Power X Progressive [DXD/CSM AU]

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Important Note: A spoiler I will intentionally reveal, it would not do much harm even if I reveal it. Makima here is much more dangerous than CSM self, I know it may look like she was being too soft in arc 1 but wait and watch~ 😈 😈

Chapter one of the new arc is here!

Arc 2 is going to be 🔥 so please Vote!

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(1st POV)

She started unbuttoning my shirt, tracing her delicate fingers across my chest while maintaining eye contact with me.

"You have grown strong," she remarked, looking over my new stature.

Toji's physique did its magic on me. While I did not look overly buff like him, I'd gained considerable muscle—not that the previous Aleks was weak or anything.

Toji was just on a whole different level.

She slipped off her apron, and all she was wearing underneath was a beautiful one-piece dress.

She got on top of me. I could feel my manhood excited for what was about to happen next, but I resisted the urge.

Is this it?

Have I just been playing in her palms all this time?

I thought I was only pretending to be manipulated by her—and when the time came, I'd end her.

But even though it's been like a day, she's already changed my whole perspective of her.

Knowing she loves playing with people, manipulating and breaking them…

But all the affection she had shown me—kisses, hugs—not even Denji experienced any of that.

I realized the danger…

If I have sex with her today…

Then it will be a point of no return.

I will fall in love with her…for real.

I don't want it to be like this.

I don't want her to be so controlling over my life.

Being given such an absurd power and blessing, and yet…I still struggle with things like this.

I laughed bitterly. She tilted her head in confusion.

It was my fault for asking her for a reward. I've been contradicting myself too much.

Thinking about Reze…my plans have changed now.

Makima then held my head, cupping my cheeks with her hands, making me look at her.

"I want you to only think about me, Aleks-kun."

"I want you to feel good. I want you to savor every second of this," she whispered in my ear, laying on top of me, her chest pressed against mine.

I hugged her. I felt her dress loosen from the back—one move and I could strip her completely.

"Miss Makima…I don't want our first time to be like this…"

She looked at me, her gaze locking onto mine. I could see her possessiveness in her eyes.

She truly wanted me. This was clear to me now.

I couldn't see through her hidden self anymore.

"I want to go on dates with you…explore new places with you. Laugh at stupid jokes…and even steal kisses from each other…"

I took a breath, feeling her heartbeat against mine. My hands firmly hugging her.

I continued.

"I want you to feel like you're mine too. Not just that I belong to you."

She didn't react, just kept studying me with those beautiful eyes that could see through me

I needed to choose my words carefully. 

"I've seen it happen before. I've been with people who thought they could own me. Women who tried to possess me completely. It always ended the same way." I said my heart, although I was completely making things up.

I paused, meeting her gaze.

"They'd start out so sure—so certain they could control everything. But eventually…they'd break. They'd look at me like they didn't even recognize who they were anymore. Hollow. Empty."

My grip on her tightened, just a little.

"I don't want that for you."

"I want our bond to be special…not just whatever we have right now."

I finished. My heart was beating so fast I thought she'd feel it.

I didn't know what she would say. For all I knew, I'd just poured oil onto the fire.

She didn't speak.

Her golden eyes never left mine, unblinking.

Then, she leaned closer—so close our lips almost touched, so close I could feel her breath warm against my mouth.

"You think I'd ever let myself break?" she whispered, her voice low and calm.

"If you want me to be yours…then make me."

Her hand moved to the side of my face, her thumb brushing my cheek.

"But don't forget—"

Her eyes narrowed, her gaze turning almost hungry.

"You already belong to me."

Fuck. She was too stubborn. I knew it.

Smooth talking wasn't going to work on someone like her. Not on the Control Devil.

I cringed inwardly.

I had no other choice.

I moved fast.

In a swift motion, I flipped our positions. She was beneath me now, her hair spreading across the sheets. Her golden eyes widened, even if its just for a second. Surprised.

But then she smiled faintly, almost as if she'd expected this all along.

"Taking initiative now, Aleks-kun?" she whispered, her voice soft and dangerous.

I was above her, my weigjt pressed onto her body, while my hands pressing her wrists down against the mattress. My heart was beating so fast I could barely focus on anything else.

I leaned closer, my face inches from hers.

"I'm not a toy," I said, my voice low. "Not anymore."

Her smile didn't fade, but I saw it—the tiniest flicker in her gaze.

It wasn't fear. Or anger.

It was something else.

I could see uncertainty in her eyes. Surprised to see this side of me.

I took a breath, brushing a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

"I'll play your game, Miss Makima," I continued quietly. "But don't think for a second I have lost."

My fingers traced the line of her jaw.

"And when the time comes…"

I leaned in until our foreheads touched.

"…you'll know who truly owns who."

For a moment, there was silence.

She blinked, her expression unreadable, before that faint smile curved her lips again.

"…Interesting," she murmured, her golden eyes studying me.

"If belonging to you is my fate…" I paused, taking a slow breath, "then I want it to be when I am at my best. This vessel…" I gestured to myself, "…is still too weak."

I lied again, making sure she'd think I was planning something. She already knew that previous Aleks was no more, so there was no point in hiding. I played with the idea of me being some powerful entity who had taken over Aleks's body. Although it was all a lie.

I am powerful only because higher entities bestowed it upon me. I…I did not earn any of this.

And I want to change that.

Her gaze didn't waver.

"…And what exactly are you asking of me?" she asked softly, though her tone carried that familiar dominance.

"…Give me a month," I said, meeting her stare unflinchingly. "When it's time…I want you to see me at my strongest. Not…like this." I finished, letting her know exactly what I wanted.

I had checked. It was April 18th, 2011, and Issei was already part of Rias's peerage. The plot had officially began.

Also, according to the most feared and intriguing prophecy of Nostradamus—

The world would end in 2012. Which was next year.

I couldn't just rely on tier 2 or tier 3 characters to always save my ass. I needed to build myself.

Although a month was nowhere near enough to reach my peak, it was the most I could ask her for—any more, and she would have denied my wish outright.

"…Alright then. I'll give it to you. A month. But don't expect yourself free from me."

"Regardless of whether you fail or not…I will take you for myself exactly after a month."

"You will always be mine," Makima said, her face dead serious, though her faint smile never left her lips.

She was clearly amused by this situation.

I smiled.

This had worked exactly as I planned.

She believed she could control me no matter what I did—because of the contract.

But I knew better.

This was my victory.

That's right.

I win…

…for now.

What I failed to notice was a faint glint in her eyes, hiding something from me. But she concealed it with her usual smile.

"You are to spend the night here with me every day, regardless of this month," she finished.

Figured. I knew she would do that. But it wasn't a problem.

I looked at her. For now, I shut my thoughts out and let my desire take over me.

Even if I couldn't have sex, that didn't mean I couldn't do anything else with her.

I closed the distance and savored her lips. Our tongues intertwined as my grip on her wrists tightened, letting me dominate her for this moment. It felt heavenly.

I pulled back, and we both looked at each other.

I tore off her dress and her bra, revealing her beautiful mounds to the world.

I paused, meeting her eyes, silently asking for permission.

She looked at me, smiling. "Go ahead."

The night was still young. For now, I would enjoy this.

After all, I was a moth drawn to her—a fire I couldn't resist.

(3rd POV)

It was a whole new day, and the world looked wonderful as usual. Aleks walked toward Reze's apartment.

He had spent the night at Makima's place and… well, it was enjoyable to say the least. It had been extremely hard to control himself within the limits he'd set, but he managed to resist nonetheless.

On his way, he'd plucked a white rose from a garden.

Arriving in front of her apartment, he gently rang the bell.

Convincing Makima to leave him be for a month had been hell. This moment, standing here now, felt exhilarating.

"Coming~" a woman's voice called out. It didn't sound like Reze.

Aleks narrowed his eyes. Had he come to the wrong apartment? No, this was definitely the right place.

Had Makima relocated her? Or was this the person Makima had sent to look after Reze during their conversation yesterday?

The door creaked open, revealing a young woman, probably about his age, with blonde hair and sapphire-blue eyes.

Her outfit was strange—what looked like a magician's robe with a hood.

"Who is it? Lavy?" Aleks heard a familiar voice.

It was Reze.

"Oh—um, who are you?" the blonde asked, probably the one named Lavy.

Reze stepped forward beside her, eyes widening.

"…Aleks?" Her voice caught in her throat. She hadn't expected him to return after hearing Makima had gone to "save" him.

She knew how possessive Makima had become over Aleks, so seeing him here was surprising.

Plus, she recalled his confession and the kiss they had shared. Her cheeks flushed.

Without wasting a second, she lunged at Aleks and hugged him tightly.

She was still unsure of her feelings, but she knew one thing—she liked his company. But hugging him and showing abit of affection was the least she could do for saving her life.

After all, she was taught to use affection as a tool to meet her ends, but Aleks was different.

She thought might really be the one who can change her.

"You dummy, why are you so late? I thought you wouldn't come," Reze said softly, her tone a mixture of relief and reproach.

Aleks smiled and hugged her back. "I fought a long battle and won a temporary victory… Look, I brought this for you." He held out the white rose.

She took the flower and looked up at him, cheeks still flushed.

(Image)

"Thank you~"

Aleks's heartbeat quickened.

She looks so beautiful. He thought.

Lavy, sensing the tension between the two, quietly excused herself.

Aleks stepped back and asked Reze, "Who is she? Did Makima send her to watch over you?"

Reze sighed softly and replied, "Yes. She was sent here by Miss Makima. I've been on missions with her once or twice. She's incredibly strong."

"What's her real name? Lavy sounds more like a nickname."

"Her name is… Lavinia Reni," Reze said calmly.

Aleks's eyes widened in shock.

What the fuck is she doing here? Working for public safety? Wasn't she part of the Slash Dog team?

He might have only watched three seasons of High School DxD and read up to volume 12 of the light novels, but he knew about the author's prequel series Slash Dog—and Lavinia was a notable waifu from that series.

One thing was clear—this world was far more different, and fucked up, than he ever imagined. Makima's presence had changed everything.

He wouldn't even be surprised if it turned out Azazel or even the entirely of Three Factions were secretly under Makima's control.

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