Power X Progressive [DXD/CSM AU]

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(MC's Appearance)

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(1st POV)

I was in the kitchen, making breakfast. The sizzle was quite loud as I worked on a Greek-style omelette. A subtle glance at the clock—7:30 a.m. We had about thirty minutes before we were required to meet Makima at 8.

Yawn.

Reze walked out, clearly still half-asleep. She looked at me standing there in the kitchen, cooking.

"That smells nice. I'm glad you can cook… yawn," she mumbled.

"I still feel sore. Must be my bad sleeping posture."

A sweat drop slid down my temple, and I smiled wryly.

Only I knew the truth—how we'd slept, tangled together, cuddling like lovers.

"You should hurry up. We have thirty minutes."

She walked off toward the bathroom while I continued cooking.

A while later.

I was sitting across from Reze as we savored the breakfast. The clink of cutlery filled the space between us..

"Thank you for the food," Reze said, pressing her palms together in a gesture she'd picked up during her time in Japan.

I watched her for a moment, then looked down at my plate. "Do you think our first mission together will be dangerous?" I couldn't shake this nagging feeling that something was about to go wrong.

"What happened to Mister I won't let you die on me?" Reze teased, a sly grin tugging at her lips. "Are you…scared?"

This girl.

"All the missions I've done before were either cleaning up stray devils, yokais, or fallen angel syndicates," I said, trying to sound casual. "And I survived."

"You worry too much," she replied, her tone light but her gaze lingering on me a little longer than necessary. "It's not like Miss Makima would send her precious dog off to die. Mr. Lover Boy~"

I sighed, leaning back in my chair.

If only you had any idea how fucked up Makima's actions were in Chainsaw Man.

I looked at the clock—7:58 a.m.

Fuck. We were late.

We wouldn't get there in time if we just ran normally.

I shot up from my seat. Reze stopped eating too, her chopsticks frozen midair. We'd completely lost track of time, and now we had to move.

I didn't want to be late on my first mission. It was a matter of first impressions.

"Reze," I asked, my voice low, "how fast can you run?"

"Even if I run at full speed, we won't make it in time. It's a bit too far," she said, sounding annoyed—and maybe a little worried.

No other choice, then. This was the perfect opportunity to test Toji's physical abilities.

I briefly considered using a character template to teleport us there. But I decided against it. Every second saved from that power might be crucial later—especially today.

We left the apartment building and stepped out onto the street. I turned to look at Reze, who glanced back at me, her expression puzzled.

"…What?" she asked, already sounding flustered.

"We're out of time. Just trust me on this." Before she could react, I lifted her up in a princess carry.

"W-w-what are you doing? Put me down!" She protested, but strangely, she didn't struggle much.

"Hold on tight."

She hesitated, then slowly slid her arms around my neck, her face turning red.

I took a slow breath, adjusted my grip, and stepped forward.

And then the world went blur. I speed-blitzed my way toward the headquarters while still holding back. I didn't want to cause any property damage—imagine the chaos if I unleashed Toji's full potential. Plus I was carrying Reze with me.

It took me just 30 seconds to cover roughly 3 km, from her apartment to Public Safety Headquarters.

For context, the world record for running 3 km is about seven minutes. I just shattered that record like it was nothing.

I wasn't even tired and I was still holding back my speed. Just thinking about it gave me goosebumps.

I had surpassed human limits. That thought was both terrifying and exciting at the same time.

"Would you put me down already?" Reze's tired expression snapped me back to reality.

"Oh yeah, uh—my bad." I gently put her down.

"That was insane… You never said you were this strong." Reze let out a short laugh, but her eyes were serious. "Honestly, I feel like an idiot for holding you back yesterday. It's…a little embarrassing now." She kept talking while I just listened, lost in thought.

I looked at her and didn't say anything.

She was just…beautiful.

I couldn't wait for our date, even though it was not really a date. I wanted to know all her secrets.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

We walked inside together.

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We were standing right outside Makima's private quarters. I gently knocked on the door, letting her know we were here.

"Come in." A soft voice came from inside the room.

We entered, and my eyes landed on the Control Devil. She wore her usual outfit, but this time her hair was untied, falling smoothly around her shoulders. Her curves, her breasts, her smile…

Everything looked perfect.

It was so hard for me to even control my inner desire. Despite knowing how downright evil she was, I still couldn't help but be attracted to her.

God, I am such a simp.

I shook my head, trying to clear it and focus on our main objective.

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Makima stepped toward us and laid her tablet on the desk. The screen lit up with pictures of several men, women, and…children, all dead inside what looked like a traditional Japanese courtyard.

The scene was brutal. The state of each body was horrific to say the least, and yet…I felt nothing as I looked at them.

"What is this?" I asked, not wanting to waste time staring at photos of corpses.

"They are—or rather, were—a renowned Yakuza family from Nagoya," Makima said in her usual calm tone. "They were killed by a devil who is the main target of your mission."

She swiped the screen, showing more photos—symbols drawn in blood across sliding doors, and a trail of bloodied footprints.

"You must eliminate him before he kills off the other half of the family in Yokohama. I will give you two the address."

Her eyes met mine, and she smiled as if she was talking about something perfectly normal.

Reze didn't flinch or react much while looking at the images—or hearing the mission details.

Well, she was an assassin. Of course nothing fazed her, huh? I wish I was like that before.

"Why… why would the devil target this family?"

"What did they do to be hunted down by a devil?" I couldn't help but ask.

Makima smiled—like she'd been expecting that question. She folded her arms before speaking.

"The head of this family made a deal with a noble devil. But they didn't hold up their end of the bargain… and this was the result."

"You two shouldn't face any problems. With your combined abilities, this should be effortless."

Huh?

This didn't add up.

Why is she lying?

She clearly told me—told us—that our first mission would be difficult.

So why change her tone now?

What are you planning, Makima…?

"But you said our first mission would be… difficult?" This time, it was Reze who spoke up.

She looked at Makima, eyes narrowed slightly. She picked up on it too.

Eliminating a single devil—one who didn't even sound like a Satan-Class level, based on Makima's words—this felt too easy.

Makima tilted her head slightly, as if amused. Her golden eyes settled on Reze, then slowly met mine.

"I told Aleks to get plenty of rest before his first mission," she said calmly. "But I never said the mission itself would be difficult."

A faint smile formed at her lips.

"First missions can be stressful for newly formed teams," Makima went on, tilting her head slightly, almost amused. "It's not the threat of your target, but the pressure of working together for the first time that can be…overwhelming."

"Liar."

I pointed straight at her.

She just smiled and didn't say a word. Then she turned around, her hair swaying and pretending as if she hadn't just fed me bullshit.

"Reze," she said calmly, "would you give us some private time?"

Reze understood immediately. She didn't say anything, just walked out without another word.

Now it was only me and Makima.

My heart started throbbing again—not out of fear or nervousness, but because of the tension building between us.

With Path of the Human God, I didn't fear anyone in this world—no devil, no dragon, no god, nobody except that Overseer the goddess mentioned.

As long as I kept this power active, nobody here was a threat to me.

Makima? I could snap her out of existence if I wanted to…though it'd cost me a ten-year cooldown, fucking me over in the long run.

And I didn't really want to use Tier 3 characters unless it was absolutely necessary.

I could feel it—that gaze. The Overseer trying to lock onto the anomaly that had just invaded this world.

I'd felt that same gaze before, back when I resurrected Yelena.

It was proof that the Overseer wasn't omniscient when it came to Outsiders, but it was still powerful enough to focus its attention on this one planet out of countless universes in the entire multiverse.

I had to be careful. This was probably what that goddess meant when she warned me not to pursue the Longinus Sacred Gears.

(3rd POV)

"Aleks-kun? Aleks-kun?"

Makima's voice pulled him back. He'd been so deep in his thoughts he forgot to notice how close she got to him.

Their proximity was barely inches from each other.

Aleks blinked, and then his gaze settled on her face. She was so close now that he could feel the warmth of her breath.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked in that same soft, calm tone that somehow made him forget everything else.

"I…slept amazing," he muttered, voice low. "Reze is…a fun person to be around."

He thought about their fight, the way they'd ended up curled together, the sprint through Tokyo with her in his arms. But he didn't say any of that out loud.

Makima tilted her head slightly, studying him as if she was trying to see something only she could see.

"I'm sure you did," she murmured. Then her hand lifted—two delicate fingers under his chin, guiding his face to hers until their eyes locked.

"Now…look at me."

He didn't resist and did as she said.

Her golden eyes glimmered, trying to peer through his eyes.

"Your eyes…they've changed," she whispered, her voice dropping. "They're different…and so much more beautiful."

Her smile was fsint but intimate.

"You've become more beautiful, Aleks-kun."

"You don't realize how precious you are," she said softly, moving her finger across his face.

"You're beautiful, smart, strong, and most importantly…loyal to me."

She paused, her golden eyes fixed onto his bright blue eyes.

"I feel like I lucked out finding you. I'm not speaking to Aleks. I'm speaking to you—the one inhabiting his body."

"I know you see through me," she went on, her voice almost a whisper, "but I want you to understand that my affection for you is real."

She tilted her head slightly, as if curious about his reaction.

"I've never lied to you. Have I?"

Yes. Every second of your life, lying is what you do, Makima, Aleks thought.

"It makes me sad that you'd call me a liar." Her tone was still soft and steady, but it was her eyes that made him feel like she was telling the truth.

"I must admit, I don't know much about that devil. Who he might be affiliated with…"

She tilted her head just slightly, the corners of her lips barely lifting.

"And if it turns out he has powerful backers… I don't want you to think I lied to you."

"That would hurt me, Aleks-kun." 

Makima finished confessing, leaving Aleks in an emotional turmoil.

Did she really mean what she said? Aleks almost second-guessed himself.

He knew Makima was up to something—Johan's manipulation talent had confirmed it.

He knew he couldn't trust her words. Not yet.

She was guilt-tripping him, and he was well aware.

Makima then took his hand and placed it on her breast, right over her heart.

She made him feel her soft, warm mound, pressing his palm to make him feel the rhythm of her heart beating inside her.

"You feel this? This is what I feel for you, Aleks-kun."

Aleks couldn't believe his situation right now. This was too out of context. He couldn't rationalize why Makima was doing this—other than to guilt-trip him further.

He made his resolve. He would play along with her game.

"Miss Makima…" Aleks grabbed her and pushed her against the nearby wall.

"Stop me if you want, before I do this…" he warned her.

She looked at him with her usual calm smile.

"Go ahead."

He closed the distance between them. Their lips met, and their tongues intertwined in an intimate yet hungry kiss. It was deep, sloppy, and almost desperate.

Makima wrapped her arms around him as he kept kissing her.

It was almost imperceptible—the different glint in her eyes that conveyed something else, something hidden, before she finally closed them to savor the moment.

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