F is for [F]uck this, I'm reverting back to the previous chapter naming scheme. Issei Goes Home, As In He's Not At School Anymore. As In, He's At His Home, Which Is Not At The School Nor Anywhere Near The School. Also, Happy Mother's Day.

"You're back already, how was school?" His mother, Miki Hyoudo, asked him, engrossed with the cooking program on their flat-screen TV. "Your father called in, said he's working late."

"Overtime again?" Issei asked, moving to the kitchen to grab a small glass of water. But that was incorrect. His cups weren't small, they were averagely sized at best.

To someone who wanted to know the specifics of the Hyoudo Residences preference towards cups, Miki Hyoudo had bought the FÄRGRIK from Ikea. It was 11 centimetres tall or whatever the fuck that is in inches.

"Yes," she replied. "Oh also Issei, I left some chicken in the freezer. You can microwave it, if you want some."

"Okay mom." Chicken sounded delicious, especially after what he had been through.

"One more thing Issei," His mom said once more. "I got some letters in the mail. From some people with the name Gremory and Sitri. Do you know these people?"

Oh shit, they found out where he lived? Well, Sona would probably know since she's the Student Council President but still. Not cool.

"You can burn them." Burning the letters would send a very clear message to the two of them to stop in their attempts at recruiting him. It was either this or sending them a very long e-mail on this very topic, but Issei didn't know how to write a formal e-mail but he certainly knew how to burn stuff.

That skill came in handy when he burned his entire porn collection when he got caught by his mom.

Speaking of his mom. Issei's eyes strayed over to her, specifically, his eyes strayed over to her body.

Miki Hyoudo wasn't old by any means, but she wasn't young either. A ripe age of 45, she married his father very young and had him a few years down the line.

She was known to rarely exercise but despite that, her body was still in a healthy condition. Even though she had confided into him her growing weight, Issei still considered her skinny. Or at least as thick as a bowl of oatmeal.

Sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, Miki was very engrossed in the Hit Television Program 'Masterchef Junior' hosted by Star Chef Gordon Ramsay. And due to so, Issei could ogle her body without her noticing.

Her breasts were a respectable size, not as big as Rias but certainly huge enough that he would have trouble fitting them in his hands. Stuffed into a beige cardigan, Issei could see that the shirt could barely contain her breasts and because so, her chest jiggled with every slight movement.

Her bottom half was nothing to scoff at either. Miki's best feature was probably her ass, due to how fat it was. Unlike Sona, Miki's ass was pure fat with no muscle at all. Every time she cooked, Issei would often ogle his mother's ass as it was prone to also jiggle at the slightest movement.

Oh, how he would like to slap it, or maybe grope it.

Those were often the perverted wishes of a younger him, masturbating to his mother during the wee hours of the night. How he would like for her to suck his cock, or perhaps wear an apron while naked just so he can look upon her ass without any sort of clothing restriction.

"School was okay," he lied as easily as he breathed. "Made a few new friends." That was also a lie, but it was all a logical ruse to score some brownie points from his mother.

"Oh how I would like to meet those friends of yours," Miki sighed out, her chest deflating. "When will the day come when I will be a grandmother, I wonder."

_ 'Oh you'll be a grandmother when I pump a baby inside of you' _Was what Issei was thinking right that moment, his boner magically bursting to life. He hid it well with a nearby magazine, taking a seat right across his mother on the couch.

"Perhaps soon," Issei said. Sona's words from earlier haunted his mind, specifically, her words regarding his Sacred Gear.

He could feel the weight of the marker in his pocket, and an idea struck itself in his mind.

With power, come the need to use it for fun. Or in better terms, with power comes experimentation with said power.

If he was going to use his power to get himself a harem that included the likes of Sona, Rias, Akeno, and perhaps his own mother, he was going to test the limitations of his powers outside of using it to have anal sex with the Student Council President.

"Hey mom," Issei said, bringing out the marker and uncapping it in preparation. "Can I have your arm for a minute, I want to show you a trick I learned from a friend of mine at school."

"A friend?" Miki's eyes sparkled as she heard the magical word come out of his mouth. "Well, sure." She readjusted her way of sitting and extended out her right arm towards him, smiling, without any realization as to what he was going to do next.

His smile widened, almost too wide in fact.

He was going to have fu- he was going to experiment all day long.