While Jiro was busy shopping for the newest immigrant to this world, three other boys were leaving Kuoh Academy in the opposite direction, skipping out on club activities and in some cases quite literally skipping as they enthusiastically journeyed towards the church that had changed their lives and made them into men.
It was a heady feeling, after so long pining and dreaming and fantasising, they had stepped up and gotten between the legs of an otherworldly beauty, bestowing them a new sense of confidence that had so plainly radiated off of them that Aika had decried them as traitors when they entered homeroom that morning.
And now they were going back for more!
Of course it would be better if the area around the church wasn’t full of creepy old guys who leered at them and subtly showed off guns and swords.
They were clearly just jealous Nanael didn’t like them, but it was still pretty intimidating for three regular high school boys to endure as they made their way to the church without being directly stopped, and barged open the doors with resurgent bravado to behold the beauty who had graduated them.
Nanael was floating limply in the air, leafing through a magazine and sipping a drink through a straw, the drink being held up by a statue-like Mittelt.
Raynare and Dohnaseek were both varnishing the wooden pews, while Kalawarner was polishing brass light fixtures up on the ceiling.
Even though Nanael was the only one who actually had any interest in the boys, Issei still grinned at seeing the other fallen angel beauties present, certain that they would soon become part of his harem.
“Nanael-chan!
We came to play!” he called out with a big grin, skipping into the church.
“Oh, harem boy number one!” the angel turned to look, smiling happily, which did not at all take away from the sting of how she’d just referred to him.
“At least call me the harem king!” he complained, his energetic approach floundering to a halt.
“Woah hold up, how come he gets to be harem boy number one?!” As bad as Issei had it, someone always had it worse as Matsuda stomped his foot and waved his arm in protest.
“Hmm?” Nanael tilted her head adorably, tossing her magazine aside although it managed to still land neatly atop the altar while she held up both her hands with forefingers extended and held apart from one another.
“I’m ranking you by size, harem boy number two.” “Uooogh…” that pathetic noise was the sound of Motohama’s soul leaving his body.
“Hey, don’t look so down harem boy number three, you’ve got lots of energy, and girls like that!” Nanael reassured him, but this wasn’t enough for Issei, even being number one in a girl’s harem was insufficient for he was the one that was supposed to have the harem!
“Unacceptable!” he declared stridently.
“I’m going to be the harem king, and I’m going to make all you supernatural babes mine!” The scathing looks he got from the fallen angels did not deter him in the least, not with his pride on the line.
Nor did Nanael looking at him like he was an idiot.
Issei would take a bokken to the face if it let him see a girl’s boobs, these kinds of discouraging looks were like water off a duck’s back!
“These fallen angels don’t even like you.
In fact I’m not sure if they’re even capable of positive emotions,” she pointed out, gesturing to her followers.
“I like you, young man,” Dohnaseek declared in a creepy voice, his eyes seeming to bulge under the shadow of his fedora and making Issei recoil where the disapproval of the girls could not.
“See that’s just proving my point,” Nanael scoffed, but then a thoughtful look appeared on her face.
“Actually though, that just gave me an idea!” shifting so she was standing rather than just floating limply in the air, her features grew more animated as she pointed at the boys.
“You’re all great harem members, very excitable and energetic, which I like.
But you’re still rough around the edges, inexperienced and unfamiliar with a woman’s body.” “We’re willing to learn, Nanael-chan!
Anything you can teach us!” Matsuda declared, his spirits rising, while a faint burble from Motohama suggested he might be recovering as well.
“In this case it’s not me that’s going to be teaching you,” Nanael grinned, clapping her gloved hands together.
“Loligoth!
Turtleneck!
Spiked Shoulders!
Line up!” Perhaps understanding what was coming, the three fallen angel beauties wore distressed looks as they nonetheless obeyed Nanael and stood in the space between the pews and the altar.
“You three need to learn your way around a woman’s body, so these rejects will be your exam.
Give her a nice relaxing back massage, and if you make her moan you pass!” sticking her tongue out cutely, Nanael gave the boys a thumbs up.
“But if you can’t, you’ll be taking a remedial course by massaging Dohnaseek’s stinky feet!” her thumb turned downwards.
“That’s what it takes for you to use my name?” the solitary male fallen angel complained.
While Issei was shuddering over that potential fate however, his companions leapt into action.
“Gimme that cute blonde loli!” “Time to see the puppies under that sweater!” Matsuda and Motohama descended on their preferred targets, but unlike the last pick when deciding on a soccer team, the remaining fallen angel was still a delectable beauty that Issei had zero qualms about being matched with.
“Alright Raynare-chan, I’ll treat you real good!” he promised as he approached the raven-haired stunner.
“Tch, I’d sooner die than moan for a brat like you,” she scoffed, but unable to resist Nanael she still obediently laid herself out, just as the other two were doing.
Kalawarner looked rather demure as she took off her sweater, shyly covering her huge though rather sunburnt looking breasts before they found themselves flattened against the ground.
Mittelt on the other hand just savagely unlaced her dress to show a glimpse of petite mounds before she too laid herself out with a huffy look.
Raynare, basically just wearing a bikini anyway, still gave him a peek as she undid some leather straps that set her bountiful melons jiggling before she laid herself out.
And then the boys got to work!
Sinfully soft and creamy pale skin dimpling under Issei’s fingers as he started to probe the flesh between her spine and her shoulderblade.
There was no reaction from her, so he shifted onto his knees and pressed down with both hands, a happy thought of how her breasts must be getting squashed into the carpet from it – in fact he could see some serious sideboob squishing out at her flanks!
But she certainly wasn’t moaning from it.
“Pathetic, is this all you can do?” she berated him.
Mittelt was similarly acerbic towards Matsuda, while Kalawarner wondered what Nanael could see in such inept boys.
No, he couldn’t stop like this!
No matter how enticing Raynare’s sideboob squish was, he had to focus on her back… internally he berated himself for not knowing about muscle groups, for not being a dutiful son and giving his mother back rubs after dinner, he was truly inexperienced and clueless, this would be so much easier if he could just grab Raynare’s boobs and go to town on them!
I need to be stronger!
That realisation crystallised in his mind as Raynare muttered disparagingly over his ‘feeble efforts’, and Issei grit his teeth, forcing his weight down on the fallen angel’s back, digging his fingers in and trying to get some sort of reaction from her.
Come on Issei, full power, if you falter here you’ll never be a harem king!
“Oh boy, you girls are tough customers aren’t you?
Well it’s all good training.
Flasher Coat, you should take your shoes off,” Nanael commented wickedly from where she was watching three high school boys try to draw moans out of thoroughly unimpressed fallen angels.
“Not like this… not like this…!” his vision blurred from unshed tears and stalwart effort, Issei reached deep in himself, trying to drag out his very best if it would drag a moan from Raynare’s throat.
Boost!
“Nngh…!” it was soft, but was that a grunt from Raynare?
Her body tensed up under him, and Issei redoubled his efforts at the point on her lower back that had drawn out his first response from her.
So focused on it he never even noticed the glow shining from his forearm as he clumsily massaged her silky-smooth skin.
“Boost!” He heard it that time, all eyes focusing on Issei now as a heady feeling of power surged through him.
“Come on Raynare, you like it when I do this, don’t you?” he grinned with manic energy, red scales appearing over his arm, a circular green gem on the back of his hand.
“Boost!” “Ahhhn~” A sinful noise of pleasure escaped Raynare’s lips, and though her hands snapped over her mouth and her cheeks burned red it was too late.
Roused by the presence of the supernatural, threatened by a fate most dire, Issei’s hidden destiny had sprung forth and all eyes beheld the inheritance of the Red Dragon Emperor which now laid bare on his arm.
To the victor went the spoils.
While Matsuda and Motohama cried and rubbed Dohnaseek’s feet, the creepy sex predator looking fallen angel lounging above them on one of the pews while a shame-faced Raynare fidgeted under the judgmental scrutiny of Mittelt and Kalawarner, Issei got to luxuriate in his reward.
Nanael’s cute butt shimmying on his lap while her plump breasts filled his hands, his to massage and knead as much as he wanted!
“I knew I had a good feeling about you, Issei-kun!” he’d even earned name privileges for surpassing what was clearly meant to be an impossible trial, and indeed it had taken a lot out of him so his hands weren’t nearly as firm now as they’d been on Raynare at the end there.
Not that Nanael didn’t seem to be enjoying the heavy petting she was indulging in with him.
“I wonder what other surprises are out there.
That school you go to is the centre of this town, isn’t it?” “It’s where the overseeing devils have made their base, Nanael-sama,” Kalawarner broke off from silently judging Raynare to provide information.
“Well, the entrance exams are really hard, you’ve got to be the best to get in!” Matsuda added, leaning far away from the foot he was rubbing.
“Plus there’s guys like Kiba that are so unfairly handsome the girls all call him a prince,” Motohama scoffed bitterly.
The flow got Issei to provide his own factoid, “And even the overweight anime club guy is a secret enlightened martial artist!” Nanael hummed with interest at that, while her hips lightly rocked up and down on Issei’s crotch, before she declared, “That’s it, I’ve decided!
I’m taking over that school as the new Queen of Kuoh!” — I was kind of buzzing as we made our way home.
I’d won a fight!
And those guys were big, older, and clearly went to the gym.
But it had been easy!
The first one just tossed ass over teakettle like it was nothing, and the second couldn’t even touch me even when I left openings, messing around a bit and practising my new kung fu skills for real.
Sure they were just regular guys, in a world of supernatural monsters it wasn’t anything to write home about.
I’m not entirely sure if I could’ve handled those demon dogs from Kyoto that I was now able to actually remember being so scared by last year, but for a guy like me that’s always had to back down when things get physical?
It felt great!
I’d impressed Kaori and Saeko too, which was even better!
My prestige as a man was through the roof!
Although given how Saeko had literally lifted that guy into the air when she’d kicked him, I’m pretty sure she could’ve handled them both just fine, but that didn’t stop me from basking in her appreciative regard as we finally made it back to my apartment.
Which smelled really nice.
That candle had done its job well, and so there was no embarrassment over the smell when bringing a girl home for the first time.
Kaori didn’t count since she’d just teleported straight inside.
“Make yourself at home,” I invite as we slip off our shoes and step into my humble abode, six tatami of living space not counting the kitchen and bathroom.
“Thank you for your hospitality,” Saeko says politely as she enters and looks around.
There isn’t that much to see, I wasn’t really one for decorating.
So long as I could see something fun on a computer screen I wasn’t really fussed about art.
Probably for the best I’d never gotten into collecting waifu figurines or gotten myself a hug pillow, that would’ve been embarrassing, though I still feel a little self-conscious over how barren my living space is.
In fact the only decoration is the dildo statue, currently gleaming pink in the far corner of the room.
Setting down my schoolbag and our shopping, I gesture over towards the bathroom.
“Bathroom’s there if you wanna take a shower or anything,” I’m not being creepy, the girl probably hasn’t had access to running water for a while!
“I’m gonna be putting the laundry on and we can have dinner afterwards?” See, so not creepy I was actually going to leave the apartment entirely while she showered.
I am a gentleman!
“Oh, in that case can you wash these as well?” Saeko tugs at the bottom of her top, which unfortunately spurs some ungentlemanly thoughts.
Fortunately or unfortunately depending on your point of view she doesn’t just strip off in front of me, instead she vanishes into the bathroom.
But that meant she did pop her head out with a towel wrapped around her to hand over her clothes after I’d gathered up my own laundry as well as Kaori’s old human-sized clothing.
Kaori’s underwear was nice, but nothing really eye-catching, it was more what it covered that excited the imagination rather than anything of the design itself.
The same could not be said for the lacy black bra and panties that were artfully placed atop the folded up skirt and sailor blouse that she handed towards me.
“Those are nice!” Kaori speaks up on my behalf as I courageously withhold comment.
“I would’ve expected something more practical for fighting zombies.” “A woman should have her pride, no matter the circumstances,” Saeko says sagely, before she turns her stark blue eyes my way.
“Remember to wash them as delicates, Jiro-kun.” “You got it!” I nod seriously, before taking the load downstairs to the building’s shared laundry room.
There’s four apartments, though only one besides mine is currently occupied, my neighbour being a college student though we’ve never really talked.
There’s no one else around as I start separating loads and filling machines, taking my time with it so Saeko will hopefully be finished by the time I get back.
It gives me time to ruminate over how fucked I am.
Financially, that is.
It’s not like I’m bad off, my Dad sends me plenty of money so not only can I cover essentials but I have enough money to live a life, buy videogames, treat myself to takeout when I want, buy gifts family birthdays.
It’s enough to build up some savings since I don’t really have much of a social life, there’s no outings bleeding into it.
But buying a bunch of girls’ clothing, even with our bargain-hunting methods, had taken a cleaver to my bank account.
That pizza yesterday had been a godsend, though with another mouth to feed it probably won’t last beyond tomorrow… and shit, Saeko’s going to need breakfast and lunch.
Maybe I can scrounge enough to make lunchboxes for us?
Cafeteria curry bread is off the menu, as are vending machines.
There’s food in the kitchen, but I’m not sure I can stretch it out to the end of the month.
Maybe I can get an erection and my power will provide, but it’s just as likely to send over another mouth to feed.
It’s not like I can stop getting boners so it’s going to happen one way or another, but doing it deliberately and hoping for salvation feels like it’d just make things worse.
Though speaking of my power, could it already provide?
If that robot vacuum cleaner hadn’t been broken it would’ve made some money at a pawn shop.
I’d sell that gun if I could, but there’s no way I can actually do that legally, and it’s not as if I have criminal contacts.
Then there’s the dildo statue, it’d probably be worth something at a pawn shop, but it definitely feels like it has some secret I’ve yet to uncover.
What if it grants wishes or something?
Despite how useless it seems, I can’t just offload it for pocket money.
I might just have to call Dad and beg for money.
That’s not a conversation I want to have, I’m supposed to be independent and self-reliant, he’s going to think I’ve fucked up somehow.
I could try and pretend Saeko’s my gold-digging girlfriend of expensive tastes, but that’s still a pretty pathetic look.
Once more wishing I’d thought to demand some compensation from those guys in the alleyway earlier, I head back upstairs while the washing machines churn.
And… wow.
Saeko’s out of the shower.
Her hair’s damp and bundled up in a messy bun at the back of her head.
And with all her clothes currently in the wash she’s helped herself to one of my old shirts.
Naturally loose on her frame given our respective builds, the white cotton drapes over her shoulders with enough buttons undone to show some cleavage, her arms swimming in the baggy sleeves while the bottom of the shirt hangs down just far enough over her thighs to keep her modest, while I can only imagine she’s got no underwear on beneath.
My power doesn’t activate immediately on seeing her, but it’s fucking close, okay?
Speaking of her being a fake girlfriend, she is absolutely rocking the ‘boyfriend’s shirt’ look.
“Welcome home, Jiro-kun.” Ahhh, my heart melts a little on hearing her demure greeting, she really is like a girlfriend, no, a wife!
“H-hey,” I answer, a shameful little quaver in my voice as I slip my shoes off and step in, the smell of tomato and cheese and grease cutting through the sweet candy apple scent otherwise present.
“We decided to start warming up dinner, I hope you don’t mind.
It should be ready to eat soon,” Saeko says gently without addressing my stutter.
“Also I had to borrow this, Kaori-san said it would be fine,” she raises up her arm, the cuff on the end of the sleeve falling loosely over most of her hand at the end of it which looks altogether adorable.
“Look at his face, of course it’s fine,” Kaori says smugly, fluttering into the air behind Saeko’s shoulder and crossing her arms.
It’s funny, I’ve had all day to get used to Kaori’s outrageously sexualised succubus cosplay, but the sight of a girl wearing one of my own shirts is affecting me this hard.
I know I’m blushing as I walk over towards the table and sit down on the floor, brusquely saying, “Anyway how about we get eating?
Pizza smells good!” [3-10 Blue Archive Nutrient-rich Multivitamin Jellies A bottle full of gummy candy that’s enriched with vitamins.
Fun to eat, and healthy too!] Well fuck.
Much as I might try to play it cool, act normal and sit down where I can conceal anything untoward, the light thump of a plastic bottle appearing on the table in front of me makes clear my filthy mind.
It doesn’t help that Kaori immediately laughs and flutters over to land on the table so she can examine the newest product of my stupid power.
Even Saeko covers an elegant giggle with her hand and says, “You’re remarkably honest, Jiro-kun.” “Well, you know what?” I try and draw together some dignity as I look at the bottle too, a bunch of red and yellow gummy bears all crammed inside with a cheerful pastoral label advertising it as ‘Nutrient-rich Multivitamin Jellies’, “I was just thinking about how tight the food budget is going to be, so it’s nice that my power has provided.
These can be our dessert.” “That’s a problem, isn’t it?
You know I’ve got money in my purse, and I can’t spend it.
You can have that,” Kaori offers, which is enough for me to retract all the horrible things I’ve thought about her morals.
I bow my head reverently towards her tiny figure.
“Thank you Kaori-sama.
This one is indebted to your financial largesse.” “You can thank me by summoning something more magical than candy next time!” she fires back, but there’s a friendly energy to her voice which I can appreciate.
“I’m sorry I haven’t thought to carry money on me for some time, but I’ll help where I can,” Saeko offers her own contribution to the household.
“To start with, by serving dinner,” and she goes to do that, while Kaori rummages in her purse, flying back to wave a handful of crisp thousand yen bills before my eyes that were otherwise engaged watching Saeko’s behind as she retrieved the pizza from the grill used to reheat it.
It’s some sort of chicken and pepper and mushroom combination, which along with some garlic doughballs and a bottle of Mountain Dew makes for a hearty dinner for the three of us.
Despite the many downsides, Kaori being so small at least makes feeding her an easy job.
She can’t even finish one of the gummies by herself when we move onto dessert, but I’m happy to take the rest off her.
Just tastes like a gummy sweet, I’ll take the label’s word that it’s full of vitamins and nutrients and not just sugar.
Saeko volunteers to do the dishes afterwards, and I let her as I do have a busy evening planned.
Speaking of.
“Hey, Kaori-chan, do you think you can do me another favour and do my homework?” She looks at me incredulously, and okay yeah, it does sound kind of shitty when I just ask her like that, so I hurry to elaborate.
“I’m not asking to be lazy so I can sit around playing video games and watching anime!” Though I would like to do that, I haven’t had any time for my shows these last couple of days!
“You remember we were talking about my medical knowledge earlier?
I need to start writing that stuff down, that’s gonna be a big project.” “Okay, well that makes sense,” she looks to calm down a bit in the face of my reason, “But Jiro-kun, I can hardly use a pen when I’m this size.” Oh yeah, that is a problem.
Luckily Saeko can easily hear us from the kitchen so she volunteers herself, “I can try doing it for you, Jiro-kun.
It’ll help me get mentally prepared for going to school again tomorrow anyway.” She’s so great.
So after I show Saeko what pages in my workbooks need to be completed, I park myself in front of my laptop, open up a word processor, and… Huh.
Yeah, this is actually really hard.
Like all the knowledge is here in my head, and if you were to prompt me and say, “Hey Jiro, we’ve got a patient in cardiac arrest,” I’ll know what that means and what to do, but when it comes to transcribing my knowledge in a format that can be shared with other people… where do I even start?
This isn’t an isekai where I can rock up to the local primitives, turn my chair around backwards to sit on it and say, “Yo, have you guys ever thought about crop rotation?” without even knowing what nitrogen is.
This is medicine!
It’s complex and exacting.
And although I know my knowledge is futuristic, I don’t really know where the border is, what might just be something a typical doctor already knows, or what might currently be being researched in a university somewhere.
The sound of Saeko’s pen scratching over the page where she sits on the opposite side of the table mocks me.
She’s there being productive, putting her head down and getting to work, while I’m just sitting here spacing out.
Okay, I need a problem to tackle, something directed.
Wait, hadn’t I seen something on the news the other day?
Japan’s ageing population, the struggles of caring for older people with dementia?
That’s it.
As soon as I latch onto that idea, solutions start bubbling up.
A medicine that restores neuro-elasticity, there’s no way that kind of thing already exists.
But I know how to make it.
I even know the name for it.
‘Shonoclactrase’.
A web search shows nothing by that name, and I do a little light digging into dementia medications before I’m confident this is something I can share with the world.
My medical knowledge unfortunately doesn’t come with the essay-writing skills a graduate might be expected to have, but still I get to writing.
First outlining the chemical formula of the molecule, then describing the clinical effects and treatment regimen, before I get into the process of synthesising it.
Luckily it’s entirely conventional – some of the stuff I know how to make relies on blatantly demonic sources which naturally won’t be available here (unless there’s something really weird in those gummies we’d rather trustingly eaten), but this is definitely something you could just make in a lab.
There are side effects of course, chances of dizziness and nausea, potential blood clotting issues… it’s not a perfect wonder medicine, but I know the risks of harm from those side effects is very low, and they are treatable.
But it’s a risk I need to outline here, doing my due diligence.
Not only that but looking at it more broadly, this drug isn’t just a silver bullet for dementia, there are plenty of learning disabilities it can treat too.
Also even if you’re perfectly healthy, taking it can have a small but clinically significant impact on memory retention, I could see it being popular among stressed students.
I could make so much money from this.
If I could actually sell it.
No matter how well written my document here is, and I’m not even sure it would manage a good grade at any university, no one’s going to buy this from a random high school student.
Putting it out there for free of course does make me feel good in a moral sense, but I know some company’s just going to scoop it up and make billions.
Which feels really bad.
But all the same, even under the worst conditions getting it out there is better than keeping it locked up uselessly inside my head.
I have to take a break to go and put the laundry into the dryer or else bring it up to hang out the window in the case of Saeko’s delicates, which hopefully won’t lure any panty thieves, but soon I’m back to writing and after she’s finished doing my homework for me Saeko is willing to take on the task of ironing clothes and airing out the spare futon, proving she really is wife material with her household management skills and leaving me free to take on the big manly task of revolutionising medicine.
And really, framed like that, I can’t begrudge my power.
There’s so much good it can bring to the world, my own inconveniences are trivial in the face of the lives this could better.