Is a question we'll answer after Issei takes inventory

As Rias Gremory closed the door behind her of the Occult Research Club that Issei had now claimed, Issei sat down on the couch before him, observing his two newest acquisitions.

He could practically feel the air quotes in his own mind at the word acquisitions, knowing full well he wasn’t being “professional.” Sitting in front of him were two of the most sought-after girls in the school: the feared and desirable upperclassman Akeno Himejima, and the adorable, standoffish, and utterly cat-like junior, Koneko Toujou.

Two women who, just days ago, wouldn’t have given him the time of day. Not because of who they were, although that mattered, but because of who he was:

the ultimate pervert.

Women like them had better things to do than even acknowledge him.

And yet here they were, utterly his. All he had to do was clap his hands once more, and their new lives as his toys would officially begin.

He had to restrain his excitement. A grin threatened to split his face in two, his pearly whites shining with a fang-like gleam. He had played this game masterfully, if he did say so himself. It had only been a few days since he learned of his ungodly power and it had some clumsy results along the way, but the results spoke for themselves: anything he wrote on became his property. The object didn’t matter. The tool didn’t matter. Once it bore his words, it was his. Everyone who saw his name just knew it to be so and didn’t argue.

Claiming Rias Gremory and her friend Sona Shitori had been just as intoxicating as he imagined. The Ruin Princess and the Student Council President, even if reluctantly, had acknowledged him as their owner and obeyed his every command. But taking Rias had been especially satisfying. Not because she had been his first, or he hers, but because of how he had played with her. He engaged in an ironically enough, devilish bit of trickery.

He’d given her hope.

He told her that if she helped him recruit someone of equal value into his harem, he’d set her free. She believed him. This woman who had rejected so many men for so long, who wore a perpetual gaze of disenchantment, who thought him so beneath her contempt, had thought her freedom was possible.

But she was wrong.

A woman like Rias, who had access to the most beautiful girls in the school, who manufactured a perfect excuse to get Akeno and Koneko to him so quickly, and had even more women in reserve that she hadn’t divulged, was far too valuable to let go. This would be a fun game, like dangling a string in front of a cat. Feeding her false hope had been the most delicious part.

Letting her believe there was a chance of escape, only to snuff that hope out... was cruel. It was vile. It was perverse.

It was everything Issei loved.

And the finale he had planned for her, once she had “completed” her end of the bargain…

Well, he had to save his excitement for another time.

For now, he turned his attention to the real prize before him: Akeno Himejima.

He hadn't lied to Rias. He truly held Akeno in higher regard. Her measurements alone exceeded Rias’s: a larger chest, wider hips, and a slimmer waist. Her elegance made her seem like the perfect housewife, and Issei couldn’t deny he had fantasized about her more than anyone else.

He stood up from the couch and approached her.

Akeno stood still, her expression unflinching, eyes unfocused, mouth slightly open—just enough to prove she was alive.

He reached forward, cupping her chest through her uniform, his fingers tracing the shape of her arousal-tinged body. A thrill surged through him. His future girlfriend, his real doll, was far more perverse than she let on. She would be an excellent harem mistress.

He moved behind her, hands sliding from her chest to her waist, then down to her hips. Every clumsy groping filled him with excitement. No shame. Just hunger.

With a final slap across her rear, he returned to the couch, flopping onto it with theatrical flair, positioning himself like a model in a portrait.

Today was the first day of the rest of his life.

He clapped his hands.

At once, the two girls stirred. They blinked, focused, and acclimated to the world, turning their attention to their new master.

Akeno’s eyes met his first.

For a heartbeat, he saw confusion… hesitation… but it vanished. That familiar composed, mysterious smile returned. Her hand touched her cheek in a demure pose, and Issei’s heart fluttered at the sight of her warming cheeks.

She looked at him like a woman gazing at her beloved.

“Hello, darling,” Akeno said in a breathy voice. “I'm so sorry that Koneko and I entered your room without permission.”

She glided forward with a practiced sway in her hips, lowered to her knees before him, and took his left hand in both of hers. She pressed it gently against her chest : not to grope, but to feel her breath.

“Please forgive us,” she whispered.

Her voice was so soft it might have been lost on anyone else, but not on him. The intimacy of it raised his excitement further.

Just as he was about to adjust his position, he felt weight press against his torso. A mane of white hair covered his chest. Koneko had collapsed atop him.

She didn’t speak, didn’t look at him. But her body curled close, as if afraid to displease him.

“We wouldn’t want you to be upset,” she said quietly—so unlike her usual sharp, judgmental tone.

Not long ago, she called him a pervert with scorn. Now, she was pressed against him like a devoted pet.

Issei smiled tenderly. With his free hand, he stroked her hair, then scratched behind her ear like a cat. A soft purr escaped her lips—brief, but real.

He turned back to Akeno.

She had never looked away. Not once. Her eyes locked on his like he was the only thing worth seeing in the world.

This… this was only the beginning.