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Chapter 3
The scent of old paper and Earl Grey tea filled the Occult Research Club room, a comforting aroma that did little to soothe the frantic thumping in Issei Hyoudou's chest. He sat stiffly on the plush velvet couch, his gaze flickering between Rias Gremory, who stood before him like a queen addressing her court, and the two other figures in the room, Kiba and Koneko. The life of a devil, he was quickly learning, was far less about grand battles and far more about… paperwork.
"Contracts are important to our livelihood as devils, Issei," Rias explained, her voice a smooth, melodic wave that washed over his bewilderment. She held up a small, unassuming flyer. "Humans with desires they cannot fulfil on their own will use these circles to summon us. In exchange for a significant payment or favour that is equivalent to their desire — we grant their wishes."
Issei stared at the flyer. It looked like something advertising a cheap ramen shop. "So… we're like supernatural handymen?"
"Lame," Koneko muttered from her corner, nibbling on a chocolate bar with an expression of profound boredom.
A ghost of a smile touched Kiba's lips. "That's one way to put it. Most requests are surprisingly mundane. Finding lost pets, helping someone pass an exam, ensuring a business proposal is successful."
Issei nodded, trying to look studious. "So, like a magic genie?"
Koneko, perched on a separate armchair, offered a blunter assessment. "Perverted genie."
"Koneko-chan, so mean!" Issei cried out in indignation.
"It is a crucial part of our duty," Rias chided gently, though her eyes held a spark of amusement. "It builds our reputation and provides us with the energy we need. You'll be accompanying Kiba and Koneko tonight to observe the process. Just watch, listen, and learn."
Issei nodded, a fresh wave of anxiety mixing with a sliver of excitement. This was it. His first real devil business. He was so caught up in the moment that he almost missed the subtle shift in the room's atmosphere. The air grew thick, charged with an energy that had nothing to do with demonic contracts and everything to do with the hulking figure who had been silently observing from the shadows near the window.
Taurus.
He hadn't spoken a word, his massive frame a study in silent, coiled power. As Rias finished her instructions for the trio, she turned her attention to him, and the change was instantaneous. The confident, regal Club President vanished, replaced by a young woman whose blush rivaled the crimson colour of her hair. Her hands fidgeted, and she couldn't quite meet his gaze.
From a folder on her desk, she produced a different kind of flyer. This one was printed on thick, expensive cardstock, embossed with a golden seal that Issei didn't recognize. She approached Taurus hesitantly, holding it out as if it were a fragile, dangerous thing.
"Taurus… there was a… specific request," she began, her voice barely a whisper. "It came through a private channel. They asked for you by name."
Taurus's gaze dropped from the window to the flyer, and then to the flustered girl before him. A low, amused rumble vibrated in his chest, a sound that made the very air hum. He took the flyer from her, his large, calloused fingers brushing against hers. Rias snatched her hand back as if burned, a tiny, flustered squeak escaping her lips.
He scanned the contents, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Of course, my King. Duty calls."
The way he said it — the amused indulgence, the deep thrum of his voice that seemed to promise more than mere client satisfaction —sent a fresh wave of heat through Rias. She looked like she was about to spontaneously combust, steam comically rising from the top of her head.
"G-good! See that you handle it… appropriately," she stammered, turning on her heel and marching back to her desk with a ramrod-straight posture that screamed of barely contained desire.
Taurus gave a lazy, two-fingered salute and vanished in a swirl of bronze energy, leaving behind a steaming Rias, a confused Issei, and the lingering scent of ozone and raw power. Issei looked from his King to the spot where the Rook had been, a single, burning question in his mind: What kind of contract required a private channel and left the Gremory heiress a blushing mess?
~ Issei Hyoudou ~
Days bled into one another, filled with the strange new reality of Issei's life. He shadowed Kiba and Koneko, watching them handle contracts with a detached professionalism that felt worlds away from the high-stakes battles he'd imagined. He found a lost cat, helped a student cram for a history final, and even located a rare collector's edition of a video game for an otaku in the neighbourhood. It was… normal. Disappointingly so.
Yet, the memory of Rias's reaction to Taurus's contract festered in his mind. He hadn't seen the massive Rook since that evening. While the rest of them were dealing with trivialities, what grand and secret duty was Taurus performing? The curiosity was a persistent itch he couldn't scratch. Finally, seeing Akeno Himejima humming to herself as she prepared tea in the clubroom, he decided to risk it.
"Akeno-senpai," he began, trying to sound casual. "Has… has Taurus-san taken on any other contracts this week?"
Akeno's movements paused. A slow, predatory grin spread across her beautiful face, a familiar sight that always made Issei's blood run both hot and cold. Her violet eyes glittered with a dangerous, knowing light.
"Ara, ara. Curious about our dear Taurus, Issei-kun?" she purred, her voice dripping with sultry promise. "His work is a little more specialized than finding lost kittens." She placed the teapot down with a delicate click and beckoned to him with a single, elegant finger. "Come with me. Perhaps it's time for a little demonstration."
Her smile was a hook, and Issei was a fish already caught. He followed her without question, his heart hammering against his ribs. She led him not out of the club, but deeper into it, into a separate room that President used when she wanted to relax. Akeno turned towards the large, flat-screen monitor mounted on the wall opposite to the couch.
Akeno picked up the remote, her movements languid and deliberate. "Rias has a certain… kink that she has recently come to realise, thanks to her rook. She likes to keep an eye on what trouble he might be getting himself into." She pressed a button.
The screen flickered to life, not with a television program, but with a live feed. Issei's breath caught in his throat.
~ Issei Hyoudou ~
The image was crystalline, the sound magically enhanced to capture every whisper, every gasp. The scene was one of opulent decadence. A lavishly decorated penthouse suite, all silk sheets, gilded furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Kuoh Town at night. In the centre of this luxurious tableau, surrounded by a coterie of beautiful, mature women, was Taurus.
He was seated on a velvet chaise lounge like a king upon his throne, stripped to the waist, his corded muscles gleaming under the soft, ambient light. The women—five of them, all dressed in expensive, barely-there lingerie — flocked around him, their hands roaming over his chest and arms, their expressions a mixture of awe, reverence, and ravenous hunger. These weren't girls. They were housewives, the kind one saw driving expensive cars, their fingers adorned with diamonds, their lives steeped in a boredom that only extreme wealth could buy.
"Akeno-senpai… what is this?" Issei whispered, his voice cracking.
Akeno's gaze was glued to the screen, a feverish heat radiating from her. She didn't look at him, her attention utterly captivated. She reached up and toyed with button holding back her sizeable mounds behind her uniform, her mind scattered.
"That pendant Rias gave him wasn't just for communication, little Issei," she murmured, her voice growing thick and husky. "It's a lens. A private little window so our King can ensure her prized bull is being handled with care."
On the screen, one of the women, a blonde with eyes that were filled with devotion, knelt before Taurus. She took his hand, pressing her lips to his knuckles in a gesture of utter fealty. "You came," she breathed, her voice a cocktail of relief and arousal. "We were beginning to think our offering wasn't enough."
Taurus's lips curved into that familiar, indulgent smirk. "Your desire was… potent. It's hard to ignore such a clear summons."
His voice, even through the monitor's speakers, was a physical force, a deep baritone that vibrated through Akeno, coiling low in her belly. She could feel her own panties growing damp, a familiar ache blossoming between her legs.
'Look at him, Issei-kun,' she thought, her eyes tracing the powerful lines of Taurus's back as another woman began to massage his shoulders. 'This is a real man. A being of overwhelming power. Not some perverted little boy whose greatest ambition is to grope a pair of breasts.'
The night began. It wasn't a simple transaction; it was a conquest. The women weren't just clients; they were worshippers at the altar of his raw, masculine power. They catered to his every whim, pouring him expensive wine, feeding him grapes, their touches becoming more daring, their whispers more desperate. They spoke of their dull husbands, their empty lives, and the thrilling, terrifying power they felt just by being in his presence.
One woman, the same blonde whose eyes were now glazed over with pure, unadulterated lust, was kneeling between his legs, her head bobbing rhythmically. Her muffled, desperate gulps were just audible over the feed. Another was kissing a path up his arm, worshipping the bicep as if it were a holy relic. A third was simply weeping silently, her face pressed against his knee, overwhelmed.
Akeno's breath hitched. She could feel the blood pounding in her ears, a primal, vicarious thrill surging through her. This was what she and Rias craved. This untameable power, this absolute dominance. They didn't want a boy they could control. They wanted a force they could barely contain, a god who chose to indulge them. And to keep him, they needed to be worthy. They needed to be unshakable.
'You see, Issei-kun?' her thoughts were a venomous hiss directed at the trembling boy beside her. 'You think your disgusting masturbating little self can compete with him? You are nothing. Rias and I… we understand this. We offer him our power, our bodies, our absolute loyalty. What can you offer? Your lecherous fantasies? Pathetic.'
"This… this is a contract?" Issei choked out, his voice a strangled whisper.
Akeno moved to stand behind him, her chest pressing lightly against his back. Her breathing was already growing heavier, her scent filling his senses. "This is his purpose, Issei-kun," she murmured, her hot breath ghosting against his ear. "Some humans don't want wealth. They want an experience. They crave a power so absolute it erases them completely. And our Taurus… he is a master of overwhelming force."
As if on cue, the scene on the monitor intensified. Taurus's hand shot out, fingers tangling brutally in the blonde's hair, dragging her head back. Her mouth fell away from him, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the engorged, pulsing head of his cock. It was monstrous, a thick, inhuman length of flesh that seemed to throb with its own dark life. Issei felt his own meagre ambitions shrivel and die in his pants.
"Your purpose begins now," Taurus's voice growled through the speakers, a low timbre that vibrated through the floorboards and up Issei's spine. He hauled the woman onto his lap, her legs locking around him as if by instinct. He drove into her with a single, powerful thrust that tore a guttural scream from her throat—a sound of exquisite agony and sublime pleasure.
He fucked her without rhythm or tenderness, a raw, brutal conquest that was less an act of lust and more an assertion of absolute dominion. The other women swarmed him, their hands roaming over his body, their mouths finding any patch of skin they could reach, their moans a chorus of decadent worship.
Akeno was panting now, her knuckles white where she gripped her own skirt. Her mind was a whirlwind of lust and cruel calculation. Issei's presence was a grating annoyance, his shocked silence and the pathetic scent of his inadequacy fouling the air. He was a weakness, a distraction from the god on the screen. He had to go.
~ Akeno Himejima ~
The heat in the clubroom was suffocating. It was pure, distilled lust rolling off Akeno in waves, and Issei felt like he was drowning in it. The sounds from the monitor—the wet slap of flesh, the sharp, keening cries of pleasure—were seared into his brain. The image of Taurus, had shattered something fundamental within him. The fledgling confidence he'd been building, the pride in becoming the Red Dragon Emperor, crumbled into dust. He was a child who had accidentally peeked into the world of adults, and the sight had left him broken.
Akeno turned to him, her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed a deep, vibrant crimson. Her sultry smile was gone, replaced by a mask of raw, animalistic need.
"Get out," she rasped, her voice thick and ragged.
Issei stared at her, uncomprehending. "S-Senpai…?"
"I said, GET OUT!" she snarled, her aura flaring. The force of it was a physical blow, shoving him back a step. "You've seen enough."
Stunned, humiliated, and reeling, Issei stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet as he fumbled for the doorknob. He cast one last look at the monitor, at the scene of absolute sexual conquest, and then at Akeno, whose hand was already sliding down her stomach, disappearing beneath the fabric of her skirt.
He fled, the heavy oak door slamming shut behind him, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing his exile.
Alone in the darkness, illuminated only by the flickering glow of the monitor, Akeno sank to her knees. Her hand dove beneath her skirt, her fingers finding her own slick, desperate heat. Her eyes never left the screen, never left the image of Taurus. His power, his dominance, his absolute reality, consumed her.
"Taurus…" she moaned, her voice a broken prayer. Her hips began to move, a frantic, furious rhythm that matched the brutal memory of his conquest. She fucked her own fingers, imagining his thickness, his power, his seed filling her, breaking her, remaking her in his image. The sounds of her own ragged breaths and wet, slapping flesh filled the empty room as she surrendered herself completely to the fantasy, her orgasm tearing through her in a violent, worshipful wave.
On the screen, Taurus let out a guttural roar, his hips pistoning with brutal, final force. He arched his back, his muscles coiling like steel cables as he flooded the screaming, weeping housewife, filling her with his essence, making her swell up obscenely until his balls were completely empty of his baby batter. Her body convulsed around him, her eyes rolling back in her head as she was utterly, completely undone.
All Akeno wished for in that moment, was to be in the place of the woman who had experienced pleasure far behind anyone else could bring her.
~ Issei Hyoudou ~
The night air of Kuoh Town was cold, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of the clubroom. Issei wandered aimlessly, his mind a maelstrom of confusion, inadequacy, and a strange, bitter jealousy. The world suddenly felt bigger, darker, and he felt infinitesimally small within it. Every shadow seemed to mock him, every passing couple a reminder of the carnal world he had just witnessed and his own pathetic inexperience.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the figures emerging from the alleyway until it was too late. The glint of light off black feathers, the cold, arrogant voice that cut through the night.
"Well, well. Look what we have here. A stray devil, all alone."
Issei looked up into the face of Dohnaseek, a Fallen Angel much like Raynare, who Rias had warned him about. He wasn't alone. Two others flanked him, their expressions promising pain.
"I thought Raynare took care of you," Dohnaseek sneered, his eyes fixed on Issei's trembling form. "Never mind. I will clean up her mess. As always".
Before Issei could even summon his Sacred Gear, a spear of light materialized in the Fallen's hand. Panic seized him. He was outmatched, alone, and utterly dejected. He was going to die.
The spear flew, a deadly projectile of holy energy. Issei cried out, throwing up his arms in a futile attempt to shield himself.
But the blow never landed.
A flash of crimson, and Rias was there, a demonic sigil flaring on the ground. Kiba and Koneko appeared beside her, their stances battle-ready.
"Gremory," Dohnaseek spoke, withdrawing his magic back. "You will protect a stray-devil? In your own area no less."
"He is my newest pawn, Fallen. Leave while I let you," Rias commanded, her eyes glowing with her family's signature Power of Destruction, daring the fallen angel to cross his limits.
Grunting, the man simply fled the scene, unwilling to fight against 3 devils at once.
They returned to the clubroom, the atmosphere heavy with the aftermath of the incident. Issei expected a lecture, or perhaps some comfort from Rias. What he didn't expect was the figure waiting for them inside.
Taurus stood by the window, now fully dressed, his arms crossed over his massive chest. His expression was placid, the pleasant, indulgent mood from days before seemingly returned.
"Everything alright?" he asked, his voice a calm rumble. "I felt a spike of demonic and holy energy nearby."
Rias rushed to his side, her earlier flustered state replaced by the serious demeanour of a King. "It was a Fallen Angel. He ambushed Issei."
Taurus's eyes flickered to Issei, taking in his dishevelled state, the lingering scent of fear clinging to him. He then looked at Rias.
"Was anyone harmed?" he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.
"No," Rias confirmed, a hint of pride in her tone. "We handled him, of course. He fled before they could do any real damage."
Taurus nodded slowly, his gaze sweeping over the members of the peerage. He looked at Issei, at the boy who, for all his faults, was now part of this family. A piece of his King's property. And by extension, something under his protection.
The pleasant mood vanished like a snuffed candle. The air in the room grew cold, heavy with a pressure that made it hard to breathe. The calm, indulgent demeanour was stripped away, revealing something ancient, predatory, and utterly terrifying beneath. A cold, black rage ignited in the depths of his eyes, a fury that promised utter annihilation.
"They dared to harm what belongs to my King," he stated, the words less a question and more a final judgment. His voice was no longer a warm rumble; it was the grinding of tectonic plates, the promise of an earthquake that would level mountains. "Let's hope fate is kind to them. Because I will not be."
Author's Notes
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