Fun In Highschool DxD World

Issei clenched his fists in pure frustration as Raynare flew away with Asia in her grasp. His mind raced, and a single thought looped in his head over and over: 'I'm so pathetic. I can't even protect the person I want to save!' He felt a deep sense of helplessness wash over him, but within that emotion, something more dangerous stirred—a burning desire for power.

'Power... I need power!' The thought echoed louder in his mind. His heart pounded harder, and the veins on his arms bulged as his emotions spiraled.

His thoughts screamed louder with each passing moment, but no one around him seemed to notice the shift in his aura. Even Izashi, who always seemed one step ahead, missed this sudden spark of desire.

But inside Issei's Sacred Gear, Ddraig noticed. The ancient dragon stirred with interest. 'Hmm, this is interesting. The boy's power is awakening. His desire is pushing him forward. It won't be long before I'm fully unsealed,' Ddraig thought, a sense of anticipation flickering in his voice. 'Maybe this one has what it takes to be the strongest.'

The group returned to the Occult Research Club's building, the weight of the situation still hanging heavily in the air. Rias, frustrated by Issei's outburst and impulsiveness, crossed her arms over her chest as she spoke. "Issei," she began sternly, "don't go near the church again. It's dangerous for devils to step onto holy ground, especially someone as new as you. It's practically suicide."

Issei's mind heard her words, but his heart was a different matter. The rage still simmered within him, pushing him to act. He hated feeling weak, and Asia's innocent face kept flashing through his mind. He wanted to save her, to be her hero, but what could he do with his current power?

Rias sighed after seeing his stubborn expression, her voice softening just slightly. "Besides, I couldn't take her with me, even if I wanted to. Asia isn't part of my peerage." She shook her head, feeling somewhat drained by the night's events. "Just… go home, Issei."

Everyone else quietly dispersed. Kiba offered Issei a sympathetic nod as he left, while Koneko trailed off without a word, her usual stoic demeanor in place.

Issei felt more lost than ever, standing there as the room emptied.

Rias, once the others had gone, sighed deeply, the tension leaving her body. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her shirt as she began to undress, exposing her smooth, fair skin. "Maybe now he'll understand and won't be so reckless."

But before she could finish unbuttoning, Izashi, who had been standing quietly in the background, stepped forward with a mischievous grin. His hand moved swiftly, grabbing her full breasts with a firm grip, causing her to let out a soft gasp. "Oh? Is that what you think, Rias?" His lips found her neck, trailing wet kisses down her pale skin. "Because what I saw in Issei's eyes was the fire of someone who won't give up easily."

His words sent a shiver down Rias's spine. Her body reacted to his touch despite the fatigue from the day. Izashi's hands roamed across her body, finding their way to her already sensitive breasts. He lowered his head and flicked his tongue across her nipple, making her gasp again.

"Izashi… wait…" Rias's words were cut short as a moan escaped her lips, her body betraying her protests. She blushed, feeling the growing wetness between her legs as Izashi's tongue played with her hardened nipple. His skillful mouth made her tremble.

But before Izashi could get any further, A seductive voice whispered in Izashi's ear. "Ara-ara~," Akeno purred, her breath hot against his skin. "Are you only going to play with Rias? Don't these deserve your attention too?" She cupped her ample breasts and pressed them firmly against him, her voice dripping with desire. "They're aching to be touched."

Izashi grinned, his predatory instincts kicking in. He wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. With a swift motion, he turned and pushed Akeno onto the floor, his eyes filled with lust. He leaned down and took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking it hungrily while his hands roamed over her body.

Akeno clenched her fists, trying to suppress her moans, but the second Izashi's tongue flicked her nipple, she broke. "More… Lick me more!" she begged, her voice sultry and breathless. "Play with them! Use me for your pleasure!"

Her words only fueled the erotic energy in the room. Rias, not one to be left out, pressed her large breasts against Izashi's back, rubbing herself against him in a desperate attempt for attention. "Don't forget about me," she whispered, her voice shaky with arousal.

But Izashi wasn't ready to leave Akeno just yet. His eyes darkened with hunger as he devoured her with his gaze. He thrust into her, eliciting a sharp gasp from Akeno, who immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The room was filled with the sounds of their panting and the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh.

Rias, watching the two in front of her, could barely contain herself. Her own body ached with desire, but for now, she waited, her eyes hungry as she watched Izashi ravage Akeno.

The sight of them together, the raw passion between them, only fueled her own arousal. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, knowing her turn would come soon enough.

After reaching his peak and releasing inside Akeno, Izashi didn't miss a beat. He turned to Rias, lifting her into his arms as though she weighed nothing, carrying her to the bed like the princess she was. Rias could feel her heart racing as she gazed up at him. She knew what was coming next, and the anticipation made her shiver with excitement…

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Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, Issei walked the streets with a blank expression, his thoughts consumed by memories of Asia. He remembered the kindness in her eyes, the innocence she radiated, and the way she smiled. He clenched his fists, his heart racing. 'I can't leave her there with those Fallen Angels… I just can't. She's too sweet and innocent for that.'

His pace quickened as his mind raced with confusion. 'What do I do? I can't fight them—I barely have any power. I'm the weakest piece, the pawn. I haven't even fully unlocked the power of my Sacred Gear. Should I just turn back now?'

Despite the rational thoughts swirling in his head, his body moved toward the church, driven by a deep need to protect Asia. The thought of her suffering filled him with dread. 'If something happens to her, I'll never forgive myself.' His resolve wavered as he walked for nearly an hour, contemplating what to do.

Then, his inner turmoil deepened. 'Those Fallen Angels… I can't beat them. I have no real experience. What little power I've gained since becoming a devil won't be enough to fight them. Should I rely on the Sacred Gear? But I don't even know what it can do…'

As his thoughts grew more frantic, the desire for power surged again. 'If only I had power… I could save her without having to think so much. I'm so pathetic.'

Just then, a voice boomed inside his mind, ancient and deep. 'You have all the power you need, partner.'

Issei froze, his eyes darting around in panic. He looked for the source of the voice but found nothing. "Who's there?!" he called out, but no one answered. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to shake off the eerie sensation.

But then, the voice spoke again, calmer this time. 'It's your desire for power. That's what allowed you to hear me, finally.'

"Who are you?" Issei asked aloud, confused by the strange voice in his head. He stopped walking, looking around, but there was no one. Then the voice clarified, 'I'm inside your Sacred Gear, Boosted Gear. We're communicating mentally. Think instead of speaking.'

Issei, still shaken, thought, 'Like this?'

'Yes. Finally, you're catching on,' the voice, now known as Ddraig, replied. 'You might actually have the potential to wield my power.'

Issei's confusion only deepened. 'Your power? What do you mean?'

'Glad you asked,' Ddraig rumbled, his voice tinged with amusement. 'Your Sacred Gear is called Boosted Gear. Its ability is to double your power every ten seconds. If you master it, you could eventually become strong enough to kill a god. You can even transfer your power to your allies.'

Issei's eyes widened in shock. 'Kill a god?! You're kidding, right?'

'Not quite,' Ddraig replied. 'But don't get ahead of yourself. You can't handle that level of power yet. Your body isn't strong enough. You'll need time to grow.'

Issei's brief burst of excitement quickly deflated. 'Of course, it's not that simple…'

But Ddraig wasn't done. 'Still, your current power should be enough to deal with those Fallen Angels—at least the weaker ones. You just need to keep boosting your strength. I'll guide you.'

With those words, a spark of hope reignited in Issei's chest. 'I might actually be able to save her…' His resolve solidified. He turned toward the church, his steps more determined now.

Unbeknownst to him, Kiba and Koneko were trailing behind. Earlier, before the group had split up, Izashi had quietly ordered them to keep an eye on Issei, knowing the young devil might act impulsively. And now, they were beginning to see why.

After half an hour of walking, Issei stood before the large, imposing doors of the church. His heart pounded as he took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. 'I'm ready to face them,' he thought, his fear momentarily pushed aside by sheer determination.

With a firm push, the heavy doors creaked open, and Issei stepped inside. His eyes immediately widened in terror at the sight before him. "So many… There's so many of them."

His voice trembled, but Ddraig's reassuring voice echoed in his mind. 'Stay calm, partner. These are just small fries. Just focus. Use the Boosted Gear. These weaklings are nothing compared to what you can become. Deal with them as you grow your power.'