[Issei Hyoudou]
"What the hell!?"
A high-pitched, completely feminine voice escaped my rosy lips, echoing through the room like the scream of someone who just stepped on a LEGO in the dark.
[User auto-save function activated.]
[System overloaded...]
[The system will enter hibernation for an indefinite period.]
[Good luck, user.]
For some reason, at the exact moment Romani was about to pierce my neck with the spear he held in his hand, the system's hidden auto-save function had triggered on its own, yanking me out of the alley and tossing me back to my room.
But that wasn't what was leaving me dumbstruck.
Breasts...
I had breasts...
There was a large pair of breasts on my body.
Tears slowly formed in my eyes as my gaze fell, reluctantly, upon the mirror in front of me.
Long brown hair cascaded over my shoulders in place of my usual short cut, but that was almost a secondary detail given the bigger picture. What stared back at me from the reflection was a body that looked like it had leaped straight from the pages of an adult manga, the kind where the heroine gets ravished by some bronze-skinned blond guy.
My breasts were large, full, and perfectly round, while my waist was thin, absurdly thin, creating an hourglass curve so pronounced it looked like it had been sculpted by hand by someone with serious self-censorship issues.
And my ass... my ass was the catastrophic centerpiece of this entire tragedy: round, perky, voluminous, and disturbingly soft, two perfectly symmetrical halves that jutted backward.
But as Murphy's Law dictates, if something can get worse, brother, it will.
And that something was my thighs, which were thick and fleshy, brushing against each other with every step as I tried, with zero dignity, to get used to my body's new and treacherous center of gravity.
But there was an even more urgent question looming over me like a death sentence.
I wasn't even sure my most important part had survived.
Please, God. It's me, your faithful follower. Please don't take my dearest friend from me.
Biting my lips, which were soft and plump, I moved my hand slowly and rested it on my waistband. I closed my eyes, swallowed hard, and in one single motion simply pulled my pants and underwear down.
An eternity passed in that second.
I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes, looking at the mirror in front of me... only to be greeted by a sight that buried once and for all any hope I still harbored.
Between my legs, where my most precious companion had once reigned supreme, there was now a pussy with thick, soft lips, a reddened clitoris adorning my new intimate anatomy like a beautiful crimson ruby.
"..."
"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!"
A scream of pure, unfiltered despair escaped my throat as hot tears began streaming down my face.
I lost my dragon. My great and glorious dragon is gone. I want to die.
{I don't quite know what to think of you. You call your own penis a dragon.}
Not now, Ddraig, I'm in mourning. I lost my penis before I even got to use it properly, and now I have breasts. I have a freaking pair of breasts and a pussy. It's a legitimate grieving process, and you're going to respect it.
In pure mutual despair and indignation, I pulled my shirt up, revealing the pair of monuments that now inhabited my chest.
They sprang free with a disconcerting independence, as though they had a life and personality of their own.
Each one seemed as large as a ripe melon. The skin was fair, soft, and faintly lustrous, with a velvety texture that made me hate the situation even more. At the center of each rounded mound, two thick, pink nipples stood out with a prominence that bordered on personal insult, reddened and sensitive, stiffened by the room's air as if they were taunting me.
I stared at them for far too long.
Then my body simply collapsed. I lay down on the floor in the fetal position, hugging myself with both arms as tears streamed silently down my face, and my hands, for reasons I'd rather not examine too closely, ended up squeezing my own breasts in the process.
I swear.
I swear I will kill you, Romani Oyama!!
I made that vow with all the solemnity a person crying on the floor while squeezing their own breasts can manage.
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[Romani Oyama]
"Achoo."
I raised my hand and scratched my nose, frowning slightly as I continued on my way home.
Someone is talking badly about me. I'll bet it's Issei.
Issei Hyoudou.
He called himself the protagonist of this world and made a point of acting the part. A little delusional, without a doubt, but undeniably strong. Not only did he seem to possess a system, but he also carried a Sacred Gear of considerable rank.
I was beginning to suspect he was a transmigrant, just like me.
The premise was absurd, obviously. Two transmigrants in the same universe, the same city, practically running into each other. But at this point in the game, after everything I had witnessed since I woke up in this body in Kuoh, I had already learned that doubting anything was a luxury.
It was precisely as that thought crossed my mind that something happened in front of me. Something I wasn't expecting, and that probably wasn't in the day's script.
"Oh my! My clothes... they're everywhere!"
A feminine voice, slightly desperate, reached my ears.
I stopped.
In the middle of the sidewalk, a nun was lying face-down on the ground, her backside inexplicably thrust up toward the sky, clutching scattered clothes as her rear end and a white pair of underwear were left completely exposed.
"..."
This world is certainly quite strange.
I blinked a few times, processing the scene with the composure of someone who had already accepted that reality is merely a suggestion. The girl kept lying face-down, frantically gathering the clothing items that had apparently escaped from what was presumably a suitcase, muttering things under her breath with an expression of profound embarrassment.
Hmm.
Very nice underwear, by the way.
Without worrying too much about moral considerations, I slipped my hand into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and documented the moment for posterity.
Memories are important.
But, setting aside the historical documentation...
Why was there a nun in Kuoh? This was demon territory, under the direct influence of the Gremory Clan. The Church had no official presence in Japan to begin with, a country historically more inclined toward Shintoism than Catholicism.
A nun here, in this particular city, wasn't just unusual.
It was suspicious.
The possibilities were numerous, and none of them were particularly reassuring. Was she in Kuoh as a spy? Sent to investigate demonic activity? Was she a disguised exorcist waiting for the right moment to turn me to ashes?
Man, thinking about this is so exhausting. Where's Detective Pikachu when you need him?
What made the situation even more puzzling was the fact that the girl in front of me emitted absolutely no aura of a combatant.
She simply seemed... lost. A lost girl who had tripped and dropped her suitcase, murmuring embarrassment into the ground as she tried to recover what remained of her dignity, which at this point wasn't much.
I sighed and walked over.
"Hey, miss...? Can I help?"
The girl turned around, and what I saw was a pair of wide green eyes staring at me with the exact expression of a lost puppy that had just found its owner again. Her excitement was immediate and completely disproportionate for someone who had just met a stranger on the street.
She had a medium build, with long straight blond hair falling over her shoulders and an appearance so genuinely innocent it seemed almost impossible. In contrast with her innocent looks, she had full breasts that her conservative clothing couldn't conceal, and an adorable face with soft features. Her habit was dark teal with light-blue details, with a white veil over her head, a brown leather bag strapped crosswise at her right hip, and brown boots with black cross-straps. A silver crucifix hung delicately from her neck.
Looking at her, everything about her conveyed the impression that she was incapable of harming a fly.
Finding her quite cute, I extended my hand toward her, helping her to her feet before she brushed the dust off her clothes.
"Oh! Do you speak Italian? That's great! Nice to meet you, I'm Asia Argento. I... got lost along the way, tripped and scattered my clothes everywhere, and I didn't know what to do anymore."
Interesting.
It seems the passive ability demons possess to understand and communicate in any language is working.
But apparently she simply doesn't know I'm a demon, or she's putting on a very convincing act.
Either this girl was genuinely oblivious to the supernatural and had noticed absolutely nothing, or she was a first-rate consummate actress.
"Yes, one could say I know a little Italian." Stifling a yawn, I crouched down to help her gather the last of the clothes scattered on the ground. "So... what brings a girl like you to Kuoh?"
She looked at me with a radiant smile as I placed her clothes back in the suitcase.
"Hmm! I was assigned to the church in this city. I'm glad I found such a kind soul as yourself. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but I have a terrible sense of direction and always end up getting lost. It must be the Lord's doing."
My thoughts turned inward with polite suspicion.
Asia seemed quite kind and naive, and it was even more unbelievable that she wasn't acting. Everything about her so far pointed to her being a genuinely innocent girl.
"But isn't that church abandoned?"
Asia tilted her head with a slightly confused expression upon hearing my words.
"Abandoned? Really? Do you happen to know where it is? Could you help me find it? I've been trying to get there for hours..." She raised her hand, scratching her cheek with genuine dejection in her voice.
She really is terrible with directions.
But before I could respond, a sound interrupted me.
Hearing a beast-like rumble echo through the street, I lazily raised my head toward the source of the noise.
My eyes landed on Asia, who had her head lowered and her hands covering her abdomen, her face red with an expression of pure mortification in her eyes.
"I also haven't eaten since yesterday. I'm sorry for being such a bother!"
My goodness. She's quite an adorable little creature.
"Don't worry. Would you like to have lunch with me?" Since she looked exactly like an abandoned puppy, I couldn't help but want to pamper her a little.
She waved her arms rapidly, as if the mere suggestion had startled her.
"N-no, I could never take advantage of your kindness!"
"You won't be. It's just lunch, I can afford it without any trouble. You won't be a burden."
Even so, she shook her head no.
"Well... I just don't want to eat alone. Are you really going to turn down my company?" Let's see how she gets out of this check.
She opened her mouth to protest again, but her stomach interrupted her with a second announcement, even more eloquent than the first. Asia closed her eyes, defeated, and gave a shy nod with her face flushed red.
Victory for the demon over a blond-haired saint.
Author's Note: Well... Issei is not having a good day. Meanwhile, Asia has finally entered the story. As expected, she remains one of the purest and most adorable characters in the entire series. I'm sure nothing bad will happen to her. Probably.