Issei's POV
My name is Hyoudou Issei, and I will become the future Harem King!
Let me introduce myself properly. I am a man who loves breasts, and that is an undeniable truth. The soft mounds of beauty attached to a woman are an irreplaceable masterpiece!
One day, I will have a harem filled with women, all blessed with big, glorious breasts. It's not a dream, it's a destiny!
…At least, that's what I want to say.
But, why the hell am I running in the morning like this?! Damn it!
"Nii-chan, pant pant let's rest a bit, okay?"
"Huff Issei, your stamina is terrible. If you keep this up, your dream harem will stay a dream forever. Is that what you want?"
"O-of course not! Who wants to give up? Let's keep going!"
"Hahaha, as expected of my little brother. Alright, let's go!"
The man with black hair and sky-blue eyes in front of me was my older brother, Hyoudou Kamiya.
Unlike me, he gave off a mature and calm aura. He always took responsibility for his actions, and even when I was bullied, he came to my rescue. He's the person I admire most.
At school, he's famous for his good behavior, excellent grades, and to make things worse, he's handsome! Damn it!
If only I were more like my brother, I'd already have girls with big, soft boobs in my arms! Hehehehehe~
"Issei… why does your face look so weird?"
"N-nii-chan, n-nothing! I was just thinking about how much I like muscular men."
"…"
"What's wrong, Nii-chan? Is there something on my face?"
"…No… it's just… I didn't expect you to have that kind of fetish… I-I'll go on ahead, haha-"
Wait, what? What did I just say? I only said I liked muscular men-
Then it hit me.
"NII-CHAAAN! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!! NII-CHAAAANN!!!"
And just like that, our training session went horribly wrong. My body ached all over afterward, but Nii-chan said the pain was only temporary, that one day I wouldn't even feel it.
Still, it hurts like hell! I feel like crying.
But this is for my future harem. This pain won't stop me! Wait for me, Oppai!
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Kamiya's POV
Even though I said I would train Issei to become stronger, I realized I also needed more experience myself.
What use are techniques without real combat experience? They're just empty tricks. But, let's leave that thought aside for now.
I was walking home with Issei when I felt something strange. An uneasy feeling crept up inside me. Empty streets weren't unusual, but this was different.
Something was wrong.
"Issei, go home through the shortcut. You might meet Mom or Dad on the way."
"What's wrong, Nii-chan? Is something happening?"
"I just remembered, I have an appointment with a friend. You go home first."
"Alright. Come back soon, or Mom will be mad."
"I'll remember that."
That uneasy feeling kept getting stronger. The closer I got, the more dangerous it felt. I couldn't explain it clearly, but I knew something was off.
I followed the sense until I turned left near a small alley. The moment I peeked inside, my body froze.
A black-winged creature was there, decapitating a priest and choking a child with its left hand.
The creature's face twisted in pleasure as it laughed.
"You humans are so easy to fool. Just because I pretended to be hurt, you came to help me! HAHAHA!"
My heart pounded violently. I wanted to run, to scream. I was only seven years old, I couldn't possibly fight that thing.
Before I could move, the child being strangled gasped weakly, "Why are you doing this? We only wanted to help you, cough cough."
The fallen angel's grin widened. "You want to know why? You really want to know why?"
He raised the boy higher. "Because I like watching humans suffer. Especially when I'm cutting your worthless flesh! The smell of blood and meat gives me goosebumps, ahhh~~~."
The boy's face turned pale. I could barely breathe. The sight, the sound, everything made my stomach twist.
Then, through trembling lips, the boy said, "Just kill me. God will never forgive you, no matter what you do!"
"God?"
The fallen angel started laughing hysterically. "You said God? What if I told you he's dead?"
"E-eh?"
His smile grew darker, his expression twisted into pure hatred.
"Oh God, please, please, save me~" he mocked in a high-pitched tone, "Hearing that crap makes me SICK! It makes me want to kill you even more! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to run, but my legs were frozen. I was terrified, but deep down, something whispered to me, if I kept running, I'd always be a coward.
Next time, I told myself, I will face it.
Even if God is dead, as long as He lives in our hearts, He's still alive!
The boy shouted desperately, "Even if God is dead, He's still in my heart! As long as He's there, He lives! So just kill me, kill me!"
The fallen angel sighed. "Huff, you're not fun anymore, kid. I liked your crying face better. Guess I'll chop you up like beef now."
Thud.
"Huh? What was that?"
A voice echoed from the shadows.
"Fallen angel, you're nothing but a piece of filthy trash."
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