There is power in knowing what is going to trend on Social Media in the future.
But there's a reason why I won't make it that popular. Although I don't wish to get involved with Rias and the like, since I live in this world, in Kuoh. The possibility of her or anyone from her or Sona's peerage appearing through my door still exists. It could just be that this coffee shop is my secret little hideout from them.
But then, I won't be able to stomach the fact that aside from those I know in DXD, there is still a lot of deities I don't know. There's no Celtic mythology in DXD, no Egyptian either or Aztec. But they exist.
And because of that, I won't be able to recognize who is a part of the supernatural or not sans the ones who appear in DxD. I sound a bit paranoid I imagine. But I cannot stomach the nerves I would feel if I had hundreds of customers in my shop and every single one of them is a god. Someone that can literally kill me just by sight.
~•Two years ago•~
But sans from only being human. I can confirm that I'm not exactly normal.
It was something I had discovered completely by mistake when I was 16. And meeting with an agent to get a loan to buy this shop.
She was dressed in this particular suit that hugged her curves in all the places my eyes couldn't leave. I may have not seen the DxD girls at this point. Heck, the agent was probably not even the background character. But she was attractive, attractive enough to make heads turn in my previous world.
It was safe to say that if a normal person looked like this, then I'm sure someone like Rias was absolutely bewitching, and that wars will start over someone like Grayfia.
"Kusora, was it?" She asked before sliding a bundle of papers towards me and pointing at the dotted line.
"Here you go, you should start here."
The agent offered me a pen and when I took it from her hand I could feel her shiver. She had nearly dropped it when it landed perfectly in my hand, and I used it to sign the dotted line.
While there were loads of times I didn't pay attention to her, during the small moment I took to look over the room, I had always found her watching me. Her face growing more flushed every time.
Soon I heard her stand from her desk and walk around to my back. I thought it weird that she got so close to me, but I didn't mind it, since I thought she wasn't going to do anything.
"Are you doing okay?" The agent asked. "I know it's a lot."
"It's fine. Nothing I'm not used too." I responded. Looks like the silence was a bit deafening and it got to her. At best she was making small talk while doing this.
I felt a chill when her cold hands started massaging my nape. This treatment was starting to get a bit weird on my part. She had said that it was just a friendly massage for relaxation, but she seemed a little too hot and bothered for me not to be the least bit concerned.
The redness of her blush was obvious by now, her drool as she looked at me and at times stroked by hair. I smelled something in the air at that time, and little over than a minute after I finished, the agent kept staring and making small talk.
"How old are you?"
"16." I answered. When her eyes glazed, I gave her a raised eyebrow. Although I didn't know how she was looking at me at the time, all I thought of was how weird the look she gave me was. I thought she was sick at first since she seemed a bit perturbed despite fanning her flushed face.
"Oh." She breathed. "So you're in high school."
I didn't answer her comment at the time, primarily because I did remember mentioning that as I met her for the first time. The way about how she said that had felt off-putting to a teen.
But I guess the facade didn't last. Because I distinctly remember going up to check on her before she pounced on me and roughly locked my lips.
The surprise from the kiss left me stunned and unable to even move. The agent made sure to capitalise on my stunned shock as she took of her clothes.
I'm sure one could guess as to what had actually happened afterwards. After all, despite her being in jail for statutory rape she was actually my first time. Not that I was the one who charged her for assault, that was all the camera watched her in the office.
In my eyes, she was free food on a platter. Not that I really cared about my virginity considering I was probably older than her in my head. It also helped that she was at least very attractive, lest I sued for emotional distress.
This was not the only incident that year however, it was just the most intense. The same pattern had occurred for a majority of women around my neighbourhood that I'd meet. Either on the way to the supermarket or the park. I stepped on a puddle of female cum because of this and ruined my shoe. Still couldn't find that girl.
Throughout the patterns I drew up a thesis that was proven later when I turned 17.
I have a special 'aura' that slowly awakens sexual desire over time. I.e. the longer people are around me, the more they want to fuck me.
I can't turn it off. And the effect gets stronger the closer they are to me. The arousal effect is constant the longer you stay around me. And over time, it builds up.
To my surprise, touching me directly has an opposite effect, but still related to pleasurable senses. Touching my skin genuinely feels good for other people.
If I had to describe the sensation, I would say that touching my body directly would give the recipient chills similar to that of ASMR. It relaxes them, making them more prone to the aura's effects.
~•Current Day•~
It was only after a good while that I had managed to gain some semblance of control over this aura and touch of mine.
Not going to lie, knowing about the effects my body has on people is part of the reason why I chose to let this coffee shop stagnate in presence.
I'm sure many would think this type of ability to be amazing, but being honest. This aura is more trouble than it's worth. It already has pretty severe drawbacks and I haven't once tested it on anything remotely supernatural.
If you thought that this aura was only limited to humans or anything with a valid reproductive system, then I'm sorry to say that you'd be dead wrong. I thank my lucky stars that they're no cockroaches around, but mosquitoes give me trouble at night because of this.
Still though, I cannot deny its uses. At the very least it seems to have an effective range of a few metres.
As I flipped the sign on the door to closed, I immediately got a message on my cell. A heart, a fire with a location and a time.
I sighed. Of course something had to be done before I could finally rest.
Walked upstairs to my comfortable house. I managed to pay off the mortgage on this block with the job I'm preparing to go to. The coffee shop is on the bottom floor, while my house is above it and has two floors.
I came out of the shower a few minutes later, and made sure to look in the mirror. My hair has grown rather long over the years I've been here. And while I'm probably not on the level of the devil's, I would consider myself at least good looking.
Enough of that now. I need to get this done before midnight. Else I might run into a Stray Devil.
Canon is starting soon, so I'd rather not get caught off guard by something I can avoid.
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