Chapter 11 – Getting Caught in My Senpai’s Dangerous Charm (I)

[Romani Oyama]

Without a shadow of a doubt, I had an excellent trip to school, chatting with Rias, who, for some reason, loved to tease me and showed no embarrassment about physical contact. The proof of that was right before my eyes: throughout the entire walk, Rias had firmly intertwined her arm with mine, guiding my arm to nestle perfectly between her full, soft breasts, which molded against me with every step we took.

No matter how hard I tried to maintain my composure, it was nearly impossible considering I could feel the opulent softness of those heavy mounds pressing against my arm.

Obviously, there was zero chance I was going to complain about my busty boss squeezing those wonderful assets against my arm.

In fact, I was enjoying the warm, soft sensation radiating through the fabric of her school uniform quite a lot.

Rias seemed to perfectly perceive my silent contentment, as evidenced by the mischievous smile that danced on her lips as we walked away from my house toward Kuoh Academy.

"You're being awfully quiet, Romani-kun." She tilted her head slightly in my direction, her bluish eyes studying me with curiosity. "Are you feeling alright?" Her gaze settled on the dark bags under my eyes, betraying the concern that was beginning to bloom in her expression.

"Just a little tired. I was up all night." I answered honestly, conveniently omitting the part where I had actually been awake because of my experiments with healing potions and drawing out several liters of blood.

I figured now wasn't the right time to reveal that. Although she could probably help me obtain higher-quality ingredients given that she was a wealthy devil girl, I still needed to be certain she was trustworthy.

"Hmm..." She murmured thoughtfully, pressing my arm a little more firmly against her generous chest. "You need to take better care of yourself, you know?" There was genuine concern in her voice that stood in stark contrast to the playful, seductive tone from moments earlier.

"I'll try," I promised sincerely, watching as the imposing gates of the academy appeared in the distance, marking the end of our pleasant walk and the beginning of an endurance test to see how long I could keep my eyes open.

After arriving at school, I was met with a barrage of jealous, hostile looks from the other male students who clearly envied my closeness with Rias, and I made my way calmly to my classroom. Rias, unfortunately, released my arm to head toward her own class, but not before giving me a farewell smile that shattered several masculine hearts in the vicinity.

Watching their suffering was oddly satisfying. Should I be worried about that?

Without an answer, I simply moved my body and sat down in my chair by the window.

Letting out a yawn, I just propped my cheek against my hand, desperately trying to resist the sleep that was beginning to take over my entire body. If at all possible, I wanted to avoid at all costs receiving another painful blow to the head from the teacher with that wooden sword she carried around like a weapon of mass destruction.

While I waged my personal battle against the heavy eyelids stubbornly insisting on closing, I noticed the student beside me was practically snoring loudly, completely slumped over his arm on the desk in a position that looked extremely uncomfortable, while all the girls around him stared with expressions mixing disgust and pure hatred stamped across their delicate faces.

Issei Hyoudou...

This was, without any doubt, one of the most perverted boys in all of Kuoh Academy. It was practically impossible to find a single girl who did not hate him from the bottom of her heart, with every fiber of her being. Considering that he was always trying to peek at girls changing in the girls' locker room, frequently showing up in the most inappropriate places at the most inconvenient moments, I certainly could not blame them for hating this guy.

It was nothing short of a miracle that this boy had not yet been expelled for inappropriate sexual behavior.

Although lately, it seemed his exaggerated perverted behavior had shifted somewhat, becoming a little less brazen.

While that thought crossed my mind, Issei suddenly stirred awake, rubbing his sleepy eyes with the back of his hand. In the very next instant, his brown eyes locked directly onto me.

For a few seconds, a look loaded with anything but pleasant feelings crossed his brown irises, as if he were sizing up a mortal enemy or someone who had committed some unforgivable offense against him. It was as if he were Pompey and I were Julius Caesar.

Hmm...

What was this guy's problem? If my memories were correct, the original owner of this body had never exchanged so much as a single word with this perverted boy during all the months they had attended the same school. So why on earth were you glaring at me like you wanted to kill me, as though I had stolen something extremely precious from you?

While I found the perverted boy's strange behavior extremely intriguing, he simply, in the very next moment, raised his hand and scratched his head awkwardly, letting out a goofy laugh before quickly turning around to chat animatedly with the trio of perverts sitting right behind him, as if nothing had happened at all.

A disappointed sigh escaped my lips. For a moment, I thought something truly entertaining was about to happen to break the monotony of the dull morning.

Even finding it a little odd that Hyoudou had glared at me with considerable hatred just seconds ago, I quickly lost interest, shifting my attention to the teacher who had just walked into the room.

Breathing deeply, like a warrior who had survived a thousand battlefields, I completely suppressed my desire to sleep. This time, songs shall be written in my honor, celebrating my heroic resistance against slumber.

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"Don't sleep in my class, Oyama-san." An authoritative voice echoed above me.

Rubbing my aching head, I looked up at Fujimura-sensei, who was staring at me with a wide smile, balancing the wooden sword on her shoulder like a samurai about to execute a criminal. The same wooden sword that just seconds ago had struck my head with considerable force, jolting me awake from my anything-but-glorious nap.

I'm starting to think she takes a little pleasure in hitting me with that wooden sword.

"Sorry, Fujimura-sensei, that probably won't happen again," I said while rubbing my head, trying to ease the throbbing pain, as small, amused laughs echoed through the room from my classmates who were clearly enjoying my suffering.

"Probably!?" A small vein formed on her forehead, only to vanish a moment later when she breathed deeply and got herself under control. "Oyama-san, the bell rang about 5 minutes ago." Letting out a resigned sigh, she ruffled my hair in an almost maternal way before walking to the front of the room, her footsteps echoing on the floor.

Growing accustomed to the routine of being woken up by the teacher, something that was becoming a worrying habit, I raised my arm and stretched at length, feeling my muscles protest. Although it was not 8 hours of restorative sleep, at least I was a little more functional now and capable of forming coherent thoughts.

Certainly, out of all my seven curses, the ⟨Indolent Constitution⟩ is the one giving me the most trouble for now.

Which was mildly comforting, considering my other constitutions.

With that thought crossing my mind, my classmates' voices echoed beside me with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"Huh!? It's Akeno-oneesama! Am I dreaming?"

"My eyes!!! How can a beauty like that share the same physical plane as a hideous person like me?"

"Akeno-oneesama, please marry my father and become my mother! I beg you!"

What is wrong with you people, especially that last one again? That guy really needs professional help. Letting out a long sigh, I turned toward the sound of elegant footsteps. My eyes fell, unsurprisingly given the spoilers from the excited teenagers around me, upon Akeno-senpai, who was walking in my direction with a graceful smile on her lips, her black hair swaying softly with each step.

"Good morning, Oyama-kun." Akeno, with her delicate hands folded over her stomach, tilted her head to the side, maintaining the graceful smile that seemed to illuminate everything around her; her violet eyes gleamed with a touch of amusement.

"Good morning, Akeno-senpai, what brings you to my humble abode?" I replied with a lazy amusement, noticing a few eyes go wide like something out of a cartoon upon seeing me conversing casually with one of the school's beauties.

Huh? Why was one of them crying?

"Hmm! Oyama-kun is free right now, isn't he!?" Her melodious voice carried an almost sing-song tone. "Would you like to have lunch with me in the club building?"

Watching the smile that never left her lips, I could not help but size her up carefully, trying to decipher her true intentions, not knowing exactly why she was inviting me to have lunch with her.

We were not all that close, having exchanged maybe only a few dozen words with each other over the entire time we had known one another. But this was a good opportunity to ask her to teach me how to manipulate my demonic power more skillfully, something I definitely needed to improve.

Not caring about the gossip already beginning to spread through the room, I simply smiled and parted my lips. "Of course! Akeno-senpai, lead the way." With a genuine smile on my lips, I rose from my chair, without the slightest idea of the real reason why my senpai wanted to have lunch with me.

My looks? That sounds a little narcissistic, doesn't it? Even so, it was not exactly untrue.

"Ufufufu! That's wonderful." She raised both hands and pressed them together in an almost childlike gesture of delight. "Strangely enough, today I had prepared more food than usual, how nice that Oyama-kun will help me not let it go to waste."

Nodding in agreement, I followed Akeno through the school hallways, noticing immediately that she was swaying her hips as she walked on purpose. Because of her movements, her skirt would occasionally lift subtly, revealing her black underwear that contrasted perfectly with her fair skin and hugged her generous rear in a provocative way.

Each step she took made her round, soft cheeks sway gently, the fabric marking the perfect outline of her large, raised backside.

This is certainly a very dangerous woman...

Appreciating the lovely view she was generously offering me, a dry smile formed on my lips as I followed the demoness who looked far more like a beautiful dark-haired succubus.

Author's Note: Issei Hyoudou has been acting a little strange, hasn't he? Anyway, Akeno is incredibly hot; that woman is sin incarnate.

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