Gaming Badly in DxD

-Zatren Fumigami-

After the shocking revelation that I had accidentally become a father, Koneko slept on the same bed as me. Only that this time, without any sexy times.

One, because I was still injured, and we could get a bit intense while in the mood. Truly, not an optimal way to restore one’s health.

As for the second motive…

“Weakest pull-out game in history.” The future mother of my kids said with a deadpan.

Mind you, we were still surrounded by three out of four leaders of the devil race, but with my already ‘shameless’ display, it seemed that Koneko was not going to hold any punches

“Wha…” I paused before pointing an accusatory finger at her. “Says the clingiest tsundere in the world! How am I supposed to pull out if you leg-lock me every time!”

The girl’s impassive facade broke entirely as she choked on nothing, as her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

Unbothered, I smirked at my victory. That was, until another voice butted in.

“Father… what is ‘pulling out’?” The words were like a bucket of ice-cold water directly from Cocytus.

I turned my head to witness that, while I was talking to the Satans, one adorable, long-haired, tattooed girl had opened the door just a smidge, and was poking her head through it with curious, red eyes.

The heavy silence broke when Serafall couldn’t help herself, and started laughing her ass off. To her side, Sirzechs turned his head to the side, almost making me believe he hadn’t heard the girl, if it wasn’t for the slight shake of his golden pauldrons, and the hand covering his mouth.

All the while, Ayuka was just staring at nothing. Eyes tired and glazy, too lost in her mental theories or calculations to notice or care about the situation.

“Uh…” I turned my head to Koneko, who was staring bloody murder at me.

As if she weren’t the one to start this!

“Oh…” Rei blinked, well, her extra eyes didn’t. Huh, that was… something. “Were you talking about mating?”

Not even Sirzechs' politeness could last that long. His entire body shook with amusement, while Serafall seemed like she was lacking air by the way she started wheezing.

So, that happened. The fact that I wasn’t sleeping on the couch was a miracle in and of itself.

That brought another problem now. I was in my home, lying on my incredibly fluffy bed, while staring at the ceiling.

Koneko went to school after threatening me to not be stupid and rest, and since I couldn’t train physically or magically…

“I’m so fucking bored,” I said to the ceiling, side-glancing the crystal cocoon on the corner of the room, where my larvae Familiar was going through her metamorphosis. ‘’You still resting, Chrysalis?’’

Of course, the cocoon gave no answer. Not even a twitch.

That made me wonder, was she turning into a soup inside there and reforming herself into her full form, just like normal bugs do? Only that with… magic and crystals or something?

‘’What boredom does to a motherfucker…’’ I groaned.

Then, as if prompted by my words, a pulsing feeling of demonic power made itself known on the lower floor. One that I knew very well, since I have used it more than once.

The magic circle. Specifically, it was another summoning, but we are still ‘out of service’—

“Ah…” Realization hit, and I allowed myself a small smile. “It’s Aika, isn’t it?”

With a bit of shame, I realized that with all this training with the Rating Game, I haven’t even texted the bespectacled girl. Some excuse of a boyfriend I was.

“Partner…” Jingliu’s voice resonated from the chain around my neck as I got up and made my way down.

‘Aww, come on, partner… I’m not training, it’s just a smidge of Demonic Power to do the jump. Even a ten-year-old Devil can do it!’ My mental whining seemed to do the trick, as an image of a white-haired woman in a Chinese dress appeared in my mind, shaking her head with an amused smile. ‘You’re the best, partner~’

‘Ha? Why the pause? I am the best and your partner. Foolish consort.’ That’s the last I got of her as Jinzui receded back into my head.

‘Consort, huh…?’ I liked the sound of that, especially when she uses that haughty tone of hers.

I patted myself over. I wasn’t wearing my work clothes. Just a pair of sweatpants and a black shirt that said ‘The Dumbest Ass’ (a gift from Koneko).

“Eh, it’s casual wear for a casual meeting.” I shrugged.

“And where do you think you’re going, mister?” I cringed as I turned around slowly.

Standing in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen was a petite blonde, arms crossed and dressed in her favorite gothic/maid outfit. With an expression that I just knew was reproachful.

“Ah…hahaha… Hey, Mittelt.” I gave her a smile that only made her frown harder. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Uh-huh.” She responded, looking at me like I was an idiot. “That’s because you are.”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“No, I just guessed.” She gave a cocky smirk as she walked beside me, just right next to the pulsing magic circle. “Koneko said that you shouldn’t be doing dumb shit. And here you are, about to strain yourself to make a contract of all things.”

Before the situation could escalate and I got ordered around my own house, I raised my hands. “Not the same! We still don’t have our services online. It’s actually from a friend!”

Mittelt stared me down (funny, since she had to strain her neck upwards to do so) “Female friend?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Well, uh, more like a girlfriend.” I shrugged.

Mittelt took a deep sigh… before crouching and activating the circle herself. It was interesting to see how she had to do some strange things with her light magic to not erase the circle by accident.

“There. Next time, just ask.” She shrugged, but before she could dismiss the act, I gave her a big kiss right on the lips. “W-wha?”

“Thanks a bunch, Mittelt!” I stepped into the circle before she could recover, and a sly grin bloomed on my face. “I’ll make sure to 'reward' you later~”

With the sputtering fallen successfully embarrassed thanks to my killer seduction, I teleported away.

-X-x-X-

As I appeared in the perverted girl’s room, I turned around, seeing that not much had changed since my last visit— No, wait. That’s a picture of me on the desk now.

Hm. Cute.

My brain immediately registered the ‘contract’ to which I had agreed to.

I want to spend time with Delinquent Prince-kun~

I felt equally annoyed and ashamed. The first was for the use of that name, and the second was for not trying to contact Aika sooner, making her use a method like this so she could spend some time with me.

Speaking of which, the bespectacled girl in question was wearing a casual outfit for once. Just an oversized, black hoodie that reached all the way to her mid-thigh, and a pair of black stockings. Also, her hair was a bit of a mess, and her eyes had bags under them.

Still, as recognition filled my head, I couldn’t help but ask. “That’s one of my hoodies, isn’t it?”

“Yu-p.” Aika smiled shamelessly, but her voice sounded slightly weird.

“Koneko?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Koneko.” She nodded.

Damn that girl.

Yet, I didn’t mind. What guy would mind if his girls wanted one of his hoodies for themselves? But asking was free!

“Right… Hey, Aika, sorry about…” I paused, trying to explain why I haven’t been available, and failing short. “...not being around. It was some supernatural matter, very important, and–”

Aika just gave a shrug, taking a hand out of her pocket in a placating manner. “Chill, Delinquent-kun~ The student council president gave me all the explanations after pestering her for a while- Ah, right. She might want to have some words with you~”

I blinked. Excuses dying in my throat. On one hand, I was thankful to Sona since she (probably unintentionally) covered for my negligence. On the other hand…

…I was not eager for the massive ear off that would entail.

“Actually, I wanted to… ah, ah… A-choo!” The girl got interrupted by her own sneeze—which sounded particularly cute—and with a furrowed brow, I took a better look at her.

‘Tired? Check. Comfortable clothes? Check. Out of school? Check. Sneezing? Check.’

I closed the distance between us in a few steps, and I saw the confident and cocky girl’s facade suddenly crack as her eyes widened. Probably because I was invading her personal space all of a sudden.

I put one hand on her shoulder and, remembering how my mother used to do it, pressed a kiss to her forehead so I could check her temperature.

And sure enough, she was burning up.

A mysterious blush seemed to appear on the girl’s face, but she took the action in stride by pressing her body against mine with a sly grin. Yet, before she could spew some kind of nonsense, I spoke.

“You have a fever. Is that why you’re out of school?” Don’t know how I didn’t notice before, but the girl did summon me during school hours. “Is it allergies?”

The girl’s lustful smirk dropped, but she didn’t get away from my embrace. Instead, she rested her head comfortably against my chest. “Nah, it’s just the flu. Kind of sucks, but it’ll pass.”

I patted her back a bit, but then, an idea on how to make it up to the girl came to mind.

“Well, I’m also recovering from my own things, but…” I offered a little grin and gave her nose a little boop. “How about I stay a bit and help nurse you back to health, hm? I very much doubt that you’re doing it properly.”

Aika’s brain seemed to short-circuit as she stared at me with wide eyes. That was, until a pit of dread opened in my stomach as her face went from shocked to a fox-like smirk.

“Ohh…~ Is Dr. Zatren going to give me a physical~?” Her tone, as nasally as it was, took on a sultry tone. “Maybe give me an injection with your big, fat, meat needle- Ow!”

I bonked the girl on the head. Softly, of course, because she was already bad as she was. Imagine if I caused any brain damage.

“You’re sick. Stop being horny for a minute.” I chastised with a deadpan.

“I’ll give my soul for a patient/doctor roleplay with a sexy devil! No, even better, a nurse/doctor roleplay!” Her eyes filled with sparkles as a bit of drool fell off her mouth.

“Don’t offer your soul for kinky roleplay, idiot!” I chided her, without any real bite.

“Then I’ll offer my body- Owww… stop doing that!” I had to bonk her again.

I swear to Michael, if Aika were a devil, I’m betting my small fortune that Asmodeus himself would have been surprised by how horny she could be.

-X-x-X-

-Aika Kiryuu-

I stared as the long-haired man went around the kitchen. He said he’ll ’make something to make that cold go away’. And, while I very much knew that eating something warm, easy to digest, and filling could help my sickness immensely...

Well, let’s say that I wanted a different type of warm, easy-to-digest, and filling thing.

‘Damn you, goody-two-shoes! If a damsel is insinuating herself to you. The least you can do is ravage her to your heart's content! Where’s your pride as a man?!’ I grumbled mentally. But I couldn’t stay too mad at the guy.

I heard from that stuck-up president we had that he was feeling unwell after a… private task? Whatever that meant. No matter how much I pestered that flat-chested brat (Don’t think about how I’m younger than her. Just think about the fetish!), she wouldn’t tell me more than that, saying that it was a private matter.

I rested on the sofa, dangling my legs in the air, while staring daggers at the ceiling. Unlike my room, the rest of the apartment was tidy and clean. After all, it won’t do to have a dirty place when I'm feeling sick. That and living around trash were things those hikki-komori did, not me!

‘Uh, now that I think about it… cleaning the whole house while sick may not have been the best idea.’ Cut me some slack, I am sick! Everyone knows that even a genius such as I would have her brain power diminished by sickness! ‘’Delinquent-kuuuun~’’

That didn’t stop me from bothering the dude, however. He went out of his way to come to see me and even offered to take care of me… I need to get this guy balls-deep in my—

‘’Yes, Aika?’’ He called from the kitchen. I had to swallow down my shock as I saw his suddenly changed attire. A piece of cloth served as a makeshift bow on his head, covering his tied hair that rested neatly in a man-bun. Not only that, but he was stirring a pot with that charming smile of his.

And, the most critical hit of them all… he was wearing an apron! ‘’What is it? Does your head hurt?’’

How?! How could this guy fit so many of her fantasies?! It was unfair!

First, he was a loner, tough delinquent, the type that would absolutely corner you on the rooftop while pinning you against the wall. Then, he was a handsome devil, the kind that would trick you into making a contract, toying with your body until you broke into his willing pet!

And now… now he looked like a stay-at-home husband! The ultimate fantasy of every soon-to-be office worker! Having an entire day of getting chewed and thrashed by your boss, only to come home and be received with a warm meal… and… and…!

‘’Welcome home, dear.’’ Her imagination ran wild as she watched a shirtless Zatren (still with an apron) receive her at the front door. His warm smile turned into a grin as he pointed a ladle in my general direction. ‘’What would you like to have first? A meal? A bath? Or maybe… Me~?’’

‘It was too much, too much I say! You can’t fit most of a girl's fetish checklist and go un-laid! It was a travesty, a travesty I say!’

‘’You’re thinking of something perverted again.’’ Zatren scoffed, and it was now that she realized the young man was in front of her, with a bowl of warm stew that looked and smelled absolutely divine.

‘’No mind powers on a sick damsel!’’ I accused, pointing a finger as I exploited my current weakness.

Strangely enough, the deadpan I got in response was perfectly matching the ones I saw Toujou-chan give when staring at an idiot.

Truly, that could not be for me? After all, there was no way he would know about my fantasies without using his devil powers to—

‘’Aika.’’ He sighed and pointed at his chin. ‘’You're drooling. Wipe that before you stain the couch.’’

I blinked, raising a hand to my face. I felt the sticky and warm liquid that was my saliva as it dripped down my mouth.

Huh. ‘’So it seems.’’ I nodded sagely.

‘’Don’t just admit to being a pervert like that!’’ He barked in exasperation without any bite.

Why would I ever hide my intentions in my own house? That was for lonely women who didn’t get any! And I certainly am not one, considering I have a sexy, lean, delinquent-devil-house-husband tending to my sickness!

Now, I only needed to find a way to make him shove me into bed and pound my lights out—

‘’You’re still drooling!’’ Goddamit!

-X-x-X-

After eating the most delicious stew that I had ever tasted, I decided that, if I wanted to get boned any time soon, I had to play more aggressively.

That meant that after a nice meal, I challenged my unexpected caretaker to one of the most tense, nerve-wracking, and downright sexual-insinuating that the internet could provide.

“Full house! Guess that’s another win for me, house-husband-kun~” I teased the man. Batting my eyelashes in mock innocence as he raised an eyebrow.

But he already knew the rules. So, with just a smidge of reluctance, he took off his shirt, leaving it to the side along his shoes and (infuriatingly enough) his hair tie.

Of course, the game I was talking about was… Strip Poker!

Honestly, I was surprised by my own genius sometimes.

The fact that I had to beg the man on my knees to play the game, and that he relented out of a mix of amusement at my actions, and worry that my condition would worsen by bowing on the cold floor, had nothing to do with these turns of events!

So, the following play was to turn on the heater inside my room so none of us would feel cold. Say what you want about my perversions, but I was nothing if accommodating!

And, while he searched for the cards in the wrong drawer (I pointed at that one on purpose), I took off my bra and panties and threw them in the closet.

This way, the only piece of clothing I ended up wearing was a hoodie and my stockings! It was genius, and I would say my best-planned advance ever.

Just one loss! I needed one loss to get buck naked. And there was no way even this reluctant, caring, surprisingly goofy idiot wouldn’t pounce on me!

Immediately, my shoulders slouched as I crossed my legs impatiently.

Unfortunately, genius plans often get thwarted by complete fools, and this time was no different.

Why?

One. Specific. Miscalculation.

“So, uh…” Zatren stared dumbly at the cards in his hands. Then, he gave a sheepish smile. “What was the value of the diamonds again?”

The fucking idiot didn’t know how to play poker. At all. He only knew of it because of shitty gambling memes.

‘I should have just gone with the washing machine idea…’ I lamented. Dropping my head as an imaginary rain cloud rained its fury above my head. “You are not supposed to tell me what you have, Fumigami-kun.”

Yes, I was at the breaking point of using his actual name, if you haven’t noticed.

It didn’t help that the hunk of a man was now comfortably shirtless. Like, holy shit, what do they put in devils diet?!

Were the souls of the damned that good for the physique?!

“It was your idea to play Poker, remember?” He raised an eyebrow, huffing in amusement and… giving me a knowing smile. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game~”

Dammit! He knew exactly what he was doing! I blame those devil instincts!

“Shut up, just…” She narrowed her gaze, looking at her cards, and cursing under her breath. “...just play your hand or something.”

I resisted the need to sigh. Not because I had a bad hand, no. On the contrary.

The four aces, two blacks, and two reds, and one extra card stared at me, as if mocking my efforts to bed this man.

One had a diamond, the second had a heart, the third contained a club, and the last one? A spade.

I cursed my good luck because now, I had four of a kind. The third-best hand in the game.

“Check…?” The word felt more like a question, but by the third time it happened, I got used to it.

“Raise.” I locked eyes with him as I put two chips on the soft sheets.

What? Just because it was strip Poker didn’t mean I wasn’t going to play the game correctly! Even if the ‘pot’ in this game was replaced by taking off your clothes.

The shirtless man stared at his cards, then at the chips, and added two of his own. “Call.”

Gods, it was a move so obvious she would have cried with joy… if it wasn’t because he had already matched her call before, only to present a High Card for a hand.

Which was the lowest you could get in the game.

Props for the unintentional bluff, though.

“Four of a Kind.” I sighed, presenting my cards. And waited with great interest for the man to take off his pants. If anything, I would get to see those quads–

“Ha!” Zatren’s constipated expression turned into a happy grin as he placed his hand on the bed, and the cards made me blink in shock.

Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten. All of them adorned with a sleek, practically new, red diamond.

It was…

“Straight Flush!” The devil said excitedly. Probably after having won after three straight losses.

I checked the cards multiple times over. As if I didn’t believe my eyes. Before my face strained with the size of the smile I was making.

“It sure is…” I chuckled, and Zatren’s expression turned from happy, maybe even cocky, to confusion, and then realization.

I got up. Standing on the bed, I quickly took off the grey hoodie, revealing my naked body. From my full, round tits, to my soft stomach (Not too much fat, just enough to sink your fingers in), my thick thighs born out of being lazy, and just in the middle of the latter…

My sensitive, pink, dripping cunt. Born out of being teased like crazy all fucking day.

“Time to claim your prize, lover boy~” I licked my lips, towering over the man who helped himself to the view.

“Uh…” Before he could retort with some dumb shit, I pounced.

-X-x-X-

-Zatren Fumigami-

As the practically naked Aika straddled my lap, my hands went instinctively to her hips. My fingers sank into the soft and malleable flesh of her ass.

“Aika…” My tone was reproachful, still worried about the girl’s sickness. Yet, her arms locked around my neck as she took my lips in a hungry kiss.

“I’m fiiine~” She whispered in between mashing our lips together. Aika had zero reservations about shoving her tongue past my teeth. And considering her soft whine as she grinded against my lap… “You have been such a damn tease all day...”

Her words were accentuated by a sharp breath, followed by another kiss. “You can’t just—mng.” One more time, I had to resist the temptation to just push her down and take her. “Get me all hot and bothered and not take responsibility~!”

The bespectacled girl licked her lips at my hesitation. Her constant grinding did more than enough to get me going, and My greed was practically demanding I pin this cocky pervert down and fuck her stupid.

As I mentally struggled with my lust, Aika suddenly got up, and I had to resist a groan of dissatisfaction as my hands were no longer around that thick, spankable rear, nor did I feel the hotness of her bare cunt close to my clothed erection.

“Come on, take a look, stud~” Aika’s sultry voice was so thick with need, I would have confused her with Koneko during her heat. Yet, take a look, I did. “I’m so fucking ready for that fat devil cock~!”

My throat dried up, and I had to wet my lips at the sight. Aika had her pink, dripping pussy, topped with a perfectly trimmed, heart-shaped, light-brown bush of hair, practically inches off my face.

Nice and rosy, practically trembling with need. Even better, the moment I exhaled through my nostrils, the girl’s entire body shivered as the hot air reached her folds.

The last of my reluctance faded away as the girl’s hands, which were previously placed firmly on those child-bearing hips, suddenly moved and spread her lower lips, making a drop of clear liquid hit the sheets below, and revealing that hard, sensitive nub that was her clit.

“Ohhh…~ I see that look in your eye. The delinquent devil wants to really—OH FUCK!” Aika didn’t have time to end her sentence, as her expression turned from desperate and lustful to cross-eyed and shocked the moment I shoved my face between her thighs. Without prompt or hesitation, I started drinking from that sweet honeypot like a man starved. “H-holy shhhit! G-getting a—YES!—taste? Mngg…! Get that tongue in there!”

A pair of soft hands were placed on my head as I swirled my tongue around her sensitive clit. Aika’s digits clamped around my long locks of black hair every time I hit a particularly sensitive spot with my tongue.

“That’s it! F-fuck…! Where did you learn to use that to-ooongue~!” Aika slurred the last word with a whiny moan as I nibbled her clit. The moment my teeth so much as grazed the sensitive nub, her entire body locked up. “FUCKK~~!”

Aika’s hips jerked wildly against my face as an orgasm rocked her entire frame. I felt her legs give up slightly, so I locked my arms around her legs, grabbing her ass and pressing her spasming cunt against my eager mouth further.

The moment passed as Aika slowly took her hands off my hair and her cunt off my mouth, which hadn’t stopped tasting her sensitive folds.

I didn’t have time to look at the girl’s face as she suddenly turned around, extending her arms to a drawer beside the bed. She whined under her breath, desperate to find something, even while giving me a glimpse of that perfectly round ass squirming around while high in the air.

“Aha!” Aika shouted in victory as she turned around. Eyes still thick with lust, while her fingers were wrapped around a small red box that she showed to me proudly. “Don’t worry~ These fit you perfectly!”

Her ability to know my dick-size aside. That was a box of condoms. ‘Well, that takes care of that, I guess.’ With a shake of my head and an amused huff, I signaled to pass me the box… only to get an amused chuckle in response.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion, but Aika just opened the box herself, took out a condom, and approached me with an eager look on her face (drool and everything). I let the girl practically tear my sweatpants and underwear off as her thighs rubbed together in need.

“Fucking nice~” Aika said the moment my cock sprang free from its confines. And before I could comment further, the ‘Perverted Glasses’ opened the pink condom and… placed it on her lips. “Ahhh~”

My eyes widened in shock, and a grunt escaped past my lips as Aika placed soft lips against my cockhead and promptly took it down to the base. ‘Oh shit!’

The girl looked up at me from her position against my pelvis. An intense look on her eyes as she started swirling her tongue around my cock. Even going as far as moaning around it, which sent a pleasant sensation all the way to my core.

“Ggk, Rkk…” Pop. “Muah~ There we go… Always wanted to do that…~” Aika muttered under her breath with a sharp intake of air. As if she hadn’t just put a condom around my shaft with a sudden deepthroat.

“Ready to go, devil stud?” She mocked while pressing a kiss against my cock.

I was going to erase that cocky smirk and replace it with the most fucked stupid expression in existence. Even hentai artists will blush.

-X-x-X-

I was standing up on the bed, with zero reservations about carrying Aika and pressing her back against the closest wall to the bedframe.

And at this point, with both my raging lust and screeching greed shouting into my ears, I had much less qualms about lining myself up with the pervert’s dripping and eager cunt, and ramming myself inside in a single thrust.

“FUCK! T-that’s what I’m—oh shit—Talking about~!” Aika’s legs locked behind my back as I started thrusting relentlessly.

I groaned against her neck as her tight, wet cunt spasmed around my shaft as if it wanted to snap it right off.

Of course, I also made sure to search for that sweet spot deep inside her aching cunt. The moment her body seemed to halt for a moment, and by the hitched breath that followed right after, I had found it.

“OHhHhh fuuuu—” Before she could end her sentence, I captured her lips. Contrary to our previous kisses, I dominated her tongue and explored her mouth with my own.

Just in time for her cunt to get so deliciously tight to bring us both to orgasm. I groaned as I filled up the girl. But I didn’t let her bask in the afterglow for long, as I took my cock out, hearing a choked moan from the cross-eyed girl as I quickly replaced the used condom with a new one.

-X-x-X-

Three condoms in, I had a hand around Aika’s wild, light-brown hair. The girl’s glasses had been lost somewhere along the way, as I made her head bob up and down on my cock.

Her body was already completely sweaty, and a deep aroma of musk and sex permeated the air. And by how the girl was still fingering her cunt while deepthroating my shaft like a woman starved, even after she had already orgasmed around five to six times already…

“You’re one horny bitch, Aika.” I spat out in a half-moan. I grabbed onto her hair tightly as I held her head in place. Making the girl breathe through her nose, even with my cock lodged deep down her feeding-pipe.

To which, I only got a look of definitely heart-shaped pupils and a deep, muffled, throaty moan as the girl’s legs shivered and her fingers were shoved deep into her snatch, making the now glass-less girl drench the sheets with her juices.

Because, of course, Aika was into rough sex and name-calling…

I grabbed her braided pigtails and started roughly fucking her face, much to Aika’s delight. I gave a deep moan as her mouth sucked my cock like a vacuum before shoving it down her throat and releasing another load.

“Grrrk, Ahk, cough…” Aika’s unintelligible gurgling was like music to my ears.

“Haa…” I took a deep breath as I pulled out of Aika’s mouth. From my inventory, I pulled two water bottles and offered one to the disheveled girl, who was currently catching her breath after not being able to breathe correctly for a few minutes.

As I was gulping down the cold drink, and the tiredness vanished from my body, a buzzing sound caught my attention.

Confused, I looked around, only to notice my devil phone lying on the ground. Practically discarded. And, as the device lights up, I noticed that it has been a few hours since I came to visit my sick girlfriend.

“Shit… give me a sec…” I said to Aika, who was busy tying the condom she had just pulled from my shaft, throwing it with the others.

As I grabbed the phone, I chuckled nervously at seeing the caller’s name. It was Rias. Her picture is that of a pic I took when I caught her eating an ice cream, and accidentally smearing some on her nose.

Yet, before I could pick up the call, I felt a pair of hands on my cock, and turned with wide eyes to see Aika putting another condom on me. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing…~” The girl failed at smiling innocently, before turning, pressing her chest against the mattress, and shaking her ass at me.

“Aika, I need to pick up the call.” I sighed, even as my body started reacting to her advances once more.

“Oh, you can do that, no problem…” She nodded. Encouraging while using one of her hands to spread her cheeks. “I’ll be reeeeal quiet…~”

She won’t. By the second round, it was more than clear that the girl was given a good pair of lungs at birth. Because Michael above could this chick scream.

I looked at the phone, ready to ignore Aika in favor of actually answering the call. That was before the girl let out a long, breathy moan. I had just taken my eyes off her for a second, but Aika was already three fingers deep in her cunt, and schlicking eagerly.

“Ohh..~ Sorry, it’s just that, without a strong, big hand making me bite the pillow…” She teased, shaking her hips while giving me a clear view of her masturbating. “I just can’t seem to keep quiet…~ Don’t mind me… Just answer the call~”

I looked at her with a shaky breath, then at the phone in my hand, before groaning.

‘Weak. I am utterly weak. Sit down, Zatren, you are a fucking fraud.’

-X-x-X-

-Rias Gremory-

The school day practically flew by. I couldn’t even focus on my classes. I just stared at the window, and reassured anyone who tried to ask me if I was okay.

I was free… FREE of that damn contract. And by the conversation I put my parents through, free from any other funny business they may try with my future.

‘Well, they did still want to meet Zatren… that is bound to go well.’ The mirth on my face showed what I thought about that.

Speaking of my younger Kouhai. I just had to resist the temptation of jumping at the fool’s bones. That is also the reason I haven’t visited him since our victory against Riser.

But now, dressed in a nice, pink nightgown, with the image of the black-haired, reliable (and fellow devil of culture!), and handsome man in mind. While all alone in my room inside the old school building? Bored out of my mind as the clock marked the start of midnight?

“Surely, he won’t mind a call…?” Call me desperate or clingy, but I just wanted to interact with him.

It certainly didn’t help that Koneko was awfully quiet today. A lot more than usual, and also fidgety. Though when bringing it up, her eyes just seemed to light up with an unprecedented happiness. So, I didn’t worry too much about it.

So that was my current situation. Hugging a pillow, below my sheets, while my stomach fluttered as the phone kept ringing.

I almost thought that he was asleep. Disappointing, but understandable, considering he should be resting at this hour to recover fully. Yet, my hopes got renewed as the call went through.

“Zatren-kun! How are you doing…? Sorry for calling this late, I just…” I paused, cursing myself under my breath for tripping over my words like a blushing schoolgirl while talking to my junior. “Just wanted to check on you. Talk, you know?”

For a moment, I heard shuffling from the other side, but quickly enough, the young man answered. “Hey, Rias~! How’s… (shit) how’s the crimson princess doing? Enjoying the taste of freedom?” Yet, for some reason, Zatren sounded almost out of breath. With a husky undertone to his voice that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.

“Yes, well… It’s great, really!” And it was! Like stretching her wings after a long week of not flying, only that much better.

Yet, my eyes narrowed down as I heard more shuffling. That, and with Zatren so out of breath… He couldn’t be, could he?

“Mister. I hope you’re not doing what you think you’re doing.” I even sat up in my bed, hand fisting the soft sheets in frustration. The gall and stupidity of this man!

“W-what do you mean…?” He said, but I caught the hint of nervousness and guilt immediately. “I’m not doing anything…?”

Also, the constant cursing and… sounds of exertion. Along with an odd sound of flesh hitting was a dead giveaway.

“You’re training!” I accused immediately. Disapproving and disappointed in him. “You know you should be recovering right now, Zatren!”

There was a pause on the other side and… muffled chuckles? I thought I heard another voice until the sound was muffled all of a sudden.

“It’s not what you—fuck!—Think, I swear!” He tried to convince me as he now openly panted…? “I can explain, but can I call you later? I promise I’m not training…!”

I clicked my tongue. About to reproach the man for lying to me, but… If he really swore. Then maybe he was telling the truth?

“Fine… but you better call me later, okay?” I relented with a sigh, lying on the bed once more with a flop. “...Love you,” I said as an afterthought.

“Love you, too!” Zatren said. And the sincerity along with his panting voice… definitely did things for me down there.

I put the phone down as a sudden hotness filled my cheeks. I admonished myself, blaming it on Akeno for my own perversions. Yet…

One of my hands trailed down, getting into my lower garments slowly. Surely, a girl could fantasize about her boyfriend while she waited?

“Ahh! Yes, harder, you beast~!” The sound of a moaning girl made me freeze like a deer in the headlights. “Give me that fat FUCKING cock~!’’

My head slowly turned to my discarded phone. And now I just realized that the call hadn’t ended. I didn’t hang up because I thought Zatren would… but he either miss-clicked or thought the same.

I picked up the phone, staring at it in absolute befuddlement. I almost thought that it was a porn video playing, but no. I didn’t have any in the background, and the call was still going, denoted by the number of seconds going up.

Blushing red, I now understood why Zatren was out of breath. I had interrupted an… intimate moment. And since I didn’t particularly recognize the voice… it was probably that Fallen Angel girl.

‘Lucky crow…’ My eyes widened at my own thoughts. A feeling of wetness between my legs and hotness on my face made me come back to reality.

I was just about to hang up. To respect my Rook’s right of privacy… but then I heard.

“Shut up.” I felt a shiver down my spine, and I had to bite my lip hard. Why? Because Zatren’s voice… it was nothing like I had heard from him before.

I was used to caring, concerned, maybe goofy, annoying, or serious. But this… this commanding, hungry, and almost possessive tone? It reminded me of the times I took my teasing too far, and he whispered promises in my ear right back.

I didn’t even notice that my hand was starting to get slick. Only realizing with great embarrassment a moment later that I had started… relieving myself.

I bit my pillow and timidly put the phone to my ear. It was wrong, and an invasion of privacy…but.

“You almost got me in trouble with Rias…~” Zatren grunted. Now, without worry, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were more than noticeable to my ears. Then, a big SMACK and a loud, throaty moan from the girl made me muffle down a gasp. “Apologize, slut.”

‘He… he really…’ but before I could register his words. Another slap was heard. Harsher. And he demanded an apology once more. This time, in a harsher tone. ‘Oh… oh fuck-’

“I’M SOORRYY~! I’m an unruly whore~! Tempting you with my slutty, PORN-BUILT body while you were in a call with your girlfriendddd~!” The obscenities the girl was spewing would have made even Akeno blush like an innocent maiden. But it only fueled my need further as I tried to follow their rhythm with my fingers alone. “Please punish this bad girl, demon-daddy!”

The sounds of their coupling became erratic. Their shared, panting breaths and moans were completely harsh and almost feral. Then, with a moan that felt more like a roar…

“I’ll punish you alright…! Take it, you degenerate whore~!” With one last grunt, the slapping ended with both shakily moaning.

“Oh, oh my…~!” I couldn’t help it. I was so close, and my Rook’s beastly way of coupling. His ragged breath and the way he drove that girl wild to such a degree… “I’m… cumming…!”

My legs shook as my core exploded all over my garments. I was panting. Cross-eyed, and barely able to see, much less move. I have never orgasmed so hard in my life.

‘I’m going to need to change clothes…’ I lamented, now with a clearer head and waves of embarrassment crashing in my mind. A single look revealed to me that I may need to change the sheets, too.

“...Rias?” The sudden voice of Zatren. Completely blank filled my head. And I clenched my digits against the phone in my ear.

The phone I just screamed into while cumming my brains out like a pervert. Which, indeed, did not mute me into.

“...um.” I started dumbly. Only for Zatren’s voice to do a complete one-eighty.

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry, I must have missed the hang-up button while I was… er…” He tried and failed to excuse himself. His tone of voice, going from ruthless to apologetic, almost gave me whiplash. “Well, you know… Shit…”

I just stared at the phone for a while, on the border of chuckling, but immensely relieved that I was not the only one who felt incredibly awkward.

“Aha…haha… It’s alright. I, too… I’m sorry for eavesdropping and… yeah.” I was also just as bad, if not worse.

We stayed silent for a moment. Then, a thought crossed my mind, a perversion on the level of Akeno herself. Yet, the lingering heat over my body and mind couldn’t be denied.

“Could you… Send me a picture?’ I said, biting my lip ‘Dumbass! Who just asks for that?! I’m a degenerate… just as bad as Akeno!’

Silence engulfed the line. So much so that I could hear his breath hitch. Then, he mumbled something that I didn’t catch.

Suddenly, a notification appeared on my phone, and I blushed at the way that I opened it immediately.

But I didn’t expect what I saw.

Lying on a bed, completely sweaty and with damp hair, was a brown-haired girl with a blissful expression. Her hands were raised up in peace signs.

And if that wasn’t enough, her pussy was red and dripping, yet empty. The reason being that her black stockings had condoms of different colors, tied up against her only article of clothing… all of them filled up with…

And there were so many, too.

I almost choked, my face felt hot, and my head was completely numb as blood rushed out of it. I even felt my core twitch as I squeaked.

“O-of you! You idiotic Rook! Wh-why did you send me a picture of the woman you just bedded?!” I said with indignation… even as my finger saved the photo out of its own volition.

As Zatren started another string of apologies, I could hear clear laughter on the other side. I face-palmed with an embarrassed smile…

Only to hear chuckling near me, too.

I sat up almost painfully quickly. Staring with wide eyes at a lone, purple eye with a mischievous smile peeked from my door.

“A-akeno!” I screamed, throwing a pillow at the door (which closed just in time to evade my throw’s wrath), “Don’t spy on me, you Satans-damn voyeur! Pervert! Trash!”

Yet, the black-haired girl’s response was to open the door some more and laugh openly. “Says the cuckquean who got off on hearing her boyfriend fuck another girl’s brains out…~” She mocked, and the embarrassment became a hundred times worse.

“JUST GET OUT!” I threw another pillow, as her chuckles vanished along the hallway.

…

“...Rias, you good?” Zatren asked. And I didn’t dignify him with an answer, as I pushed my face against my hands (since I had no more pillows nearby).

I never in my life felt such shame… and excitement. Which only brought more shame!

…

“You still want that picture?” Zatren asked dumbly.

I wanted to die.

Please, let the earth swallow me forevermore.

“Yes, please…”

You are pathetic, Rias! A pathetic pervert!