DxD: In Hentai World with No Logic

Fuck.

That'd probably be the most suitable term I'd come up with for the emotion whenever a person gets possessed by an intense, insatiable desire to attain power and control… be it physical strength of one's body or political standing within the society...

In my case I'd be leaning more towards the former of the two. I mean that kind of crap was practically mandatory for me to achieve, considering the world and the body I'm now residing in… 

A world with a hidden society where basically Power and strength are all that truly matters if you wish to gain any form of acknowledgment within their social hierarchy or make your voice heard and I can bet your damn ass that there's no way in hell I'd ever accept the role of some lowly fodder if I have the ability to do otherwise!

Needless to say my newfound tenant (well over decade long now), teacher, bestie, parent figure and most of all my partner; has been in full hearted agreement with my determination to gain enough power so I'd get some leverage against the supernatural, so he did everything he could to help me with my goal. 

Anything to increase my chances of survival around here… especially with my foreknowledge of the upcoming events that lie beyond the horizon.

Speaking of which; Say hi Ddraig!

[Who are you even talking to?]

And thus my 13 years long training montage began.

I don't bother you with the details, because let's be real; nobody fucking cares what people do during training montages! 

All you need to know is that time passed, I trained under the tutelage of my aforementioned tenant to the brink of collapsing each day, shit happened and Ta-daa! Saitama 2.0 at your service!

Well Saitama who had been nerfed to hell that is, considering I still can't jump up to the moon and back on a whim nor can I obliterate people out of existence by simply flicking a wrist at them… 

Not just yet at least, despite the level of power at my disposal that has actually been given Y Ddraig Goch's stamp of approval!

[Seriously who are you talking to!?]

Although there was this one tiny little side effect that came to me as a result by the end of it all once I've somewhat reached my minimum goal… 

No, no I didn't lose my hair like Saitama did, if that's what you've been thinking (and I know you did!) and thank God for that, because my mom would've gotten an heart attack if I looked anywhere near like that lolicon baldie who's one of the two retarded friends the canon version of Issei had.

Anyhow, my situation regarding the side effects was a bit more… complicated…

Ugh, what would be the best way to put it….

Well… in layman's terms...

*Slurp~!*

I basically became a chick magnet… And I'm not even joking...

On cue, I momentarily decided to cut off from my monologue to look down towards my lap to meet the spectacled, golden eyes of the perpetrator behind these lewd sound effects.

Aika Kiryuu, my classmate and… kind of a sexfriend of mine... And we're both now more or less skipping classes to have some fun at the empty infirmary… yes, the dirty kind...

In other words… Aika (still fully clothed) is currently giving me a head, while I was seated on the edge of one of the beds with Aika herself kneeled right between my legs, eagerly bobbing her head on my shaft.

*Sluuurp~~!* And damned if she wasn't doing fine job at it~!

I let out a pleasured grunt in response, when I felt her tongue doing magic around the tip of my admittedly impressive sized shaft.

Speak what you wish about the idiot who was the original owner of this body, Issei in fact was quite bloody gifted below the belt region. 

Luckily not one of those AV worthy monstercocks (or dragoncock in my case) that'd also count as a third leg, but it was definitely way above the average. 

That being solid (HA!) eight inches in length and nearly three in diameter. All in all, definitely the kind of tool that gets the work done.

Although the reason for such endowment could easily be just a part of the side effects I've mentioned about earlier… 

More about it will be explained soon I promise, but first I gotta show some appreciation to the girl servicing me with such enthusiasm.

I grinned down at her and gave her head a loving caress. "Good girl, Ai-chan."

It seems my praise got a reaction out of the girl as her eyes were practically sparkling at me, before she went down to town on my cock with further fervor all the while she reached with one of her hands to fondle my nutsack, while her free hand reached down under her skirt and panties to give her lonely mound the stimuli and attention it desperately needed.

Mhm! Oh yeah, a good girl indeed! Damn, gotta love these hentai physics this world seemingly had, for how it allowed Aika to take in my entire length down her throat without any apparent discomfort of choking or pain in her jaw.

Anyhow where were we… ah right, the chick magnet part!

There is actually an interesting story behind all this.

But before I get to the heart of it; allow me to get one thing straight; first of all you must understand that while my physique did go through some major changes such as vast increase in muscle density and strength (which luckily retained the shape of a swimmer instead of a bodybuilder) along with the massive increase in dragonic energy (which is more due to Ddraig's influence, which we'll be returning to shortly), my face however remained the same, Average. If you noticed the capital A back there; then yes, that was intentional.

What you all need to know is that I don't exactly consider myself all that particularly attractive, both in the past and with the current face I wear, and like I said.

I'm practically the mascot of everything average one could find in a male individual's physical appearance (not that I have low esteem or anything just stating facts through personal experience).