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"At first, I thought it was just a coincidence that Hyoudou shared the same last name as the infamous Magus Killer, but now..." Rias trailed off, her eyes following the movement of her familiar as it flew into the living room and perched itself nearby to give its report. "Ah... that explains why he didn't come back."
'No sense in being upset with him, then... but he's still getting an earful at the club tomorrow for breaking his promise.' Rias sighed inwardly, a flicker of hurt passing through her. It stung a little, knowing it took a beautiful blonde foreigner to make him forget her so completely.
Akeno tilted her head, a trace of curiosity in her voice. "Ara~ Do you think his parents already know he's a devil now?"
Rias smiled faintly. "Without a doubt. It seems they dealt with our little Fallen problem the moment they realized what had happened to their son." She let out a soft sigh of relief. "Although... it looks like they're doing everything they can to keep their children from knowing about their connection to the Moonlit World."
"Ara~ Ara~ Won't that come back to bite them," Akeno teased, a glint in her eyes, "now that their son's been reincarnated as your pawn?"
Rias frowned, the shift in her expression immediate and sharp. "Don't even think about it," she warned, her tone carrying just enough weight to pierce the playful atmosphere. "I know it's only a matter of time before the truth comes to light, but it would be better if Issei heard it from them directly rather than learning it through someone else."
"Oh~ I didn't know you were already on a first-name basis with your new pawn~" Akeno leaned in slightly, her teasing tone lilting like silk over thorns. "Should your fiancé be worried?"
Rias's eyes narrowed, and her entire posture stiffened with sudden fury. Her aura flared-not enough to shake the room, but enough that the temperature seemed to dip.
Her voice cracked like a whip.
"DON'T YOU DARE MENTION THAT MAN EVER AGAIN! THAT IS AN ORDER FROM YOUR KING!"
Akeno held her hands up in mock surrender, "Very well, I won't talk about him again, but you'll have to tell our new kouhai about him soon. Especially if you want to get him ready for our upcoming Rating Game."
...
Once the morning came, Issei quickly found himself waking up to the familiar sight of his two little sisters clinging tightly to his arms.
Smiling to himself, he almost wished he didn't have to get up.
Almost.
They still had to wake up and get ready for school.
Admittedly, he was a bit disappointed that the weekend hadn't lasted longer-especially because he'd lost an entire day to a date that ultimately ended with him nearly being killed.
The memory caused him to frown as the image of Raynare piercing his gut briefly flashed in his mind. He'd have to pay that bitch back for what she did to him. But for now, he needed to focus on adjusting to his new life as a devil.
Which didn't really have as much of an effect on his life as he thought it would.
Granted, he'd only really been a devil for a full day, so he hadn't yet had the chance to encounter any of the downsides-no thirst for blood, no sudden aversion to sunlight, and definitely no ominous cravings for souls. So far, so good. Thankfully, his new master was going to give him a more in-depth explanation later.
"Onii-chan~"
Issei's eyes snapped open, a chill crawling down his spine as a sing-song voice cut through the quiet morning air like a blade.
He turned his head slowly, almost fearfully, to look down.
There, still half-buried beneath the covers and blinking up at him with sleepy eyes and a mischievous smile, was his little sister. Her hair was tousled, her voice syrupy sweet.
"Come give your little sis a kiss~"
There was a long pause.
Yeah, no.
It was definitely time to wake up. He wasn't about to start his day by getting roped into Illya's shenanigans-especially not whatever this was shaping up to be. Not before breakfast.
With a tired groan, Issei began to sit up, rubbing his eyes and bracing himself for whatever chaos she had cooked up this time. He caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye-Illya was already on the move, eyes half-lidded in mischief, puckering her lips in exaggerated fashion as she crawled toward him.
"Onii-chan~ Just one little kiss~!"
Yeah, no.
But before he could properly recoil or say anything, divine intervention arrived in the form of Miyu.
Still half-asleep, Miyu mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over at just the right moment-directly between them.
Illya, committed and unaware, leaned in-
Smooch.
Right on Miyu's cheek.
There was a beat of stunned silence.
Then Miyu's eyes fluttered open slowly, her expression blank-before freezing in absolute horror as a blushed quickly bloomed on her face while Illya, equally red, realized what she'd just done.
Issei blinked.
"...Yep. Definitely time to wake up," he muttered more to himself than anyone else.
Unfortunately, the universe had apparently decided that now was the perfect time to test the limits of his patience-and survival instincts.
The door burst open with a bang that rattled the frame.
"Issei!" came the shrill, furious voice of Sella as she stormed into the room like divine judgment given form... only to freeze, her eyes widening in what could only be described as horrified silence.
Her gaze flicked from Illya-still hovering with her lips far too close to Miyu's cheek-to Miyu, now bright red and clutching the blanket to her chin, to Issei, who was caught dead center in the middle of the world's worst misunderstanding.
Sella's entire body went rigid.
Yep. Here it comes.
Having seen enough anime-and lived enough of this kind of idiotic sitcom nightmare-to know exactly where this was going, Issei immediately threw both hands into the air as if facing down a SWAT team.
"I want you to know," he announced quickly, "that I will retaliate if you hit me!"
He wasn't bluffing. He would actually do it if Sella attempted do do what he expected her to do. In the end, he knew it was futile to resist but he at least hoped it would get her to pause for a minute.
Then Sella's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping into a low, dangerous whisper.
"...You perverted delinquent."
"No, no, no-this isn't even my fault!"
"I leave you alone for one night, and this-this-is what I find in the morning? Have you no shame?!"
"I was asleep!"
"You were plotting, I know that face!"
"I just woke up!"
Sella was already reaching for her slipper.
Issei screamed.
From beneath the covers, Illya was giggling far too hard to be innocent. Miyu groaned softly and dragged the blanket over her head.
...
Once Sella finally ran out of steam-and slipper swings-Issei barely had time to groan before she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off down the hallway like a sack of sinful potatoes.
Illya and Miyu could only stare in stunned silence, still bundled in their pajamas, as their older brother disappeared around the corner.
"Sella..." Illya mumbled, blinking rapidly. "Sella's really mad, huh?"
"She dragged him into the bathroom," Miyu replied, voice as flat as always, though the faintest blush dusted her cheeks. "...With no regard for gender boundaries."
"She forgot he's a boy again, didn't she?"
"Seems likely."
Meanwhile, in the aforementioned bathroom, Issei's hands scrambled against the doorframe in a vain attempt to claw his way back to safety.
"Wait! Waitwaitwait-Sella, I can bathe myself! I always bathe myself!"
"Nonsense," Sella replied curtly, her tone clipped and businesslike despite the rising redness in her cheeks. "You clearly can't be trusted to maintain basic hygiene, considering the depravity I just walked in on!"
"That wasn't depravity, that was a sleep pile! Do you know what those are?! It's like a cuddle puddle but with siblings-siblings, Sella!"
"They were on top of you."
"That wasn't intentional!"
"Hands. Everywhere."
"You know full well," he growled as he tried one last time to wedge his foot against the doorjamb, "that if I was actually plotting something perverted, it would've been with you and Liz!"
There was a moment of stillness. Just a breath.
Then-
Whack!
The wash bucket came down squarely on the top of his head.
"OW-okay, bad joke! Bad joke, I admit it!"
"I knew it!" she snapped, her voice flustered now in a way that was somehow way more terrifying. "You do think about those kinds of things, you absolute hormonal heathen!"
"You literally walked in on me sleeping and just decided I was guilty!"
"You are guilty! I've seen your browser history!"
"That was once! Once when I forgot to clear-wait, why are we talking about this while I'm naked?!"
"You're not even undressed ye-get in the shower!"
"HELP MEEEE-!"
Back in the hallway, Illya tilted her head as the sound of splashing water and muffled protests echoed through the halls.
"You think we should go rescue him?" Illya asked, half-joking, half-concerned as another shout echoed from down the hall.
Miyu blinked once, expression blank. "I think we'd just get dragged into the bathroom with him," she replied dryly. "And I really don't want to see my brother naked."
"...Yeah. Fair." Illya nodded slowly, then gave a wistful glance in the direction of the chaos. "Still... poor Onii-chan."
Of course, Miyu knew Illya was lying through her teeth, she'd seen how her adoptive sister would try to sneak into the bathroom whenever Issei was trying to wash himself. Thankfully, her sense of shame kept her from doing anything drastic this morning.
They both sighed in unison before turning away, feet padding softly down the hall as they made their way toward the kitchen, quietly deciding to leave their brother to his fate, passing by a stunned-looking Asia as they did so.
"W-What's going on?" Asia asked, blinking blearily as she padded out into the hallway. Her oversized pajama shirt-borrowed from one of the girls-hung loosely off her frame, sleeves nearly swallowing her hands. A plush stuffed rabbit was clutched tightly to her chest, its ears drooping over her arms like a security blanket. Her golden hair, lined with faint streaks of pale silver, was tousled from sleep, one side flattened and frizzy. She was barefoot, her steps light but cautious as she looked between the two smaller girls in confusion.
Illya yawned and waved her off like it was no big deal. "Don't worry about it, Asia. It's just Sella going full crazy mode again."
"Mm. Something about Issei being 'compromised,'" Miyu added flatly, sipping from her tiny juice box with the expression of someone narrating a nature documentary.
Asia blinked. "...Compromised?"
Illya smirked a little. "Yeah, you know. Caught in bed with the both of us. Again."
"I-we-what?" Asia stammered, the rabbit nearly falling from her arms. "You... sleep in the same bed with him?"
Miyu gave her a matter-of-fact nod. "It's normal."
Illya leaned in with a sly look. "Totally normal."
Asia's face turned a vivid pink as she opened her mouth-only to close it again with a strangled squeak, her features briefly twisting into something far more intense than embarrassment.
Was that... jealousy?
It vanished just as quickly as it came, replaced by the kind of dead-eyed composure only a girl trying very hard not to say something she'd regret could manage.
"I... see..." she said stiffly, eyes now fixed on a very interesting tile on the floor.
Illya blinked, then leaned slightly toward Miyu. "Did she just-?"
"Yup," Miyu answered without missing a beat, still sipping her juice box.
But Asia's silence didn't last long.
Her expression slowly shifted-determination settling over her like armor. Her rabbit plush was tossed aside like an old weapon, her fists clenched at her sides.
"No." Her voice was firm now. "If Sella's planning to rape Issei just because he's been compromised, then I'm going to stop her!"
Illya choked on air.
"Wait-what? No-no one said anything about rape!"
But Asia was already storming toward the hallway, barefoot and furious, a righteous crusader in rumpled pajamas. Her golden-and-white hair whipped behind her like a banner of divine retribution.
"Someone has to protect his purity!" she shouted back, sounding entirely serious.
"...She knows we're the ones who sleep with him, right?" Illya asked, staring at the space where Asia had been moments ago.
Miyu stared blankly at the bathroom door, arms still crossed over her pajama top. "I think she's more worried about Sella right now."
Illya snapped her head toward her sister. "But she's only been with us for one day! And a single night! How did she already get that attached to Issei?!"
Miyu shrugged with all the emotional investment of a cat watching birds through glass. "I'm more surprised she even knows what rape is, considering how sheltered she acted yesterday."
Illya opened her mouth, then slowly closed it, brow furrowed. "...That's a good point."
Whatever train of thought they might've followed was immediately derailed by a sharp crash from the bathroom, followed by a very high-pitched, and very questionable, moan:
"Issei, not there! I'm very sensitive!"
Silence.
Absolute, mortifying silence.
Both Illya and Miyu stood frozen in the hallway, their faces turning a synchronized shade of crimson.
For a solid three seconds, neither of them moved. Then, without exchanging so much as a glance, they bolted in opposite directions down the hall, feet pounding against the polished floor.
No words. No commentary. Just sheer, unfiltered panic.
Time to get dressed for school.
Time to pretend none of this ever happened.
...
After the horrifying little incident with Sella that morning - a memory he was already trying very, very hard to repress - Issei was, by some miracle, finally able to get dressed without further complications.
He still didn't even fully understand what had happened near the end. One moment, he was defending his innocence; the next, Asia had burst into the bathroom like a holy crusader possessed. There'd been shouting. Flailing limbs. A righteous attempt to drag Sella away from him by force.
Somewhere along the way, that attempt had devolved into a full-blown brawl between the petite nun and the uptight maid. Bathwater sloshed. Shampoo bottles flew like projectiles. At some point, Sella tried to counter-grapple and Asia bit her.
And then, just when he thought things couldn't possibly get worse, Sella tripped-likely on the wet tile-and landed right in his lap.
The world froze.
Asia had turned to yell something, only to freeze mid-sentence when her eyes dropped... and widened in horror.
Issei, realizing too late that the towel hadn't stayed put, had barely managed to stammer out an explanation before Sella-still dazed from impact-shifted, and accidentally ground down on the very thing she was supposed to be avoiding.
The very action ended up eliciting a high-pitched, questionably-timed moan before Sella did what she did best and immediately laid the blame at his feet, exclaiming, "Issei, not there! I'm very sensitive!"
He wanted to scream.
Thankfully, she hadn't slapped him into orbit. That alone was a small mercy. And the confusion, paired with Asia's horrified (and mildly murderous) glare, had been enough for her to finally yank the maid out of the room, ending the madness before it escalated into something that required divine intervention-or bleach.
Shaking his head violently to banish the memory, Issei turned to check the clock-only to do a violent spit-take the second his eyes registered the time.
Less than thirty minutes until the first bell.
He leapt to his feet with the kind of panicked energy only students under time pressure truly knew. In a blur of motion, he yanked on his uniform shirt-backwards-ripped it off, turned it around, and bolted down the hallway, toast already clenched between his teeth like every anime protagonist forced to speedrun his morning.
"Why didn't anyone wake me up sooner!?" he yelled over his shoulder, even though he already knew the answer.
Illya's voice echoed faintly behind him. "It wasn't the alarm clocks fault! You were just to busy nearly getting assaulted!"
"NOT HELPING!" he shouted back, slamming the front door open and hopping over the last two steps like a hurdler running for his life.
The crisp morning air hit him like a slap to the face.
The kind of cold bite that cut through half-dried hair and settled into his bones like a reminder that, no, the universe didn't care how traumatic your morning had been. The sun was already high in the sky, its golden rays shining down with an almost smug kind of warmth, as if mocking him for daring to think he'd have a normal start to the day.
His school bag thumped rhythmically against his back as he sprinted down the familiar sidewalk, shoes slapping the pavement in a beat he'd long since committed to muscle memory. And through it all, he did his best to ignore the damp strands of hair clinging stubbornly to his forehead-an unfortunate souvenir from the world's most chaotic shower.
"Good morning, Issei."
The voice reached him like a sniper's shot-smooth, confident, and absolutely impossible to miss.
He rounded the corner mid-stride and nearly stumbled.
There she stood. Rias Gremory. The girl who was technically now his boss, his master, and maybe the prettiest problem to ever strut through Kuoh Academy in heels and a blazer. Her crimson hair flowed like a silk curtain in the breeze, catching the sunlight just enough to look like it was glowing. The shade of her eyes rivaled the roses that bloomed along the academy gates-elegant, regal, and just a touch dangerous.
He came to a stop, panting slightly. "Good morning..."
Then his brow furrowed, and something about this setup-her standing there, all poised and patient, like a queen waiting for her knight-clicked a second too late.
"...Master?"
The word slipped out before he could stop it.
Rias's grin bloomed like a flower in slow motion. Beautiful, yes-but laced with the kind of smug satisfaction that spelled doom for guys like him. Issei had seen that exact look plenty of times on Liz's face. Usually right before she said something terrifying in the most cheerful tone imaginable.
And then-she laughed.
Not a giggle. Not a chuckle. A full-on, aristocratic, "Oh-ho-ho-ho~!" that echoed down the quiet street like it had been pulled straight from a noblewoman's dramatic stage performance.
Issei felt his soul detach from his body.
"You-you practiced that laugh, didn't you?!" he accused, scandalized.
Rias wiped a nonexistent tear from the corner of her eye, still smirking. "Practice? Issei, please. Elegance is simply in my blood."
"Oh my god, you are a rich ojou-sama."
"And now I'm your rich ojou-sama," she said sweetly, linking her hands behind her back as she leaned in just slightly, her crimson hair swaying like silk. "Master suits me, don't you think?"
Before he could muster a reply, Rias stepped in even closer, her face now mere inches from his. Her eyes sparkled with amusement-or was it something far more dangerous?
"But honestly," she added in a voice like molten honey, "I wouldn't mind it if you called me Mommy~"
The words hit him like a truck.
'Oh, come on!' his brain screamed, violently short-circuiting as heat exploded behind his eyes. Was she seriously doing this on purpose?! The teasing tone, the proximity, the smirk-she absolutely knew what she was doing. There was no way this wasn't premeditated psychological warfare.
And just like that, the waistband of his pants became way too tight for comfort.
"Sadly," she sighed with exaggerated disappointment, stepping away like a cat losing interest in its cornered prey, "you'll have to settle for calling me Buchou, or just Rias when we're not in the clubroom."
Her pout was real. Her disappointment was real. It hurt more than it should've.
For a brief moment, Issei stood frozen, thoughts scattered, hormones waging war against logic. He didn't know what to say, let alone do, until-
"Well? What are you waiting for?!?" Ddraig's voice boomed in his skull, startling him. "She's obviously into you! Take her now and mark her as yours!"
'Wh-WHAT?!' Issei nearly staggered. 'You've been asleep for two days and this is the first thing you say?!'
But the dragon was unrelenting.
"She wants you! I can smell it! No better time to strike than when she's vulnerable and flirting-Go, breed her!"
Issei nearly choked on air.
Why was his sacred gear horny?!
With a deep, calming gulp that did absolutely nothing to calm him, he slowly stepped forward and rested a hand on Rias's shoulder. She blinked at the gesture, surprised by the shift in tone. His smile-awkward, warm, maybe a bit strained-was genuine.
"Don't worry," he said quietly, still recovering from Ddraig's very unhelpful input. "I can call you whatever you want me to."
From the way Rias's eyes briefly widened, he might've actually hit some kind of mark. But before she could say anything in return-
"Pussy," Ddraig muttered.
And then the link went dead.
Just like that, the great Welsh dragon returned to his slumber like he hadn't just encouraged teenage mating rites in broad daylight.
'Did he really just wake up... tell me to screw my master... and then go back to sleep because I didn't listen?!'
Issei stared into the void of his thoughts.
What a dick.
Suddenly, something warm brushed against his cheek-a soft press of skin, tender and fleeting.
His brain barely had time to process it before Rias's voice followed, gentle and low. "Honestly, why do you have to go saying things like that?" she murmured, so close he could feel her breath. "If you keep it up, I might just fall for you for real."
Holy crap.
Her words sank into him like sunlight through frost, warm and golden. He could feel the flutter of something stupid in his chest-something soft, something reckless. Some small, idiotic part of him chose that moment to rear its smug little head.
He turned, lifting an eyebrow with a slow, teasing smirk. "Oh~ is that so?" he drawled, leaning in close enough that their noses almost touched. "In that case, I better keep it up then."
And just like that, his soul left his body. Where the hell was this confidence coming from?! Why was his mouth moving on its own?! Who was this man and what had he done with Hyoudou Issei?!
And more importantly... why was his master blushing?!
Rias's eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing with a pretty shade of pink that caught the morning sun. For a heartbeat, she looked caught between flustered and impressed-and then, with a flurry of motion, she reached out and grabbed his hand.
"I-I-I..." she stammered, voice just a little too high-pitched for her usual composed self, "think we'd better start moving before we're late for school!"
Without another word, she turned on her heel and dragged him down the sidewalk like a woman on a mission, her grip on his hand firm and-surprisingly-very warm.
Issei stumbled forward to keep up, blinking in stunned silence as the surreal moment caught up with him.
...
"So... are we going to talk about what happened this morning," Liz said flatly, eyes half-lidded as she stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, "or are you going to pretend it didn't happen until you spontaneously combust from shame?"
Sella froze mid-step, the hem of her skirt clenched tightly in both fists. Her back was rigid, her posture as stiff as a knight at attention. She didn't turn to face her fellow maid. Instead, she let out a long, controlled breath through her nose-as though that alone could will the entire morning out of existence.
"...No," she muttered at last, voice small, heavy with embarrassment.
Liz tilted her head. "No to which part?"
Sella didn't answer. Her ears were red. That was answer enough.
There was a long beat of silence. Liz didn't move. She didn't blink. Just... stared, her expression unreadable as always.
"You do realize you moaned, right?" Liz said, tone as neutral as if she were discussing the weather. "Loudly."
"I. Was. Disoriented," Sella hissed through clenched teeth, finally rounding on her sister with a crimson face. "And it wasn't a moan, it was a reflexive sound of shock and pain!"
"Hm," Liz intoned noncommittally. "Sounded more like embarrassment and arousal to me. Not necessarily in that order."
Sella let out a strangled noise-not unlike a kettle about to boil-and spun back around, clutching at her head with both hands. "This can't be happening," she whispered to no one in particular. "This can't be happening..."
Liz slowly walked into the room, her steps calm and measured as always. "You were on top of him, Sella. In a towel. He was also in a towel. The odds of misunderstanding were about one hundred percent."
"It wasn't like that!" Sella snapped, a little too fast, a little too loud.
Her own voice echoed back at her, bouncing off the pristine walls of the Einzbern estate like a slap of reality. She winced. Her fingers tightened around the hem of her apron as the flush rising to her cheeks crept all the way to the tips of her ears.
"It... wasn't like that," she repeated, much quieter this time, as if sheer softness could scrub the heat of embarrassment from the air. Her eyes flicked away, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly finding the polished floor very interesting.
Liz, ever unbothered, gave a nonchalant shrug.
"Don't worry," she said with all the emotional investment of someone commenting on the weather. "It still had its intended effect... even if that wasn't how you meant it to go."
Sella stiffened.
There was a beat of silence as her eyes narrowed, the air between them taut with suspicion. Slowly, as if wary of stepping into a trap, she turned to face her fellow maid. "...What does that mean?"
Liz brought a finger to her cheek in mock contemplation, her tone dry and vaguely amused.
"I mean, you're telling me," she began, drawing it out just enough to be irritating, "that you don't have a crush on the son of our mistress?"
Sella's lips parted in horror.
"And that you haven't been making... increasingly physical advances ever since he came of age-most of which, by sheer coincidence of course, conveniently fall under the category of 'disciplinary action'?"
"That's-that's slander!" Sella hissed, mortified. "I was doing my job! The boy is irresponsible, forgetful, messy-"
"Mmhm. And every time he leaves his training clothes on the floor, you punish him by cornering him against a wall?"
"That's protocol!"
"And dragging him by the collar into the bath, fully clothed, because he missed a curfew?"
"He needed to learn a lesson!"
Liz tilted her head. "Was the lesson about punctuality... or the difference between cold and hot water?"
Sella opened her mouth, faltered, then buried her face in both hands.
"This is mortifying."
Liz shrugged again. "It's just Monday."
Sella groaned.
"Look," Liz added after a pause, voice slightly more neutral now, "I'm not judging you. I think it's cute, in a tragic, hopeless sort of way. Besides, it's not like he's rejecting the attention."
"That's not the point!" Sella snapped again, muffled behind her hands. "He's the heir. He's... he's Issei. He shouldn't even know I think of him that way!"
"But he does."
The words cut through the air like a guillotine.
Sella slowly lowered her hands, blinking at Liz.
"He does," Liz repeated with a light shrug. "I mean, he might not get why, but he's not stupid. The look he gave you when you 'accidentally' fell into his lap? That wasn't confusion. That was resignation."
Sella turned a deep crimson. "I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"I want to hate you."
"And yet," Liz replied, already turning to walk off toward the kitchen, "you still let me get away with it every time."
Sella stared after her in silence, hands clenched into fists.
"...This never leaves this room."
"Sure, sure." Liz waved over her shoulder with the lazy air of someone who definitely wasn't going to keep it to herself. "Just so you know," she added as she reached the doorway, "it's probably easier to get his attention if you just flash your panties at him every now and then while doing something."
Sella froze.
Liz turned just enough to flash her sister a smirk over her shoulder.
"It's what I do."
"LIZ!!"
The shriek echoed through the hallway, sharp and horrified, as Sella's entire face went scarlet. She was mortified-and worse, she believed her. This was Liz after all. Shameless, unpredictable, and somehow always one step ahead when it came to Issei's attention.
Sella stormed forward, fists clenched, teeth grinding. "You've what?! When?!"
Liz hummed thoughtfully, tapping a finger to her lips with mock innocence. "Let's see... There was that time I asked him to help fix the dishwasher and 'accidentally' dropped a spoon so I had to bend over-"
Sella let out an incoherent noise of betrayal.
"-or the time I needed him to pass me something from the top shelf while I was on my knees. Great angle, by the way."
"You absolute delinquent! Have you no shame?!"
"None," Liz replied breezily. "Unlike some people who try to hide their crush behind lectures and cold showers."
"I do not-!"
"Oh, please. You scold him when he tracks dirt through the house. You yell when he forgets to separate laundry. You practically melted the time he complimented your cooking last week."
Sella looked like she was ready to combust.
"And besides," Liz added with a sly grin, "I don't see you complaining when he walks around in just a towel after showering."
"That's different! He's a young man! He needs to learn proper decency!"
Liz chuckled. "Right. And you need to 'help' him towel off his hair even though he's perfectly capable of doing it himself."
Sella sputtered, at a complete loss for words. "I... I was just-! That's not-!"
"Face it," Liz said, tone shifting just slightly, softening. "You like him. I like him. We both do. And it's not like he's blind."
Sella blinked, stunned into silence.
"He knows, Sel," Liz continued. "He just hasn't figured out what to do with it yet."
There was a pause. A long, quiet one. Sella's hands relaxed from fists to trembling fingers at her sides.
"...He's our master's son," she finally said, voice low. "He shouldn't be someone we..."
"Love?" Liz offered, surprisingly gently. "Too late."
Then the teasing smirk returned. "And you're welcome to try the panty trick too, by the way. Just don't get mad when I win."
"You won't," Sella shot back on reflex.
"Oh?" Liz's grin grew wider. "So you are in the running."
Sella turned beet red again. "I-I didn't mean-!"
Liz chuckled as she disappeared around the corner, leaving Sella standing in the middle of the room, emotionally fried and fuming.
"...Stupid Liz," she muttered, heart pounding in her chest. "Stupid Issei..."
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And done! If you think this chapter was pure chaos than I did a good job. A mix of Pisma Illyad shenanigans and usual DXD horniness for a perfect blend and a slight tease to a few potential harem girls for Issei. Also, I'm pretty sure it's a dead give away as to who Rias is reincarnated from, and if you haven't guessed who even with the very iconic "oh ho ho" laugh she's know for. I've also just remembered that I can break things in to multiple scenes which is what I tend to forget and also why I could never reach my word count.
The next chapter for this story will focus on the magical elements and will help highlight the blend of both universe. Hopefully, I can do it justice.
However with this done, I can now move onto the prologue for a few new stories I've been working on :
Fate x Honkai Star Rail crossover
Fate x Fairy Tail Crossover
Rewriting Fate/Sword Leveling
Update Fate/Slime and Swords