Issey
Red—everything is red. Where am I? I was supposed to be celebrating with Buchou after winning the Rating Game. We did it, didn't we?
But now, Buchou is nowhere in sight. Where's Alex? He promised me that if I fought hard, I'd be able to do anything I wish with him. So why am I here instead, drowning in this crimson void?
A voice echoes through the red, cutting through my confusion. It's not coming from around me but from deep within.
[The power you're using now... it's not your true strength.]
The words send a shiver down my spine.
Who said that? Is that you, Sacred Gear? Or is it something else inside of me?
The voice continues, growing clearer, more forceful. It's as if the words are being spoken directly into my soul, originating from my left arm, where the Boosted Gear rests.
[If you remain as you are, you'll never grow stronger than you are now.]
The voice is deep, ancient, and carries a weight that I can't ignore.
I'm frozen, my mind racing.
This is different from anything I've experienced before. It's as if the power inside me is waking up, acknowledging my potential while simultaneously warning me that I'm not there yet.
And I am feeling horny. Damn it. It not the time.
[Yes, it's indeed not the time for that.]
Are you... the Dragon Alex mentioned? Is this new power, this overwhelming surge I felt during the battle, because of you?
[Yes, it's what you desired, what I desired, and what the "White guy" desired. That's why you've entered a new phase.]
Desire? What are you talking about? Only Desire, I have is I want to be fucked by Alex. Feel strong muscular arms.
I am feeling horny.
And the "White guy"—do you mean my rival? Alex once said I'm destined to fight someone, that there's another like me. Is that who you're referring to?
[Yes, the same one. He will appear before you sooner or later. He and I are destined to clash, just as you and he are destined to fight. But before that happens, you must learn to harness my true power.]
The voice is insistent, pushing me to understand. It's not just offering strength; it's demanding that I step up, that I reach for something greater.
Cool.
What are you? Who are you, really?
[I am the Welsh Dragon, Ddraig. I reside within your left arm, Hyoudou Issey.]
Ddraig... The name echoes in my mind.
Alex mentioned it before, but hearing it directly from this voice feels different, more real.
It's like a quest has been issued, a gauntlet thrown down that I have no choice but to pick up.
Damn it, my pussy is wet. Is this because of sacred gear.
[No.]
I should have known, I know that nothing is free in this world. But to think that my price to pay is through pussy.
Ddraig you are more cruel than devil. I need to meet Alex quickly and pay the price.
[I see, Your not in right state of mind, considering it was a exhausting battle I can understand. So let talk some other time.]
Much appreciated.
•••
Koneko blinked sleepily, her mind still clouded with remnants of exhaustion. The events of the Rating Game came flooding back—how she had been overwhelmed, unable to defend against the opponent's powerful attacks. The memory stung, and she felt a mix of frustration and disappointment in herself.
But as her eyes focused, she saw Alex standing beside her, a gentle smile on his face. Despite the situation, his presence was reassuring, grounding her in the moment.
"Did we win?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alex nodded. "Yes, we won. But you lost the bet, Koneko-chan," he added with a slight chuckle. There was no malice in his tone, just a teasing warmth that she had come to associate with him. "And you know what that means, right?"
Koneko's heart sank a little as she remembered the bet. Before the Rating Game, Alex had tried to convince her to tap into her Neko power, the ability that she had always feared and rejected. He believed it could be the key to her growth, both in strength and in overcoming her inner demons. But Koneko had vehemently refused, shutting down the conversation before it could even begin.
Alex, however, wasn't one to give up easily. He had proposed a bet—a simple one: if she could last until the end of the Rating Game without being taken down, she wouldn't have to listen to him about using her Neko power or discussing her sister. But if she didn't, then she would have to hear him out, no arguments.
Koneko had accepted, confident in her abilities. But now, she was faced with the reality of her defeat.
She sighed softly, looking down at her hands. "I couldn't hold out," she admitted quietly. There was a hint of regret in her voice, not just for losing the bet, but for letting herself down.
Alex's expression softened, and he knelt down beside her. "Koneko-chan, you did your best," he said gently. "This isn't about winning or losing. It's about helping you realize your potential, about facing the things you're afraid of."
Koneko bit her lip, her emotions swirling inside her. She didn't want to face her Neko side, didn't want to think about the past or her sister. But she knew Alex wasn't going to push her just for the sake of it. He genuinely cared about her, wanted to help her grow stronger—not just in battle, but within herself.
"You promised," Alex reminded her softly. "You agreed to hear me out."
Koneko nodded slowly, unable to argue. A part of her knew that Alex was right, that perhaps it was time to confront the things she had been running from. But another part of her, the one still wounded from past experiences, was reluctant.
"Okay," she finally whispered. "I'll listen."
Alex smiled, relieved and proud of her for taking this step. "That's all I ask, Koneko-chan."
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