The afternoon sun hung low over the outskirts of Kuoh Town, casting long shadows across the winding paths that led far from the familiar bustle of Kuoh Academy.
Akari Hayashi had ventured out on a whim, needing the fresh air to clear her head after two days of seismic changes in her reborn life.
Her average two-story house felt too confining now, with its walls echoing the ghosts of her first brutal impregnation and the exhilarating theft of Issei's Boosted Gear.
Dressed in her usual style—a cropped white tank top that bared her soft midriff and loose black joggers that hugged her curves without effort—she strolled along a secluded trail flanked by dense woods, her plain brown ponytail swaying with each step.
The Boosted Gear thrummed faintly in her soul, a comforting dragon's whisper, while her Infinite Womb carried its burdens: two children in stasis, granting her Food Summon and the exponential power of Ddraig. I should test the Boosted Gear more, she thought, flexing her fingers experimentally. But not here. Too close to the academy, too many eyes.
The path opened into a quiet park on the town's edge, a forgotten gem with overgrown benches, a trickling stream, and ancient oaks that whispered secrets to the wind.
Akari paused by a weathered picnic table, summoning a crisp apple with Food Summon and biting into it thoughtfully. The meta-knowledge from her previous life painted this world in strokes of danger—Rias's peerage, the fallen angels' schemes, the endless Rating Games—but for now, she was just an extra, blending into the scenery.
Or so she believed. A rustle from the treeline snapped her out of her reverie. Emerging from the shadows was a figure she recognized instantly: Yuuto Kiba, the handsome knight of Rias Gremory's peerage, his golden hair tousled, school uniform slightly disheveled.
But his usual princely smile was absent; his blue eyes burned with uncharacteristic fury, jaw clenched as if he'd just stormed away from a battlefield.
Kiba didn't notice her at first, pacing aggressively near the stream, muttering curses under his breath. "Those holy sword-wielding bastards... thinking they can dictate who wields what. I'll carve my own path, damn the Project!"
His voice was a low growl, laced with the pain of his canon backstory—the Excalibur experiments that had claimed his childhood friends.
Akari froze, heart skipping. Kiba? Here? Alone and pissed off? This is way off-script. The timeline's already butterflied because of me messing with Issei.
She considered slipping away, but curiosity—and the tantalizing prospect of his Sword Birth Sacred Gear—rooted her in place. Sword Birth: the ability to create holy-demonic swords from thin air, a mid-tier powerhouse that could complement her Boosted Gear perfectly. If she could... absorb it? The Infinite Womb stirred at the thought, a subtle heat blooming in her core.
As if sensing her presence, Kiba whirled around, his anger fracturing like glass when his gaze landed on her. The fury in his eyes softened to surprise, then something warmer—appreciation, perhaps even longing.
He straightened, running a hand through his hair with a sheepish chuckle. "Oh... sorry about that. Didn't mean to startle you. I'm Yuuto Kiba. You... you're not from around here, are you? That lost look suits you." His voice smoothed into its charm, the knightly poise returning like a well-worn mask.
Akari blinked, playing along with a shy tilt of her head. "Akari Hayashi. I live nearby—well, near Kuoh Academy. Just out for a walk. You looked like you needed to vent. Bad day?"
They fell into easy conversation as they wandered the park's empty paths, the anger draining from Kiba like water from a sieve. He confessed his "frustrations" with vague school politics—Akari knew better, piecing together his holy sword vendetta from her otaku knowledge—while she shared harmless tidbits about her "boring" life as a convenience store clerk. What do you like?
Kiba leaned against a tree, smiling. "Swords, of course—fencing, the elegance of a well-balanced blade. And quiet places like this, away from the noise. Good coffee, too. Helps with the long nights studying."
Akari laughed softly, twirling a summoned strawberry between her fingers before popping it into her mouth. "I like simple things: walks like this, trying new foods—I've got a knack for finding the best street eats. And books. Escaping into stories where the underdog wins." Like me, stealing powers from the stars of the show.
What don't you like? The conversation deepened as the sun dipped lower, the park emptying of its rare joggers and dog-walkers. Kiba's expression darkened briefly.
"Hypocrites. People who wield power without honor—twisting sacred things for their own gain. And... loneliness, I suppose. The weight of expectations." Akari nodded, her exposed midriff catching a breeze that made her shiver slightly.
"Crowds that swallow you whole. Being overlooked, like you're just background noise. And perverts," she added with a wry grin, thinking of her first two "encounters." Kiba laughed, a genuine sound that lit his face. "Fair enough. Though I'd never be that crude."
Their talk flowed like a gentle stream—favorite seasons (autumn for him, spring for her), dream travels (Europe's castles for Kiba, hidden beaches for Akari)—building an unexpected rapport. For a moment, Akari forgot the cheat coiled in her womb, lost in the normalcy of it all.
But normalcy shattered in a shocking instant. They'd looped back to a secluded grove, the oaks forming a natural alcove where the world felt miles away—no footsteps, no voices, just the rustle of leaves and their shared silence.
Kiba stopped abruptly, his hand brushing hers, then gripping it firmly. Before Akari could react, he pushed her back against the rough bark of a massive tree, his body pinning hers with surprising intensity.
His blue eyes locked onto hers, no longer calm but stormy with raw desire. "Akari... I can't hold back anymore. I've never... done this before. I want to lose my virginity. To you. Right here."
The words hung heavy, his breath warm against her neck, one hand already tracing the edge of her exposed stomach. Shock froze her—Kiba? The perfect knight? Kiba's all about loyalty and restraint!—but her mind raced ahead. Sword Birth. If this works... his gear, his demonic power, all mine. The womb's already hungry. Heart pounding, she met his gaze, whispering, "Okay, Yuuto. Show me."
2 Hours Later
Kiba shuddered in release, his cock buried to the hilt in her infinite womb as he pumped the last of his seed, the child sealing forever. He pulled out with a wet gasp, panting heavily, lips swollen from their deep kisses, her breasts heaving with red, sucked-raw marks. Akari slumped against the tree, catching her breath, a satisfied haze clouding her thoughts—until the screen flickered into existence.
1. Ability: Transform absorbed from Harry Grant.
Details: User can transform into any being user desires, altering physical appearance and scent to match perfectly. Limits: Cannot access or use the powers, abilities, or innate energies of the transformed being.
2. Ability: Multiverse Travel absorbed from Harry Grant.
Details: Allows user to open portals and travel to any location across the multiverse, including alternate dimensions, timelines, or worlds. No cooldown or limits on destinations.
Akari's eyes widened in horror, the haze shattering. Harry Grant? Who the fuck is— She looked up, and the man before her—panting, disheveled, with that golden hair and blue eyes—was no longer the poised devil knight.
The demonic aura had vanished, his features sharpening into those of a normal 22-year-old: average build, messy blond hair (not quite golden), plain brown eyes, and a smug, fading grin that screamed "imposter."
The transformation had unraveled with the absorption, leaving Harry Grant—a nobody from some forgotten multiverse corner, apparently a pervert with stolen powers—exposed and powerless. "What... how did you—?" he stammered, backing away, realizing too late.
Rage ignited in Akari's chest, hot and unyielding. He pretended to be Kiba. Used me. Almost got me killed if Rias's peerage caught wind.
The Boosted Gear roared to life in her soul, Ddraig's voice a distant rumble: Boost. Power doubled in an instant—strength, speed, senses sharpening to superhuman edges.
She lunged, faster than he could blink, fist cracking into his jaw with bone-shattering force. Harry reeled, spitting blood, but she was relentless: a knee to his gut doubled him over, then an elbow to the temple sent him sprawling into the dirt.
"You thought you could play me?" she snarled, boosted punches raining down—ribs cracking, arms flailing uselessly. He begged, "Please, it was just a thrill—your body, I saw you from afar—" but her final strike, a boosted palm to his throat, crushed his windpipe. He gurgled, eyes bulging, then went still. One hell of a beating, ended in death.
Breathing hard, Akari dragged his limp body to the grove's center. No traces. No witnesses. The new Multiverse Travel ability hummed intuitively; with a thought, she tore open a swirling portal beneath him—a yawning maw of cosmic fire, leading straight to the heart of a distant sun.
His corpse tumbled through, incinerating in an instant flash of plasma, the portal snapping shut with a whisper of vacuum. The park returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
She dressed quickly, summoning water to cleanse the blood from her hands, and slipped away, the weight of three children now in her womb.
Four hours later, twilight painted Akari's bedroom in soft purples, the average house quiet save for her steady breaths. She stood fully naked before the full-length mirror propped against the wall, the door locked, curtains drawn.
Her reflection stared back: average height, soft curves that had borne three invasions yet remained unmarked on the surface, her exposed midriff—now a canvas of faint, fading squeezes—rising and falling with each inhale.
She traced her breasts, still tender from the hard sucking, nipples pebbled in the cool air, then lower, palms splaying over her flat stomach where the Infinite Womb thrummed with life.
Three children, she marveled, sensing them in stasis: the pervert's spawn granting endless feasts, Issei's dragon heir fueling her boosts, and now Harry's—whatever twisted soul he was—unlocking transformation and multiversal gates. No bulges, no signs; just power, coiled inside.
A status screen flickered unbidden, but she dismissed it, focusing instead on the absorbed gifts. Transform. With a mental nudge, her form shimmered—hair lengthening to crimson waves, eyes turning emerald, scent shifting to lavender and brimstone.
Rias Gremory stared back from the mirror, perfect mimicry save for the lack of demonic power. She shifted again: Issei's goofy grin on her face, his musky teenage scent clinging. Limits keep it safe. No one suspects a shape-shifter stealing their essence.
Reverting to Akari, she smiled dangerously. Multiverse Travel... anywhere. Escape routes, scouting, even poaching powers from other worlds? The possibilities...
She turned sideways, hand pressing gently against her womb, feeling the subtle presences. Sword Birth? No. But this? Better. Harry Grant was a fake, a predator from gods-know-where, but he handed me keys to infinity.
The Boosted Gear purred approval, Ddraig's voice clearer now: Partner... power grows.
Akari laughed softly, a sound of quiet triumph, as she found a silk robe and slipped it on. The extra was evolving, one stolen spark at a time. And me? Untouchable soon.