I'm not a hero, nor a villain

Chapter 1 – Waking up

Another fic with a powerful, Boosted Gear wielder OC that will include multiple crossovers such as, Shinmai Maou no Testament, Fate/Stay Night, Overlord and characters/techniques from other franchises.

My old life was not exciting. It was not an outstanding tale of me forever striving to become the best of the best. It was not a story of one man living his life selflessly. Nope, I was a very selfish person.

I came from an average family with a comfortable and cosy lifestyle. I was an all round average guy myself. Average looks, average smarts, average everything and I had whole load of problems, the main one being I got bored easily. I can't tell you how many times I quit a job simply because I got bored of working there.

Anime and games were my safe haven.

After a long, boring day at work I would always put in a game – Mass Effect, Halo, Call of Duty, etc. – and then play it while having one of the many anime series I have watched repeatedly, playing in the background.

It was a pretty normal, if not sad life I lived so imagine my surprise when I woke up the next day. Not in my twenty-three year old body, but in the body of a baby.

"Oh look, Daichi-kun." Blearily looking around the bright room, my eyes landed on that of a middle aged woman with slightly aged features that would have once formed that of a very beautiful young woman. "Miko-chan he's awake."

The fuck. I know that the '-chan' suffix is usually used for female characters in most anime, so I better not be a girl. No offence to any girls out there, but I ain't got the temperament to deal with going through life once more and also dealing with all the drama that comes with being a girl. I'd much rather go through all the drama that comes with being a boy again because at least I know what to expect.

"I know, he's got your eyes." Oh thank god, I could laugh. Wait, no I actually am. That's weird. "And look, so is Issei-kun, it seems both our boys are awake now." Huh, I'm sure that name sounds familiar.

"Hello, Issei-chan, Miko-chan. Welcome to the Hyoudou family." The woman, my new mother apparently cooed down at us, smiling brightly as my new father smiled at us three. God, this is getting weird.

Wait, Hyoudou.

I tried to crane my neck as much as I could, but failed miserably. The cocoon of cloth that they had wrapped me in pretty much ensured that I was going to be either staring at the back of my eyelids, Daichi – fuck call him dad that is just to weird at the moment – or whatever her names is, don't even know her name just yet because Daichi was being a dick. Don't ask me why he is because I don't have a clue.

"Oh, Miko-chan, do you want to see your twin brother?" The woman cooed down at me and seriously, is this how adults treat babies because no wonder their such whiny little shits. I'm feeling like crying and kicking up a fuss because God damn that is annoying.

But thankfully, the woman did turn me to face the other baby and I finally landed my eyes on my new brother - dont really know what to think about that - but I didn't know what to really expect. It's not like the baby looks anything like Issei Hyoudou from the anime because he's a fucking baby! God I am stupid.

"Miko-chan, this is your brother, Issei Hyoudou." Oh fuck me. I'm in the fucking DxD universe, I don't know whether to laugh hysterically or cry equally hysterically because I'm going to die. Simple as that. Seriously, it may be a Harem anime filled with some of the busiest and beautiful anime girls, but whereas most anime have only two, maybe three God-tier characters, this show has hundreds. Seriously, it caters to every pantheon and therefore, every God and Goddess is a part of this show and that's not including the Satan's and the Dragons.

I am so fucked.

-X- Line Break -X-

After my initial panic attack that resulted in me crying – fucking baby hormones, they're more wild than teenage ones I swear – I fell asleep and awoke in the Hyoudou household. It was kind of plain, nothing like the sweet ass mansion that it pretty much became thanks to Rias.

But, it was home, my new home and it was far better than the one bedroom shithole of an apartment I lived in before.

And really it was then that I really started to think about the new world I lived in. I knew basics of the DxD storyline up to the Kokabiel Arc because then whatever patience I had with Issei just snapped. Don't get me wrong, he's adorable as baby – me more so, obviously – and if he's anything like his older self then I'm going to enjoy watching him get his ass kicked. But to me, Issei was never and should never be a protagonist.

No, Issei for me is much like Jiraiya just nowhere near as powerful. He should have a close relationship with the main protagonist and also be used to help bring some comedic value to the show. Because he sucks ass as a main character, but he does have all the makings of a good side character. Hell, I'll even make sure that he and Asia get together because I actually liked them as a pairing.

So being the good older brother I am – I was born a few minutes before him, so that by default makes me the older brother, you got a problem with that fight me because I guarantee you that once I get older and hit my grow spurt I will kick your motherfucking ass – decided to take his place as the main character and eventually the Harem King.

But with that new goal in mind, came a whole host of problems that I needed to deal with. The main one being that I'm weak as fuck. Seriously, there's literally no way to quantify just how weak I am compared to even the weakest of the supernatural world. Even comparing me to a cat and them to a lion would be grossly underestimating how far the gap between me and them was.

But hey, I may get bored easily but once I get motivated I'm one of the most determined people you can meet and believe me, I did not want to die. Hell, I didn't want Issei to die or get involved in the Supernatural World. I had two younger brothers in my old life and while I may have bullied and beaten the shit out of them when we were kids – it's the job of all older brothers and anyone out there who is an older brother can back me up on that statement – I was fiercely protective of them when someone started on them.

So when I turned five I started getting my parents to sign me up for various martial arts clubs which included, Kendo, Kyūdō, Karate, Judo, Taekwondo, Boxing, Muay Thai, Jujitsu and Aikido. Of course, Issei came along as well, but he quit after his membership had expired for the first month.

Was I an instant badass prodigy that had fan girls running after him constantly? Fuck no, but I had one distinct advantage over other kids my age.

And that was the fact that I was mentally twenty-three allowing me to process and understand things kids my age would never be able to do at this age. This allowed me to progress and grasp things much quicker than most children. In a way, that does make me a prodigy in the eyes of the people who had no clue of how old I actually was.

Not that I was complaining, in anime the prodigies always seemed to be the most badass and also the guys that seemed to attract the most chicks.

I kept up most of the training I did, but only ever went professional with Kendo. After all, I'm not sure if Kuoh has any other martial arts clubs because it was never mentioned and also, Kendo was where Rias's Knight, Kiba would be when not in class or at the Occult Research Club. This would allow me to gain his attention with my skills and by proxy, Rias. This however, was all dependent on the fact that I managed to impress Kiba, which would be easier said than done.

On the bright side, he wouldn't be able to use his entire speed and strength and would be forced to limit himself to only human levels of speed and his skill with a blade to avoid suspicion. This would give me an advantage and the main thing I was aiming to do would be beat him before he decides to cheat.

That wasn't all I had done in the years I had been 'reincarnated' so to speak. I also distinguished myself as a prodigy in not only martial arts, but also academically speaking as well.

The fact that I had already performed most of this curriculum and even gone on to get a University degree in Computer Science meant that I was breezing through the classes of Elementary School.

This resulted in me becoming bored, again. Something that was becoming a serious problem that strangely only ever disappeared in two ways, training my ass into the ground by either conditioning work in a gym or at one of the many Martial Arts Dojo's I was a member of, or by sparring/fighting.

Shit, I just realised I'm turning into a training junkie like Gai and Lee, note this people, if I start screaming about 'YOUTH' you have permission to shoot me. Dear god, what is my life coming to.

I'd much rather be a guy that didn't take enjoyment out of this shit, but I wasn't. At least let me be a battle junkie like Madara because he is the very definition of a badass. Thinking about it, I could grow out my black hair in similar style to his, now that would be cool and just complete the prodigy-badass-handsome-nicest guy you will ever meet persona I'm crafting.

Seriously, how did I go from having to be practically dragged there by my parents – my dad really, seen as though I had made him pay for all these classes and he was making damn sure that I did them – to running to each dojo, with some being more than a couple of miles away simply to get more training done. How, tell me how?!

Meh, it's not like my life is normal anymore. Hell, I'm nothing like the guy I was in my old world.

In this world I'm actually good-looking and not the average, could-blend-away-in-the-crowd-looking guy. At the age of sixteen and going into the recently turned co-ed High School Kuoh, I stood at a respectable height of 5"6 with spiky, wild black hair and equally coal black eyes, narrow jaw and a lean, muscular figure toned from years of training.

So yea, it's safe to say that I'm not really lacking in the fangirl department, which is a new feeling. Can't say I hate the attention nor do I really love it either. I'm indifferent, which really makes me feel like I'm falling into the stereotypical anime prodigy character profile.

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Fuck.

Oh well, no use crying over spilt milk.

So here I was, well me and Issei, who looked like an exact replica of his older self, walking towards Kuoh High clad in our uniform. We were just walking down the street, like a pair of dickheads.

Looking to my left, I could see Issei walking with an extra skip to his step and huge, goofy smile on his face. It attracted more than a few confused glances from people passing by, but I couldn't really find it in me to care. It was funny. Even though I couldn't read minds – just yet – it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going through Issei's mind, especially if you know who he is.

Even at sixteen, Issei had not done himself any favours at our old school as in our final years he had really gone into the deep end of perversion. He was not quite as bad as he was when the Highschool DxD anime started, but he was definitely getting there.

"Do try and be careful, Otouto." Issei's head snapped up to look at me, his eyes narrowed in confusion and annoyance. I allowed a smirk to cross my features at his annoyance of being called 'little brother.' He was dead set on the belief that I wasn't his older brother, but that we were twins, I never failed to pass up on an opportunity to tease him about it.

"I don't know what you mean, Miko-chan." Now that is just plain adorable, his tiny little brain couldn't even come up with a proper insulting nickname for me. I had long since grown out of being embarrassed of my mothers old nickname for me. "I'm always careful."

My smirk widened as his eyes trailed across the forms of the many teenage girls in Kuoh Academy. I couldn't really blame him, they may be fiftee to sixteen, but some were already the textbook definition of 'jail bait.'

"Of course you don't, Otouto." I agreed with him, as we entered the main building room and moved towards our classroom. Both our maths classrooms were on the top floor, but whereas Issei was entering into the Second Year curriculum course by just barely meeting the standards, I had the honour of being tested into the Third Year course. "Try and stay out of trouble if you don't mind, I don't want to have to save you on my first day of school."

"Whatever, pretty boy." He called back and I gave him a short wave over my shoulder and moved down the corridor towards the classroom.

I could see a few girls moving down, some having taken notice of me, stopping, then whispering to one another before breaking out into giggles with a small blush on their cheeks. It was definitely a confidence booster, but it was a little unrealistic in its portrayal of young teenage girls.

I think.

Stopping outside my classroom, I opened the door and stepped inside. I was stuck instantly by the visage of one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had long flowing, dark brown hair, green eyes framed by red glasses with a beauty marks under her left eye. Her outfit that consisted of a green sweater, short skirt and long, brown tights that did nothing to hide her voluptuous figure.

The very definition of a cougar, or a MILF if she had a kid. God I hoped she wasn't married and if the way she took a few moments to trail her own eyes up and down my body then it was safe to say that she was either unhitched or wasn't too afraid in 'experimenting' with other partners, specifically of the younger variety.

Not that I would complain, having sex with one of my teachers was a fantasy of mine, especially when there was a few extremely beautiful women as teachers from old life and this new one. I would definitely be putting effort into getting into this woman's pants.

Now that I think about it, she kind of looked like Chisato Hasegawa from that other Harem Anime, Shinmai Maou no Testament. Just like to point I actually liked this anime because it had a main character that was actually a decent enough guy to watch. Though from what I remember, Chisato was the school nurse and not a math teacher.

"Ah, good morning." I finally managed to find my voice, which was a relief. I'm pretty sure I've already made it very clear I like the way she looks and by her smile that had seemed to grow a little wider, she had noticed. That was good sign, she wasn't against me looking at her with oblivious lust and seemed to enjoy the attention.

I may not be a shameless pervert like Issei, but I was every bit as perverted as him, just much quieter in my appreciation of the female form.

"Good morning, you must be Hyoudou-kun, yes?" She greeted kindly and I nodded my head, her hands clasped behind her back and I didn't know whether it was on purpose or not, but her chest seemed to be jutted forwards just a bit more than usual. "I'm Chisato Hasegawa, your math teacher. Why don't you take a look on the board and find your name before taking your seat."

"Of course, thank you." I dipped my head slightly as a sign of thanks and walked past her towards the board. On the way my eyes flickered around the room to find that it was only partly full, out of around 30, maybe 35 seats, there was just over half that still empty.

It took everything in me not to slip when I finally landed my eyes upon where I was sat. It was in the middle of the room with about seven names belonging to people who had no relevance to the overall story surrounding me however, on my left was the name belonging to a certain redheaded Devil.

Rias Gremory.

'Fuck. Yes.' Now Rias in my opinion is pretty weak compared to most Devils, but really who cares. She's hot and is totally into allowing the love of her life to have a Harem, you may not like her, but I'm not passing up on having a babe like that. That's one thing that really confused me about OC and Self-Insert stories on FanFiction.

It's pretty much an excuse to have every babe you want and fulfil every male fantasy you can have. Why do they focus on solely making sure to be the good guys or completely evil? Why not just go through life getting stronger and doing whatever you want? That's pretty much what Self-Inserts and OC stories are. An excuse to fuck up the storyline into whatever shit show you want it to be. Fuck canon, make life what you want it to be. Follow your own destiny, so to speak.

Me, I've already got plans for the future. These three are very simple on paper, but will be much harder to execute. So in no particular order, my first plan is to get harem of beautiful women that will fulfil every single one of my male fantasies, the next is to become the most powerful being in the world and finally, to discover if other universes exist and how to travel to them.

But I was getting off track, after having looked at where my name was situated on the board, I then moved towards my seat. Making sure to try and avoid looking at the perfect ass of Chisato as she moved past me.

Though this became much easier when my eyes finally landed on Rias Gremory herself. Just like the anime did no justice for Chisato Hasegawa, it was the exact same for Rias Gremory. Long flowing red hair, a beautiful heart shaped face, green-blue eyes and a busty and curvaceous body that put models to shame that was barely hidden by her school uniform. Everything about her was sex appeal at its finest and I found myself struggling to not get onto my knees a worship her.

It was like a whisper in the back of ones mind, the voice of a woman in the throes of passion, whispering into your ear that they will fulfil every single one of your fantasises if you simply look and worship her. So for a young man at the age of fifteen, like me, it was very difficult.

However, while my body was that of a fifteen year old, I had the mind of thirty-nine year old (twenty-three from my old life, plus the sixteen of this life). So, I eventually managed to ignore the whisper, though it was still there like a bug that refused to fly away.

"Hello, Hyoudou-san, I'm Rias Gremory." The redhead goddess greeted, her voice every bit as kind and gentle as the smile on her face. Yet to me, there was something almost sinful about it.

"It's nice to meet you, Gremory-san, but you can call me Mikoto." Her smile widened even more and I felt my cheeks burn. Yep, this was going to be a long fucking year if this is how I'm going to act around her. I need to get a hold of myself and as I have learned in the few years of my life, the meditative art of Kyūdō and beating the ever living shit out of any of my sparring partners was a good way to do that.

"Then please, call me Rias, Mikoto-kun." I allowed my signature smirk to come across my features, the one I had tailored after the various male models who seemed to make the girls turn into blushing messes, mine did the same after I finally managed to get get it down just right. On the inside, I allowed none of my internal cheering and self-congratulations when I saw the hint of a blush on her cheeks. I didn't even care if it was real or faked.

"Of course, Rias-chan." If she was going to go straight to affectionate suffixes, might as well do the same.

-X- Line Break -X-

Rias stared down at the chessboard, the pieces positioned randomly around the board to make victory difficult to achieve. All done so by her Queen, Akeno Himejima. Yet, her hand had not moved to touch even a single piece, not even after a good few minutes of staring in silence.

"Ara, have I finally managed to stump you, Buchou?" Rias turned her head, having finally broken out of her trance as she turned to face her Queen. Akeno was every bit as beautiful, slightly taller, long flowing black hair pulled back into a ponytail and a bust even bigger than her own, something that was a constant source of teasing and jealousy between the two.

"Hardly, Akeno-chan." Rias replied dryly, turning back to face the board and after a few seconds, began moving her own pieces – only a Queen, Knight and a Rook piece against a full peerage – around the board, the enemy pieces responding in kind. It was a little piece of magic gifted to her by her brother, Sirzech Lucifer and she had preprogrammed each of her enemies pieces to respond exactly like her 'fiancé' has done in his past Rating Games. Thus, preparing her to face Riser Phenex. "I was simply thinking."

Akeno moved forwards and gently deposited her tray upon the side of table and poured both herself and Rias a steaming cup of tea. "Ohhh, would this happen to do with one, Hyoudou-kun?"

Rias tensed slightly as she heard the teasing note to Akeno's voice and shook her head. "You know I don't not mean it in such a way, he is human. Hardly worth the time." She dismissed the thought of dating a human, they were weak and powerless. She was a Devil, a being who desired power above all else, why would she lower herself to get romantically involved with a human of all things.

"Of course, Buchou." Akeno's smile turned sinister, a direct contrast to her gentle and almost angelic smile she wore in public. "Perhaps, I will have fun with him in my own time. After all, he is handsome." Rias looked at her Queen with a raised eyebrow. "I wonder what screams he will make should I play with him."

"You and your fetishes." Rias smiled in amusement at her Queen's S&M fetish.

"Like you don't have your own." Akeno shot back in kind and Rias froze when she saw the devilish smile appear. "Cos~play." The black haired Devils voice took an sing-song tone as she drew out that single word and Rias felt herself blush right to her roots.

Shaking her head, she glared at her Queen. "So, I didn't hear you complaining when we altered roles that one time." Akeno covered her mouth with one hand and giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Kukuku." Despite not being able to see the smile on Akeno's face, Rias could see the lust in her eyes. "One of our more daring experiments, no? We had so much fun, me the naughty schoolgirl being punished by the big…bad…headmistress." Akeno purred, slowly moving round and dropping down to straddle Rias's lap.

"Indeed." Rias replied, running her hands up Akeno's smooth thigh and resting her head on top of her marshmallow like bust. Akeno meanwhile, cupped Rias's cheek and leaned down to place a kiss upon her Kings lips before slowly pulling away just as a Teleportation Circle appeared in the centre of the room.

Both turned to look as from it, Koneko stepped out and moved towards the sofa.

"Ah, Koneko-chan." Akeno greeted with a smile, getting off her Kings lap and moving towards the tray and picked up a plate of treats and handed them towards Koneko. "Your back early."

There was nothing but silence from the young girl as she nodded her head, all the while nibbling on her treats.

"Koneko-chan." The young girl liked up to see Rias moving towards her. "What did you find? Does he hold a Sacred Gear?"

"Hai." She replied shortly, her voice devoid of emotion and that seemed to be the end of it and Rias felt a smile cross her features. "Dragon." That sent a ripple of shock through both King and Queen as they stared at one another in shock.

"Mikoto-kun, smells like a Dragon?" Rias asked in shock and she nearly had to grab hold of something when she saw her Rook nod her head in agreement. It took everything Rias had to not fall to the ground in shock as she grasped hold of exactly what this meant. Sacred Gears were rare, Sacred Gears that related to Dragons was like running across Mithril in this day and age. While not impossible, it was more likely to win the jackpot a thousand times in a row than to run across Mithril.

"Buchou?" Akeno whispered in shock, breaking the silence of the room.

"Not now, Akeno." Rias replied, moving towards the door to her bedroom. "I need to be alone to think, but put a Familiar to watch Hyoudou-san and monitor him." Just before she stepped into her bedroom, she turned back around it face Akeno. "Also, get me everything you can on Mikoto-kun."

"Hai, Buchou." Akeno bowed in response before the Gremory heiress disappeared into her room. "Ara, ara, Mikoto-kun you are becoming more interesting by the minute." She whispered, her face staring out the window with an almost crazed look in her eyes. "Perhaps, we shall see who will scream more. You, or me."

-X- Line Break -X-

"Honestly, Mikoto-kun." A female voice exasperatedly spoke up over the sounds of two wooden sticks colliding against one another with great speed and power. "You're going to have to try harder than that."

I smirked underneath my helmet as I stared at my opponent. "Then, allow me to stop disappointing you." We clashed once more, the two of us, our Shinai clashing with even greater speed and force. It became a deadly dance as we moved across the mat, never once landing a hit against on another as we expertly parried and attacked.

In terms of skill and speed we were evenly matched. However, my opponent was slightly taller at a height of 5"9 and therefore had the greater reach. Me on the other hand, while being smaller was much stronger and it showed.

As the fight went on, every time my Shinai clashed against hers, it would send her off-balance slightly. Not loads or an over exaggerated amount, but enough that it gave me enough time to slip a strike through her guard. "Tsuki-bu." I whispered, just loud enough for us both to hear and then she laughed.

"Ara, my loss again it seem, Mikoto-kun." The woman took off her helmet revealing the beautiful face of a young woman aged eighteen with long, flowing purple hair that was tied back as to not impair her ability to see. Despite the fact that her face was drenched in sweat, she was still extremely beautiful.

I chuckled in amusement, taking off my helmet to reveal my equally sweaty face. "It seems that way, Saeko-senpai." I replied, as we both moved off the mat to place our Kendo sticks in the stands. "What's that, one hundred and fifteen to me and…two to you?"

A grunt of pain escape my mouth when Saeko smacked her Kendo stick into my stomach - and really, shes lucky that me spanking her would result in me getting my assk kicked - as a result of my teasing and yes, yes I am talking with the very same Saeko Busujima from Highschool of the Dead. Yep, it was a big shock to me when I faced off against her in the Regional Championships three years ago and ended up losing. Ever since then she moved to my dojo and we started training together and became close friends/rivals.

Now, I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but really whoever brought me to this world has done so with making this the ideal life for a pervert and anime freak like me. Highschool DxD, Highschool of the Dead and as of today, I found out that Shinmai Maou no Testament was also part of this world I'm in. Yea, I'm definitely going to have a harem of beautiful women that will make every guy out there weep with envy.

But that's not the point, if I find the person who brought me to this world, I'm going to shake their hand and thank them profusely.

Looking back at Saeko who had was beginning to remove her armour, I took in her figure. In her sweaty state, parts of her Kendogi clung to her frame and outlined certain assets, which I enjoyed greatly. Hell, the dojo had seen a huge rise in male members ever since Saeko joined and had blossomed into a beautiful young women. Even some of the male teachers couldn't keep their eyes off her.

None tried anything though, Saeko had put a stop to that a long time ago when she savagely beat down three guys who had asked her out a little forcibly. It had sent a message, even more so when the only guy she seemed to associate with besides her grandfather, was myself. And I may or may not have sent my own message that Saeko was off limits. So what, sue me.

"Funny, Mikoto-kun." Saeko replied, I too relieving myself of my armour. "You can joke all you want, but we both know that I am better."

"Ha. In your dreams, Saeko-chan." I replied back as we moved to our separate changing rooms.

After having a quick shower and getting changed into some loose fitting jogging pants and a t-shirt, I slung my kitbag over my shoulder and held my Shinai in one hand before moving out towards the exit. Sharing a quick goodbye with the receptionist and moved to meet Saeko who was waiting outside.

Unlike myself, Saeko dedicated her entire free time to training in Kendo and so when she said she was better than me, she meant it. I spent my time alternating between numerous martial arts and while that experience allowed me to match Saeko in terms of skill and experience, her overall fluidity and control over her body when it came to Kendo far surpassed mine.

"Walk me home?" She asked with a smile that said I would whether I wanted to or not. Not that I would say no, who would pass up on a chance to be seen in public with a beautiful woman like Saeko who as of recently had made her intentions towards me very clear.

That didn't mean I would act on it just yet, I knew Saeko and she loved to test people. Most people who approached her to be friends usually were tested in numerous ways, I myself had undergone similar testing. She liked to test to see if they had sense of discipline and patience. She wanted someone like her, someone who was more than willing to wait a lifetime for the perfect moment to strike.

It was a serious drain on my self-control and patience as she made it very clear on what she wanted, sometimes less subtle than I would have liked. Especially because it made me just want to pin her against the nearest object and fuck her goddamn brains out. But I persevered and waited, after all, good things came to those that waited.

Luckily for me, Saeko's house was on the way to mine, just a few houses down in fact, when we were in Elementary school together it was quite often that me, her and Issei would walk into school together. It was just a shame that she had left Kuoh last year and was perusing a career as a professional Kendo fighter. I would love to have more opprtunities to se her ass sway from side to side in the Kuoh school skirts.

"This is me." We came to a stop outside her house and she turned towards me. "Meet you tomorrow at the dojo."

"Yea, I'm on a winning streak right now." I smirked at her, something she returned and I noticed the flash of crazed madness in her eyes that had appeared in the anime. Not going to lie, it was a bit of turn on, especially the thought of taming someone was as wild as Saeko. "Goodnight, Saeko-chan."

"Goodnight, Mikoto-kun." And as was usually for the past couple of months, she leaned forwards and went to press a kiss to my cheek. Except, her lips were pressed against mine, well pressed was too kind of a word, more like a brush of her lips against mine.

Just as I was beginning to realise what was going on she pulled away and with a smirk, sauntered into her house, her hips moving with a little more sway than usual.

I stood there for a few moments and shook my head before walking down the street with a smirk on my face. "Looks like it's not gonna be much longer now." It was safe to say that I was very much looking forward to the moment Saeko eventually stopped with her testing of me because she was definitely going to receive some form of punishment for giving me blue balls for this long. "Ahh, I can't wait."

A/N: So yeah, a new story that focuses on myself in the DxD world with elements from other franchises. This will be a lemon fic with a serious plot, so expect both in equal amounts and not loads of lemon with some plot, or plot with some lemons. I will aim for equal amounts of both.

Now so far, Mikoto Hyoudou is pretty weak in terms of the DxD universe. He's a skilled fighter having learnt numerous martial arts and so when he becomes a a Devil, he won't be extremely useless. And as for the harem this is it so far:

Rias Gremory.

Akeno Himejima.

Koneko Toujou.

Chisato Hasegawa.

Saeko Busujima.

Now I will be posting a list of the harem at then end of each chapter, but members of the harem will only appear as and when they have been introduced in the story (that means either they made an appearance and interacted with another character, or has been mentioned in conversation). This story can and cannot be taken seriously. The romance element do not take seriously, but the plot and action you can do.

Also eventually, Mikoto will go into different universes such as:

Naruto.

Fairy Tail.

One Piece.

Bleach.

Marvel.

DC.

Possibly more.

So if you want another universe to be incorporated into the story then let me know in a review.