A Despondent King

A/N: Slightly changed one of the rules of the Sex Note. Details will be given later, but I know it'll have no effect on future lewds.

“Buchou.”

"..."

“Buchou.”

Still no reply, merely a vacant stare down at the chessboard between them.

Akeno sighed.

“Rias,” she prompted again, watching as her opponent flinched at the call and finally meeting her eyes. “I know this is going poorly, but you still need to make a move.”

Rias said nothing, her eyes merely returning to the board.

Poorly was an understatement, nearly all her forces wiped out, and left with her unprotected king, a bishop stuck behind enemy lines, and a single pawn unable to advance as else it’d probably be lost.

But… To have any sort of chance she needed...

The silence was interrupted by the sound of a bell ringing from the main building.

“Ah,” Akeno hummed, getting up from her seat, “We should get going, there’s only ten minutes until class.”

“B-But the game…” Rias tried weakly.

“Is over.” Akeno said, “Unless you think that pawn of yours will finally make a move.”

“That’s…” Rias started, looking down at the board. The pawn in question was halfway across the board, but with a knight, bishop, rook and queen blocking it’s route it had no chance of making it through. Or making it back to it’s king, which stood alone on the back rack.

Rias sighed, reaching out her hand with a tremble.

“You’re right. It’s my loss.”

The king fell.

Rias Gremory, known as one of the two Great Ladies to Kouh University and the number-one beauty in the eyes of many, as the younger sister of one of the four Great Satan’s, and a pureblood Devil to the underworld, and as Buchou by all members of the Occult Research Club.

Akeno Himejima, Yuto Kiba, Koneko Toujou, Asia Argento, Xenovia Quarta, Gasper Vladi, Rossweisse each of them her precious peerage. She would die before she allowed any harm to come to them.

She couldn’t imagine her life without them. She didn’t want to imagine life without them. Especially not...

Not...

“Issei...”

Issei Hyoudou, her pawn. Her saviour. The man she gave her first kiss. The man she lived with, slept with and on occasion bathed with (admittedly alongside others with the latter two).

The most important person in her life.

And yet he…

Yet he…

“Buchou is Buchou!”

Glad that no one was around to see it, she sniffled and wiped her eyes as tears started to form.

She didn’t want to be Buchou to him anymore.

She wanted to them hold hands. She wanted them to go on dates. She wanted time where she could rest his head on her lap and just hold him tightly against herself.

She wanted kisses. One that would be delivered to her forehead upon waking up, her cheek when in public, as a way of hinting at their relationship behind closed doors, to her lips when they were feeling bolder, their claim to each other shown off to the world.

To her (and here her face, already flushed in a pretty pink, started to turn a much deeper red) oppai that had so entranced her darling pawn on the first meeting. Perhaps even some... lower, when the time approached, where they could gasp and moan and be together in one another’s arms.

She wanted to be Rias.

She wanted him.

She knew she wasn’t alone in her feelings. Vocal Issei may be for his dream of becoming a Harem King he was awfully blind to the honeyed looks sent his way by Akeno, the way Asia seemed to shine whenever she was speaking to him, or the way Koneko would perk up and smile at him whenever he was in her presence. And that wasn’t even mentioning the other female figures in her peerage. Or Ravel. Or Irina. Or just about any girl who looked beyond his perverted exterior for a little while.

Not that any of these were a problem to her!

Harems were common to Devils. Especially those who possessed great power, something her precious Issei had in spades thanks to his Boosted Gear. A sacred gear that doubled the wielders power every time it was used, power strong enough to kill Gods. But that alone wasn’t why she wanted him.

She wanted the man who stood in front of the entire Underworld and declared that her virginity would be his. The man who rescued her from her doomed fate as a ‘wife’ to Raiser Phenex. The man who grew alongside her peerage, saving Kiba from himself, Koneko and Akeno from their pasts (gaining their affection in the process of course), and her adorable younger sister (and eventual co-wife she suspected) figure Asia when she had been kidnapped by that scum Diodora.

Again, she truly felt no ill will towards her precious servants. She fully wished all of them could share a place in her cute Issei’s heart. Just... after her.

It was selfish of her, but that was to be expected. It was in a Devil’s nature to be selfish after all.

But Issei had already expressed his desire for her virginity. Wouldn’t it only be fair for her to take his in return?

Wouldn’t it only be fair that when she said his name to him, that he could return the favour for her? Couldn’t her Ise so filled with affection, be returned in kind with his Rias?

Wiping away a new tear that had started to fall, she pushed herself out of her chair, sparing a glance at the newly reset chessboard and allowing herself a small smile. It may not be the most impressive of magic, but it certainly came in handy.

Turning to leave the clubroom, she paused when she spotted something out of place. It was… a book?

Had… that always been there?

Making her way over carefully in case of a trap, she fired off a few detection spells. They came back negative so at least it wasn’t dangerous.

It was... a notebook? Not particularly large, but not exactly small either. The cover was black and bare apart from the title displayed on the front in a bright, passionate pink.

Sex Note?

A brief flick through showed that it was blank, well except for the first page which listed a number of rules. The gist seemed that whatever written within the notebook, as long as it was ecchi in some way, would come true.

Rias chuckled, dismissing the words. Magic may be an incredible tool to whomever used it, but the idea that it could bend reality in order to make the situations within real, was simply absurd.

It was far more likely this was a book purchased by her Issei, where he could explore some deviant fantasies he had, involving him and his fellow students. Perhaps even his club mates… or even her…

Of course, Rias thought with amusement, It could just as easily belong to Akeno, she seems like the type who would get a kick out of this, or at the very least enjoy the embarrassment we would experience when we found it.

Maybe it was a blessing she was the one to find this. The amount of teasing her poor Kohai would have faced likely would have scared him off from enacting anything within for even longer.

A pity she found it so soon though… She could have finally gained some insight into her cute little servant’s thoughts. Into his… fantasies.

Fantasies that could involve him and her. She might have learned something she could have used to finally catch his attention… To finally have some more intimate experiences with him.

Sighing, she moved to return the book, when she paused.

If this was Issei’s book, he would likely notice it missing soon and come running to collect it wouldn’t he?

She could picture it, him running in, grabbing the book and holding it tight against his chest in the hopes he could get out without any of his clubmates seeing him. He would rush to a private location, perhaps that peephole outside the Kendo Club or- no it was much more likely he wouldn’t risk someone else seeing him with it- perhaps his home? Certainly risky with its many occupants but certainly large enough to hide if need be, especially if he ran home quickly, as soon as the bell rang.

From there it was as simple as finding a room, locking the door to ensure no interruptions and spending some alone time with his thoughts. Thought’s that would soon be inscribed within this very book.

What if she…

Could she… write her own fantasy? Right at the beginning where it was impossible to miss. Impossible to ignore. Issei would splutter, his entire soul being drenched in embarrassment… Until he recognised the hand writing. Her handwriting.

He would read it. He would imagine it.

He would want it.

He would want her.

Then all she had to do was wait, wait for him to come charging in, for her. She would play coy, pretend not to know in order to get him to admit it, admit what he was thinking, at which point she would claim his lips before she pushed him back onto a bed where she would finally-

Her mind racing, she collapsed, her weak knees failing her as an account of her current state, luckily landing onto a seat just behind her.

Flailing around, her hand met a pen left on the couch (another thing left behind by her adorable pawn she suspected), took a deep breath, and opened the book to the second page.

She brought the pen down, ready to write, when she paused. This wasn’t exactly something she was experienced in herself, despite her earlier thoughts. How could she convey them properly? Issei was practically a connoisseur in this area, wouldn’t it need to be perfect? Romantic and sexy all at once, enough to work Issei into a frenzy.

She moved to begin writing before she hesitated for a moment more.

It... It didn’t have to be just his fantasies she wrote down did it? Wasn’t this the chance to get everything she had ever wanted in this sense?

Even…

Rias grinned a wide and truly satisfied smile.

Even her greatest wish.

Her gaze hardened before she brought the pen down, and began to write as the five minute warning bell rang out behind her.

“The beautiful and sexy Rias waited, ready for Issei’s return to his room. Her school uniform, already indecent at the best of times, modified to inspire only the dirtiest of thoughts. Her top kept closed by a single button, her incredible chest seemingly moments from bursting out and revealing that-

“Their lips separated once more as they stared into each other's eyes, the joy they felt reflected in them both.

‘Is this… really happening?’ Issei questioned between pants of air, the earlier make out session rendering him quite breathless, ‘I really can-?’

Rias laughed softly. It was the most magical sound Issei had ever heard, and left him staring at his soon to be lover with a look that could only be described as awe, and was helpless as she pushed him back onto the bed behind him.

His eyes shot to the door.

‘Don’t worry.’ Rias whispered, even that noise sounding perfect, ‘No one will interrupt us.’

She took a step forward with her beautiful feet.

‘Isn’t there something you want to do to me Issei? Something you want to say to me I S E -?’

Her azure eyes glistened in the light, creating a truly unforgettable sight-”

Rias paused, rereading the last few sentences.

Okay, she thought with a huff, so she was _maybe _overdoing it a bit, especially in terms of describing herself but hey, the sin of pride was just another part of her nature as a Devil. And besides she thought it was good, even if she wasn’t some ‘master writer’. It only really mattered what Issei thought anyway.

The bell rang out once more, officially declaring her late, but she paid it no mind as she lowered her pen once more.

“Issei looked up, his face filled with nothing but love for the woman before him. His eyes met hers and her spoke clearly, without hesitation. ‘Rias. I love you.’’’

The pen left the page once more with a squeal as Rias tossed it up in the air before clutching it to her chest, her eyes shut tight as she pictured the very scene she had just outlined once more.

It was perfect.

She stayed in her fantasy a moment more before preparing to write once more. The passage may have outlined her desires but it was still missing the things that featured in Issei’s.

Well for now anyway…

Rias licked her lips before returning to writing once more.

1. The person who's name is written in this book will be made to have sex.