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Draconic Codex: Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2025-10-02 02:51:34 +0000 UTCChapter 12
Warning: This chapter has a soft gay scene between two men that aren’t Issei. It’s highlighted, but for comedic purposes. If that’s really not your thing, maybe give this chapter a skip.
Tags: M/M, Handjob, Mutual Masturbating, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Sexting, F/F
Matsuda’s living room was warm and dimly lit, the glow of the TV painting lazy shadows over the couches where the three of them sprawled. Motohama sat forward, elbows on his knees, eyes glued to the screen. Matsuda slouched back like he’d already lost the will to live. Issei wasn’t even pretending—his attention had strayed from the anime almost immediately, phone in hand, fingers scrolling as he fell down another physics-related rabbit hole.
Knowledge might literally be power for me now. Who knew giving me magic powers was the secret to turning me into a star student…?
“...Stars shine by converting hydrogen into helium through nuclear fusion. For that to occur, the hydrogen nuclei must be forced close enough for the strong nuclear force to overcome their natural electrostatic repulsion. That requires extraordinary pressure and temperature—conditions only achieved under immense gravitational confinement. When the core reaches that threshold, fusion ignites, releasing the colossal energy that defines a star…”
Issei rubbed his chin. Colossal energy…he liked the sound of that. He didn’t know how any of that could be applied to his powers yet, but the idea gnawed at him all the same.
Seeing Motohoma shooting him with another glare, Issei sighed and let his phone drop to his chest.
He’d try again in another ten minutes.
Though rife with feelings of nostalgia, the boys’ night was a far cry from how the infamous Perverted Trio used to spend their free time together. Issei smirked, half amused, half embarrassed, remembering the antics they used to get up to. He’d lost count the amount of times they’d crammed into one of their bedrooms, having smuggled in the latest doujin past their perennially disappointed parents like contraband.
The less said about what they did with said doujin, behind the privacy of a locked door, the better.
I’d probably still be a virgin like these two if it weren’t for Rias…
As embarrassing as those memories were, they still filled Issei’s heart with warmth. His buddies were absolutely retards, but they were his retards. And they’d had some great times together.
Then Matsuda’s grandmother had passed, leaving him her house. For a while it had felt strange—Issei had actually liked the crazy old hag, but Matsuda had understandably been hit way harder. His grief had warred with the exciting thrill of unexpected freedom. One of them had their own place now. They could stay up all night watching all the porn they could get their greedy hands on, no parents to bust them, nothing off-limits.
They could even watch hentai without headphones.
Comparing those days to his life now—Rias, Fallen, Devils, Sacred Gears, magic—almost made him laugh. Like he’d just fallen asleep one day and woken up in someone else’s fantasy, in their story.
He rubbed at tired eyes, trying to recall the diagrams of stellar bodies from his phone… only for his thoughts to be broken by the all-too-familiar bickering of his friends.
‘Flat is justice,’ Matsuda insisted, suddenly animated. It looked as if he’d finally found a reason to take an interest in the anime Motohama was enjoying.
‘Justice? She’s got the body of a boy,’ Motohama shot back, adjusting his glasses as the age-old argument kicked into gear. ‘The childhood friend with the big tits is objectively hotter.’
‘You mean the one who can’t even take two steps without tripping over her own feet? Please. Useless.’
Issei rolled his eyes, lips quirking in fondness. Typical. Matsuda would probably cream himself over Koneko if he saw her now—right before she smeared him into paste for sullying her with his perverted gaze.
…he’d probably like that. Especially if she said it with a ‘nya’...
His phone pinged.
His heart leapt in excitement when he saw who it was. Rias.
Apparently the interrogation was over.
Rias: Meeting’s over. I learned a lot of new things, nothing groundbreaking though. I’ll debrief you later. How’s boys’ night?
Issei started immediately tapping out his reply, a fond grin on his lips as his friends’ bickering faded into the background.
Issei: Fine. I dunno if my tastes in anime have just changed, but I didn’t last a minute before I started falling down physics rabbit holes online and only pretending to watch…
Rias: 🤣 Told you you’d grow out of shonen.
He rolled his eyes as he typed, as if she were in the room with him and could read his body language.
Issei: Turns out getting your own legit magic powers kind of ruins the appeal of shonen anime. Who knew?
Rias: Poor baby. Did I ruin anime for you?
Rias: Here, this’ll make you feel better.
Issei bit his lip and stifled a groan when the next message loaded—a selfie. Rias had clearly just stepped out of the bath, her long hair still damp where it clung to her shoulders. She knelt on her bed in a pink silk robe, the lace-trimmed fabric open and tantalising in the front. The lapels framed the swell of her breasts but did nothing to hide their heavy shape, her nipples nearly visible through the lace trim. Her grin was pure mischief, the kind that made his face blossom, his heart lurch and his cock throb—if it weren’t caged. Below, the robe’s folds bunched artfully across her thighs, hinting at what lay underneath while keeping it maddeningly out of reach.
Tasteful. That’s out of character for Rias—
Just as the thought crossed his mind, a second image loaded. Rias was now laying against a mountain of pillows, her heavy breasts fully exposed and hanging off either side of her torso. Issei’s eyes, however, were drawn to his fiancée’s spread, bent legs, her dainty feet planted on the soft mattress. It normally took a hell of a lot to draw his attention away from Rias’ tits, but seeing her slimfingers, especially the one adorned with his engagement ring, teasing at her glistening, exposed lips had him all sorts of fucked up.
He was so fucked up that it took him an embarrassing amount of time to realise that these pics weren’t selfies.
Before he could even give that insane realisation the respect it was due, a pillow smacked him in the head.
‘Put your phone on silent, dumbass,’ Matsuda groused. ‘We don’t need ta hear your pings every three seconds coz your ball and chain’s telling you to come home.’
Instead of snapping, Issei only grinned wickedly and hurled the pillow back. ‘Is that what you think this is?’
‘As if it isn’t!’ Motohama scoffed. ‘All girls wanna do is ruin our fun!’
Issei mentally rolled his eyes. He really didn’t like rubbing their singledom in his friends’ faces, but it was hard when they insisted on giving him their wisdom when their entire experience with the fairer sex was based on brief interactions after being caught peeping.
‘I dunno what girls you losers are talking to,’ he said aloud, now knocking away a flurry of pillows, ‘but if my girl wasn’t busy, she’d be right here with us, watching and laughing at Motohama’s shitty taste in anime like one of the boys.’
‘My taste isn’t shitty!’ Motohama squawked.
‘Traitor!’ Matsuda cut over him, incredulous. ‘You’d bring a girl into our inner sanctum?! She’ll destroy us!’
‘A girl with friends, you absolute dumbass!’
Another ping. Issei looked down, ignoring the amazing looks of stunned realisation on his friend’s faces—and nearly dropped the phone.
Rias: No comment? Are you trying to make me jealous? It’s working.
Rias: Try to ignore this.
This time, she wasn’t alone and it actually was a selfie. Akeno was now on the bed with Rias, completely naked, and cradling her King’s head in her lap, her own heavy breasts dangling above his fiancée’s grinning face. Akeno held the phone up to snap the selfie with one hand, while the other pinched and pulled at Rias’s puffy pink nipple.
After getting control of his emotions, Issei snapped off a quick reply that every man understood and all women loathed.
Issei: 👍
Rias: 👿
Issei snorted under his breath and grinned at the effect his teasing had on Rias. His eyes drifted back to the pic and he desperately wished to be rid of his cage. The things he’d do to have Akeno’s tits smothering his cock…
Not that he’d ever tell her that. It was blatantly obvious the turboslut wanted another go at Rias. Rather than feeling threatened, Issei was already considering how many favours he could extract from the seductress in exchange.
He’d feel a lot more guilty about—essentially—pimping out his girl if she weren’t so obviously into it.
‘You can’t go three seconds without looking at your phone?’ Motohama sneered, clearly over his shock already. ‘Talk about whipped.’
‘Yes,’ Issei deadpanned, his voice then dripping with derision as he continued. ‘I am gonna look at my phone over arguing with you two retards. Especially when my girl is sending me nudes.’
Both froze, eyes wide. It was one thing to suggest that these two dumbasses try to hook up with Rias’ single friends, it was quite another to let them know his girl was sending him nudes. For free. Issei ignored them, thumbs flying.
Issei: Gorgeous. Both of you 😜
Smooth, Issei!
Issei: Sorry, the boys are freaking out ‘cause I keep texting you. They think you’re telling me to come home.
Issei: I just broke their brains. Told them you were sending me nudes. Here, look at their dumb faces.
Both Matsuda and Motohama were still so stunlocked that they didn’t even react when he snapped a pic of their stupefied faces and sent it to Rias.
Rias: 🤣
Rias: Did you show them…?
‘Bullshit!’ Matsuda finally barked, finding his voice. ‘You’re lying! Reading too much hentai! Real girls don’t do that!’
‘Especially not a lady as refined as the Great Rias Gremory!’ Motohama added, and it took all of Issei’s self control not to burst out laughing. These retards were clueless. ‘Why even lie about your own fiancée?!’
Issei rolled his eyes, typing back.
Issei: I’m about to. They’re pissing me off.
Rias: What are you waiting for? You don’t need my permission.
He hesitated, though Issei couldn’t deny the illicit thrill that shot up his spine at the thought of exposing his girl to his buddies. As much as he hated himself for it, he let reason take over.
Issei: Posting your nudes online for strangers and showing my friends isn’t the same thing. Matsuda’s gonna be my best man—might make things awkward…
Rias: Matsuda, huh?
Issei: Lol, I couldn’t choose. Flipped a coin. Had them call it.
Rias: Typical. 🙄
Rias: I don’t care. Show them. Just… make them earn it.
Heat crawled up Issei’s cheeks. His heart thudded in his chest, mind racing through possibilities.
‘Did she send you another pic?!’ Matsuda snapped, impatience and eagerness breaking through his skepticism.
‘Shut. Up,’ Issei growled, eyes flashing in annoyance. ‘You two don’t even know how amazing a friend I am. Now shut your mouths before I change my mind!’
Clearly having no idea what he was talking about, Issei was still satisfied with how quickly that shut them up.
Issei: What’ve you got in mind?
She didn’t reply immediately. The dancing ellipses flashed in and out of existence, teasing and taunting Issei like her smug little grin had in the very first pic. Matsuda and Motohama fidgeted and cursed under their breath beside him, willing to wait, but their patience wore thin.
Rias: If they want to see me, I want to see them… at their best. 😈
Issei’s blush deepened, equal parts horrified and exhilarated. He’d have to be crazy to even consider this, sharing such an intimate side of his fiancée with his pervy best friends.
A year ago, he might have flat-out refused.
A different Issei stood here today though, one birthed in the fires of temptation and, dare he even think it…?
Cuckoldry.
A wicked smirk tugged at his lips. A forbidden thrill—as if his body were overloading on Aether—raced through his nerves and up his spine as he turned to his friends.
‘Alright,’ he said, looking up at the pair. ‘She’s fine with letting you losers see… on one condition.’
Two Adam’s apples bobbed, and two sets of wide eyes stared at him like he was the Second Coming.
Which was pretty ironic, given his recent reincarnation…
‘You wanna see her nudes? She wants to see you two first. Go on. Get your dicks out.’
In any other group of friends, that line would’ve earned him a punch in the teeth. But they were the infamous Perverted Trio. Pulling out their dicks in front of each other didn’t even crack the top ten list of their most degenerate feats.
The only question was whether he was screwing with them.
Apparently, Rias Gremory was worth the risk.
They shared a silent conversation, weighing the pros and cons without speaking a word. With a final, combined glare at Issei, a warning of what would happen if he was screwing with them, both men started to unbuckle their belts and let their jeans drop unceremoniously. Their boxers soon followed.
This wasn’t the first time Issei had seen his friends naked. Hot springs and changing rooms aside, it was hard to stay modest when jerking off to the same doujin like a pack of horny monkeys. In Issei’s defence though, it had been a while.
He had no real need for porn anymore, after all. He was marrying a woman whose sexual appetite made all porn feel redundant, unless it starred her. Given that, Issei could be forgiven for his forgetfulness and his shock.
Motohama was similarly endowed to him, A little longer, not as girthy. Matsuda, on the other hand…?
His best friend was hung like a horse, similarly to the foreigner he’d watched his fiancée blow in the hotel. It had been years since he’d seen it last, and while he’d remembered his friend being hung, he didn’t remember this.
And he still wasn’t even hard.
Fuck, did he grow even bigger…? What the shit, man…
‘Come on, stop staring and take the pic. You better not be screwing with us.’
Shaking his head, Issei snorted. ‘You think Rias wants to see two soft cocks? Get ‘em hard. She specifically said you need to earn it.’
Though neither questioned him, they both grumbled in annoyance.
‘How am I supposed to get hard with you staring at me with your ugly-ass face, dumbass?!’
Motohama nodded, though Issei suspected his friend was feeling a little cock-envy and embarrassed in the presence of Matuda’s ridiculous arousal. ‘It doesn’t help that you’re pointing your camera at us like a perv.’
Fucking pot, kettle. His creepy ass points his camera at unknowing girls all the time…
Still, Issei conceded. Besides, there was nothing wrong with giving them a taste.
Turning to the TV, Issei opened the first pic Rias had sent him that evening, the one that technically covered all, but teased everything. Then, with a feral grin at his half-naked friends, he cast it onto the screen, the anime they were watching long forgotten.
Both gasped and the room descended into shocked silence. Issei heard the familiar, wet sounds of excited cocks being stroked before he turned back around.
‘My God…’ Motohama whispered under his breath, his eyes glued to the screen as he furiously and shamelessly stroked his perfectly average and totally fine endowment.
Okay. Maybe Issei had a little cock envy too. Not that he’d ever admit that to his friends…
‘Are they…why are they sagging so much?’
Fucking retard virgin.
Thankfully, Motohama snapped at his friend before Issei needed to and broke his face, his hand never stopping in its pumping.
‘It’s called gravity, you idiot! Only fake tits don’t sag!’
‘Don’t call me an idiot, dumbass! This is why small chests are better!’
Issei turned to his friends with a raised brow that, he thought, hid his annoyance well. Both Matsuda and Motohama made for a pretty pathetic picture, their jeans and boxers around their ankles and their hands working their hardening cocks. A part of Issei idly wondered if Matsuda’s grandma still haunted this house, watching on with dismay and disgust.
Given everything he’d learned since his reincarnation, he couldn’t exactly rule out the existence of ghosts…
Ignoring the queasy feeling in his stomach, he addressed his blasphemous, retarded, donkey-dicked best man.
‘You’re welcome to leave the room. No one’s making you do this.’
Matsuda’s brave, loli-defending front instantly crumbled at the threat and he bowed his head in defeat. ‘N-no! I—I was just saying. I didn’t mean disrespect…’
Issei rolled his eyes and shook his head in exasperation, but let the matter drop. Matsuda returned to pleasuring himself and Issei found himself weirdly fascinated by the mechanics of it. It was less urgent, more casual and measured. Issei figured his arm would likely tire out if he energetically fapped-away at his foot-long shaft like Motohama and he did. Instead, he had one hand closed gently around and squeezing his sensitive, leaking crown while the other played with his heavy, plum-sized balls.
‘How did you land that you lucky fucking bastard,’ Matsuda whispered reverently, even his preference for petite, athletic women a mere afterthought when confronted with Rias’ supernatural beauty.
‘Guess I’ve got game—unlike you two losers.’
Matsuda snorted, but he didn’t dare look away from the TV. ‘Got game, he says, while doing as his girlfriend commands and showing off her nudes to his friends. That’s cuck shut, right there.’
Issei twitched in annoyance at the jab. Not so much at how surprisingly close to the truth Matsuda had landed, or the cuck jab, but more at how these hopeless virgins tried to look down on him. His mind started working on possible plans for revenge as his friends continued to gleefully jerk-off, unknowing of the calamity that was coming for them.
One orchestrated by a vindictive, motivated Devil.
Motohma got hard long before Matsuda—it wasn’t a comment on Rias’ beauty or a preference issue, just a matter of sheer volume. Though both were salivating over Rias’ sexy pic and her teasing smile, Matsuda just had a lot more cock to fill…
When Matsuda was ready, he pulled his shirt up and let his hard, obscenely huge cock thwack heavily against his chiselled abs. Motohama leaned back and pressed his own, much more meager endowment out with his thumb, ready to be photographed.
‘Hurry up,’ he urged, cheeks flaming as he kept sneaking subtle, envious, self-conscious looks over at Matsuda’s ridiculous, oversized manhood. ‘Take the photo before I lose it…’
Matsuda flushed for a very different reason. ‘Ugh, this is gay as hell.’
Issei raised a challenging brow. ‘Gayer than when we used fleshlights on each other—?’
Both Matsuda and Motohama threw pillows at him out of reflex the second the words left his mouth, the photo snapped before their assault. ‘We promised never to mention that again!’ Matsuda shrieked.
‘We made a pact,’ Motohama shrilled.
Issei only laughed and sent the message, secretly wondering how Rias would react when she saw Matsuda’s huge cock.
‘Sure, sure, whatever,’ Issei waved his furiously blushing and embarrassed buddies off. Suddenly, neither could maintain eye-contact and Issei desperately hid his snort of amusement, not wanting to ruin the mood.
As the dancing ellipses returned, Issei found himself growing increasingly excited to read his fiancée’s reaction. Would it excite her? Would she want a piece of it? An increasingly overpowering part of Issei’s psyche wanted to make it happen, to watch her try and handle and swallow such a beast, for his pleasure.
A different part of Issei felt disgusted with himself. Not at his new fetish, but at the thought of whoring his girl out for his own, sick pleasure. He silenced that rebellious part of his mind however when he remembered how much Rias enjoyed this play, how much she loved performing for him.
Rias: 🥵Now isn’t THAT interesting
Rias: A deal’s a deal. You better show your horny friends your fiancée’s nudes, you dirty boy.
‘What’s the hold up?!’ Matsuda barked, still slowly stroking his immense cock while waiting for the goods. Motohama followed up, more self-consciously.
‘Did…did she like it?’
‘Gimme a sec,’ Issei snapped back impatiently.
Issei: I’ve got an idea. A way to fuck with them and maybe even play a little.
Issei: You said I don’t need to ask you for permission, right? You sure about that?
Issei was shaking with anticipation as he watched the three dots dance in his messaging app.
Rias: I love that you’re taking the lead. This is so much sexier.
Rias: Do whatever you want. I’ll support whatever your dirty mind can come up with.
Rias: Naughty boy.
Rias: I love you.
Issei grinned wickedly, his heart thudding in his chest at the last message.
Issei: I love you too.
Issei: I’m sure you’ll like what I have planned. You both will.
Issei: Speaking of. Film yourself lezzing it up with Akeno. Tell her she owes me big time. I’m gonna need that video soon…
Issei could sense that Matsuda was about to pipe up again, so he pre-emptively shut his friend up with a glare before he could open his mouth. Understandably, Matsuda had always wielded the alpha energy in their group, the big-dick-energy. For obvious reasons. It was as if his jock friend could instinctively sense the unspoken shift in their dynamic though, as if he could feel there was something about Issei that was different now. Something he couldn’t explain or put a finger on.
Something he didn’t want to fuck with.
So when Issei glared at him, instead of arching up, he dutifully piped down and waited patiently for his just rewards.
Rias: You just made Akeno’s night. I’ll make sure she repays the favour she owes you, my love.
Rias: But now you have me curious, and excited.
Rias: What do you have planned? Any hints? 😗
Issei chuckled evilly, making his friends shudder instinctually when he looked up and grinned at his two victims.
Issei: Trust me babe, you’ll love it. I’m gonna keep it a surprise for a bit though.
Issei: You’ll find out soon enough…
Putting his phone down, Issei gave his friends a too-wide smile. ‘Rias says thanks for the pic and I can show you her nudes right now—’
‘Show us! Shoooow uuuuuus!’ Motohama pleaded, looking ridiculous while bouncing eagerly in his seat, his rock-hard cock still in hand. Matsuda was no better. Despite how much he went on and on about his Flat Princesses, he looked just as excited to see the great Rias Gremory naked.
‘Or…’ Issei teased with a smile only a used-car salesman or a lawyer could be proud of. ‘We can raise the stakes.’
‘Issei, you better not be fucking with us—!’
Realising he could quickly have a mutiny on his hands, regardless of the dynamics between them subconsciously shifting, Issei hurried to explain.
‘I’ll gladly show you the nudes she sent me. They’re pretty hot. Same robe, on our bed, tits out, pussy front and centre…’
He motioned to his phone for emphasis and two sets of eyes tracked it like puppies following a dog treat. Their eagerness was palpable.
‘OR,’ he reiterated, ‘I can show you a video of not only Rias, but Akeno too. Going at each other. Lezzing it up. No bullshit. They’re filming it right now, that’s why the delay earlier.’
What had looked to be a burgeoning mutiny died a swift and painless death as Matsuda and Motohama looked like they didn’t know whether to laugh, or cry. Their mouths gaping in shock. Their cocks, harder than steel.
‘The two Great Ladies…? Having sex?’
Matsuda was the first to recover with a shake of the head. ‘Bullshit. You’re just screwing with us. No way someone as refined as Rias Gremory is doin’ that.’
‘No bullshit,’ Issei doubled down before shooting both Matsuda and Motohama a vulpine grin, ‘but it ain’t for free, either. You wanna see that video? You gotta send Rias a video too—this time, of the two of you jacking each other off.’
A beat of stunned silence. Matsuda and Motohama stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers, their hard cocks twitching, exposed, unattended, then…chaos.
‘FUCK NO!’
‘ARE YOU CRAZY?!’
Issei almost laughed in their faces. He might have, if he didn’t think it would incite a riot.
I dunno why they’re freaking out so much. This is hardly worse than the whole fleshlight incident.
As embarrassing as it was, Issei still remembered the incident in question like it was yesterday. The three of them, sitting in a circle in Motohama’s dark bedroom—his parents and sister obviously out for the evening—three brand new fleshlights open, lubed and ready for use. Though Issei could hardly remember the shit-tier hentai that had been playing on the TV, the scene replayed in his mind in perfect clarity, playing out like some weird, pagan ritual.
While there hadn’t been chanting, to his virgin mind it might as well have been a religious experience. He could still remember the way his breath caught, the humiliating sounds he’d let slip when he pushed into the warm, tight sleeve for the first time. The only reason he could still look Motohama and Matsuda in the eye afterwards was simple—they hadn’t been any better.
He still didn’t know what was worse—that they’d actually gone through with it, or that, back then, it was the best sex of his life.
The only sex, to be fair…
Given how eager Matsuda and Motohama had been to agree to never talk about the experience again, Issei suspected the latter…
Which only made their current outrage even funnier…
Instead of laughing, Issei made a show of clearing out his ear with a bored expression on his face, yawning in disinterest at his friends’ fury. His look screamed, “Are you done?”
That only seemed to enrage them further.
His next words made them simmer down real quick.
‘Not only will you both get to see the video and keep it, but whoever lasts the longest, whoever doesn’t cum first…will get a blowjob from Rias.’ His grin almost split his face in two, and it was all he could do to not show his friends how much the taboo words excited him.
For the first time ever, he was thankful for the chastity cage keeping his arousal in check. He suspected his excitement would have been painfully obvious, otherwise, especially with how his guts churned in perverse glee as he imagined Rias’ lip wrapped around Matsuda’s huge cock.
Issei finally broke and let out a hysterical giggle as his friends’ faces shifted between revulsion, shock and desire.
It was as if Issei’s words sucked all the air out of the room. His friends couldn’t seem to find the words to express themselves, and the situation was only made funnier as they continued to stand there, their pants and boxers around their ankles and their excitement clear for all to see.
Some more clearly than others. Issei was sure that, were Motohama to win their little competition, she’d make him shave that rat nest that did his more modest endowment no favours.
They need to agree first.
‘You’re telling me you’d let your girl suck our dicks? Just like that?’
Issei tilted his head to the side and grinned, eyeing Matsuda with challenge. ‘No just like that. You’d need to earn the right. Obviously.’
His eyes narrowed. ‘Are you a cuck? Is that what this is?’
‘Depends,’ Issei snapped back with a challenging grin. ‘Why don’t you grab your bro’s dick and find out?’
‘I don’t believe it,’ Motohama finally joined the conversation. ‘It sounds too good to be true. No way would someone like Rias Gremory agree to something like this. He’s screwing with us.’ He adjusted his glasses and shot Issei a cold glare. ‘He’ll probably record us doing…that and they’ll watch it back and laugh at us whenever they want.’
Issei crossed his arms, screwed his eyes shut and let out a groan of annoyance. ‘I’m really getting over you two talking about my fiancée like you know the first thing about her.’
Before the boys could respond, Issei took out his phone and dialled Rias’ number, making sure to put her on speaker phone.
‘Hello?’
Both Matsuda and Motohama froze in shock at the sounds of the voice. Not so much at hearing Rias speak, but more due to the breathy and sexy moans that accompanied her voice. They flushed a brilliant crimson and Issei worked hard to keep the smirk out of his voice.
‘Hey babe, you’re on speaker. I’m here with the guys. Did I catch you at a bad time…?’
Matsuda’s cock, swaying between his muscular thighs, twitched like an angry snake at the moan in Rias’ voice while Motohama’s pointed straight at the ceiling, the crown leaking his excitement.
‘Hello boys. Bad time? No, just a little, mmnh, busy recording the video you asked for…’
Matsuda and Motohama reached out to steady each other, their knees going weak at the confirmation. Issei never stopped grinning, his dark eyes shining with delight.
‘Is Akeno gonna keep being rude? Or is she gonna say hello to my friends too?’
Rias let out a breathless chuckle and another moan.
‘She’d love to, but her mouth is a little busy at the moment, and my thighs just aren’t willing to let go…’
Issei’s shit-eating grin never left his face as he watched his buddies’ shocked reactions.
‘N-no way…’
‘I—Holy shit…’
‘I can’t wait to see it babe, but hey, speaking of seeing it, I guess I better tell you what’s going on here, yeah? Anyway, here’s the deal. I told the guys I can either show them your nudes, or they can double down. I told them if they let me film them jacking each other off for you, I’d let them see the video you’re filming…’
‘Ooooh, you naughty, naughty boy. I just love how your devious mind works…’
Rias couldn’t have been playing this more perfectly than if he’d coached her beforehand, and he loved her for it.
‘Oh, that’s not all. I told them that whoever cums first is the loser,’ Issei continued, his smirk widening so far his cheeks started to ache. ‘And not only that, I said you’d blow the winner. If they accepted, of course.’
There was a beat of silence as Rias processed the words and Matsuda and Motohama held their breath. Akeno’s wet suckling on the other end of the line was drowned out by the beating of his own heart and blood thundering in his ears.
When she finally spoke, she did so without hesitation, as if he hadn’t just sprung this on her.
He would give her a good tonguing the likes of which Akeno could only dream of giving her as a reward next time he saw her.
‘And they called you a liar, I assume?’ She breathed out, her breathy tone tinged with amusement and arousal, ‘You boys think I wouldn’t do whatever my fiancé tells me to do? That I’m not his, mmnh, his kinky little slut?’
Even while caged, Issei almost lost it.
That was nothing compared to Matsuda and Motohama’s reactions though. They looked as if he’d socked them in the guts with his new, devil-enhanced strength, caught between disbelief and intense arousal.
‘And all he asked was for you two to touch each other? And you hesitated? Do you not think I’m pretty? Beautiful? Am I not your type? Are you not interested in me…sucking your cocks?’
Motohama bit his fist to stifle a desperate moan while Matsuda took an urgent step forward, his heavy cock swinging from side to side like a fucking elephant’s trunk.
‘N-no! You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Gremory-sama!’
Issei internally winced and thanked his lucky stars that his friend’s unknowing slip of the tongue hadn’t spoiled the mood. Rias carried on, not even hinting at how much she hated being referred to by her family name. Before she continued, Rias let out a long, breathy moan as Akeno no-doubt grew fed up with being ignored.
‘That’s very kind of you to say. Now… prove it. We’ll speak later, my love.’
‘Aye aye, have fun.’
The room descended into deafening silence after Issei hung up. He didn’t speak, but he kept his eyebrows raised in question, his lips quirked in an amused, challenging smirk. His friends looked completely stun-locked, like they couldn’t believe what they’d just seen and heard.
Finally, snapping out of his daze, Matsuda slowly turned to Motohama, swallowing heavily. He rubbed the back of his neck, face crimson. ‘I can’t believe we’re even thinkin ‘bout this.’ And it was clear they both absolutely were. ‘About doing…that…’
Motohama adjusted his glasses with trembling fingers, his face just as red. ‘Technically, we’re not doing it for us. We’re doing it for Rias and Akeno. The two Great Ladies of Kuoh. The hottest women I’ve ever seen. That’s about as straight as it gets.’
Issei was tempted to correct them, that Akeno wasn’t part of the deal, but he let it go. She would be in the video they’d get to see win or lose, that was true enough.
‘…Right?’ Matsuda muttered, eyes narrowing in thought as he began to justify in his own mind how doing something that absolutely was gay as anything but.
Issei wanted to cackle like a deranged psychopath, but he decided to embrace a nugget of wisdom Rias always loved quoting at him whenever she was stomping people in strategy games.
Never interrupt your enemies when they’re making a mistake.
‘Think about it,’ Motohama pressed. ‘When we were teenagers, we watched porn together all the time. Was that gay? No. It was about the girl on screen, a shared appreciation of beauty, not looking at each other’s dicks! This is the same thing—except the girl is Rias Gremory. And this is real life.”
Matsuda blinked. ‘Shit. When you put it that way…’
‘And don’t forget—’ Motohama swallowed hard, his voice dropping as embarrassment muted his budding excitement. ‘This isn’t even the first time. Remember…the Event-That-Must-Not-Be-Named?’
Matsuda’s face went scarlet. ‘Bro, we swore—’
‘Exactly! We swore never to talk about it, but not because it was gay, but because people wouldn’t understand. It was just…just bros…helping bros. This is no different! Rias wants to see us, and saying no would basically be rejecting her. Rejecting Rias Gremory!’
Matsuda’s jaw dropped as the logic clicked into place. ‘Bro…you’re right. Refusing Rias would be way gayer than just… y’know, giving you a hand.’
‘Right?!’ Motohama agreed, eyes shining.
Issei sat back, nearly shaking with suppressed laughter as his friends argued themselves straight into his trap.
Motohama gave a solemn nod, adjusting his glasses until they caught the light, he imparted one final bit of wisdom and sealed the deal. ‘Exactly. It’s not gay to jerk off your bro in the right circumstance. It’s gay not to.’
They bumped fists and Issei made sure he caught this entire clown show on camera.
He and Rias would be watching it back later. Many times over.
‘Alright, enough stalling,’ Issei said, lifting and motioning to his phone. His smirk was razor-sharp, and the guys looked queasy. ‘Let’s get this over with.’
Matsuda and Motohama exchanged one last panicked glance, then both squared their shoulders like they were about to go to war. No hesitation, no easing into it—they each reached across and grabbed hold of the other’s cock, like ripping off a band-aid. With about as much finesse too.
Issei kept quiet, phone steady, recording every second. Inside, he was howling with laughter. Their faces were priceless—blank, stiff, going through the motions like a pair of robots. Still, the change was obvious. A warm, strange hand was leagues better than anything that had ever touched them before, and the flickers of pleasure sneaking across their expressions betrayed them.
That humiliation made everything about a million times funnier.
Matsuda groaned low in his chest. Motohama’s glasses fogged up as his face overheated. Both of them looked like they wanted to be anywhere else, while simultaneously wanting to sink into the couches and let out sighs of pleasure.
Unfortunately for Issei’s amusement and Rias’ viewing pleasure, it looked as if the former instinct was overpowering their hedonism.
When it seemed like they were about to throw in the towel, Issei cleared his throat. ‘You might want to put in a little more effort if you want to be the one getting your dick sucked by Rias…’
That snapped them out of it. Real quick.
Motohama grumbled through clenched teeth. ‘My arm’s getting tired! How the hell do you even jerk off something this ridiculous?’ He gestured at Matsuda’s colossal shaft, its length glistening with his arousal, as his hand slid up and down his entire length. It was one thing to behold the freakishly huge cock, but seeing how Motohama’s hand couldn’t even close around its girth really drove in its size in a way a casual inspection never could.
Motohama didn’t have small hands.
Matsuda’s face burned. ‘Like it’s easy for me! You think I’m used to jerking off something this small?! Feels like I’m gonna rip this fuckin’ thing off!’
Issei tamped down the instinctive instinct to defend his friend and his perfectly average and adequate manhood.
Stupid Matsuda and his stupid, huge dick.
He consoled himself with the knowledge that Rias still chose him. Perfectly average and more than adequate cock and all.
Motohama squawked. ‘I’m not small! I’m perfectly average, you freak!’
‘Ow! Don’t squeeze too hard, retard!’
‘I know how to jerk off, asshole! I’ve been doing it my whole life!’
‘Then why do you suck so bad?!’
‘Hey, there’s an idea. Why don’t you try giving it a suck, Motohama?’
‘Shut up Issei!’ They both screeched in embarrassed fury.
The insults turned to snarls, their grips tightening, rhythm quickening, and suddenly it wasn’t about a shared punishment game anymore—it was a competition. The thought of Rias’ lips on their cocks loomed large, driving them to—hilariously—adjust their technique and make the other feel as good as possible.
Each was focused on one thing and one thing alone.
Making the other cum.
Matsuda bared his teeth, muscles straining, sweat running down his brow. ‘I’m not losing to you!’ With a roar, like pushing through one last set at the gym, he reached with his free hand, cupped Motohama’s balls, and hammered his smaller cock like a piston while his other hand startled to gently fondle.
Motohama wailed as his climax almost immediately hit, his hips launching off the couch as cum sprayed like a geyser across Matsuda’s hand, chest and abs. His rapturous groan sounded half euphoric, half despairing, and Issei wasn’t sure if it was because he was devastated at losing an opportunity to be with Rias, or that one of his best friends had just given him an apparently incredible orgasm.
For a heartbeat, the room went silent—then Matsuda screeched like he’d been burned, shoving Motohama away and bolting for the bathroom.
That was it. Issei couldn’t hold it anymore. He doubled over, cackling like a madman, his phone still steady as he followed Matsuda’s panicked retreat and panned back to catch the lazing Motohama. His bespectacled friend glared red-faced into the lens while his body quivered, humiliated, his cock shrivelling and retreating into the bush after unleashing its load.
They’d done a lot of degenerate stuff in their teen years to earn the moniker Perverted Trio, but Issei wasn’t sure any of it matched what he’d just orchestrated.
Issei wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye as he tapped through his phone, sent the file, and settled back to wait. Motohama couldn’t even look him in the eye, having thrown his arm over his face as he worked to catch his breath.
By the time Matsuda came back into the room, his face still burning and his chest scrubbed clean, Motohama had finally gotten over his embarrassment, though he still refused to look either Issei or Matsuda in the face.
Issei’s phone buzzed. He grinned, holding it up like a prize. ‘Here ya go, boys—never say I’m not a man of my word. You’ll get your extra reward later, Matsuda. Rias is a little busy right now… as you can see.’
With a few taps, he cast the video up onto the big screen.
His two friends froze.
There was Rias, spread naked on their bed, her long legs parted around Akeno’s dark head. One hand threaded lazily through Akeno’s silken hair, guiding her, while the other braced her heavy breasts, fingers curling beneath the soft swell as she arched in pleasure.
The sudden trill of her phone cut through the wet, obscene sounds of Akeno’s busy tongue. Without looking away from the camera, Rias reached for the device on the nightstand. Her fingers fumbled briefly before she brought it to her lips, her breath ragged, cheeks flushed.
‘Hello?’ she moaned softly, her tone thick with heat. Every syllable dripped teasing promise, exactly matching what they’d heard earlier through the speaker.
Rias’ moans threaded through the call, low and melodic, her hips gyrating against a talented tongue. Her eyes stayed locked on what could only be Akeno’s phone as she toyed with them, voice breaking around the pleasure her Queen forced from her.
When Rias ended the call in the video, she smiled wickedly down at Akeno, tugged her up for a heated kiss, and rolled them until their long legs tangled. With practiced ease, and just as they’d done the previous night, they slid into scissoring, their moans rising as they ground against one another.
Matsuda collapsed onto the couch as if his legs had given out. Motohama was already going at it again, fapping away like a retarded monkey, his face red and his bespectacled eyes glassy. Whatever humiliation they’d endured moments ago was completely forgotten in the face of this spectacle.
No hentai they’d ever snuck into each other’s rooms could compare to this after all, and both Matsuda and Motohama gave it the respect it was due and jerked off in silence. Issei didn’t plan on sticking around, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Motohama attempted to pay tribute to the video and came all over Matsuda’s TV.
As hilarious as it would be to see the fallout of that, it wasn’t as enticing a proposition as joining both Rias and Akeno in bed. Sure, he couldn’t do much in his current, caged state…but he wouldn’t be opposed to another pegging…
He’d never tell her, but the turboslut really did know what she was doing…
I might be an even bigger freak than these two…
Issei pocketed his phone and made for the door, grinning ear to ear. ‘I’ll leave you lovebirds to it. I’ve got somewhere much better to be.’ He ignored the curses hurled at him and continued, ‘why not give each other a hand? You’ve already crossed that line, it’s not like doing it again would be more gay.’
They threw pillows half-heartedly in his direction, but their eyes never left the screen—not when he teased them, not even when he slammed the door behind him.
As he got back on his new bike and revved the engine, the time ticked over to midnight and his vision was filled with notifications of points gained from the Codex. Not as lucrative as the previous night, but he was building up quite the stockpile.
He couldn’t wait to spend it.
But first, he had a couple of devils fucking in his bed that he needed to see to.
