High School DxD – The Red Dragon Emperor Who Returned From Another World
Time really flies—I'm already a second-year in high school.
As for how my student life's going…
"Hey, Issei, it's about time you gave me a turn."
"Hang on a little longer, Matsuda."
"C'mon, we said one minute each!"
Yep. Right now, me, Matsuda, and Motohama are peeking into the girls' changing room.
Uooooh!
Katase and Suzutani have fantastic boobs!!
Seriously, the girl quality at this school is off the charts!
Damn! I'm so glad I enrolled here!
As I'm getting all hyped up over their panties and bras, the girls inside start moving around.
Ah… Looks like we've been busted.
Too bad—but this is probably when we should pull out…
"Alright, Matsuda, you're up."
"Hell yes!"
I switched places with Matsuda, then gave a signal to Motohama.
Motohama nodded in response.
Good. The plan's in motion.
While Matsuda happily took over the peep slot, Motohama and I quietly slipped away from the scene.
Too focused on his perving, Matsuda didn't even notice we left.
"…Issei."
"Yeah. Sacrifices must be made… Motohama, pray with me. For the soul of our fallen brother… Matsuda."
"Yeah… He was a good man…"
"We won't forget you!"
Motohama and I clasped our hands in solemn prayer.
And then—moments later:
"GYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
A death cry tore through the air behind us.
Rest in peace, Matsuda.
Amen.
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"Dammit! You guys could've at least warned me before ditching me!"
Matsuda slammed his desk in protest.
His face was covered in band-aids and gauze.
Sounds like he got the full beatdown from Murayama and Katase in the kendo club.
He even tried ratting us out, but since we weren't around by then, no one believed him.
"Don't be so mad. I'll lend you a new Gentleman's DVD I just got."
"Yeah, I'll lend you one, too. Let's call it even for today, alright, Matsuda?"
When Motohama and I said that, Matsuda cooled off a bit.
"Well, if that's the deal…"
A true brother-in-arms.
He gets it.
As we're making peace with Matsuda, a voice calls out from behind.
"Peeking again, onii-chan?"
A girl with long black hair walks up to us.
At first glance she seems a little mature—but there's still a trace of youth in her face.
This is my little sister, Miyu.
She's in her second year of high school now.
She's really grown up a lot—honestly, even I'm surprised how much a person can change in just a year.
"W-what are you talking about?"
"Don't even try to play dumb. You think I wouldn't notice?"
Ugh…
Yeah, Miyu's got an acute sixth sense, so I guess hiding stuff from her is pretty much impossible…
"You really shouldn't do things that make girls uncomfortable, okay?"
Man, being scolded by my little sister hits harder than I'd like.
Guess I should lay low for a while after this…
Matsuda and Motohama turn to Miyu and whisper:
"Miyu-chan's gotten so pretty…"
"Indeed. Almost too pretty to be Issei's little sister. No wonder she's so popular. She ranks near the top idol tier in school."
It's true. Miyu's one of the academy's most admired girls.
She's kind to everyone, smart, and to top it off, she's a total beauty with great boobs.
To most of the dudes at school, she's basically a dream girl.
But come to think of it, I've never seen any guys actually confess to her, or find any love letters in her desk or shoe locker.
Then—
"Issei, you're wondering why Miyu-chan's never been confessed to, right?"
"You know the reason?"
When I asked, Motohama and Matsuda sighed.
Wait, even Matsuda knows!?
Motohama pointed a finger at me.
"You're the reason, Issei."
"Huh? Seriously?"
What did I do?
Is it because I'm too much of a perv?
No way, that shouldn't matter. We're talking about other guys here. Then why…?
"Remember that time when Miyu-chan got harassed by delinquents?"
Matsuda brought up the memory and it clicked.
"Oh yeah…"
That happened last summer, right?
Miyu was walking home with some of her classmates, and a bunch of local thugs tried to hit on them.
Naturally, Miyu said no. But the punks didn't back off.
Some even tried to touch the other girls.
Miyu almost snapped and used magic—but I stepped in and took those punks down instead.
It became a big deal. A lone high school boy wiping out over a dozen delinquents.
Yeah, that made the local newspaper…
The police even showed up, and I got taken in along with the punks, but thanks to Miyu and her friends testifying on my behalf, I didn't get in trouble.
Looking back, I probably could've handled it with less of a scene.
Still, nobody's dared touch Miyu since.
"Can't believe you handled all that alone."
"Heh… Let's just say I've been training."
What am I supposed to say? "I fought demon kings in another world"? Yeah, no.
"Anyway, there's your explanation, Issei. The school's boys are all terrified. They think messing with Miyu means dealing with her scary-as-hell brother."
…You've got to be kidding me.
So I'm the obstacle to Miyu's love life?
That's seriously depressing…
"…Sorry about that, Miyu…"
"Don't be, Onii-chan. Even if I got confessed to, I'd turn them all down anyway… Because I love you, Onii-chan!"
"…Huh?"
Wait.
Was that… a confession?
No, no. Miyu's a little brother-obsessed, sure—but she wouldn't say something like that in public so boldly… Would she?
Okay. Gotta confirm.
"Miyu. Sorry, but could you repeat that?"
She blushed and fidgeted.
"E-Eh? Again? …I guess I don't mind… Here goes, Onii-chan."
"Yeah…"
"I love you, Onii-chan!"
The whole room froze.
What's this overwhelming awkwardness…?
I'm happy she loves me and all, but…
I swear ten seconds passed in absolute silence.
And then—
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?"
A perfect, synchronized chorus echoed from the classroom.
It's been a while since I've gotten a reaction like this!
Immediately after—
"DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, HYOUDO!!!"
Not just from our class, but even dudes in the hallway charged in and started punching me.