After spending what felt like an eternity fulfilling Death's one-week pent-up frustration, I collapsed onto the bed, completely drained.
Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, and I could barely keep my eyes open. Meanwhile, Death looked more radiant than ever, her skin glowing and her smile serene, as if she'd just come back from the most refreshing vacation of her life.
She stretched languidly, looking entirely too pleased with herself. "That was... delightful," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
I, on the other hand, felt like I had been through a marathon—no, a war. I groaned, trying to muster the energy to sit up, but my body refused to cooperate. "I'm glad... you enjoyed yourself," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Death chuckled softly, a knowing glint in her eyes. "You're quite the trooper, Alex. But enough about our... bonding session. You said you had something to ask me?"
I tried to focus, my mind still a bit hazy from the recent 'exercise.' Taking a deep breath, I finally managed to pull myself together enough to speak. "Yeah, I leveled up recently, and I got a new class called 'The World Fucker.' The description was pretty vague, but it mentioned something about a 30% chance of attracting a yandere. What is that supposed to mean?"
Death's smile widened, and she raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my confusion. "Ah, so you've unlocked that class, have you? It's quite a special one. Not many get to wield it."
I blinked, still not quite understanding. "And what does it do, exactly?"
She sighed, as if she was explaining something to a child. "Alex, the class 'The World Fucker' is specifically tailored for someone with your... unique qualities. It signifies your ability to influence the world around you in profound, often chaotic ways. It's more than just a title—it's a statement about your impact on reality itself."
Yes, Mommy.
I frowned, "And the yandere thing? What's up with that?"
Death smirked, her eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and affection. "Well, it's a reflection of your magnetic personality. You tend to draw people to you—sometimes those with a particularly intense kind of affection. The '30% chance' simply means that your new class might amplify this effect. Yanderes, as they're called, are individuals with obsessive, even dangerous, forms of love. You've already attracted quite a few strong-willed people, haven't you?"
You being one of them.
I sighed, rubbing my temples in frustration. "Great. Just what I needed—more crazy in my life. It's not like things weren't complicated enough already."
Death laughed, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Oh, come now, Alex. You thrive on chaos. It keeps things interesting, doesn't it? Besides, I'm always here to help you manage... or add a little more spice to your life, as needed."
I shot her a glare, though it lacked any real heat. "Yeah, yeah. Just what I need—more complications and obsessive lovers. Thanks for that, Death."
Its not like I dislike Yandere or anything, a matter of fact, I really love them. But the problem is when the said lover activates a world-ending magic to lock me up in the basement, that's when shit hit the fan.
She leaned in, her expression softening. "You know I'm always here for you, my love. And I'll protect you from any yandere or otherwise that might come your way."
I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Somehow, I'm not sure if you're more of a help or a hindrance in that department. But... thanks, Death."
She kissed me lightly on the forehead, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. "Anytime, Alex. Now, why don't you rest for a bit? You look like you could use it."
I nodded, feeling exhaustion finally catching up with me. "Yeah, a nap sounds good right about now."
As I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of chaos this new class would bring. If my life had taught me anything, it was that nothing was ever simple—and that the only constant was change.
•••
While Alex was taking a much-needed nap in Death's realm, Rias and Akeno decided to check on him. After hearing from Sona that Alex had gone to the medical room where Issey and Asia were, they made their way over, curious to see how things were going.
As they reached the medical room, Rias and Akeno shared a knowing glance. As they are going tell him something important.
Rias knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open.
The sight that greeted them was far from what they had expected. The room was a mess.
Bedsheets were tangled and strewn across the floor, and the faint scent of sweat lingered in the air.
Various articles of clothing were scattered around, hinting at what had transpired here.
Rias and Akeno stood in stunned silence, their eyes widening as they took in the scene.
Issey lay sprawled across one of the beds, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. She was still half-covered by a sheet, but it was clear she wasn't wearing much underneath.
Asia sat nearby, her cheeks bright red as she adjusted her disheveled clothing, trying to look composed. Her eyes were downcast, and she seemed too embarrassed to look up.
Akeno let out a small chuckle, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, it looks like we missed quite the party," she said with a teasing tone.
Rias, though still shocked, couldn't help but smile at Akeno's comment. "It appears so," she replied, trying to keep her composure.
But inside she was really jealous.
She stepped further into the room, surveying the aftermath of what was clearly a very passionate encounter. "Did Alex have something to do with this?" she asked, already suspecting the answer.
"Ara, ara, Alex-kun, you really making me jealous." Akeno murmur.
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