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DxD: 09
🕑 Added 2025-06-26 23:18:01 +0000 UTC09: Murayama
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Hearing her voice, Yusuke's body suddenly went stiff. His face turned pale, like his lungs stopped working. He stopped breathing. A nauseous sensation filled him, and he felt the urge to vomit.
The scenes from his memories came crashing back into him all at once, especially the one where he woke up without any limbs. The moment he realized he'd become a human stick!
After the panic, a deep wave of hatred and anger took over him. He stared at her with wide eyes. Looking at her beautiful face, all he wanted was to plant his foot into it and keep stomping until it turned into an unrecognizable mess! Break her limbs just like she did to him!
Too bad he wasn't a Chinese MC. He didn't have that cold, dense killing intent that could freeze crowds and kill billions with a single glare.
[Emotional instability detected in the host. Initiating calming protocols.]
Soon, a cooling sensation spread through his mind. The burning rage slowly faded, and Yusuke regained his clarity.
"Yu-kun, what's wrong with you? Are you alright?" Murayama waved her hand in front of his face, asking with concern. Although it felt incredibly good to have Yusuke stare at her in a daze, his eyes looked a bit strange. She was worried something might've happened to him.
"Ah, nothing. I just noticed something today and got a little surprised," Yusuke sorted out his emotions and replied with a smile.
"Really? What is it?" Murayama asked curiously.
Yusuke eyed her seriously. He stretched out his hand, pointing a finger at her. "I just noticed that Murayama looks beautiful today." He poked her nose lightly, and his serious look broke into a chuckle.
He did entertain the idea of just kidnapping her, locking her up in some dark place, and slowly turning her into his obedient slave, but that thought was quickly dismissed.
Not to mention, unlike him, Murayama had friends and family who actually cared about her. It was almost impossible to kidnap her without leaving any traces. And even if he somehow pulled it off, that freaky girl would probably die from happiness.
This bitch is so obsessed with him she used to drink his piss after giving him a blowjob like it was some holy golden liquid. If the man she was completely obsessed with ever kidnapped her, it'd be a dream come true. And lord, if he forced himself on her, she'd probably die from overexcitement.
Probably just the thought of him kidnapping her would give her a mental orgasm.
He could only go with a softer approach and tame her slowly.
"Euuuuuhhh!?" Murayama staggered back two steps, her legs wobbling. Her face flushed deep red as heat rushed to her cheeks.
'What just happened? Did Yu-kun... My Yu-kun just called me beautiful?! He called me beautiful! He praised me! Ahhh~! He touched me with his finger! He smiled at me! My Yu-kun is finally noticing me!' Her chest pounded hard, her heart thumping so loudly she thought it might burst.
Her eyes turned into wild red hearts, shining with obsession!
She gripped her skirt tightly, nails digging in, breath coming in short gasps as her mind screamed with joy. 'Does this mean he likes me? No, wait, he loves me, doesn't he?! Yes, yes, he definitely does! Why else would he say something so dangerous, so sweet, so perfect?!'
'Yu-kun, ahn~ I love you, my Yu-kun! I love you, I love you, I love you...'
Watching the girl's intense eyes, her pupils literally shaped like hearts, her body trembling slightly, hands clenched tight on her skirt as if holding back the urge to jump at him like some wild anime and suck his face, kissing him like there was no tomorrow, Yusuke didn't show any surprise. After spending months with this crazy chick, nothing she did could shock him anymore. He communicated with the system, 'Can you show me her submission level right now?'
[Yes!]
In Yusuke's vision, a red-pink gauge appeared on the left side of Murayama's head. It was nearly half-filled, with the number '42' floating above it. He stared at it and said, 'Forty-two is pretty high, right? Is it normal for her submission to be this high?'
[All yanderes will average around 40 in submission. They'll obey most of your orders and demands, unless it triggers their jealousy. Even if you ask them to kill someone, they'll do it without hesitation, just to earn your love.]
'Man, that's sick! But freaking hot too!' Yusuke was both shocked and fascinated. For someone who had never felt loved his whole life, the idea of women being completely devoted to him was insanely attractive. But at the same time, it was terrifying, especially if that devotion meant imprisoning him or chopping off his limbs just to keep him.
Maybe there were even ones who'd kill him just to keep his body.
'By the way, if I get killed this time, will you bring me back to life?' Yusuke asked the system hurriedly, the image of some pink-haired yandere stabbing him flashing through his mind.
[No! I don't have enough energy to rewind time. Besides, it's way more cost-effective to just find another host than to bring you back if you die.]
'Bitch!' Yusuke muttered in his mind.
[You're not even original with your insults. At least try to be entertaining.]
Yusuke ignored the cynical system and turned his attention back to the yandere in front of him. He reached out and patted Murayama's head. "Could it be that you're embarrassed?"
"How cute."
Murayama's eyes widened as she felt his hand on her head, gently caressing her hair. "Cu… cute!? I'm cute!?"
Puff!!
As if her brain overloaded, steam gushed from Murayama's head. Blood began to flow from her nose as she stammered like a broken machine. Her head spun, her body weakened, and her slender legs squeezed and rubbed against each other under her skirt. Her pants grew damp as love juice dripped down her thighs.
'It's so easy, why did I have so many problems dating women before?' Yusuke muttered in his mind as he watched her reaction. He had never dealt with women this smoothly before.
When someone knows the other person loves them no matter what they do, that knowledge makes them subconsciously feel more confident and assertive when dealing with that person.
[Maybe it's because your name makes them feel like you're too good for them.]
'That's low, even for you, system,' he muttered as he kept walking. He glanced over his shoulder and called out, "Let's go, Murayama, we'll be late."
"R-Right!" She blinked rapidly, snapping out of her trance. She hurried after him, still dazed, her footsteps quick and uneven. Drops of unknown liquid dripped onto the concrete as she walked.
She completely forgot to ask him what happened to him this morning.
...
The school was the same. The moment he walked in, he spotted the perverted trio gathered, chatting about hentai. Issei was drooling over boobs, and Motohama was going on about the size of Akane-chan, the porn star they watched together at his place yesterday.
Yusuke ignored them. He didn't have any problem with those guys, but he'd rather not associate himself with them. Everyone had a perverted side, but not everyone wanted to show it.
"Look, it's Aoki-san."
"He looks weird today. How did he suddenly get so fit? His clothes are barely fitting."
"Yeah, last week he was still a skinny guy lost in his clothes."
"Maybe he took steroids?"
"That's impossible. Steroids don't turn people into hunks overnight."
"Really?"
"Yeah, my elder brother likes injecting steroids in his butt. He told me people who take them work even harder because they recover faster and get gains quicker."
"Hmm, he also got taller."
"True!"
"Really, what's his deal? How can someone just transform like this?"
"Maybe a late growth spurt."
The moment he entered, many girls in the class stared at him, not because he was handsome with jade skin and starry eyes, but because his sudden change shocked everyone who knew him.
Yusuke ignored the whispers loud enough to reach his ears. He took his seat and glanced toward the corner of the classroom. As he turned, his eyes met Aika's. They locked eyes for a moment before she blushed, startled, and looked away. But just after, she glanced back at him with a smirk on her face.
'Hey, Aika is one of those special women, right?' Yusuke smiled back at her, then looked away and asked the system.
[Yes, she's indeed one of the women obsessed with you.]
'Two in the same class? Are there a lot of these "special" women?' Yusuke scratched his chin. His unique trait said he attracted a certain type of women, but what type exactly, the system didn't know.
[No, they're really rare. It's almost impossible to run into them. You spent your whole past life without meeting any.]
'Wait, you mean I had this unique trait even in my previous life?' Yusuke nearly jumped from his seat, shocked. This damn unreliable system, why didn't it say that from the start?
[Yes! It's called a unique trait, it's unique to you and will stick with you throughout all your lives.]
'Really, I don't know how to feel about this,' Yusuke sighed, then asked, 'Since Aika is one of those special women, why didn't you give me a quest to conquer her?'
[No other quests will be issued until you complete the tutorial quest.]
'Why?' Yusuke asked.
[Because the tutorial quest is the easiest one. If you can't even clear that, it's unlikely you'll succeed in the others.]
'Somehow, it feels like you're saying I'm too useless to handle two tasks at once,' Yusuke rubbed his chin, thinking.
[Strange... since when did the host get this smart?]
'Bitch!' Yusuke cursed under his breath.
[Cool. Got anything else, or was that the peak of your vocabulary?]
Clack! Clack! Clack!
The sharp sound of high heels cut through Yusuke's conversation with the system. Ahead, near the door, two long legs wrapped in black stockings appeared, followed by a curvy figure stepping into the classroom.
