1 Chapter : 1 Dxd World

The boy stirred, a subtle breath escaping as his eyes opened to a hazy world. The fog soon lifted, revealing a white ceiling that held his attention. Slowly turning his head, he found himself in a lavish room adorned with intricate patterns, a wardrobe, and a mirror against elegantly designed walls.

Abruptly waking, the boy muttered, "Where am I?" His gaze darted around, the unfamiliar surroundings a shock. Another surprise awaited as he inspected his hand, exclaiming, "What happened? How did i turn white?"

Suddenly, a bright blue screen materialized before him. "Welcome to Story Changer System 2.0. I am your assistance, programmed to provide answers on your quest to change the narrative," it announced.

Eyeing the screen for a moment, the boy queried, "Are you a girl?"

"I have no gender; I am a program coded for your assistance," the screen replied through typed messages and a voice in his head.

The boy mused to himself, a sly smile forming, "Don't tell me it's a transmigration, and I've gained a system to grow stronger."

Walking towards the mirror, he studied his reflection – short blond hair, dark blue eyes, fair skin. He wore a burgundy blazer with gold embroidery on the right, matching pants, and underneath, a white dress shirt not fully buttoned, revealing a hint of his chest.

Returning to bed, the boy sat, pondering, "There's still something I don't understand. If I've transmigrated, as in those fantasy novels, it usually happens when someone dies or something drastic occurs. But I recall being at home, sleeping. How could I have died?" Confusion gripped him, and the boy delved deep into his thoughts.

Summoning the system, he muttered, "Are you there?" The familiar blue screen materialized, awaiting his inquiry.

"Can you shed more light on yourself, my situation how I reached here, and the world I'm in?" the boy requested.

In response, the system began, "You're in the world known as DxD, and as for your situation, you died while doing masturbation. Your neighbor reported it to the police, who discovered your lifeless body. Additionally," a brief pause followed, "your browsing history and a rather compromising photo have gone viral in your world."

Eyes widening, the boy stood, then erupted into laughter, a mix of disbelief and irony. "This can't be transmigration; it's just a dream. I'll wake up soon," he chuckled, closing and reopening his eyes, even resorting to pouring water on himself, yet his surroundings remained unchanged.

Suddenly Gripping the blue screen, he pleaded with teary eyes, "Tell me it's a lie."

The system's reply shattered his hope. "No, it's all true. You're even trending as the number one topic on every social media platform in your previous world."

The boy sank to his knees, the weight of reality crashing down on him.

Some time passed by as the boy layed on his bed, seemingly lifeless, when suddenly the blue screen reappeared.

"All data is ready to transfer," the system announced.

"What data?" the boy inquired in a lifeless tone.

"This world's information. As I told you before, I am the Story Changer System. Your goal is to become the main character. Upon completion, you'll be rewarded. And when you finally become the main character, you can ask for any three wishes, which will be granted," explained the system.

"Wishes?" The boy, now intrigued, asked again.

"Yes, any three wishes," replied the system.

"Can I return to my original world and erase that moment? You understand what I mean," the boy asked, his nerves palpable in the silence that followed.

"Yes, any three wishes, regardless of their nature," replied the system.

With newfound energy, the boy rose to his feet.

"Are you ready for data transfer?" the system inquired. "You have two modes: direct transfer to your brain, which might cause a short headache, or you can read it like a novel."

"I have no intention of getting headaches. Just give me the basic information now; I'll do the data transfer later," the boy asserted. The system proceeded to provide him with fundamental details about who he is, his family, and his current whereabouts.

I am Michael Smith, age 20 died due to excessive masturbation while watching a erotic movie but got another chance to live but in another world as a devil named Riser Phenex.

"By the way, can you show me my profile? Like, how much strength or power I have?" Riser inquired.

"I am really sorry; my purpose is only to reward and provide information about this world, and nothing else," the system replied.

A sudden knock echoed on the door. "Riser-sama, I brought your coffee," a woman's voice announced.

"Now who is here, and what should I do?" Riser asked, panicking.

"Just act normal," the system advised.

As riser calmed down " Come in " He said as voluptuous woman entered with a long, wavy purple hair that falls all the way down her back and matching eyes.

Her attire is a dress consisting of a navy blue tunic top with gold accents and a pale blue skirt with open sides, black shoes and over matching thigh-high stockings with garter belts. The top reveals much of her cleavage, and is held with a gold choker with blue and red jewels. 

She placed the coffee near the drawer beside the bed, catching Riser's fixated gaze. "Here's your coffee," she said in a sweet voice, noticing water on the floor. Summoning a cloth, she bent down to clean it, her ample wiggle wiggle buttocks hypnotic effect on riser as his eyes glued to it .

As Riser's right hand drifted autonomously, gravitating toward the plump, he seized it with a mix of anticipation and reluctance. "No, don't do it; you'll end up jailed. Please!" Riser's visible struggle unfolded, a testament to his futile attempts to halt his hand, seemingly guided by an enigmatic force.

Against his will, his hand enclosed around one of the plumps, and he initiated a gentle squeeze.

"Squishy... squishy..." The room held a charged atmosphere as Riser explored the tactile sensation, capturing the nuanced tension and curiosity of the moment.

"Ahh, Riser-sama," the young woman blushed slightly as Riser moved his hand.

"I'm really sorry; it was a mistake," Riser defended himself, trying to convey his innocence.

"No need to apologize. You can touch however you want, but not right now. Your mother has called you for breakfast," she explained, leaving the room.

"What in the hell did I do?" Riser sighed in disappointment, facepalming with his hand.

Sniff... sniff...

An alluring aroma emanated from Riser's hand, as if he had encountered an intoxicating fragrance. Riser's eyes widened as he took a deep sniff of his hand. "Dammit, what am I doing?" he muttered in disbelief.

"System, what's wrong with me? Is Riser's personality affecting me?" Riser questioned.

"It has nothing to do with Riser's personality; you only have his body. It must be your singleness, as you've never touched or been close to a woman," the system stated bluntly.

"No way, this isn't me. I am a Chad, I am a sigma. I can't fall for this. No, this won't happen ever again," Riser vowed to himself.

A few minutes later after freshening up, as Riser left the room and strolled through the

corridors, he spotted a lady up ahead. "Damn, who is that milf?" Riser wondered.

"It's your mother," the system replied.

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Author Note : This wrote for fun and enjoyment so don't focus on English since it's bad, just enjoy it and if you like give your power stone to me or your browsing history will be aslo leaked for the world to watch.