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Riser and his peerage fell out of the teleportation portal hard on the floor of the Gremory manor. Never had he felt so humiliated in all his life. The Sect Master that human defeated them all in two moves. Paralization was as good as death in a fight, especially in a rating game.

The bastard had taken Rias’s virginity, and unexpectedly Sirzechs hadn’t gone in the power of destruction blazing and destroyed the human filth. Grayfia had been cautious, as if the filthy human was a true match for an ultimate class devil.

“We should tell our parents and see what they want us to do from here,” Ravel said.

“Dutiful Ravel, isn’t it obvious we must alter our tactics and prepare for battle against an honorless foe. Rias isn’t lost to me without a rating game; it's in our betrothal contract and the land dowry. I’ve already built my vacation mansion and sunk too much money in the surrounding lands. The land excavation was promising; there was the possibility of a gold mine if we dug deep enough or even oil. Humans love their oil, and I need money.” Rias said.

He sucked in a breath and felt his body jolt from the spell the human cast. His natural magic resistance should have nullified the human mage’s spells, but they lasted a worrying amount of time.

“He took off your head with a glance and knocked us out of commission with a wave. That upper ultimate class is the type of power noble devil families will risk dirtying their blood for. If he grew even stronger with reincarnation, they would have to make him into an honorary fifth Satan. Use your head, big brother, before he rips it off again.” Ravel said.

“You aren’t making me feel better, sister. How can I form a strategy to beat him if you don’t give me ideas?”

“We could try bombing him from a distance,” Yubelluna said.

Riser kissed the girl on her purple lips. “That’s why I like you, simple and effective.”

“We lack information to make a strategy. What if he’s a long-range type and beat us with close combat.” Ravel said.

He didn’t have an answer for that. Riser only hoped that it wasn’t the case.

…

Grayfia’s ass rippled with every slap, even as her devil physiology let her get away with blows that would collapse skyscrapers and decimate towns. The harder he slapped, the wetter Grayfia became. He wanted 1000 devil girls because the whores in the dragon ball universe wouldn’t be enough after a while. Even Grayfia was hitting her limit as he plunged into her and came.

He loved how her labia stretched with every thrust, a deep pink to her milky white ass. His seed poured out of her, but he kept going because his own physiology didn’t care that he came. Grayfia wasn’t pregnant, yet his swimmers had to cross her cervix and invade her ovum. She claimed devil eggs were very choosy, but his swimmers didn’t tend to give choices.

More children for his Sect was automatically a good thing; he couldn’t wait to have a few seedlings kicking ass and taking names for his Sect.

His attention moved over to Bulma at 17 and perfectly legal. Unfortunately, thrusting into her would shatter the woman’s pelvis, turn her vagina into a meat pie, and possibly explode her womb. Humans of Earth without training weren’t stretchy enough to tank his dick.

“More keep pounding my slutty maid pussy.” Grayfia said.

He smacked her ass again and gave her another, helping her tight, hungry snatch ate it up and came back for more. Cum spilled out between her legs, pooling and steaming instead of freezing in the permafrost.

After using her from behind, he turned her around and felt her breasts push against his chest before he stole a kiss from the woman. “No, my kisses are for Sirzechs sama,” Grayfia said.

“What are you going to do, maid of Lucifer? I have robbed your lord of his rightful kisses.” Vergil said.

“I don’t know what’s going on; who is Lucifer, and why are her kisses only for him. Are you roleplaying?” Bulma asked.

He placed her back on his throne and pressed against her. “With this, my cock will take you deeper than before, and your impregnation will be guaranteed. Then, I, the justice Sect Master, will cuck the devil himself.” Vergil cackled.

Grayfia smirked at him in approval before closing her legs. “No, I can’t let you take me like this; only Lord Lucifer can take me on a throne.”

“Do you guys like to be watched? Is that what this is?” Bulma yelled.

Vergil plunged himself into Grayfia's sopping wet pussy. Her legs parted with little prompting, and he pounded her, stretching her cervix more with every thrust. Her eyes widened when he thrust forward harder than before, and she groaned as his dick popped through her cervix. Then, like winter’s breath, a loud moan swept through the womb as he came directly.

“Did she just moan from you piercing her cervix? How does that work?” Bulma asked.

A groan escaped him as he came into the woman splattering his throne, which could be hosed down before he entered builder mode and repaired the throne room. As he pulled out, a loud pop resounded like the ringing of hell's bells. Grayfia moaned as she wiggled, sealing back her cervix.

Devils had odd physiology. Something that would leave a human woman in crippling pain only brought a devil more pleasure.

Bulma Briefs

Rank: Associate

Power Level: 4.9

Cultivation: NA

Techniques learned: NA

Time Elapsed As a Disciple: 6 hours

Bulma was one of his disciples, so Vergil wouldn’t pound her pussy unless she wanted him to. Grayfia wasn’t a part of the Sect, so she was free game. He decided to write that rule down and text everyone when he could.

…

The second foreign world differed from the first, with devils, angels, and fallen. Technology was more advanced in some places and less in others. People looked at him oddly when he walked around in his Sect robe or when he combed his afro. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t fit into the role of a traditional Japanese man. Mark hadn’t been normal since he grew 6ft 2in.

Speaking of abnormal, the new world had these weird cannibals called ghouls, not to be confused with the ghouls in world 2.

Mark heard the bell ring as he entered his new favorite café. Aenteku was the name, and they had the best cup of coffee. While he didn’t need caffeine to stay awake or much food after reaching the peak of prenatal ki, it was a luxury he enjoyed. What was the point of visiting a new world and seeing the sights if he didn’t sample the local cuisine?

Sensei had Shiro holding down the fort as an elder; they took turns. He had just gotten off his shift after giving a promising young recruit a pep talk and some good old-fashioned sparing. As sensei called the boy, Issei Hyoudou was becoming a promising little seedling. Boosted gear quickly turned the boy from a fragile little mortal into a powerful opponent.

“Welcome to Aenteku; sit anywhere you like, sir; we are just opening,” Irimi did some work behind the counter. Mark liked the girl’s hard-working attitude and long black hair. She always had a smile on her face when she poured him a fresh cup.

“What time do you get off, Irimi?” The waitress cringed.

That was a blow to his pride, and it would take some time to recover.

“You’re a great guy Mark. I’m not the kind of girl you want to be with.” Irimi said.

“I will be the judge of that.” Mark looked away; no one else was in the shop. “Where is that other girl Touka? She’s a cute young thing. I have a little brother around her age; the kid is shy around the ladies. The last girl he was with punched him in the gut at the end of their date.” It was a holy spear. Issei dodged it and dragged her to the Sect after beating the girl down. “She seems nice. If you weren’t comfortable going out with me alone, we could have a double date.”

“You are persistent. I don’t think Touka is interested in her current studies, but if you want, my shift ends 16. I don’t have much of an appetite, so don’t get discouraged if I don’t eat.” Irimi said.

Mark had nothing but coffee in the last few days. Besides the elemental stones he had absorbed to foster his body cultivation, he didn’t eat. It was a strange feeling to realize he didn’t need food, and it didn’t make him less human.

The doorbell rang, and Hercule looked back to see a purple-haired woman wearing glasses walk in. She was looking for something to eat but was dissatisfied with the prospects. He figured she wasn’t much of a sandwich person. He didn’t see her as a threat and almost returned to watching Irimi prepare for the day until he sensed Issei clearly intending to meet with him.

Issei walked in looking nervous, especially when the purple-haired woman stared at him with naked hunger. He debated whether she was a ghoul or a nymphomaniac. Issei found a seat across from him and relaxed.

“Shiro is trying to kill me.” Issei groaned.

“Don’t feel too bad we’re in a tough spot until another member of higher management is trained. Why do I have to be on the shortlist of candidates? It's not fair. I want to pick up girls, build a harem, and worship boobs.” Issei said.

Irimi covered her mouth, and the purple-haired woman giggled softly. “Give it a few weeks; some more candidates will get trained, and the workload will lessen. In the meantime, keep your head down and do everything Shiro asks you to do. You can’t say the money isn’t good.” Mark said.

“I think I’m going to go and explore the city and find something for Raynare. Would she like more fetish gear to add to her collection? I couldn’t imagine she would say no to dressing up like a horse gimp. We could go to that convention everyone's talking about with the ponies.” Issei smiled a lecherous grin. “What do you think?”

Mark typed quickly, sending a group text to anyone who wasn’t busy. “I think a group of minders is on their way to ensure you don’t spend your time looking through fetish gear in the darkest parts of Tokyo,” Mark said.

“Do you think Cammy is going to join?”

“Think about what you just said logically,” Mark said.

“So my entourage will be full of dudes. That sucks.” Issei said.

Mark shook his head.

…

Issei let his wingman, a mid-class Devil named Biguile, talk him into taking another shot before they headed to the tattoo parlor. The bar wouldn’t let them in until some purple-haired college-age man stuck his neck out for them.

“Easy there; public drunkenness is not a good look for anyone,” Shu said.

“The kid is scared of needles,” Biguile said.

Issei wanted to cry; his new friend was mean, and they could die tomorrow on their dungeon dive. It happened even if the pony dungeon wasn’t considered that dangerous. The Sect Master’s opinion wasn’t the same as the whole Sect. Biguile treated it like the dungeon would be a walk in the park. Issei took another shot before stacking his glasses.

“Let's do this, Eagle with devil wings. I had Yuma stencil a design for me.” Issei said.

“Who is this Yuma?”

“A fallen angel and the love of my life,” Issei shouted.

“Some crazy girl who tried to kill him and failed. The kid took pity on her, and she’s been love-bombing him ever since. I think the Sect Master put the fear of Satan in her, or it might have been the thug or afro guy. I forgot whose shift it was when the incident happened. Have you thought about our offer? We could use a fifth member for the dive.” Biguil said.

“We are supposed to have a ten-man team, but no one wanted to join us because of the pressure,”  Issei said.

He saw three different purple-haired men spiraling around his vision. Issei was certain he wouldn’t feel the needle in his arm.

“Here is your tab.” The pretty red-headed barmaid said.

“Can you pay it, Biguil? I am broke?” Issei said.

“How did you spend your stipend from the Sect Master so quickly?” Biguil asked.

“What do you mean by Sect Master you’ve said that word a few times?”

“Oh no, they’re asking questions quickly; use your devil magic and mind-wipe them,” Issei yelled.

Biguil started rubbing his temples. “Can we smoke in here?” Biguil asked before checking his pockets for his smokes. “I thought I had them in my breast pocket. Did you do anything with them, Issei?” Biguil said.

The bosted gear user turned his head away while Tsukiyama laughed good-naturedly. “Truly young Hyoudou, you say some outlandish things while inebriated.”

“Smoking is bad for you.”

“You aren’t the one who decides that, you little human wretch.”

“Didn’t you say it was bad to mind-wipe entire rooms?” Issei asked.

The devil looked away, and Issei used the man’s distraction to take out a dragon stone and quickly absorbed it. Draige said dragon bodies were the best, so that’s what he was going for. But, unfortunately, dragon stones were expensive even with the farm the great ladies developed was booming.

“You said the tattoo shop was nearby. Is there a place I can buy smokes nearby?”

“Yes, of course. All you need to do is follow me, and I will give you all the smokes you need.” Tsukiyama said.

“Cool, lead me into a trap like you’re planning, and I will make a coat out of your freshly peeled skin and see how long I can get away with impersonating you.” For a moment, purple-haired looked disturbed. “I’m only joking. Don’t look so serious; why does everyone think I’m a serial killer? Do I have that kind of face?”

Issei blinked before looking the purple-haired guy up and down. Who wore purple and red with a black tie? It's like the guy was trying to look untrustworthy. But, unfortunately, he gave off the same vibe as that purple-haired glasses-wearing girl. Was Tsukiyama a gay nymphomaniac?

“Yes,” Biguil covered his mouth.

Victor, one of Issei’s entourage, had to duck on the way in. The man was wider than two Issei’s, about half again as tall, and could curl 5 tons.

“Oh, is little Issei finally having a man’s drink instead of your usual pop and milk?” Victor said.

“Hey, wanna spring a trap with us? Tsukiyama is trying to kill us, and Biguil wants to recruit him.” Issei slurred.

“I think he could be useful as a bullet sponge,” Biguil said.

“Nah, too skinny to be of any use. I would have to huddle down and turn sideways.” Victor said.

Ivan, another big man, walked in behind Victor and didn’t say a word. A local stepped in Ivan’s way, and the big man moved, but Issei didn’t catch it. Suddenly the unruly bar patron flew out of the bar.

“What was that about a trap.” Ivan looked Tsukiyama over.

“Is he trying to set you up with a ladyboy? Or does this Tsukiyama have a pussy?” Ivan asked.

“Fuck off, Ivan; he keeps talking about a restaurant,” Biguil said.

“Does he have Vegan food?” Ivan asked.

“Listen, I can explain. I don’t know who told you my restaurant is some kind of trap.” Tsukiyama said.

Issei saw Ivan zone out as he looked through the drinking options. “Do you have an option for those with an exceptional alcohol tolerance?”

“You can’t get drunk,” Issei said.

Issei started laughing; it looked like Tsukiyama was about to burst into tears. Ivan sat on the barstool beside Issei and thumped him. Issei gripped his head and saw stars.

“Wait until you reach my strength; it won’t be so funny then. Can you even get a tattoo, won’t the needle break?”

“Bunny did mine. Yours made a stencil. I win.” Ivan said.

Issei sighed.

“Listen, we don’t have to go to the restaurant. I know of another lovely place.” Tsukiyama said.

“Alright, let's say we recruit this guy, which makes our team 5; we need 5 more members to do the dive. Guy, are you popular enough to add 5 more members to the team?” Biguil said.

“I may know of a place with people interested in working with humans,” Tsukiyama said.