Yo, telling you something directly now, I'm writing other fanfics to see if I can get more money because yes, I really need it, this means that the chapters of this fic will take longer to come out for a while
I wish I didn't have to do this but the need speaks louder, anyway, one is a fic of to love ru with two other worlds and the other is a fic +18 of a pornhua called Sweet guy
Enjoy reading, rejoice and...
See you all on next time
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A few hours later with classes already over, Micael was with Rias inside the old building, sitting on one of the sofas in the ORC room with her head resting on his lap.
He stared thoughtfully at the ceiling thinking about his clone with Asia, honestly he wasn't sure if this was the right move, if he would just let things play out, with a canon event about to happen just because, even if he didn't remember much he was sure something was coming
Or if he'd simply do what he had in mind which was to recruit Asia
Ignoring his goal of having her in his harem, his other goal with her was to have her working with him, he had thought about having her reincarnated by Rias just like in the original, although it wasn't really necessary, but since Rias was now his girlfriend Asia would be a great addition to her peerage.
But then again, it wasn't really all that necessary besides the whole thing about whether she'd even want to be reincarnated since he remembered she only became a devil because she had practically died, something he obviously intended to avoid.
So his goal remained to have her working for him, like a subordinate really, after all, even if she didn't end up with him, her healing power was just too useful to ignore.
Having her in his harem was something he definitely wanted, but he also wanted her because of her Sacred Gear.
"Micael, are you listening to me?"
Pulling him from his thoughts, Micael looked down meeting Rias's eyes, at that moment she was holding one of his hands. "Yeah, you were talking about Issei going to a church with a nun."
'I'm surprised he didn't mention me being with him or what I said.' Micael thought as he realized that since Rias hadn't said anything about it, "By the way, I was with him."
Rias blinked at that. "You were?"
Micael simply nodded in confirmation.
"What were you doing there?" She looked at him curiously with a raised eyebrow.
"It just happened that I was in the right place at the right time, I didn't expect it." Micael answered truthfully, although he wasn't being clear, as much as he wanted to tell the truth, this wasn't the right moment for that since he'd have to reveal he was keeping an eye on Issei.
"Hmm." Rias hummed as she stared at him, she stayed silent just looking at him without showing anything for a moment, until she looked away to her hand holding his and commented. "Seems like Issei respects you more than me if he hid that."
Micael didn't ask if she wanted more details, he wasn't sure if it had slipped out, although probably not. "Maybe he thought you'd get mad because I was near another girl without you knowing and besides, it's not that he respects me more than you, he fears me."
Rias rolled her eyes and laughed lightly. "Haha, sure, maybe that's it."
After that, she looked back at him, he returned the gaze as they simply stared at each other in silence.
The mood seemed to shift with the exchange of glances, a rosy atmosphere growing in intensity as they stared at each other until Micael broke it.
"By the way, I ended up falling on top of the said nun, pressing myself against her private parts." Micael said calmly.
Rias blinked processing what she had just heard. "What?"
Micael tilted his head slightly to the side while looking forward. "In short, she slipped on a rock when she bent down to pick up her bag, I reached out to grab her arm and ended up stepping on the same rock she did, ridiculously paralyzing my leg in the process and falling on top of her even though I was using my power."
Turning his eyes to a disbelieving Rias, he continued. "I was so shocked by it that I didn't react until I was already pressed against her, naturally I moved away right after."
Rias continued looking at him in silent disbelief before shaking her head. "That's ridiculous, how the hell can that happen to you?"
"Beats me." 'Actually, I do know.' "Maybe I'm just unlucky...or lucky." He ended with a slight smile.
Rias narrowed her eyes looking at him accusingly. "That joke wasn't funny."
"My bad, but what about you, aren't you going to question me about it?"
Rias tilted her head while looking at him calmly. "Did you take advantage of the situation?"
Micael shook his head in response.
"It wasn't your intention, you just wanted to help her, right?"
Micael nodded in confirmation.
"Then it's fine, I believe you, I don't see a reason to argue about it." She smiled faintly, she really believed in him after all a similar accident had happened with her, and as for whether Micael was lying, he had already proven he didn't lie, although he tended to leave things out.
And she simply didn't care that Micael had that kind of intimacy with another girl, but since Micael seemed to have trouble understanding that, she was more than happy to leave it like that without explaining anything, she would have Micael all to herself for longer.
Micael looked at her calmly until he spoke. "You're weird."
Rias huffed as she lightly tapped his chest. "And you're a shameless pervert, you really pressed yourself against a defenseless nun, you're going to hell for that." Her words came with an amused smile at the end.
"If I go to hell, I'm taking you with me." Micael then moved his hands quickly to tickle her.
"No! Wait—ahahaha~!..." Rias began to squirm as she tried "uselessly" to push his hands away.
Micael continued until he abruptly stopped, hugging her and pulling her close.
With her breasts pressed against his stomach and her hands on his chest, he moved closer to her face, staring into her blue eyes for a moment before kissing her, hugging her tighter.
In response, Rias placed her hands around his neck hugging him.
And so followed an intimate kissing session.
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Wearing his workout clothes, Micael walked calmly toward his house.
From afar, he saw, on top of a house a few houses away from his own, a man wearing a blue yukata, a katana fixed to his waist as he sat lazily on the rooftop of the house he was on.
Waving at him, the man returned the gesture, it was Okita Souji, one of Sirzechs' servants, someone he assigned to provide almost constant protection for his family.
Besides him, there was also the barrier on his house and the ones placed on his father, Miyako, and Mari. On Saturday, Grayfia had come, met his family, and reinforced the barriers they carried.
In the woman's own words, it would take someone at Ultimate level to break the protections she had placed.
Although she also said those protections weren't perfect and depending solely on them wasn't ideal, she suggested something he was already planning to do — literally train his family.
And now with the effectiveness of his training with Rias and the others being evident, it was something he could soon put into practice.
Approaching the house, he passed through the front gate, reached the door, and entered. "I'm back."
Letting his parents know, he passed through the living room, greeting his father and Miyako who were watching TV.
"Dad, Miyako."
"Son."
"Hey."
Came his father's greeting with a slight nod while Miyako waved her hand lightly, they were eating popcorn while watching a Japanese variety show.
Passing them on the way to the kitchen, Micael thought about another change that had happened — Miyako had quit her job and was now staying at home, she didn't even need to work before thanks to his money and his father's, but the woman was a workaholic.
But now he had complete financial support in the form of his sugar mommy Rias who basically paid for everything.
Even Mari would have stopped going to school if she wasn't so stubborn and insisted on not wanting to be stuck at home, which was understandable, but there was also the fact that Micael was around, plus he accompanied her to and from school.
Honestly, if it wasn't impractical, he would've moved them straight to the underworld, at least that way they wouldn't be stuck in this constricting routine.
Reaching the fridge, he opened it, grabbed a water bottle, and when he closed the door, Mari was behind it — he had already sensed her sneaking up earlier.
"Yo." He greeted her calmly as he went to get a glass.
With her arms crossed, Mari asked directly. "That food you made this morning, it was for Rias, wasn't it?"
"You already know it was." Micael replied as he poured the water into the glass.
Mari then narrowed her eyes. "You've never cooked anything for me."
Lowering the glass after drinking, Micael looked at her expressionlessly. "I've literally cooked for you several times, not only that, I've painted a portrait of you and even made you a song, not to mention the gifts I've given you, like the teddy bear with my shirt."
Mari stared at him in silence before looking away. "It's not the same."
Micael just shook his head while putting the jar back in the fridge — she might be right since he'd never cooked for her using his power, but that didn't undo all the things he'd already done for her.
Passing by her while giving her a light head pat, he headed to his room, opened the door and walked in, took off his shirt and looked back silently.
That's because Mari entered his room without a care in the world, hands behind her back. "What? I can't stay in your room?" She smiled, tilting her head slightly, acting like she had no idea what she was doing.
Micael didn't even try to say anything about it, he just threw his shirt on the bed and headed to the bathroom.
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Sitting in front of his computer, it was already past nine at night, Micael was just relaxing a bit before going to sleep, unfortunately it would still take some time before he reached a level where he didn't need to sleep.
Until then, with each training session leaving him exhausted, he needed sleep more than ever.
Yawning weakly from tiredness, he looked over his shoulder toward his bed, there Mari lay reading a manga calmly.
But from his position, he had a full view of her panties because, of course, she was wearing a skirt, her legs bent with one over the other and the light blue fabric in the middle covering the lips pressed by her thighs.
Her butt was visible too, but Micael wasn't even focused on that view, he didn't look for more than a moment before focusing on the manga she was reading.
The manga was suspiciously called 'My Dear Older Brother', but the cover was what was strange — it showed a school-uniformed girl smiling at the front with her hand out as if greeting the reader.
Stranger still, the boy behind her suspiciously looked like a light-brown-skinned, muscular guy, and to make it worse, the girl was holding a collar that went to the guy's neck — if that wasn't a blatant insinuation, he didn't know what was.
Feeling Micael's blank stare, Mari looked back and smiled casually before returning to reading, her finger flipping the page while her dangling leg swayed slightly.
Staring at her for a few more seconds, Micael shook his head and focused on the PC screen, he was about to click another video when the recess in his eyes deepened for a moment before fading, following a sudden wave of memories that hit him.
His clone had dispersed, Asia had entered a random house a little while ago, but further behind her, approaching on a bicycle, came Issei.
Without wasting time, he immediately got up from his chair, his action catching Mari's attention.
"What happened?" She asked, putting the manga aside.
"I have to go somewhere." Grabbing his phone, he sent a message to Rias.
"Where?" Mari asked, already moving closer to him, her brow furrowing.
Finishing the message, he looked at her. "Don't worry, it's not dangerous, at least not for me."
Mari just kept staring at him with a frown, arms crossed.
Unfortunately, there was no way he could say he was "putting himself at risk" because of a girl, which went completely against his usual cautious attitude, but like he'd already said, future harem member or not, Asia was too valuable to leave to the whims of fate.
And the main reason he was going where she was wasn't just the possibility of it being an original scenario he didn't remember — which it probably was — it was because of what his clone had seen, another person who had entered before Asia.
A young adult, at most eighteen, gray-haired, and wearing a white overcoat.
Micael found him extremely familiar, though he didn't remember who he was, but based on his memories it wasn't hard to deduce.
Freed, the guy of whom Micael only remembered one thing — he was some kind of psychopath.
So he would go there, his plan to interact with Asia had gone down the drain with that, but he was adaptable, his mind already working on how to take advantage of the situation.
"Let Dad and Miyako know I'm stepping out for a moment." He said toward Mari.
The girl just kept looking at him in silence before sighing. "Just be careful, Micael."
In her eyes, he could see the concern, he understood her, but he'd be fine.
And even if the situation wasn't within the scope he expected, well, that's what backup plans are for.
"Don't worry, I don't train so much for nothing." He looked at her calmly and, ruffling her hair for a moment, withdrew his hand and vanished.
Staring at where Micael had been, Mari touched her head, letting out a soft sigh, she left the room to tell Miyako and Francisco.
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Meanwhile, right after Micael's clone dispersed, Issei entered the house of what should've been another one of his summoning clients, but as soon as he entered, he found the so-called man shredded and hanging on the wall like in a horror movie.
But that wasn't the most shocking part, because he saw another person he didn't expect to see there — the blonde nun girl who was totally his type, the girl he thought he'd never see again for various reasons.
Whether because she was a nun from the church's faction or because she was someone Micael had shown interest in — which, by the way, was something he still struggled to understand how Micael planned to "win her over."
Anyway, after the initial shock, the two now looked at each other surprised and in awkward silence.
"I didn't expect to see you here...uh." Issei said awkwardly, momentarily forgetting the grotesque sight of the corpse pinned to the wall.
"Uh, hello." Asia greeted Issei just as awkwardly, raising her hand weakly.
The two then stared at each other in silence afterward, not knowing what to say — the situation was just way too weird.
And in that brief moment they both realized something — yesterday when they met, they didn't even introduce themselves, Issei too distracted by the pain in his eyes and too focused on trying to start a conversation with Asia.
While the girl herself was too distracted by the incident with Micael to remember that.
But now, with that surfacing, Asia intended to introduce herself, learn his name, and more importantly, find out the name of the other guy who "touched" her.
And Issei also intended to introduce himself to her right then, but both were interrupted before they could speak.
"Hey bitch, what are you doing chatting friendly with this scum?"
Making Issei feel a chill down his spine, he looked to the side. From another hallway in the house, a slightly older young man than Issei appeared, dressed in a way that resembled a priest.
"S-scum?" Issei repeated more from the shock of being insulted out of nowhere than from being offended.
With his pinky in his nose, the guy picked lazily as he approached. "What? You're clearly scum, your stench is obvious." He then stopped beside Asia, his hand dropping as he smiled playfully.
Issei could only stare at him confused, however, if the chill he felt was any indication, along with the bad feeling just by looking at this guy, Issei didn't need much effort to figure out what had happened.
"You killed him?" Issei frowned — this guy was seriously giving off bad vibes.
The young man then tilted his head, his playful smile widening as he raised his eyebrow expressively. "Why~? Don't tell me that guy was your boyfriend~? You're even more scum if that's the case, or maybe he was fucking your mom~?"
Issei frowned even more at the insult, having his mom disrespected like that wasn't cool at all, his fist clenched as he was about to respond when the nun girl spoke.
"P-please, Mister Freed, don't use that kind of language, it's not good for you." Asia said tensely, her body nervously retreating as she addressed him.
The aforementioned Mister Freed then looked at her, his smile vanished in an instant as his hand moved quickly.
-Pah!
"Kyah!"
With a loud slap, Freed struck Asia's face, the girl let out a cry before falling to the ground.
"You bastard!" Issei exclaimed in shock and anger. "Why the hell did you hit her!? She didn't do anything!"
"Huh!?" Freed turned his gaze to Issei, tilting his head even more while looking at him interrogatively. "What are you babbling about? I can do whatever I want with this bitch, I would've already raped her if she wasn't useful alive."
"You... you're insane." Issei realized then that this guy seemed to be some kind of psychopath.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! You got it! Your prize will be a slow and agonizing death~!" Freed grinned widely, his eyes widening along with his words.
Gritting his teeth, Issei adopted a serious look as his posture changed, assuming a fighting stance. Even though this guy gave off a very dangerous vibe — the kind that could really kill him — Issei couldn't just leave this guy alone with the nun.
He wouldn't be a man if he didn't at least try to help an innocent girl.
Bringing his left arm forward, under Freed's amused and disdainful gaze, Issei was about to summon his Sacred Gear when a gust of wind and a soft footstep caught his attention.
Looking to the side, he and Freed saw Micael who had suddenly appeared near them.
"Micael?" Issei said surprised — he hadn't even seen how Micael appeared there.
Micael didn't look at him, his gaze was focused on the girl lying on the ground who also looked at him in surprise, her hand on her cheek with a red mark.
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