High School DxD: Return of the Crimson Dragon Emperor

"One, two, three, four!"

Asia and I practiced our three-legged race in gym clothes at dawn, with Xenovia coaching. We'd been at it daily. At first, Asia kept tripping, but now she could manage a brisk walk.

"Phew! One, two! Hah! Three, four!" Asia panted, keeping pace with me.

Matching her rhythm was tricky, but I adjusted to avoid falls.

"Looking good," Xenovia said, fixing our strap. "Want to try a race pace?"

I glanced at Asia. Her expression darkened.

"Diodora?" I asked.

"Yes…" she murmured.

Since Diodora was named Buchou's next Rating Game opponent, Asia had been troubled. He was the demon responsible for her church exile—a painful memory, though why he was there remains unclear.

"I don't regret saving him," Asia said. "I'm glad I did."

"Even after the pain he caused you?"

She nodded.

Asia's strength amazed me. Betrayed by her beliefs, most would complain. Not her. She even saw saving Diodora as good.

"Not many could say that," I said.

"I was sad when exiled," she continued, "but without it, I wouldn't have met you, Issei-san. I love Kuoh Academy, the Occult Research Club, our life together. It's precious, wonderful, and I'm happy. I want to stay with everyone forever."

Her radiant smile showed her genuine love for this life.

"Then I'll protect it," I said, hugging her shoulders. "Don't overthink Diodora. If you don't like him, say so."

Asia blinked, then smiled. "Yes."

Xenovia spoke, her face serious. "Asia, I want to apologize again. When we met, I insulted you, drew my blade. I regret it. Yet you… call me a friend."

Her cheeks flushed—a rare sight.

Asia took her hand, beaming. "Yes, Xenovia-san, we're friends."

Xenovia's eyes teared up. "Thank you, Asia."

What a touching moment. I nearly cried too. Asia's kindness was unreal.

"Ugh, such a beautiful story!" Irina sobbed, appearing suddenly.

"Why're you here?" I asked.

"Xenovia invited me, said dawn at Kuoh's nice. Then I witness this friendship! It's the Lord and Michael-sama's guidance!" She wiped tears, praying.

"Aren't you in the Occult Club?" I asked.

Irina grinned, thumbs up. "I'm starting my own! The 'Irina Shidou Love and Salvation Club'! We'll help struggling students for free, spreading love for the Lord and Michael-sama to these sinful heathens!"

Her eyes gleamed, striking a bizarre pose. That name's awful.

"Uh, good luck," I said.

"Leave it to me! I'll help the Occult Club in a pinch, like today, assisting with your club relay practice for Rias!"

So she's joining our sports festival team.

"Got other members?" I asked.

"Just me! It's a hobby club for now, with restricted funds. I need to convince President Sona first."

Good luck getting that approved.

"For now, I'm with the Occult Club," she added.

Practically a member, then. I held back a retort.

"Let's practice," I said, refocusing.

"Phew, I'm tired," Asia panted, fanning her gym clothes. Running since dawn was tough, even for a demon like her with low stamina.

I was fine physically but mentally drained from pacing with her. Time to store the equipment and rest in the clubroom before class.

As I stowed the line marker in the equipment room—

Clatter, slam.

The door shut. Xenovia closed it behind her.

What's up with her?

Asia tilted her head cutely. "What's wrong, Xenovia-san?"

Xenovia's face turned serious. "Asia, I heard girls our age get their breasts fondled around now."

…What?

"F-Fondled?" Asia stammered.

"When a guy plays with your chest," Xenovia clarified.

What's she saying!?

Here!?

"A-Asia's chest…?" Asia blushed, voice trembling.

"Xenovia, don't start that here!" I protested.

"Quiet, Issei. I'm talking to Asia. Your turn's next. Warm up in the corner; it's about to get intense."

My turn!? Intense!?

I'm always ready, but—

Not the point!

Is she serious? Here? The equipment room's a fantasy, but…

As I panicked, Xenovia continued. "Some girls in class get their breasts fondled daily by boyfriends. I researched it."

Why research that!?

"Asia, shouldn't we try it?" Xenovia asked earnestly.

Why so serious!?

"I-I'm not ready!" Asia flustered.

"It's ticklish at first but feels good with practice," Xenovia said. "It'll help our three-legged race teamwork."

Teamwork!?

"Does… combination come from that?" Asia wavered.

She's buying it!?

"Asia, we're friends," Xenovia smiled.

"Yes."

"Let's do this together. We'll be fine."

"R-Really?"

They're agreeing!

Xenovia turned to me. "Ready? I'll practice baby-making too."

"Wait! Here? I mean, the vibe's perfect, but—" I floundered.

"You're ready," she pointed at my twitching fingers. "Look at that."

My hands were moving on their own! My body's too honest!

As I reeled, Xenovia stripped off her gym top.

Boing.

Her bra-clad chest asserted itself.

Spurt!

My nose bled. Xenovia's got great boobs!

She unhooked her bra.

Jiggle.

Freed, her perfect breasts appeared, pink nipples and all.

"Asia, your turn," Xenovia urged, grabbing Asia's top.

"N-No, I'm not ready!"

Xenovia pulled it off, revealing Asia's cute bra.

"It's fine," Xenovia said. "Want me to go first? Watching Issei and me will help you prepare."

"W-Wait!" Asia stammered.

"Kidding. I don't want a latecomer outdoing me," Xenovia teased.

"It's not that…"

"This is our chance. No Buchou to interrupt, like at the pool."

True, no one's here to stop us…

Snap.

Xenovia unhooked Asia's bra. Asia covered herself, face crimson.

Normal reaction! Unlike Xenovia, boldly bouncing away. Thank you, Xenovia!

She grabbed my hand, pushing me onto a mat. Dust swirled as I sat up.

Xenovia straddled me, her breasts jiggling.

Spurt!

My nosebleed worsened. She placed my hand on her chest.

My fingers sank into her softness. Lethal!

"Issei-san… me too…" Asia took my other hand, guiding it to her chest.

Less intense than Xenovia's, but undeniable. Amazing growth, Asia!

A sweet moan escaped Xenovia.

"It's different when a guy does it," she said. "We're ready, Issei. Go wild."

"G-Go wild…?"

"You love breasts, right?"

Hell yeah!

I squeezed gently, fingers sinking deeper. What a view!

No stopping now!

As my engine revved—

Clatter.

The door opened.

"You didn't come out, so I—What is this!?" Irina shrieked.

I forgot about her!

Why does this always happen!?

This looks bad—two topless girls and me. No excuse works!

Irina, being Christian, would call this impure—

"Do it in a bed! This place is filthy and unsanitary!"

…Her definition of impure was off.

I didn't climb the adult stairs this time either…

Sigh…