DxD: Fusion

Rias Perspective

I leaned against my oversized desk, arms loosely crossed, my eyes distant.

I wasn't staring at anything in particular—maybe the polished sheen of the table, or the shimmer of sunlight of my clan's sigil etched into the wood—but my thoughts weren't here. They were walking a path through memory.

This morning.

I had never intended to bring Toshio Amano, a human, this far into my world. He was not a pawn, not a resource, not a political tool. He was…well, I'm still not sure exactly what he was, or is, to me. All I knew was that I liked him—more than was advisable, more than was safe, and certainly more than was convenient. After feeling his hand close around mine, after experiencing the sudden warmth of his lips pressing against my cheek in front of so many other students on the street to school, I realized there was a part of me that wanted him to stay. In Kuoh. In this room. In my orbit. Maybe even in my life.

Permanently.

Toshio had held my hand—not in hesitation, not in reflex, but in a way that left no room for misunderstanding. His fingers laced between mine with quiet, steady confidence, as though something inside him had finally clicked into place. It wasn't an accident or a fluke; he had chosen it with intention. And then, right there on the street in full view of our classmates, he kissed my cheek. It wasn't the first time, but this one had not been in a private setting, hadn't been subtle. It had been public, deliberate, and unashamed.

That's what left me breathless; that's what made my pulse quicken long after the moment passed. He hadn't cared who saw. He hadn't tried to hide it. That quiet confidence—the promise beneath it—made something warm and dangerous settle behind my ribs, and it hadn't faded since. Though when I thought about it, he probably didn't know what shame was. He didn't seem to have any shame, yet refrained from shameless things. It was such an odd duality.

He was changing. I had already liked him before. That rare intellect, that aloof but genuine kindness, that calm way of speaking as if every word had been weighed in his head before it left his lips. He never chased other women, not me or Akeno. In fact, he was nothing but respectful and humble. But now he was stepping forward. Reaching. Not waiting for things to happen. If he kept going like that… I wasn't sure where it would lead. Only that I might follow.

I exhaled.

"President," Akeno's voice broke the quiet as she carried in a tray of tea. "Still no sign of him?"

"Not yet," I replied softly, turning my head just slightly. Kiba sat with a book in his lap, legs crossed like a model from a painting. Koneko—as expected—was seated near her usual corner of the couch, slowly chewing on some kind of chocolate-dipped pocky.

I didn't have to wait much longer. The door opened.

"Afternoon," Toshio said as he stepped in, his voice calm and measured, the kind of tone that suggested he'd been thinking the whole way over.

His uniform was crisp. His movements fluid. And when his eyes found mine, there was a spark of awareness behind them. Something warmer than usual.

"Hey," I said, before I could stop myself from smiling.

He nodded to the others, then moved toward the couch, settling next to Koneko. She didn't look up at first, but after a moment she slid the pocky box wordlessly toward him, the gesture so slight it might have been missed by anyone who didn't know her. Toshio picked up a stick without hesitation and gave her a quiet, sincere "Thanks." She returned the barest flicker of a nod, her mouth still full of her snack.

It was a small thing, easily missed, but it meant something. Koneko didn't share snacks with people she didn't like. She didn't really share, period. That he'd coaxed her into even this small gesture was an accomplishment.

Akeno was already walking over with a porcelain cup, her hips swaying with the elegance of a shrine maiden and the mischief of a devil.

"For our club's favorite guest," she intoned, her voice a melody of hospitality and innuendo. She bent forward, pouring his cup, and as she leaned in, her blouse shifted just so. Her breast brushed against his cheek—subtle enough to be plausibly deniable, overt enough to be unmistakable.

Toshio raised a brow but didn't flinch. Instead, he gave her a brief half-smirk as he took the cup, then took a slow sip, letting the warmth settle in his mouth before swallowing.

"Thank you. As always, your tea is perfect," he said as Akeno stood, her breast brushing his cheek again as she straightened.

Akeno giggled. "Careful, Toshio-kun. You keep saying things like that and I might start taking them seriously."

He shrugged, but I saw the corner of his mouth twitch. "I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true."

I watched their exchange, torn between exasperation and curiosity, my lips curling ever so slightly. That was new. Normally, Toshio just offered polite thanks—stoic, reserved, like everything he said had been measured three times before spoken. But now? A half-smirk. A trace of playfulness. It had barely lasted a second, but I saw it. I wondered if Akeno had seen it too—she probably had. I wasn't sure what surprised me more: the smirk itself, or the fact that it had been directed at Akeno in return. Something was shifting. And I couldn't deny I liked watching it happen.

"It'd be nice if it were me though..." I shook my head just a little to clear that line of thinking, focusing back on the moment. 

Kiba set his book down on his lap fully. "You seem more relaxed than usual," he observed, careful to sound casual.

Toshio tilted his head. "Do I? Maybe I'm just getting used to this place."

Koneko examined him with those ageless gold eyes. "You're less reserved."

He met her gaze, and for a moment they just looked at each other in utter silence. It wasn't a challenge, but a mutual recognition. Then he broke the tension with a small smile and another bite of pocky.

I watched as the group settled into its normal rhythm, but there was an undercurrent, a slight charge in the air. Even Kiba and Koneko seemed to sense it. And as I observed, it dawned on me: Toshio had always been calm, but it was the calm of someone holding their breath. Now, for the first time, it felt like he was actually breathing.

At this rate, I thought, he might even start touching people of his own accord.

Akeno returned to her seat, folding herself with deliberate elegance. She stretched her fingers, then let her hands rest on her lap, watching Toshio over the rim of her cup.

He set down the porcelain cup, using the motion to buy a microsecond for his thoughts to settle. Then he turned to face me, his gaze direct, unflinching. That was another thing about him: when Toshio looked at you, he made you feel like you were the only person in the room, maybe even the world.

"So," he began, voice even, "you mentioned this morning that you wanted something in return for all the help. I'm ready. Name it. Within reason of course." He smirked at that. If only he hadn't added that 'rule' this morning.

I looked down, my fingers curling slightly where they rested against the edge of the desk. A quiet breath slipped past my lips—half sigh, half bracing exhale.

Here goes.

"Are you sure you don't want to join my peerage?" I asked, keeping my voice soft. I tried for warmth, but it came out tinged with something else—longing? Hope? Even I wasn't sure. My eyes found his. "We'd all love to have you."

Akeno's smile grew a shade too sweet, masking the faint tremor in her eyes. Kiba's mouth quirked in sympathy and surprise. Koneko actually stopped chewing. As for Toshio, he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back, adopting the posture of a philosopher about to weigh the merits of an ancient riddle.

Toshio was silent for a moment. He leaned back, one hand resting on his chin in thought, the other still cradling the teacup.

"I appreciate the offer, truly," he began, and I knew what was coming before he even said it. "But I don't want to join a peerage. Not now. I have a few ideas on how to push past my limits without giving up what I am. I want to try those first."

I exhaled quietly. A small weight in my chest settled, heavy. It was a letdown, but not a surprise. Still, I hated how much it felt like a rejection, even though it wasn't one.

"I understand," I said.

But I wasn't ready to let go yet. If his answer was no, I wanted to know why. I wanted to know if it was something fixable, or if it was just him—this unyielding, stubborn part of him that I found so infuriating and, if I was honest, so magnetic.

"You know," I pressed, "there are more benefits than just power." I tried to keep my voice conversational.

"You'd start out as a low-class devil, sure—but with your skill, you'd rise through the ranks quickly. You could become high-class in no time. You could have your own peerage, participate in Rating Games, grow stronger through battle without constantly risking your life. You'd have access to better training, more resources. And you'd get to spend more time with me, and the rest." I added that last part quickly. "You can come to the Underworld during breaks to train and learn more about devils—we could help you become even stronger, together."

He smiled at that, the expression small but genuine. "You make a compelling case," he said. Then, quieter: "It's not about power, though. Not exactly.

Before he went on, I could feel it—everyone in the room hoping he'd say yes. Even Koneko's posture had straightened slightly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

My heart sank.

"I'll respect your decision," I said. "I'll try not to ask you again. But the offer will always be open."

His eyes softened, and he nodded. "Thanks, Rias. And if I ever do—if I ever decide to change—yours is the only peerage I'd ever want to join. That's a promise."

That helped. Just a little.

I gave him a small smile. "I'll hold you to that."

Akeno was still smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes. Kiba had a distant look, like he was thinking of something far away. Koneko placed her half-eaten sweet down with a quiet thump.

Toshio straightened, then asked, "What about those magic books? You said you'd have one ready for me."

Ah. Finally something lighter.

I turned to my desk and picked up the book I'd placed there earlier.

"This is the only one we had immediate access to," I said, handing it to him. "But it should get you started. It's called Principia Arcanum: Volume I – Foundational Formulae."

He took it with both hands. His eyes scanned the cover, and for the first time, I saw true excitement bloom across his features.

"This is perfect," he said. "Thank you."

Before I could respond, he stood, stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug.

My breath caught.

But I returned the hug almost instantly, eyes fluttering closed. I melted into it, closing my eyes to hold onto the pure, uncomplicated feeling of being wanted—not for my family's legacy, not for my power, but simply for myself.

When he pulled back, he pressed a kiss to my cheek.

I felt my face heat up, the flush creeping so quickly I could do nothing to stop it.

Predictably, Akeno wouldn't let it go unchallenged.

"Heyyy Toshio~ I want one too!" Akeno whined from behind us.

Toshio chuckled—he chuckled—and walked over to her, repeating the gesture, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

Akeno, never one to waste opportunity, slipped her arms around his waist and promptly groped his rear.

"If you keep doing that," she whispered, voice low and dangerous with playful heat, "don't expect me to keep holding back."

My eyebrow twitched. I felt equal parts jealous and competitive.

Akeno better keep holding back. I told her to.

Toshio stepped back, cradling the book in the crook of his arm. "I'm going to get started on this right away. Thank you, all of you," he said, and the sincerity in his tone was enough to disarm any leftover tension in the room.

"You're welcome," I replied softly.

He gave a polite goodbye to each of us, then vanished in a blur of speed, as we all have become accustomed to. The breeze he left behind ruffled my skirt.

The silence he left behind lingered.

I sighed and looked around the room.

If he wasn't going to join my peerage, I supposed this was the next best thing.

I turned to Akeno, whose legs were pressed tightly together in a very specific way.

"Akeno," I said flatly. "Go clean up the tea."

Akeno pouted without missing a beat, but there was a glint of something more complicated—something like hope or challenge or maybe even happiness—in her eyes.

"Yes, President~," she sang, sweeping up the tray with newfound enthusiasm.

Kiba chuckled into his book, and Koneko went back to her snack. I returned to my thoughts.

"Toshio, I hope you say yes one day." I couldn't tell which 'yes' my mind, or heart, wanted to focus on.

XXX

Toshio Perspective

I didn't venture too deep into the forest this time. Not after what had happened with Ghom.

Even now, weeks later, the very idea of pushing farther in stirred something uncomfortable just beneath my ribs—a coiled, instinctive dread that refused to let go. I stood still for a moment, letting the forest breathe around me.

The familiar scent of moss and wet bark filled my nose, rich and earthen, as if trying to offer comfort. Birds chirped in the distance, and leaves rustled softly overhead, caught in the early summer breeze. It was peaceful. It was quiet. But the silence didn't fool me.

I remained close to the edge, far enough from the roads that no curious student would stumble across me, but not so deep that the trees began to twist into shadows and old nightmares. I could still feel the phantom weight of Ghom's presence—gluttonous, hungry, crushing—echoing in the dirt somewhere out there. Even if it was just memory.

There was a part of me, the old me, that wanted to dive headfirst into the dark and conquer it. To stake my claim and scream into the void that I wasn't afraid. That I wasn't the same broken boy who had dragged himself through Kuoh's streets nearly bleeding out.

But another part, the one that survived, told me to wait. To be patient. I didn't need to prove anything today. What I needed now was space to grow.

A place where I could test this new piece of myself.

I moved to a small rise near the treeline where sunlight filtered through the canopy in warm ribbons. A flat boulder sat nearby, half-covered in creeping moss, like it had been waiting centuries for someone like me to sit down. I dropped my bag beside it and knelt down into a cross-legged position on the soft dirt, careful not to scuff my uniform too much.

Then I reached inside my inventory and pulled it out.

The grimoire. Principia Arcanum: Volume I – Foundational Formulae.

It was heavier than it looked—stiff with age, bound in faded leather that had darkened with time and use. The texture felt almost like skin. The spine bore etched runes that pulsed faintly under my fingers, subtle but deliberate, like old circuitry humming with forgotten magic. My thumb traced one of the grooves absentmindedly before I flipped the cover open. The pages smelled of ink, wax, and something faintly herbal—like the remnants of whatever workshop or ritual chamber this book had lived in before ending up in my hands.

I exhaled slowly.

"Alright," I murmured under my breath, more to anchor myself than anything else. "Let's see what we can learn."

I laid the grimoire flat across my lap and began to read. I was surprised to find that it was written in English, like an old book that was tucked away in the depths of Oxford's expansive library.

[

Core Concept of Human Magic

Human magic is an externalized, formulaic system that transforms natural energy sources (mana, spirit particles, leyline resonance, etc.) into magical phenomena through structured rituals. Unlike devil magic, which bends reality through instinct and desire, human magic must be assembled, stabilized, and executed through a deliberate syntactic process.

Chant-Based Spellcasting (Baseline)

Traditional human magic relies on three key components, all required to activate a spell:

Formula Construction:

Magic circles are formed by layering arcane runes, numerical glyphs, and symbolic matrices in exact sequences. This is the "equation" of the spell—designed ahead of time, memorized, or etched into grimoires. Even a slight miscalculation can cause backfire or failure.

2. Chant (Verbal Execution):

The chant is the spell's compiler—a vocalized key that aligns the caster's focus with the formula's structure. It serves to both stabilize and unlock the runes, binding the energy to the desired effect.

3. Mana Flow Regulation:

Casters must guide a precise amount of mana through the circle. Overloading or underfeeding the formula causes either instability or inefficacy. Advanced mages learn to fine-tune this over years of training.

The Tiers of Formula Compression and Spell Power

Human magic follows a systematic structure defined not just by intent, but by precision of formula and capacity for compression. Every spell, no matter how intricate, is ultimately a construct of mathematical layering, elemental resonance, and mana behavior bound into an executable framework. Over centuries, arcanists have categorized spells into the following seven tiers based on complexity, required mana, and relative output:

Tier 1: Fundamental Utility Spells

Spells of this tier are non-combative and used for daily application, research, or environmental manipulation. Includes light orbs, moisture gathering, fire-starting, weightless lifting, minor sealing, environmental temperature control, or message projection. They form the backbone of all training curricula and are typically the first formulae memorized by apprentice mages.

Examples: Lumen, Aqua Draw, the 'Create' series, Mana Circulation

Tier 2: Entry-Level Combat Formulae

The first true combat tier. These spells can cause harm, deflect minor attacks, or shield the user from basic strikes. They require stable runic layering and are usually taught in controlled dueling environments. Most mages spend years refining these spells into instinctive reaction.

Examples: Flame Lance, Stone Buckler, Static Lash, Shield Sigil (I)

Tier 3: Intermediate Battle Spells

Spells at this level exhibit strong offensive and defensive capability, capable of affecting groups or breaking through Tier 2 wards. They require nested glyph structures and precise energy modulation. Most battlefield mages operate comfortably at this level when trained.

Examples: Chainfire Wave, Mirror Shell, Ice Coffin, Scatterbolt Array

Tier 4: Advanced Destruction and Protection

Tier 4 spells mark the beginning of wide-area influence. When fully released, they can level structures, collapse defensive walls, or deflect multiple incoming attacks. Spell matrices require dynamic mana flow, rotational compression rings, and multi-core formula loops.

Examples: Thunder Vortex, Prism Aegis, Ashwind Bombard, Sanctum Bind

Tier 5: High-Impact Strategic Formulae

Devastation on the scale of siege weaponry. Tier 5 spells are considered the upper limit of practical deployment in conflict zones without collateral containment. They often rely on synchronized glyph chains, predictive targeting formulae, and anchored leyline extraction for power delivery.

Examples: Arcflare Lance, Resonance Dome, Heaven's Shear, Temporal Fold (I)

Tier 6: Urban-Level Arcana

Magic at this level has the potential to decimate districts, shift terrain, or create protective fields capable of absorbing similar power. Execution requires advanced arcane architecture—often involving multiple layered constructs, artificial mana stabilizers, or co-casting with auxiliary casters or runic arrays.

Examples: Cataclysm Halo, Blackwell Prison, Crystal Tempest Array, Divine Wall

Tier 7: Limit-Class Sorcery

The apex of recorded spellwork. A Tier 7 formula, when fully manifested, can destroy a small town or shield against the same. Considered "limit-class" due to the extreme mana burden and formulaic complexity. Each one is a masterwork of arcane design, and a mage who can cast even one reliably is considered a Grand Arcanist.

Examples: Meteor Spiral, Genesis Lock, Tyrant Flame Incantation, Eternity Barrier

Note on Higher Tiers – Theoretical Magic (Tiers 8–11):

Though numerous records hint at spells of unimaginable magnitude—continent-level storms, world-altering barriers, dimensional shatterpoints—these are purely conceptual. Formulae at Tiers 8 through 11 are beyond known human capability and are not included in this volume. They are believed to require non-human mana sources, divine relics, or metaphysical catalysts no longer existent.

Further elaboration on these tiers is reserved for classified libraries and the Arithmancy Consortium.

]

I closed the book with a quiet thump, my mind buzzing with information. I hadn't just read the text—I had memorized it, absorbed every glyph and theory, every formula and annotation. Perfect Memory had its perks.

As if on cue, my system chimed with a soft pulse in the back of my head.

{You have completed the study of Principia Arcanum: Volume I – Foundational Formulae. Would you like to consume the grimoire and learn its spells?}

I didn't hesitate.

"Yes."

The book dissolved into golden particles, like sand in an updraft, drifting upward and vanishing in wisps of arcane light.

{New Skills Unlocked!}

{Tier 1 – Mana Circulation (Rank 1): Allows internal routing of natural energy through the body, boosting magical control and responsiveness.}

{Tier 1 – Create Flame (Rank 1): Forms a small flame for utility or combat.}

{Tier 1 – Create Frost (Rank 1): Generates cold vapor that can lower temperature in a focused area.}

{Tier 1 – Create Sparks (Rank 1): Releases static electricity in short, crackling bursts.}

{Tier 1 – Create Water (Rank 1): Summons a small quantity of purified water.}

{Tier 1 – Create Ice (Rank 1): Instantly forms a small block or spike of ice.}

{Tier 1 – Create Earth (Rank 1): Conjures soil or compact stone from surrounding mana.}

{Tier 1 – Create Wind (Rank 1): Generates a directional gust of air.}

{Tier 1 – Create Light (Rank 1): Produces an orb of steady illumination.}

{Tier 1 – Create Minor Illusion (Rank 1): Projects a visual illusion with no substance.}

The rush of new knowledge bloomed in my mind like a sparkcatcher igniting—a dozen threads of theoretical frameworks and energetic diagrams slotting into place with eerie precision.

{Skill Fusion Available: Mana Circulation + Cultivation. Fuse into Energy Cultivation?}

"Yes."

{Fusion Successful! New Skill: Energy Cultivation. Allows for the integration of mana and reiryoku into a unified spiritual conduit. Enhances all training and casting functions.}

{+1000 Base Reiryoku for successful fusion.}

The rank didn't change—still stuck at 9—but the feel of the skill was more refined. I could tell this would help bridge gaps between energies and make learning magic a little easier.

Another prompt followed immediately after:

{Reiryoku is being converted… Conversion successful. Reiryoku may now be used as a mana substitute for spellcasting and magic-based skills.}

I nodded to myself.

"I was wondering how that was going to work."

The next system ping made me raise an eyebrow.

{Title Gained: Magic Apprentice – Other human mages are more likely to view you as an ally.}

"Little underwhelming," I muttered.

Still, progress was progress. I raised my hand.

"Create Flame."

A faint magic circle flared to life, slowly rotating in the air above my palm. I could feel the strain of holding it steady, guiding energy into the formula. Ten seconds passed. Then the construct locked into place—and with it, a soft orb of fire flickered to life above my palm. It danced, weightless and contained. I was quite happy to realize that I didn't have to use the chant. Now that was a game changer. I just hoped it was like that for all spell skills, and not just because this was Tier 1.

As soon as the formula finished, something clicked. I understood it. The flow. The rotation. The stabilizing matrix behind the glyph structure. It felt like solving a high-level physics equation and then feeling the answer burn in your hands. It helped that I could instantly remember all of that in perfect clarity.

I canceled the flame, then immediately conjured it again. This time it took only three seconds.

I smiled in excitement.

"I've got some work to do."

Then I suddenly noticed my energy sense had been passively pinging. I looked over my shoulder at a nearby tree. Sitting, perched on a branch a few feet above where I was sitting, was Akeno. She was still in her full uniform, legs swinging and eyes bright with mischief. She kept her legs apart, I'm sure to deliberately flash me. They were purple today.

She dangled a hand in greeting. "Well?" she called down. "Did you learn anything interesting, Toshio-kun?"

I grinned up at her. "Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't." She giggled, the sound sharp and sweet. "I saw you form the circle. Very classic. Rias would be proud." I rolled my eyes, but I felt a bloom of warmth in my chest anyway.

"You know, you don't have to spy on me, you could have just asked to join." She dropped down without a sound, using wind magic to glide down. Her skirt didn't stand a chance. So they were purple lace. How fitting. She caught me looking, but only smirked. She landed beside me with the grace and elegance of a shrine maiden. If you ignored the deliberate upskirt.

"But Toshio, you were so focused I didn't want to interrupt you~." Did she only know how to talk in that playful, singsong-ish voice? Though I couldn't bring myself to complain.

"How long were you watching?" I asked, though I think I already knew the answer.

"Long enough to see you devour that book. Quite literally." She tilted her head, violet eyes glinting with curiosity. "That's not a standard human ability, is it?"

I shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. "Most people don't have perfect memory either, but here we are." I hoped my deflection worked.

"Perfect memory? That would explain your grades, and why Sona glares at you so much." She giggled. I snorted in amusement, both at the comment and that it did indeed work.

"I also almost beat her in chess on the first try. She didn't like that either." Akeno widened her eyes at that, before giggling again with a knowing smirk. She was probably thinking about the engagement terms Sona had.

"Why does that not surprise me, Toshio-kun~." She moved and sat down next to me.

"Not that I mind, but why are you here? And how did you know I was going to be here?" I had really hoped she didn't see the book thing. I hoped she wouldn't bring it up again.

"Rias said that since I know the most magic between all of us, that I should come check on you to see if you needed any…" she paused to start rubbing my thigh, "…assistance." Her voice was laced in seduction, though it likely wasn't a genuine attempt. I reached up and pulled her face to mine. Her eyes widened in realization. My lips went toward hers, only to dodge at the last second and stop next to her ear.

"I appreciate the thought, Miss Himejima." I felt her shudder. I pulled back and let her go.

"Huh, that was pretty fun. Doesn't she like denial?" I thought, remembering back to the anime and other sources I had read about her. I pulled up my hand to start create flame again, but when I looked over, her eyes were shaded by her bangs. She was biting her lip.

"Maybe that was a mistake…" I couldn't help but think, though I knew I didn't regret it.

"You okay over there?" Akeno snapped her head up and I saw her eyes. Her expression. Was she, aroused? Before I could return to my newly gained magic, she moved forward and draped herself around me, boobs pressing into my arm and chest, arm caressing my head. She moved her mouth up to my ear this time.

"You shouldn't play those games, Toshio-kun. It's not nice~." Her voice was a hot whisper. She moved her hand up my thigh, dangerously close. Then we heard a throat clear. Akeno froze, then looked over.

I felt her coming with energy sense, but Akeno was clearly wrapped up in the moment, or me in this case. She recovered quickly, moving off of me. I almost immediately missed her warmth.

"Buchou? Why are you here? Did you want to check up on Toshio-kun too~?" She said it in a playfully challenging way.

"No, in fact I came to check up on you. How did I know you wouldn't be able to control yourself?" Akeno stood up, standing right next to me, my shoulder in between her legs. She bent forward, a finger coming up to her cheek, trying to act innocent.

"Why, Rias-buchou, don't you trust me~?" I couldn't resist and turned my head. A purple lace thong. I could almost hear Rias' eyebrow twitch from where I was sitting.

"Akeno," Rias was struggling to not grit her teeth, I could tell. "Do I need to remind you about our discussion?"

Akeno bent her knees slightly and slumped forward, likely to pout. But shrine maidens don't pout like that. It was purposeful. My shoulder was no longer just between her legs.

"But Riasss he started it…" she whined. Now my eyebrow twitched. Rias walked over and pulled Akeno over to her, almost making the sensual girl stumble.

"Sorry for interrupting Toshio, I'm sure you have things handled. Human magic and devil magic don't work the same after all, so we'll leave you to it." Her expression was tight. I snorted in amusement.

"No worries, though I appreciate the thought." I lifted my hand to continue using create flare uninterrupted this time. I heard the sound of her teleportation circle off to the side. Now that they were gone, I looked over to my shoulder.

"I think I'm glad Rias didn't notice the wet spot." My nostril twitched, then I faced forward, letting out a sigh.

Before I got started again, I muttered exasperatedly to no one in particular, "Why does it have to smell so good."