___ Two new transfer girls – Xenovia and Irina – show up in Issei’s class and then at his house, having heard a rumor that you become friends with devils by having sex with them.
They decide Issei is the perfect candidate, offer themselves to him on the spot, ___ The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Issei’s room as he sat on his bed, still processing what had just happened.
Two beautiful girls—Xenovia Quarta and Irina Shido—had transferred into his class that morning, and somehow, they were now standing in his bedroom, having convinced his parents to let them stay at the Hyoudou residence.
“Issei-san,” Xenovia said, her voice direct and serious.
Her blue hair fell past her shoulders, and her athletic body was barely concealed by the school uniform she still wore.
“We have heard a rumor.” Irina nodded beside her, her brown hair tied in twin tails, her expression equally earnest.
“About devils.
To become friends with them, one must engage in sexual intercourse.” Issei’s brain short-circuited.
“W-Wait, what?” “We have determined that you are the easiest candidate,” Xenovia continued, stepping closer.
“You are a devil yourself, are you not?
And you seem…
receptive.” “Receptive?” Issei’s voice cracked.
Irina smiled sweetly.
“You look at girls the way a starving man looks at food.
We noticed it in class.
So we thought, why not you?” Issei’s jaw dropped.
He had to be dreaming.
Two gorgeous girls, standing in his room, offering themselves to him?
This was every fantasy he’d ever had, wrapped in a bow and handed to him on a silver platter.
“This is a lottery win,” he muttered under his breath.
“I just won the lottery.” “Does that mean you accept?” Xenovia asked.
“Hell yes!” He practically shouted it, then coughed, trying to compose himself.
“I mean—yeah.
I’m all in.
One hundred percent.” Irina giggled.
“Good.
Then let’s begin.” She reached behind her back and unzipped her uniform top, letting it fall to the floor.
Beneath it, she wore a simple white bra that barely contained her breasts.
Her skin was pale and smooth, her shoulders delicate.
Xenovia followed suit, more aggressively.
She ripped her shirt open, buttons scattering across the room.
Her bra was black, her breasts larger than Irina’s, heavy and full.
She unfastened it with practiced ease, letting her boobs swing free.
“Touch them,” she commanded.
Issei didn’t need to be told twice.
He reached out, his hands trembling, and cupped Xenovia’s breasts.
They were warm, soft, and impossibly firm.
Her nipples were pink and already hard, pressing against his palms.
“Like this?” he asked, squeezing gently.
“Harder.” He squeezed harder, kneading her flesh, watching her expression.
A flicker of pleasure crossed her face.
He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling them, and she let out a low moan.
“Now me,” Irina said, stepping closer.
Her hands went to her skirt, pushing it down along with her panties.
She stood before him completely naked, her body slim but curvy in all the right places.
Her breasts were smaller than Xenovia’s, but her nipples were just as hard, her pussy already glistening with wetness.
Issei’s cock was painfully hard, straining against his pants.
He unbuckled his belt with clumsy fingers, freeing himself.
His erection stood tall, thick and ready.
Xenovia dropped to her knees in front of him, her blue eyes fixed on his cock.
“Irina, you take the top.
I will handle this.” She leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into her mouth.
Issei gasped, his head falling back.
Her tongue was hot and wet, swirling around the head before she took more of him, her lips sliding down his shaft.
Irina climbed onto the bed, positioning herself behind him.
Her arms wrapped around his chest as she pressed her naked body against his back, her nipples rubbing against his skin.
She kissed his neck, his shoulders, her hands roaming down his stomach.
“Fuck her mouth,” she whispered in his ear.
“Don’t hold back.” Issei grabbed Xenovia’s hair, tangling his fingers in her blue locks, and thrust his hips forward.
She took him deeper, gagging for a moment before relaxing her throat.
Her hands cupped his balls, massaging them as she sucked.
Irina moved around to the front, kneeling beside Xenovia.
She reached out and stroked his cock as Xenovia pulled back, licking the shaft from base to tip.
“Let me try,” Irina said.
She opened her mouth and took him inside, her technique softer, more teasing.
She sucked gently, her tongue tracing patterns along his length.
Xenovia watched impatiently, then pushed Irina aside.
“Enough foreplay.
I want to fuck him.” Xenovia stood and pushed Issei onto his back on the bed.
She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, her pussy hovering over his cock.
She reached down and guided him to her entrance, then lowered herself in one smooth motion.
“Ahh—” She threw her head back as his cock filled her, her inner walls clenching around him.
“Fuck, you’re big.” “T-Thank you?” She began to ride him, her hips rocking back and forth, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
Issei grabbed them, squeezing, pinching her nipples, making her moan louder.
Irina crawled up beside them, pressing her body against Issei’s side.
She took his hand and guided it to her own pussy, soaking wet.
“Touch me too,” she pleaded.
He slid two fingers inside her, fucking her with his hand while Xenovia fucked him with her body.
Irina moaned, grinding against his fingers, her juices coating his hand.
“That’s it,” Irina breathed.
“Don’t stop.” Issei felt the pressure building, his climax approaching.
But Xenovia was relentless, her pace increasing, her moans turning to cries.
“I’m close,” she gasped.
“I’m going to cum—” “Me too,” Issei groaned.
“Cum inside me,” she demanded.
“Fill me with your devil seed.” That was all it took.
He thrust upward, burying himself as deep as he could, and released, his cum flooding her pussy, hot and thick.
Xenovia’s body trembled as she came around him, her walls milking every drop.
She collapsed onto his chest, panting.
But Irina was still horny, her fingers slipping into her own pussy as she watched.
“My turn,” she said.
Issei grinned, his cock still hard despite having just cum.
He was a devil, after all.
Stamina was part of the package.
He pulled out of Xenovia and rolled over, pinning Irina beneath him.
She spread her legs wide, inviting him in.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Fuck me.” He didn’t need to be asked twice.
He thrust into her, her tight pussy gripping him like a glove.
She cried out, her nails digging into his back.
“Yes, yes, yes—” He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against hers, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.
He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting.
Xenovia watched from the side, her hand sliding between her own legs, fingering herself as she watched them.
“Fuck her good,” she said.
“Don’t let her off easy.” Issei obeyed.
He fucked Irina until she came, her body shaking, her moans filling the room.
And then he came again, his seed spilling inside her.
When it was over, the three of them lay tangled together on the bed, sweaty and satisfied.
Irina laughed breathlessly.
“I think we’re friends now.” Xenovia nodded.
“Definitely friends.” Issei grinned, his arms wrapped around both of them.
“Best friends ever.” He had definitely won the lottery.
Fun fact: Issei’s parents still think Xenovia and Irina are just really enthusiastic foreign exchange students doing a “friendship study group.”