Chapter 6: The Pick-Up

Luckily, Asia is due to arrive on a Tuesday, and it’s already Friday. So skipping school for two days isn’t too much of a hardship. And it even allowed him to make arrangements for what was going to happen when this Asia Argento girl finally DID arrive in the city. After all, the original plan just wasn’t going to work, not in Issei’s opinion. Damn right it wouldn’t have. Those Fallen Angels might be scared and fucked silly at the moment, but you can never trust wenches like that. Leave her alone with them, and they’ll get up to some freaky stuff right quick. Yes, in this Issei and Ddraig were in complete agreement. Allowing Raynare, Kalawarner, and Mittelt to continue to live, albeit under his control… that was one thing. But allowing them to care for the very excommunicated nun that they themselves had been planning to kill? That was just asking for tragedy. So, at the end of the day, Issei had the three female Fallen Angels bunkering down at the abandoned church they’d been hanging out in in the first place until he decided what he was truly going to do with them. They did belong to him now, after a fashion. He had claimed them as his own, and he wasn’t just going to let them go easily. And that wasn’t even taking into consideration the damage they might do if he DID let them go or anything like that. No, it was better to just… keep them under watch for now, and without their minions too, so they couldn’t get up to TOO much trouble. But regardless, all of this meant that Issei was waiting for Asia alone when she finally stepped off of her bus. As the nun looks around, eyes wide and filled with trepidation, Issei steps forward and clears his throat, offering her a smile. “Asia Argento, yes? I’m here to pick you up.” As she startles those gorgeous wide eyes of her turn in his direction, Issei takes a moment to truly take her in. He dismisses the suitcase immediately of course, knowing that a young woman cast out on her own with nowhere to go WOULD have all of her belongings with her… it was honestly kind of sad that all of her stuff fit in one suitcase, more than it was surprising that she had one in the first place. Issei was more focused on the girl herself though, if he was being honest. From the moment that he laid eyes on her, he had to admit, she was… beautiful. The photo that Raynare had had of her didn’t really do her justice, but then, neither did her attire. With a dark teal nun habit and a white veil over her head, along with fairly nondescript brown boots, she was dressed extremely religiously and functionally, but not very sexily. Hmph, where’s your sense of taste, Issei? I think that those fallen angel strumpets and their fetish gear have completely overloaded you and left you with a strange set of standards for ‘sexy’. A beautiful busty blonde in a nun costume is DEFINITELY sexy. … Ddraig might actually have a point, now that he thought about it. Maybe Issei’s experiences with those skanky fallen HAD unduly influenced him. Asia was dressed conservatively, sure, but she was also sexy in her own innocent naïve way. Because she didn’t seem to realize just how well her nun habit fitted her voluptuous young form, that was for sure. Beautiful busty blonde indeed. “A-Ah, yes! I-I’m Asia… I… t-thank you, I’ll be in your care!” Issei chuckles as the ex-holy woman stutters and stammers and bobs her head up and down in a bow to him as she holds her suitcase in front of her so cutely. Of course, her head bobbing causes her white veil to come right off of her, the early morning wind only helping to fly it away. Issei is quick enough to catch it before it can get past him however, and he holds out the soft cloth to Asia while adopting a lopsided, confident grin that has her going atomic red in color. “Come along, Asia. Come along.” He makes sure to take her suitcase from her, of course. He’s a gentleman, after all, and he’s more than strong enough. Asia gives it up without much complaint, and the two of them exchange small chat all the way to Issei’s home. He’s already had a short talk with his parents about Asia’s arrival. His mother and father believe Asia to be a foreign exchange student that Issei is ‘hosting’ for a while. It’ll have to do, until he gets a better cover story. … Though honestly, he might just move out soon. Maybe that was a way he could put his new pets to work… literally. If Raynare, Kalawarner, and Mittelt could get him enough cash for Issei to get an apartment for himself and Asia and… well, anyone else who ended up coming along, because really, at this point Issei knows there’s going to be more, then that might be a worthwhile use of their time. They certainly might not think so, but then, Issei’s opinion is really the only one that matters now, isn’t it? Either way, he brings Asia to his home, and when they step inside, the blonde girl is visibly surprised. “A-Ah, I thought… um, that is, I was told that I would be staying at a Church, Issei?” Chuckling, Issei continues to lead Asia through the house, mostly by virtue of having her suitcase. She wasn’t just going to let him walk away from her with it after all. Making his way to the guest bedroom, Issei steps inside and places Asia’s suitcase on her bed. Only then does he turn to regard the slightly confused, slightly fretful blonde. “There’s been a slight change of plans, Asia. You… might want to sit down for this.” Asia does so. The poor girl is just too used to following orders, from what Issei can see. But then, her entire life has probably been one order after another. The concept of having her own agency, of making her own choices… it’s probably never even crossed the young nun’s mind. But then of course not, she WAS a nun. They were all about service to God and whatever, right? Meanwhile, Issei was a dragon, down to the depths of his soul. He could never see himself submitting to another. Not after growing up with Ddraig at his side, and doing all he could to make sure he had the power to remain independent of anyone and everyone. Oh, there would likely be those that would try, just like Raynare had tried to kill him outright… but Issei was, above all else, a dragon. Asia though, was just a sweet girl, lost and adrift in the world. So, once he’s sat her down, Issei sits beside her and begins to talk. He tells her everything that had happened over the last five days, leaving out the bits that would make him look bad in favor of making himself the hero instead. Why can’t the dragon be the hero to the maiden, after all? Who says the dragon has to be the villain that the knight comes to free the maiden from, really? By the time he gets to the end, Asia looks… well, not good, certainly. Really, she looks heart-broken. Her gorgeous green eyes are wide and watery, and her lower lip is wobbling. Issei lets out a sigh and shrugs as he comes to the end of his tale. “So, you see, once I learned of their plans for you, I couldn’t very well let them go on… or let you fall into their clutches, regardless. I decided I would pick you up instead, and put you under my protection.” With his story done, Issei prepares for Asia’s reaction. If she responds in fear or anger, he’ll have to take drastic measures and- oh, she was hugging him. Issei blinks as the blonde nun practically throws herself into his arms, hugging him close and sobbing into his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her in turn, of course, and squeezes her tightly to him, letting her cry it out into his shirt. To be fair, he hadn’t technically lied… but it was still a little silly that Asia seemed to believe him so quickly, and not only that, but trust him so much that she would initiate physical contact with her. Really, he could have been some teenage mega pervert who would get off on the slightest contact with a girl’s clothes, let alone her body, for all she knew. If you were that kind of person, I think I’d have died of the shame by now. Luckily, you have a perfectly normal, perfectly healthy libido for a dragon, and nothing more than that. Issei has to contain the urge to snort at that. There’s no denying that while he’s not exactly getting off on having Asia sobbing into his shoulder, his draconic instincts are urging him to take her, to claim her, to make her his already. But to be fair, Issei isn’t sure that’s what’s best for Asia at the moment… and in a way, hasn’t he already claimed her for his hoard? Shit! He literally just went and snatched her up and brought her here before anyone else could even know she was in the city. All to save her of course, but still… When Asia finally pulls away, sniffling a little still and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, Issei sits quietly and waits. Eventually, she looks up at him, those green eyes of her shining as she offers a watery smile. “A-Ah… thank you, Issei. I don’t… h-how can I ever repay you?” The whole ‘be mine forever and never leave because I’ve claimed you as part of my hoard’ is on the tip of Issei’s tongue… no it’s not. He’s not an idiot. Smiling, Issei reaches out and nudges the underneath of Asia’s chin with a knuckle. “You can repay me by staying safe and living healthy, Asia. For now, that just means you stay here, with me. If you want, you can help out my mom with the chores, but you ARE our guest, so she may not like that so much.” “I-I would like to do that, yes! I would-mmph!” He can’t help himself, in the end. It’s a little bit embarrassing, but Issei leans forward and kisses Asia, right on the lips. The blonde nun’s lips are just so kissable when she’s talking in that cute, shy way of hers, and he simply can’t hold back. So, Issei kisses her. It’s not the deepest, raunchiest kiss he’s ever been a part of, to be fair. He doesn’t force his tongue into her mouth to explore her tonsils or anything like that. He just… presses his lips against hers, kisses her for a good solid ten seconds or so, and then pulls away, giving a somewhat sheepish, somewhat apologetic smile to the blonde as she stares at him, not upset, but certainly dumbfounded. “Sorry, Asia… but I’ve been wanting to do that ever since we first met, if I’m being honest.” Her atomic blush, which had gone away ever so slightly, but not totally, is suddenly back in full force as Asia stammers and stutters up a storm. Issei just watches her for a moment… and then he leans in and steals another kiss, which both shuts her up, and has the interesting effect of making her lean towards him when he disengages again, as if she’s trying to follow his lips back. When she realizes what she’s done, Asia flushes and looks down at her hands. “U-Um… I don’t mind, Issei. You can, um… keep kissing me, if you want.” Well, he did want. He wanted very much. Chuckling, Issei reaches down and takes hold of Asia’s chin this time, lifting it up gently until she’s looking him in the eye again. “Well, I can’t very well kiss you if you’re looking down at your lap like that.” She opens her mouth to stammer an apology, and Issei leans in and steals her voice from her, locking lips once more as Asia positively melts into him this time around, the tension and trepidation completely gone on this third pass. This time, Issei does add a little bit of tongue, and though he brushes the tip of his tongue against hers, Asia doesn’t really seem to know what to do with herself. Sheltered and innocent, that describes his new pet nun… ah, and he’s already thinking of her like a pet. Well, even still, Issei intends to take things slow. Perhaps he’ll go so far as showing her the pleasures of having her bust touched and molested for today, and that’s where he’ll stop. He doesn’t want to pressure her into anything too soon, she’s not like those evil fallen sluts he’d had to quite literally fuck into submission. He- The doorbell is suddenly ringing, and Issei’s thoughts are brought to a halt as he frowns slightly. It’s only him in Asia home at the moment, which was half the reason he was willing to kiss her like this, because his parents weren’t around to walk in on them. Even if they were, it’s not like it would matter. You’re the dragon. They aren’t. Right, that was the other half of the reason… he’d be kissing her even if his parents WERE home. But regardless, the fact that they aren’t means no one else is going to answer the door but him. For a moment, Issei is sorely tempted to ignore it. But then the doorbell is rung again, followed by heavy knocking. With a growl, Issei finally disengages from Asia’s lips, leaving a dazed, flushed nun sitting on the bed as he lets out a loud sigh and stands up. “Go ahead and unpack, Asia. I have to go see who the hell is at the door.” Asia blinks dumbly, before finally hearing the doorbell and the knocking herself, her head tilting that way. Still blushing, she ultimately just nods, averting her gaze as Issei walks out of the guest room and down the hall. Making his way to his front door, Issei grunts and pulls it open, fully ready to give whoever the fuck it was a piece of his mind. Of course, he wasn’t exactly expecting to find Rias Gremory and Sona Shitori standing on his doorstep, each of them flanked by their respective seconds, who he’d ghosted last Friday, Akeno and Tsubaki. Issei’s anger is summarily defused by the appearance of four beautiful young women on his doorstep, and he cocks his head to the side, looking at them owlishly, rather than with irritation. “… Yes? Can I help you?” Of course, both Rias and Sona try to speak at the same time. “Issei Hyoudou, the Student Council has business with you about your conduct at school.” “Issei! We missed you at school yesterday and today! The Occult Research Club could really use someone like you in our ranks!” And then, of course, they both turn and glare at each other, though Sona’s glare isn’t nearly as pronounced, the Student Council President proving to be more frosty than fiery. “I assure you, Rias, student misbehavior and any punishment that might need to be doled out as a result of that misbehavior takes higher priority than… than some recruitment effort!” Rias scoffs at that, crossing her arms under her admittedly large tits and throwing her long hair back. “Oh? And is the punishment that you have in mind NOT volunteering his time with the student council for the foreseeable future? Just who’s trying to deliver a recruitment pitch here, hm?” It’s telling that Sona doesn’t respond to that, though she’s also far too dignified to blush or anything like that. Instead, she simply looks at Issei, as if she expects him to choose her over Rias. Rias does the same, of course. Oh my, it’s been a few users now since I was in the body of a guy who had this many smoking fine female devils after him. Not sure if this is luck or not, to be perfectly honest… Issei resists the urge to face palm, instead settling for rubbing the bridge of his nose as he looks between the expectant devils before him. Their intentions are obvious, but this is PROBABLY something he can’t keep putting off, if he’s being honest. Still, he could certainly put one of them off while using the other as the excuse. But then, if he were to do that, who exactly was he going to send away? Rias or Sona? Or maybe he would just demand that they both present their business with him together at the same time, just to get this over with. One way or another, his previous choice had led him here. And now it seemed he had another to make.