In Kuroka's life, the most important people were her comrades in Vali's team and her beloved little sister. For years, she had watched over Koneko from afar, quietly observing as her sister slowly recovered from her miserable past and gradually began to accept her new family and name.
But as an SS-Class wanted criminal, Kuroka could only watch over Koneko from a distance. She was terrified of implicating her little sister in her own troubles if she ever got too close.
She had not come to see her sister for the past few months. That was why the scene unfolding before her eyes shocked her so deeply that she nearly cried out loud and exposed her presence.
On the other side of the park, right before Kuroka's eyes, her little sister stood, walking happily while hugging a young boy tightly between her small, soft breasts. The poor boy was visibly struggling to break free from the suffocating embrace.
Kuroka rubbed her eyes vigorously and blinked several times, but the scene before her refused to change.
This was great!
Suddenly, Kuroka watched as Koneko pulled the boy in her arms and snuck behind a tree. There, despite the boy's protests, Koneko laughed playfully and pressed her lips against his, stealing a kiss.
"What is she doing?!"
Kuroka's eyes widened in shock as she stared at the boy, who soon began kissing her sister back. For some reason, she found herself unable to look away from him. Her heart, which had been filled with excitement and joy at seeing her sister, began beating wildly. A strange, foreign feeling started bubbling up inside her chest.
The way she looked at the boy she had never seen before began to change. Without realizing it, she pressed both hands against her chest. Her breathing grew heavier, and her face warmed for no clear reason. It felt as if she had just stumbled upon something she never knew she had been missing. In that moment, it was as though her entire focus had been drawn to that boy alone.
She wanted to know who he was. She wanted to know his name. She wanted to know why he was so goddamn attractive to her, why she suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to hug him tightly, spoil him rotten, and show him the wonders only a mature woman could offer.
She wanted to keep him by her side at all times. She wanted to give him everything he could ever desire and shower him with endless love and affection.
Kuroka's golden eyes gleamed with a dangerous, obsessive light as these powerful new feelings surged through her.
"What is wrong with me?! Since when did I become attracted to kids?! This is freaking wrong!"
Kuroka wiped the saliva dripping from her lips down to her chin with the back of her hand and muttered in a low, shaken voice.
Although both her parents were trash, her mother was a stupid woman, and her father was only slightly better than her ex-master since he had performed experiments on her when she was young.
But it couldn't be that she had inherited their rotten blood and was now awakening some pedophilic tendency, right?
It couldn't be that she was actually a pedophile!
'But Koneko is making out with him! Wait... why am I having this uncomfortable feeling watching my little sister kiss that boy?'
Kuroka began to seriously question her own morality and mental state. The sight of Koneko passionately kissing that boy only made her feel worse, 'Could it be that we really are a completely rotten family?'
'I want to talk to him... I want to touch him... What should I do?'
'What should I do?!'
Kuroka fell into a deep predicament.
...
"Senpai, you are so cute when you struggle like this. I want to eat you up, nya~!"
Koneko pressed me firmly against the tree, easily holding my body with her strength. She licked my cheek with her soft, warm tongue before kissing it, breathing heavily against my skin. A deep, perverted, and intensely obsessive expression was clearly visible on her face.
"If you keep doing this, I'll... Hmm!"
I tried to push her away, but I was immediately silenced by another kiss. Koneko's tongue slipped boldly into my mouth, completely shutting me up. The cat girl looked exactly like a perverted neighborhood little sister assaulting her friend's boyfriend.
The two of them rolled around on the grass behind the trees. Koneko held me down firmly, kissing me greedily, sucking on my lips, and intertwining their tongues passionately. Her entire petite body pressed down on me, covering me completely as she refused to let me escape.
"Sorry, nya! I can't hold myself! You are just so cute, Senpai!"
When Koneko finally pulled away from the kiss, a long, transparent string of saliva connected their lips. Her golden eyes were glowing with dangerous intensity as she stared at me with a completely drunken, lovestruck expression.
"Enough!"
I pushed her away firmly and stood up, dusting off my clothes with an annoyed expression. "If you do this again, you won't like the punishment you'll get!"
Currently, I was extremely short, with soft baby fat still visible on my cheeks, making me look no older than five or six years old. The way I spoke so seriously, issuing a stern warning in such a tiny body, created an incredibly funny contrast.
"Sorry, Senpai..." Koneko lowered her head and knelt on the ground with her hands resting neatly on her knees as she apologized.
However, the way she gazed up at me made it very clear that she was not sorry at all. Her golden eyes were still filled with mischievous desire. Almost instinctively, her hands moved forward and began patting me gently.
"...More importantly, there is someone watching us over there. Go deal with her." I swatted her hand away and glared at her. I then pointed with my chin in a certain direction.
"It seems she came for you."
"Who?"
Koneko finally reacted. Using her Observation Haki and Senjutsu, she instantly detected someone hiding behind the trees, watching them. The aura and ki coming from that person felt incredibly familiar. Her expression changed rapidly as she muttered.
"Onee-san... Why is she here?!"
Her face changed from confusion to anger, to longing, and then to hatred, before finally settling into a calm, composed look. She stood up and said, "Senpai, I have to see her."
"Alright, go ahead. I'll wait here," I said calmly. I wasn't worried about Koneko's safety in the slightest. As long as I was around, nothing would happen to her.
Even though I had become a shota, my strength had not been affected at all. If necessary, I could slap the two people hiding there to death.
Many of you are probably wondering what the fuck happened to me that turned me into a freaking shota.
To answer that, we have to go back a couple of hours...
When Serafall said she had a present for me, she was referring to the yellow pen she had brought with her. The moment she showed it to me, she immediately tried to sneak attack me with it while I was distracted.
Of course, it didn't work.
How could I possibly fall for such an obvious trick? With his Observation Haki already activated, I had been on full guard against her from the very beginning.
The moment Serafall activated the pen, I had already dodged to the side. The yellow beam shot past my harmlessly.
What happened next was exactly as expected. Without me needing to lift a single finger, Grayfia, Venelana, and the other yanderes erupted with fury. They swarmed Serafall all at once and pinned her down hard against the ground.
Serafall struggled fiercely, cursing them loudly for ganging up on her and for ruining her precious yuri dream with Yusuke. Her words only infuriated the women even more. Even Sona spat at her older sister in utter disgust.
The struggle between them grew even more chaotic. Amid the wild catfight, while Yusuke and the System were calmly chatting and watching the show, a freak accident occurred that no one, not even Yusuke, had anticipated.
The pen flew through the air and landed right beside my feet. When I bent down to pick it up, it activated instantly, releasing a bright yellow beam that hit my directly.
However, the result was nothing like what Serafall had hoped for.
She had expected Yusuke to transform into a beautiful woman so they could finally fulfill her long-awaited yuri dream together. Instead, the beam shrank him down from a teenage boy into a small shota.
He now stood in the middle of his suddenly oversized clothes, staring down at his tiny hands in complete shock.
In the end, because of her shock, the women completely subdued Serafall.
Sona asked Koneko to take Yusuke outside for a walk as if he were some helpless kid.
Meanwhile, the others carried the struggling Serafall down to the basement to "educate" her. Eleonora and Yubelluna stayed behind to repair the damage caused to the house, which had only recently been renovated.
[Be a good boy and do not wander around.] Watching Koneko leave, 2B suddenly spoke inside his mind.
'Shut up. That is not funny at all,' I frowned deeply in disgust. He really hated this stupid form.
Who in their right mind would create something like this in the first place? A gender changing pen was already ridiculous enough, and now there was a freaking age changing pen? What was next?
[Are you upset, baby boy? Do you want a candy? Come here, Onee-chan will give you a candy! Say ahh~!] How could 2B pass up this golden opportunity to get under his skin? Instead of shutting up, she doubled down and began provoking him even more.
"What happened to you? You look, hmm... younger?" Vali stepped out from between the bushes and asked, sizing up the shota-version of Yusuke with a strange look in his eyes.
He recognized Yusuke, since he had fought him before, and was somewhat familiar with this kind of situation. Long ago, something similar had happened to him, too, when Azazel had pranked him and turned him into a young boy.
'Ugh!' Vali shuddered at those dark days, when he had been powerless and without freedom, left at the mercy of scary women who treated him like a plaything.
"A freak accident," I glanced up at him and answered lightly, then asked, "What brought you here?"
Both men, or rather a boy and a man, watched from afar as the two sisters faced each other in a tense standoff. An invisible, oppressive aura radiated from Koneko as she glared coldly at her older sister.
"Is she her sister?" Yusuke asked.
Long ago, Akeno and Rias had told him about Koneko's past, and later Koneko herself had personally shared what happened to her when she was young. He knew she had an older sister. However, he had never fully believed the excuse that she had simply gotten drunk on her power and lost control.
Yusuke focused all his senses on Kuroka with caution. He was not worried that she would hurt Koneko. Rather, he was carefully trying to determine whether she was another yandere.
Since the milf yandere saga in the Underworld, Yusuke had been strictly following one principle. All women are yanderes until proven otherwise.
"Indeed," Vali answered with a light nod as he crossed his arms. "She is also my teammate."
'Why are we having such a friendly chat, by the way?' Yusuke suddenly wondered. The last time they met, this guy had been trying to protect that war-obsessed old cunt, Kokabiel.
"You've grown stronger," Vali suddenly spoke.
The way he stared at Yusuke made the latter wonder if this guy was swinging the wrong way.
"Let us have a fight. Last time, I could not fight you properly."
"Nah, I'll pass," Yusuke shook his head dismissively. "You are not my opponent. Perhaps you could have stood a chance against me when I was weak, but now I am just too strong for you."
[How cocky!] B2 snickered at him.
'I am just stating the truth, Yusuke shrugged casually.
When they fought last time, Yusuke had already felt that the two of them were roughly on the same level, or perhaps that he was slightly stronger. But now, his strength had risen so explosively that the version of him from back then would not be able to withstand even a single blow from the current him.
"...I am being underestimated?" It seemed Yusuke's reply had genuinely shocked Vali. He blinked a few times, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Interesting. You are really interesting!"
"Now I want to fight you even more!"
His instinct was telling him that the person before him had grown far stronger than the last time they fought. Even if they clashed right now, Vali knew he would be completely defeated.
But he was not afraid. On the contrary, he felt excited. He loved fighting stronger opponents. Perhaps this person would finally force him to use Juggernaut Drive.
"Senpai!"
Koneko came running back to him. The moment she spotted Vali, she quickly stepped in front of Yusuke like a mother hen protecting her chick and glared at him fiercely.
"What are you doing here?!"
"..." Vali did not bother answering her. He gave her only a single indifferent glance before looking away and walking a few meters away from them.
"He came with me," Kuroka peeked from behind Koneko and stared at Yusuke with a playful, teasing smile. "Hello there, boyfriend, nya~!"
"Did Shirone cause you trouble, nya?" She bent down on her knees to match his height and asked curiously, "How did the two of you become together, nya? You look so cute, nya!"
She started bombarding him with questions while reaching out to pick him up. However, her hands were instantly slapped away by an angry Koneko.
"Onee-san, you are not allowed to touch him!"
Koneko glared at her older sister with cold, hostile eyes. However, the black cat didn't seem bothered by her little sister's hostility at all. She simply smiled and gently patted Koneko's head.
"Alright, alright. Onee-san will leave for now."
"Stay safe, both of you. I'll come play often, nya~!"
Kuroka winked at them playfully and took a step back. In the next instant, her figure blurred. She appeared right behind Yusuke, bent down, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.
Before Koneko could explode in anger, Kuroka's figure faded away along with her teasing laughter.
"Shirone, Yu-chan, see ya later, nya~!"
"Hmph! She is still the same as always. So annoying!" Koneko looked around vigilantly and noticed that Vali had also disappeared at some point.
"How was your talk with her?" Yusuke asked. He was not particularly bothered by the kiss from the older woman. She did not seem to mean any harm. The only disappointing thing was that he still had not confirmed whether she was a yandere or not.
Koneko fell silent. She bent down, intending to pick Yusuke up, but he quickly swatted her hand away and glared at her.
He was clearly a year older than her. Why was she suddenly treating him like a child just because his body had shrunk?
"Hmm, she didn't want to explain what happened that time," Koneko said softly.
She knelt on the ground and rested her head gently on Yusuke's shoulder, whispering, "I clearly understand that what she did back then wasn't because she lost control or got drunk on her power. But still... still... why would she do that?"
"Do you still hate her?" Yusuke asked gently as he patted her head.
He could sense that Koneko actually respected her older sister deep down.
However, there was still a significant hurdle in her heart that prevented her from fully forgiving Kuroka. After all, the trauma she had suffered at such a young age had left an extremely deep mark on her soul.
"I don't know," Koneko shook her head slowly.
Ever since she began training in Senjutsu, she had started doubting the story she had been told about what happened back then. She had wanted to meet her sister and confront her directly. But now that she had finally seen her again and learned that Kuroka had actually been watching over her all this time, her feelings had become incredibly complicated.
Why had her older sister abandoned her back then?
"You'll find out in the future. Take it slow," Yusuke said gently as he continued rubbing her soft, white hair.
"Hmm, nya~!" Koneko hummed softly in contentment. Her cat ears and tail appeared as she relaxed against him. Then she suddenly asked, "Do you want to go to where you did it with Isabela-san? I want to try it too."
Her words instantly shattered the gentle atmosphere.
"...Not today," Yusuke replied, completely speechless. His hand stopped moving. He pushed her head away lightly and started walking. "Let's go back."
....
"Serafall?"
The lowest underground floor had undergone significant changes over the last few days. It had been connected to the underground floors of the surrounding houses that had been purchased by the rich yanderes. Katerea Leviathan was imprisoned in one of these rooms.
Right now, she was kneeling obediently on the ground with her hands resting neatly on her knees. A thick collar was locked around her neck, connected to a heavy chain fixed to the wall. Gone was her defiant and arrogant attitude. At this moment, she looked exactly like an obedient, docile pet.
When the elevator doors opened, and the group of scary yanderes who had been 'educating' her walked out along with Serafall, Katerea could not help but exclaim in shock. Her eyes widened to their absolute limit.
The yandere girls ignored her and threw the incapacitated Serafall roughly onto the floor.
"What are you doing?! So-tan, why are you looking at me like that?!"
The female Maou stood up and glared at the women surrounding her. She tried to use her magic, but quickly realized it had been completely suppressed.
When the yanderes had ganged up on her earlier, Grayfia had seized the
opportunity to place a magic-suppressing collar around her neck, sealing away her powers and catching Serafall completely off guard.
The revered and respected Maou had ended up like Luffy, stupidly getting handcuffed by seastone cuffs.
"Onee-sama, I warned you many times to never try harming Yusuke." Sona crossed her arms and glared at her older sister with eyes full of contempt and fury. She warned Serafall repeatedly in the past, especially when her sister openly declared that she wanted to turn Yusuke into a woman.
"Why are you looking at me like that?! I did it for our sake! If Yu-tan became a woman, we could have become happy lovers now!" Serafall snapped back. She lifted her head high and spoke in a confident, self-righteous tone. "These women are all tricking you and Yu-tan, forcing you into this filthy, messy relationship. Only yuri love is true love!"
As she spoke, her expression twisted with frustration. "That bastard Ajuka, damn it! He should have at least put a label on the pens! Damn it! I wasted my chance!"
When she remembered that she had actually picked the wrong device, she gritted her teeth in pure anger.
"...Crazy bitch!" Murayama glared at Serafall with burning hatred. The sound of her heavy, ragged breathing and the grinding of her teeth was clearly audible in the room. She looked like a young master from a powerful clan watching a jade beauty shamelessly flirting with her crippled fiancé right in front of him.
"Ajuka is the one who created this vile device?"
Venelana narrowed her eyes dangerously. She glanced at Grayfia for a moment before shifting her gaze back to Serafall. A cold, ruthless thought crossed her mind.
'Should I find a way to get rid of him?'
It was always Ajuka's inventions that caused problems for Yusuke. First, there was Grayfia's collar that had sealed his power, and now this stupid device that had turned him into a shota.
"Speak. Is there a way to reverse its effect?" Grayfia asked coldly.
"..." Serafall was about to ignore her, but when she met her little sister's silent, icy gaze, she swallowed nervously and answered, "I don't know. Ajuka said the effect will wear off on its own. It may take anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of weeks, depending on the target."
"Good," Grayfia sighed in relief. Although Yusuke looked super cute in his current form, she would much rather have the mature version of him.
"Asia, Xenovia, Irina, I'll leave her to you. Please take good care of her." Sona gave her sister one last glance before turning around. She spoke to the church trio with a solemn tone and walked toward the elevator.
She always respected and loved her older sister, but what Serafall had done this time had clearly crossed the line. She needed to be properly disciplined. Otherwise, who knew what even more outrageous stunt she might pull in the future?
"Leave it to us," Irina answered with a gentle smile. However, for some reason, her gaze sent a chill down Serafall's spine.
"I'll stay to help you this time," Murayama suddenly spoke. She had disliked Serafall for quite a while now. The woman kept jumping around like an annoying grasshopper, constantly getting on her nerves. What she had done this time had finally snapped Murayama's last bit of patience, and her sword had been thirsting for blood.
"Let's work together then," Irina responded enthusiastically. She clasped her hands together and prayed with sincere devotion. "Let us show this sinner the wonder of our Lord and Savior."
"Amen!"
No one paid any attention to the naked Katerea, who was huddled in the corner of the room watching the scene with her head lowered.
She always hated Serafall for taking everything from her, but right now, as she watched what was about to unfold, she could not help but feel pity for the female Maou.
...
As the group of yanderes returned to the first floor, the doorbell suddenly rang.
When Venelana opened the door, two people greeted her with warm smiles.
"Mother, how have you been?"
"Grandma!"
They were Sirzechs and Millicas.
-x-X-x-
"You don't have to use such crude methods to break them."
"Is that so?"
"Indeed! Listen to us, we are experts in this!"
"The best way is to shatter their spirit first, then their bodies!"
In the underground basement, Serafall looked up at the four women standing before her. Their shadows loomed over her. Her expression slowly grew paler and paler. It seemed she had finally started to realize just how fucked she was.
"Skinning her alive and healing her is something only amateurs would do. Besides, it will dirty your clothes," Asia spoke with a soft, gentle smile. She touched her chin and continued, "Let us begin with something softer. We will feed her laxatives and make her defecate, record it, and show the video to Yusuke. Then we will show her the recording of Yusuke watching it."
"Showing such a disgusting and shameful side of herself to Yusuke is something she would rather die than do."
Asia clapped her hands together and looked at Serafall while maintaining her pure and holy smile, "Right, Serafall-sama?"
"You! What are you talking about?! How could you even suggest doing something this evil?!"
Serafall recoiled in horror until her back hit the wall behind her. The way she looked at Asia had completely changed. She knew there were many fucked up women around her Yu-tan, Grayfia, and Venelana included, but she never imagined that the most twisted one of all would turn out to be this weak and gentle-looking blond nun.
"See, she is already shaking just from the idea," Asia looked back at Murayama and spoke as if she was proud of her achievement.
"You... you guys are... amazing!" Murayama swallowed hard before she could speak. Only now did she realize that she had severely underestimated the church trio.
"Don't praise us like this. We were only fortunate to have someone to practice on," Irina scratched the back of her head and laughed, feeling embarrassed by Murayama's praise. She pointed at Katerea and said, "It is all thanks to sinner slave Katerea, right, sinner slave?!"
"Yes! Irina-sama!" Katerea answered instinctively before her mind could even catch up. She immediately prostrated herself on the floor and shouted with great fervor, "It is my honor to contribute to my Lord and Savior, Yusuke-sama!"
"See?" Irina laughed loudly, clearly pleased. She waved her hand and beckoned her over. "Come here."
Katerea crawled forward on all fours, keeping her head lowered like an obedient dog. She moved until she reached Irina and Xenovia, then lowered her head further and respectfully kissed their feet.
Irina casually placed her foot on Katerea's head and pressed her face down against the floor.
"She used to be very unruly in the past," Irina said with a smile. "But thanks to our combined hard work, she has finally learned the truth and the goodness of Yusuke-sama."
"Yes!" Katerea answered with her face still pressed hard against the floor. She made no attempt to struggle at all, "I finally can see the glorious light of Yusuke-sama!"
"Hmm, soon... Serafall-sama will be the same," Asia spoke calmly.
For a short moment, her gentle eyes turned completely vacant and indifferent.
The way she looked at Serafall was cold, as if she were staring at a corpse or a disgusting object. Then, just as quickly, her expression returned to its usual soft and kind appearance.
"WTF?! No! I don't want to! You can't do this to me!"
Even though she had survived a hellish civil war, fought countless battles, and massacred numerous armies, Serafall had never felt such pure dread before.
How the hell did Yusuke survive living with all these crazy bitches around him?
"Yu-tan! So-tan! Save me!"
"You tried to harm Yu! You failed to understand your place," Xenovia said coldly as she looked down at Serafall with a blank expression, her arms crossed over her chest.
"We all belong to Yu, not the other way around."
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
"To even entertain the audacious idea that you could monopolize Yu... is unforgivable!"
The Church trio, along with Murayama, began their "educational program" to turn Serafall into an obedient slave for Yusuke.
Of course, they would not treat her as harshly as they had treated Katerea. After all, she was Sona's older sister, so they planned to be somewhat gentler with her.
However, Asia did not share the same sentiment as the other women.
...
"Sirzechs?"
When Yusuke and Koneko returned, Yusuke was surprised to find Sirzechs in his house.
"Who are you?" Sirzechs stood up and gazed at the boy, addressing him in confusion. For some reason, he gave him a familiar feeling. His brows furrowed as he asked in an uncertain tone, "Could it be... are you Yusuke?!"
"Indeed," Yusuke answered with a plain expression. He really had no motivation to explain his situation.
When he looked around, he saw Grayfia sitting next to her son, with her feeding him.
"Uncle Yusuke?" Millicas stood up and ran to Yusuke. He raised his hand and made a comparison between their heights, then asked in a curious and incredulous tone, "Is that really you? How did you become so small?"
Yusuke didn't answer at first. He glanced at Millicas, then at Sirzechs, who was watching him with a blank expression, and then at Grayfia, who was smiling gently at him. He quickly connected the dots, but he still didn't completely understand the situation.
"We were playing with some strange devices, and I became like this by accident."
Originally, he thought that Millicas would hate him for stealing his mother from his father, but apparently, it seemed that Sirzechs hadn't told his son the truth, or maybe he explained it in a way that made Yusuke and Grayfia not look like the bad guys.
Yusuke shook his head inwardly.
Even though Sirzechs was clearly the strongest Devil in history, he was far more gentle than anyone Yusuke had ever seen. If it were Yusuke in his place, he would have already killed everyone involved in a fit of anger.
"Tomorrow, the three factions will gather in Kuoh Academy to discuss a peace treaty. You and Rias are invited to participate," Sirzechs said before he started walking to the door. When he reached it, he addressed his son, "Millicas, you can stay with your mom for a few days. When you have played enough, I'll come to pick you up."
"Yes, father!" Millicas nodded before running back to his mother's side, pulling Yusuke with him. "Uncle Yusuke, how does it feel to be turned into a child?"
"It's inconvenient," Yusuke watched the door close before answering his question.
He had complicated feelings toward both Sirzechs and Millicas. Part of it was guilt, but no matter how guilty he felt right now, he would never give up on Grayfia.
As for the treaty Sirzechs mentioned, Yusuke already knew about it from Azazel. It seemed that even if he didn't want to, his current status and strength made it so he had to participate in the treaty.
I should look at it from the bright side, it is not actually that bad. Instead of waiting for others to work toward peace, it would put him much more at ease if he were personally involved in the process. At least he would have a hand in matters that involved his own destiny.
After dealing with so many dangerous situations and yanderes in such a short time, Yusuke's nature had, without him realizing it, become more aggressive and logical.
...
On the playground, although the number of children was small, there were still a few of them playing around while their parents watched over them.
Pop! Pop!
Yusuke held a tennis racket nearly the same size as himself and tossed the ball toward the red haired boy, who was also holding a racket.
"Take this!" Millicas struck the ball with all his strength, sending it flying like a rocket. Yusuke reacted in time and hit it back toward him.
The sight of two small boys playing tennis with rackets almost as tall as them was so comical and entertaining that all the parents nearby turned to watch, laughing at the scene.
Some of the mothers took out their phones to take photos of the two boys playing, but when they checked the pictures, they found nothing but blank white images.
"Grayfia-san, your two sons are really talented. You raised them really well," one of the women standing next to Grayfia spoke with a very envious tone.
Both boys were so smart, sensible, and talented. If only her stupid son had a tenth of their talent, she wouldn't have to worry about him all the time.
"...Indeed, I am blessed to have them," Grayfia watched Millicas and Yusuke playing. By now, they had stopped playing tennis and were running around, racing each other. Her gaze grew absent minded. 'How great it would be if things were always like this?'
...
The next day, at night, Rias and Sona gathered their peerages in the Occult Research Club, along with Yusuke, the church trio, Ravel, Eleonora, and others.
Grayfia and Venelana went around Kuoh Town to check for any dangerous individuals lurking nearby. After all, it didn't take a genius to guess that terrorists would try to ruin the peace talks.
"You are not joking, right? Are you really a man?"
Sitting on the main chair behind the desk, Yusuke watched the girl, no, the man with platinum blond hair and pinkish violet eyes, dressed in Kuoh Academy girls' school uniform. No matter how he looked at him, Yusuke couldn't connect this effeminate, cute looking person to the word "man."
At the same time, the more he glanced at him, the more uncomfortable he felt. It wasn't that he hated this person, but whenever he saw a crossdresser like him who could perfectly conceal his true gender.
"I... I am! Waah! Scary! You are so scary! I want to go back! Buchou! Please let me go back, I don't want to meet anyone!"
Huddling in the corner facing the wall, his face buried between his knees, Gasper Vladi cried in fear, tears streaming down his face.
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Yesterday, Sirzechs had told Rias that she could finally release Gasper. She was now strong enough to handle him even if he lost control of his power.
"Indeed, he is really a male," Rias said softly.
She leaned over the back of the chair Yusuke was sitting on and gently caressed his head. While stroking his hair, she began to explain Gasper's past to him in a calm voice.
Apparently, he was a Dhampir. A half vampire and half human. He possessed the Sacred Gear called Forbidden Balor View. Because of his uncontrollable Sacred Gear and the prejudice people had toward half breeds, Gasper grew up in isolation and suffered constant abuse.
He met Rias when he tried to escape from his family's castle, but ended up being killed by vampire hunters. He was lucky, however, because Rias happened to be in the area. Taking pity on him, she reincarnated him as one of her servants using her Bishop Mutation Piece.
Sirzechs believed that letting Gasper move around freely would be dangerous for both him and others. So he had Rias keep Gasper locked inside a sealed room on the first floor of the Occult Research Club.
Even so, Gasper was given the option to leave the room at night if he wished. However, the traumatized trap Dhampir was not willing to do so. Due to the terrible experiences from his past, he had developed severe agoraphobia.
In the end, he chose to remain sealed inside the room permanently.
"I didn't know you had another peerage member. I thought only Akeno and Koneko were in your peerage," Yusuke said, tilting his head slightly. He was actually feeling quite comfortable being patted like this, but he would never admit it. It was too embarrassing!
"By the way,"
He decided to ignore the trap for now and turned toward the other strange person in the room. He pointed at the tan-skinned beauty wearing the maid costume and asked, "What is her deal?"
"She is sla... I mean, Katerea Leviathan, the descendant of the original Maou Leviathan," Irina said, almost slipping up. She quickly corrected herself with a bright smile. "She did some very bad things in the past, but now she has recognized her wrongdoings and repented."
"You don't need to mind her. She'll be working around the house as a maid from now on."
"Quickly greet Darling!" Irina turned to Katerea and urged her in an impatient tone.
"It is an honor to... to be blessed by your presence, Yusuke-sama!"
Katerea bowed deeply at a perfect 90-degree angle and spoke with a clearly trembling voice. Yusuke could not tell whether she was shaking from fear or from excitement.
"...Alright."
Yusuke narrowed his eyes and glanced at both of them. He was almost certain Irina had been about to say something else, but quickly corrected herself. For now, he decided to let it slide.
He observed Katerea for a few moments before looking away. She did not seem like a yandere, but it never hurt to assume that every woman was a yandere until proven otherwise.
Akeno walked inside and handed Yusuke his cup of tea, then stood gracefully beside him.
The peace talk was scheduled for tonight, but everyone had already gathered earlier. The Devils' side was fully present. Yusuke knew that the Fallen Angels had been in Kuoh Town for a while now. He had even met Azazel, their Governor General.
The only ones still missing were the Angels.
He was rather curious about how Angels looked. Would light follow them everywhere they went?
Would they really have pure white wings and glowing halos floating above their heads?
"Have you thought about it, Asia-san, Xenovia-san, Irina-san?"
Rias looked at the church trio and asked. She had previously proposed taking the three of them into her peerage.
Speaking of which, Rias's situation was becoming quite awkward. She had lost Kiba, or rather, she had given up on him. Now her peerage was even smaller than before. On the other hand, Sona's peerage had grown even further and become much stronger with the addition of Aika and Murayama.
At this rate, she will struggle to participate in the rating games.
"Your proposal is good, but this is a huge matter. Once I become a Devil, I won't be able to return to being a human again," Xenovia spoke in a rather serious tone, which was quite unlike her usual self.
Between becoming an Angel, a Devil, or a Fallen Angel, Xenovia would much rather become the latter.
Fallen Angels had the fewest weaknesses and restrictions. Devils were weak to Holy Light, while Angels were forbidden from committing any sins. On the other hand, Fallen Angels enjoyed nearly the same perks as Angels with almost no restrictions whatsoever. They could even use Holy Light, which was deadly to Devils.
Unfortunately, becoming a Fallen Angel was not an option. Currently, the only race that possessed the technology to reincarnate others was the Devil race.
Still, Xenovia was very tempted by the perks of becoming a Devil. She would gain Demonic Energy, which was far easier to control and use than normal magic. More importantly, she would receive a greatly extended lifespan, allowing her to stay together with her beloved man for a very long time.
Unlike ordinary humans, Yusuke had already told them that his own lifespan was much longer than normal.
'As expected of Yu, he is truly a God!'
Xenovia stared at Yusuke with an infatuated expression, her eyes sparkling with adoration. She quickly composed herself and asked him, "What do you think I should do, Yu?"
"I don't know. Ask Aika and Murayama. Those two have more experience than me in this area," Yusuke shrugged and pointed at the two girls who were bickering on the side.
"Stupid masochist! Since when did you start having standards?!"
"Fuck you! Only Yusuke is allowed to do that to me! I have way higher standards than a piss sprinkler like you, you disgusting blood-obsessed freak!"
It seemed that after being 'enlightened' by the church trio, Murayama was no longer satisfied with just 'educating' Serafall. She had shamelessly asked Aika if she could volunteer to become her test subject. After all, Aika was a massive masochist while Murayama was awakening her sadistic side. It should have been the perfect combination, right?
But Aika had spat at her in disgust and outright refused, even cursing her for daring to suggest such a ridiculous idea.
"I'll ask them later," Xenovia blinked and looked away.
"Yeah, let's put this matter aside for now," Rias said as she rubbed her brows, deciding to shelve the topic for the time being.
She was quite optimistic about Xenovia. Her attitude suggested she was not completely against becoming a Devil. If Xenovia chose to reincarnate, Irina, who was always with her, might very well follow the same decision.
The only one who would be truly hard to convince was Asia. She was surprisingly stubborn for someone with such a meek and gentle appearance.
Though by now the majority of the women know what kind of sinister and manipulative person is hiding behind that meek facade.
...
Late at night, a large and powerful barrier enveloped the entire school, completely sealing it off and preventing anyone from entering.
Outside the barrier, troops from the Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils had surrounded the school. The heavy atmosphere made it seem as if the situation was critical and dangerous.
Originally, the peace talk was supposed to be held more than a week ago.
However, because of a certain yandere magnet, one of the main figures involved had spent days frantically searching for his beloved wife, who had run off with another man. Because of that, the meeting was pushed back until today.
"So these are angels. They really do look like... angels," Yusuke muttered as he stared out the window.
He watched the troops standing in neat, disciplined formations while guarding the barrier. Even though the three races were all protecting the same barrier, they were not gathered together. Each race was stationed separately in their own area.
Yusuke found it completely normal. It would actually be strange if former enemies who had waged war against each other for so long could suddenly work together so seamlessly in this kind of situation.
'The best way to make them forget their previous hatred and work together is to have a common enemy. In a sense, the Khaos Brigade is doing the three factions a favor, Yusuke suddenly thought.
Maybe the leaders of the three factions also held the same view. Or perhaps it was just his own manipulative mind working overtime.
Grayfia opened the door and allowed Yusuke, Rias, Sona, and their peerages to enter. The other women remained waiting in the Occult Research Club.
Inside was a gorgeous and extravagant long table. Seated around it were various high-ranking figures from the three factions.
There was Sirzechs, who gave Yusuke a complicated look the moment he saw Grayfia walking so closely by his side. Next to him sat Serafall. Yusuke had no idea how the hell she had escaped, but what he did know was that her submission value had risen.
[Serafall Leviathan's submission: 60 (Possessive)]
Previously, it was 41, so it had increased by 19 points.
Serafall gave him a mischievous and teasing wink.
Opposite to the Devils sat a handsome man with long blond hair and green eyes.
Twelve magnificent wings extended from his back, shining with a brilliant golden color. Unlike the angels Yusuke had seen outside, whose wings were pure white, this man's wings had a majestic, radiant golden hue.
Standing next to him was an amazingly beautiful woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. She had beautiful blonde hair, mostly concealed beneath a nun's attire, and blue eyes.
Her figure was so thick and sexy that it could not be hidden even beneath the modest nun uniform. Her breasts were large and round, standing upright and defying gravity. Her thick, plump ass was tightly hugged by the fabric of her clothes, accentuating her alluring curves.
When Yusuke entered the room, the beautiful blonde woman stared at him for a moment before giving him a gentle, warm, and motherly smile.
Finally, on the Fallen Angels' side sat Azazel with all twelve of his wings unfurled, along with the silver-haired battle maniac Yusuke had met the day before, Vali.
"Yusuke? What happened to you?! Hahahaha! Hahahahahahaha! Shit!"
Azazel suddenly stood up and pointed at Yusuke with wide eyes. He clutched his stomach and burst into loud laughter. He sat back down, but he kept laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.
"This shit is hilarious! Ahahahahaha!"
"My stomach! I can't take it! I can't take it! Hahahahaha!"
Thud!
He laughed so hard that he fell backward along with his chair.
-x-X-x-
"Sorry, everyone. Pufft! Cough! Cough! Sorry," Azazel stood up, fixed his chair, and sat back down while casually apologizing to everyone. However, the moment his eyes met Yusuke, he could not help but start laughing again. He quickly suppressed the urge, waved his hand apologetically, and said, "Phew! That was some good laughter."
"Yusuke, it has been less than two days since we last met. How did you end up like this?"
As he spoke, Azazel glanced behind him with the corner of his eye and saw Vali glaring at him. Seeing the small shota version of Yusuke reminded him of the good old days when he used to prank Vali. One time, he had turned him into a shota just for fun.
"Azazel, you are being annoying. If you keep polluting my ears with your nasty voice, I will pull your tongue out of your mouth," Yusuke said while scratching the back of his head in annoyance.
Grayfia pulled the seat out for him. He sat down and glared at Azazel.
Rias and Akeno stood behind him, along with Grayfia, Kalawarna, Sona, Murayama, and Aika. The rest of the peerage members stayed behind in the Occult Research Club with Eleonora, Xenovia, and the others.
Hearing that the first words this boy uttered were a direct threat to the leader of the Fallen Angels, those who did not know him became serious. Especially the angels' side. Michael looked rather concerned, worried that such words might spoil the entire peace talk.
He did have some information about Yusuke, but it wasn't very detailed.
However, to his surprise, he noticed that neither Sirzechs, Serafall, nor even the person being threatened showed any particular reaction at all.
"Hay, Vali. He threatened me. Shouldn't you say something as my guard?"
Azazel turned to Vali, who was standing behind him, and pointed at Yusuke. He spoke as if he were complaining to his babysitter.
"You brought it upon yourself. Deal with it," Vali snorted coldly and looked away.
Now that he saw Yusuke in his current shota form for the second time, he was once again reminded of his own dark past. He glared even harder at Azazel.
Knock! Knock!
"Excuse us."
The sound of knocking on the door interrupted the meeting.
The door opened, and three men entered the room, a brown-haired boy and two blond men.
They were Issei, Kiba, and Riser.
Issei became clearly intimidated the moment he stepped into the room. Seeing so many high-ranking figures gathered in one place made him swallow audibly. He looked nervous as he trailed behind Riser and instinctively reached out to hold Kiba's hand.
"Sirzechs-sama, everyone," Riser greeted with a small, respectful bow. He then quickly positioned himself behind Sirzechs, along with the other two.
"Oho, isn't this the current generation Red Dragon Emperor?"
Azazel suddenly seemed to lose all interest in teasing Yusuke and Vali. His attention shifted completely to Issei as he looked at him with gleaming, curious eyes. Truthfully, he had wanted to make contact with him before the peace talk, but unfortunately, he had learned that Issei was in the Underworld at the time.
"Y-yes!" Issei instinctively replied nervously. Without the big-breasted maid around to guide him, Issei found it hard to deal with this kind of situation.
After everything he had gone through in the Underworld, Issei had instinctively developed a strong sense of dependence on her. She had guided him on how to take his revenge, trained Kiba, Riser, and Saji, and helped make them part of his harem. He had even become so emotional that he managed to achieve Balance Breaker when he finally took his revenge on Riser.
Though he could only maintain it for an extremely short time due to his weak body.
When he looked around carefully, Issei noticed the small Yusuke sitting on a chair much larger than himself. He felt that this person looked somewhat familiar and wondered why a kid would be present in such an important meeting.
On the other hand, there was another person paying extremely close attention to him.
Her beautiful blue eyes were fixed on Yusuke so intensely that she forgot to breathe. Her heart, which had only ever belonged to God until now, seemed to be invaded by another existence. Another person was slowly squeezing their way into it. She had never experienced this kind of feeling in her entire life and never knew she was capable of feeling something like this.
It felt as if a brand new world was opening up before her. Waves of happiness, longing, and even love began bubbling up inside her mind. She felt herself irresistibly drawn toward this person, like a powerful gravitational force pulling her in. Her vision was filled with nothing but his face. Even from this distance, she could somehow smell his scent, and it was intoxicating her.
'Yusuke? Yusuke... Yusuke! Yusuke!! Yusuke!!!'
In her mind, his name repeated endlessly in an endless loop. With every repetition, her obsession with him grew deeper and stronger.
However, as one of the top 5 female Exorcists in the church, she possessed strong self-restraint and willpower. Even though she suddenly found herself overwhelmed with the urge to get to know this person, to hug him tightly and do all kinds of intimate, touchy things with him, she kept everything sealed deep inside her heart and maintained a calm, composed expression on her face.
'She stared at me, didn't she?'
How could Yusuke not sense her intense gaze?
'Is she a yandere?'
'Hmm? Why is Yu-tan looking at me like that? This is bad. If he keeps staring at me like this, he'll make my heart flutter! Kyaah!' When Serafall noticed the way Yusuke was gazing at her with such intense and heated eyes, her heart skipped a beat. Her thighs clenched tightly together under the table.
"Cough!"
Sirzechs coughed lightly to clear his throat and spoke, "Since everyone is here, shall we begin?"
"I will state the preconditions for this meeting. The people present here acknowledge the most important event and forbidden subject."
"The death of God."
Just like that, the conference officially began. The atmosphere in the room grew significantly more solemn.
Azazel, who had been fooling around earlier, now wore a serious expression as he discussed the matters with the others.
When the topic of Kokabiel was brought up, he immediately apologized without attempting to make any excuses. He offered to compensate those who had been affected by what that brain-dead fallen angel had done.
One thing that everyone in the room tried to ignore was Grayfia, who was clearly standing behind Yusuke and acting as if her husband did not exist. Azazel knew the full story behind this situation, so he wisely chose not to comment on it.
He also knew that if he tried to poke fun at Sirzechs, he would end up getting screwed by not only Sirzechs himself, but also Yusuke and Grayfia.
On the other hand, Michael was curious, but he was not the type to ask about other people's private matters. He believed he would eventually find out anyway.
The conversation went much more smoothly than anyone present had expected.
It clearly showed the sincerity and willingness of the three parties to truly let go of their dark and bloody past and work toward a new, brighter future together.
There were moments when the atmosphere in the room would suddenly freeze whenever Azazel spoke. Yusuke suspected that the Governor of the Fallen Angels was doing it on purpose and secretly enjoying the tense reactions he provoked.
This time, Sirzechs looked at Azazel and asked, "I want to ask you one thing. Why have you been gathering owners of Sacred Gears for the past several decades? At first, I thought you were collecting powerful humans to increase your battle potential. I even anticipated that you would eventually start a war against Heaven or us."
Michael shared the same doubts as Sirzechs. "Even after such a long time, the war we had been expecting never came. When I heard that you had obtained the Vanishing Dragon, I was once again filled with strong wariness."
Hearing the two's opinion, Azazel spread both his hands, smiled bitterly shaking his head.
"It's all for the sake of Sacred Gear research. If you are really that wary, should I send you a portion of the research materials as well? Even if I conduct research, I have no intention of waging war against any of you. I have no interest in war at this point in my life. I am perfectly satisfied with the world as it is right now."
"Damn, is my trust in the three factions the lowest?"
"That's true."
"That's right."
"That's exactly it☆"
"You have the face of a fishy guy."
Yusuke, Sirzechs, Michael, and Serafall spoke at the same time, voicing their opinion in unison.
Upon hearing that, Azazel uninterestedly picked at his ear and clicked his tongue.
"Tsk! I thought you guys were better than God or the last generation's Lucifer, but you all are troublesome in your own ways too."
"Let's talk about the important thing we came here for. Let's make peace. Wasn't that the original intention? For Angels and Devils as well?"
Michael, who was surprised by Azazel's proposal, smiled gently and said, "Yes, I also planned to propose peace to both the Devil side and the Grigori. If the three factions continue their hostile relationship as before, it will only bring harm to the current world. As the leader of the angels, I say this because the original cause of the war, God and the Maou, have already been annihilated."
Sirzechs also voiced the same opinion. He had been the one advocating for peace the most among the Devils.
"We are the same. Even if the Maous are no longer here, the Devils have continued to move forward in order to ensure the survival of our species. We do not want war either. If we start another war, the Devil race will face the danger of extinction."
"Hey, Yusuke, shouldn't you also say something at this point?" Azazel suddenly spoke.
"What do you want me to say? That war is bad, and if you guys like it so much, you should just duke it out among each other and leave everyone else alone?"
Yusuke shrugged casually. "I don't like conflict, and it seems you guys feel the same. I'll give you my blessing, and I will try to help you maintain this peace as well."
"After all, if there is no peace, my life will also be affected."
Hearing Yusuke's answer, Azazel smiled and turned to Vali.
"Vali, what do you want to do with the world?"
Upon Azazel's question, the Hakuryuukou, Vali, smiled faintly, "If I can fight strong guys, then it's fine."
"Then, Sekiryuutei, what about you?" Azazel asked, turning his gaze toward the nervous Issei.
"...Me?!"
Issei pointed at himself with wide eyes. Seeing the three leaders nodding at him and the silver-haired man staring expectantly, he scratched his cheek, feeling both embarrassed and a little scared.
"I... I... want peace!"
"If there's a fight, then there's no sex. If there's peace, then I can have sex all the time."
"Without peace, I won't be able to make my dream come true and become the Harem King!"
Everyone, ".."
"Hahahaha! This generation's Sekiryuutei is really interesting!" Azazel was stunned before he burst into loud, hearty laughter.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the entire school building began to shake violently. Yellow and red flashes of light rained down from outside as the powerful barrier surrounding the building came under heavy attack.
Groups of mage-like figures dressed in black robes were relentlessly firing magic bullets toward the barrier.
Azazel stopped laughing. He stood up and walked over to the window, looking outside with a calm expression. "We're under fire. In any era, when one power tries to form peace with others, there will always be those who dislike it, feel threatened by it, and try to disrupt it."
-x-X-x-
Explosions continued to ring out against the barrier surrounding the school. Azazel, Sirzechs, and the others watched the scene from the windows with solemn expressions.
BOOMM!!
Suddenly, a much larger explosion erupted from a different direction. Rias rushed to the window and stared at the blast with a cold look. Dark red aura of Destruction radiated from her body as she spoke, "That's the Occult Research Club!"
"These bastards! How dare they?!"
Rias clenched her fists tightly and glared at the rising smoke in the distance. She wasn't particularly worried about the others getting hurt. After all, everyone present was very strong, and Venelana was there with them. However, that did nothing to diminish the burning anger in her heart.
The Occult Research Club was the place where she had spent most of her time since coming to Japan. It was also the place where she had hung out with Yusuke at school. These disgusting terrorists actually dared to ruin it!
This was unforgivable. It was a blasphemy not only to her but, more importantly, to Yusuke!
All these disgusting, brainless terrorists deserved to die!
The black-robed mages were locked in combat against the combined armies of the Fallen Angels, Angels, and Devils outside the school building. However, they were steadily being pushed back. More and more mages continued to appear through magic circles. As soon as they materialized, they launched volleys of magic bullets and elemental spells at their enemies.
"Ho, it seems these people came prepared this time," Azazel exclaimed, clearly finding the chaotic scene interesting. He then thrust his hand forward.
In an instant, countless spears of light materialized in the sky outside the barrier.
The spears of lights rained down all at once at the same time as Azazel lowered his hand, and they showered down upon the magicians.
The terrorists panicked and hastily erected protective barriers, but the spears of light pierced through them without any resistance. In an instant, the magicians were completely eradicated.
The countless magicians' stiff corpses were now scattered across the school grounds. The once peaceful area had suddenly turned into a gruesome, bloody scene.
"This school is enveloped in a barrier. Yet despite that, they managed to appear inside it. There must be a transfer magic circle or someone inside who is connecting a gate to the premises," Azazel said as he lowered his hand. "They have specifically targeted that old school building. It seems that is their true objective."
"Hmm, let me guess... It must be Gremory Princess's Bishop, the Dhampir with the Forbidden Balor View," Azazel held his chin and spoke with a thoughtful expression. "Not a bad plot. They must have prepared some way to use it against us and freeze us in time. They are probably intending to annihilate us along with the school building the instant our time is stopped."
Preceding Azazel's gaze, magic circles began appearing at various places across the school grounds. They shone with an ominous light. From within these circles emerged figures identical to the magicians Azazel had just eradicated. More and more of them continued to appear without end, as if their numbers were truly infinite.
"However, it seems they underestimated their target and have failed. How interesting," Azazel said with a curious look on his face.
He was genuinely intrigued about who exactly was inside the old school building that managed to block such a vast number of mages.
"Grayfia, take everyone and go check on them," Yusuke suddenly stood up from his seat. He floated into the air in front of the window, watching the destruction outside, and spoke to Grayfia and the other women.
"We will handle the matter here."
"Alright," Grayfia gave him a curt nod without any objection. She immediately activated her magic power, which easily pierced through the multiple barriers around the room, and teleported everyone out.
The entire time, Sirzechs remained silent as he watched the interaction between Yusuke and Grayfia. He took a deep breath and inwardly shook his head.
'I need to move on.'
But was it really that easy to move on from a relationship?
"If what you said is true, then the masterminds will soon be forced to appear after their plan has failed," Yusuke said, giving Azazel a meaningful look.
"More importantly, who are these people?" Michael asked with deep concern in his voice.
"The Khaos Brigade," Azazel answered simply.
"Khaos Brigade?" Michael repeated, clearly, he had never heard the name before.
"I only confirmed the organisation's name and background recently," Azazel explained. "However, my Vice Governor Shemhaza has been keeping an eye on this suspiciously acting group for quite some time. It seems they are gathering dangerous individuals from all three major powers. Some Sacred Gear possessors who have already achieved Balance Breaker are among them. I have also
confirmed the presence of several Longinus possessors."
Azazel revealed more information about the organization known as the Khaos Brigade.
Yusuke was also surprised. He had only learned about this information earlier when the girls brought Katerea to him and explained her background, along with the intel they had extracted from her. The way he looked at Azazel changed slightly. It seemed that he was not just an annoying, quirky, perverted guy after all.
"Their goal is?" Michael asked.
"Destruction and mayhem. It is that simple, you know?" Azazel replied, spreading his arms with a bitter smile. "They do not like the peace of this world. They are terrorists. Moreover, they are extremely ill-natured."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "The leader of the organisation is the most powerful dragon, even stronger than the Welsh Dragon and the Vanishing Dragon."
Michael's face turned grim. "...I see. The Ouroboros Dragon, Ophis, has finally made a move. To think that the Dragon God, the one who has reigned as the strongest since the beginning of the world, would create a terrorist organization."
"Yes, Ophis is the leader of the Khaos Brigade."
Suddenly, a haughty and arrogant voice echoed through the meeting room. At the same time, a magic circle emerged on the floor.
From the magic circle, a handsome man dressed in black and red attire appeared. His black hair was tied in a small ponytail, and he had sharp violet eyes, pointed ears, and pale skin.
"Greetings, everyone," the newcomer said with a fearless smile.
"So it was you, Creuserey Asmodeus," Sirzechs shook his head lightly and spoke with a rather helpless tone.
He really could not understand why the descendants of the Old Maous could not simply work together for the good of the entire Devil species. Instead, they continued to chase their selfish wishes and delusions of ruling the entire world.
They had neither the power nor the ability to achieve such a thing in the first place. In this world, there were far more forces than just the three factions. Some of the other mythologies were much stronger than the three factions combined.
By doing this, they were only dragging the entire Underworld toward destruction.
"Indeed, that is me. The descendant of the original Maou Asmodeus," Creuserey spread his hands wide and raised his head dramatically, looking every bit like a cliché demon king from isekai anime. "The members of the Old Maou faction have nearly all decided to cooperate with the Khaos Brigade."
"And our first act this time is to destroy this peace talk... and kill you all!"
What Creuserey said proved that Azazel's claim was true.
"So it is a full-scale feud between the new and old Maou factions. Devils also have their own difficulties." Azazel smiled and commented as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
"Creuserey, do you understand the meaning of your words?" Sirzechs stepped forward and asked.
"Sirzechs, it is exactly as I said. We are also taking charge of this attack right now," Creuserey glared at him and replied.
"Why?" Sirzechs asked.
"Why? Are you asking me why? Don't you already know?!"
Creuserey pointed furiously at Sirzechs and Serafall, his gaze filled with burning hatred and rage.
"You filthy, lowly thieving bastards stole our rights and titles as the original Maous! We, the descendants of the original Maous, are the only ones worthy of being the new Maous!"
"Yet you bastards stole our titles! You stole everything that should have belonged to us!"
"You defiled the sacred name of the Maous!"
"It should be us! It should be me who deserves to rule the Underworld! I am the True Maou! You bastards stole this from me!"
As he spoke, his face turned flushed red with rage, and his eyes glowed with pure insanity. "And now you even want to ally yourselves with those filthy, disgusting angels and fallen angels!"
"We will destroy you all and rule not only the Underworld but this entire world!" He suddenly started laughing, "With Ophis's help, we will destroy the world and rebuild it again!"
"We will be the ones to manage the new world."
Sirzechs smiled very sarcastically. "So you, who hate the idea of peace and coexistence between the three factions, gathered angels, fallen angels, and devil rebels to start a new world order."
"Talk about hypocrisy," Azazel added.
"What do you know?! This is all for the greater good!" Creuserey gave them a look full of disdain and declared arrogantly, "I will kill you all right here and now, make the other two Maous follow you to the grave, and claim the title of Maou Asmodeus for myself!
"Then, Ophis will become the god of the new world. It does not matter if the Dragon God is merely a symbol. The system, laws, and doctrine will all be constructed by us."
He spread his arms wide with a manic expression.
"Michael, Azazel, and Sirzechs, your era is over!"
Yusuke listened to the man's monologue for a while before glancing at Azazel and asking, "He has mentioned Ophis quite a few times now. I have a question."
"What is it?" Azazel asked.
"Is Ophis a female?"
To Yusuke, whether Ophis was a woman or not was far more important than a hundred Creuserey or whatever forces stood behind him. If the strongest being in the world turned out to be female, there was a real possibility that she was a yandere.
Just imagining the thought of having someone like that as a yandere made Yusuke shudder.
"The Ouroboros Dragon is genderless and ageless. It usually takes different forms each time it appears. The last time I saw it, Ophis had taken the form of a middle-aged man," Azazel answered. He found the question rather strange, but sensing Yusuke's seriousness, he gave a proper reply.
"A middle-aged man? Good."
Yusuke let out a clear sigh of relief. Fortunately, Ophis was not a woman. He walked past Azazel and stood directly in front of Creuserey, "Alright, enough with your stupid cliché villain talk."
"Kid, who are you?" Creuserey narrowed his eyes and asked coldly.
"You four don't have to make a move. I'll deal with him," Yusuke said, ignoring Creuserey entirely. He turned to Sirzechs, Michael, Azazel, and Serafall.
He had been feeling some pent-up frustration lately. This punching bag had arrived at the perfect time.
"You..."
Pa!
Bang!
Before Creuserey could finish his sentence, a loud slapping sound echoed through the room. His body was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing straight through the magic-reinforced window with tremendous force!
Yusuke followed the Devil and flew out through the broken window, chasing after him. He held no real personal grudge against this delusional man. Even if he had not stepped in, the other faction leaders would have dealt with him eventually.
But Creuserey was simply unlucky enough to run into a frustrated Yusuke at the wrong moment.
The frustration and irritation of having his tall and strong adult body suddenly shrink into that of a tiny shota because of some freak accident had been building up silently inside him.
The most annoying thing was that if Serafall had actually succeeded in sneaking up on him and using the pen, it would have been many times better than this. Instead, the pen had accidentally flown to his feet and activated.
"Ahh!"
Creuserey's face swelled up, turning half blue as he roared in pain, clutching his slapped cheek with both hands. Blood dripped steadily from his nose and the corner of his lips. He flew through the air and spat out several teeth mixed with blood. That single slap had knocked out four of his teeth.
"Bastar..."
Bang!
Creuserey pointed his finger forward while clutching his swollen cheek with the other hand, his bloodshot eyes glaring furiously at Yusuke. A magic circle began to form in front of him, but in the next instant, Yusuke was already right in front of him. He punched straight through the forming magic circle, and his fist smashed heavily into Creuserey's face.
BOOMM!
The power of the punch sent the poor Devil flying at extreme speed. He broke the sound barrier multiple times, producing loud sonic booms as he crashed violently into the ground and created a huge crater.
"Useless waste!" Yusuke gave the crater a glance before turning his attention to the numerous mages. Countless magic circles surrounded him as they began firing magic bullets, fire, ice, lightning, and all sorts of attacks from every direction.
Swoosh!
Most of these mages were Middle Class, with some High Class and very few Low Class. However, their attacks were far too weak to pose even the slightest threat to the current Yusuke.
Orange flames suddenly erupted around him, forming a massive sea of fire that expanded violently outward. It incinerated all the incoming attacks before exploding into countless fireballs that rained down on the mages.
"Aghh!"
"Waah!"
"Noo!"
The mages were utterly shocked as they watched all their attacks get burned away so effortlessly. They frantically tried to create defensive magic circles, but it was useless. The flames tore through their barriers like flimsy paper and engulfed them all.
Miserable and anguished cries echoed across the area before everything fell silent at once.
"Bloody hell, I think something really angered him," Azazel scratched his chin and exclaimed.
"No shit, we couldn't tell," Serafall snickered with clear disdain. Her glittering eyes followed every single movement Yusuke made as he decimated his enemies. In a short period of time, he had already massacred a large number of the originally endless wave of mages. Soon, even more people arrived from all races. Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels alike, but they were all obliterated into oblivion by Yusuke's burning flames.
The more she watched him slaughter the enemies, the brighter her eyes shone and the rougher her breathing became. She was fully aware that the reason for his foul mood was the stunt she had pulled earlier, but that didn't matter to her.
Perhaps if he got angry enough, he would end up punishing her!
'Ahn! Being punished by Yu-tan... hehehehe!'
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The schoolyard sustained heavy damage in various places from the aftershocks of his attacks. If Sirzechs, Serafall, and the others had not been protecting the new school building, it would likely have suffered serious structural damage.
It was also fortunate that the entire school grounds were enveloped in a powerful barrier. Otherwise, the surrounding residential areas would have taken considerable damage as well.
Rumble!
Creuserey burst out from the crater, his face horribly deformed from the punch. It was caved in, his nose completely broken, and his mouth split open. His once handsome features were now a grotesque and heinous sight.
"Haaah! Damn it! You bastard! I will kill you!! I will destroy you!"
He suddenly pulled out a small bottle from nowhere, opened the lid, and swallowed the tiny black snake inside it.
Swoosh!
In that instant, the space vibrated intensely as a massive wave of power surged throughout the entire schoolyard.
Creuserey's body swelled dramatically, emitting an ominous and oppressive aura.
The intense mass of power radiating from him felt as strong as that of Serafall or Azazel.
He waved his hand casually, dispersing the remnants of the flames still burning on the ground and in the air. He rose slowly into the sky, facing Yusuke with his horribly deformed face. His twisted smile looked grotesque and disgusting as he laughed wildly.
"Zahahahaha! This power! This is the power I should have always possessed!"
"You, little bastard. I will rip your body into tiny pieces and make you regret not finishing me off when you had the chance."
The massive boost of power Creuserey had gained gave him the illusion that he could defeat not only Yusuke but also the other faction leaders.
"After dealing with you, I will crush all those idiotic, foolish leaders as well!"
Rumble!
Yusuke did not answer him. Normally, the words "little bastard" would not affect him at all, but this time they touched a nerve.
Suddenly, a tremendous amount of energy burst out from his body. The space around him shook and trembled violently like your lonely neighborhood milf's vibrator on its highest setting.
The sheer amount of energy was so overwhelming that it pressed down heavily on Creuserey, making him feel suffocated.
"Shit, I knew he was strong, but not this strong!" Azazel instinctively took a step back and cursed in a low voice.
"..." Michael also frowned slightly. The amount of information Heaven had on Yusuke was very limited. It shocked him greatly to realize that a young man who was barely an adult possessed such immense strength.
Fortunately, Yusuke was someone who advocated for peace and was on their side.
On the other hand, the busty blond nun standing behind him was staring at Yusuke with an entirely different kind of gaze. Her beautiful blue eyes burned with intense adoration, deep longing, and a rapidly growing obsession. She instinctively clasped her hands tightly together in front of her chest while subtly rubbing her thighs against each other, trying to soothe the sudden, aching heat blooming between her legs.
She could not understand why she was feeling this way toward someone she had only just met for the first time. Yet this strange, powerful sensation was so sweet, so intoxicating, and so addictive that she found herself unable to resist indulging in it.
"You talk too much for a useless piece of trash," Yusuke said coldly. "You were born with immense blessings and privileges that normal Devils could never even dream of, yet you wasted all your years whining like a pathetic little bitch."
Yusuke took a step forward through the air. With each step he took, the overwhelming energy radiating from his body intensified.
"Who in their right mind would want a stupid, lowly thing like you to be their leader?"
Swoosh!
As his aura grew stronger, a sudden change occurred in Yusuke's body. Bright orange light erupted from him, and when it faded, his shota figure had completely disappeared. He had returned to his adult form and once again possessed his tall, fit, and muscular body.
The only problem was that he was still wearing the small clothes from his shota form. The moment he reverted to his original size, they were all ripped apart, leaving more than half of his body completely naked and exposed.
"Ehh!"
"Ehn!"
In the school building, two women let out strange noises and quickly covered their bleeding noses.
Serafall's wide eyes were fixed on Yusuke's body without blinking. She tried to commit every single detail to her memory.
While Serafall was faring relatively better, Griselda, the innocent mature nun, was completely and utterly lost. The moment her eyes landed on Yusuke's half naked, muscular body, especially that perfectly sculpted back, her mind went out of service.
A violent wave of heat crashed through her entire being, turning her thoughts into pure white noise.
Her blue eyes widened dramatically, her pupils dilated to their limits as she stared unblinkingly at him. Her breathing became heavy, her large chest rising and falling rapidly. A stream of blood poured from her nose, dripping down onto her lips and chin, but she didn't even notice.
Griselda's mouth hung open, soft, breathless whimpers escaping as her thighs pressed together desperately, trying and failing to contain the sudden flood of love juice soaking through her underwear.
In that instant, the pure and devout nun's mind was filled with nothing but Yusuke.
...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Agh! Spare me! Please spare me!"
"I don't want to die!"
"Mama! Help me!"
"It hurts! Ahhh! Please kill me! Kill me! Don't torture me anymore!"
On the other side, in the ruins of the Occult Research Club, cries of misery and despair echoed throughout every corner of the destroyed building.
Blood was splashed everywhere, painting the walls, floor, and broken furniture in sticky layers of crimson. Severed limbs and mangled corpses littered the ground like broken dolls.
The terrorist magicians who had come to attack the yanderes had arrogantly believed they could easily overpower these women and kidnap the Dhampir trap.
They were wrong. Horribly, and fatally wrong.
They soon discovered the true definition of crazy women. What awaited them was not a fight, but a nightmarish bloodbath!
Splash!
Blood shot out like a waterfall as Xenovia sliced clean through the mage's legs.
The man let out a guttural scream and collapsed heavily onto the ground. Without a shred of mercy, Xenovia drove her sword deep into his stomach and began twisting the blade cruelly, grinding his internal organs into a bloody pulp. She then yanked the sword free and walked away, leaving the mage screaming and convulsing on the floor as he slowly bled out in excruciating pain.
Poof!
Koneko was even more cruel. She moved like a white flash. Whenever she appeared, one of the mages' body parts would explode violently from her punches. She smashed a female magician's shoulder, reducing it into a gruesome mixture of blood and torn flesh. Then she gripped the woman from both sides and ripped her body apart.
Blood and organs splattered everywhere, showering the white cat girl and dyeing her face and hair a deep, vivid red.
"Ahn! Ahn! Kill me, please! Please kill me!"
On the other side of the battlefield, purple flames engulfed the entire area. Asia was slowly roasting her victims alive with her Holy Fire. She made sure they would not die quickly, deliberately prolonging their agony as the sacred flames consumed their bodies bit by bit.
Rias, Akeno, Kalawarna, Raynare, and Irina were also cruelly massacring their enemies in the most brutal and sadistic ways imaginable.
"Hmm, it seems Darling is fighting someone," Irina suddenly spoke after she had diced her victim into tiny pieces. She licked the blood from her lips with a sweet smile and asked, "Do you guys want to play a game?"
"What is it?" Ravel asked.
"Whoever kills the most sinners gets to have a date with Yusuke. We will all make sure he takes the winner on a date," Irina clapped her hands cheerfully. "How is it, everyone?"
"Date with Yusuke?"
For a moment, all action seemed to stop completely. Every single one of them turned toward Irina with fiery, burning eyes full of intense desire and competitiveness.
"This is a great idea! Count me in," Eleonora answered immediately. The moment she finished speaking, she stomped her red high heel down hard on the mage's head beneath her, causing it to burst apart like a watermelon.
Orange flames erupted violently from her body, incinerating everything around her in an instant. She then shot into the air like a rocket, soaring toward the enemies outside with terrifying speed.
"How cunning!" Xenovia clicked her tongue. She stomped the ground hard and shot into the air, following closely behind Eleonora.
The other girls exchanged glances. The moment their eyes met, sparks seemed to fly between them. Without another word, each of them shot off in a different direction.
Just like that, what was supposed to be a terrorist attack to take down the leaders of the three factions had turned into a fierce hunting competition for the yanderes.