Story: Loot Crate

There are limits to human ability, no matter how much practise we perform or how naturally talented we may be. A hard barrier, a wall that cannot be crossed. You will never see a human being bench press an adult blue whale with a single hand, nor shall you see a human leap over Mount Everest. Such things are impossible for normal human ability.

Where the Level Upper was concerned, that hard limit was at level 50. To reach beyond that limit would require a huge amount of experience points, even for the Level Upper... but once it did, strange and bizarre things would start to happen. At that point it's not merely "talented", but more like a "superpower".

Right about then Issei had not yet crossed the rubicon with his "touching girls" skill, but he's not as far off as one might think. He had been in quite a lot of contact with Rias today so far, for example: Her entering the pawns into his chest in such an... unusual manner had garnered quite a fair chunk of EXP. Toss on top of that other matters like the investigation, rubbing liquid orgasm over Koneko's entire class, the Fallen Angels trying to exhaust him by throwing girls at him left and right, and the fact that the ORC now truly and genuinely believed it was normal for them to maximise his perverted antics... Well, it's only natural that he would gain extreme amounts of EXP in short order.

In point of fact one might almost call it normal.

Rather less than normal is a pair of Devils trying to perform an exorcism. Both Issei and Rias were standing outside the perverted locker room. With Rias making Issei grope her breasts under the pretense that it was part of the exorcism process. Naturally.

“So this is a normal method of exorcism?” Issei asked, wondering if perhaps the world had once again increased in perversion without him noticing.

Really, he should stop. He should stop saying things were normal. But Issei was a typical shonen protagonist in that he only had an ounce of common sense when the plot demanded it. For now exorcists of all stripes across the world now had to find a big breasted redhead to feel up while they got their spirit banishing groove on.

“Yes, it is perfectly ordinary.” There was a moment of silence before she waved one hand towards her Akeno. Her minion followed suit, moving left of Issei and starting to dance in a clearly erotic manner. The dark-haired beauty was wearing a shrine maiden outfit and nothing else, since the shape of her breasts and butt could be easily made out.

"Akeno, if you would please?"

"Of course!" Akeno said, smiling a little sadistically for Issei's taste. She stepped behind Issei, and began to hump into his back with tremendous enthusiasm. "Mmmm! Oh dear, it looks like the track team is getting changed in there. If we are to save them, there's only one thing for it."

"What is it?" Issei asked. He was wary about going back in that room until they had it cleared up. It was so bad that there was even a label on the outside calling it a perverted room!

"As they leave.. You have to smack their asses. With the flat of your palm. Let it crack like a whip."

Akeno listened to the plan of her King and couldn’t help but smile as the image of Issei slapping his way through the asses of the track team appeared in her mind. Hell, she really wanted to see that, really, really wanted so see that. It would be so hot!

Fortunately for her, she was wearing a ring made explicitly meant to fulfil wishes of sexual desire. Didn’t even have to be spoken out, or even use the word “wish” for it to work.

So Issei found his doubts regarding the entire matter fading into the background. He had to fix this, then go looking for the accursed criminal that was perverting the school and had stolen the glory of bras!

Then the door opened, and the track team strode out one by one with their hands on their hips and... and frankly, they had bodies that were pretty ill suited for this kind of athletics. Issei was pretty sure they weren't all as curvy as this. Not that he was complaining exactly, but it was further evidence that the room was a perverted source of reality warping.

The first girl looked at him, then immediately gripped her ankles as though putting her butt on display for him. Koneko (wearing a shrine maiden's robe that was two sizes too large for her) then stepped in and flipped up the girl's skirt.

Before he knew what he was doing Issei was spanking that butt. The sound of palm on cheek really was like a cracked whip. The sound echoed down the corridor much like the warm feeling of her flesh echoed through his nervous system. As for the girl he had hit, she whimpered and for a moment, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. Her lower body tensed and relaxed before a strange sigh escaped her lips and she walked off, rubbing her legs together in the process.

In the process, Issei's level upper made a small unnoticed beep. His 'touching girls' skill had just hit level 50.

They filed out one by one, each and every one of them possessed of outrageous curves. Well... Rias and Akeno were a bit sexier in his view, but it was kind of eerie seeing a bunch of random girls having pretty much the same figure. Was some part of the room’s perversion trick making everyone have the exact same body?

Regardless, the same thing happened every time that one of them left the room. They bend over, Koneko flips their skirt, Rias and Akeno get a little bit... handsier than they had been a moment ago, and Issei's hand smack that ass like a pinata.

Finally the last person stepped out of the changing room, and he quickly identified her as the suddenly transformed track team captain. Like every girl before her, she bent over and Koneko revealed her peach-shaped ass. Instantly Issei raised his hand once again and gave a final slap, the sound echoing throughout the corridor loud enough to be heard in the adjacent classrooms.

Akeno and Rias were shifting from one foot to the other and rubbing their legs together, not unlike the track team captain. And Koneko had opened the front of her oversized clothes and was waving cool air at her small chest as if to cool herself.

By now tears stained Issei's cheeks. Truly, this should be heaven... and yet he could only think of it as hell. Whoever was responsible for this, whatever mischief they were up to... he would surely make them pay!

Ah, but he suddenly remembered. He had somewhere else to be.

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"So, what exactly are we going to do with the student council under our thumb?"

Kalawarner scowled at her fellow Fallen Angel, immediately suspicious of the question. She still felt that Issei had his hooks in her, deep inside of her after the breast massage he'd given. With his ridiculous ability to twist people’s memories and awareness, who knew what he had put into her head? Perhaps she was a sleeper, just a keyword away from stripping naked and masturbating for his pleasure?

The only good thing was that he likely didn’t know they were after him. Unless he asked Mittelt ‘are you a Fallen Angel’, there was a good chance he just thought of her as another girl to turn into a sexy little plaything.

"That's simple," Kalawarner explained as the apparatus created in their brand new 'brainwashing room' finished off yet another member of the council. They had lured about half of them here by this point. "We use them as our eyes and ears, and sent them after Issei so that when we finally get those breast massages he won't have the energy to really put us under."

Though they really did need those massages. Dammit! Her titties were in good need of an expert fondling!

"Hrm... Well, I don't know, that seems a little bit short sighted," Mittelt said. "Shouldn't we go after his classmates? They'd be more likely to exhaust him than the student council. Right?"

That... actually made pretty good sense. Come to think they might even be able to get some teachers in on this as well... All that she had to do was set up appointments, and things will start going her way. No need to even brainwash them, so long as the appointments were set they could do anything they liked. She could already see it, the entire curriculum set up to make sure Issei would be busy with all the sexy things possible. He wouldn't be in any kind of state to inflict his manipulations on them!

Of course, it's worth reiterating the problem with this plan. Namely, it is ignorant of the fact that the more sexy funtime Issei has, the more talented his nimble fingers will be when it comes time for some Fallen Angel breast massages. Not to mention it also increased the chance that he would make a comment about the ‘normality’ of said sexy funtime.

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Ugh... It was frustrating really. As much as Issei desperately wanted to continue with his investigation, he really did have to return to class. He had an appointment for it, after all. Or something? Well, whatever. He had a lot to think about.

"Welcome back Issei," his teacher said. "You're just in time to serve up a demonstration for this afternoon's lesson: Blowjobs and you."

Right. Okay. Right. So, Issei nodded his head very quickly and then quickly turned around to leave, only to find his new fellow club members guiding him back in.

"Issei, it's clear that your classroom is compromised," Rias said, while pushing him onto his seat. "We should play along for now... to best understand the full extent of the corruption."

“Teacher, can I partner up with Issei?” Koneko and Akeno asked at the same time, causing Rias to sputter at not having thought of that herself.

"Us too!" said every other girl in the class at once. Well. That sounded suspicious. And like a dream he'd had last week. He should probably object to this - but... At the same time it was on his schedule, so he kind of felt like he ought to roll with it.

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"Mittelt, you are a genius," Kalawarner said. Then she turned around and saw Mittelt playing with a pair of dolls. One looked like her. The other looked like Issei.

"Everyone says you're dangerous, but you're just a normal guy," Mittelt said. "So I'll use my big breasts to turn you into my slave. Teehee!"

"I retract the compliment," Kalawarner said. "Your breast size is not nearly impressive enough to turn a man into your slave."

If looks could kill, Mittelt would have committed genocide right about then. “Well he was certainly not complaining when massaging my chest!”

Kalawarner shrugged and sighed wearily. Honestly, that act was getting old. "In any event, by now Issei will be caught up in a blowjob lesson at his classroom. That should run from now until time for our breast massage, which I'm in desperate need of because - Nnnrgh! A-Anyway! His balls will be so drained by the time that he gets to us that he won't have anything left to turn us into his slaves. Then, after he's finished with that, we can use the brainwashing room to bring him under our control instead!"

It was the perfect plan. Really and truly perfect. If not for the fact that, even as they spoke, Issei crossed that rubicon, and his 'touching girls' skill finally reached the mythical supernatural heights of level 51. Heaven help them all.

1. Issei notices his new supernatural powers. Thinks it's because he's a devil now.
2. Kiba arrives to Feng Shui Issei's classroom.
3. Magical Girl Sona discovers the Brainwashing Room and teaches the Fallen Angels a lesson.
4. Same as above... but enough of the Student Council work for the Fallen Angels to make it a real struggle.
5. Something else