For all of his life, Issei Hyoudou had a dream. A harem of busty women, willingly and eagerly draping themselves all over him. Allowing him to kiss, to lick, to fondle and grope their breasts as much as he wanted. Such a dream would be impossible, others might tell him. And did, in fact, when he spoke about it aloud. Others might tell him it was a fantasy not worth chasing.
Yet here he was in the ORC with three Fallen Angels clinging to his body like someone clinging to a life preserver in the middle of the ocean. If the life preserver was also dispensing free candy.
"Issei, please massage my che~est!" Raynare begged.
"No, me! I deserve it more!" Kalawarner elbowed Raynare aside. Then both their heads were pushed down, revealing Mittelt as the culprit, batting her gothic eyes at him pleadingly, while otherwise not saying a word.
Needless to say, but some fantasies aren't quite what you imagined. This is where you expect 'it's better than he dreamed'? No! It was kind of creepy! The way their eyes were gleaming when they looked at him! The submissive body language that went against their apparent character types! It was like he'd made a wish on a monkey's paw, he was almost getting aroused in spite of himself!
"Oh, is something wrong Issei?" aske Rias Gremory, watching him with a strange smile on her face. "Not enjoying yourself?"
Not enjoying himself? No! He wasn't! He wanted to do the romantic stuff too! Like going to a movie, eating parfait, making out late at night in the park - then do the lewd and raunchy stuff! You Can't dive right into the lewd part! How was he supposed to enjoy three busty babes who would do anything he -
"Hold on, I can make them go out on dates and then reward them with breast massages..." Issei said. "Yeah, hold on, I can still make this work..."
Sona coughed to get his attention. "Not to rain on your parade, but it is the opinion of Magical Girl Sona Sitri that the evil enemy that banished the mysterious item called 'bra' from this reality is - none other than yourself, using these perfectly normal earrings!"
Imagine a statue breaking apart in real time. That statue was Issei. He... he was the fiend responsible for making bras not exist anymore? No... No! Nooooo! Then surely this was his punishment for such a crime! To be given exactly what he thought he wanted - yet having all the fun taken out of it!
"How will he explain this to his parents?" Koneko wondered aloud. Ah! That was yet another substantial problem! The way these girls were now, there was no way that they would want to live anywhere but his home!
"They'll be ordinary humans, they can be brainwashed into accepting this," Akeno said. "For now, we should focus on who sent these strange and dangerous items to us."
"H-Hey, let's not talk about casually brainwashing my parents like this!" Issei yelled. "Look, if this stupid earring made bras vanish, then I don't want it anymore! One of you take them!"
He ripped them off his ears, somehow not hurting himself in the process, and tossed them across the room where Kiba caught them without any issue. However, something strange happened when he opened his hand. Even though everyone in the room had seen them catch the earrings, somehow when he opened his fist they weren't there.
"How peculiar, I am certain I caught them," Kiba said "Wait,more than that - the book of feng shui also seems to have vanished."
Huh? The weird items were... vanishing? Issei patted himself down, and held out the weird Level Upper device. It was still there, but felt sort of... lighter? He tapped at the buttons, noticed his level 55 'Touch girls' skill - and also noticed that there was something else going on here.
'Transferred skill - Level permanently set to minimum of 55'
But then... it flat out disappeared. Looking around he could see Sona's wand was also vanishing, as was the ring being worn by Akeno, and the items the Fallen Angels had with them when they were, ahem, captured. Disappearing one by one as if they'd never been there.
It was strange. Everyone in the room was left confused - but at the same time, Issei had this weird feeling like nothing was resolved yet. Bras still didn't exist, he could tell by looking at the chests of all the girls in this room.
But the really weird part was when he had this really strong impression, like someone had said "Winner of Round 1: Issei Hyoudou. Prizes, permanent level 55 for Touching Girls skill despite loss of Level Upper, Fallen Angel harem, lustful intentions of Rias Gremory, Akeno Himejima, Sona Sitri, Koneko Toujou, Aika Kiryuu, and every girl in his and Koneko's class."
Which seemed like kind of a big deal. Although, his attention was quickly ripped from that and onto Rias and Sona as they began to pace the room.
"That felt like a retrieval of some sort," Rias began. "Almost as though the items had done what they were intended to."
"Or perhaps they could no longer do what they were intended to do," Sona countered. "Either is equally possible at this point."
"Hrm, a fine point as usual," Rias said. "Not enough information."
"Then we work from the information we do have," Sona said. "What do we know about these items?"
"They seem to be almost designed to cause chaos, especially of a perverted nature."
"Even if the person they were sent to has no perverted intentions. Yes... Magical Girl Sona Sitri agrees with you!"
Something about this was enthralling for Issei to watch. Set aside how smoking hot these two were, but the way they were circling around each other, bouncing around their thoughts was... It was like watching two extremely powerful beings in a conference. Towering over him, bouncing their own thoughts back and forward. Watching them like this really left him with the sense that this was a pair of Devils, rather than merely extremely hot girls.
"Oooh, Master has good taste," Raynare whispered while nibbling his ear. "Give her a breast massage, she'll be putty in your hands."
"Not before he gives us another one," Kallawarner cooed lovingly, pinning his arm into her cleavage. "Mmmmf, yes! Even your forearm makes me feel moist!"
Arousing, yet disturbing. Try to ignore them for now, figure out what to do with them later. Focus on the Devils! Focus on the -
"Where did Rias and Sona go?" he asked. Sure enough, the two of them were flat out gone.
"Checking up on where the gifts came from," Akeno said. "For Sona, hers claimed to come from her big sister. For Rias, her fiance."
"Oh, of course," Issei nodded. "That makes sense. If it turns out that they didn't send the gifts, then it means - Fiance?!"
"Shall we cuck him?!" Mittelt asked, a little too excitedly. "I've always had a thing for netorare!"
... Guh, how was it possible to be in both heaven and hell at the same time?! Surely such a thing should be mutually exclusive!
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The relationship between Sona and her big sister was complicated. Big mood, right? Well... Here's the trouble. Rias and Sona were sort of in a similar boat. Their older siblings were among the absolute strongest Devils going. Serafall Leviathan and Sirzechs Lucifer. In the Devil world, one only crossed either of them if you had a death wish. Even then, there were less painful ways to go.
Throw onto that the fact that the two of them had fairly obvious fascinations with their little sister. Sirzechs dotted on Rias, nigh-on spoiling her at times, to the point that some came away with the impression that he wanted something a little less healthy from her than an older brother should want. Though really, Sona knew better. He was merely extremely protective of her, that was all.
Then there was Serafall.
"Control yourself," Sona said while dialling the phone number. "Just because you're being magically manipulated into wanting nothing more than to be a fun loving magical girl, who fights for justice and love, never giving up no matter the odds - "
Deep breath. The urge was strong. Very, very strong. She really, really wanted to strut around in a stupid frilly uniform using magic to fix all the problems that lay before her - but that was merely an effect of this wand. An effect she couldn't seem to break. In part because it was compelling her to want to give in to it. That was the insidious part. A Devil's magic is at least partly based on their imagination, meaning that if you try to do something that goes against a deep seated desire it becomes very difficult to make it work.
The problem here was that Serafall <i>also</i> wanted Sona to be a magical girl. As part of her television show. Because Serafall Leviathan was not only one of the strongest Devils around, she was also -
"Hi, hi! It's Levia-Tan! Is my adorable little sister contacting me in the middle of the school day?
The urge to jump on top of the table, throw a cute salute and introduce herself as 'Magical Girl Sona Sitri' was so insidiously overwhelming that she was standing on the table and throwing the salute before she knew what she was doing. While holding that pose, and drawing upon every. Single. Fibre. Of. Her. Being. Sona managed to keep her tone sounding normal. And not at all magical girlish.
"Hello sister, I received a strange package today and was trying to identify the sender," Sona said. "Did you send me anything recently?"
"Hrm? It arrived already?!" her sister gasped. "No way! Did my magical girl costume arrive?! Does it fit?"
Sona's eyes glazed over. Her sister had sent a costume. Her sister had designed and sent her a costume. Normally such things would be vacuum sealed and put in a wardrobe somewhere, only to be worn for the purpose of sharing pictures with Serafall for the purpose of keeping her from getting upset. This time though, her thighs clenched together, she wanted to wear it, she wanted to wear it now!
"N-no! It wasn't that, it was a different sort of strange gift," Sona forced out. "You didn't send it then?"
"That's the only thing I have sent recently. Hrm? Someone else has been sending strange packages to my little sister...?"
"It is fine, I will investigate this myself," Sona said. "I won't keep any more of your time."
"Aw, but speaking to you is never a waste of time!" Serafall whimpered. Ugh! Sona managed to hang up the phone somehow, and climbed off her desk.
"J-Just because Magical Girl Sona Sitri wants to be a magical girl, doesn't mean that our relationship has changed that much..." Sona said to herself. Blasted troublemaking wand!
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Rias Gremory did not want the engagement to Riser Phoenix. It was arranged entirely by their families. A power move. The Phoenix clan had amazing restorative properties, to the point that a single tear could bring anyone from a point so close to death to make the point academic, all the way up to full strength. The Phoenix Tears were an astonishing resource, which they had the full monopoly towards. This granted them an astonishing amount of clout in Devil society, even though most of the other clans with clout could probably erase them from existence without much difficulty.
As such it makes perfect sense. The Gremory clan could expand its influence to greater heights merely by marrying her off to one of the Phoenix. Her feelings on the matter, flatly, did not matter. As for Riser's feelings, he seemed to be perfectly on board with it.
"How rare," Riser said. "For you to contact me out of the blue like this. Could it be that you wish to step up our timetable?"
Worth remembering that Riser wasn't actually a <i>bad person</i>, per se. A little on the cocky side. He might even be a good husband. However, he was not the husband that Rias had in mind. You want more of a reason for a young woman to escape an arranged marriage? She did not love him. She did not desire him. She did not especially feel that the arrangement would be as beneficial to her family as her parents seemed to believe.
"Not at all, Riser," Rias said. "I merely wanted to ask you -"
"What I thought of your presents?" Riser interrupted. "So thoughtful of you to send them along. It had only just arrived, my darling fiancee."
The colour drained from her face, and Rias sat up and straightened as if an electric shock had hit her. A gift? From her? Someone had sent something off to Riser with her name attached? That was all but confirmation - He hadn't sent anything to her, had he? Someone else was -
"Riser, this is very important," she said in her most serious tone. "Do not use them. I believe they are enchanted -"
"Of course they are, my beloved," Riser said. See, this is what she was talking about. He was so desperate to please her that he wasn't really paying attention to what she was trying to tell him. "Any gift sent between an engaged couple is bound to be enchanted in some way."
"I didn't send them," Rias said. "That's the problem. I think it's a trap of some sort. Someone sent a pair of items to me in your name, and they've caused nothing but mischief."
Well, strictly speaking, her items didn't seem to have done much of anything yet, but no reason to be pedantic about it. Still, she could only hope that she could persuade him to drop this matter before things got out of hand.
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Back in the Occult Research Club's main room, Issei was sitting on the floor fully erect. He knew he was erect. Everyone else in the room knew he was erect. And the matter wasn't especially helped by the fact that all the girls in the room had decided to randomly pair up and start making out right in front of him.
Well... not all of the girls. The Fallen Angels were still fawning over him.
"Issei, what do we have to do to get you to give us another breast massage?" Raynare asked. "Should I set another appointment? Or...?"
"Ah! Cut it out already! Even though I'm not this much of a horndog!" Issei yelled. Though do note that he was still copping a feel. They were really damned hot, after all.
Akeno's lips broke apart from Koneko's with a satisfying plop, and she let out a playful giggle. "I don't know what you're complaining about," she said. "I mean, here we are specifically putting on a show for your benefit, while three pretty Fallen Angels mewl all over you. What's wrong with a healthy young man enjoying that?"
"Because I accidentally mindfucked them! That's what!" Issei said through tears. "My hands are lewd weapons, capable of reducing any pretty girl into a hot mess on the floor! That's awesome, and kinda intimidating! What if I hug my mother and - And!"
"Ah," Koneko nodded. "I thought he was worried because the Fallen Angel faction will inevitably start to hunt him for this."
The... Fallen Angel faction?
"That's true," Akeno nodded. Still clinging onto Koneko's much smaller body. "I suppose that it's inevitable that Heaven will notice as well. A new Devil having a harem of slutty Fallen Angels at his beck and call isn't something that's happened before."
Heaven... and the Fallen Angels will... Come after him?! Ugh, how could this possibly get any worse?!
"Well, if you don't mind, I'm just going to take a quick shower," Akeno said. Oh yeah, that's right, there was a shower in the middle of the room. "No peeking now, Issei!"
That, it turned out, was not a problem. Because somehow - inexplicably - the shower suddenly contained not only Akeno, not only Issei, not only Koneko, but also all the girls in Koneko's class and enough liquid orgasm for him to lather them all up. Which was almost certainly the effect of one of those items.
Somehow, he didn't think life was going to get much easier for him after this. Truly, this was heaven and hell rolled into one!
- Riser considers the 'gifts' that Rias has sent him.
- Meanwhile, Irina receives a mysterious package from 'Issei'.
- Asia is lost and alone, with only her gifts from God for company.
- That night, Issei has to sleep in a bed with all of his Fallen Angels.
- Something else
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