The unspoken rule among all the yanderes around Yusuke was that whenever a new one joined, she had to work together with the others to ensure that every piece of media or information related to him remained hidden. If anything about him ever leaked onto the internet, they were responsible for tracking it down and deleting it as quickly as possible.
Quietly and without Yusuke ever knowing, a vast network of hundreds of thousands of people, most of them men, worked around the clock to track down every post, image, or video about him on the internet. Any trace of his existence that surfaced online was swiftly found and erased before it could spread.
Unfortunately, while the yanderes' efforts were immense, if not downright terrifying, they were not infallible. There were still ways for images of Yusuke to leak to people with very high status. After all, if they truly wanted to prevent any information about him from ever circulating, they would have to lock him away somewhere completely isolated, like a dark basement, and cut off his limbs.
Everyone in the Underworld knew who Roygun Belphegor was. She was the second ranked competitor in the Rating Games and was widely considered the third strongest woman in the world. Although she was only an Ultimate Class Devil, her strength had already reached the level of a Satan Class Devil.
She was the role model for female Devils throughout the Underworld. Many women saw her as the most realistic ideal they could aspire to become in the future. Compared to Serafall, who was already a Satan, and Grayfia, who was the wife of the strongest Satan, Roygun had earned her power, fame, and reputation entirely through the Rating Games. Countless Devils had watched her climb one step at a time until she reached the very pinnacle, making them believe that they, too, had a chance to achieve the same heights.
The number of fans she had was tremendous, and her fame and influence throughout the Underworld were immense.
Roygun Belphegor was a member of the Extra Demon House of Belphegor.
[Note: The Extra Demons are the houses of top-class Devils who are not a part of the 72 Pillars. Currently, most of the Extra Demons have secluded themselves from Devil society, not wanting to involve themselves with the government. There are 10 houses.]
At one point in her life, she had served as the head of the House. However, because she wanted to participate in the Rating Games so badly, she cut ties with her household in order to compete.
"My lady, this is all the information we have collected about him."
Stepping into the room, a beautiful woman dressed in a butler suit walked forward with a stack of papers held between her arms. She crossed the room and stopped beside Roygun Belphegor before respectfully handing them over.
Roygun Belphegor was a remarkably beautiful woman. Despite being centuries old, she looked as though she were still in her twenties. She had long, silky light pink hair, two elegant devil horns protruding from her head, and a pair of glowing golden eyes that carried both dignity and authority.
She accepted the stack of papers from the butler. Without a single word needing to be exchanged, the butler quietly turned around and left the room with light steps, careful not to disturb her mistress.
Roygun was someone who enjoyed fighting, and she especially loved the Rating Games. For someone like her, who had lived for so long with few forms of entertainment beyond seeking out thrilling battles, the Rating Games had become a major part of her life. She could literally do anything if it meant being able to participate in the Rating Games.
She had recently heard about a human who was unbelievably strong. Someone so powerful that he could defeat an Ultimate Class Devil as if he were merely playing with a child. Someone strong enough to fight both Loki and Fenrir at the same time while still holding the upper hand.
The news immediately excited her. She ordered her subordinates to gather every piece of information they could find about him. She wanted to learn more about this mysterious man and, if possible, find him and have a proper fight. Maybe they could even become friends, and whenever she grew bored, she could seek him out for another fight.
"Yusuke Aoki, 17 years old."
Roygun Belphegor slowly opened the first folder and began reading the first page, which contained his name and age. As her gaze shifted to the small photograph in the corner of the page, her eyes suddenly widened. Her pupils dilated. Her slightly parted lips froze in place.
The curtains, which had been swaying gently in the wind, seemed to become perfectly still.
Roygun's breathing stopped.
It was as though time itself had come to a standstill.
Thud!
The stack of papers slipped from Roygun's hands and scattered across the floor. A gust of wind swept through the room, sending several sheets fluttering into the air.
Roygun slowly raised a hand to her chest, her fingers pressing against her racing heart as she whispered in a trembling voice, "W what... is this... feeling?"
...
"Onee-sama." Koneko took a step forward and stopped in front of me, glaring at her older sister with a cold expression and a deep frown.
In the past, Koneko harbored deep resentment toward her sister. However, after accepting her own power and realizing that it did not turn her into an evil, mindless monster intoxicated by her own strength, she began to think that there might have been more to the story behind why her older sister had killed their previous master.
She shared her opinion with me, and I encouraged her to talk to her sister when the opportunity arose and resolve their problems in a civilized manner instead of adding unnecessary drama to their lives. That was exactly what she had tried to do when she met her sister, Kuroka, back when she arrived at the park with Vali.
Unfortunately, Kuroka had been so captivated by her senpai that the conversation never went the way Koneko had hoped.
Adding to that, Kuroka turned out to be working with Vali, who was now a member of the Khaos Brigade. They were the ones who had led Loki to attack the Three Factions and had been plotting something when they kidnapped Fenrir. Because of all that, Koneko became increasingly wary of her older sister.
"Yusuke-chan, Shirone, did you miss onee-chan, nya~!" Kuroka twisted her body as she stood up. She was wearing a black off shoulder kimono that exposed her slender shoulders and more than half of her large funbags.
"No," We replied at the same time with blank expressions.
"Damn, that hurts right here in my meow meow." Kuroka clutched her chest and stumbled back a step.
"Why did you come here? Shouldn't you be hiding somewhere? You know I should be capturing you right now and handing you over to the authorities, right?" I scratched the back of my head before asking, "In the first place, how did you get in?"
I was really curious about how she had entered my house. This was the place where I lived with the women I have, so it was naturally surrounded and reinforced by a large number of barriers. It should have been extremely difficult for anyone to enter without alerting me.
Yet this black cat had somehow managed to do exactly that.
I thought that I needed to improve my barrier skills in the future. I then activated Analysis and scanned her.
I had actually wanted to use it on her back when she and Arthur took Fenrir away. Unfortunately, it seemed that Analysis could only be used when the target was directly in front of him, not when they were appearing through a screen.
[Name: Kuroka.
Age: 23.
Race: Reincarnated Devil.
Rank: Ultimate-Class.
Personality: Cheerful, Friendly, Childish, playful, nonchalant, and simple-minded, Selfless, Determined, Clumsy.
Hidden Personality: Possessive, Impulsive, Insecure, Obsessive.
Skills: Demonic Power, Youjutsu, Mist Poison, Illusions, Senjutsu, Touki, Kasha, Space Manipulation.
Likes: Yusuke-chan, Yusuke Aoki, her younger sister.
Affection Toward You: 996.
Submission Value: 55 (Possessive)
Evaluation: A yandere new to the game.]
'Another one.' I wasn't surprised at all. I had already gotten that feeling the first time I saw her. Now, with Analysis, I had confirmed it.
[Ding! New Quest!]
[Ordering A Shimaidon Rather Than An Oyakodon!: Tame the black cat Onee-chan and realize every man's ultimate dream!]
[Task: Raise Kuroka's submission value to at least 80.]
[Rewards: 6,700,000 XP, Random Item, Upgrade Candy, 4 Skill Points.]
[Penalty: Lose sense of taste for a month.]
"Nyahaha, bypassing barriers is so easy for me, nya!" Kuroka spun around before placing both hands on her waist and saying with a proud smile: I am awesome.
She was extremely skilled in Space Manipulation, and most barriers were completely ineffective against her. She had even created a portable space where she could store anything she wanted, pretty much like an inventory.
Back during the Three Factions' meeting in the Underworld, she had completely ignored the barrier surrounding the location and teleported there so effortlessly that no one even noticed her arrival.
"Senpai, we should capture her and seal her power." Koneko clenched her fists and spoke indifferently, "She is too dangerous."
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"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"
"Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got FINE written all over you."
"Are you a keyboard? Because you're just my type."
"Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're Cu Te."
"Do you have a Band Aid? Because I scraped my knee falling for you."
"Do you have a compass? Because my heart keeps pointing toward you."
It was late summer, and the sun was still shining brilliantly. The warm sunlight pierced through the glass of the window, casting itself onto the desk and illuminating the side profile of the beautiful green blond haired woman sitting before it.
Seekvaira held her pen between her lips, biting it lightly as she carefully read through the cheesy pickup lines she had written on the note resting on the desk.
If anyone were to see her at that moment, concentrating with such a serious expression, they would have assumed she was planning something of great importance. Perhaps she was dealing with problems regarding her household's territory, or maybe she was thinking about the strategy she would use for her next Rating Game against Diodora Astaroth.
"Haah, will this really work?" Seekvaira let out a long sigh. She dropped her pen and picked up a mecha figure beside her. Holding it with both hands, she leaned back against her chair, tilted her head toward the ceiling, and raised the mecha figure above her as she stared at it.
Usually, whenever she felt frustrated or depressed, simply holding her favorite mecha figures was enough to lift her spirits. They were her source of comfort, something that could always help her regain her motivation.
But now, no matter how much she tried, all she could think about was that man, Yusuke Aoki.
He was like a toxic poison that had seeped into her life and slowly corrupted it. He had made almost every emotion she experienced lately become connected to him. Whether she was happy, sad, or angry, they were all somehow related to the very few memories she had of him.
"I screwed up last time. It's all because of that dumb Valkyrie." Seekvaira clenched her hands around the figure so tightly that it nearly started to crack.
Last time, during the meeting when Loki was subdued by the yandere girls, Seekvaira had wanted to use that opportunity to have Sona and Rias introduce her to Yusuke. However, Rossweisse had beaten her to it and rushed toward Yusuke first.
And that useless woman couldn't even pronounce a single sentence before passing out from overwhelming excitement.
At that time, Yusuke was already preoccupied. Even when Seekvaira tried to speak with him, he barely paid any attention to her.
Crack!
It had been such a perfect opportunity, but it was ruined because of that stupid woman!
When Seekvaira recalled how that useless woman had destroyed her plans, her grip around the figure tightened until a loud cracking sound echoed.
"Ah! My Strike Freedom!"
The sound snapped Seekvaira out of her trance. She immediately looked down at the white Gundam figure in her hands and examined it closely. When she noticed the small crack on the shoulder area, her eyes widened in panic.
She stood up abruptly, her eyes slightly reddened. "No, it's broken! My Strike Freedom!"
She quickly looked around for something that could save her critically injured beloved Gundam figure. After finding some glue, she immediately began trying to fix the tiny crack.
Why was nothing going right ever since she came back?!
Seekvaira felt so depressed that she had the urge to cry.
Suddenly, while she was wiping away her tears, a small magic circle appeared before her. Someone was calling her.
When Seekvaira accepted the call, the figures of Rias and Sona appeared together before her.
Rias smiled at first, but her expression quickly changed when she noticed Seekvaira's face. She looked at her with concern and asked worriedly, "Seek-chan... You were crying?"
...
"Senpai, we should capture her and seal her power."
I obviously didn't follow Koneko's words. Instead, I gently patted her head and said with a doting smile, "Koneko, don't be rude. She is your older sister, after all."
Koneko was just acting like this because she didn't know how to behave around her older sister. It had to be that, right?
There was no way she actually wanted to do something like that to her own older sister, right?
"Sigh, Shirona, your words really hurt onee-chan's fragile heart, nya," Kuroka held her chest. When she put her hands on her breasts, her off shoulder kimono nearly slipped and showed her pink nipples.
"I obviously came to see you both. Yusuke-chan, you're such a sweet boy."
She slipped forward like a cat. Before Koneko could stop her, she was already next to me. She leaned all over my body, stuck her tongue out, and licked his face.
"Hmm, tastes like a strong man, nyaa."
"..." Murayama and Aika exchanged a glance before leaving the living room alongside the other women to settle their luggage.
The four mature women, Venelana, Grayfia, Serafall, and Eleonora, didn't linger either. They quietly slipped out of the house in secret, seemingly having some important business they needed to take care of.
Rias and Sona, along with Akeno and Tsubaki, headed to the upper floors. It seemed that Rias wanted to speak with their childhood friend Seekvaira and see if they could resolve the matter without troubling me.
If they could tame and convince a potential yandere without me having to deal with her, that would be for the best. Seekvaira was their childhood friend, so perhaps they could use that bond to make her become obedient before she turned into a true yandere.
Xenovia and Irina pulled Griselda away just as she tried to shove Kuroka away from me.
"Emm!!!" One of them covered her mouth while the other dragged her struggling body toward the elevator. She thrashed and struggled the entire way until the elevator doors closed.
"Sniff, sniff, Yusuke-chan, do you want to have kitties with me, nya?" Kuroka licked my face once more while sniffing me. Pressing her large, soft breasts against my arm, she whispered in a sultry, seductive voice.
"Onee-sama!" Koneko could not take it anymore and forcefully separated the two of them, glaring at her older sister. "What is the meaning of this?! I won't allow you to harm Senpai!"
Even though she knew he was extremely strong, Koneko did not trust her older sister. She was far too mischievous and unpredictable. She was clearly associating with terrorists, so who knew what she and her teammates were planning?
Her Senpai already had my hands full dealing with crazy women. The last thing Koneko wanted was for him to be harmed by her older sister as well.
"Harm him? Why would I? Nyaa~!" Kuroka pouted, speaking in an aggrieved tone. Her expression, however, did not look the least bit hurt.
I separated the two of them, guided them toward the sofa, then pulled the clingy Kuroka away from myself. Using Ruler's Authority, I lifted her into the air and gently placed her on the opposite sofa. "Let's have a chat first before talking about making kitties."
"So you'll make kitties with me?!" Kuroka pouted at first after being forcibly separated from me. However, the moment she heard my words, her face lit up with a bright smile.
"Hmph! I'll be the one making kitties with Senpai first!" Koneko snorted and slipped into my lap. She settled comfortably before silently raising both her palms. I glanced down at her, and a large cookie appeared between her hands. The cat girl happily held it and began to munch on it.
"Want something?" I glanced at Kuroka and asked calmly.
"Sake, Junmai Daiginjo sake!" Kuroka blinked before replying.
"..." I glanced through the window. It was still morning, but this woman already wanted to indulge in alcohol. Still, since I was the one who had asked, I fulfilled her request and pulled a bottle of sake from my Inventory along with a choko.
"Thanks, nya!" Kuroka beamed. She quickly shifted into a cross legged sitting position and began pouring the sake into the choko before taking a sip. "Haa, so delicious!" As she moved, her large breasts swayed heavily, nearly slipping free from her kimono several times.
My gaze involuntarily kept drifting toward them whenever they moved, but every time I thought those large, creamy white funbags were about to spill out, they somehow remained concealed within the fabric.
"Senpai... pervert," Koneko noticed my wandering gaze and muttered quietly.
"Ahem! Kuroka," I coughed to cover up my embarrassment before speaking to Kuroka in a solemn tone. "I heard about your story from Koneko. Can you tell us what really happened back then?"
He and Koneko had always been curious about what had happened back then. Why had Kuroka killed their previous master? He had considered asking one of the people involved, Sirzechs, but ultimately decided against it. Sirzechs looked as though he could barely stand being in the same place as him, and Yusuke was not about to kiss anyone's ass either.
Not to mention, I did not even know whether Sirzechs was aware of the whole truth. In the end, the person who truly knew what had happened was the one directly involved in the incident, Kuroka.
"...What happened back then?" Kuroka held the cup in her hand and took a small sip of sake. She fell silent for a short moment, as though lost in thought, but soon a cruel, mischievous smile spread across her face. "Isn't it obvious? That guy pissed me off, so I killed him. It's as simple as that."
"Onee-sama..." Koneko stopped munching on her cookie and looked at her sister.
"We both know that isn't the case," I said in a calm tone as I gently patted Koneko's head. "I don't like girls who lie too much."
"You don't like lying girls, nya?" Kuroka tilted her head and put on a thoughtful expression. She didn't want him to dislike her; that would be bad, very, very bad. Then she glanced at Koneko and saw the concerned yet hopeful look on her sister's face.
Finally, she let out a heavy sigh. The playful expression on her face faded, and she said, "Alright, I'll tell you, but Shirone..."
"Onee-sama, I am not as fragile as you think," Koneko interrupted her with a soft yet extremely firm voice.
"She is no longer weak. She has me and others to lean on, and she has you as well," I said as I caressed Koneko's hair, causing her cat ears to sprout out and twitch.
"Shirone, you really have grown up," Kuroka glanced at the two of them before smiling.
-x-X-x-
After the two sisters became orphans, Kuroka accepted the offer of her previous master to become a reincarnated Devil. That man used her as a test subject for countless experiments because he wanted to create a Super Devil.
Even though the experience was unimaginably painful and torturous, something she had to endure every single day, Kuroka did everything she could to hide it from her sister. She was more than willing to sacrifice herself if it meant keeping her younger sister safe.
Unfortunately, her master eventually grew impatient with the lack of results. One day, he decided to begin experimenting on Koneko as well. When Kuroka learned of his intentions, she killed him without hesitation and ran away.
After that, she became an SS-Class wanted criminal. During that time, she met Vali and the rest of his team and ended up joining them after they helped her escape the devils' hunt a couple of times.
That was the story Kuroka told the two of them. She did not go into much detail, glossing over most of it. Her tone remained light and indifferent, as though she were talking about something completely irrelevant to her.
"That's everything that happened. All of this is in the past. You shouldn't concern yourself with the past and just move on with your life, Shirone," Kuroka sipped her sake and said calmly.
There were actually more things she had hidden from Koneko, like her scum of a father and her meek and useless mother, but Kuroka didn't want to ruin the few blurry memories Koneko still had of their parents. It was better if she never found out the truth.
She had a beautiful life right now, surrounded by many people who loved and supported her, and she also had a man whom she loved. The past no longer mattered.
"Onee-sama," Koneko muttered in a quiet tone. She stood up, reluctantly leaving her senpai's precious lap, and slowly walked over to her older sister. Her lips quivered. She had so much she wanted to say.
Her eyes were wet with tears. Unable to hold herself back any longer, she threw herself into her older sister's arms and hugged her tightly, her body trembling slightly. "I... I am sorry."
"Shirone," Kuroka whispered as she hugged her back and gently stroked her back. She felt her own nose grow stuffy as well. It had been so long since her little sister had embraced her like this.
Although she always acted as if she didn't care whenever Koneko looked at her with cold, skeptical eyes, as though she were an unforgivable criminal, it still hurt. Even so, Kuroka knew it wasn't Koneko's fault.
"Onee-sama," when the two sisters finally separated, Koneko sat down beside her sister. Holding Kuroka's hand tightly, she asked, "Why didn't you tell me before? Why did you leave me all alone?"
"Because I didn't want you to be hunted down like me," Kuroka replied calmly as she patted Koneko's head. Right after that, she quickly changed the subject, "Enough about us. Yusuke-chan! Want to make kitties with me?"
"..." Koneko still had many questions she wanted to ask. When Kuroka escaped, she herself had nearly been executed if it weren't for Sirzechs and Rias saving her. Did Kuroka already know about that? Or was there another reason behind her decision?
In the end, Koneko stopped herself. She would ask about it another time.
Her attention soon shifted back to Yusuke.
Swoosh!
Then, just as the white cat blinked, she suddenly noticed the older black cat move in a blur. The very next instant, Kuroka was already sitting on Yusuke's lap.
"Nyaa~! So comfortable!" Kuroka happily twisted her large, plump ass on my lap, grinding against my growing erection. She leaned the back of her head against my chest and curled up comfortably in my embrace, looking completely satisfied as she relaxed in her favorite spot.
'How weird,' I thought, hands moved instinctively, and began patting her head, gently running fingers through her black hair.
He had never met a yandere like Kuroka before.
Each yandere he had met possessed distinctive traits. After all, no two people were exactly alike. Even twins could never be truly identical, no matter how similar they looked. Still, most yanderes shared a number of common characteristics.
Kuroka, however, seemed different. Her initial submission level was unusually high, even by normal standards.
[Kuroka's submission: 55 (Possessive)]
If that had been the only unusual thing, I wouldn't have found it strange. After all, Venelana's initial submission level had been even higher back then.
What truly made him feel that Kuroka was different was her attitude. She was still in the Possessive phase, yet despite seeing him surrounded by many women, she never displayed the possessiveness that a typical yandere would. She didn't throw a fit or make a scene over it.
She was actually rather chill about it. Aside from being somewhat touchy, touchy and mischievous, she was way more normal than he had expected.
For example, just a couple of minutes ago, she had watched Koneko sitting on my lap. The two of them had looked just like a real couple, but Kuroka hadn't shown the slightest hint of jealousy or envy. She had remained completely relaxed and casual. Then, the moment she got the chance, she immediately pounced onto his lap, looking like a proud cat that had just stolen a treat from a rival cat.
She was openly expressing her affection in a rather... I found it unimaginable to even say it.
A healthy way.
Which is impossible.
"Nyaa~! Head pats feel good," Kuroka squinted her eyes, her cat ears twitching and her two cat tails swaying as if she were enjoying herself immensely. She smirked at Koneko, who was glaring and pouting at her.
"Are you angry? Fufufu, how cute!"
"Onee-sama, I'll be the one making kitties with senpai first," Koneko picked up the cookie she had put away earlier on the table and began munching on it with a pouty expression. She looked so cute even when she was upset that I had to resist the urge to pull her into my arms and squeeze her cheeks.
"Fufufu~! We'll see about that. Sniff, sniff, I can smell that you've been doing it with him for a while now, but you still haven't succeeded yet. Let onee-sama show you how it's done."
Kuroka laughed, her laughter filled with mischievous teasing, which only irritated Koneko further. She glanced up at me and asked. "Should we make kitties right now?"
She twisted her body and changed her position, straddling me as she pressed her large fun bags against his chest.
"Let's talk about that later. I want to ask you a question about Ophis, the Ouroboros Dragon. How strong is he?" I reached out and began caressing her face, fingers brushing against her lips as he felt her breath against my face. She had a rather sweet and delicate fragrance, mixed with the scent of the sake she had drunk earlier.
"Ophis-chan? Are you curious about her?" Kuroka squinted her eyes, enjoying his touch, before tilting her head and asking.
"?!!!"
-x-X-x-
The moment I learned about the existence of Ophis, the first thing that came to my mind was whether Ophis was male or female.
At the time, Azazel had told him that the last time he saw Ophis, Ophis looked like a middle aged man.
When I heard that, I assumed Ophis was male, so I let my guard down and no longer concerned Ophis's gender.
From then on, all he cared about was Ophis's power. He was simply curious about this Dragon God who possessed enough power to destroy the world if he wished to.
Although I later learned that Ophis was actually genderless and could change form however Ophis liked, I didn't think much of it. Since she choose to look like a middle aged man meant Ophis leaned more toward being male, didn't it?
But now, after hearing Kuroka casually say things like "Ophis-chan" and "she," that stupid notion was completely obliterated.
Even if the chance of her being a yandere were low, the consequences would be extremely dire.
"Nyaa? What's wrong with you?" Kuroka was startled by my sudden roar. She tilted her head and licked my face.
"You scared me, nya~!"
"Oh, sorry about that." I petted her head and apologized with a light smile. I felt fortunate that Kuroka had decided to come to my place at this time; otherwise, I would've remained completely in the dark.
This is just my own assumption. Nothing is certain... Wait, why does she keep licking my face? Is this her fetish or something.
'Hmm~! He tastes so delicious! I want to take a bite, nya!' She continued licking his face, her tongue slowly inching toward his irresistible lips, her heart pounding wildly inside her chest.
Being this close in proximity, sensing his hot breath brushing against her face, and his thick, large cock touching her lower body, her face became flushed bright red, and her pupils grew hazy and unfocused. As if she could no longer hold back, she sought out his lips with her own and kissed him deeply.
I sighed inwardly. I really wasn't in the mood for this kind of thing, but I didn't pull away and instead kissed her back. I decided to think of it as giving her a reward.
Soft, hot lips met his. Without the slightest hesitation, her warm, wet tongue slipped into my mouth, entwined with my own, and explored eagerly. It was a kiss that was urgent and passionate, somehow clumsy, yet filled with pure instinctive longing.
[FAHHH!] And the scream of 2B in my head.
...
Many people believed that Grigori and the Fallen Angels were the weakest among the Three Factions.
They didn't have powerful aces like the Devils, who had the Four Satans, nor did they possess the overwhelming strength, vast influence, and extensive manpower that Heaven had spread across virtually every corner of the Earth.
In their early days, Grigori was made up almost entirely of Angels from the Fifth Heaven who had fallen because of their impure thoughts and sexual relations.
It was said that the Great War had originally been fought mainly between God and the Four Original Satans. However, the Fallen Angels were dragged into the conflict and forced to fight both sides. After losing a large number of their subordinates, they became the first faction to withdraw from the war.
After the Great War, Grigori went into hiding in the Human World. They began researching Sacred Gears and developing Artificial Sacred Gears, while also taking in Sacred Gear possessors who had no families and were left to fend for themselves, such as Tobio Ikuse and Vali Lucifer.
So even though they had lost many of their Cadres, a number that only increased after Kokabiel's death, in reality, those who were ignorant didn't know that Grigori still had several secret weapons hidden away, such as Tobio Ikuse and other Longinus users.
Benemune was the last remaining female among the Cadres. Compared to the other eccentric Cadres with their quirky personalities and strange fetishes, she was on the more normal side. She had a very calm and collected personality and disliked speaking loudly.
That was what her subordinates thought of her, but when she was with people she was familiar with, she was actually very easygoing and liked to crack jokes and tease others.
It was late at night, but the light in Benemune's office was still on. A few strands of her long purple hair draped over her desk as she lowered her head, reading the documents spread out before her.
Like the vast majority of the Fallen Angels, Benemune was very beautiful and possessed an extremely voluptuous and sexy figure. She was tall, with long purple hair that reached well below her waist. Her orange eyes were hidden behind a pair of glasses, giving her a soft, intellectual appearance.
Her two perfect globes rested against the edge of the desk, pressed down and slightly deformed by the pressure as she leaned forward.
Back when Azazel returned from the peace treaty meeting that had been held in Kuoh, he talked quite a bit about Yusuke and also Issei's fight with Vali. After all, a human with such absurd strength was an extremely rare existence in the entire history of mankind.
Benemune became curious about him. She briefly looked through some of his information, such as his age, name, and the people he was in a relationship with, but she didn't dig too deeply into it. Perhaps it was simply luck, but there wasn't a single picture of him, so she had no idea what he looked like.
But this time, Yusuke once again caused a great commotion. On top of that, the gossip about him being involved with Grayfia, Venelana, and several other women made Penemue, being a woman herself who wanted to get some of that tea, immensely curious. Her curiosity had been thoroughly stimulated.
Who exactly was this man? He had not only cuckolded Sirzechs, but had also become his stepfather and brother-in-law at the same time. It was so freaking outrageous!
Was this man named Yusuke Aoki the nemesis of House Gremory?
He kept taking their women as if he were some kind of chick magnet.
Benemune found it surprisingly difficult to find any information about Yusuke when she searched on her own. She was one of the highest authorities in the entire Fallen Angel race. Her position was far higher than that of a minister in a vast country, yet she sensed that someone was deliberately trying to erase or hide all traces of Yusuke Aoki, which only made her even more intrigued.
Fortunately for her, Azazel was someone who met Yusuke frequently. Sometimes, he even met him every day, so she simply asked him for help.
The stack of documents on the desk before her was the information she had obtained about Yusuke.
That nasty bastard Azazel might look easygoing and laid back, but everyone old enough to have known him in the past understood just how much of a scheming bastard he truly was. He loved pulling strings and setting up schemes whenever he had the opportunity. It was only in the last few centuries that he had mellowed out and stopped with his tricks.
Even so, he had still managed to collect a vast database containing all kinds of information about Yusuke Aoki.
Putting aside the implications if Yusuke were to ever go rogue someday, the fact that he, as a human, had become that strong at the age of seventeen was enough to make a scientist like Azazel extremely interested.
If he didn't know it was impossible, he probably would have already put Yusuke on a table and dissected him just to discover what was inside him that allowed him to become so powerful.
"Yusuke... Aoki..."
Benemune's finger slowly moved, languidly tracing over the picture before her. Her luscious red, glossy lips parted slightly as she whispered his name, her tongue lightly brushing against her lips.
An hour ago, she had begun looking through the stack of papers that Azazel had sent her. The moment her eyes landed on his picture, she felt a lightning like jolt run through her entire being.
Every single cell in her body seemed to tremble and rejoice. It was as if her very soul had been illuminated with overwhelming joy and longing.
It stood to reason that she should have been terrified or scared by those feelings invading her mind and soul, but instead of fear, all she felt was joy and a deep sense of fulfillment, as if she had finally found something worth living for.
Benemune didn't know why she was feeling this way so suddenly. Why was she experiencing such intense longing and yearning for a man she had never met before?
But one thing she knew was that she had perhaps just opened Pandora's box.
"Just who are you?" Benemune whispered softly. Her rational mind kept telling her that she should get herself checked immediately. If she had fallen under the effects of a hypnosis or charm spell, she needed to know.
But her body refused to move. Her entire being kept telling her to wait for a little while longer, just a bit more, to continue staring at his face for a little longer...
...
"Where to go?"
Ophis floated in the sky, looking down at the people below with a blank expression.
She had just left the Khaos Brigade's headquarters after giving the people there more of her energy because they once again had promised to find a way to kick that stupid Red out of the Dimensional Gap.
She had long since lost count of how many times they had said this to her.
Ophis was too pure and ignorant. She had never considered how people as weak as ants could possibly help her defeat Great Red, a being whom even she herself couldn't defeat.
But to her, this was the only option she could think of. Or rather, she hadn't really thought about it at all. They were the ones who proposed this idea to her, and she accepted because she had nothing else to do anyway.
"Eat sweets?"
But Ophis wasn't impatient. Or rather, the concept of time for her was different from that of normal people. A year to her was no different from a hundred or a thousand years. It didn't matter how much time passed before she could kick Great Red out of her home.
Like a cultivator who sat on their ass for God knows how many millions of years just to reach the low level of the mid rank of the Heaven Shattering Earth Piercing Realm.
Besides, she was already discovering new things that she could enjoy in the meantime.
Like sweets, sweets, and even more sweets!
Well, there was also that thing called love, but it was far too complicated and annoying. She had given up on trying to find it for now. She would just ask Kuroka about it when she came back.
"Emm? Kuroka?" Suddenly, Ophis blinked her eyes and looked in a certain direction.
Then, in the next instant, her figure vanished.
-x-X-x-
"Mr. Riser, should I call you Mrs.?" Azazel's body visibly trembled, his face twitching as he desperately suppressed his laughter while looking at the busty blonde woman before him.
"Are you gay now."
The five of them were in the Occult Research Club room. Azazel's eyes swept across the three blonde women surrounding Issei in the middle.
They all had beautiful features, milky white skin, and voluptuous bodies. Especially Riser. He... I mean, she was thick as fuck.
'With very strong pectoral muscles!'
Saji had short hair that reached her shoulders and had a shy, tomboyish beauty.
Kiba, on the other hand, had long hair, a slender body, and medium sized breasts and butt. She carried herself with a frail, delicate bearing, giving her the refined elegance of a classical noble beauty.
'So Issei likes blondes,' Azazel thought. He subconsciously ran a hand through his golden bangs and, for some ominous reason, instinctively clutched his butt. 'Perhaps I should dye my hair black.'
"Azazel-sama, with all due respect, I am not gay. I am a woman," Riser said with a serious frown, her hand resting on Issei's shoulder.
"Alright, gay, woman, male, gender fluid, nonbinary, I don't care." Azazel dismissively waved his hand as he glanced at Issei. "I'm more curious about how you managed to do it. Did you steal Ajuka's pen?"
Both he and Ajuka had gadgets that could genderbend people. Ajuka had made a pen, while Azazel had a pistol, though he had not used it yet. The last time he used one of his inventions, it was the age bending pistol on Vali, turning him into a kid.
Next time, perhaps he should use the gender bending pistol on Vali instead. That sounded like a fitting punishment for betraying him.
A Female White Dragon Emperor and a Male Red Dragon Emperor. Why did that suddenly sound so romantic?
Azazel's nasty side began to take over. As he imagined the scene of Issei and Vali together, his lips slowly curled into a sinister grin without him even noticing.
"I created a new technique, Azazel-sensei. Please stop grinning like that; it gives me the chills," Issei said, scratching the back of his head with a cautious look. For some reason, Azazel's grin gave him a bad feeling.
"Ehem, my bad, my bad. Come on, tell me about this technique you created," Azazel said, quickly wiping the grin off his face as he cleared his throat.
Issei then told him everything that had happened, about the Oppai Goddess and how she had helped him create his genderbending technique, Oppai Paradise.
"An Oppai Goddess... I didn't expect something this important to come out of it," Azazel muttered, holding his chin as he fell into deep thought. This matter was of the utmost importance.
He knew all the Gods from every mythology in this world, but he had never heard of an Oppai Goddess. He would have to look into this matter more thoroughly. Glancing at Issei with serious eyes, he thought that perhaps he should conduct a few experiments on him as well to see if he could uncover more clues.
He could just call it a new training method. That would do the trick.
The club's door opened, and Yusuke walked in alongside Koneko, Aika, Murayama, Ravel, Irina, and Xenovia.
-x-X-x-
"Yusuke-kun, you came at the perfect time. Look at them, hahahaha!" The moment I stepped through the door, Azazel rushed over, threw an arm around his shoulders, pointed at the three blonde women surrounding Issei, and burst into hysterical laughter.
"Why are you laughing like that? Your spit is flying everywhere," I said, pushing him away with a look of disgust. I then looked at Issei and the three women before blurting out, "Issei Hyoudou, are these your girlfriends? Wait, aren't you gay?"
The last time he saw Issei, the guy had been holding hands with Riser, Kiba, and Saji while staying unusually close to all three of them. The four of them had been so clingy and touchy that there was no way they weren't fucking each other.
"I am not gay!" Issei roared, deeply offended as he immediately defended himself.
He was as straight as the Tokyo Tower, and anything that made him hard was a woman!
As for the memory of getting drilled in the ass by Riser back then, it had been completely erased from his mind.
"Who are these three? I told you before not to bring strangers into this place." I glanced at the three women, feeling they looked somewhat familiar.
"They are Riser, Kiba, and Saji! Hahahaha!"
"Azazel-sensei, that's rude," Kiba said in a soft voice as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Kiba-senpai? How did this happen?" Koneko looked at her senpai with a clear look of shock.
Azazel wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes before explaining to them what had happened, including Issei's Oppai Paradise.
"Oppai Paradise?" The moment I heard about the technique's effects, my expression darkened. I stretched out my hand, and the next instant, Issei found himself floating in the air, his limbs and neck locked in place by an invisible force.
"Ah! What's going on? Yusuke-san? What are you doing?!" Issei struggled in the air before staring at me with a terrifying expression. He then roared in panic, "Azazel-sensei, save me!"
"Issei-san!"
"Issei-kun!"
"Issei-sama!"
The three blonde women immediately hurried to save him. They flew into the air to help him, but the same invisible force that restrained Issei immobilized them as well.
"Look, Issei Hyoudou, if you want us to remain allies, I'll say this only once," I spoke very slowly, voice carrying a serious warning. "If you ever use that technique anywhere near me, I'll rip off your limbs and twist your neck. Capiche?"
"What is capiche?" Issei tilted his head and asked.
[Partner, I don't think this is the time for that. Hurry and answer him... Well, you know what? Don't answer him. Please hurry up and die. I want to return to the reincarnation cycle. I am tired of all this shit!] The Boosted Gear appeared in Issei's hand, and Ddraig's voice rang out. However, the once majestic and deep voice of the Red Dragon Emperor had become strange and pathetic, sounding like an old, frail man who simply wanted to give up and die as soon as possible.
"Wait! Wait! Yusuke-san, I promise, I promise I will never use it anywhere near you! I wasn't planning to use it in the first place!" As Issei felt his limbs being pulled in every direction and the pressure around his neck increasing, he hurriedly shouted in panic.
Thud!
As soon as he made his promise, the force holding him in the air released him. Issei, along with the other three, fell to the ground and landed on their butts.
"Yusuke-san, that was harsh. You didn't have to do that," Kiba said as she stood up, patted her butt, and gave me a weary smile.
"Oh, Kiba-san, should I call you Ms.?"
But the smile immediately vanished. I turned around, grabbed Azazel by his shirt, and lifted him into the air. "Azazel! You bastard! Why didn't you tell me that Ophis was a woman?!"
Last night, he managed to get as much information as possible from Kuroka about Ophis. It had actually surprised him. He never expected that the legendary Dragon God, one of the two strongest beings alongside Great Red, would be so naive.
But that did not make him lower his guard or feel relaxed at all. It was true that the possibility of her turning into a yandere was, realistically speaking, very low, but Yusuke had already considered the possibility that she was one.
Because of that, he was genuinely afraid of Ophis. Hearing that she was naive and ignorant did not make him relax. On the contrary, it only made him even more scared.
If someone as pure and naive as her were to become a yandere, she would be far more terrifying than any yandere he had ever encountered at any point.
She could potentially be far worse than Murayama or Grayfia by miles. At least the two of them only wanted to own him. They understood their feelings and knew their motivations. Additionally, even though their morals when it came to Yusuke were heavily blurred, they still had morals.
But Ophis, who, according to Kuroka, was extremely naive and like a blank sheet of paper when it came to morals and ethics, could be far more dangerous. At the slightest feeling of discomfort or confusion, she could potentially erase the entire Earth without feeling any guilt or regret. To her, it might not even be an act of cruelty, but simply an action without any understanding of the consequences.
It was like the difference between a criminal who kills someone while knowing that what they are doing is wrong, and a child holding a gun, firing at people without the slightest trace of remorse because they do not understand death or the value of life.
To that child, the people they killed would be no different from ants being crushed beneath their feet.
A child's mentality combined with overwhelming power was a terrifying combination.
Because of that, after making out with Kuroka, I sent her back and asked her to monitor Ophis. I told her to never let Ophis leave her sight and to keep watching over her at all times.
In exchange, I promised to fulfill one request from her.
...
At the same time, in the Underworld, Bael Territory.
A crimson magic circle bloomed into existence inside a remote, majestic castle. From it, Venelana, Grayfia, Serafall, and Eleonora appeared.
"Ancestor, I heard you requested to see me," Venelana said as she looked up at the middle aged man sitting upon his throne.