"Maybe she'll pop her titties out for me next time..." Issei murmured to himself with a dreamy face, fantasizing about the next time he would get a chance to meet up with Sona. Without Ddraig cockblocking him, he might actually get to suck and lick her tiny tits, consequences be damned!
He could envision everything perfectly. Now that he was more inclined to join the devils, he could proudly jump in her arms for some nip-nip!
No more holding back, either. He'd make his demands in her face, and because she had come onto him, she would happily agree!
They were gonna get it on! It's gonna be loud, nasty, spit-swapping make-out sex forever!
"I-Issei? Your face is scaring me..." Asia's timid voice spoke from next to him, stuck between leaning away from him in fright, and leaning closer out of concern. Her green eyes glimmered as she raised a tentative hand. "Here, let me take your temperature... Maybe you're not feeling well like yesterday and need to see the nurse?" She then made a small, cute hop at her words, muttering to herself fretfully about where the nurse's office would be.
Issei's face, having been morphed so monstrously it belonged behind bars, rebounded back into his usual, slightly less freaky expression. He grinned sheepishly, stashing those thoughts aside. "S-sorry, Asia. I was just thinking about all the fun we had before and got excited about doing it again sometime."
Her eyes widened in shock and delight, a lovely pink spreading across her cheeks as she smiled back in felicity. "W-we did have fun, didn't we?" She agreed, the tips of her fingers poking together.
Opening one of the doors to their classroom, Issei humbly allowed the lady to walk through first. As she did, he secretly pumped his fist behind her with pride.
He totally just said something cool and melted her heart!
He was getting good at this. Ddraig could hate all he wanted, but he had play.
They had parted from Koneko at the staircase, giving her a wave as they headed up. Within specific devil territory such as this one, she wouldn't be alerted of their distance through the contract. It was essentially a safe haven for them, and unless he left the entire grounds would she be notified once again.
Walking Asia properly to her seat, Issei was promptly shooed away by harpies meddling themselves between them. Half of them formed a shield around the blonde, while the remaining went on offense as they stomped up to him. He was then bombarded with questions about Asia and why a sweetheart like her was around a no-good monkey like him. They wanted to know why she was staying at his place and the ethics surrounding that.
So she told them... There had been some speculation about their relationship, but now the cat was out of the bag. If it were anyone but Asia, he might've been mad.
This must have been the type of shit he missed out on yesterday. Guess he had catching up to do.
"Yo, hoe!" An outstretched hand came flying sideways into the back of his head.
"What the hell?!" Issei swiftly turned, holding his head while glaring at his bald assailant. "Matsuda, you dick! What was that for?!"
"That's for going AWOL on us, foo'!" The boy replied, his fists raised ready to fight. "You sleepin' around with the blonde honey, and I heard you was messin' with my sugar-booger Koneko! I'mma kick yo' ass!"
"You wanna go?!" Issei raised his own arms.
"Hold it! Let's talk it out!" Motohama stepped between them, his arms against their chests holding them back. The boy's glared at each other over his head, slowly lowering their arms and listening. Pushing his glasses up, Motohama smirked as he leaned closer towards Issei. "We hear you have the hook ups, good sir. What do you say about getting your friends in on a little action?"
"I ain't getting you in. I'm getting you OUT!" Issei yelled down at his spectacled friend.
"WHAT?!" Motohama immediately raised his fists. "LET'S GO, BUB!"
"You done fucked up now!" Matsuda yelled behind the boy, hostility instantly returning as he postured up, goofily moving his head around as he imitated a professional fighter ready to weave around blows.
All this transpired in the middle of the girl's in class grilling Issei for answers. They watched the scene unfold with both disgust and disbelief, snarling and stepping away from the angry mutts. Some of them were even encouraging it.
As Issei moved to steal one of them across the face, an angelic voice cut through the tension. "Oh, no! Please don't fight!"
Weaving herself through the other girls, Asia stood protectively beside Issei, a worried, beseeching look smirching her gorgeous features.
The other two perverts looked between themselves before staring back at her. Matsuda was the first one to speak up. "Sorry, I don't speak Italian."
"Neither do I," Motohama lamented, cursing himself for not being able to communicate with such a top-tier beauty.
Hearing their frustrations, Issei puffed his chest as he proceeded to rest his hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Asia. We were just horsing around."
He glanced back at them with a taunting smirk, their faces dropping in shock.
"Ain't no way dumb-fuck Issei knows Italian! How the hell?!" Matsuda exclaimed.
"Since when were you bilingual! You couldn't even speak English properly!" Motohama's glasses had fallen off with how hard his head jerked backwards.
Just as Issei planned, his Gamer ability kicked in and automatically translated his words when he intended to speak a certain language. He could speak with and understand anyone in any language, and he didn't even need a devil's Chess Piece gifted to him to do it.
Asia tried to follow their conversation, struggling with how fast the other boys were speaking in Japanese. She chose her words in the language carefully and simply to get her message across. "No fight... please?"
The two looked between themselves again as their shoulders sank remorsefully.
"No fight..."
"No fight..." They both agreed.
Understanding their simpler words and changing demeanors, Asia afforded them a timid smile of gratitude as the bowed her head. "Thank you... very much."
Her purity didn't just work on Issei. The moment his two friends heard her soft, kind words, they immediately turned into butter. Matsuda and Motohama wore happy expressions as they teetered backwards.
By her holy command, she had sent them to heaven.
"Eww... deviant freaks," Murayama declared, rubbing her shoulders from disgust as she watched their delighted reaction, also giving Issei a sideways glare.
"I know, these jerks-" Katase followed, before quickly cutting herself off in fear of devastating Asia's innocent mind overhearing her harsh words. She searched for a way to censor herself. "Err... these jerks... these jerks only think about their jerks! All they ever wanna do is jerk!"
"Yeah, jerks!"
"Jerks!"
"Will you stop calling us jerks?!" Issei snapped, his voice cutting through the angry feminine chant directed at them. Asia looked totally confused as she stared at the other girls, her mind spinning with no clue what word they kept using. Issei placed a defensive hand over his chest, exclaiming, "And don't lump me in with these sideways vaginas! I would never try to steal away Asia's purity!"
"Watch your mouth!" Katase fumed, stomping her foot angrily at his ignorant hypocrisy as he didn't even try to censor himself.
The two other perverts overheard his insult, their ascending souls plummeting back into their bodies as their aggression returned tenfold. They immediately squared back up, Matsuda shouting, "Say what, homie?!"
"Think you're better than us, do you?! Well the next time Matsuda and I go peeking on the girls in their locker room, YOU"RE NOT INVITED!" Motohama denounced loudly.
"EWWWWW!"
Nearly the whole class had gotten in on the bickering. Poor little Asia had to stay in front of Issei protectively in fear of him being attacked, or possibly him being the one throwing heaters. This went on for nearly a minute before another student entered the room.
"Ooh, is there a party going on in here, or a riot?" A girl with brown hair tied into two braids framing her face and large pink glasses grinned, her voice unrecognized as it were drowned out from all the shouting. Her name was Aika Kiryuu, and had quite a deviant, mischievous side herself.
Rather than break up the contending voices, she instead wanted to join in on the fun. Before she could, however, their teacher had followed her into the classroom mere seconds later. "ENOUGH!"
Almost immediately, the students shot off into their seats obediently. Not because of the teacher herself - who was small and rather unintimidating herself - but who would be called down to their class if they did not obey.
They all feared the wrath of the student council president. No one wanted to catch any issues with her.
By all standard accounts, what should have taken place after the conflict dissolved in a typical school setting would be finding out what had caused the incident, solving it, scolding, and then punishing the entire class to ensure there was never a repeat. A tumultuous shouting match that threatened to shake the whole school would go down as legendary elsewhere.
Except this was far from out of the ordinary here. It was just Tuesday.
With the unspoken threat of facing Sona looming over their heads, each student shrunk into themselves and had become the perfected image of model students. All except Asia, who's cadence became broken as she stood nervously with surprise and befuddlement. Issei waved her down next to him at her seat, and she urgently made her way over with a shade of pink dusting her cheeks.
"Aww, I missed out on all the fun," Aika's quip echoed across the classroom, unabashed or deterred by the sudden silence.
The teacher ignored her and proceeded to mark attendance. Issei thanked his blessings that Aika had arrived later than usual today. He could deal with the usual school hotties snapping at him, but his cuntbag friends talking shit about him and Asia had him fixing to whoop their ass. Had she come earlier and joined in by throwing her own taunts into the mix, he might've crashed out and gave them what for.
Class went on as it normally did every day, with the exception of Matsuda at one point throwing shade his way by trying to beam him in the head with a wadded up paper ball when the teacher was turned towards the chalkboard. He whiffed it and hit the girl who sat in front of him in the face, who proceeded to tattle on him and get him in trouble.
The baldheaded fuck mean-mugged him as he was sent out the class towards the principle's office - another way for Sona to get her hands on him after class as it delayed the inevitable. He could only smirk back smugly.
He didn't envy the poor guy. If only Matsuda was cool and smooth like him. He'd be getting his ass handed to him while Issei got to hog all the king treatment, and he wasn't the least bit guilty about it.
Other than the animosity of his friends, this was also the first day he attended school with Asia. Watching her fumble around with her pencils anxiously as she tried to follow along with the lesson was adorable. Aika had snatched away the position of helping attend to her needs and pointing things out to her. The brown-haired girl took way too much pleasure in the role, smiling cheerfully at Asia's unsure mannerisms and sticking her tongue out at him over her shoulders every so often.
'Tramp...' He thought idly.
It was roughly an hour before lunch, and Issei kept finding himself looking up at the room's clock and the internal one within the system. Class was moving painfully slow as always, but with how wild his life had become, the effects were even more excruciating. He felt himself yawn and lean back in his chair, nearly kicking his feet up on his desk arrogantly with how far his confidence had grown inside the environment.
If only there was a skip option inside one of his menus. Too bad.
Convincing himself that maybe if he paid attention to the lesson that the hour would be up and he could get lunch, Issei finally motivated himself to look up at the chalkboard for once. He stared dumbly for all of a minute, his mind soon drifting off into his perverse fantasies...
...Only for something odd to happen.