Chapter - 1

This is the story of an average-looking teen, Kenji, who was relatively tall for an Asian (5'11) and lived a very normal high school life.

He had a good build ( weight: 77 kg, chest: 40 inches, biceps: 14 in, forearm: 12 in, waist: 32 in, quads: defined, abs: undefined but strong, Excalibur: 5.7 in ), black hair, brown pupils, light skin, and not many talents or habits that made him stand out. Although he made regular conversations (about academic stuff) with his class girls just like a normal dude, he didn't get any luck with them, but he always had one wish in his heart - TO HAVE A HAREM OF HIS OWN.

Kenji was a pervert through and through, but he never expressed his perverted side to the world. He mastered the art of stealth and never got caught while checking out the girl's changing room. He was able to deduce the manufacturing company of the bra just by looking at the type and its strap, putting Sherlock Holmes to shame. To sum up, he was the Issei Hyoudou ( High school dxd's protagonist) of the school who was never caught.

Like every day, Kenji got ready and said he was walking to school. He sighed, "I don't want to go to school today, hmm..." before coming to a pedestrian crossing. He always ensured that he stood at a safe distance from the road because he was accustomed to the fact that where there is a crossing path, there's always truck-kun ( Kenji read too much manga ). He checked if the light was green, then proceeded to cross the road.

While Kenji was in the middle of the cross, he heard loud tyres screaking to his left. A grey truck was just at arm's length. He was too stunned to take any action; he was petrified. He knew he was going to die in a second, and within the second, his brain was firing up neurons at a phenomenal rate. Although Kenji's body gave up, his mind refused to. While it is a known fact that a person goes through his lifetime of memories at the time of death, in this window of milliseconds, Kenji was trying to deduce how to live, how to survive, and how to not kiss Truck-kun. 

As his life played before his eyes in a split second, Kenji was filled with contentment. He wasn't worried about his mother and father, as he knew his brother was going to take care of them. Kenji whispered fervently, "Mom, dad, thank you for everything," before getting hit by the truck. The truck hit real hard. He flew into a pole 12 feet away; his spine brutally smashed; he couldn't feel his lower torso. His limbs were still intact but twisted, ribs shattered, lungs crushed, organs damaged, and internal bleeding. Kenji was lying in his own blood pool. 

In his pitiful state, Kenji observed his blood to be green before blacking out. He opened his eyes, growling, "The f**k was that," just to see a pair of Gazongas ready to bust at any moment to his left. Their sheer size was enough to make any man drop their jaw. The pair had inverted nipples poking outwards in a very lewd manner. The jugs were as white as snow with a pale pink hint, and adding to their beauty, the jewels resting on top of them were flamingo pink. Kenji, being a man and being the perve he is, started advancing his right index finger, attempting to poke one of them.

Before he could do that, a seductive and mellifluous voice from above his forehead said, "Hey silly, let's try this some other time, okay?" Kenji looked in the direction of the enchanting voice. A woman with milky skin, adorned with a delicate hint of pink and exuding an ethereal radiance, looked at him. 

Her pointed ears added an intriguing charm. Her eyes were a mesmerizing blend of ruby and sapphire, drawing one into their captivating gaze. The soft, moist pinkness of her lips invites admiration, their subtle sheen adding to their irresistible allure. Combined, these features form a strikingly beautiful countenance, blonde hair, exuded an aura of elegance, mystery, and undeniable allure, leaving an indelible impression of sensuality and grace.

Kenji passed out, reason nose bleed.