Home Buyer's Guide (Explicit)

Things have settled down in terms of monster attacks. A few days have gone by since Lala's introduction to the 'harem chamber' that she snuck in under the foundations of your garage HQ. Though in other ways things have gotten increasingly chaotic and out of hand. Your baseball stadium rescue has resulted in a media tumult – with hundreds of journalists descending on the city to try and find the identity of the mysterious superhero.

There are TV specials, round the clock talk show speculation, and people painting murals of you onto the side of local apartment blocks to celebrate your actions in rescuing the people at the game. There's a veritable Harem Hero frenzy ongoing. And Mitsuru is more than happy to stoke the flames of that frenzy.

She summoned Venelana Gremory using the Sledgehammer (without your knowledge) and attained her assistance in spreading the word about her new toy line, released to coincide with the trend. She didn't just want to conquer the store shelves, she wanted to conquer the multi-media landscape! You've started to overhear her speaking with producers and licensors about new products, comic book tie-ins and potential lawsuits from the people whose intellectual property you are now plucking characters and concepts from.

There's just one problem with that – Mitsuru has not only hidden her identity, but also the location, registration and finances of your new 'company.' It's a black box from which no information can leak or escape. The government doesn't even know who you work for. Plus, the rather tenuous legalise theory that you aren't really selling other people's ideas. Mitsuru had quietly shelved the replica cards and replaced them with non-copyright infringing alternatives. Some of them are more obvious than others.

The first one-hundred-thousand-dollar cheque slid into your bank account with little fanfare, after bounding between various proxy accounts intended to protect your identity. It's even more than Mitsuru initially suggested, pushing upwards into the one-hundred-seventies. Suddenly you don't need to worry about rent or your expenses anymore. It's both liberating and constricting. What are you going to do with so much cash? Rias had some good ideas. Why not live it up a little with a flash car and a new, larger apartment?

And thus, the apartment search begins. You know that Lala has the ability to add compressed space rooms to any building – so space may not be such an important factor. You're just looking for something more liveable, and maybe a little impressive so you can feel like a big shot. With such a huge amount of liquid cash on hand, you can pay the down payment for pretty much any available apartment in the city. Sans the ones constructed to launder dirty money in the downtown district – doomed to never be lived in.

You created a shortlist of several that catch your eye, all of them offering premium perks like an underground parking space, a private elevator, and panorama views of the district they're located in. Many of them have been built in speculative locations close to the garage and by the waterside. The attempted gentrification of the former industrial and shipping area hasn't been doing so hot – so there are plenty of bargains to be found.

Having sent a message of interest to one of the estate agents involved, you received a response from them promptly. They couldn't show you around in person, but they would leave a spare key under one of the potted plants in the outside hallway for you to use. If nothing else it should provide a fun diversion to see how the 'other side' lives. You walk through the abandoned warehouses and industrial yards to an area that has been flattened and landscaped into a new high-end business and residential area.

The building you seek towers above the others. A reflective monolith of glass and steel – an overcompensating construction that seeks to be the tallest around. You walk through the repaved courtyard slash park and into the cold embrace of an empty skyscraper lobby. There isn't a soul to be seen, but the lights are on and the doors still open so…

Screw it. You ignore the potential for this to turn into an avant-garde horror flick and swagger to the elevator. The agent said the double-layered apartment was on the thirtieth and thirty-first floor, and inhabited half of the building's footprint in the process. You can't imagine the size of the place until you see it with your own eyes.

Up and up you go. A sassy saxophone melody plays over the elevator speakers during the trip. The reflective steel doors slide open and reveal a beige hallway. On either side of you are two black doors, with numbers printed onto them. You're looking for 312. A pair of vases stand guard on either side of the wooden laminate door, under the left is the key you were promised.

"Alright, no axe murderer just yet."

The door unlocks with a satisfying clunk, swinging open to reveal a fairly lavish entry hallway into what is a truly gigantic luxury apartment. These are the real high roller suites, mainly designed for investors to buy and sit on for a stupid length of time without ever once opening the front door and using them for their practical purpose.

On the immediate right is a cloak room to store coats, umbrellas and a veritable landslide of outside shoes. You kick off your own dirty beaters and leave them by the front door so you don't spoil the lovely white-marble floor. You're spoilt for choice on where to start your inspection, but a rumbling from your pocket momentarily distracts your attention.

It's Akeno, wondering if you're free to spend a little time with her. As usual, this simple request is accompanied by an image of her posing in a full-body mirror with no clothes on. Does she think she needs to pay you in nudes or something? You fire off a message asking her to get dressed. What's the harm? You summon the Sledgehammer using your bracelet and summon Akeno from her world. The busty sadist appears wearing a flattering white blouse, jumper and long black skirt. She looks very mature in this new casual outfit.

"Hello Akeno."

"Fufu, hello husband!" Akeno leans up and plants a friendly kiss on your lips. Her eyes are immediately drawn to the apartment you're in. "Hm. Is my dear husband seeking a new home?"

You and the girls already talked about the money situation. "Kind of. I got curious about how far my new-found wealth can go. This is the first place I've checked out."

"Ara, it is rather bare, isn't it?" Akeno comments, craning her head upwards to look at the tall glass windows that look out over the water.

"All of these modern buildings look like this. They need something… more personable."

Akeno nods, "I much prefer the way that Rias styled our clubhouse. It's very comfortable and warm. These big bald windows need some lovely crimson curtains, don't you think?" The gothic stylings of DxD's clubhouse do have a certain appeal. You're going to have to redecorate no matter which building you choose in the end.

The main living area is huge – featuring a built-in kitchen area, dining table and depressed seating area with an equally large flat-screen TV built into the shape of the indentation. Huge roof to floor windows give a semi-impressive view over the bay of the city. Heck, you can see the baseball stadium from here. You and Akeno wander around the place, providing commentary and ideas for what you'd like to do with it. The room that is most exciting to her is the master bedroom, which takes up a large chunk of the second floor. A half-wall allows you to see through the very same windows.

"What a wonderful love nest," she giggles, "I can just imagine us lavishing you with affection on a big, emperor size mattress while we watch the sun set."

A what? You don't even know if they make beds that big.

There are several other mostly empty rooms intended for whatever use a rich man can think of. It's so sprawling that you're already running low on practical ideas for what to use them for. Akeno does her level best to try and make up for it. "Fufu, this would make a wonderful dungeon. We can punish the naughty girls in your harem, and have a little fun together." She trails her pedicured nails down one of the empty walls and flutters her eyebrows, essentially begging you to assent to the concept.

You don't know where to start with something like that. "Uh, I think I'll leave the dungeon design to you then – Akeno." She responds by planting another kiss on your cheek and hugging your arm like a doting housewife. She can be a real sweetheart when she tries. She also manages to restrain herself from asking for a quickie with you. And by 'quickie' you mean three hours of marathon sex like what always seems to happen.

"How many places did you look up?"

"A few, more apartments like this and some bigger houses out in the suburbs."

"I'd love to come with you. Shall we?"

You smile and shepherd her back towards the entry hall, "Of course, whatever you want." There are a few more places you're planning on visiting today – so having Akeno for company sounds like a great idea. Otherwise it's going to be very dry and boring, oohing and awing at whatever absurd architecture the rich and powerful have decided to construct in an affront to good taste.

Maybe a gothic twist is just what one of these breezy, oversized homes need.

House hunting with Akeno is rather tame by her lofty-debauched standards. She may have teased you and made crude comments about 'punishing' you a few times, but otherwise she manages to keep it in her pants for the entire trip. As for the apartments themselves, you quickly come to realise that all of them are essentially identical. A large open plan living room connected to a lavish modern kitchen and a bunch of afterthought doom chambers designed to be turned into displays of excess.

Sure, the elevators and underground parking makes you feel like a high-roller, but you can get much more bang for your ill-gotten buck by heading slightly out of town and into one of the high-class suburban areas. Consisting entirely of large, elaborate modern palaces with tall perimeter walls and garages big enough for twenty cars. Plus, they come with a garden, you can make as much noise as you like, and people won't look at you like a psychopath for using it for something other than money laundering.

The city had once believed that expensive developments like this would help kickstart the economy – years later they still sit empty and unused, at severely reduced prices. Akeno coos in awe as you step through the front gate and into the garden. It's an 'open day,' but you're the only people in the entire lot.

The reason you chose this particular house over all of the others is because it's built in a much more appealing classical style. A red brick façade, white Victorian style-windows, a big front balcony and a fairly lush front garden to help it blend into the environment. It isn't a jumbled mess of unneeded edges and extensions like the usual McMansion, and it isn't a towering white monolith that makes you feel like you're living in a bad science fiction movie.

"I like this one," Akeno comments, "It reminds me of the clubhouse."

The clubhouse doesn't not have a separate garage area, with three automatic doors and enough space to fit twelve vehicles though. A laid-brick roadway flows down from the mouth of the second building like a river. No tarmac here. You scan your phone at the front door using a weird app the estate agent told you to install, which unlocks the door and leads into a rather lavish front reception room, with a pair of staircases reaching out to embrace you from the front.

The house is totally empty. None of the walls are painted or papered, and there's no furniture. According to the description on the site you found it on – the house was left unfinished inside after the previous owner went bankrupt. That means that it's a mostly clean slate for the buyer to do whatever they please with it.

To put it bluntly – it's a rather boring place to explore. There's nothing to see, but a lot of things to consider. Maybe this is the blank canvas you're looking for? Akeno eagerly takes pictures of the rooms using her phone for later use.

"You could ask Rias for some monetary assistance, as her future husband."

"No need. I can afford the down payment for this, and the repayments. I'm getting kicked 150k every month now, and it might go up depending on what Mitsuru does."

Akeno stares at one of the bedrooms with a sly smile, "Fufu. I can imagine you and your wives reclining on a lovely bed in here."

"That includes you, you realise."

Akeno giggles and pecks you on the cheek, "Oh? So forward! I expect a lovely, debauched wedding in a satanic chapel. I really want you to see me in a dress…"

Right, the devils can't enter holy buildings. You almost forgot.

"I think Rias would like to get her hands on this building," Akeno explains, "She has something of a hobby for interior design."

"Oh, is that so?"

"She was the one who directed the reconstruction of the clubhouse. She'll turn this empty shell into a lovely place to make love and raise children." Akeno's face flushes and her eyes glaze over as a lewd fantasy spills into her headspace. "I can't wait to meet all of your lovely mistresses."

The utterly bonkers amount of money you now have is enough to convince you. What's the harm? If it doesn't work out you can just use it for something else. That does mean you have to go through a fairly lengthy process to purchase the place and get it up to a liveable standard first. There isn't even a fully completed kitchen or bathroom.

"I think this is the place," you declare. Akeno puts her hands together and tilts her head to the side. She always looks so patient and calm, even when you know there's a sadistic streak running through her. You lean in and wrap your arm around her waist, "How about we head back to my apartment for a little while? Say one last goodbye together."

Her eyes sharpen and she licks her lips seductively, "Fufu. Of course, husband."

It took less than a second from crossing the threshold of your front door to Akeno pushing you up against the wall and claiming your mouth for her tongue. You wrap your arms tight around her body and cup her heart-shaped buttocks with your hands, forcing a needy moan through her otherwise occupied throat. The heat on her face is clear, she backs away and pants with need.

"Husband, I need you to take care of me," she teases in a sing-song voice.

Take care of her you will. Clothes are thrown to the wayside as you both struggle for supremacy and collapse onto the crappy mattress in your bedroom. Akeno's body is insane. Her breasts are huge, and her hips and thighs are equally plush. There's little room or will for foreplay, Akeno spreads her legs wide and reveals her wet lower lips with lidded eyes and a beckoning hand gesture.

A lyrical moan escapes from her chest as you plunge deep into her wetness, grinding the tip of your erection as deep as it can go. Her arms pull you closer and her legs wrap around your waist to stop you from pulling out. She wants every last drop of your essence to be consumed by her hungry womb, playing with fire and running the risk of a demonic pregnancy.

As you thrust into her again and again, she recaptures your lips in an intimate and tongue-filled kiss. The soft and warm flesh wiggles against your own, vying for dominance from below. Your back burns as she runs her nails down you, leaving red marks in their wake. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she chants wordlessly, her muscles tensing and her pussy spasming around your cock. You grunt and bury yourself even deeper – pressing the tip against her core and unleashing thick, steaming strands of seed into her womb.

"Such a beast, fufu."

That was never going to be enough to please Akeno. Before you knew it, the positions are switched, with her bouncing on top of you and grinding her hips. Her huge breasts dangle freely, allowing you to knead and play with them – pinching at her hard nipples and suckling on them in a **** frenzy.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The sweet sounds of ecstasy coming from Akeno drag you even further into the lustful inferno. Before long, you follow up your previous creampie with a second, even stronger one. As your shaft slips from her sodden sex, she licks her lips again and her face flashes with sadistic fervour.

"That's a good little hubby. But I'm not satisfied just yet."

Two hours later you lay on your back with Akeno upside down at your side, trying to cool down after such a hardcore round of sex with the black-haired beauty. She dragged you to several more orgasms before you finally tapped out. She eagerly cleans off your soiled cock with her mouth, vacuuming up whatever is left inside of your shaft with oral skills that defy her inexperience with men.

Pop.

You shudder as the cold hair buffets your saliva covered member. Akeno scrambles back up into place and pulls your arms over her. Akeno rolls over to face you and squeezes her breasts together, "I heard from the president that you're trying to add her mother to your harem."

"She was the one who made the card," you reply, "Turns out that Rias is a bit of a mother's girl."

Akeno laughs. "It's exciting, our handsome hubby claiming the hand of one of the largest and most influential devil houses. There are many other lonesome noble women who could use our help in seeing the light."

Being alone with Akeno really makes you think. How does she feel about you independent of Rias' influence? You know that she's willing to do anything for her – but does that extend to being with her boyfriend too?

"How do you feel about me, Akeno? You were very excited to jump into all of this."

Akeno's face softens for once. "I like what I like. Don't tell the president, but I've also had fantasies of being with you. My, it's embarrassing to say! But now that I know you're real and not just a character…"

"I get it. Rias and you are the same. You're very… popular with a certain type of man."

"Fufu, bottoms?"

"Not just bottoms," you groan. "People who'd like a beautiful, powerful devil girl with a sexy body and a mean edge. That's something you can't get without advanced dimension hopping technology."

"I'm happy to fulfil whatever fantasies you have, hubby. Make sure to summon lots and lots of pretty girls that I can punish!"

"Punish?"

Akeno drops the act for just a moment; "Sexually, not painfully."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it."