This Friday afternoon, the house was a rare oasis of solitude. Mom and Dad were at a community bake sale, their absence a brief window of peace.
The fallen trio was at Kuoh Academy's student council meeting—Rias had roped them in for "extra credit," Raynare's Intelligence plotting subtle reconnaissance amid Sona Sitri's ice-queen decrees. Asia was with Rias's peerage at the ORC, practicing her new draconic synergy with Gasper's time-stops.
Luke and Lila were "out for a walk" (code for veiled scouting of Underworld rifts), their bonds a steady hum in my mind. I lounged in the living room, feet propped on the coffee table, a half-eaten sandwich in hand, the TV murmuring a rerun of some old anime about high school heroes battling demons—a pale echo of my life.
The Gamer System's chime shattered the quiet, a blue screen flaring with an intensity that made the sandwich drop from my fingers. Gamer's Mind clamped down on the surge of anticipation, the soul-erasure restriction a silent sentinel. No one was home to witness the glow, but the system's timing—always uncanny—felt like a thread pulling taut.
System Directive: Sitri Ascension
Alert: Escalating threats (Excalibur fragments, Diodora Astaroth, Church inquisitions) require strategic alliances. Sona Sitri, heir of the Sitri Clan, identified as key asset. User required for intimate bonding protocol.
New Quest: Sitri's Seed
Objective: Engage in extreme sexual intercourse with Sona Sitri, culminating in impregnation (fill her womb with your seeds while squeezing her exposed stomach to ensure full saturation for 4 hours continuous). Maintain dominance and intensity; no interruptions.
Rewards:
Issei's seeds merge with Sona Sitri, elevating her stats to 400 across Strength, Endurance, Agility, Intelligence, Luck (HP 40,000, MP 20,000); removes level cap on Sona; Sona becomes your girlfriend (100/100 Lover status, Eternal Bond).
Serafall Leviathan (one of the Four Great Satans) neutralized as threat—permanent non-aggression pact.
Failure Penalty: Sona rejects advances; -50 to Luck, temporary -20 to all stats (72 hours).
Time Limit: 48 Hours
Activation: Coordinates to Sona Sitri provided upon acceptance. [Y/N]
The screen's explicit command hit like a thunderbolt, my Intelligence racing through implications. Sona Sitri—the ice-queen student council president, Rias's rival and friend, her Sitri Clan a pillar of devil nobility. Her stats, likely mid-100s, were formidable, but 400 across the board? Godlike, surpassing Rias's 119, level cap removed—a queen in her own right.
Impregnation, merging seeds, girlfriend status—extreme, intimate, a system-mandated harem expansion. Serafall Leviathan, Sona's sister and a Great Satan, neutralized? A shield against one of the four pillars of devil power.
The 4-hour detail, squeezing her stomach—raw, dominant, ensuring saturation—stirred something primal, Gamer's Mind tempering it to strategy. Diodora's depravity made this feel like justice, not conquest—Sona, strong and pure, deserved power.
I selected Y, coordinates burning: Sona's private dorm at the academy, after hours. The teleport vortex pulled, reality folding to a lavish room—bookshelves lined with tomes on law and magic, a grand desk piled with council papers, the air scented with lavender and ink.
Sona Sitri stood by the window, her long black hair cascading like midnight silk, glasses perched on her nose, her student council uniform hugging her curvaceous figure—skirt riding high on toned thighs, blouse straining against her ample bust. Her violet eyes widened at my arrival, her stats (estimated) flaring with surprise.
"Issei Hyoudou? How did you—teleportation circle? This is a breach of privacy!" Her voice was ice, but a flush crept up her neck, her Intelligence calculating threats.
I stepped forward, Phoenix Force's 25% coiling cosmic flames subtly, my agility closing the gap. "Sona. We need to talk—about Excalibur, Diodora, the future. But it's more than that."
She crossed her arms, bust heaving, violet eyes narrowing. "Rias's ally, sneaking into my room? Speak, or I'll summon Serafall."
The system's quest pulsed—extreme, intimate. My intelligence wove words laced with Phoenix charisma, reality warp bending her guard slightly. "Serafall won't touch me—or you, after this. Sona, you're strong, but the threats coming… Excalibur, Diodora's perversion… you need more. Let me give it to you."
Her flush deepened, intelligence sensing the undercurrent. "Give? What are you—"
I closed the distance, hand cupping her chin, lips claiming hers in a kiss that ignited Phoenix flames—cosmic heat, not burning, but igniting desire. She stiffened, then melted, violet eyes fluttering, her agility no match for mine. "Issei… what—"
"Trust me," I murmured, telekinesis locking the door, reality warp soundproofing. My hands roamed, unbuttoning her blouse, exposing lace bra cupping her full breasts. She gasped, but didn't pull away, her body responding—nipples hardening under my touch. "The power I have… it can make you stronger than Rias. Than anyone."
Her breath hitched, violet eyes darkening with need. "Stronger… how?" My fingers squeezed her breast, thumb circling nipple, eliciting a moan. Phoenix warp amplified sensation, her Endurance trembling.
"Like this," I growled, stripping her blouse, skirt pooling at her feet. She stood in lace panties and bra, curves flawless—wide hips, toned stomach, breasts heaving. I kissed down her neck, hands squeezing her ass, lifting her onto the desk, papers scattering. "I'll fill you—impregnate you, merge my seed with yours. You'll be a goddess."
Her eyes widened, but arousal won—panties soaked as my fingers traced her slit. "Impregnate… Issei, that's—" My finger slid in, her wetness coating me, walls clenching. She moaned, hips bucking, grinding against my hand.
"Yes," I whispered, adding a second finger, curling to hit her spot. Phoenix flames warmed my touch, heightening pleasure. Her bra snapped off, breasts bouncing free—full, pink nipples begging. I sucked one, teeth grazing, hand kneading the other. She arched, cries echoing, my thumb circling her clit. "Cum for me, Sona."
She shattered, walls pulsing, juices flooding my hand. "Issei!" Her intelligence overwhelmed, body quaking.
I stripped, cock springing free—thick, veined, 8 inches, throbbing. Her eyes widened, hand wrapping around, stroking. "So big…" I positioned at her entrance, rubbing her clit, then thrust—slow, stretching her tight heat. She gasped, walls gripping, Endurance adjusting. "Ahh… full!"
I bottomed out, balls against her ass, starting slow thrusts—deep, grinding. Her legs wrapped my waist, nails raking my back (HP 15,900/16,000, Gamer's Body ignoring). Phoenix warp amplified every sensation, her moans rising. "Harder, Issei!"
I obliged, pounding—wet slaps echoing, breasts bouncing. Her walls clenched, second orgasm building. I squeezed her exposed stomach, fingers digging into soft flesh, feeling her womb below. "This is mine now," I growled, thrusting deeper, hitting cervix. She screamed, cumming—juices squirting, walls milking.
But the quest demanded 4 hours—extreme, impregnating. I flipped her, bent over desk, ass up, re-entering from behind. Hands on hips, slamming—her ass rippling, moans animal. Phoenix telekinesis held her steady, my free hand squeezing stomach, pressing down to feel my cock bulge. "Feel that? My seed's going in your womb."
"Yes! Fill me!" Her agility bucked back, meeting thrusts. I spanked her ass, red handprint blooming, then squeezed stomach harder, fingers pressing navel.
Thrusts accelerated—pounding, balls slapping. Her third orgasm hit, walls spasming, but I held, edging.
Hour one passed in a blur of positions—missionary on desk, her legs over shoulders, squeezing stomach to feel womb contract; doggy on floor, hand pressing belly as I railed; her riding me on chair, breasts bouncing, my hands kneading stomach, thumb in navel.
Sweat slicked us, her cries raw, juices pooling. Phoenix warp kept stamina infinite, her endurance pushed to limits, orgasms rolling—5, 6, 7.
Hour two: against wall, legs wrapped, thrusting up, squeezing stomach to ensure depth. "Your womb's mine—taking my seed."
She sobbed pleasure, cumming again, walls fluttering. I pulled out, cumming on her stomach—ropes of seed painting her skin, then rubbing in, squeezing to "absorb." Back in, pounding, her intelligence lost to ecstasy.
Hour three: on bed (teleported to her dorm bed), spooning, hand on stomach squeezing as I thrust slow, deep—hitting cervix each time. "Feel it? My cock in your womb." She whimpered, orgasms blending, body trembling. Phoenix flames warmed her core, heightening sensitivity—clit throbbing under my thumb.
Hour four: missionary finale, legs pinned, thrusting savage—squeezing stomach hard, fingers digging, feeling womb bulge with each pound. "Take it all—impregnate!"
Her eyes rolled, final orgasm crashing as I buried deep, cumming—ropes flooding her womb, squeezing to seal, overflow leaking.
She convulsed, walls milking every drop, my hand pressing to "ensure" saturation.
We collapsed, spent, her head on my chest, violet eyes dazed. "Issei… what was that?"
The system chimed:
Quest Complete: Sitri's Seed
Rewards:
Sona Sitri's seeds merged; stats to 400 (HP 40,000, MP 20,000); level cap removed; Sona becomes girlfriend (100/100 Lover, Eternal Bond).
Serafall Leviathan non-aggression pact activated.
Sona's aura flared, stats surging—400 across, a goddess. Her eyes met mine, blooming. "Issei… I'm yours." Serafall's threat vanished, a sister's fury neutralized.
I claimed a queen, flames eternal.
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Some time later
This Saturday morning, the house was a rare pocket of quiet. Mom and Dad were at a weekend market, their absence a brief reprieve. Raynare, Kalawarner, and Mittelt were at Kuoh Academy, assisting Sona with council duties, their devotion texting updates: Raynare's "Church scout near park. Watching." Asia was at the ORC with Rias's peerage, training her draconic synergy. Luke and Lila were "scouting" (veiled reconnaissance for Underworld rifts), their 80/100 bonds a steady hum.
I sat in the living room, a soda in hand, manga open but unread, the weight of Excalibur and Diodora pressing my thoughts. The loss of Boosted Gear still ached, though Sona's ascension and Asia's power eased it.
The Gamer System's chime pierced the silence, a blue screen flaring with a pulse that rattled my soda can. Gamer's Mind steadied my pulse, the soul-erasure restriction binding my tongue. No one was home to see the glow, but the system's timing felt like a cosmic dare.
System Directive: Crucible of the Horde
Alert: Dimensional rift detected. Goblin dungeon identified as training ground to enhance user's Phoenix Force mastery against overwhelming odds. Immediate teleportation authorized.
New Quest: Horde's End
Objective: Survive an endless horde of goblins in the Goblin Dungeon for 1 hour, using only Phoenix Force (25% control: cosmic flames, telekinesis, reality warps). No other abilities, Sacred Gears, or weapons permitted.
Enemies: Goblin Horde (infinite waves, Levels 10-30, stats 20-60, HP 1,000-3,000; abilities: Crude Weapons, Swarm Tactics, Poison Darts).
Elite Enemies: Goblin Shamans (Level 40, stats 100, HP 5,000; abilities: Dark Fire, Curse Bolts).
Rewards:
Phoenix Force control increased to 40% (cosmic flames: 1,200 damage bursts, advanced telekinesis, significant reality warps).
Safe return to home universe.
Failure Penalty: Trapped in Goblin Dungeon for 24 hours; -40 to all stats, temporary -30 Luck (72 hours).
Time Limit: 1 Hour
Activation: Immediate teleport upon acceptance. [Y/N]
The quest's stakes were brutal—endless goblins, a dungeon of primal savagery, forcing reliance on Phoenix Force alone. No Twilight Healing to mend, no Resurrection as a failsafe, no physical strikes. The reward—40% Phoenix control—promised power to rival holy swords, flames at 1,200 damage, warps bending reality further. Failure meant a day in that hell, stats crippled. My intelligence strategized: goblins were weak individually, but swarm tactics and shamans could overwhelm. Phoenix's 25% was potent—750-damage flames, telekinesis lifting tons, warps slowing time. My Luck could tilt odds. I selected Y, coordinates burning—a dungeon deep in a dimensional rift. "Here we go," I muttered, teleport vortex swallowing me.
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The Goblin Dungeon
The transition was a plunge through sulfur and stone, landing me in a cavernous dungeon of jagged rock and flickering torchlight. The air reeked of sweat, blood, and rancid meat, the ground slick with moss and filth. Tunnels branched endlessly, green eyes glinting in shadows—goblins, hundreds, their guttural snarls echoing. My 160 Agility crouched low, Phoenix Force's 25% coiling cosmic flames, telekinesis probing for threats. Observe scanned:
Name: Goblin Warrior
Level: 10-20
HP: 1,000-2,000
MP: 500-1,000
Strength: 20-40
Endurance: 20-40
Agility: 20-40
Intelligence: 20-40
Luck: 20-40
Abilities:
Crude Weapons: Rusty blades, clubs (50-100 damage).
Swarm Tactics: Coordinated attacks, +10% damage in groups.
Poison Darts: 50 damage, 10/sec poison (5 seconds).
Thoughts: "Kill the intruder! Feast on his bones!"
Name: Goblin Shaman
Level: 40
HP: 5,000/5,000
MP: 2,500/2,500
Strength: 100
Endurance: 100
Agility: 100
Intelligence: 100
Luck: 100
Abilities:
Dark Fire: 200 damage flame bursts, 5-meter range.
Curse Bolts: 150 damage, -20 Agility debuff (10 seconds).
Thoughts: "The phoenix burns… snuff it out!"
The horde surged—dozens of goblins, Levels 10-20, wielding rusted swords and clubs, green skin glistening, eyes mad with hunger. I unleashed Phoenix flames—a 750-damage wall torching the front wave (HP 0/1,000-2,000, ten incinerated). Screams echoed, but more poured from tunnels, Swarm Tactics boosting their slashes—blades grazing my arm (HP 15,900/16,000, Gamer's Body dulling pain). Telekinesis hurled a boulder, crushing five (HP 0/1,500 each). Poison darts flew, one striking my shoulder—50 damage plus 10/sec poison (HP 15,850/16,000, then 15,800). I warped reality, redirecting darts back (goblins hit, HP 0/1,000).
Minute 1-10: Flame and Chaos
The horde thickened—fifty goblins, Levels 15-20, clubs swinging, darts raining. I telekinetically lifted debris—stalagmites, broken carts—smashing ten (HP 0/1,500-2,000). Flames surged, a comet burst vaporizing a cluster (HP 0/1,500, eight down). A club hit my back (HP 15,700/16,000), poison dart grazing leg (HP 15,650/16,000, poison ticking). I warped time, slowing their charge (3-second lag), flames torching a dozen (HP 0/1,500-2,000). MP dipped to 7,800/8,000, Phoenix taxing but steady. Swarm Tactics slashed my side (HP 15,550/16,000), my luck dodging a lethal stab. Telekinesis yanked a goblin's sword, impaling its kin (HP 0/1,500).
A Shaman emerged, Level 40, staff glowing. Dark Fire roared—200 damage grazing my chest (HP 15,350/16,000). I countered with Phoenix flames, burst searing its arm (HP 4,250/5,000). Curse Bolt hit, Agility dropping to 140 (HP 15,200/16,000). I warped reality, redirecting the bolt (Shaman hit, HP 4,100/5,000). Telekinesis crushed it with a stalactite (HP 3,600/5,000), flames finishing—750 damage to core (HP 0/5,000).
Minute 11-20: Rising Tide
Waves intensified—hundreds, Levels 20-25, Swarm Tactics slashing harder (+15% damage). Clubs battered my arms (HP 15,000/16,000), darts poisoning (HP 14,900/16,000). I unleashed a Phoenix flame wall, incinerating twenty (HP 0/1,500-2,000). Telekinesis hurled a tunnel slab, crushing fifteen (HP 0/2,000). A Shaman's Dark Fire scorched my leg (HP 14,700/16,000), Curse Bolt slowing me (Agility 140). I warped space, redirecting fire (Shaman burned, HP 4,250/5,000), telekinesis smashing it into wall (HP 3,750/5,000), flames vaporizing (HP 0/5,000). MP 7,500/8,000.
Goblins swarmed, blades cutting (HP 14,500/16,000). I telekinetically lifted a dozen, slamming them into spikes (HP 0/2,000). Flames swept, torching thirty (HP 0/1,500-2,000). Poison darts rained, three hitting (HP 14,300/16,000, poison ticking). I warped time, slowing the horde (3 seconds), flames clearing a path (twenty down, HP 0/2,000).
Minute 21-30: Relentless Swarm
The dungeon pulsed, goblins now Level 25-30, stats 50-60, HP 2,500-3,000. Swarm Tactics slashed my back (HP 14,100/16,000), darts poisoning (HP 13,950/16,000). I telekinetically crushed a wave with a collapsing tunnel roof (fifteen dead, HP 0/2,500). Flames roared, comet bursts vaporizing twenty-five (HP 0/2,500). Two Shamans attacked, Dark Fire scorching (HP 13,750/16,000), Curse Bolts slowing (Agility 120). I warped reality, redirecting bolts (Shamans hit, HP 4,850/5,000 each), telekinesis slamming them together (HP 4,350/5,000). Flames finished—one incinerated (HP 0/5,000), the other crushed by debris (HP 0/5,000). MP 7,200/8,000.
Minute 31-40: Phoenix's Wrath
Hundreds poured, Level 30, stats 60, HP 3,000. Clubs battered (HP 13,500/16,000), darts relentless (HP 13,300/16,000). I telekinetically lifted a massive boulder, crushing thirty (HP 0/3,000). Flames swept, torching forty (HP 0/3,000).
A Shaman's Dark Fire burned my arm (HP 13,100/16,000), Curse Bolt hitting (Agility 100). I warped space, redirecting fire (Shaman burned, HP 4,250/5,000), telekinesis hurling it into spikes (HP 3,750/5,000), flames finishing (HP 0/5,000). MP 6,900/8,000.
Minute 41-50: Breaking Point
The horde was endless, Level 30, Swarm Tactics slashing (HP 12,900/16,000). Darts poisoned (HP 12,700/16,000).
I telekinetically collapsed a tunnel, crushing fifty (HP 0/3,000). Flames roared, bursts vaporizing sixty (HP 0/3,000).
Three Shamans attacked, Dark Fire scorching (HP 12,400/16,000), Curse Bolts slowing (Agility 80).
I warped reality, redirecting bolts (Shamans hit, HP 4,700/5,000 each), telekinesis smashing them into walls (HP 4,200/5,000), flames incinerating (HP 0/5,000 each). MP 6,600/8,000.
Minute 51-60: Final Stand
The dungeon shook, goblins infinite, Level 30, HP 3,000. Clubs battered (HP 12,200/16,000), darts poisoning (HP 12,000/16,000). I telekinetically lifted the ceiling, crushing eighty (HP 0/3,000). Flames erupted, inferno clearing a hundred (HP 0/3,000). A final Shaman charged, Dark Fire burning (HP 11,800/16,000), Curse Bolt slowing (Agility 60). I warped time, freezing it (5 seconds), telekinesis crushing it with rubble (HP 3,500/5,000), flames vaporizing (HP 0/5,000). MP 6,300/8,000. The hour ended, horde pausing, dungeon still.
Quest Complete: Horde's End
Rewards:
Phoenix Force control increased to 40% (cosmic flames: 1,200 damage bursts, advanced telekinesis, significant reality warps).
Safe return to home universe.
The vortex pulled, Kuoh's backyard reappearing, rain misting. My HP was 11,800/16,000, MP 6,300/8,000—no Twilight Healing allowed, wounds raw.
Phoenix flared brighter—1,200-damage flames, telekinesis lifting buildings, warps bending space and time. Asia greeted me, Boosted Gear glowing, her score worried. "Issei! You're hurt!" Twilight fields healed me to 16,000/16,000.
"Just being me," I said, hugging her. "Phoenix is stronger now."
Luke and Lila watched, their 80/100 bonds approving. Sona arrived, 400-stats aura radiant, her 100/100 kiss warm. "My dragon endures." Excalibur loomed, but with Phoenix at 40%, I was ready.