Story: DxD Loot Crate

You know what, stuff waiting. Aika Kiryu was not exactly known for being a patient woman, and becoming a big bootied nerd hadn't changed that in the least. Her target tonight was Issei Hyoudou. By her side, his two dorky, dumb friends. Completely and thoroughly brainwashed by her butt. Which was a pretty pathetic way to go under, but she wasn't complaining.

Anyway! That over there was the Hyoudou residence. Rather than wait for tomorrow, she was going to grab him at home instead. It shouldn't be too hard. Grab his dumb parents, put them under her power, then he would be an easy mark. At least, in theory. In practise... we'll have to see about that, won't we?

However, as they were approaching his home, Aika noticed something a bit odd. Two dishevelled girls that she had never seen before were approaching the Hyoudou home. One of them, a redhead with long twin ponytails, nervously knocked on the door. As if it was no big thing.

What? "Hey, who is that?" Aika whispered. "Those two babes... how do they know Issei?"

"No idea," Matsuda said. "Though it must be said, that your assessment they are both babes is absolutely spot on."

"Issei! Holding out on us!" Motohama growled. Down boys. Aika smacked her own ass, which made them go rigid in more ways than one.

"Never mind that for the time being, we need more information," Aika said. Issei's mother had let them in without so much as a by your leave. That was suspicious. Highly suspicious. Beautiful women, visiting Issei Hyoudou at this time of night? Veeeeerry suspicious! And she should know! She was a beautiful woman visiting Issei at this time of the night. She adjusted her glasses on her face and tried to focus. Focus! Her aim here was to find a way to control Issei Hyoudou, and through him control all the hot babes at school at the same time! That way she'd have absolutely no competition for the hot guys like - Like Kiba. And... And there weren't actually all that many cute guys at Kuoh, now that she thought about it. Maybe she'd keep Issei all to herself?

"Oh god, Issei might be the second most eligible bachelor at Kuoh..." Aika realised to her horror. It had been a girl's school until recently, and - Her new geek impulses took the better of her. She whipped out a notebook and started to scribble furiously in it. "You two! Go check out what's going on! Use your best judge-" Aika stopped, and realised what she was saying. "Use someone else's best judgement on what to do. Find out who those girls are, then report back without raising a fuss."

"Yes, ma'am!" they both saluted, and off they went. Right! That let her focus on this task. Calculating the bachelor status of the boy's at Kuoh. Handsomeness index, athleticism, raw sexual energy, personality...

Then we cross reference here, draw a quick graph of the stats here, generate averages of all three kinds, compare, contrast, form a list, run through the table and - 

"He's the <i>most</i> eligible?! That can't be right! That guy? He's the biggest hunk in school? No, no, I must have done something wrong here, I need to recalculate this!"

She wouldn't get the chance though. By the time she'd run through all that the two brainwashed idiots were back, standing at attention in front of her. Waiting for the chance to give her their report.

"Fine," she tucked the notepad away. It rankled her, leaving that unfinished. She'd have to come back to it later on. "What did you find?"

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Irina was not in a good mood. She didn't show it, but she was seriously peeved. Some might even say miffed. For Issei, that cheeky Devil, to suddenly summon a whole bunch of aroused perverted girls somehow and use them as a chance to escape... She would never be able to forgive him for that. Never, ever, ever.

Especially since it felt so <i>nice</i>. Sinfully nice. An affront to God, no doubt about it. Yet, the part of her that identified as Issei was focusing more on the 'nice' part than the 'sinful' part, and wanted to have another go. She considered throwing out a prayer for forgiveness- but all she got in return was a headache.

"There's only one thing for it," Irina huffed. "Following them to Kuoh is a really bad idea. They'll be ready for us. So, let's go home instead."

"Huh? Home...?" Xenovia asked, raising her head from Irina's belly to look her in the eyes for a whole third of a second before resuming her obsessive staring. "We only just arrived, booking a flight back would be - "

"I meant Issei's home!" Irina sighed. "Oooh, it's getting harder and harder to think of myself as Irina. It's getting to the point where I wanna see you smooch my belly just to see what it feels like."

Xenovia made a strange little noise that was probably her own frustration escaping from how awful this mess was. It certainly wasn't a horny happy whine illustrating how thoroughly obsessed she was with Irina's belly by this point.

Anyway, the two of them quickly made their way to the Hyoudou residence and she knocked on the door. They must look a right state. This was fine, though. She'd be able to play it off like they'd travelled a long way and needed a place to rest up a while. That would easily explain why they looked like a cat had dragged them backwards through a hedge.

The door opened. Mrs Hyoudou stood there, dishevelled, like a cat had dragged her backwards through a hedge.

"M-mother... Hyoudou?" Irina quickly corrected herself. "Hello! It's me, little Irina. Remember me?"

"Oh, irina! You're so grown up," Mrs Hyoudou said, flashing a healthy smile. Very healthy. Almost suspiciously healthy. "Come on in, come on in! It's so nice to see you again! Dear! We have guests! Could you go upstairs, and - Thank you! Nice to meet you, any friend of Irina's is a friend of ours."

"Xenovia, by the way," Xenovia said, and they went on inside. Phew. Big smell of sweat in this place. They needed to crack open a window. "Do you mind if we bathe? We've had an active time getting here."

"Of course, of course," Mrs Hyoudou said. "The bathroom is upstairs, on the right. You can't miss it. Issei was in his room the last I checked, but I think he left with another friend of ours. I'll let him know you're here when he gets back."

Right, she could go off and do that. That was good, that was fine. For the time being the two of them went upstairs with their heads held high, in spite of how they looked and felt. They soon found the bathroom. It was quite extravagent compared to what they were used to, on the road. It was eerie to Irina, how familiar it all felt. No doubt the lingering side effect of whatever was trying to force Issei's identity onto her.

Or it might be that she'd visited this house often enough in her youth that lingering memories of it were bubbling up to the surface. Oh, whatever... She stripped down once the door was locked, and Xenovia hung up their robes while continuing to stare at her tummy in a very obvious way.

"Could you please cut that out for a bit?" Irina asked. "Look, I know we're both acting funny, but..." Xenovia simply nodded her head, obviously not paying attention to what she was saying. "Alright, alright, let's just... get on with this, shall we?"

She was fed up for good reason. Losing sight of Issei in such a stupid way. How had that even happened? The two girls got into the shower, and neither one of them was sure what had happened there. One minute, fighting by a fountain. The next, they were surrounded by a mob of cute naked girls, and compelled to rub something onto them that was sinfully stimulating... and to Irina's shame, had stimulated her as well! It was the only way to get free, she'd tried everything else she could think of and - And she was simply glad that it was over and done with. That was an experience she hoped she would not have to repeat ever aga-

The shower turned on. Water fell from the showerhead. Then, the first few drops hit Irina's naked flesh - and suddenly she was back in that hellscape. A bottle of lotion labelled 'Liquid Orgasm' clutched in her hand. Except, this time, there was much less space for them all! She could barely move in here with all these girls!

"Xenovia! Get out of here!" Irina begged as she upended the bottle of lotion on her hand and ooooooh, how blasphemous! Forcing her to feel like that! "Save yourself!"

"There's no room to move, I am, ahem, trapped against your - " A smooching sound followed, and Irina felt something wet circle around her navel. "Your belly with no hope of - " Another smooching sound. "Escape!"

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To Xenovia's great frustration, ever since they got out of the shower Irina had been very careful to walk behind her at all times. This was quite annoying to her, as she desperately wanted to continue committing to memory the... physique of her colleague. The idea this was an unhealthy obsession was, of course, completely absurd. Granted, every single thought that she had seemed to come around to Irina's tummy in some shape or form. The best way to deal with distractions so she can continue looking at it, the best way to study it, what it might look like if she poured various kinds of drinks or food on it...

That was all completely normal and not at all unhealthy. Although, she did have to come to a hard stop when Irina did, for some reason.

"Oh hey guys, fancy seeing - " Irina said, then caught herself. "I mean, you're friends of Issei's right? I'm... I'm... I'm -"

"This is Irina, Issei's childhood friend," Mrs Hyoudou said. "Pardon her, she must be shy. So unlike her, she was so tomboyish when she was little, look how she turned out!"

"Hello there!" said one of the boys sitting on the couch over there. Kinda below average in appearance. "So you're an old friend of Issei's?"

"Got any embarrassing stories...?" said the other one.

"Hrm..." Irina scowled while staring at them. She them spun around and smacked Xenovia on the butt. "Anything to say about that?"

"No,"

"Not really."

"I-Irina?!" Xenovia hissed, but her partner stormed across the room with a deep set scowl on her pretty features, then she grabbed the two boys and dragged them off upstairs, leaving Xenovia truly flabbergasted at her behaviour.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure why she's behaving this way," Xenovia said. "One moment please. I will check on her."

She hurried on upstairs, and soon found them in what must be Issei's room. The two boys on their knees, while Irina's arms were folded. She was staring down at them with utter contempt and suspicion.

"So here we are, the four of us alone," Irina said, flipping back her hair. "Nothing to say, you two? No comments? No porn jokes? No lazy come ons? Not even gonna check out my amazing ra- I mean, my chest?"

Realisation dawned. Of course. If these were Issei's friends, then Irina would probably have a subconscious understanding of their normal behaviour. Had she noticed something was amiss? It might make sense. A Devil might brainwash someone close to them in order to help maintain cover...

In which case, Xenovia needed to deal with this quickly. If she played her cards right, Irina might even let her play with her tummy. For analysis purposes. Obviously. She stepped into the room and patted Irina on the shoulder, fully understanding what needed to be done. These boys had been brainwashed, and so -

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"Then the blue haired babe rubbed baby oil alllll over the redhead's belly while the two of them chanted Christian prayers at us," Motohama sighed contentedly. "It completely subverted your brainwashing and opened our eyes to the light."

"All glory be to God..." Matsuda burbled happily.

"Wait, wait, hold on a moment," Aika said. "If they subverted your brainwashing, then - "

"Then, nothing!" a voice said from behind Aika. A hand fell upon her shoulder. "It was a pretty sloppy job. First time manipulating the mind of another?"

Another hand fell upon her other shoulder, and all of a sudden Aika had two annoyed church girls standing on either side of her.

"So, let's talk about how a random civilian with no knowledge of magic worked out a way to brainwash the weak minded," one of them said. Uh oh. Very big uh oh! Aika didn't like the way this was going...