Sometimes the world is ironic, just when I was leaving or rather we were leaving my room Iseei was leaving his and I saw how his adored and deified Buncho walked with trembling legs, blushing and panting from my room for my part I can't help but put a sarcastic smile on my face and nod to his pained face.

Oh~ man, I can almost hear her heart break, she may not have really done anything and the redhead stripper's chastity is still intact but her mind full of “Culture” played against her.

--Bu...bu...buncho...

Iseei fell to his knees sobbing quietly as he watched Rias walk down the stairs, Ah~ it almost makes me feel bad but Nah~! His pain is delicious, how to say it... imagine a chocolate ice cream, now add vanilla cookies, a little dulce de leche and Ron to taste~ that was roughly the taste of his pain.

The dinner went smoothly, except for Isei's despairing look and the emotional and psychological confusion of Rias who was in an intermittent state between panic and pleasure every time our eyes met. I admit, it didn't go as planned but I love the results. Oh Great Cthulhu, the best thing that could have happened to me was learning to eat emotions, they taste infinitely better than shadows.

The lasagna is delicious, but pairing it with Issei's suffering and Rias's confusion is a feast fit for a King.

--Hmmmm~ I could get used to this~

I muttered while drinking a glass of water, beside me innocent Asia was looking at me with her clear emerald eyes.

--Get used to Souji-onii-sama?

--Hmmm~ How cute you are~ Guhahahaha~

I laughed and ruffled the little blonde, who just puffed out her cheeks and gave me a little hug.

--Souji-onii-sama is mean to me~

--Cute~

My relationship with Asia since that day has had its ups and downs, the first few days I avoided her, since she reminded me too much of my daughter but I have already made peace with that, which brings us to the current situation, Iseei is a idiot who thinks with his crotch which makes even this pure and relatively innocent girl have some suspicion towards him, on my part and to my liking, she sees me as a fatherly figure? Basically she voluntarily opted to take a position below me, as my younger sister/daughter, hence her calling me “Onii-sama” while Iseei is only called by his name or with the occasional “sama”.

Even if it's only because I give him an allowance, father is short just paying the bills, Issei won't charge a damn penny until he's a High-class Devil, I for one have a pretty juicy savings account where all my money goes. both demonic and normal money, the only reason I don't use that money at home is so I don't take away from dad's sense of male accomplishment.

Father may be a permissive dorky hippie but he's still a man I respect.

--May I ask you something Souji-onii-sama?

--Shoot~

--Did Rias-onee-sama do something to upset you? Please don't hurt Rias-onee-sama!

The little girl looked at me with pleading eyes on the verge of tears, which once again reminded me of my daughter's, letting out a slight sigh, I cursed karma, before caressing and comforting the little ex-saint.

--Your redhead mistress~ just unprofessionally asked me to train them~ and I might have played a prank or two on her back there~ but nothing to worry about~ now~ go to sleep~

I smiled and guided by an old impulse I gently kissed her forehead as I did with Rita so long ago, which made the blonde girl blush and smile shyly.

"Good night, Souji-onii-sama..."

--Good night~ Rita...

I mumbled my response as a single tear ran down my cheek, before I dove into a nearby shadow, it was time to hunt.

***

POV Rias Gremory

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can't I stop thinking about him?

--Hyoudou Souji...

Murmuring the name of my beloved pawn's younger brother, my body trembled with fear at the mere memory of it, the sensation of being threatened and humiliated by a being beyond my comprehension, choked me but still excited me, it wasn't pleasure, but something more primitive, something nauseating but irresistible, lust and bestiality.

She could only frown and pretend to be fine during dinner, Mrs. Hyoudou's food was delicious and homey even with that absurd monster in the presence, her food was still delicious.

--Did Akeno open her fetishes to me?

You can't help but think of my partner and confidante Himejima Akeno, she was a sadistic lover of Sadomasochism.

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--Haaaaaaa~ at least I agree to train Iseei and help me with Raizer~ I already want to see the face of that... What do I call him? Ah~ yeah~! KFC bucket~

Just the thought of getting rid of that filthy commitment made all this confusion and terror worth it.

-I'm sure that Hyoudou Souji did something to my mind out of revenge, although I have no proof and there are no traces of mana or demonic energy in my body... he's only been a demon for a few weeks, no matter how strong he is, it's impossible for him to have developed such a level, he's just a Rook, no big deal~

With that in mind, the exuberant redhead lay back on her luxurious bed, still trembling with fear and excitement.

***

Hyoudou Iseei POV

In his room Hyoudou Iseei was crying tears of blood while screaming letting out his pain. Ignoring the calls from his Sacred Gear.

--Okay...let's calm down, calm down... I CAN'T CALM DOWN DAMN!

[Buddy...]

--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Tell me what I saw wasn't real Ddraig! Tell me I didn't see Buncho come out of the inkwell room, flushed, panting, and with her legs bent and trembling...

The chestnut in his pain asked his tenant for comfort.

[Hmmmm... Do you want me to lie?]

--DAMDIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

I cry at the unexpected honesty eh indifference of the red dragon.

[We saw the same thing, accept it... Though I'd bet you're misinterpreting the situation~]

The dragon growled, bringing a bit of clarity and calm to the teen's mind.

--ARHGT BUNCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!... Eh...? Misinterpreting?

[Partner... what kind of person is your brother?]

--A pretentious and narcissistic bastard who enjoys making others suffer and thinks he is better than others?

[Hmmmm, actually he doesn't think so, it is... he might as well give some midway deities a run for their money, while he was still alive...]

--No, no, no... That inkhead can't be that strong.

[Accept reality Partner, Your brother is a being beyond imagination, while you are a bad devil excuse... which is ironic since it is an improvement]

Ddraig mercilessly slammed reality into his contractor's face, he was already suffering from his fate, the best possible wielder had missed him by only a few millimeters during gestation and now he was tied to what may well be the weakest Sekiryuutei. of all history, being the Red Dragon of Domination, a weak container was a shame for him, he could only hope that the White had met the same fate as him.

"Hey... Ddraig... Do you think I misunderstood?"

[What is your brother's type of woman?]

“Hmmmm, black or dark brown haired Milf…and…and…I remember one time she stared at a little girl with blonde hair.

[So, does your mistress fit that definition?]

--No...

[See, Partner... not everything is as it seems, Souji has the power to subdue her but his tastes are different, he could have put her under his Aura or Touki, which for a demon of his level can leave her in that state. .. but if we take into account that your Mistress has the tendencies of a Succubus.]

Iseei listened carefully to Ddraig's words, which made a lot of sense, his brother had openly shown his disdain and annoyance towards Rias since before he became a devil, so the scenario where Souji pressures the buncho with his terrifying aura is possible.

--I do remember that crazy bloodlust that overflowed when he got drunk.

[There, you have your answer if drunk can make you wet your pants, imagine what he could do to that petulant girl if he played his cards wrong against that monster]

Iseei nodded, before yelling again for not being able to protect his love from his brother's clutches.

--NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BUNCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Now! Why the fuck are you yelling partner?]

--I couldn't protect her, Buncho suffered in the clutches of that sadist with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.

[If you want to protect her so much, get stronger Partner... as you are now, any 5th grade devil can kill you with ease, and before I ask... Your brother doesn't have to lift a finger to kill you, he can kill you if he wants to , just thinking about it]

The red dragon struck while the metal was hot, he wanted to put the idea, the prevailing need to strengthen himself in the boy's head, his lust and stupidity clouded the boy's judgment, which made him weak and incompetent, but Ddraig in his long life , he had met many idiots and geniuses, so for better or worse he had learned how the human mind worked.

“Humans need Motivation to improve”

Ddraig wanted his wielder's goal to be something more decent and acceptable than just being an absurd Harem King, which he found ridiculous as he could see how he trembled in fear at every approach of the red-haired demon and the black-haired hybrid, Anyway, Ddraig was looking to improve a little the garbage he had as a carrier, since he hoped that this boy had even a part of his brother's crazy potential.

--Hey, you're kidding there right Ddraig.

The chestnut asked while trembling.

[Accept the reality Hyoudou Iseei, you are weak, too weak and in the world you entered “BEING WEAK MEANS DEATH”]

Ddraig growled from inside the Sacred Gear, using part of the energy he obtained from the exchange with Souji, he forcibly dragged Iseei's consciousness into the Sacred Gear, where he showed him his fangs, teeth and claws, to its user, displaying all its presence, showing the difference between them.

[Partner, this is me, Ddraig, the red dragon of domination, one of the two Heavenly Emperors, beings that both Gods and demons feared and respected but were still imprisoned in these forms, listen... you are weak, disgustingly weak , so much so that I must be careful when speaking to you, since it could cripple your pathetic mind. Do you want to be the king of the harem? First you need the Force to protect the women that will make up your harem, you carry the aura of domination, so women will naturally approach you, but without strength you will be nothing, you will achieve nothing, you will mean nothing, you will achieve nothing , except to die in the most horrible and pathetic way possible ]

--Ddraig... I want to be strong... please help me.

[I'm glad to hear it... What are you willing to sacrifice?]

Ddraig smirked as everything had gone more or less according to his impromptu plan, he really had nothing he could teach Iseei as he was too weak and layman to even tell him about the stories of his previous users and even weaker as to communicate with the souls of previous BOOSTED GEAR wielders.

--Sacrifice?

[Don't worry, your brother made a big donation so I can talk to you with some ease and bring you to this space, however you still have to pay... choose... the bigger or more important the sacrifice, the more power you will get, though it will be only proportional to your original strength... 1 will be 10, while 10 will be 1000, you are too weak... for any deal to be worth it...]

Ddraig sighed and continued explaining to a thoughtful brunette how the Exchange works.

--If I change my right eye, will I lose vision?

[No, it'll just hurt like hell and then you'll have a dragon eye that will gradually erode your brain, but you'll be able to see better than with those demon eyes]

"So they'll just erode me bit by bit preparing my body for the next exchange?"

[Eventually and if you don't improve your only way out will be to sacrifice your entire body and become a full dragon and my incarnation]

"I see...I think I'll pass for now...I'm too weak..."

[Good answer... whatever... I spent a lot of energy with this... we don't see Partner.]

--Good evening, Ddraig and thank you.

[You are welcome...]

With that simple exchange of words, Hyoudou Iseei took a step in the right direction, now it was up to him to keep moving and follow a path contrary to what was established by his destiny.