Asia Argento, with her golden hair and innocent green eyes, was hurriedly gathering her school supplies from her desk. Her friend, Aika Kiryuu, was already standing at the exit of the classroom, impatiently tapping her foot.
"Asia, hurry up! Next is gym class, the teacher is already waiting!" Aika shouted, adjusting her pink glasses. In slight irritation, since she had to wait for her clumsy friend, who was clearly always absent-minded.
"Yes, Aika-san, I'm on my way!" Asia responded, her voice soft, almost melodic. She hurriedly stuffed her notebooks into her bag, but in her haste, she dropped a few pens.
"Ouch!" she squeaked, bending down to pick them up.
The short and insidious skirt of Kuoh Academy had ridden up, revealing her white panties. Asia, absorbed in collecting the pens, didn't notice how Matsuda and Motohama, who were sitting nearby, were staring at her with lewd grins. Their eyes were shining, and their breathing was heavy, as if they had just run a marathon. The sight was clearly tempting to the minds of teenagers whose hormones were running high.
"Oh, what a view!" Matsuda whispered, wiping imaginary sweat from his forehead. "Asia-chan, you're an angel!"
"Hehe, may this academy bless us!" Motohama chuckled, adjusting his glasses that were about to slip off in his delight.
But their delight didn't last long. A loud smack was heard, and both boys grabbed their heads, howling in anger:
"Ouch, damn it, for what?!" Matsuda barked, rubbing the lump that had formed on his head. Who the hell dared to interrupt them?
"Who dared to interrupt our sacred moment?!" Motohama squealed, looking around for the culprit of their pain.
Aika Kiryuu stood before them, her golden-yellow eyes blazing with righteous anger. In her hand, she clutched the rolled-up notebook that she had just hit them with. Her pigtails swayed slightly from the sudden movement.
"What are you looking at, perverts?" she barked. "Die somewhere in the corner, dirty idiots!"
The girls standing nearby nodded approvingly, throwing disapproving glances at Matsuda and Motohama. Asia, who had finally raised her hands, blinked innocently, not fully understanding what was happening. Matsuda and Motohama, whose teeth were grinding in anger, were not going to give in.
"You're no better yourself, Aika!" Matsuda blurted out, pointing a finger at her. "Fucking pervert! Do you think we don't know what your plans are?!"
"Right! Stop pretending to be an innocent lamb!" Motohama picked up, his glasses flashing menacingly. They clearly knew who Aika was, and they also knew what plans she was making for their beautiful and adored Asia!
Aika made an innocent face, her lips forming a slight smile, and her eyes widened.
"What are you guys talking about? I'm just protecting my friend," she sang, her voice sweet as honey. The girls around her nodded again, completely on her side. Aika was clearly on the side of justice and fairness at this point.
But Matsuda and Motohama noticed how Aika, who had her back to the others, turned to face them. Her smile became sadistic, her eyes narrowed, and a devilish glint flashed in them. She was clearly enjoying their reaction. This was too much for the boys. They were about to explode with accusations again, but then a chill ran down their spines. Aika lowered her head slightly, a shadow fell on her face, and she bared her teeth wide, revealing white teeth.
"I have something interesting," she purred, slowly taking a manga out of her bag. The cover featured… Matsuda and Motohama, depicted in an indecent pose, about to kiss each other.
"WHAT?!" Matsuda roared, his eyes wide with terror, blood spurting from his nose.
"MY EYES! THEY'RE SOOOOING!" Motohama screamed, clutching his face. The glass in his glasses shattered with a dramatic crunch, and he fell to his knees, writhing in pain.
Aika let out a villainous laugh, her voice echoing throughout the classroom.
"Hahaha! Take that, perverts! This is for your dirty thoughts!"
Asia, being a decent and helpful girl, couldn't bear to see them suffer and immediately ran up to them. Her hands glowed with a soft green light.
"I'll help!" She exclaimed, touching their faces. The light enveloped Matsuda and Motohama, healing their pain. The sudden pain made their minds fail, and they lost consciousness and fell to the floor.
Aika, still chuckling, spat to the side.
"You don't have to help those idiots," she muttered, but her gaze softened as she looked at Asia. She walked over and gently stroked her golden hair. "You're too kind, Asia-chan.
Asia, who was focused on healing, did not push her away, but sighed softly. The students who were watching this scene froze in shock, their mouths hanging open at what they saw. Aika, noticing their gazes, rolled her eyes in annoyance and touched her forehead.
"Damn, cleaning up after myself again," she muttered. She snapped her fingers, and the eyes of the schoolgirls around her suddenly dimmed, their minds empty. Aika shuddered, her hand involuntarily touching her buttocks, as if she remembered the phantom pain from Sona's previous punishment.
"Sona will get angry again…"
Her eyes paled slightly, and she quickly began to "clean up" the memories of the witnesses, muttering under her breath about how tiring it was. Asia, having finished her treatment, looked at the unconscious Matsuda and Motohama, and then turned her gaze to Aika, who was now whistling innocently while looking away.
"Aika-san, was it necessary to do that?" Asia asked quietly, her voice full of gentle reproach. She had clearly gone too far with her prank.
Aika flinched and backed away, nervously fiddling with the collar of her uniform, as if it was choking her.
"It's their own fault!" she blurted out, but then went on the offensive, stepping towards Asia. "And anyway, Asia, you're not bad either! You're flashing your panties left and right! If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened!"
Aika decided that the best strategy was to attack, not defend! And that Asia would clearly not be so persistent, and so she decided to attack her without remorse!
Asia gasped, her cheeks flushed, and she backed away like a frightened white rabbit. Aika, on the other hand, was advancing on her like a wolf, her grin growing wider.
"You're setting yourself up, Asia-chan!" she continued, her voice full of sadistic glee. "You have to be careful, or else..."
"Ow!" Aika suddenly screamed, her face contorted in pain. Tsubaki Shinra, the black-haired queen of Sona, appeared from behind, holding Aika by the ear with such force that she almost howled. The rescue had clearly arrived just in time.
"What the hell, Tsubaki-san!" Aika screamed, trying to break free. "It hurts! Let go, I didn't do anything!"
Aika meanwhile was whining, splattering tears and snot all over the place.
Tsubaki only squeezed her ear tighter, her eyes blazing with cold anger. At that moment, Sona Sitri entered the classroom, her glasses flashing and her face showing extreme irritation. She looked around at the scene: the empty eyes of the students, the unconscious Matsuda and Motohama, the trembling Asia, and Aika writhing under Tsubaki's grip.
"What did you do now, Aika?" Sona asked coldly, massaging her temple as if she sensed an impending headache.
Aika, still trying to break free, let out fake tears, her nose turning red and crocodile tears streaming from her eyes.
"Sona-sama, it's not my fault!" She whined, falling to her knees and hugging Sona's legs. "It's all them! They started it! I was just protecting Asia-chan! Don't punish me, I beg you!" I'll do better! I swear I won't erase my memory without asking again! Please don't spank me, I can't take it one more time!
Her snot and tears started to stain Sona's skirt, causing her to wince, her irritation reaching its limit. Tsubaki wasted no time in grabbing Aika by the armpits, pulling her away from Sona. Aika was struggling, her legs dangling in the air, but Tsubaki's grip was iron.
"That's enough, Aika," Sona snapped, her voice icy. "I'm already regretting taking you into my peerage." She turned to Asia, who was still shaking in the corner. "Asia, go to the gym. Sairaorg is already waiting.
Asia, still embarrassed, nodded and muttered softly,
"Y-yes, Sona-san…"
Without waiting for further words, Sona turned around and walked out of the classroom. Tsubaki, giving Aika another stern look, dragged her along like a sack of potatoes. Aika continued to struggle, but her protests became quieter.
Alone, Asia took a deep breath, dusted off her uniform, and adjusted her skirt, still blushing from the recent incident. She gathered her things and walked quickly towards the gym, her heart still pounding from the experience.
***
The gymnasium of Kuoh Academy was filled with the smell of sweat and despair. The boys, all seniors, were dragging their feet, their faces pale, their clothes clinging to their bodies, having long since stopped absorbing the sweat. They were praying to all the gods that this gym class that had turned into pure torture would finally end. Some of them were sneaking envious glances at the girls who were happily playing volleyball on the neighboring field, laughing and encouraging each other.
And the boys?
They had already lost count of how many laps they had run around the gym, not to mention the endless push-ups and squats that seemed to have long since exceeded all reasonable standards.
Sairaorg Bael, their temporary gym teacher, towered over them. His massive figure, muscles that seemed to be carved from stone, and oppressive presence forced everyone to keep their mouths shut. One of the students who dared to mutter a complaint was immediately given a stern look and a promise of "ten more laps and a hundred push-ups." The prospect was so terrifying that everyone continued to run in silence. Sairaorg, standing with his hands on his hips, flexed his impressive pectoral muscles from time to time, urging them on:
"Come on, weaklings! Work hard! Do you want muscles like that?" He laughed loudly, suddenly dropping to the floor and starting to do one-armed push-ups as if it were as easy as breathing.
The boys all thought in unison:
Damn muscle idiot!
But no one dared to say it out loud. They only quickened their pace, dreaming of the end of class.
At that moment, the door to the gym creaked and Asia Argento entered the room. Her golden hair, like sunlight, illuminated the gloomy atmosphere of the hall. The boys froze, their eyes filled with tears of joy. Someone even wiped their cheeks, muttering:
"An angel… A real angel has descended upon us…"
Asia, not noticing their reaction, walked up to Sairaorg and said something quietly. They exchanged a few words, after which Sairaorg loudly clapped his hands, causing everyone to flinch.
"That's it, class is over!" he announced, his voice booming like thunder. "But don't relax! Homework: fifty push-ups and fifty squats every day. Take a video and send it to me. I'll check. Now you're dismissed!"
The hall was filled with relieved sighs. Some of the boys fell to the floor, joyfully shouting:
"The torture is over! We survived!" one shouted, spreading his arms. Clearly still not believing that it was all over.
"Sairaorg-sensei, you are a demon!" another groaned, but his voice was filled with sincere gratitude that the lesson was over.
Sairaorg, already heading for the exit, heard their cries and only chuckled, the corners of his lips slightly lifting. Asia was walking next to him, her green eyes looking at him with slight condemnation. He noticed her gaze and involuntarily shuddered, but then smiled widely.
"What? It's good for them to be in shape," he said, shrugging. "Physical training can save lives in difficult times. You always have to be prepared, Asia.
Asia nodded, her face still innocent, but suddenly a shadow flickered in her eyes. She tilted her head slightly, and her lips curved into a subtle, almost sinister smile.
"I agree, Sairaorg-san. But why do I feel like you're just making fun of them?" she asked, her voice still soft, but with a hint of mockery.
Sairaorg froze, sweat appearing on his forehead. He cleared his throat, trying to save his face.
"You're imagining it," he muttered, looking away. "I'm just... cultivating their fortitude!"
Asia giggled, her smile returning to its innocent form.
"Well, if that's the case, then fine," she replied, but there was still a hint of mockery in her tone.
They headed towards another building, hidden from prying eyes. At the entrance, Sairaorg placed his hand on the wall, causing a magic circle to glow. He poured some devilish energy into it, opening the barrier, and they entered. This was a training hall reserved for devils, where normal students were strictly forbidden from entering. The atmosphere here was different, the air was filled with magic, and the sounds of blows and breathing created a tense rhythm.
In the center of the room, Rias Gremory was doing one-armed push-ups, her scarlet hair plastered to her face with sweat. Her muscles, already showing from her hard training, tensed with every movement. Her face was focused and determined. Hearing footsteps, she pushed herself off the floor, did a few somersaults in the air, and landed next to Sairaorg and Asia with the grace of a panther. Sairaorg couldn't help but notice that her movements had become smoother, and her technique more confident. The progress was obvious.
Rias took a towel out of her magic storage and, wiping the sweat from her face, looked at the two who had entered.
"You're late," she remarked, her voice calm but slightly reproachful.
Sairaorg laughed, rubbing the back of his head.
"Had to wait a while with these weaklings," he replied. "But we're here." Asia nodded in confirmation, her eyes fluttering innocently. Rias chuckled, but her gaze suddenly became mischievous. Without warning, she threw a quick punch at Sairaorg's face. He grabbed her hand without flinching, but Rias immediately turned around and kicked him. Sairaorg blocked that as well, but responded with a sharp kick to his stomach. Rias, anticipating this, spun around in the air, her body enveloped in the scarlet glow of Touka, mixed with the dark crimson light of the Power of Destruction.
She threw a powerful punch, which Sairaorg didn't have time to block and only dodged to the side. His shoulder was slightly burned, and the clothes in the area were smoking. He winced, shaking off the burned area, but his lips curled into an approving smile.
"Not bad, Gremory," he said, his voice full of respect. - You've improved. But you're still far from my level.
Rias, having landed, threw her scarlet hair back and put her hands on her hips, her chest proudly sticking out, and a smug smile appeared on her face.
"We'll see about that, Bael," she replied, her eyes flashing with defiance. She turned around and walked deeper into the hall, leaving Sairaorg and Asia behind. Rias clearly felt her progress and self-confidence from the recent clash.
Asia, still slightly shocked by what she saw, suddenly jumped up to Sairaorg, her hands glowing green.
"Sairaorg-san, you're injured!" She exclaimed, with a little worry in her green eyes, and began to treat his shoulder.
Sairaorg awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. Feeling her sudden concern, he found it pleasant.
"Come on, it's just a scratch," he muttered, but his ears were slightly red.
"No, I can't leave you like this!" Asia said firmly, her voice full of insistence.
Sairaorg smiled sheepishly, trying to hide his awkwardness. Asia, noticing the reddened tips of his ears, giggled softly, her laughter was just as bright and refreshing. Sairaorg coughed, trying to regain his seriousness, but his face still showed slight embarrassment.
At that moment, a familiar voice rang out:
"Ara-ara, what do we have here? Sairaorg-san and Asia-chan are so cute together, fufufu," Akeno sang, appearing from the shadows. Her athletic uniform emphasized her figure, as well as her black hair, which she shook off slightly as she walked. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly looking for a victim for her games.
Asia gasped, her cheeks suddenly flushed.
"Akeno-san, it's not like that!" she exclaimed, waving her hands. "I'm just helping!"
Akeno clearly didn't believe her words, leaning closer, her voice even more playful.
"Oh, Asia-chan, don't make excuses! I can see how cute you two look. Could this be the beginning of a great love? Fufufu!"
Akeno's face turned crimson, and she hid it in her palms. Sairaorg, deciding to intervene, gave Akeno a stern look.
"Enough, Himejima," he said, his voice was firm, but without malice. "Our relationship is none of your business. It's better to take care of yours."
Akeno's face suddenly trembled and her smile was suspended, and she clearly didn't expect such a sudden answer, which clearly hurt her deeply.
"Ara-ara, as you say, Sairaorg-san. I won't disturb you," she answered, but her voice was quieter than usual. Turning around, she walked deeper into the hall, her steps a little less confident.
Asia, still blushing, looked after her.
"It seems Akeno-san is jealous," she said quietly, her voice thoughtful. For some reason, it was at that moment that Asia's insight awakened, which was clearly not typical of the absent-minded and stupid blonde.
Sairaorg raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Jealous?" he asked again, chuckling. "Why is that?"
Asia, looking at Akeno's retreating figure, innocently replied:
"Maybe she fell in love with you, Sairaorg-san?"
Sairaorg suddenly choked on air. His face twisted in surprise for a moment, and he waved his arms vigorously.
"What kind of nonsense are you saying?!" he exclaimed, his voice louder than necessary. "This is ridiculous!"
Asia, still looking at Akeno's back, muttered softly,
"Well, maybe it's for the best if that's the case."
***
A few weeks had passed since Sairaorg Bael and Asia Argento arrived at Kuoh Academy. Their presence had become a part of their daily life: training with Rias and Sona, studying, patrolling the grounds, and eliminating stray devils. Everyday life flowed smoothly, as if nothing could disturb their peaceful days, but apparently fate had its own plans. On this day, Rias and Sona met in the student council office as usual to play a game of chess. It has become something of a tradition, where both try to demonstrate their skills and talk about something.
However, the intense look they exchanged interrupted the game. Something was wrong.
They summoned their peers via magical communication, and soon both teams gathered at the entrance to the academy. Students were already crowded there, whispering and giggling, their gazes focused on two strangers who stood out from the usual bustle of the school. The first was a blond man with a bright, sunny smile, green eyes and an aura that radiated warmth. His light hair and good-natured appearance made the students whisper about a possible relationship with Asia Argento, although this was only a misconception - for Japanese students, European faces often seemed similar.
The second was a gloomy Japanese man with pale gray eyes and black hair, whose detachment and seriousness caused the schoolgirls to sigh lightly and exchange enthusiastic glances. His reserved charisma contrasted with the blond's open energy, creating an odd but attractive duo.
The blond, Dulio Gesualdo, casually chewed a slice of pizza, teasing his companion:
"Come on, Tobio, smile for once! Don't ruin my appetite with your sullen face!" His voice was light, but with obvious mockery. And although they had obviously met a few hours ago, this did not stop Dulio from talking to him as if they had been friends for several years.
Tobio Ikuse, the gloomy guy, only turned away, his brows furrowed even more.
"Leave me alone, Dulio," he muttered, crossing his arms. "I'm not here for your jokes."
They were clearly parodying a certain duet, which was also like the sun and the moon: the only thing missing was angrily shouting each other's names. Ahem.
The crowd of students perked up as Rias and Sona approached the gate, accompanied by their peers. The whispers died down, and all eyes turned to them. Sona adjusted her glasses, her face serious but her eyes wary. Rias propped her chest up on her elbows, her red hair standing out from the rest of the students. Her gaze was firm, almost challenging. Sairaorg and Asia noticed the crowd, but decided to watch from the sidelines.
The blonde, choking on a piece of pizza, coughed and hurriedly patted himself on the back. His comical awkwardness slightly eased the tension, and several students giggled. Dulio, having recovered, rubbed the back of his head and smiled:
"Um, maybe we should talk somewhere quieter?" He glanced around the crowd, hinting at the curious eyes and ears around him. "It's like a circus in here, you know."
Sona rubbed her temples in irritation, clearly feeling that their arrival would bring trouble and that she would have to work harder.
"Follow us," she said shortly, turning around and heading towards the building. Her words were cold and serious, and clearly did not provoke any objections.
Rias hesitated for a moment, but nodded anyway.
"Let's go," she added, her tone a little softer, but no less commanding. She followed Sona, her peerage following her.
Dulio and Tobio exchanged glances. The blond shrugged, smirked, and followed, his hands in his pockets. Tobio, frowning, reluctantly followed, his steps heavy, as if he were carrying a weight of responsibility on his shoulders.
They found themselves in the Occult Science Hall, a dark room filled with magic. Dark curtains, antique furniture, and the faint glow of magic circles on the walls created an air of mystery. Dulio whistled as he looked around.
"What a place! Tobio, you're going to like it here, huh?" he teased, but Tobio only quickened his pace, ignoring him, and took a seat on the couch, keeping a stony expression on his face.
Rias sat in the main chair, her posture regal, but her eyes were studying the guests carefully. Sona settled down next to him, her gaze sharp, beginning to study them. Tsubaki and Kiba took up positions near the entrance, ready for any surprises. Koneko stood by the window, her cat-like eyes watching every movement. Saji stood next to him, nervously clenching his fists. Akeno, with a slight smile, sat behind Rias, and Aika, as always, stood next to Sona, her pink glasses glittering. Gasper, nervously fiddling with the paper bag on his head, took a corner away from everyone. The rest of Sona's peerage stood to the side, maintaining silent readiness.
Dulio, without losing his casualness, plopped down on the sofa and sighed in relief:
"Oh, how nice!" He leaned back, as if he was at home. "Soft, cozy, just like home!"
Tobio, on the other hand, sat with his back straight, his gaze cold and focused. The silence in the room became almost tangible, broken only by the light tapping of Rias's finger on the table. Finally, she spoke, her voice firm:
"Who are you? And why are you here?"
Dulio, his smile still intact, raised his hands in surrender.
"Straight to the point, huh? Fine, I like it when things are fair!"
He stood up, bowed dramatically, and continued.
"Dulio Gesualdo, an exorcist and, shall we say, a big fan of pizza! He has come on a mission from the Church. We are looking for fragments of the Holy Sword Excalibur. Have you heard of such a thing?"
His tone was light, but his eyes were watching the reactions of those around him.
The mention of Excalibur made Kiba tense up. His teeth gritted and his fists clenched. Tsubaki, noticing his reaction, gave him a reassuring look. Kiba took a deep breath and relaxed, but his eyes were still blazing. Dulio, noticing this, narrowed his eyes slightly, but continued to smile.
Tobio, ignoring the awkwardness, spoke next. His voice was low, almost emotionless.
"Tobio Ikuse. I'm here on assignment from the Grigori. A group of fallen angels have gone missing, and I'm here to track them down." He paused, his gray eyes sweeping around the room.
"That's all you need to know.
Silence fell once more. Rias's finger tapping grew louder, her gaze fixed on the guests. Sona closed her eyes, pondering what she had heard. At that moment, the door swung open, and Sairaorg and Asia entered the room. Sairaorg looked around at the gloomy atmosphere, noticing Dulio's strained smile and Tobio's frown. He exhaled, rubbing the back of his head.
"I think we should give them permission," he said, his voice confident but calm. "And if possible, help them. The sooner they sort out their problems, the better for everyone."
Sona opened her eyes, her gaze hardening.
"That makes sense," she agreed. "The sooner they sort out their problems, the sooner they can leave our territory."
Dulio, still holding the pizza, chuckled awkwardly.
"Hey, don't be so rude!" Just a couple of guys doing their job. Plus, I can treat everyone to pizza!" He winked, but his words hung in the air, unanswered.
Tobio, on the other hand, nodded slightly.
"Thank you. We'll try to finish quickly," he said, his tone businesslike.
Rias stopped tapping her finger and opened her mouth to suggest splitting into groups, but her words were cut off by a deafening roar.
The Occult Science building shook, the walls shook, and then a powerful explosion tore through the silence. A cloud of fire shot up, smoke and ash filling the air. The hall was engulfed in flames, and screams and chaos engulfed everything around.