Morningstar Campione

"Thank you, Asia-chan, your assistance has spared me from a great deal of trouble." I gently caressed her blonde hair, appreciating the way it felt between my fingers, as Asia Argento, the nun who was remarkably gullible and easily manipulated, knelt before me, her lips wrapped around my cock.

The sensation of her slippery tongue working its magic was undeniably pleasurable, a testament to the rigorous training I had imparted upon her.

Asia had been molded into my personal nun, a servant whose once-sacred purity, meant to be offered to God, was now thoroughly claimed by me.

There was no denying the thrill I derived from ravaging her tight, consecrated pussy—much like the thrill I experienced when I indulged in the body of my own sister, Hoshino Ai.

I often found myself comparing the two, pondering which of them truly surpassed the other, and without fail, I always concluded that my sister reigned supreme over any other woman.

Asia didn't respond, which was hardly surprising given that her mouth was preoccupied with her current task.

I relished the moment, releasing my load deep into her throat without any forewarning, and then adjusted my trousers as she remained on her knees, waiting patiently for my next command.

I seated myself on the church bench, my thoughts drifting as I awaited the arrival of something—or someone—important.

"Hoshino Kun... Are you certain the summoning of the Heretic God will be successful?" she asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.

Her concern was understandable, after all, what kind of summoning ritual was this, utilizing sex with a nun and a church as the medium?

But I knew precisely what I was doing.

What the Devil relished most was indulgence in debauchery and the corruption of the most devout followers of God, offered up as sacrificial pawns.

From my extensive experience in cultist rituals, where I personally witnessed countless individuals summoning the Devil to strike deals, I learned that such offerings would assuredly invoke his presence.

Upon realizing the world into which I had reincarnated and confirming the existence of Campione through Kusanagi Godou, I meticulously crafted my plans.

First, I intercepted Asia, who was en route to the Kuoh church, and extended her a personal invitation to reside in Tokyo.

Utilizing the connections of my childhood friend, Sena Kashiwazaki who's from the high class society, I discreetly facilitated Asia's entry into the church through a clandestine route. Her innocence and gullible nature made her an easy subject for manipulation, bending her will to fit my designs.

Secondly, I maintained constant surveillance over Kusanagi Godou, discreetly monitoring his movements.

When he intended to travel to Sardinia, I took decisive action.

I intercepted him, seized his Prometheus Grimoire, and incapacitated him by striking him with a brick after luring him to a secluded area under the guise of being a friend of his sister.

This false identity allowed me to engage him in conversation, ensuring his unsuspecting compliance.

Thirdly, I immersed myself in the study of devils—their powers, personalities, and vulnerabilities—through my involvement in cult activities.

I went so far as to masquerade as a priest, learning under the tutelage of a nut exorcist named Freed.

This fool, conveniently gullible, divulged everything he knew about devils to me, agreeing with my feigned hatred towards them.

He even imparted knowledge about the weaknesses of Devil Prince, pouring a wealth of information into my grasp.

As long as I feigned agreement with his twisted philosophy and expressed a fabricated hatred for devils, this fool became a tool at my disposal.

Whether it was imparting knowledge, providing training, or acting as my personal weapon, Freed would comply without question. All it took was mentioning the presence of a devil, and he would eagerly carry out my bidding, killing them with fanaticism.

I primarily used him to eliminate stray devils that posed a potential threat to my sister. Their backgrounds, personalities, or the circumstances that led them to flee from their masters were of no concern to me. I cared only that they stayed off my sister's radar. Freed, ever the willing pawn, would kill them, whether they were innocent or not.

Even Hikaru and a stalker who, in the future, would have threatened my sister with murder, were eliminated by me—more accurately, by Freed.

I simply accused them of being Satanists, and this simpleton believed the lie without question, carrying out the execution without hesitation.

The primary reason I refrained from soliciting Freed's assistance regarding Asia was due to the fallen angel that stood behind him.

I had no desire for him to become aware of my possession of this girl.

Despite Freed's seemingly dumbass intelligence, the fallen angels allied with him were relentless in their pursuit of sacred gear from Asia and would not entertain any compromises.

Even though I had developed a surprisingly amicable rapport with that nut priest, there was no doubt in my mind that they would disregard our partnership the moment they learned of my connection to Asia.

Let us direct our attention to the present situation.

In contrast to the complex and sacrificial process required to summon other Heretic Gods—entailing numerous sacrifices of witches—summoning Lucifer Morningstar proves to be considerably more easy.

This is largely due to his propensity to make a deal with mortals, a pastime he has seemingly adopted as a hobby.

However, it is crucial to note that summoning him necessitates the presentation of something profoundly nefarious.

Lucifer would not materialize unless I demonstrated both my genuine intent and an indulgence in activities of moral depravity that would unequivocally signal sin to him.

"Before that, you need to fix your appearance, we shouldn't disrespect the devil prince." I advised Asia, who nodded in understanding and immediately set about following my instructions.

She used a handkerchief to meticulously clean away the cum of our previous indulgence and adjusted her attire to present herself appropriately.

At last, I turned my gaze toward the figure before me—a man with flowing blonde hair, adorned with white wings that extended from his back, clad in an elegant black suit.

His eyes, fixed upon me, conveyed a look of appreciative intrigue.

"How fascinating," he remarked, his tone rich with interest. "You have provided me with quite an intriguing spectacle, mortal. State your wish."

Indeed, I had orchestrated a most audacious act: I had defiled a once-pure nun and desecrated a place of worship, which was meant to be a sanctum of holiness.

Yet again, that hallowed ground had been tainted, all in the service of summoning the Heretic God before me—a being who stands in direct opposition to the Divine.

This act of sacrilege had evidently pleased Lucifer Morningstar immensely, as he had observed my brazen challenge to the celestial order with great satisfaction.

"However, bear in mind the rules of our agreement," the Prince of Darkness added, a smirk playing on his lips. "I require a fair exchange."

"I wish you show us your grace, Lord Lucifer, in exchange I will offer my lifespan to you." I bowed in humility as I requested, hiding my cunning by lowering my head.

He blinked, granting the wish without much thought, as he personally bestowed upon me the power of the sun. It seemed as though he was accustomed to such transactions, eager to conclude it swiftly.

However, before he could fully react, I absorbed his power into the Prometheus Grimoire.

Realizing something was amiss, Lucifer's frown deepened. I wasn't merely absorbing his blessing—I was siphoning his entire solar power.

If this had been the true Lucifer, without a doubt, I would have stood no chance against him, and my scheme would have been effortlessly crushed.

Unfortunately for him, as he had descended using the guise of a Heretic God, he was bound by the world's rules and was significantly weakened.

A wicked smirk spread across my face as the fallen angel walked right into my trap.

I returned the solar power to him, but this time, it was compressed to its smallest form, yet potent enough to inflict serious harm upon him.

To be precise, I controlled the damage, ensuring the building before us remained intact, while channeling the full force of the sun's power directly at Lucifer Morningstar and him alone.

The impact was catastrophic. It hurled him against the wall with such force that blood spewed from his mouth, and his once immaculate black suit was shredded by the raw energy of the sun that had been unleashed upon him.

The elegance that once defined him was utterly obliterated.

I knew this was my only opportunity to become a Campione, so I quickly located the spear hidden beneath the bench, drenched in holy water, and thrust it into his chest, delivering the final blow.

Even in brink of his death, Lucifer Morningstar's expression remained unreadable, his eyes locked onto mine with a look of amusement.

"It seems I underestimated mortal greed. I thought you were just another fool seeking a pact with the devil. Who would have thought you were more than a fool—you're a bloody idiot. Don't die, mortal. Next time, I'll personally drag you to hell."

With those words, he pressed the spear I held deeper into his gut, and I almost panicked, thinking he still had the will to resist and intended to kill me.

But it turned out to be nothing more than a false alarm.

Then, he vanished, and my consciousness faded into darkness, only to find myself waking up in the lap of a pink-haired loli.

"Congratulation, my son, you have killed the devil prince personally and accepted his power, I will not take your time too long as the real world is waiting for you." She bestowed a gentle kiss upon my forehead, as the duality of curse and blessing seamlessly amalgamated within the depths of my consciousness.

As I opened my eyes, I beheld Asia's gaze fixed upon me, her countenance marked by a trace of apprehension.

"Are you fine, Hoshino Kun?" she inquired with a touch of concern.

"Yes, I never been so great as it's now, Asia. Bend over, let celebrate my ascension with your pussy,"

Feeling the unspeakable power inside me, I couldn't help but want to vent them all, undoubtedly, Asia's pussy is the best answer.

With a shy nod, she complied, placing her hands upon the pew of the church as she awaited my approach, her anticipation palpable.

I swiftly discarded her nun's attire, leaving her exposed and naked, as I positioned my cock to enter her pussy.

My erection, throbbing with horny desire, aligned with her moist, inviting warmth vagina.

I thrust my cock with intense vigor into her pussy as her moans reverberated through the sacred confines of the church.

My pent-up desire erupted within her pussy, again and again, no matter how fervently she tried to stifle her sounds; her efforts were futile against the relentless rhythm of my thrusts.

"Hoshino-kun... Ah... I'm cumming."

She squirted her water and collapsed weakly onto the floor, her body trembling as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, even before I reached the peak of my release.

It is often more challenging for a woman to climax before a man, but since my initiation into the cult, I had mastered Sex Magick, which had significantly enhanced my ability to bring a woman to pleasure with a single, powerful thrust.

Despite her collapse into a puddle of her own cum, I remained rock-hard in my arousal.

Asia, having succumbed to the intensity of her orgasm, lay fainted and spent on the floor.

I could only exhale a resigned sigh as I focused on adjusting my appearance and tending to Asia.

Gently, I lifted her from the ground and cradled her in my arms.

With a flourish, I unfurled my white wings and ascended into the sky.

My destination was clear— my home.

Yes, now it was time to meet with my sister.

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Summary of the Chapter 1:

This plot revolves around a morally complex protagonist named Hoshino Kun, who manipulates and corrupts others for his own gain while striving for immense power in a world combining elements from High School DxD, Campione, and other anime settings.

Manipulating Asia Argento: Hoshino intercepts Asia, a devout and naive nun, and corrupts her both physically and spiritually. He uses her innocence as a tool to further his own sacrilegious rituals, including summoning Lucifer Morningstar. Asia becomes a devoted servant, manipulated into aiding his dark pursuits while maintaining a façade of servitude.

Encountering Lucifer Morningstar: Through a ritual steeped in debauchery and sin, Hoshino summons a weakened version of Lucifer in his Heretic God form. Lucifer appears intrigued, and Hoshino deceives him by offering his lifespan in exchange for power. However, Hoshino secretly uses the Prometheus Grimoire to absorb and weaponize Lucifer's solar power, delivering a lethal blow that kills the weakened Heretic God and grants Hoshino the status of a Campione.

Eliminating Obstacles: Before this, Hoshino meticulously eliminates potential threats to his plans and sister, Hoshino Ai, by manipulating others like Freed, a fanatic priest. Freed becomes an unwitting pawn in Hoshino's schemes, killing stray devils and individuals Hoshino labels as threats, including a stalker targeting Ai. Hoshino's calculated actions ensure that no one can jeopardize his ambitions or his sister's safety.

Becoming a Campione: After killing Lucifer, Hoshino is transported to a metaphysical plane, where a mother of Campione, Pandora, acknowledges his actions and bestows upon him immense power. He awakens with newfound strength, solidifying his place as a Campione—a mortal who has slain a god.

Embracing Power and Debauchery: Upon awakening, Hoshino indulges in his lustful and domineering tendencies, celebrating his ascension by using Asia. His power, now fused with Lucifer's blessing, amplifies his desires, showcasing his unrepentant moral depravity.

Return to His Sister: The story hints at a deeper connection with Hoshino Ai, as Hoshino prepares to return home to his sister, whose safety and presence remain pivotal to his motivations. Despite his manipulative and sinful nature, his attachment to Ai drives many of his decisions.