High School DxD: Fox of Ill Omen

Issei

I let out a long breath and drank a full glass of water in the kitchen.

My life was too much.

That was the only honest conclusion left.

Upstairs, in my room, Buchou and Asia were asleep.

Or at least I hoped they were asleep.

After all the chaos from before—Buchou trying to sleep naked with me like it was the most natural thing in the world, Asia stubbornly insisting that she had a right to sleep beside me too, Kusari-san getting caught in the middle and somehow making things even worse with her assumption that it wouldn’t only be sleeping. I had barely managed to calm the situation down at all.

In the end, I wound up sleeping with both of them like Kusari-san suggested.

Sort of.

Buchou had actually put on a nightgown for once.

I felt like I was ruining something amazing when I asked her to wear it but I didn’t want Asia to think she had to sleep naked.

Asia ended up on my other side, red-faced and determined in the kind of way only Asia could manage.

It seemed like Asia was picking up some behaviors from watching Buchou and listening to Kiryuu.

She was becoming more erotic because of it and I didn’t know if I should be happy from the change or concerned I was losing my innocent Asai-chan.

And I, Hyoudou Issei, slept between two unbelievably beautiful girls and still had to spend most of the night trying not to explode from excitement.

It was hell.

Wonderful, wonderful hell.

Buchou on my left.

Asia on my right.

The greatest situation in any normal guy’s imagination.

And I couldn’t do anything.

If I reached toward Buchou, Asia would probably get angry.

If I reached toward Asia, my conscience would punch me in the face, and Buchou might get angry.

So there I was, trapped between a dream and my own lack of guts, lying awake while the two of them breathed softly beside me like the universe had personally decided to test how much suffering one future Harem King could survive before breaking.

It was even worse because Kusari-san thought we were going to have sex and now I can’t stop thinking about it.

I mean I would have thought about it anyway but the beautiful and aloof fox girl of the peerage bringing it up made the situation much worse.

I escaped the room when I got the chance.

That was how I ended up downstairs, drinking water in the dark and trying to recover what remained of my sanity.

Outside, the house was quiet.

Inside my head, absolutely not.

Because even after all that, the thing that kept circling back wasn’t only Buchou’s nightgown or Asia’s blush as she took off her clothes or the fact that I was somehow living this life now.

It was Kusari-san’s face right before she slipped out of the room.

The look she gave Buchou and Asia.

The look she gave the bed.

The fact that she had gone still for half a second after realizing her assumption was wrong.

Like she had only realized afterward that I wasn’t already sleeping with both of the girls in my house.

And then there was Yuuto-san.

The rain.

Her face.

Excalibur.

The reason I’m living.

That part sat behind everything else like a splinter I couldn’t reach.

I drank the last of the water and stared at the dark window above the sink.

Then Ddraig spoke.

[Hey, partner.]

I nearly crushed the glass in my hand.

“Don’t do that!”

[Hahaha sorry. You seemed distracted and I didn’t know how long you were going to brood.]

“I wasn’t brooding, just thinking.”

I put the glass down and sat on the sofa in the living room.

“You haven’t said anything to me since I used the balance breaker against Riser, and didn't even talk to me when I was calling out to you!”

[I wont disappear on you again. Let’s talk a bit.]

I wonder if him talking means the dragon power in my arm is growing too much.

Since my arm turned draconic when I made my deal with Ddraig it now needs to be maintained in order to keep its human appearance.

Buchou and Akeno-san have been giving me treatment to disrupt the dragon power in my arm to keep it normal.

It’s been amazing.

I returned my focus to Ddraig.

[You’ve had a lot on your mind lately.]

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

He chuckled.

[You never stop surprising me. Most of my hosts in the past were consumed by pride, power, fear, revenge, battle, or ambition. You, however, are capable of being dragged equally hard by lust, loyalty, and stubbornness .]

“Why does it sound bad when you are obviously trying to praise me...”

[You know, I don’t mind talking with you about the opposite sex.]

“You heard earlier?”

[Your sacred gear is a part of you, so I am always with you. That means I hear everything around you weather I’d like to or not.]

That is both annoying and embarrassing. At least Ddraig doesn’t seem like he’ll give me issues over it.

[The Gremory girl’s affection for you is deep.]

Heat hit my face instantly.

“I know she’s affectionate,” I muttered. “You don’t need to say it like that.”

[And the blond one clings to you too.]

“Asia doesn’t cling! She just…” I stopped. “Okay, maybe she clings a little.”

Ddraig waited for a beat.

[The fox girl has been on your mind too.]

I stared at the ceiling.

“I never said she hadn’t.”

He laughed then, low and rumbling inside my arm.

[You don’t need to. You think loudly.]

“Great. Even my thoughts have an audience.”

[It is convenient for battle.]

“It is horrifying.”

[Don’t be that way. Anyways, the Gremory are beings with extraordinary affection among the devils. This is true with your master as well. Especially with the love Rias Gremory has towards you. She seems to truly adore you.]

“You already said that. I really don’t know why but you’re right.”

[You should experience these sort of things while you still can. You won’t know when the “white dragon” will appear before you.]

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to ask for a while, but who is “white guy” you always talk about?”

[The white dragon, Vanishing Dragon.]

Ddraig explained to me his fight with the Vanishing dragon during the Great War between the three factions.

How the dragons did not pick a side during the war, and how his fight was so terrible that the three factions called a truce to defeat the two of them.

How he doesn’t even remember why their fight started in the first place, and that it ended with both him and the Vanishing Dragon getting sealed into sacred gears.

Now the two of them fight through their possessors whenever they meet, to continue their battle that was interrupted.

[Now it is you who became my host. And you became a Devil, which is a first for one of my hosts. That’s why I am looking forward to your growth. I’m curious how our clash will look this time?]

I was the possessor of the boosted gear, but not by choice.

I cleared my throat, and roared with my strongest voice.

“Ddraig! My goal is to become a high-class devil by being promoted to one. Then I will become a Harem-king! I will have beautiful girls as my Devil servants who will listen to my every desire and command. I will create a bishoujo army!”

[Hahaha! Normally my hosts have been consumed by the power in the Boosted Gear or too terrified to wield it. Your attitude is another first for me. You simply want to live your dream while my other hosts weren’t even able to lead a decent life.]

“How is that possible? Am I really that strange?

[You are weird but not abnormal. But no matter what, you are someone possessed by a Dragon. That means that people will gather around you. Wither to seek you out in challenge or become fascinated by you. Dragons have always represented power. It has always attracted others even unwittingly.]

“That sounds annoying. So I’ll just be a magnet for people who want to fight me?”

[The path of the Dragon-emperor has always been one that requires one to fight strong foes who are attracted to your power. But there are sides of it that someone like you would enjoy. You will also attract women as well.]

“Are you serious!?”

[Yes. It is a subconscious draw that attracts them to an ideal mate. All of my hosts have been surrounded by the opposite sex.]

I take back every bad thing I’ve thought about my sacred gear.

This is amazing!

Ddraig-sansei is possibly the greatest sacred gear in existence.

There was a short silence after that, and then Ddraig said, more thoughtfully:

[Hmmmm, the fox girl may be similar in the future.]

That made me stop imagining beautiful girls gathering around me and glance down at my left hand.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ddraig’s voice shifted. Less amused now. More thoughtful.

[Power gathers around power. That is the nature of dragons. Strong things are drawn to other strong things, or to the idea of strength itself.]

“Yeah, you said that before.”

[It is not only Dragons.]

I sat up a little.

That got my attention.

[There are races besides Dragons that can draw others around them. Powerful beings with strong presence. Certain kings. Certain monsters. Certain sacred lineages. And among the Youkai, there are foxes who can do it as well.]

“Kitsune?”

[Yes, but only exceptional ones.]

I frowned. “Like Kusari-san?”

[Possibly.]

That sent my thoughts in exactly one direction immediately.

“You’re telling me there are people who might get drawn to Kusari-san the same way people get drawn to Dragons?”

[Do not exaggerate. I said exceptional Kitsune. It is not common.]

“That is not the reassuring part!”

Ddraig laughed again.

[You get caught on the strangest things.]

“I’m a man of focus.”

[You are panicking. I’m imagining it’s not due to her possibly attracting strong foes.]

“Exactly!”

Because obviously my brain had already grabbed the worst possible conclusion and sprinted with it.

Kusari-san already looked more noticeable after the first seal release.

Everyone in class and random idiots in the hallway had started staring more.

If Ddraig was right and some powerful kitsune thing was going on too—

Attracting the opposite sex.

That was what my brain gave me.

The Dragon power in my sacred gear would attract those who would want to fight me, and girls as well, according to Ddraig.

That meant Kusari would attract those interested in power and guys interested in her.

Guys approaching her constantly.

Regular humans and supernatural men seeking her out.

I wasn’t as close to Kusari-san as I was with the others, so it shouldn’t have bothered me as much.

I hated it anyway.

[Do not worry too much.]

That, naturally, did not help.

“Don’t tell me not to worry after saying that.”

[What I said was that powerful Kitsune can draw others in. But the fox girl is… strange.]

That slowed me down.

“Strange how?”

A pause.

[For a Kitsune, something about her is off.]

My hand curled slightly on the sofa cushion.

“Off how?”

[I do not know. With the seals placed on her and your lack of strength I cannot tell.]

That was not the answer I wanted.

I sat there for a second in the dark, thinking about all the little things around Kusari-san that never lined up neatly.

The three Pawn pieces.

The way even high-class devils reacted when they really looked at her.

The seals on her.

The feeling she had now after the seal release, like she was stronger than before, but still not what I would expect a 3 pawn devil should be.

And then there was the other part.

The part where Ddraig didn’t know.

For a dragon like him not to know exactly what he was sensing around her—

That bothered me.

Inconveniently, it also made her even more interesting.

Which was a problem, because she was already interesting enough.

“So,” I said slowly, “you’re telling me dragons attract people, powerful Kitsune can too, Kusari-san might be that kind of Kitsune, and there’s something weird about her even for that?”

[That is a rough summary.]

“I hate this.”

[Sorry partner.]

I hated how little we knew.

I dragged both hands down my face.

“Fine. Whatever. If I have competition, I’ll deal with it.”

Ddraig went quiet for a moment.

[Competition.]

“Don’t repeat it like that.”

[You act like you’ve already caught her eye.]

I pointed at my left arm even though he couldn’t see the gesture in any way that made sense.

“That’s besides the point.”

[Hahahahaha, you really are an interesting host.]

I fell back against the sofa again and groaned.

“Why are you like this?”

[Because your reactions are entertaining.]

“You sound like Akeno-senpai.”

I sat there for a little while longer after that, listening to the house and the old wooden sounds it made at night, feeling the strange mixture of things pulling at me.

Buchou upstairs.

Asia upstairs.

Yuuto-san somewhere out there with a hatred sharp enough to give her direction.

Kusari-san in the old school building, probably asleep by now.

Or maybe not.

Maybe awake and looking at the ceiling like I was, thinking too much and trusting none of it.

And me.

Here.

With a dragon in my arm telling me there was something strange about one of the girls I already couldn’t stop paying attention to.

Tomorrow, Akeno-san was going to help nullify the dragon power still accumulating in my arm.

Maybe that would at least be straightforward.

Then I remembered how Akeno-san did it.

It was erotic and wonderful.

I was already excited about the treatment.

So not straightforward at all.

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The second floor room in the old school building had once been a classroom.

Now it was one of those places where the club handled things that weren’t meant for ordinary school life.

Tatami covered the floor. The usual desks and chairs were gone.

Symbols had been drawn around the room, and ritual tools sat near the edges in careful arrangement.

A magic circle had been set at the center, and that was where I was sitting now, shirtless, trying to act calm about a situation that was guaranteed to destroy whatever calm I had left.

Today Akeno-san was taking her turn for the dragon-power nullification.

Buchou and Akeno-san alternated.

When Akeno-san was the one performing the nullification the whole act became an erotic way to tease me into a stuttering mess.

I was both excited and afraid.

That fact alone probably explained why my body treated this room like a war zone.

I sat in the middle of the circle and waited.

Then the door slid open.

Akeno-san entered wearing white.

Or, more accurately, something white and very thin and very wet and definitely chosen with the itent to ruin me.

My thoughts died instantly.

Her long black hair was loose instead of tied back, which was already dangerous enough.

The wet cloth left almost nothing to the imagination.

It clung to her curves like a second skin and was just thick enough not to become see through when wet.

She hadn’t even done anything yet and I wa already in heaven.

She smiled when she saw my face.

That smile told me she had done this on purpose.

Absolutely on purpose.

“The preparations are done,” she said softly, coming to sit in front of me. “Now, then, shall we begin?”

Should we begin?

Should we—

No normal high school boy should have had to answer that question under these circumstances.

“Y-Yes,” I said anyway, because apparently my mouth still worked.

Only barely.

Akeno-san tilted her head.

“Ara, Ara. Is something wrong? You suddenly became very quiet. Is there something wrong with my outfit?”

“N-No! You look great!

That answer came too fast.

Her smile deepened.

“Ara. Then perhaps the ritual clothing is acceptable.”

She shifted closer.

The cloth shifted on her body.

Akeno-san took my left hand gently, turning it so my index finger faced toward her.

“As I explained before,” she said, voice low and calm in a way that only made the whole thing worse, “the easiest way to nullify the excess dragon power is to draw it out directly. So I will be sucking the energy out from your finger, to keep the arm from reverting to its dragon state.”

I couldn’t help but stare at her chest.

The wet cloth clung to her tightly and I already almost had a nosebleed.

As I looked over her body I realized that she wasn’t wearing anything under the white cloth.

“Let’s start. Ise-kun. Please give me your left-arm.”

“Ye-Yes! I will be in your care!”

She laughed very softly at that.

Then she raised my hand.

And took my finger into her mouth.

I stopped breathing.

Warmth closed around the fingertip first, then pressure, then that impossible, unfamiliar sensation of being deliberately and very carefully drawn on.

It was not just physical. The wave of dragon power in my left arm actually moved with it, gathering and pulling toward the the end of my finger.

Which did not make it any less unfair.

Especially when Akeno-san clearly noticed every reaction.

The power in my left arm started to loosen, the tight heavy feeling easing as the ritual worked.

At the same time, every single one of my thoughts turned pink and died.

She seemed to be purposefully making obscene sucking noises.

My breath hitched at the sound.

She even started to lick my finger as she drew out the power.

When I looked at her I saw that she was making a face that she knew exactly what she was doing to me and enjoying it.

Akeno-san pulled back just enough to let the fingertip go with a soft, wet sound.

I stared at my hand as I tried to gather my scattered thought.

She smiled at me over it.

“If you make that face, I’ll think I’m doing very well.”

“It’s great!”

I almost shouted with how quickly I said it.

“Ara ara.”

Then, instead of returning to the ritual properly like a kind and merciful upperclassman, she licked once along the side of my finger.

My whole body jolted.

“Ah—!”

Akeno-san’s eyes gleamed.

“I thought so,” she said. “You make such cute reactions, Ise-kun. It makes me want to give you more service.”

“Wh-What do you me by s-service?”

“You see, I happen to adore my kouhai and want to show it.”

She began sucking on my finger again to continue the ritual.

As she does she moves closer and leans her body on mine while she hugs me.

Akeno-san sees my surprise and smiles in response.

My nose starts to bleed from the stimulation!

“Even if I enjoy teasing you, I really do like you, Ise-kun.”

“Me?”

“When we first met I only thought of you as a silly kouhai. You were ridiculous and blatantly perverted. But you on that rooftop you stood up against Riser no matter how many times he beat you down. You went to the engagement hall to save Buchou and brought Kusari back to us.” Her eyes softened, just a little. “A man fighting desperately for the person he cares for is difficult not to admire.”

She looked sad for a moment.

“Even Kusari-chan fought with everything she had during the rating game. She was able to defeat the [Queen] that I could not and then joined your fight against Riser before the game ended.”

Akeno-san must have been affected by her loss against Riser’s [Queen] that led to her retirement.

“Thats true. Kusari-san was barely standing when she arrived on the roof. I could hardly believe it.”

“It was impressive to watch both of you fighting so hard. And then you kept fighting at the engagement celebration. You fought to save Rias and Kusari-chan. You defeated the immortal Phoenix to save not one but two women. It’s something that any woman would find arousing.”

“What do you m-mean A-Akeno-senpai?”

Akeno-san looked at me and chuckled.

“Ufu. Sometimes, when I think of you I get a hot feeling in my chest

She shifted again, the wet cloth brushing against my bare skin just enough to convince me that the world was specifically designed to test me.

“Whenever you show those shameless looks and honestly show your desire, my instinct to bully you grows hard to ignore. Is this feeling love?”

Isn’t she bullying me already?

Only Onee-sama could make bullying feel sexual.

I have so much to learn

“But Rias would probably be furious if I layer my hands on you. She really cares for you deeply. You are a sinful Devil Ise-kun.”

What sins did I commit to get this treatment?

I need to know so this can continue!

Akeno-san put her arms around my neck.

Her body gets further exposed as she leans against me.

“How about this. Would you like to have an affair with me?”

“What!? An affair?!”

I don’t know who it’d be against, but the way she said it turns me on!

“Ufufufu. We can keep quiet about what’s going to happen from Buchou and Asia-chan. Exciting, isn’t it? A secret between us.”

My nosebleed only got worse.

“I also want the experience of being devoured by a younger boy. And since I’m a masochist as well I think that it will help with our first time.

“Akeno-san, are you perhaps…?”

“Yes, I’m a virgin. Ufufu.since Ise-kun is the more experienced one I’ll follow your lead.”

“N-No. I ummm, I…. also am a virgin.”

Akeno-san looked shocked

“Eh? Really?. I thought that since she moved in you and Rias would’ve done it already.”

“No, no! We haven’t! I don’t even know if I am allowed to!”

“Ara ara. Buchou really is taking her time.Then what about Asia-chan?”

“I can’t! It’s cute, innocent Asia-chan! I can’t touch her like that!”

I can’t lay my hands on either of them.

Asia is too pure and I need to protect her.

Buchou is my [King] and a Nobel devil. She is too far above me for that to happen.

“Knowing how she is around you Ise-kun, I thought Rias would have tried to be with you every night. That’s really suprising.”

“Even Kusari-san assumed we were sleeping together. It seems like everyone is assuming that I’ve been with them.”

“Ara. You’ve even got Kusari-cha interested. Ise-kun. Don’t you want to do it with any of them?”

“I really do! I’m struggling with it every day! I just can’t get to the last step and end up crying every night! I want to have sex with Buchou and Asia!”

Im I boy with desires!

I live with two bishoujo!

Of course I want them!

“Awww poor Ise-kun. It looks like both you and Rias are slow in that regard. Haaaah, it looks like we won’t be able to do anything without Rias’s permission.”

Before I could respond, the door to the room slammed open.

I jerked.

Akeno-san straightened.

And in the doorway stood Rias-Buchou.

Green eyes blazing.

One hand on the doorframe, anger and jealousy and something much more possessive written all over her face.

She’s looks pretty mad.

And just behind her—

Kusari-san.

Already staring at Akeno-san and I.

Her expression was unreadable except for the fact that her eyes had already taken in the entire room in a single sweep.

Me, shirtless in the center of the magic circle.

Akeno-san in soaked white cloth, practically on top of me.

Her eyes narrowed in exasperation.

Or resignation.

Buchou stepped fully into the room.

Her gaze never left Akeno-san.

“Akeno,” she said, voice low and dangerous. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”