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DxD: DO System Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2024-12-31 14:37:48 +0000 UTCChapter 17: Under the Stars**
The town was quiet, its lights dimmed as most people slept, lost in their dreams. Under the vast night sky, two figures sat silently on a swing, the cold wind brushing past them. They didn’t speak, didn’t make a sound, content to share the silence and the stars above.
Both knew the truth of their situation: they were supposed to kill each other. One thought the other was unaware, but only one of them was right.
Yet, neither moved. Not yet. They sat there, unwilling to break the moment, wanting to enjoy the stars a little longer.
It wasn’t love—not even close—but there was something about this shared moment that felt worth holding on to. A fragile truce in the quiet of the night.
“What do you think of the stars?” Issei asked. His voice was soft, but in the stillness, it was clear enough.
“Beautiful,” she said, her gaze steady on the sky. “But terrifying.”
He glanced at her for a moment before turning back to the stars. “Why terrifying?”
“They’re like people,” she replied. “Dazzling when you watch them from afar. But get too close, and they destroy you. They burn, they hurt.”
Issei let her words sink in, nodding slightly. “For me, they’re terrifying because they make you forget. Even when everything feels heavy, looking at the stars can make you feel at peace, even if it’s just for a moment.”
This time, she glanced at him, curious but silent.
“They’re beautiful,” she said after a pause. “And beautiful things are often dangerous. Even the devil—Lucifer—was said to be beautiful.”
Her lips curved slightly in a faint, knowing smile. “Yet he became the devil, a symbol of everything wrong, cast out from grace.”
“They say he lost that beauty when he fell,” Issei said. “Burned away as he was thrown into the depths. From an angel of light to a devil of despair. A sad story—having everything, losing everything.”
“Do you think he was still admired by the others?” she asked. “The devils, the princes of hell. Would they see him as beautiful, even after his fall?”
Issei thought for a moment. “Beauty’s subjective,” he said at last. “What some see as ugly, others might find beautiful. I think someone would still see him that way, even after everything.”
The two fell silent again. The wind stirred, and the stars above seemed closer somehow, but neither of them spoke for a while.
“Do you think a Fallen can still be beautiful?” she asked suddenly. “Angels are supposed to be perfect, but once they fall, they lose that. Or so they say.”
“Anything can be beautiful,” Issei said. “It depends on who’s looking. Someone who refuses to see it won’t find beauty anywhere, not even in perfection. It’s all perspective.” He smiled faintly. “There’s a saying: What is God to a non-believer?”
She smiled back, the same knowing edge in her expression. “What is beauty to the blind?”
“Just a word,” he replied.
The silence returned, familiar and heavy, but not uncomfortable. Unasked questions lingered between them, though most didn’t need answers. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from asking one.
“Issei,” she called, her voice quiet. “Which one is the real you?”
She didn’t explain further, and she didn’t need to. He understood.
“I’m whoever people think I am,” he said. “If you see me as a hopeless pervert, then that’s me. If you think I’m someone capable of caring, then I’m that too. And if what you see now feels real, then maybe I’m that as well.”
The swing creaked softly as the wind shifted, but neither moved. For now, the stars were enough.
She only stared at the calm face, waiting for him to continue.
“No one ever shares everything they feel,” he said, his voice calm but weighted with thought. “They either reveal what’s in their heart or what’s on their mind—never both.” He took a deep breath, pausing before continuing. “My grandfather used to say, ‘A man only ever shares one of the two: his heart or his mind.’”
She tilted her head slightly, intrigued. “Why not both?”
“Because no one can handle both,” he replied, his honesty sharp and unwavering. “The only ones we ever share everything with are ourselves—or death.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting his words sink in. The swing creaked softly as she leaned back, pushing herself gently.
“I think you’re right,” she said quietly, her voice almost carried away by the breeze. “No one can truly accept all of me, can they?”
He gave her a small, knowing smile. “Only you can. And when you’re at peace with yourself, you can choose to share pieces with those who matter.”
She gripped the chains of the swing, leaning her head against one as her gaze settled on him.
“Tell me, Issei,” she murmured, her voice laced with both curiosity and challenge. “Do you think you can handle me?”
His eyes met hers, and he paused, considering his words carefully. “Depends,” he said finally, his tone steady but tinged with warmth, “on how much you’re willing to show.”
She smiled, pushed her feet and got off the swing. Issei sat where he was rested, focused on the girl but unmoving.
“How about, what’s currently in my heart?” She asked and walked close. “What about, what it wants?”
“And what mig—”
His swing moved back a little as he felt a cold feeling against his lips. Cold, sweet and soft.
He couldn't remember the last time he felt such a thing, neither could he remember if it felt as good as now. But the cold night, the beautiful sky and the sweet perfume invading his nose made it one of the best sensations of his life.
The sweetness of the kiss and the threat of death, both intertwined to form a new feeling, one that wasn't afraid but wanted to face it.
And he did.
His hands moved to her face, slowly grabbing onto it and pushing his lips against her, returning the sweetness he felt.
It isn't right, is it?
That was the question he asked himself, and unknown to him.
She asked herself the same.
But for now, it didn't matter. They both were enjoying the kiss.
Her hands slowly moved away from the swing-rope, giving space for him to push and lift himself.
His right hand slowly moved down, from her cheeks to her neck, then to her hips. Hers pulled close to his chest, unknowingly, unconsciously, both pulling the other towards themselves, enjoying the closeness.
The lips parted, their eyes locked and a smile formed. Both were aware it was stupid, both were hearing warnings in their ears, but neither listened and once again, pushed lips against the other.
They were relentless, their hearts throbbing and lips opening, making way for their tongues to dance against the other. They had stopped caring and stared following their hearts, showing what it wanted, what it lusted after.
Their tongues entangled, fought against the other, danced and hugged. It was nude, it was dirty, it was more intimate than naked bodies rubbing against.
And it felt… nice.
They were in a state of bliss, a drunken sort of bliss that no alcohol could ever induce.
Their breaths were mixed and eyes asking questions.
“D-Do you…” Issei pulled back for a moment, breathing out a warm breath, visible in the cold night. “Think this is a good place?”
She gave out a small chuckle, breathing the same breath. “Do you care?”
“No.” Issei chuckled back.
“Then neither do I.”
And without another word, both closed the distance and went back to the intimate moment. This time much more violent, much more crude.
Hands roaming, bodies pressing, heads moving. She pushed him against the swing’s frame, he gripped her hips tightly. She bit him on his lips, he didn't mind the pain. Unable to control herself, her lust growing, she pulled out his coat, revealing his high neck sweater.
He too couldn't stay still, even in the cold, he took off her cardigan, revealing her perfect figure in the minidress. His breath was rapid, he pulled her closer and twisted their bodies, pushing her against the swing frame.
“We can give someone trauma.” He warned.
“Trauma aids growth.” She said, pulling on his sweater. It was difficult for her to remove it, so he lowered himself a little, allowing it to slide off his body over his head.
Though even now, their hands didn't stop. Pulling and pressing against the body, exploring bits that were special.
“Mhm,” a little moan left her lips as his hand pressed against her breasts. Her eyebrows were quaking as she stared at him with bitten lips.
Her eyes were on his chest, one that had certainly been trained.
He wasn't very muscular, he wasn't very big, but he was lean and he had worked on his body. She could see the abs that were slowly starting to form and the muscles that were becoming visible.
She knew he had been training since a bit, and she appreciated it.
His hands meanwhile threatened to tear open her minidress, making her giggle.
“Careful,” she said. “It's expensive.”
Seeing him taken aback a little, she smirked and pulled it out of her body, herself.
“But it can always be taken off.” Saying that, she threw it over the swing, letting it sit over the wood. And this left Issei stunned.
Stunned by the sight.
A perfectly shaped body, toned stomach, abs sharper than his, and breasts that were much more prominent now with just the bra.
“Oh, black looks magnificent on you.” He said, grabbing her hands, taking a glance at her black lingerie and pushing her hands and body against the swing frame harder. “You look magnificent.”
She giggled, loving the attention and the praises.
His lips pressed against her neck, one hand pinning her to the frame and the other moving through her hips to her ass. The sensation made her shiver, it tickled, it felt nice and she wanted him to move his hands further.
And he did.
His hands pushed past her panties, his lips pushed past her lips, both invading, both being places they shouldn't be.
Both reaching wetness, spots that made her shudder. She squirmed, jolted and dragged her now freed nails against his raw back.
“Fuck…” She moaned out just as he pulled his tongue out. “Continue.”
He smirked, amused at both her language and her asks.
But without complaints, he complied. Giving her what she wanted, fingers to her cunt and tongue to her throat.
His tongue was long, fingers longer and both expert and giving pleasure. Yuuma’s ears grew warm, her hair undone and body unable to handle more.
“Put me on the swing…” she begged, rubbing her legs against each other. Issei however, proceeded to enjoy her further, kissing her harder, biting on her neck and sucking at her soft skin. “Mhm… please.”
Hearing her beg, he couldn't help it. He smiled and nodded, “alright.”
He picked her, holding her like a princess and surprising her with his strength. He placed her over the swing without any effort, back on the wood with her legs spreading. She grabbed onto the swing’s ropes and allowed him to pull out her panties.
He couldn't help but smile as he saw the damp panties and a thread of fluid extending as he pulled it out. She was wet, very. And she wanted him more than anything at that moment.
“Please?” She asked, hoping he knew what to do. And thankfully, surprisingly even, he did.
He lowered his body, pushed his knees against the ground, grabbed her by her thighs and pushed his head close to her cunt.
He surprisingly didn't get the scent he expected, instead his nose was invaded by a scent of the same perfume she wore, albeit stronger, much stronger.
His breath hit her cunt, making her jolt. He enjoyed the sight, he enjoyed her movements. And so, he pushed his lips over her lower ones, both loving the sensations.
“Mhm, continue~” she moaned, and he couldn't help it when he heard her voice.
He pushed his tongue against her cunt, dragging it against her walls, all while she pulled the ropes of the swing as hard as she could. She was liking the sensations, but his constant playing around was frustrating her.
“Ah~” She moaned as she wrapped her legs over his neck, pulling him closer to her cunt, making his tongue go deeper. “Fuck…”
He felt himself suffocating, but it didn't hurt him. He enjoyed that sense of breathlessness. He allowed her to tighten her grip, allowed her to suffocate him between her thighs and her cunt.
All while he pushed his hands under her plump ass, gripping it tight and pushing her against his mouth, swallowing her juices.
Her mind was hazy, feeling his tongue swirling over her lips then her clit. The constant move from the labia to the clit was getting to her head, making her unable to bear any longer.
With one hand, he took off her bra, leaving herself completely naked to the cold wind of the night.
Uncaring, she asked him. “Fuck me… please…”
Having enjoyed her taste thoroughly, he too wanted something.
“How about we both give each other something?” He asked, and it puzzled her for a second before realizing.
“W-Where?” She asked, figuring it was impossible on a swing.
He pointed at the slide, making her raise an eyebrow.
“Not the bench?” She asked, and without saying a word —he picked her up.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, cunt dripping and legs dangling as she watching him taking her past the bench and to the slide —placing her against the cold surface of the metallic slide, making her shiver.
“Excitement over comfort.” He said, giving her a kiss.
She frowned, “then you get on the slide.”
He shrugged and changed positions with her, pushing his back on the slide, feeling the extremely cold metallic slide surface but not complaining.
The slide was longer than most, thus giving them enough space and length to lie down without slipping off.
Yuuma took a deep breath and got on her knees, entirely naked with her hair flowing with the wind.
“It's only fair if we are both naked,” she said, undoing the buttons of his pants while he pushed out his shoes with his feet. As she pulled down his pants, noticing the bulge inside his boxer-briefs, she smiled. “Someone is excited.”
He didn't argue, he knew she was worse off than him. And that awareness was more than enough.
Biting her lips, she kept staring at his underwear.
“Not willing to pull it down?” He asked and she glanced at him once again, unable to think straight. “I can he—”
Before he could finish his sentence, she pulled out his underwear, making his rock hard cock sprung out right in front of her face —barely not slapping her.
“W-Wow…” She stammered seeing it. “It's… nice.” That was all she could say.
It wasn't the world’s biggest cock, it wasn't monstrous nor the most veiny. But it was big, much bigger than what the Japanese worked with. If anything, it was probably bigger than the world average —much bigger.
She couldn't help but stare at it.
“Are you… going to do something about it?” Issei asked with a knowing smile, having been genuinely surprised and happy with what he got the first time he went to piss.
“Yeah…” She muttered out without realization, and in that same daze, she found her head lowering to his cock, mouth opened and tongue wet with saliva.
Her saliva dripped over his cock, tongue wriggled over it and breath directly around it. Issei did shudder from the sensation, and over anything else, he wanted to shove his cock to her throat.
But he let her take her time, letting her move her tongue against it, licking it like a popsicle, sucking it like a lollipop and tasting it like a desert —carefully and delicately.
And soon, she found it comfortable to press her lips around it, covering it and pushing her head over it. The initial push made Issei nearly jolt from pleasure, but he grabbed onto the frame of the slide, letting her continue her bobbing motion.
Head up and down, slow and steady, tongue wriggling around the cock, breathing inside, sucking on it, and giving out sensations that Issei felt both divine and evil.
“F-Fuck..” he moaned out, “d-don’t stop!”
She didn't.
Instead, she hastened her bobbing, making it a bit rougher but better. Taking in his cock deeper, nearly hitting her throat and tearing up.
Huffing, she pulled back with tears dripping. “Let's… both enjoy this.”
Hearing this, Issei pushed his back and lifted himself.
“How about…” Saying this, and without giving her a second to say a word, he grabbed her and flipped her over, falling with control over the slide —he cunt directly over his face and his cock against hers.
She gasped at the fall, but seeing he was laughing, he couldn't helping but sigh.
“You are an idiot…” she said.
“Oh, let's see if you will say the same after this—”
Immediately, he grabbed her ass and pushed his tongue over her clit, making her eyes widen and body shudder.
“Ahh…” She bit her lips, but after a second, she too pushed her head over his cock, bobbing it up and down.
Both and them found the sensations beyond just pleasurable, it was transcendental for them.
Both could barely contain themselves, getting lost in the pleasures of the flesh. Her tits pressed against his abdomen, her raised cunt enjoying the sensation of his lips while he enjoyed the sensations of her tongue over his cock and hard nipples over his stomach.
Both of them knew that this could be taken further, could be made to reach sensations far superior. And as such, unable to handle it any longer, he lifted her —drawing a tiny shriek of surprise from her.
“Let’s… take this a step further.” He said and it immediately made her eyes glow.
“O-Okay,” she smiled, grabbing him softly around his neck and letting him change her place for the third time.
This time, he chose comfort and took her to the bench —placing her there softly. The bench didn't have a back support, which made it easier for them.
With a smile, Issei got on top pushing her against the bench and raising her legs in the air.
“Will you be okay?” He asked, and she nodded.
“Mhm.”
Rubbing his fingers softly over her cheeks, he aligned his cock against her cunt and ever so softly, pressed it, pushing it inside.
“A-Ah!” She gave a gasp and a moan, but she felt no pain. She was beyond wet, and his cock went inside with ease.
“Mhm!” Both moaned, one feeling the penetration, the other feeling the warm and slippery walls gripping him.
“C-Continue.” She moaned, and with a slight nod, grabbing the bench with one hand and one of her legs with the other —he thrusted his hips, shoving his cock deep inside her.
“A-Ah!” She moaned, her mind numbing from the sensations of pleasure she had been craving for so long.
His grip on the bench was tight and his thrust hard. It started slow, rhythmic then started going hard and rough, just as she liked it.
She bit her lips, hard, leaving marks. As for his thrusts? It only grew harder, rougher.
“P-Please,” she moaned, “let me lie on my chest.” She asked and so he got off for a little, letting her change positions.
He knew it was too much for her legs, and so he was patient.
“You can,” surprisingly, her voice felt shy. “Continue…”
Thus, with a smile, he did.
“As you wish.”
Without warning, but with care and tenderness, he shoved his cock inside her, enjoying the bounciness of her plump ass. Each push, each thrust felt nice and her walls gripped even tighter.
“Ah, fuck…” She moaned, “so good…”
His movement was rhythmic, he knew where to hit.
“Oh, fuck!” He moaned.
“Continue!” She begged, “continue!”
She knew she was close. She knew if he stopped now, if he came before her, she could never forgive him. And if she came before him —she would never forget him.
And he was mindful. His thrusts were perfect, rhythmic, hitting exactly where it was meant to —making her drown in pleasure.
Her body was shivering and mind numb. She knew just a few more thrusts and she would give in.
But she didn't understand just how pleasureable it was for her body. And in one more thrust, unable to hold much longer —she gave in.
“I-I am c-cumming!” She screamed in pleasure, certainly scaring the kids of the neighborhood.
“I am close!” He didn't stop, he kept pumping. Feeling himself close, he pushed her head, grabbed her ass and thrusted as hard as he could.
Her body was jittering and in that moment, he too was unable to hold out for any longer.
“Fuck!”
Without thinking, he gave up and released right inside her cunt, flooding her insides with his warmth and making her eyes widen.
“Idiot…” She mumbled out, while he chuckled. Aware that she would certainly be needing a pill.
And as he felt his body warming up and then immediately cooling, with the girl below him, leaking his cum from her cunt —he heard an unexpected sound.
<Congratulations! You have completed a hidden quest!>
<Hidden Quest Completed: Flood the Mythological Gates!
Release inside a supernatural being!>
<Reward Obtained: {Dragon Pheromones}, {Dragon’s Vigor}>
<Dragon Pheromones: Enables the release of an alluring aura that provokes and angers men while captivating the attention of women.>
<Dragon's Vigor: Endows the boundless vitality and enduring stamina of a dragon.>
Hearing the voice and seeing a confused yet satisfied fallen under him, he didn't know what to feel.
Happy?
Or worried.
‘Idiot.’ Groaned the Heavenly Dragon.
