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Might up a p.a.t.r.e.o.n in the future, but not right now.
Slight r-18 in later part.
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-A week later-
-creak!-
The swing creaked under Akeno's weight as she kicked off again, sailing into the air with a bright laugh. Her yukata flared slightly in the breeze, her hair ribbons fluttering like little flags of joy.
I leaned back on the park bench, watching her arc through the air, pretending not to be impressed by how effortlessly she could reach the highest point. But truthfully, I was.
Not by the height.
But by how fast she was going without flying into the air and faceplanting in the sand.
She waved at me from the peak of her swing, calling out, "Daichi, you're not playing?"
I gave her a mock-exhausted sigh, dragging myself over to the slide like a dying salaryman. "My body is too burdened by secrets, Akeno. And adult responsibilities."
"You sound like an old man with five more years left to live!"
"Yeah, and there's only five more chapters before the timeskip," I groaned, slumping at the bottom of the slide with my hands behind my head. "The childhood I never had is going away right before my eyes..."
"Hehehe! Time-what? Now you're not making any sense!"
She giggled, and I let it carry on the wind while I closed my eyes and focused inward.
Because playtime was a good smokescreen, and I needed it.
Inside me, my [Spirit Organ] pulsed quietly, a patchwork creature made to funnel energy types of all kinds like water through a reservoir, no matter what concept, gene, or origin it came from.
I'd nurtured from scratch through my [Body Manipulation] skill as it wasn't just some lump of power; it was a crucible, one designed to contain and refine energy types that should never coexist.
Take Gabriel's hair, for instance. I'd only needed a few strands to unlock something sacred: the resonance of [Light Power]. The energy shimmered like liquid gold throughout my body now, gentle but untamed, radiant even in rest.
But these two... Well... I wasn't even trying, but I ended up getting it...
Then there was the [Shinto Magic], and [Holy Lightning]--- courtesy of a little accident.
---'When the hell did you get that!?' Some might say.
---'Now that's lazy writing.' A masked, marvelous katana and gun dual-wielding anti-hero with regenerative powers would say.
---'Not enough power, more!' Others would say.
But I do have an excuse.
One week ago, in a daze after updating my body to where I could face a hundred men and a gorilla at once, I'd tripped face-first on a tree root.
Well, it was on purpose to test out how much I could manually dull my pain receptors when I eventually got into a fight, but there was no way for Shuri Himejima who was passing by to notice that(and even less reason for me to tell her), so ended up being caught by her and landed right into Shuri Himejima's bosom.
My nails had grazed her wrist on the way down, drawing a single drop of blood. She laughed it off, kind as ever, and I unintentionally got a new sample of DNA.
---Now? I could interact with wandering spirits. Exorcise them. Even see the lines that tied this world to the ethereal.
More than that, she'd passed on a trace of the Himejima legacy: the ability to handle spiritual flames.
It was odd, different than ordinary combustions, and potentially even deadlier.
But that was yet to be seen.
And then there was [Holy Lightning]. Absurdly, that one had come from an ordinary water bottle. We'd shared a drink after a summer jog, Akeno and I.
It was only after witnessing her blush a pretty pink and hearing a voice deep in my soul that I realized.
---I hadn't planned it--- I wasn't even aiming for extraction yet.
But my body was always listening.
The [Spirit Organ] hummed, carefully binding all these powers together--- power that should've rejected one another on principle. I had to apply microscopic control over my inner flow. One wrong fusion and I'd be a smoking crater. But I was making it work. Layer by layer. Phase by phase.
Usually, this would be the part where too much was officially too much, but I planned on making my life a fantastic power fantasy.
I had no intentions of suffering any more than I have to.
-ring, ring!-
(Ay, ay, ay! I'm your little butterfly! Ay, ay, ay! I'm your little butterfly! Ay, ay, ay I'm your little butterfly!)
I should change this ringtone of this damned flip-phone.
Putting the phone to my ears, I could hear Sebas in my head now, proudly reporting in like a faithful butler/servant.
"Sir, the front companies are stable, and the investments have been successful lately. I took over three more laundromats and invested in a funeral business--- high profit, low questions." Sebas said, "I also purchased that house with the spacious basement that you were interested in."
I didn't know whether to be proud or concerned. Probably both.
Although I didn't know much about Japan in the early 2000's in my past life, other than the boyband? EXILE(which was because I had a sister, but hey, they had cool style, I guess), I used tactics learned from the bunch of business books I mentally devoured back in the library to make sound investments...
And the occasional businessman I used [Hypnosis] on to work for me under Sebas. Naturally, to avoid suspicion, I mainly alternated between poaching talented businessmen and ones who were at their wits' end after being either overworked or fired.
And with good paychecks and work hours, how could they refuse?
---In the 2000's as well? I must be one of those workplace revolutionaries!
I also tried my hand at winning lotteries using advanced mathematical strategies involving probability, but I wanted something more... concrete.
After all. I had no intentions of winning lotteries nonstop to fund my research.
"Got it," I said. "Get some cleaners to clean it thoroughly, and call me when it's done. I'll set up my workshop there."
"Understood, young master." Sebas replied as he ended the call.
Everything was underway.
"Hey, you haven't forgotten, right?" Back from the swing, Akeno plopped down beside me, cheeks flushed from running. "Okaa-san will be cooking lots and lots! You should come by and eat, okay?."
I raised a brow. "Am I being lured into a family trap?"
"Family trap...?" She tilted her head slightly. "Family... Otou-san will also be there?"
"Wow. I'm already meeting your father?" I smirked slowly. "What if he thinks I'm here to marry you and take you away?"
"Eh?" She froze for a moment as she blushed, her eyes briefly going wide. "D-don't say weird things like that!"
I nodded seriously before I gave her a thumbs up. "Don't worry, Akeno. I won't embarrass you, you can count on me!"
Her entire face went red. "Y-you dummy!!"
She turned away so quickly that I saw the flick of her ponytail catching the sunlight, with all the embarrassed energy radiating off her like a mini sun.
---Yeah. She was going to kill me in revenge someday.
That teasing smile she was developing--- by the time canon rolled around, it would be weaponized. And paired with that Onee-san Queen energy? I'd be doomed.
Still... I smiled.
But the moment passed, and my thoughts drifted again, back to my core, to one last power I hadn't finished subsuming yet.
[Worthless].
Cleria Belial's 'parting' gift. A fragment of her unique power, taken during our 'final' meeting before she went on the run.
According to Sebas, the underworld's seemingly in uproar as her disappearance is causing a lotta questions to be asked, especially since she was spotted with Masaomi in Kuoh Town.
Not to mention the fact that her brother is currently blowing up shit in the underworld.
It was an energy that didn't shine or flow like the rest. It didn't burn, spark, or glow. It sat there. Black. Quiet. Empty. And terrifyingly deep.
I realized what I needed for it, and it was nothing more than a spark.
No, let me rephrase that... A leakage.
Or even better, an outlet.
It was integrated, yes. But it needed a place to lash out at so that I could truly wield it freely, that power to strip value, meaning, essence from the world around me--- that not even the Devils, Fallen Angels, Angels, or Gods would know what to make of me.
But that was for tomorrow.
Today?
Akeno turned back and flicked my forehead. "Come on, silly. Let's get going. You still owe me a rematch at swing racing."
"Lead the way, missy." I stood up, brushing off my pants as I followed, a grin tugging at the edge of my lips.
Yeah.
The world was still turning.
Just like it always was.
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-A few hours later-
-Kuoh Town, Abandoned Warehouse-
The scent of old tomes and candle wax clung to the air, mixing oddly with the sterile bite of concrete and steel.
I stood still, my boots planted in the center of a dozen chalk-inscribed magic circles as some glowed faintly with ambient mana, humming like they were breathing; others remained dormant, waiting for a spark to wake them.
Above me, sunlight filtered in through reinforced skylights, cutting the refurbished warehouse into slashes of gold and shadow.
Shelves sagged against the walls, bloated with grimoires, scrolls, and jars of reagents labeled in more languages than I cared to count. The whole place looked like the lovechild of a library and a bomb lab. All thanks to Sebas, who'd bought the building, cleaned it up, and stocked it using legal cash funneled through his suddenly very profitable business empire.
Across from me stood three magicians in ceremonial robes--- two men and one woman. All of them were sweating through their enchantments, trying to explain the mechanics of [Human Magic].
They were brought here by Sebas for a hefty sum of cash and whatever they like, and I peppered a little [Hypnosis] on them so that they don't disclose my information or try to backstab me, and when we were done, they were to be left alone and set on their way.
I sat on a school chair with a built-in desk, eager to learn, my brain absorbing everything with undeterred greed, as I let their words flow.
"So, to summarize," I said, "Magic is a system for producing supernatural phenomena through calculation and control of external energies?"
The wiry guy, clearly the main scholarly one, nodded. "Exactly. Unlike Youkai or Devils, who produce power from their own internal reserves, we humans rely on external systems: formulas, magic circles, and crests to channel mana from the environment, artifacts, ley lines, or contracted spirits."
The woman pushed up her glasses and added, "Think of formulas as equations that produce specific magical effects. The magic circle, or crest, acts as a stabilizer. Mana is the fuel. Will is the trigger."
[A/N: Might not be the most concise answer, but it's what I pieced together from the novels that barely touch on it, so bear with me pls.]
I idly flipped a pen between my fingers. "And what about the special stuffy about it, quirks? Human-specific stuff?"
They went on the yammer on the limitations of [Human Magic], but also how great it can be once mastered. and the paths it opened up in the future to one with sufficient talent in using it.
And they also spoke about what one could... build, with it.
Now that caught my interest.
"Then… could I build a mana generator? Something to let me generate more mana than possible, like a dam or a reservoir of magic?"
That froze the whole room.
The oldest one, streaks of gray in his hair, finally spoke. "It's… theoretically possible. But it's horribly inefficient. Humans don't naturally produce mana. A body attempting it would burn out--- or worse, mutate. You'd need a synthetic organ, or a modified soul fragment as a vessel…"
'Already done that.' I thought.
I zoned out a little as they were speaking of ways to potentially craft items that can contain Magic, as it was already on my to-do list, but on a later date.
And in the end, our little tutoring session had come to an end.
I turned toward Sebas, standing like a shadow in his signature black butler suit as the Magicians were guided out and went their own way.
"Sebas. Start sourcing materials. I want a lab. Preferably underground. Something quiet and private. I'll be testing continuous mana circulation." I said in rapid succession.
"Maybe I'll use that house you bought earlier once it's finished being refurbished.
He gave a low bow. "Understood, young master."
"Oh, and something else." I gestured toward the skylight. "Before I get a familiar, why don't I try using a few regular animals? Maybe I'll hypnotize and modify a few."
Sebas's eyes sparkled in that calm, dangerous way of his. "An excellent idea. Would you like me to bring one?"
"Hmmn.... A crow, please."
With a low hum of magic, Sebas teleported somewhere out of sight.
I moved over to one of the dormant circles and knelt, tracing a sigil onto the concrete. It flared to life as I pushed my mana into it.
---A barrier spell.
'To keep the noisy folks out, huh?'
A few seconds later, Sebas returned, holding an angry black crow in his gloved hands. The bird screeched and flailed until I locked eyes with it.
"caw, caw!"
My gaze narrowed, voice dropping into a low, layered thrum--- more vibration than sound.
[Hypnosis]
"Shhhh. You will not fear me. You will follow me. Obey me, and I will feed you and your future generations a feast for the ages."
"caw, caw!"
That meant the regular things that city crows like, such as rice, beans, potatoes, corn, protein, fruits(in season), insects--- mostly anything except green vegetables.
The crow stilled, blinking slowly.
I touched a finger to its chest. "Let's make you a little tougher."
Using [Body Modification], I reinforced its skeletal structure, bulked up its wings, and sharpened its reflexes. Now it can fly well over the speed of sound.
Though in the end... it was still a crow... just… sturdier.
Naturally, the idea of its genes being spread in the future was a cause of concern... Future crows that might mess shit up for humans in the future... A concern that I really didn't have.
Not at the moment, anyway.
---Then came the enchantment.
I thumbed through one of the magicians' notes that I'd just learned for a [Translation Spell]---something basic.
I tuned it, refined it, and then used it on myself.
The bird fluttered on its claws, then said--- well, not said, but cawed:
"caw, caw!"
(where food. where banana.)
I chuckled. "You'll get it. But first… I think I'll name you."
"caw!"
(name? sound like vegetable. not eat vegetable.)
'For a freaking omnivoral city creature, why are you so picky...?' I thought.
"No, not a vegetable, but a name... Well, more like a sound to remember you by. I'll give you food later." I said exasperatedly. "Anyways, my name is Daichi, so I'll name you Daigo."
The crow cocked its head.
"caw. caw."
(not understand. but… will remember. daigo. sound like dango. love stealing dango. from fat small human… will remember you. daichi."
I reached up and gently ruffled its feathers.
Sebas clapped once, approving. "Sasuga, young master Daichi! Your command of applied magic is nothing short of masterful."
I grinned. "Thanks, but it's not much."
'Really, it wasn't. But who doesn't love their own 'sasuga' hype man?'
Daigo perched neatly on my shoulder, still blinking like it was seeing the world for the first time.
As promised, we got our new companion Daigo a feast of common food that he greedily ate while cawing all the while.
And as he was doing so, that was when my phone buzzed.
---Akeno.
[We're waiting! Don't make me come drag you, Daichi-kun!]
I sighed, pocketing the phone, and turned toward Sebas.
"I've got dinner at Kuoh Shrine. I'll be back later." I said as Daigo followed me, flying and perching from tree to tree. "If something comes up, I'll contact you."
"Understood." Sebas bowed again. "It is my honor to serve you."
"caw, caw!"
(kuoh shrine. fallen lives there. fallen child also lives there. kuoh shrine.)
Fallen? And its child? Baraqiel and Akeno, huh? Alright, this crow is pretty darn observant.
As I stepped into the orange-tinged evening outside, I let my thoughts drift back to Sebas.
A loyal butler. A man/fallen with broken pride and a shattered will, given new life through discipline and a clear hierarchy. Now he served, not just out of compulsion, but because I'd reshaped him. Beat that loyalty into him until it burned in his bones.
---People really underestimate how persuasive a good beating can be.
I smiled to myself.
Then turned down the path toward Kuoh Shrine.
I had a meal to eat.
Besides, it's not as if the attack on Kuoh Shrine is gonna happen the day I decide to visit them.
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-Kuoh Shrine-
The evening air at Kuoh Shrine was crisp, fragrant with cedar and wisteria.
Cicadas buzzed softly in the background as I stepped through the torii gate--- dressed in a neat yukata with a mischievous smirk tugging at my lips.
I walked up the stone path like I owned it. In one hand, I held a bouquet, bought from some upscale garden on the way over.
Usually, they don't really sell to 'kids' like me, but when I mentioned that it was for a girl, the florist gave me a ton of them, saying that they were for good luck.
'Thank you, Aunt Florist, even though I don't think I'll be needing this much...'
I decided to look out for Aunty's shop to make sure that nothing would happen to it in the future.
Just up ahead was Akeno, waiting in a cute girl's yukata. And when she saw me, she ran closer.
"You're here!" she cheered, then asked a little flustered. "Hey, what are those flowers for?"
"There for your mom," I joked before placing them in her hands. "Just kidding, they're yours."
Her cheeks were pink as she took the bouquet. "T-thanks…"
"You're welcome. Well, I only wanted to get one rose, but the florist gave me all of this, so glad you like it..." I trailed off as I saw her expression change.
It was a slightly teasing expression, which made me realize that to her, I'd come across as someone purposely trying to downplay what they had done and the effort they put into something for someone like a tsundere.
"Hehe... If you say so, Daichi-kun!" She smiled teasingly.
-zoom-
That's when the atmosphere shifted, deep and crackling. A presence emerged from the shrine entrance, long coat rustling in the breeze, aura sharp and storm-charged.
---Baraqiel. The God's Lightning himself. Akeno's father, and a Fallen Angel who was thunder incarnate.
I straightened my posture, handsomely polite, and gave a polite bow. "It's nice to meet you, Akeno's Otou-san. Thank you for welcoming me into your home."
"Ah, welcome." He replied politely as his eyebrows furrowed.
To him, I probably look like a schemer, like one of those anime characters with their foxy eyes always shut that made them look untrustworthy.
Which was odd, because I should be super-duper trustworthy looking to plenty of folks.
"So you're Daichi, the one Akeno has been talking about lately---" Before he could say anything, Akeno quickly shoved me past him. "C'mon, c'mon, don't just stand there."
I caught Baraqiel's gloomy appearance over my shoulder, and I broke into a wry grin.
'This guy really cares about his daughter...' I thought. Which made the events that followed only more tragic.
Inside the main room, the atmosphere shifted again, softer. Tatami mats, a low dining table. And from the kitchen, she appeared.
---Shuri Himejima. Graceful, warm, and apron-clad. Her beauty radiated like sunlight.
"Welcome, Daichi-kun," she greeted with a smile. "I hope you're hungry."
"Absoluetely, Himejima-san!" I cheered. Shuri had wanted me to call her by her first name and nearly flipped a lid when I began to pronounce the 'O' in 'Oba-san', so I settled on this.
As a westerner who had reincarnated as a Japanese boy, I had to 'brush up' on my Japanese as it was the weakest in the entire orphanage.
In other words, it's like learning French or Italian, and when you go abroad, no one wants to talk to you in that language, instead sticking with English.
'While I like your attention, lady, please let me use the Japanese customs that I've worked so hard to learn!!!'
The table was a masterpiece: grilled fish, miso soup, tsukemono, pickled daikon, tamagoyaki, rice. The kind of care in presentation that could bring a grown man to tears.
I didn't hesitate.
[Sensitivity Manipulation: Tastebuds x10]
The first bite was a transcendent masterpiece. And I'm not talking about the film of culture.
If I was in Shokugeki no Soma, I'd be cumming instantly while my clothes burst from my body!
My god, the miso soup is whispering secrets to my soul!
I devoured the meal like a starved beast with no intentions of showing manners that made Akeno and Shuri chuckle, while Baraqiel remained stoic as ever.
And as the meal slowly came to an end, Baraqiel finally asked what seemed to be on his mind.
Then, blunt as a blade, he said: "What are your intentions with my daughter?"
Akeno nearly choked on her food. "Otou-san!!"
"I have to figure out what Daichi might want with my precious daughter, you know how boys are."
'Honestly, I'm not too interested in your daughter, who's a literal child right now... But more interested in your wife... But that's not something you can just say... right?'
Shuri turned to her husband with a smile that dropped the temperature five degrees. "Baraqiel-san. Please behave."
That smile didn't reach her eyes.
Even I felt it, spiritual pressure like a haunting. A ghostly Hanya mask flickered behind her.
It reminded me of a certain old-school harem anime.... What was it.... S*kirei...?
Baraqiel coughed as he slumped in his chair. "...Of course."
I calmly sipped my tea, glancing sideways.
---Wife's more fearsome than the Fallen Angel. Noted.
Dinner shifted into light conversation. Shuri asked about school.
I answered with practiced pride. "Me? I'm the smartest boy at Kuoh Elementary!"
I shared some stories of life at Kuoh Orphanage, and our school life. Stories of kids trying to bully others, only to get put in their place, stories of field trips--- mundane kind of stuff.
I flexed my arms dramatically. "And then I took over the whole school. See? I told you I'm strong."
Akeno clapped, giggling. "Wow, Daichi-kun~!"
Shuri chuckled behind her sleeve. "Fufufu, what an energetic boy."
Baraqiel's eyebrow twitched. If I could read his mind, it would say something like; 'This punk is turning my precious girl into a giggly fangirl!'
-pinch!-
Shuri leaned in and pinched his side under the table with that same gentle smile.
He winced. "Ow."
No words. He got the message.
Our time after dinner went the same way, with me hearing stories of Akeno being homeschooled, and her playing in the park until...
Baraqiel suddenly froze. Eyes distant. "My boss is calling me."
"I… I must leave. I'll be back in a bit, though."
Is he getting called by Azazel? Or someone else high up on the ladder over there in Grigori?
He stood, ready to teleport. Shuri and Akeno walked him to the door. I followed, waving.
As he gave his goodbyes, he then placed a palm on my shoulder as he exhaled.
"Well, it seems that Akeno likes you, so I won't say anything. But I'll be watching you, so you better not make my baby cry, you hear!?"
"Otou-san!/ Dear..."
"Don't worry at all!" I responded with a thumbs up. "I'll be the man of the house while you're gone!"
"That's not what I--- hah... I'll be back very soon." He said as he made his way down the steps of Kuoh Shrine, probably not wanting me to see his wings.
'And the lie-detector determined... that was a lie.'
"Well, that went great." I turned to Shuri and Akeno. "Doesn't seem to like me that much, though."
"Don't worry about that," Shuri smiled. "He's just concerned for Akeno, Daichi-kun."
After that scene, Shuri went to clear the dishes, and while I tried to help, Shuri sat me back down immediately.
"Just relax. Akeno's been looking forward to talking to you."
Instead of helping out, I chatted with Akeno about classes, weird things, and dreams. She was sweet and sharp, too.
I almost caught myself enjoying it a little too much.
Eventually, I checked the clock. "Alright, I should probably---"
I paused.
Shuri was standing there with that smile again.
"You'll stay the night, Daichi-kun. It's too late for a child to walk home."
"Are you sure? I don't wanna overstay my welcome."
"No such thing, enjoy your stay."
"Really? I doubt Father Kondo or Sister Kyoko would---:
"They already agreed. They say you're a nice boy who's always running up and down and helping others, so you should just relax."
I tried to argue. Really, I did.
But then I saw it. The Hannya mask again, glowing faintly behind her.
If I asked again, it probably would've came out.
"…Understandable, I'll have a nice night." I said as I gave a peace sign and sat down.
"Yay!" Akeno beamed. "The guest room is ready!"
As we got ready for bed, Akeno gathered her things and winked, teasing. "Also! Don't you dare peek while I'm bathing, or you'll regret it."
I waved her off. "I won't. I'm not that kind of creep."
'You're way too young, kid. Come back in eight years with a lot more baggage... on your chest? Heart?'
'I dunno, but not now.'
Once she was in the bath, I waited patiently until she was done before heading in myself.
The water soaked into my skin, warm and calming. I leaned back, finally letting the tension melt away.
I smiled to myself.
I might be a schemer. A hypnotist. A manipulator of flesh and mind…
But tonight, I was just a boy enjoying a bath at a friend's house.
Even good boys like me need some time to relax.
"caw, caw!" Daigo cawed.
Looks like he came closer as he was perched on one of the trees near the bath.
(big mother human! behind door! big mother human! lots of human milk!)
A big what?
I turned around as I saw the slide doors opening, and what I saw...
Was Shuri Himejima, in all but a towel around her.
'Dayum.' Was my first, second, third, fourth, and fifth thought.
I don't know what were the other four thoughts, but the tenth one was a confirmation on how thighs are truly the best part of the meat.
---Of a chicken. In uh... Barbeque, or fried... or... uh...
---Man, fuck it. I was staring at her thighs, okay?
---Who's gon' stop me!?
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-Very Slight R-18-
The air was oddly thick with the scent of cedar and steam as I chilled in the onsen, letting the warmth envelop me as a welcome contrast to the crisp autumn evening outside.
I'd always found solace in these quiet moments, but tonight felt different.
Shuri was here, and she wasn't wearing much in the way of clothing.
"Oh my, you're here too, Daichi." She said normally, though it sounded like a purr.
I could see that she towel wrapped loosely around her body, with her long black hair cascading down her back, glistening under the soft glow of the lanterns.
Her violet eyes met mine, and a sly smile played on her lips. "Don't mind me, I'll simply join you for a bit."
'Ah, the wonders of pheromones.' I used a common excuse. Maybe it's my aura instead, or just the fate of the universe coming into play?
She simply moved next to me, her towel slowly slipping as she descended into a shared onsen with me, with her curvaceous figure being revealed.
I had no plans on getting 'active' with a kid's body like mine, but man, was the thought tempting.
Shuri settled into the water across from me, the towel now discarded on the edge of the tub. Her body was a work of art, every curve and line made me wanna thank whatever God who decided to take their time while making her.
"Here, I'll help you out." Shuri leaned closer to me as suddenly my vision was clouded by soapy breasts.
It was a misleading way of saying it, sure, but who's gonna correct her? Not me, I tell you.
As those famed DxD breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples indirectly moving against my skin as she lathered me up, I honestly found myself having quite the enjoyable bath.
But naturally, like most men who like the shape of women, as opposed to a meaty rod inserted into their buns, the sight and sensation of Shuri gave way to a reaction between my loins.
"Oh my, Daichi... she whispered. "Well, you are a growing boy. A very healthy growing boy at that..."
"Ahem, my bad." I coughed as she marveled at my master sword that was rising.
Once again, I won't speak to measurements, but it is quite the organ.
"Wow, it must be uncomfortable for you, isn't it?" Shuri wondered as her eyes clouded over slightly. "Hmmn... I should really help you out, shouldn't I?"
"After all, this might be a bit too much for Akeno in the future..."
'Lady... What are you talking about?' I wondered, half in shock, half in awe.
'Am I the bratty shota that targets MILFS from the NTR doujins? Hantarou, are we the baddies?' I thought internally as my external head was nearly at full mast.
"You know what? I can do it too, so let me help you scrub your back." Seeing Shuri lost in thought as the bath carried on, I decided that I'd try and be a good guest, so I activated [Sensitivity Manipulation x100]...
But as I activated it, my 'junior brother', as the Chinese call it, slipped from Shuri's grasp, brushing past her flowery entrance.
And the effect was immediate, with her body stiffening in my arms as a shudder ran through her.
"Annnggggghffffhhhhh---!"
'Dude. What the fuck.'
---I think I made a woman climax without even putting it in.
"Daichi…!" she gasped as her voice trembled. Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, as her body convulsed. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent cry as she climaxed, her release triggered by the heightened sensitivity.
'Sorry, Baraqiel. When I said I'd be the man of the house while you're gone, I didn't mean by making your wife climax by the brush of my penis. Honestly, I didn't.'
I held her tightly as I felt her body tremble against mine. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her head buried in the crook of my neck. For a moment, we were frozen, suspended in the aftermath of her orgasm.
'Return to your senses! Shrine Maiden Okaa-san! At least wait a few more years before you try again! I'll definitely take care of you then!'
The old me would never believe what was going on.
When she finally pulled back, Shuri's eyes were glazed as she bit her red lips. She smiled softly, a mix of shock, satisfaction, and amusement playing on her features. "You're gonna be a sinful boy when you grow up, aren't you, Daichi?"
'Is that what you're supposed to say? Ah, whatever.'
I didn't respond, merely trying to enjoy my bath(trust me guys, I'm not humble bragging), but I couldn't help but wonder...
'How is it going to be when I actually do it in the future?'
Also, Akeno's suspicious stares when we got out were another thing I would have to contend with tonight.
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-Kuoh Shrine, Morning-
Eventually, the sun rose, and it was now morning.
And as the saying that I created just this moment goes...
---For every goodnight's sleep, you may have a sleepless week.
Why do I say that?
Well...
-bam!-
The doors shattered inward.
Explosions of spiritual energy tore through the courtyard as robed Himejima clansmen descended like shadows, their seals and shikigami crackling with sacred fire.
"Shuri Himejima!" one of them roared. "By order of the Clan, your blasphemous union ends tonight!"
Akeno shrieked from behind the threshold as she was abruptly awakened, but Shuri was already moving, her elegant form cloaked in violet flame.
With a flick of her hand, radiant spiritual fire burst from her body, wrapping her like a dancing inferno. The air shimmered as she weaved Shinto incantations mid-motion, casting barrier after barrier, each one infused with her power over said flames
Talismans ignited midair, warding off the first wave.
She flipped and ducked through their formations with decades of grace, parrying blades with flames, countering exorcisms with purifying bursts of elemental fire, but they kept coming, cold-eyed zealots convinced they were saving her from the Fallen.
"You're no longer one of us," one muttered, brandishing a Five Element Seal. "You've been tainted. The child must be cleansed."
As she fought, three flanked her from behind.
She turned a tad bit too late.
The strike was coming.
"Mom!" Akeno cried as she attempted to use some magic of her own.
-wham!-
The magician bent his body awkwardly, and then he was gone.
Blasted off his feet like a ragdoll, he was flung into a stone lantern with a violent crack.
And standing right where he was, was none other than I, who also got awakened by the racket going on outside.
He dusted his hands. "That's for breaking the door. You don't do that when you come to other people's houses. It's rude."
Shuri's eyes widened, but she didn't ask about my powers; instead, she worried for our safety. "Daichi-kun! No, you must take Akeno and run!"
But I didn't move. Instead, I stood closer to her.
"I'm not running. What's the point?" I said. "Let's say you fall here and take everyone else with you, which is what you're planning, they'll still get more to chase us no matter what. These kinds of freaks don't stop."
"The boy's right!" One of the older clansmen sneered. "But what can a brat like you do? Still wet behind the ears---"
-crack!-
The man didn't finish his sentence.
Because he was dead.
His head caved in, his spine compressed, and he slumped like a puppet with its strings cut.
I then lowered my arm from the lightning-fast knife-hand chop I performed with [Light Power] and [Holy Lightning], fully cladding my right arm.
"I don't have time for fodder monologues."
The entire shrine froze.
The spiritual pressure shifted--- wrong somehow. Heavy. Dark. Controlled. But it was Holy nonetheless.
I stood there as I looked up, wondering who else would join the line to kill a woman and her child because of clan duties.
And then, they descended.
Wings flapping in the air.
A dozen cloaked figures landed among the trees, obscured by black feathered wings and tainted light. Fallen Angels. Leading them—
A silhouette with four wings, sharp-eyed, watching with disdain.
Shuri's breath hitched.
"A Fallen... with four wings..."
The Himejima clansmen didn't attack them.
Daichi's eyes narrowed.
"Huh? What the hell is this? You're here to kill Shuri for being around Fallen Angels, but you're working with them?"
"That doesn't count! We're simply hiring them!" One clansman retorted in what he assumed was righteous indignation.
Hypocrisy in action.
But I wasn't surprised.
This was also something I was familiar with wielding myself.
But my eyes locked on the four-winged Fallen.
'Hehehe...' I chuckled.
Looking at the Fallen and the Himejima clansmen before my eyes gave me a sinister idea...
I sent a mental telepathic message to Sebas as I stretched.
Just as the children yearn for the mines, maybe Fallen Angels yearn to serve under me...
And after this fight... I would be needing a place to store bodies...
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Next Chapter: Ecchi Boy Vs Fallen Angel And Himejima Clansmen!?
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Trivia Time! (Againx10!!)
Did You Know?(ofc you know)
During Volume 3 of SLASHDOGS, in Suzaku's Himejima's flashback, Shuri, alongside Suzaku, attempted to test Akeno's compatibility with the blessing and abilities of the Himejima Clan.
However, Akeno was more attuned with [Holy Lightning], meaning that the likelihood of being accepted by the bitch-ass Zenin Clan--- I mean Himejima Clan was slim to none(noshitsherlock).
She tried telling Suzaku to take care of Akeno in case something happened to her, but decided against it as she didn't want to involve Suzaku in the matters concerning her and Akeno.
After hearing Suzaku's declaration about her desire of wanting to return Shuri and Akeno to the family, she told Suzaku that her kindness would never change.
She wasn't wrong, btw, she's a decent gal. Even though she's a cousin-fcker(the MC of SLASHDOGS Tobio Ikuze is her cousin), but that just makes it better, y'know?
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