The Final Thoughts of a Horndog

As his thoughts raced to try and catch up the girls clothes exploded from her body.

Her smooth pale flesh was on full display for a moment before it was covered, if barely, by straps of black leather. Two black wings sprouted from her back as she grew in both height and figure. Issei could see the spear of red light which would take his heart. Saw the cruelty in her smile as she stabbed forward. Knew that he wouldn't even have time to scream.

The pain was unimaginable as the jagged spear mangled his heart.

"I was going to give you some happy memories to bring to the grave. Curse your own weakness for handing me such a perfect opportunity. You humans are so pathetic." The Fallen Angel jerked sending out a gush of bright red blood from his chest and laughed. She was already turning to leave as his body slumped back onto the nurses bed.

Issei could barely think through the fog of shock and pain. Yet the crystal clarity of pericognition cut through all. He was going to die. That truth poured like ice water into his burning mind. He was going to die without getting laid. Without ever kissing a girl. Without touching boobs. He wouldn't accept it, couldn't accept it. He could feel the cosmic energy burning through him as, more by reflex and intent then reasoned thought, he reached out to that simple unavoidable truth and twisted.

He was going to live through this!

He was going to be a Harem King!