Izashi Meets Issei

In the bustling halls of Kuoh Academy, the air was thick with the usual chatter and excitement that accompanied the school day. The students moved through the corridors, either rushing to their next class or engaging in animated conversations with their friends. Among them, a group of girls had gathered near the entrance of a classroom, their eyes alight with anticipation.

"Oh my gosh, isn't that Kiba Yuuto?" one of the girls whispered excitedly, her voice filled with admiration. Her gaze was fixed on the doorway where a blonde-haired boy had just stepped inside.

"The handsome prince of Kuoh?" another girl asked, her thoughts racing as she contemplated the unexpected appearance. "What's he doing here? Could it be… did he notice me? Is he here to accept me?"

The murmurs of excitement spread like wildfire among the girls, each one harboring similar hopes and dreams. Kiba Yuuto was not just any student; he was the school's idol, the so-called prince who had captured the hearts of nearly every female student at Kuoh Academy. His gentle demeanor, striking looks, and impeccable manners made him the subject of many a girl's fantasy.

However, to the disappointment of the girls present, Kiba didn't so much as glance in their direction. He continued to walk past them, his steps purposeful, as if he had a specific destination in mind. The girls exchanged puzzled looks, their fantasies momentarily dashed.

Kiba stopped right before a certain desk in the classroom, his gaze settling on a boy who had been seemingly lost in his thoughts. "You are Hyoudou Issei, right?" Kiba asked, his tone polite and unassuming, yet carrying a certain authority.

Issei, who had been trying to enjoy what little free time he had, looked up in surprise. The last thing he expected was for Kuoh Academy's "prince" to come up and speak to him. He was already in a bad mood, having been thwarted in his attempt to sneak a peek at the tennis match between the two Great Onee-Samas of the school. His efforts had been in vain, as the female members of the kendo club, who were guarding the courts, had skillfully repelled him without breaking a sweat. Their swift and precise movements had sent him packing back to his classroom, nursing both his bruised ego and his bruised arm.

Now, this "pretty boy" was standing in front of him, interrupting his sulking. Issei frowned, his irritation evident in his voice as he responded, "Yeah, that's me. What do you want?"

Kiba didn't seem to notice—or perhaps he chose to ignore—the annoyance in Issei's tone. Instead, he maintained his polite demeanor, offering a small smile. "My Club President has requested your presence. Would you mind coming with me for a bit?"

Issei sighed deeply, his annoyance only growing. The prospect of being dragged into yet another situation he didn't want to be a part of was not appealing in the slightest. But he knew there wasn't much he could do to refuse, especially not when someone as popular as Kiba was involved. With a reluctant grunt, Issei stood up from his desk.

As Issei grabbed his bag, the girls around them couldn't contain their indignation. "How dare he walk beside Kiba-kun like that?" one girl whispered angrily.

"He's going to ruin the atmosphere just by being near him!" another girl hissed, her worry for Kiba evident in her tone.

Kiba, who had long since grown accustomed to the fangirls' over-the-top reactions, let out a nervous laugh but chose not to comment. He knew better than to engage with them; their adoration, while flattering, often bordered on excessive.

Issei, on the other hand, was far less tolerant. "Cut the bullshit, will you?" he muttered under his breath, though not so quietly that the girls couldn't hear him. Their eyes widened in shock, but before they could respond, Issei slung his bag over his shoulder and followed Kiba out of the classroom, leaving the gossiping girls behind.

Meanwhile, in the clubroom of the Occult Research Club, things were far more intimate. Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima, the Two Great Onee-Samas of Kuoh Academy, were entwined with Izashi Gremory, their Club President, in a private, cozy embrace. The aftermath of their earlier tennis match lingered in the air, a blend of victory and exhaustion that had led them to seek comfort in each other's arms. The sheets on the couch were disheveled, evidence of the closeness they shared.

Rias nestled her face against Izashi's chest, her breathing soft and content. Akeno, on the other hand, had her head resting on Izashi's shoulder, her eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the warmth of his body. The trio was in no rush to move, savoring the peaceful moment before they would have to return to the demands of their positions.

However, the sound of footsteps approaching the clubroom broke the tranquility. Izashi, sensing the presence of others nearby, smiled and spoke gently, "Looks like everyone's back. We should get dressed. It's time to greet them."

Rias and Akeno both let out small, reluctant sighs. They didn't want to move just yet, their hands lingering on Izashi as Rias murmured, "Just two more minutes, Izashi-kun…"

Izashi chuckled softly, knowing well that if he allowed them to stay like this, two minutes would easily stretch into much longer. He decided to take matters into his own hands. With a mischievous grin, he reached down and pinched Rias's pink, erect nipple, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

"Ah…" Rias moaned softly before Izashi covered her mouth with his own, silencing her as his breath ghosted over her ear. His voice was low, husky, and filled with promise as he whispered, "I could keep this up all day and never get tired, but now's not the time, Rias. We have to get up before I get too tempted to do more than just tease you."

Rias blushed deeply, feeling a shiver run down her spine at his words. The warmth of his breath against her ear, coupled with the promise in his tone, made her heart race. She knew that if they didn't get up now, things would escalate quickly—something they couldn't afford at the moment. Reluctantly, she nodded in agreement, pulling away from him, though not without a trace of longing in her eyes.

Izashi then turned his attention to Akeno, whose mischievous smile told him that she had no intention of moving either. He leaned in close to her, his voice playful yet commanding, "And as for you, Akeno… you're going to sit on my lap during the entire meeting. I would have both of you sit here, but unfortunately, only one can fit."

Akeno's eyes sparkled with excitement, clearly pleased with the arrangement. She shot a victorious look at Rias, who frowned slightly but didn't argue. Rias knew the situation well enough to understand that now wasn't the time for jealousy, no matter how much she might feel it.

With their decision made, the three of them rose from the couch and made their way to the wardrobe. They selected their school uniforms, though Rias and Akeno didn't bother with bras or panties, per Izashi's instructions. The lack of undergarments was a small but constant reminder of the dynamic between them, and while it did make them a bit uncomfortable, they didn't complain.

Their relationship was no secret within the peerage. All the members knew about the intimate bond they shared with Izashi, but none of them dared to comment on it. It was understood that this was the natural order of things, and they accepted it without question.

Once dressed, Izashi led the way into the main hall of the clubroom, where they found Koneko Toujou already seated and munching on her favorite sweets. Upon seeing Izashi, her face lit up with a rare smile, and she lowered her head slightly, waiting for her usual reward.

Izashi didn't disappoint. He patted her head affectionately, his voice soft as he praised her, "There, there. Koneko-chan is such a good girl."

Koneko closed her eyes, savoring the gentle pat. She found comfort in his touch, and though she tried to suppress it, she couldn't help the small, contented purr that escaped her lips. When Izashi finally lifted his hand from her head, she resumed eating her cookies, satisfied.

Rias and Akeno took their places in the main hall, with Akeno eagerly settling herself on Izashi's lap. His hands wrapped around her waist, holding her close as she leaned back against him, a smile of pure bliss on her face. Rias, while envious of Akeno's position, maintained her composure and took her seat behind a newly installed desk that covered her body from the waist down, only her angelic face visible above it.

The desk was something Izashi had insisted on, claiming that it added a "professional feeling" to the club. While Rias had her doubts about the necessity of the desk, she hadn't questioned him further, choosing instead to go along with his whims.

It wasn't long before Kiba entered the room with Issei in tow. The moment Issei stepped inside, he felt a sense of awe mixed with disbelief. He had expected to see the typical members of the Occult Research Club, but the sight that greeted him was far beyond his imagination.

Issei's gaze lingered on Koneko, his thoughts racing as he took in her presence. 'She's from the first year, but she looks more like an elementary school student,' he mused, his mind grappling with the oddity of her appearance. 'Still, she's popular with certain groups of guys...and even the girls. They treat her like some sort of mascot for being cute.'

Koneko, who had noticed Issei's staring, gave him a brief glance—a simple acknowledgment of his existence—before returning to her cookies with single-minded focus. Issei, feeling slightly embarrassed by her indifference, sweat-dropped and quickly shifted his attention elsewhere.

Next, his eyes fell on Akeno Himejima, the other half of the legendary duo known as the Two Great Onee-Samas. Issei felt his breath catch in his throat as he took in her appearance. Akeno's beauty was undeniable: her long, flowing black hair, tied up in a distinctive ponytail, gave her an air of elegance and mystery. Her smile, always present, was both inviting and intimidating, a perfect match for her title of "Yamato Nadeshiko."

However, what truly incensed Issei was the sight of Akeno sitting comfortably on Izashi's lap. The mere fact that one of the most revered figures in the school was in such a position with another student made his blood boil.

'Why the hell is Akeno-sama sitting on this guy's lap?' Issei thought furiously, his fists clenching at his sides. 'She's supposed to be unattainable, like a goddess! And here she is, acting like it's the most natural thing in the world! Is she... is she in a relationship with him? No! I can't accept that!'

Unable to contain his frustration any longer, Issei blurted out, "STOP! ENOUGH! Who the hell are you, pretty boy? Why are you defiling one of the Two Great Onee-Samas of the school?"

The room fell silent for a moment, everyone's eyes turning to Issei.

Izashi, who had been casually stroking Akeno's side, turned his head toward Issei with an amused grin. The outburst didn't seem to bother him; in fact, he seemed rather entertained by it.

"Yare, yare… so loud," Izashi remarked, his tone light and teasing. "You could have asked me that in a more polite way, you know."

Issei's anger only grew as he struggled to comprehend the situation. His thoughts were a chaotic swirl of disbelief and rage. 'Why is she so comfortable with him? Why is she letting him hold her like that?' The very idea that Akeno—one of the most idolized figures in the school—was in a relationship was something he simply couldn't wrap his head around.

The other members of the club didn't seem fazed by the scene in front of them. To them, this was just another day in the Occult Research Club. They had long since become accustomed to Izashi's relationship with Rias and Akeno, and they knew better than to question it.

Izashi's gaze remained fixed on Issei, his smile never wavering. "My name is Izashi Gremory. What's yours?"

Issei's eyes widened in shock, his bravado crumbling as reality hit him.

"My name is Hyoudou Issei," he managed to stammer out, his earlier confidence replaced by a nervous tremor in his voice. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

'Akeno-sama... Rias-sama... they're with him? This guy?' The very notion made his heart sink.

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