And FINALLY got back to updating this. Woo! Next Chapter will introduce a new arc to the story, as I felt that the Midas' Arc's aftermath is suitably done. The new Arc is suitably titled: Tournament Arc. It will be the third to the last arc, won't be heavily dark as the previous one, and it will have a shit ton of action and fight scenes with all your favorite characters.

Dragon of Dragons: Game of the Year Edition

Chapter 31:

Compromise

"Haha! I have you now! DRESS BREAK!"

"Kyaa!"

Breasts and breasts and breasts galore! Smooth skin, boobies and beautiful bodies! It was paradise and heaven all in one! Er… wait, wasn't that the same thing? Gah! Who cared! There were boobies in front of him! Nipples! Pink nipples! Oh and he could see their v –

"PERVERT!"

Oh kami that kick had hurt.

"GAH! Still worth it!"

Yes, even as he lay on the ground fondling his balls, he cried manly tears. The tears weren't just because the kick had hurt, but because he was accomplishing feats of seeing the beautiful naked forms in front of him. Blood gushed freely from his nose at their forms, and he clenched his hand and let out a silent prayer to the chichigami!

Thank you breast god for the boobies you have given! Oh thank you so much!

Breasts were the heavens gift to mankind! Nothing would change that!

"Gah! I said I was sorry! Ouch – wait, not the face, not the face!"

NOTHING!

You have slept in your bed. HP and all Energy Sources fully restored.

Previous Saved Data Files Fully Integrated into System.

Two cold orbs slowly opened. He sat, scratching at the tip of his nose in irritation as the satin sheets around him felt colder than they had any right to be. The bed was nice, of the best money could buy or Gamers could steal, and the room was equal parts well ventilated and breezy, yet, there was this lingering feeling of warmth and heat that he could not quite place.

Was it from the dream? Was that it?

Except he knew that it was not just a mere dream. It was his mind subconsciously playing over his regained memories, playing them over and over and over again, and he did not know if it was to mock him or to reprimand him.

His past memories were influencing him more than he would like.

There were hundreds of timelines where he was nothing but a sheer, massive pervert that did not think anything through before he performed any action, and less than a dozen where he actually knew what he was doing. It felt as though those timelines were bleeding back into his personality and making him "him" again.

His eyes flickered over to the clock, noticing it to just be a little early in the morning, and making him shake his head as he tried to sort out the jumbled mess of memories that were in his head.

Memories made a person. You were who you were because you remembered a chain of events that led to how you became who you were. You were a scientist because you had memories of toying around with a children's chemistry set your parents bought for you at age six, and remembered eventually going through to college studying said sciences. A martial artist was a martial artist because he had memories of learning the correct manners of fighting, the stances, the poses, and the techniques, and he could call upon that past memory to aid him in present time. Your memories were integral to you, and he found it both a blessing and a curse that so many of his memories were of him fighting, as such, he had regained the muscle memory of those thousands and thousands of different combat scenarios.

Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on whatever aspect he looked at it, he also had numerous memories of everything from stripping Rias' clothing off, to Akeno sucking off his finger, to kissing said Rias and Akeno, to both said Rias and Akeno sucking him off, to other girls doing such, and of course, to numerous, mind-numbing hours of sex. He had memories of having sex with so many girls that he wondered if it was even possible, from entire orgies with bunny-girls, to simple threesomes with Koneko and her sister, to having sex with divine beings like Aphrodite and angels like Gabriel.

Do not even get started on how he had made Gabriel of all people fall from heaven.

He remembered doing all of this, yet at the same time he technically had not done any of it, which was annoying and paradoxical in its own right.

He sighed, tsking under his breath, but only then to wave his hand in front of his mouth at the putrid odor of morning breath. Strange, he had gone days if not weeks without sleeping, and even longer without eating, but once he did finally sleep, his anatomy had started functioning like normal again. He noticed as his nails were long, almost reaching four inches, his hair was now reaching the start of his spine, tickling it softly and growing annoying bangs in the front which was starting to obscure his eyesight. Most notably, he could feel the slow beginnings of a stubble of hair underneath his chin, which he rubbed in contemplation.

He usually obtained a stubble and a beard much later, not now. Then again, nothing was as he remembered it, and it made for a confusing mix and match of what he knew and what he thought he did, and what was real and what wasn't.

He rose up from the bed, stretching his arms high to the ceiling, clad in nothing but a pair of plain grey boxers, as his eyes rapidly scanned around the bedroom of his mansion, raising both eyebrows up as he found it suspiciously empty of certain two individuals.

Ah, well. He moved into the bathroom, stopping as he stepped on the underwear on the floor, and rolled his eyes as he sighed, picking it up, rolling it into a ball neatly and perfectly threw it into a basket assigned for laundry. His feet shuffled as he moved against the mirror, eventually looking at himself for the first time in what felt like decades.

The Gamer

Hyoudou Issei Lv. 469

The title and words still stood over his head, inverted through the mirror, but his Perfect Vision perk corrected it for him almost instantly. It felt like years ago when he had attempted to wave off the floating words as though they were just a hallucination, and years even further still since he had been at a measly single digit level.

He instead turned a look to his own reflection in the mirror, frowning as he stared at it. His hair was long, far longer than before, the since black locks now reaching his shoulders and going down, and he could see the unruly wildness it possessed at the front, being a set of annoying bangs that attempted to obscure his vision, or at least would have, had it not been for his numerous eye related perks that made it unlikely. Speaking of eyes, he stared into his own orbs, realizing that both of them had gone a tad shade darker, which baffled him to no end as he wondered what reasonable connection there was between his eye color and anything else. Shaking his head, he effortlessly brought forth a toothbrush from the mirror-cabinets, and then was about grabbing the tube of toothpaste, only to find it suspiciously missing.

He let out a brief sigh when he then instead noticed his familiar spring up from the faucets, a bright grin on her face.

"Morning master!"

"Morning Dil-chan. Please don't tell me you got rid of the toothpaste tube so that I would have to use you to brush my teeth."

She gave a smiling grin that was far too wide, and far too conspicuous, and he merely shook his head as he sighed.

"You can use me as toothpaste master!"

"I don't believe I would feel comfortable doing that."

"You can use me as mouthwash then master! Make Dil-chan swerve and spin and use your tongue to push all over Dil-chan! Dil-chan wants to be inside you and feel as your tongue and mouth gargles her!"

"It's a little bit too early for vore Dil-chan."

"But Dil-chan would like it master! Please?"

The puppy-dog eyes seemed to be his weakness. Especially when she gave him that particular look. He let out another sigh.

"Ten seconds."

Of course his familiar had a variety of uses, and the more he leveled up, the more uses and abilities of his she learned. Being smarter made her smarter by default, she could change her chemical make-up to emulate almost any liquid at this point that if he truly wanted to, he could kill people by having her turn into colorless, odorless water, and then have her transform into acid or methanol or liquid cyanide once she had been swallowed.

And he just had to have been thinking of this while he was gargling the liquid slime-girl in his mouth. Oh how convenient.

"Ah- M-aaaaaasssssttttteeeeeeerr..."

It's mouthwash. Think only of mouthwash. Needless to say, his familiar did indeed taste exactly like mint-flavored mouthwash, if lemon flavored mouthwash could moan in your mouth that is. Ten seconds exactly, and he released the slime-girl back out, and of course, she had to be panting and covered in liquids and saliva that immediately cast a completely different, and of course, outright perverted picture.

Perverted Situation!

Gained +5 Strength, +5 Vitality, +5 Dexterity!

Oh, screw you too Exodus Switch. Screw you too.

Shaking his head, he at least now had fresh breath, and he stared at his teeth and noticed as they shone in the mirror. No, they literally shone, as in, they emitted bright light like someone had flicked on a torch and sparkled like nothing before.

Ping!

Gained Temporary Buff: [My Shiny Teeth and Me!] Lasts 6Hours.

Oh good, now he could stun people with his smile, instead of his dazzling personality.

Though it made him wonder if a Tooth Fairy existed? Was there actually a Tooth Fairy? Considering Vampires and Unicorns were real, what was the stretch of the Tooth Fairy being real too?

Of course, that would entail entering into the Faelands, who were supposedly said to have a strong guardian bound by oath to never let intruders pass without explicit permission from the rulers of the Fairy Faction.

He rubbed his chin in slow contemplation. So far, the only faction he knew nothing of was the Fairy Faction, and that said a lot about their impartiality and their isolationist culture. There was a war going on between other factions of the underworld, and they were content to sit out on it and watch from the sidelines snorting pixie dust and getting high on unicorn farts.

Not that he knew if such a thing was possible, but he liked to dream.

"Would you like me to bathe you as well master~?"

He froze at the question, unbidden memories of their spar returning to the forefront of his mind, of being covered completely and utterly in smooth, slippery –

"D-don't worry about it Dil-chan."

"But master… Master need to bathe!"

"N-not really Dil-chan."

"Master~! Bathe!"

There was the flurry of rapid footsteps climbing into the master bedroom, and within seconds, there was a blonde haired young woman wearing an apron that read 'Eat the Cook' and her eyes immediately darting around the bathroom. Correction, she was wearing only an apron that read 'Eat the Cook'.

"I heard masturbating! Who's doing it, and why am I not involved?"

"A lone teenage boy living in his own personal giant castle with two beautiful girls yet he chooses to masturbate in the bathroom? Oh, Mittelt, you insult me."

Mittelt's eyes scanned his form, as though searching for something, and then, it seemed she found it, as her eyes lit up like a brilliant lighthouse on foggy beach, and she immediately ran up to him, leaving him unable to do anything as her lips smacked into his, and she barreled him over, sitting on his crotch as she deepened the kiss even further.

When she eventually did rise up for air, he could not help but give her a strange look.

"What was that for?"

"You're back. You're really back."

Her elation could not be hidden, as her entire form seemed to resonate giddiness and joy especially as her eyes regained that teasing appeal to them.

"What do you mean I'm back? I was never gone."

She twirled her hair, the long, golden waterfall falling smoothly at her side that Issei could not stop himself from allowing his hands to move through on sheer instinct.

"The other you never joked around. He was okay, but… he wasn't you, you. I'm glad the old you made a comeback."

He could not help the cold spike that had wrung itself into his chest. Had the difference been that much? That noticeable? Sure he wasn't running off on cold logic now that he had experience and foreknowledge about events, and because he felt wiser and more mature due to his older memories surfacing, but had he really been that bad?

If Mittelt's expression was anything to go by, it seemed he was.

"Well I'm here to stay. Comebacks, Come-fronts and come-insides, the Hyoudou Issei specials."

She facepalmed. "Oh great, you came back with cheesy puns."

He put up a faux air of offence. "I'll have you know that was a great pun."

"It was a cheesy one and you know it Ise-kun. It's so cheesy, it grates on the nerves."

He wanted to say something, but instead just allowed his mouth to twitch into a smile on seeing her satisfied smirk.

"You won't be thinking it's cheesy when I'm done doing all three."

She went slightly pink at the cheeks. "Perv. But I like you pervy. Ooh, I know! Tsubasa went for a morning jog, let's bring her in for a threesome! Oh! Dil-chan can join in to make it a foursome… with tentacles and she could grow this large, bulgy – mmph!"

He didn't think he had kissed anyone faster in his entire life, out of the dire passion not to give Dil-chan any more ideas. Though it seemed too late for that as the familiar was already contemplating the idea.

He disconnected his lips from Mittelt, only to raise an eyebrow as he noticed her face utterly flushed, as he doubly realized that she was out of breath.

"W-w-where did you l-l-learn to kiss like that?"

What was she talking about? He had always kissed like that with –

Realization dawned on him. Experience from other timelines meant importing certain muscle memory or instincts from them as well, and it just so happened that kissing was one of the things he had done countless times. Rias, often tasted fruity, like apples or strawberries, and he could recall often sucking deeply on her lip, or using his tongue to cater to her incisors. Akeno, more often than naught, enjoyed when he nibbled or bit her lips instead, and their kisses were hungry and ravaging, as the woman often tasted like the teas she brewed. Koneko's kisses had been soft, tender, and the girl tasted like sweets and sugar. He remembered this, and he remembered how they tasted and how they kissed and it seemed all that experience kissing was bleeding into him now.

It was just like much earlier, when Naruto had once pointed out that the reason he could take on opponents greater than his level, despite previously having no fighting experience, was based on subconsciously utilizing his battle experience of dozens of timelines. That was how, so long ago, he had pulled off the Leaf Whirlwind on a giant sewer rat without even knowing how the move worked.

"Ise-kun?"

With the invocation of his name, his mind returned to the present, and he grinned at the girl.

"Sorry, kind of hard to think when you're straddling me like that. You know there's literally just my boxers stopping me right?"

She gave him an odd blink, raising her hand to cover her eyes. "Ise-kun, why in the world are your teeth so shiny?"

"That's because master used Dil-chan! Dil-chan makes everything bright and nice!"

She gave him a lopsided grin, leaning forward against him. "Did he now?"

He rose an eyebrow. Ah, how did he diffuse this again?

"Mittelt, I think this is the part where you remember you were cooking something and run off realizing it's burning."

It was almost comical to him, though he did feel somewhat bad realizing he was right, as her eyes widened and she instantly scrambled off him and out the bathroom yelling about breakfast. He let out a brief chuckle, before he strolled out of the bathroom, with his familiar plopping once more on his shoulders in her shrunken form.

He descended down the flight of stairs, having easily memorized the layout of his castle at this point that he did not need the minimap to direct him, before eventually arriving at the brief intersecting corridor that would lead to the numerous attractions of the manor. Whereas he had previously had his doubts about the castle, considering it was quite literally in a borderline between the Faelands and the Land of Fiends, it seemed to make a good home. Considering he was now a 'General' or 'Commander' or some other vaguely important sounding rank in both the 'Royal Empire of Hedon' and Orochimaru's domain, he decided to stay somewhere not incredibly close to either.

Of course he had been given lands and mansions and what not, but he didn't really need all those things. Ironic as it was, he never considered himself a superficial person. Neither the desire for excessive wealth nor a burning passion for money existed within him. This of course did not mean that he did not appreciate what good money could buy, it just meant that he wasn't obsessive about it and was content with whatever he got.

He had eventually made his way over to the kitchen area, a large, open and spacious room which could easily be dubbed the Sous Chef's wet dream. Vividly and diligently aligned were cooking tools and instruments of all sorts, likewise were the pots and pans that were made of better stuff than the cast iron versions, and likewise existed the beautiful red tiling alignment which went with the state-of-the-art stove, refrigerators and ovens. His nose could instantly pick up on the smell of burning eggs and bacon, and he laughed freely as he watched Mittelt fumble around in the kitchen trying to salvage what little she could.

His eyes had of course lingered on her exposed backside for a few seconds, before she eventually noticed him.

"Ise-kun! I er… breakfast might take a while."

He merely smiled as he grabbed a free apron and tied it around his waist.

"Need a hand?"

She blushed. "Um… thanks. I wanted to cook breakfast for all of us, but t-they didn't exactly cover Home Ec classes in Heaven."

That was expected he supposed. It wasn't like he was actually expecting Angels to learn how to cook in heaven. Did they even need to? He assumed that Angels did not need to eat at all, but that must have changed when they fell.

"Don't worry about it. In fact –" In one smooth motion, he whisked her up, so that the girl was sitting on his shoulders, and Dil-chan was sitting on her own shoulders.

"I-Ise-kun? W-what are you doing?"

He was shirtless, and she was wearing nothing but an apron, but at this point, the skin on skin contact felt natural, almost calming to him even. There wasn't even a sexual drive to it, which he found oddest of all.

"You just sit tight, allow your big brother Issei to do all the cooking."

She laughed. "Big Brother? Oh, you're into that kind of thing, is that right oni-chan?"

He couldn't see her face and she couldn't see his, so he let his lips twitch as he responded.

"Perhaps."

She went silent for a second, and he was thankful that he had mastered Poker Face well enough not to chortle out and ruin the effect. He eventually felt her hands land on his hair and head as she giggled.

"You know, part of me feels you're joking right now Ise-kun, but another part of me feels I should roll with it, and a last part of me feels if I do, I'll never go back."

He felt a pair of hands instead pinch his cheeks. "You'll be Ise-chan for now. Then we'll see if you can be promoted to oni-chan status."

Unsurprisingly, he laughed.

"Ise-chan huh? I think I can live with that."

With a flick of a pan and a toss of a ladle, he began whistling a familiar tune to himself as he felt his body go on auto-pilot, moving, cutting, dicing, whisking, cracking and sizzling all at once. Ingredients and recipes flowed through his mind, Master Assassin's Grace and Perfect Vision working in tandem, as he began cooking, all the while listening to Mittelt's 'oohs' and 'ahs'.

Perhaps most impressively was the fact that he ensured that the girl sitting on his shoulders was stable, ensuring that she didn't fall or move out of place and felt perfectly comfortable whilst he worked his culinary magic.

"You know Ise-chan, if fighting bad guys for a living doesn't work out, you could always become a chef."

"I wouldn't make a very good one – I'm too fit."

She crossed her legs under his chin, and on his chest.

"What do you mean?"

"Never trust a thin chef. If the guy really enjoys the taste of his food, and enjoys cooking and eating it, there's no way in hell he'd be looking thin and scrawny."

Or so the Akimichi clan had believed.

He heard the sound of her laughter as he felt his ears tickle her thighs.

"I don't know about that Ise-kun. I hear housewives and mothers really enjoy the taste of their food and enjoy the feel-good fuzzy feeling it brings, but I don't think all of them are chubby."

Her voice trailed off into a wistful sigh. "I wonder how it feels... to have a mother. Your mother, she's the one who taught you how to cook isn't she?"

The concept of his parents were a bit of a sore topic that he only missed a slight step, ever so undetectable by the fallen angels on his shoulders, as he let out a somewhat reluctant smile.

"A-actually, no. My mom pampered me a lot, so I never really got to learn directly from her, just the bits and pieces I observed from watching her cook."

"Really? So how are you this good?"

He shrugged, ignoring the fact that the action placed certain parts of her anatomy on to him that was beginning to stimulate a reaction down below.

"I cheat. A sprinkle of skills here, some past knowledge from different timelines here and then it all comes together."

He felt as the girl's hands that had been roaming through his hair come to a stop.

"Different timelines?"

"Numerous past timelines and versions of the world. I was going to bring it up this morning with you and Tsubasa… where is she anyway?"

Oh, wait, his minimap indicated that she was in the Castle's gym.

"She's still jogging… so… what do you mean by different timelines?"

"Ah, ah. No telling. I'll explain it to both of you at the same time, so that I don't have to repeat it, and so it doesn't seem as though I'm favoring one of you over the other."

It was perhaps the most blatant lesson he had learned from his numerous past memories, as he had soon discovered that Harems were somewhat fickle things. Wrong timing, too little time spent, or certain actions could and would incite insecurity and/or envy, and those were two deadly things that killed relationships faster than anything else.

She playfully tugged at his hair.

"Oh that's not fair Ise-chan."

"You know it is Mittelt."

He heard her sigh.

"Fine, fine. Can you at least tell me what I was in these… other timelines? Was I an awesome singer? Maybe a celebrity? Or… did… did I still remain an angel?"

He smiled. "You were –"

His mind instantly froze.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

In every single timeline he could think of that had Mittelt in it, in all of them that he could remember, Mittelt was dead. She had either been killed by Rias or Akeno, going along with Raynare's plan. All of them. There was not a single exception as far as he knew, and as such, Mittelt was someone who ended up dying horrid, pointless deaths. Every. Single. Time.

"Ise-chan?"

Ah, this was troubling. Did he lie? It was a tiny white lie, one that would have absolutely no real harm except but to make her happier, but it would be a lie nonetheless. He was tired of lying, really, it pissed him off that he was a person whose name meant honesty, and yet he told lies all the time.

So solution? Diversion.

Faking a sneeze had never been easier, especially when he had indeed inhaled a brief dust of pepper, which then caused his head to jerk forward and backwards at the right time and manner. If done precisely, and accurately considering that Mittelt was not wearing any underwear –

"I-I-Ise-chan! You're h-hair is tickling my –"

"Er, sorry about that. Though Mittelt, I wonder, once I introduce you to my parents will you still walk around the house with nothing but an apron on?"

"I-I-I-Introduce me to y-y-your p-p-parents?!"

Oh bless her soul that she was easily flustered.

"Well, eventually."

Or, once he went back and restored their memories as he confirmed that the world was no longer in dire threat and no one (Orochimaru) would ever take them as hostages to use against him. No, stop thinking about that.

"Or you don't want to eventually meet my parents someday?"

"W-what? No! I mean, of course I would love to meet your parents! But it's just… you know, I'm a couple of hundred years old and you're sixteen."

Technically, if he combined his past experiences, he was much older than her.

"I'll be seventeen next month, so no worries."

She playfully bopped him over the head just as he flipped a pancake in the air.

"And what would they think of the naughty fallen angel, draped all over their little boy?"

"My dad would probably nod his head with tears in his eyes and my mom would probably try to make you eat more to fatten you up and make sure your hips were fit for child-bearing."

The sound of sizzling bacon reverberated.

"R-Really?"

"That's the most likely outcome."

"Y-you weren't kidding when you said you were pampered Ise-chan. I'm not the expert, but I don't think that's how most parents react."

He let out a fond smile. "I guess so, but my parents aren't most parents. I'm the only child you know? And my mom… she had three miscarriages before finally having me, so I suppose they usually let me get away with things they really shouldn't most of the time because of it. They love me a lot, and I feel the same."

He did not say anything as he felt the girl climb down from his shoulders, and he felt her petite arms wrap around his waist, as she drew him close.

"If it helps Ise-chan, I understand just how your parents feel about you. You're one of a kind Ise-chan, and don't you forget it."

He felt his breath hitch in his throat.

"T-thank you, Mittelt."

He had almost completely lost count of how long he had stood there, in the girl's embrace, unable to say anything and ignoring the strange stinging sensations in his eyes that made no sense.

"Ise-chan! The food! Save the food!"

He blinked, before immediately removing the burning pancake from the pan with a slight awkward smile. Still however, the breakfast set was complete, and there was everything from sausages and eggs, to pancakes and toast.

"Um, Ise-chan, isn't this a bit much? I don't think Yura-chan or Dil-chan can eat this much."

Those were a lot of chans, he fondly noted.

"It's not just for us, we're having guests over."

"Guests? Who?"

"Oh, the Yokai King, the Vampire King, the Dhampire of Death and an interdimensional messiah."

Brief silence.

"Ise-chan, has anyone ever told you how amusing your life sounds?"

He smiled.

"You have no idea."

He felt the girl squirm slightly as she buried her head into his chest.

"But… Ise-kun… could you… could you do something for me before that?"

He did not even have to hesitate before he responded "Anything."

"Well… It has to do with Ray-chan…"

~~~~~~~~~~~Dragon of Dragons: Game of the Year Edition ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Off the Coast of the Pacific

Private Cruise Ship

Raynare let out a silent groan of enjoyment as she felt the expert hands of the masseuse gingerly apply the ointment and other sun blocking salves unto her back. Clad in in a simple black bikini and a matching sultry G-string, she felt rather relaxed with the shades on her eyes as her back was suitably pampered. A chapman and straw lay to her side, with a nice lemon placed at the edge of the glass, and of course, there was an interesting magazine that she could peruse at her pleasure directly in front of her.

This was the life. She didn't have to worry about any faction issues, about any possible Great War once more breaking out, or about any form of annoying fighting and conflict that she'd have found herself embroiled with. All she had done, was position herself at the right place at the right time, gotten into the good graces of some young horny millionaire prince who no doubt wanted to claim her in bed as he went on his cruise, and then she found herself enjoying the world's finest cuisine, the finest of alcohol, and the finest of living. Of course, with a little bit of Fallen Angel memory magic here and there, and her own natural charm and seductive prowess, she had the prince himself sucking off her toes and licking her feet like a loyal puppy.

She had wealth and she had power, or at least, compared to the humans, she might have well been some form of goddess sent from high above. Which of course, is quite what she intended fully doing. Demonstrating bits and pieces of her Dark Light abilities would easily earn her both fear and worship, and in no time, she would have her own small army of minions and devout worshipers bowing down to her and bending to her every whim. She would make herself a powerful goddess, and reap the benefits for as long as her extended lifespan allowed.

It wasn't as though there was some Universal Statute of Secrecy that the Factions needed to follow, there were no rules in place saying that you could not reveal the supernatural to humans. She was certain that World Leaders all had contracts to extremely powerful supernatural beings and Devils, utilizing their powers to further their own goals, but keeping it tremendously on the down low because they wanted to monopolize all that power for themselves.

Humans had drawn the short end of the straw unfortunately, with only a few of them actually possessing great power needed to put up a fight against the supernatural. She also supposed that was why Sacred Gears were a thing, a power given to humans in order to ensure that they were capable of protecting themselves from other beings.

She snorted. The good that did when Devils hoarded humans with Sacred Gears, and other factions like her unfortunately stole them for herself. She sighed, recalling how she would have ended up with the Twilight Healing, had Hyoudou Issei not shown up and thrown a complete wrench into all her plans.

"Oh, yes, that's the spot…!"

She let out a small groan as it felt as though the masseuse had suddenly evolved his technique, and the lotion he was using had changed too, feeling somewhat cold and tremendously smooth, but yet it was slimy. His hands rapidly worked on her shoulder blades, then he trailed them together towards the nape of her neck, then down, following across her spine until he reached a position where her tailbone was supposed to be, and then worked his way back upwards.

"Ohh… yes…"

She let out a hiss as she felt the hands massage the spot where her wings would usually sprout form, as it was a rather sensitive spot for Fallen Angels and Angels alike, and the cool lotion he was using sent tiny sparks of static down her spine from the sensations of his thumb expertly kneading the spot.

"That feels good~…. What lotion are you usi –"

She stopped talking. She stopped talking because she spotted the masseuse far away, at the other end of the ship's open promenade deck, and yet, she could still feel hands lathering all over her back.

"It's called slime-girl. Or I like to call it, Dil-chan's One Thousand and One uses. Heals sickness, regenerates lost limbs, and works as a great lubrication agent for your special sexual needs."

Oh fuck no.

She tried to stand, but of course it was far too late at the point, as her entire body was instantaneously engulfed in slime, in sticky, cold, liquid slime that made her unable to as much as move.

"Really Hyoudou… it's been a week. Just a week… couldn't you let me at least enjoy this a little longer?"

She felt a cold breath on her back. Her danger senses were tingling because she could not see his face, she had the back of her neck exposed towards him and she had no idea what was going through his mind.

"I'm only here to ask a question. Answer truthfully, and I just might consider not killing you."

She laughed. "Really, do you think that I'd fall for –"

The slime coating her body turned blazing hot as her clothes evaporated, and she felt as though she had suddenly been dipped into boiling water, causing her to wince. Then rapidly, the burning sensations vanished and was replaced with a cool, chilling one, which then started sending burning sensations to sensitive areas and it didn't take long for her to realize that the slime was an aphrodisiac of some sort.

"I like you, Raynare, I really do. So we can either play the 'I bluff, you bluff' game, or I can cut straight to the chase and torture you to death with sexual pleasure."

So Hyoudou Issei no longer jerked around. That was both comforting and somewhat frightening.

"Now, question time. When you asked me to be your boyfriend, was your intention to lead me on and then kill me at a park afterwards?"

Her heart froze. She had felt the organ stop beating the very second he asked that question because he should not have known that fact. Hell, no one should have known that fact, not even Mittelt or Kalawarner, she had not told anyone and it was something that she had planned because she would have gotten off on seeing his anguished and betrayed face when she eventually ran him through with a spear of light.

Of course, none of that had ever happened because rather than accepting, he turned her town and made her cream herself in public, to which she had kicked him in the balls and angrily stormed off filled with embarrassment. So how then did he know her prior plans? How did he know what she had been planning to do?

She could always lie, it wasn't like he would be able to tell, except there was the possibility that he could indeed tell that she was lying and she did not know where that would lead. Would he truly kill her? She could not tell because she could not see his face, but his tone of voice was absolutely frigid despite the joviality of his words, and she did not know what that meant.

She grit her teeth. She couldn't even properly beg in this situation because he could not see her face, and her words would just fall on deaf ears, so what was she to do?

"Come now Issei, all that is in the past isn't it? I mean –"

She bit down on her lower lip once she felt the slime covering her superheat to boiling levels once more. Her mind was already going blank and she could feel her breathing rapidly increase as she fought back the urge to let out a raspy, desperate moan. It was good, it was better than good, yet at the same time, it was horrible. She was somehow being incredibly aroused, and then instantly turned off in the span off a second, which was easily messing with her internal organs and her mind that was confused as to what state she truly was in. Adrenaline would pump in, then be cut off, then pump in again unsteadily, just as her heartbeat would quicken, then slow, and then quicken again.

It was the most insane form of torture she had ever heard of or experienced, and she could quite literally die from the arousal, or more accurately from the excessive, rapidly flowing adrenaline.

"Yes or no."

She grit her teeth. "Come on Issei-kun, it's me Raynare… we – we had that one good moment together… you know, when you took out those exorcists, and the other time when you fondled me… I mean –"

She let out a dry gasp as the slime heated again, but this time it was far much hotter and it felt as though tiny needles were stimulating every single part of her anatomy as her eyes began to glaze over. She felt her entire body get ready for pleasurable release, only for it to be utterly deprived in a single second, and left her throat burning from the undeclared screams of frustration.

"Yes. Or. No."

"Yes! YES! Okay?" She screamed, panting "I would have asked you out, let you believe I fancied you, gone on a date and pretended I was into you and then stabbed you through the chest at the end, and watched as you bled out on the floor! Is that what you want to hear?"

There was a brief moment of silence.

"Why?"

"W-what?"

"Why? I don't see any reason why you'd have to have gone through that charade. Why didn't you just kill me when you first met me? There was nothing and no one stopping you from doing so, so why the ruse?"

She bit her lip. "You can't seriously expect me to answer that."

"I do."

"I did it because."

"Because?"

"Because I could. Because I would have enjoyed it. Because I would have pleasured myself that night with your anguished and betrayed face in my mind. Because I would have given some stupid human virgin boy hope and some possibility of love, and then ripped it all away from him in seconds. Because I would have laughed about it and joked around about it and then forgotten about it within the next month. Because that's what I do, and because that's who I am."

There was a brief moment of heavy silence in which he did not say anything, and it made her nervous, his silence was completely unnerving and she did not know what it meant.

"I see."

She bit her lip. What did he see?

"Well, then... I guess you'll have to do."

W-what?

The slime covering her body receded, vanishing all together and she finally allowed herself to turn, around, gazing into the eyes of the boy as they seemed to be twinkling in mirth.

"I'm not going to ask you to change who you are, cause that'd make me sort of a hypocrite. Well, not unless you want to, and not unless you feel that you don't like who you are. But, I will ask you to share in your experiences."

She contemplated slowly if the teenage boy in front of her was insane. Was he really offering what she thought he was offering? Was he blind, daft or just plain out stupid?

"Look I get that you're some karmic guru of sexual pleasure or something, and yes, you do make me feel really good, but if you're interested in anything more than casual sex, you're out of luck and you're barking up the wrong tree. I don't do romance."

"Mittelt seems to think otherwise. She thinks you're just lonely, and you try to hide it, to hide it from everyone, even yourself."

Mittelt, of course it had to be Mittelt. She had always been like that.

"Tch. Mittelt is soft. I'm nothing like her – I'm cruel. I manipulate people without a second thought and can harm them without a second thought. I seduce, I betray, I destroy. You'd be disgusted with me in seconds."

He placed a hand on his chin. "You're kind of selling yourself short here."

"Am I? Well let's look at some facts then. You saved my life back there, in that golden hell-hole. If you hadn't swooped in like Prince Charming I'd be dead, a golden corpse like the rest of my entire race. Oh, and how'd I thank you? Oh wait, that's right, I didn't. I subtly told you to go fuck yourself, when you were looking for allies, and came here with a thong riding up my ass as I bathed in the sun. Am I the type of person you want to be giving googly-eyes and buying roses for?"

"Googly-eyes are so last decade, and I prefer bluebells, so there's no problem here."

She rolled her eyes. "Cute. Look Issei, just take the offer of casual sex on the table or leave it completely. I'm happy, You're happy, Mittelt's happy – everyone is happy."

"So you'd prefer to simply have sex with someone, sleep by their side, be intimate, and be satisfied with nothing else?"

"YES!" She said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world "No relationships means no commitment, no chaining or leashing myself down to another person, no limiting my freedom in what I can or can't do, no one to give me crap or tell me stuff about their day or burden me with problems I don't give a shit about! It's freedom at its core, the entire reason I'm a Fallen Angel!"

She was panting at this point, but she didn't care, not minding one bit as her breasts heaved and dropped with every inhale and exhale, and as a small layer of sweat began to show on her naked body, one to which Issei merely gazed at plainly.

"That sounds lonely."

"That sounds like you're not getting the point." She bit out.

"But you've never been in any form of relationship before have you? So how can you claim it's perfect? That's like saying that chocolate Ice Cream is the best in the world when you've never tasted any other flavor."

She rolled her eyes again. For Heaven's sake why in the world was he so damned persistent about this?

"Alright, let's make a challenge to see who's right."

The look he gave her was not one that she was entirely comfortable with, seeing the utmost determination in them.

"Six Months." He said, "For six months, join Mittelt and I. Eat the same foods we do. Watch the same things, sleep on the same beds, laugh together, fight together, scream out each other's names at the top of our lungs together in bed or otherwise."

He grew closer, and she could not help but gaze unto his eyes, cold, midnight black eyes that reflected like the clearest of night skies illuminated by millions and millions of stars.

"We look at each other – like this –"

His gaze seemed to be searching, those starry orbs making contact with hers and leaving her with a sensation as though someone was looking past what could be seen in her front, and towards what could be seen deep, deep within. His pupils dilated slowly, and he continued to give her the gaze that she was certain would have sent lured so many guileless angels in heaven to fall, and then to fall even further as they would gleefully charge against Michael just to be receive the gaze once more. Saliva coalesced in her mouth as she said nothing and he continued.

"We touch each other – like this –"

His left hand had traced itself up, moving from her neck, to her chin, all the way to her earlobes, to her hair, tracing smoothly through her black locks and ever so slightly touching her scalp, before running back down and finding the fingers underneath her chin, and on her lip.

"And we kiss each other – like this –"

His lips made contact with hers, and explosives detonated in her vision. Exploding, brilliant, dazzling, with lights a cornucopia of colors as though rainbows and stars had fused, the feeling of euphoria was a static discharge that burned and chilled at the same time. Her lips had simply made a light, gentle impact with hers, and it drove every single bit of her wild, every pore felt like it was bursting with energy, every hair felt itself stand alive, and every part of her wanted to claim those lips with the fiery passion of parched man gulping water.

"And once the six months are up, once they are finished, if you can't leave and go back to your life free of commitment – you lose."

Her heart was thumping, beating fast, faster than should have been possible, even as she could feel the blood rushing through her veins as the pounding in her ears grew louder. She was feeling something, something that she knew was not lust, because she knew what lust felt like, and she had felt it a thousand times, and this – this was not it.

"And," her voice sounded meeker than normal, and she cursed herself for it "And if I can? If I can leave?"

He gave her smile that would not be out of place on an angel, that would not be out of place on the beings of divine whose sole purpose for existing was to serve as paragons of virtue and righteousness, and it suited him, it suited him more so than she would like to admit, as her lips still burned from the contact.

"You would've won our little bet… but you'd have lost something much more valuable."

She bit on the downside of her lip, her mind instantaneously wracking with questions and answers and an overwhelming desire to both refuse and accept.

"I torture for fun." She said.

"I'm a masochist." He shot back.

"I kill people at the slightest provocation." She argued.

"The world is overpopulated anyway." He shrugged.

"I'm evil."

There, that was her final argument, only for her to watch as he let out a deep laugh, then, his form was overshadowed by a large, demonic looking shadow, snarling maliciously into the ocean, before vanishing.

"So am I."

She bit her lip, wondering how in the world this could even be possible. This was Hyoudou Issei was he not? Was he not the same teenage boy who had looked like a clueless virgin? Why did he – how did he –

"Why," she found herself saying "Why are you so determined not to leave me alone? I wouldn't go through half this trouble if I was in your shoes, so why?"

Another smile, this one, more serene, relaxed, like a fisherman who was confident in the hoist of his reel and in the quality of his catch.

"Because I want to see your true self. The true you. Unfiltered, unbroken, unrestrained. Because it would make you happy, and nothing would make me happier."

This was insane and she knew it, he was insane and she knew it, yet, there was a brief lull and appeal to that insanity, and so, she found herself accepting his outstretched hand as he pulled her close, and gave her a brilliant wonderful smile, that would have made Michael's look like a pale imitation.

"Welcome back Raynare."

~~~~~~~~~~ DxD – Game of the Year Edition ~~~~~~~~

Underworld

Hyoudou Issei's Castle

The Gamer let out a yawn as he gave a glance at the perfectly arranged table. It seemed Mittelt had decided that she would not be joining them for breakfast, instead gushing and jumping up and down now that her Ray-chan was back, and she had proceeded to give Raynare a tour of the entire castle. Of course, the wealthy atmosphere had suit her just fine, and Raynare had jokingly stated that all he had to do to convince her was say that he was rich.

He blinked when Tsubasa came down from the stairs, humming to herself before she stopped in front of him and give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Sorry, Issei, can't stay for breakfast today. There's something going on back on earth that I have to take care of for now."

"Really? Is it anything I can help with?"

"No, no, it's nothing major. I'll be back soon!"

With that, her devil wings sprouted, as she used the teleportation portal Issei had eventually set up that directly linked his castle to the human world, and was gone in a spray of lights leaving him sitting alone as he awaited the arrival of his guests.

Well, not truly alone, because Dil-chan was always with him. Lovable familiar that she was. It did however, give him some time to glance through the skills he had gotten from Kuroka, as the uses and abilities seemed to vary.

Spatial Manipulation

You want personal space? Who doesn't? Now, you have the ability to set control to your own personal space, and make sure that it is never invaded again!

Skills:

Space: Orb [Passive] Lv. Max: With this skill, everything at arm's length of you is your personal space separate from that of the actual world. This enables you to control or bend it to your desire, adding or removing features as you wish, and doing things like breathing in areas with no oxygen and moving freely in areas with heavy gravity. May be disabled by user.

Space: Decree [Active] Lv. 55: This enables you to expand on the effects of Orb, and extend your personal space to affect the world around you. You can set rules such as "Weaken" Devils, "Strengthen" Angels, or simply manipulate the temperature, humidity and gravity of the affected area. Your current range of effect is: 12 feet.

Space: Gate [Active] Lv. Max: With this skill, you can create portals as you so wish which instantaneously takes you to any location given that you know the location and can suitably visualize it. Portals can also be used offensively or defensively. You may also utilize portals to send items to your inventory, or your Instant Dungeons.

He mused over the skills, cracking his knuckles before extending his hand outwards and subvocalizing Gate. A black, murky portal appeared in front of him, twisting and turning in nature, but still being somewhat translucent enough to see the other side. Likewise, a similar inky portal appeared behind him, and he pushed his hand into the portal in front, only for it to come out from the one behind, as he proceeded to scratch angles of his own back he could never truly reach.

"Ahhh… that's the best."

Portals for the win!

Still, disregarding his current use or abuse of his powers, Hyoudou Issei realized that the situation he was about to encounter was one that did not sound at all amusing.

It sounded more like the beginnings of a bad joke; a vampire, a dhampire, a tailed beast, a sage and a gamer walked up to a table to eat breakfast. It was the sort of thing you would expect someone to say in a parody, and of course, you could not help but wonder what possible punchline or correlation these things would have. Still, asinine as it sounded, it was exactly what had happened, or rather, it was what would have happened, had it seemed that Naruto had failed to inform Alucard of where they would be going.

A dazzling yellow flash had filled up the room, and the group stood, with Alucard blinking, Gasper already in front of him in a defensive position, Naruto smiling in that I-did-something-but-forgot-to-tell-you kind of way and Kurama… Kurama was in a cute fox form.

A miniature fox, though with only one tail instead of his usual ten, and one would almost forget that this was a powerful being if they had seen him appear as such.

"Uzumaki, where have you brought us t- YOU?"

Why was Alucard giving him that battle-ready look? Oh, of course, he was technically allied with Orochimaru and the people who had painted him as a betrayer and murderer, by claiming he had been the one to finish off the Satans whilst they were weakened. Easily understandable as to why he would give him that look.

Gasper charged, and Issei smiled.

He smiled.

His bright shining teeth caught the Dhampire off guard, and one second, he was about to attack, the next, he was tumbling out of control to Issei's left as the Gamer side-stepped out of the way, and caught the boy with his arm, wrapping it around his neck as he gave him an affectionate noogie on the head.

He likewise paid no heed to Alucard's own surprised look, nor did he pay any to the complete shock that registered on Gasper's face.

Unfortunately, he had numerous memories of actually training Gasper, and he now knew that Gasper's Forbidden Balor View only worked with things in his field of vision, and likewise, would deactivate and fail once he was forced to close his eyes. A rather simple but effective way to hinder a power that could stop time, was to make sure you were not in Gasper's field of vision, or to obstruct that vision entirely.

Though of course, he was somewhat happy that this Gasper was not a shy little crossdresser. The old one had it's perks… but Issei still had the squick feeling from when he remembered being sexually attracted to Gasper before being told that the dhampire was male.

They were called traps for an appropriate reason he supposed.

"Breakfast first, listen to what I have to say, then you can decide if you want to kill me. Though we'd have to take it outside, because I like my place, and I like it in one piece."

In perhaps another universe entirely, his house would gain a form of sentient spirit that would walk around in an appealing one piece bathing suit.

Wait, why in the world had that even come up to the forefront of his mind? He shook his head and attributed to the effects of his own residual insanity.

"Yay! Pancakes!"

Surprisingly, Gasper Vladi seemed to like pancakes.

"Pass me the bacon."

Unsurprisingly, Kurama went for the meat.

"Is there ramen on the menu?"

Doubly unsurprising, Naruto wanted ramen.

~~~~~~~~ Dragon of Dragons – Game of the Year Edition ~~~~~~

Underworld

Esau's Bar

Esau let out a deep, dissatisfied groan as customers cheerfully rose their glasses, and drank to their merriment, and a small part of him was suitably annoyed particularly because he knew that the only reason his bar was this full, was because of his new 'waitress'.

"Nami-chan! We need a refill over here!"

"Get your lazy ass up and off that seat and go grab it."

"Oh, so cruel Nami-chan! My heart can't take it!"

Esau growled underneath his breath. Nami, or more accurately, Serafall Leviathan, was his newest barmaid, and of course, despite having died her hair a different, dull shade of blonde and tying it into a ponytail, wearing thick contacts that gave her blue eyes, and heavy wrappings and bindings that heavily constricted her breasts and made her look flat-chested she still got the guys attention. Despite her acting being excellent, and her new persona being one of a cold-hearted, lazy, malevolent barmaid who sat at a corner and filed her nails all day until told to do some work, the men were still attracted to her.

Sweet Abraham! It was like the men of today were so sexually frustrated that they'd go for any woman that remotely looked attractive. Why, in the good ol' days, they wouldn't have this kind of problem, because if you wanted a woman, you simply had to go meet with her father and you'd have her warming your bed that night. But then again, there were many, many issues of the good ol' days.

Still! He was not happy in the slightest, especially considering the ever so annoying fact that she was making his bar lively.

"My bar's supposed to be scary fer cryin' out loud."

His gaze turned over to the Bar's resident freeloader, finding him once more, peaceful and looking serene.

"Oi boy, I'm not paying ya ta sleep on da job!"

The man's eyes opened, and gave him a stare. "You're not paying me at all."

"Bah! I give ya a discount on drinks and ya practically live here! So where's that intimidatin' gaze ya supposed to have?"

For his part, he simply walked over to the spot where 'Nami' was, stood in front of her, and then let his expression fall on the other people of the bar, all of them watching with baited breath.

"She's mine."

Then, without saying anything else, he went back to peacefully sitting on the stool, leaving the room in a deep heavy silence as everyone immediately got the message. Following that, the turned to Esau, and his expression asked 'happy?' before he seemingly went back to his peaceful position. No one said a word, but instead, everyone got the idea that it was not a good idea to try anything with the new barmaid. Said barmaid did not do or say anything contrary, lest it break her act and someone began to see past the facade. Though, she did give the young man an odd, imperceptible look.

Esau sighed, momentarily happy with the silence, though somewhat still annoyed that the ol' crow winged general, Azazel, was using his storeroom as some sort of military operation campaign during the night, and of course Serafall was in on it. He just hoped that this would not lead to the destruction of his bar, because he really, really liked his bar.

"Oi... boy, what in all of Israel is that?"

Everyone had turned to the center of the room, where stacks of papers and flyers had flown in, utilizing an old form of parchment that even Esau was surprised to see in such good quality, and in no time at all, Vergil had grabbed one, and he seemed to instantly beam from reading it, before he stood from his seat, and vanished out of the bar. Curious, Esau also moved over to one of the parchments, grabbing it to read.

Tournament of Champions

Mongrels and scum, and all others who dare claim themselves to be warriors or champions, you have been granted the honor of proving yourselves before me. Display your pugnacious nature before your King, and those of you who prove to not be a mere waste of my breath and time shall be granted upon the single usage of a gift from my vast collection. You will be allowed to gaze upon the sight of the Grail, and I will allow your filthy hands to touch it, once, and only once, shall you prove yourself worthy.

I await your arrival mongrels. Come, and display your worth before the King.

Kindly Read and Review.

Silent Songbird.