If you asked anyone that knew her, the only time the word 'confrontational' would be used in the same sentence as Asia Argento, the word 'not' usually accompanied it. Even so. Here she was. Standing at the front gate to Kuoh Academy, with her new friends standing nearby. This was it. The school where a Devil by the name of Issei Hyoudou was apparently running amok
Her face was flush. Her tits heaving in anticipation. She didn't want to hurt anyone, not by any means. She simply wanted to discuss with Issei why he shouldn't be doing what he was doing. That was all. A nice friendly chat. Her hand absently went to her tit and squeezed it through her, ahem, adjusted habit. Mittelt had been quite insistent on adding a sort of black spider web design around her chest for some reason.
A slight whimper left her lips, a touch more erotic than she would normally make. Whatever technique he was using to make himself popular to girls, it must be some mind melting devil trick. In which case, she'd make the point of showing him her tits, and bouncing them in front of his eyes, and then asking him how it would feel if she used these tits bouncing and jiggling and shaking and jiggling and bouncing and shaking to melt his brain and make him into her puppet to do with whatever she desired.
Then, of course, she'd pull him into an embrace and use these tits to give him a holy blessing.
"W-Woah, check her out!" said a girl, obviously a student at this school. A girl carrying a kendo stick over her shoulder, accompanied by a couple of other girls. Aha! They might be able to help!
Of course, Asia had no idea at all that this was the Kendo club, who Issei had accidentally brainwashed into becoming big fans of breasts following a certain shower incident.
"Hello there, my name is Asia Argento." She curtseyed, making interesting things happen to her tits. Interesting things like bouncing and jiggling underneath her habit, which the girls of the club couldn't help but admire lustfully.
"Ooh, her tits are as amazing as <i>hers</i>," one of the club members whispered to another. They all nodded in agreement. "Sooooo good!"
"The King of Breasts would surely appreciate them," another whispered back.
"The King of Breasts?" Raynare asked, easily picking up on this. The club looked at her as if noticing her for the first time, which bloody well says something because she wasn't in human guise, she was in her fallen angel guise. You know. That extremely slutty dark black bikini that shows off basically everything? You don't ignore that too easily.
Though, fun fact, on the way there everyone actually had missed Raynare's weird dress sense because of Asia. Anyway. Raynare continued her question.
"That would be Issei Hyoudou, wouldn't it?" Raynare asked. Trying not to stare too much at Asia so she could focus on the task at hand. Which wasn't easy because, well, those tits were right there and she was pretty mind whammied by them at this point. "Issei Hyoudou is the King of Breasts?"
"Well, duh. Of course he is!" The entire club treated this as if it was an obvious statement. Like, water is wet, a mouse is small, the moon is in the sky, Asia's tits melt your brain if you stare at them too long. Those kinds of self evident truths, that are practically by definition.
“So.. what exactly does him being the King of Breasts entail?” Ranyare asked, wondering if she would like the answer.
"It means he gets to study breasts whenever he likes, obviously!"
“All boobs belong to Issei and we need to show them off whenever possible.”
The kendo club were shaking their heads at this in utter disbelief. "Wow, you didn't even know that? What rock have you been living under?"
"It's obvious then," Kalawarner said. "These girls have been enchanted by that Devil, Issei Hyoudou. He has put them under his spell for his own perverted intentions."
Then Kalawarner planted her face into Asia's cleavage and took a deep, deep breath. Yes, go ahead, please criticise Issei for his perverted intentions.
"My goodness," Mittelt tittered behind the back of her hand. "Those skimpy uniforms, my my! Could it be that this is something Issei has enforced too? That dirty minded devil!"
Actually no the school uniform had always been like this, but Raynare was a bit too distracted with envy at the sight of Kallawarner sniffing Asia's tits to point that out. Let's all be honest with ourselves. Kallawarner bending over to plant her face in dem titties is a sight that should distract pretty much anyone with working eyes.
"Please!" Asia pleaded, eyes sparkling with innocence. Genuine, actual, honest to goodness innocence from someone who looked like that. "I want to speak to someone in authority!"
Jiggle jiggle jiggle. The Kendo club's already pliable brains went splat, then they turned on their heel and made a beeline right for the student council's office, leaving three amused Fallen Angels and a grateful busty nun cheerfully waving after them.
"Thank you! I'll wait right here!" Asia said.
"How do you know they're not just ignoring you?" Raynare asked. She knew the <i>right</i> answer to that question, in that Asia's tits made her impossible to ignore. But this girl - despite her hypnotits - was far too unaware of the power she wielded to think of that.
"Hrm, because they seem like good people!" Asia gave her a big thumbs up. Somewhere inside all three Fallen Angels, a small part of them that remained from their lives before they surrendered to those tits fell over with laughter at the sheer level of naivety from this busty girl. "We'll be seeing them again in no time flat!"
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Sona Sitri is often noted for her intelligence, and there was a reason for that. This girl was more than a pretty face and the Sitri family name. She could play one hundred games of chess at once, blindfolded, and stand a good chance of beating any human player you cared to throw at her. Quite a few Devil players would struggle against her too, and they'd been playing the game a <i>lot</i> longer. It takes a thousand hours to master something, right? Imagine living thousands of years.
Still, she was unquestionably a prodigy at the game and it extended to other areas as well. Tactical thinking was her forte. She was good at it, and she liked doing it. She enjoyed a good challenge, and she'd even gone so far as to leverage her own physical appeal and social status as a lure to acquire it.
Namely: By promising to only marry someone who could beat her in a game of chess. Many had tried. All had failed. Naturally, they had misunderstood the idea, believing that all they had to do to get her into bed was defeat her in a game of chess. While that was a prerequisite, such a thing would be insufficient alone. All it would do is garner her interest in you. That is to say - the first step of courtship. By no means the last.
Though what was on her mind right now was not a chess game, but rather her best frenemy Rias Gremory. If you're going to have a rival best to make it a strong one, and there were few of her peer group stronger than Rias. Very, very few. The trouble was that her behaviour of late had been strange. Peculiar. Outright weird. Her behaviour had become a lot more focused on her new piece, noted pervert Issei Hyoudou.
Then there were the bizarre claims made by certain members of her peerage right after Issei was recruited. That he was somehow manipulating the others with a giant hypnotic phallus. It had seemed like a ridiculous joke at the time, but the more Sona thought on the matter the more out of place it seemed. She had tried sending in a member of her own peerage to investigate when given the opportunity - but apparently Issei's only power was a Twice Critical.
It didn't make sense. Even if he did something ridiculous like boost his genital size, it would not induce a hypnotic effect. Such a thing was ridiculous on the size of it. She had heard of strange and bizarre abilities being developed, but hypnotic genitals? Ridiculous. Utterly -
There was a knock on the door. Idle conversation. Tsubaki talking to someone. Sona tuned it out. Whoever it was, it was not important enough to merit her attention when there was all this work to do.
" - nun by the gate."
The folder was slammed shut, and Sona was on her feet in an instant. That was pretty ballsy, marching up to the school and trying to get her attention. She considered calling in Rias - but her unusual behaviour of late...
"How many?" Sona asked Katase, a member of the kendo club.
"Uh, there were four girls," Katase said, all blurry eyed and distant. Classic sings of mental manipulation. "The nun with the biiiig tits, a slutty crow lady, a goth wannabe, and a lady with long legs, but that's about the only feature she has that really stands out."
That description of Kallawarner is part of the usual description most anyone would give, by the way. The only thing missing was "big boobs", but when you're standing next to someone with the power of titnosis, well, they don't seem so big anymore.
Anyway, Sona didn't know who they were, but her instincts were saying "supernatural". If a nun was with them, that meant either "heaven" or "Fallen Angel." Possibly another faction, but one of those two was a much safer bet. That was not quite enough information for her. She needed more.
"What did they want?"
"They wanted Issei's peeeeeniiiiis," Murayama said. "Or maybe his tiiiits!"
"His tits and his cock are as nice as the nun's," Katase said, matter of fact as you like. "So nice, so big and wonderful."
They both sighed in unison. All of a sudden Sona was feeling a headache coming on. There's no such thing as hypnotic genitals. And that boy most certainly did not possess breasts, neither magical nor mundane!
Still... That did not mean she should be anything less than cautious when dealing with an unknown quantity that was almost certainly an enemy. Sona Sitri would not rush in like a fool, no matter how ridiculous or ludicrous the situation might be!
"You may leave, I have been informed," Sona said. "Tsubaki, bring the rest of the student council. We have some plans to discuss."
- Meanwhile, the ORC is discussing their next move.
- ... While Issei has been sent out on an errand so they can speak more openly.
- Sona lasts zero seconds against the power of titnosis.
- Something else
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