deeper, her massive tits squishing and bouncing wildly against my chest with every violent slam of my hips.
Her hard nipples rubbed against my skin as her whole body jolted from the force of my thrusts.
Her face was flushed a deep, shameful crimson, sweat pouring down her temples and neck. Her luxurious red dress was completely disheveled, the fabric torn down and hanging loosely off one shoulder, exposing most of her tits.
Strands of her golden blonde hair stuck messily to her sweaty cheeks as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, with drool leaking from the corner of her open mouth, dripping down her chin.
Her red high heels were barely clinging to her feet, which were wrapped in torn red fishnet stockings riddled with multiple holes, especially around her thick thighs. The shredded red lacy thong dangled uselessly from one ankle, swinging and bouncing lightly with every thrust of my cock slamming into her pussy.
Pa!
"Is this what you wanted, you thirsty fucking slut?" I growled, pressing my forehead against hers, our lips brushing as I whispered hotly against her mouth. The hot, ragged breaths mixed together while I spanked her fat ass, the sharp smack echoing in the stall.
"Couldn't even wait till we got home, huh? You dragged me into this restaurant toilet just to get your slutty cunt fucked like a cheap whore?"
Pa!
I gave her ass another firm slap, gripping her soft meat. "Where is your self-control? Is your brain only capable of thinking about getting stuffed full of my cock?"
When I returned to the Underworld, every single woman in my harem suddenly insisted that I take Eleonora out on a date. It left me somewhat confused. It was incredibly rare for all my girls to agree on one thing, especially something that involved me spending exclusive time with just one of them.
Normally, if any woman wanted a date, the others would immediately pester me to tag along or demand that I promise to take them out right after.
Even so, I agreed without hesitation. Why would I refuse to take my own lovely, sugar milf on a date? Of course, I would do whatever I could to make her happy.
"Aaahhh! Yes! I'm your whore! Your dirty, cock-hungry milf whore!" Eleonora moaned even louder, her voice filled with pure slutty desperation. "Spank me more! Haaahn! Fuck me harder, please! Wreck my slutty cunt, Masterrr!"
Her voluptuous body trembled violently with shame and overwhelming pleasure as she clung to me. The thrilling fear that someone might walk into the bathroom at any second and hear her shameless moans only made her tighter.
Her greedy inner walls convulsed and squeezed around my cock like a hungry vice, milking me eagerly with every thrust.
Pla! Pla! Pla!
"Shit! Your pussy is getting even tighter! You are getting turned on by this?" I growled as I gripped her neck with one hand and choked her firmly. I pounded her faster, slamming my fat cock deep inside her. "Fuck, I didn't know I was dating such a shameless exhibitionist!"
I kept ruthlessly stretching her mature cunt wide open with every brutal thrust, my hips smacking loudly against her ass.
"Haahn!! Haannn~!!" Eleonora's eyes widened before rolling completely back, showing almost nothing but white as her face twisted into a full ahegao expression. A flood of her warm love juices squirted out around my cock and ran shamelessly down her thighs, splattering onto the bathroom floor.
Being manhandled so roughly like this, combined with the constant risk of someone walking in and catching her getting fucked, made the pleasure magnified ten times harder. Her mind melted as her body shook uncontrollably with ecstasy.
Clack!
Suddenly, they heard the bathroom door open. Two women walked in, chatting casually.
"She sent him a picture with the caption, 'Step-bro, I am stuck in the washing machine.'"
"The audacity! What did you do?!"
"When I confronted her, she shamelessly said, 'It's not like we're blood-related!'"
Hearing the voice of the two women outside, Eleonora's eyes widened in panic, but her pussy only squeezed harder around him.
"Shh... quiet, slut," I whispered harshly as I covered her mouth with my hand and continued thrusting. "You don't want them to hear what a loud whore you are, do you?"
"Mmmph~! Mmmph~!" Eleonora shook her head desperately, tears running down her cheeks. Her muffled moans vibrated against my palm as I kept fucking her.
"Slut! That bastard is at fault too. He should've cut her off a long time ago!"
"It's not his fault. He's just too kind. That slut keeps taking advantage of him."
"Dafuq? Are you serious?!"
The two women continued their conversation, completely unaware that two people were having sex right next to them.
Eleonora's heart raced wildly. The thrill pushed her over the edge again. Her pussy spasmed violently as she cum hard, squirting around my cock. More of her love juice kept on spraying out and dripping down beneath the door.
"Wait, what is that?"
Suddenly, the woman being cuckolded by her boyfriend's step-sister stared at the floor. A shiny trail of clear, sticky liquid was slowly dripping from under the occupied stall door, forming a small puddle near her heels.
She stepped closer, tilting her head. Now she could hear it, a faint, wet rhythmic slapping sound mixed with muffled, breathy moans.
"Is anyone in there?!" she called out sharply, her voice echoing through the bathroom.
The second woman leaned in beside her, whispering, "Holy shit... that better not be what I think it is."
"It can't be, right? Sniff, sniff! No way!" She sniffed. The moment she caught the familiar scent of sex, her eyes widened. The two women exchanged a glance, then identical malicious smiles spread across their faces.
Without a word, they both lifted their legs and kicked the door.
Bang!
The lock snapped apart and flew through the air as the door burst open. The scene before them made both women freeze.
The stall was completely empty.
The only thing left behind was a puddle of love juice on the floor.
Both women stood there stunned for a second, staring at the mess. One of them finally muttered, confused and disappointed, "Was it a mistake...?"
"Maybe whoever was fucking in here is already gone. How boring," the other woman said with a shrug. She returned to the mirror and adjusted her hair before adding, "Anyways, let's go. I can't keep my darling waiting."
"You are completely gone."
"Hmph! You just don't know how great he is!"
'Should I kill them?'
-x-X-x-
The two gossiping women finally left the bathroom, their heels fading away as the main door clicked shut.
The instant the coast was clear, the door of the neighboring stall swung open. I stepped out carrying Eleonora, her voluptuous body clinging desperately to me like glue. Our mouths still locked in an obscene, sloppy kiss, tongues swirling wildly as he tried to muffle her uncontrollable moans.
When their lips finally parted with a wet pop, a thick, gooey strand of saliva stretched between our tongues before snapping. The messy drool dripped down onto Eleonora's exposed, heaving tits, sliding lewdly over her skin and hard nipples.
"Huhnn! Haahn~! Darling...! I... I came so hard... haaahn~! Your cock feels too good inside me... I'm losing my mind~!" Eleonora moaned breathlessly, pressing her sweaty face against mine. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she panted hotly against my lips, her legs quivering uncontrollably around my waist.
"You came like crazy," I smirked, "But I'm not done yet."
I gripped her ass tighter and started pounding her, carrying her over to the wall and slamming her back against it. The force made her body jolt as I drove my meat stick even deeper.
"You love this, don't you?" I whispered against her ear. "Getting railed like a desperate whore in a public toilet where anyone could hear every lewd sound you make."
"Yes~! I love it... I love being your public whore~!" Eleonora whimpered shamelessly. "Aaahn~! Ruin me... destroy my pussy... haaahn~! I'm cumming again... I'm cumming again~!"
Her entire body seized up violently as another intense orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy clamped down hard around my cock, squirting messily in powerful spurts that splattered across the floor and down my legs, adding to the obscene puddle beneath them.
It was hard to believe that a woman who had given birth to four children could still have a pussy this impossibly tight.
I kept pounding her without mercy, savoring the way her mature milf body shook and clenched greedily around my cock. I spanked her plump ass repeatedly, leaving bright red handprints on her soft, jiggling flesh.
After several more minutes of brutal thrusting, I groaned deeply and buried myself to the hilt inside her.
"I'm cumming," I growled against her ear.
"Yes... Please... fill me up... pump all your hot cum deep inside me, Darling~!" Eleonora begged me with a trembling voice.
With a low groan, I fired m6 extra-thick load straight into her womb. The sheer volume flooded her instantly, painting her squirming, fleshy walls white. I continued thrusting through my orgasm, pumping load after load into her until her belly visibly swelled from the massive creampie.
"Haahn! So hot~!" Eleonora trembled violently in my arms, moaning sweetly as she felt her womb get completely stuffed and overflowed with my warm seed.
I slowly pulled my still-hard cock out of her overflowing pussy, a thick torrent of my cum immediately gushing out of her stretched hole and splattering onto the floor, mixing with her own juices.
Even after over 20 intense orgasms, Eleonora's body was still burning with need. She clung to me tightly, grinding her soaked cunt against my slick shaft.
"Haaahn... Darling..." she panted hotly against my neck, "I'm still so horny... I need more. I want more of vour strong body... and thick hard cock..."
I smirked, groping her cum filled ass. "Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you either."
Eleonora licked her lips, eyes glazed with pure depravity. "Then let's get out of here. I'll call Ravel right now... I want her to join us. I want you to fuck both of us together until we can't walk!"
-x-X-x-
"Yusuke Aoki..." Lord Phenex muttered, pressing his fingers against his throbbing temples in a futile attempt to ease the splitting headache. "Just who the hell are you?"
Ever since that man had appeared in their lives, everything in the Phenex household had spiraled into complete chaos.
Originally, Lord Phenex had not minded Yusuke beating his arrogant son Riser at all. He had even welcomed the idea. After all, Riser had grown far too conceited for his own good and needed a harsh lesson.
However, what happened afterward completely changed Lord Phenex's life and turned the entire Phenex household upside down!
"What is the use of struggling anymore... Eleonora!" Lord Phenex roared in frustration. "How could she be this sinister and unfeeling?!"
He slammed his hands on the desk and stood up abruptly, then walked toward the door with heavy steps. These were the darkest days of his life. The only thing that brought him even the slightest comfort was the support of his sons, who had stayed firmly by his side through everything.
Fortunately, Riser was doing exceptionally well. He had even managed to recruit the Red Dragon Emperor into his peerage.
Hopefully, the future of the family would not be completely bleak. Perhaps Riser would prove himself in the future and succeed him as the head of the Phenex family instead of his eldest son.
"Riser? What the hell are you doing?" Lord Phenex had just stepped out of his study when he spotted his son at the far end of the hallway. His face twisted into a deep frown as he called out sharply.
"Father?!" Riser froze mid-motion, his entire body going rigid. He turned around mechanically, plastering on a painfully forced smile. "This is not what it looks like! I swear I can explain everything!"
"You will explain what exactly?!" Lord Phenex bellowed. "Since when the hell did you pick up the habit of cross-dressing?!"
The person standing before him was indeed Riser, but he was wearing a long, flowing blonde wig and a frilly white and pink party dress that trailed along the floor. The sight of his son dressed like that made Lord Phenex's face twist in disbelief.
"It's a game! Just a game, Father!" Riser waved his hands frantically in front of him, desperately trying to calm his father's rising fury. "I lost a bet against Issei, and this was the punishment! That's all it is! I swear!"
"A game?"
Lord Phenex felt his headache growing even worse. He pressed his fingers against his forehead and waved his hand dismissively at his son. He no longer had any desire to deal with him. Turning around, he said coldly, "Stop playing around and get out of my sight!"
"Yes, Lord father!" Riser replied instantly. He bolted from the spot and ran away as fast as he could.
The blond cross-dressing boy quickly gathered the hem of his dress and ran frantically down the hall until he was safely out of sight. He leaned against the wall, patting his chest in relief.
"Goddamn it! Issei nearly screwed me over back there..." Riser muttered, then paused as a deep blush spread across his face. "Wait... he has been screwing me for a while now."
For some weird reason, Issei had recently started getting into risky roleplay scenarios, including outdoor sex themes. Earlier, he had ordered him to dress like this and walk around the estate without being exposed. If he got exposed, as had already happened before, he would be "punished."
Shaking his head, Riser forced the intrusive images out of his mind and hurriedly ran back to his room, carefully avoiding the servants along the way. If he were caught by any of them, or worse, by his brothers, it would be the worst possible outcome.
Pla! Pla! Pla!
Before opening the door, weird sounds reached his ears. When he opened the door, he was greeted with the scene of Issei pressing a woman against the ground, stepping on her head while pounding her from behind. His face was twisted with anger and fury as he swung his waist.
Since they had returned to the Underworld a couple of days ago, Issei had been focusing all his attention on the big-breasted maid who had manipulated him, claiming he wanted to "train" her.
"She passed out again!" When Issei finished and pulled himself out, he glanced at Riser before walking to the side of the bed and sitting down. Then he asked, "Riser, is it really impossible to get Gasper from Rias Gremory?"
"That would be difficult. Rias values her peerage greatly. If Kiba had not made such a mistake, she probably would not want to give him up," he said, glancing at the blond sitting on the other side of the room with Saji, both of them drinking tea.
"Tsk! If only we could find a way... Still, it's hard to believe that someone like him is actually a boy," Issei held his head and muttered.
"It doesn't matter if he is a boy or a girl for you, right?" Riser sat next to him and said in a sarcastic tone.
"Of course it does! I want oppais! Large, soft, squishy, fleshy mounds! Men don't have oppais!" Issei wiggled his finger with a perverted grin. Then his expression changed, and tears began streaming down his face. "I want boobs!!"
[Then why did you create such a twisted evil technique instead of a gender switch? You could have turned any man into a woman.] At that moment, surprisingly, Ddraig, who normally did not like to speak when Issei was doing his nasty activities, spoke.
"Wait, what? Ehh?! Ehh!! Ehhhhh!!" Hearing the dragon's voice, Issei's eyes widened. He let out a loud shout, then grabbed his head and screamed, "I didn't think about it at all!!!!"
"Dafuq?!" Riser, Saji, and Kiba all stared at him in astonishment.
[Why is my host this moronic? A failure even as a perverted abomination!] Ddraig facepalmed. He cut off the connection and went back to sleep, as he did every time he realized just how stupid his host could be.
"It must be her! She is the one who guided me before. Damn it! She screwed me over again!" Issei stood up and walked over to the big-breasted maid, growling in anger.
-x-X-x-
"...Sekiryūtei...sama... Hehehe... Riser-sama... pressed him harder... Yes... hehehe... don't... Gehehehehe..." The maid twitched as she let out creepy giggles while unconscious.
Back then, because he was filled with despair, he was not thinking properly. The maid took advantage of that and used it to fulfill her Fujoshi fantasy.
"Since I can create Dragon Collapse, I will create a gender switch too! I'll call it Oppai Paradise!" Issei clutched his hands and roared loudly, ignoring the three men behind him.
"Who do you think would win?"
-x-X-x-
In the VIP room, I sat relaxed with Raynare and Kalawarna clinging tightly to both of my sides, their bodies pressed against my arms.
Between my legs, Ravel sat on the floor, resting her head comfortably on my thigh while looking at the screen ahead. She asked the question curiously.
"It is hard to say," I answered. "But the odds are in Sona's favor. She has had her peerage for much longer, while Rias only recently recruited three new members, and they have not had enough time to get used to working together."