Today was a beautiful day. The sky was clear, and the clouds drifted lazily.
The sun, as usual, brought light and warmth to this world, while everything went on as it should.
People started their days as usual—heading to work, fulfilling their responsibilities, or perhaps doing nothing at all.
On the streets, students could be seen walking toward school with happy smiles on their faces.
Among them, a boy walked with an indifferent expression. His presence exuded a calm aura, yet at the sa ti, there was a sense of danger about him.
People around him observed him with a mix of confusion and surprise. Whispers followed him wherever he passed, along with a few excited squeals from the girls.
"Hey, who is that guy?"
"Is he a transfer student?"
"Whoa... those long legs..."
"M-more importantly, isn't he really well-built?"
"Is he so kind of model?"
"He's sooo handso~"
"Look, he's looking this way!"
"He smiled at , kyaaa~"
The boys felt overwheld, while the girls blushed repeatedly.
The boy simply gave them a slight smile before stopping at the school entrance. His eyes were focused on sothing else.
[Kuoh Academy]
To think he had never given those words much importance before. Now that his mories had awakened, however, he could feel the weight behind this na.
He stepped through the gates with confidence. Although it had only been a day and a half since the awakening of his mories, thanks to the power he had gained from the other world, he felt no fear.
Demons ant conflict, and the main cast of this world was practically a walking mass of them. But this was also an opportunity to gain power.
Besides, just because he had magic didn't an he knew how to use it. He had no idea how to conceal his magical energy, which was a problem since they could sense it. With no other option, he would have to face things as they ca.
The mont he set foot inside, he noticed countless beings studying him. However, he decided to pretend he hadn't noticed them.
Ahead of him, a girl with short black hair down to her shoulders and glasses that hid her athyst-colored eyes observed him with a mix of surprise and confusion.
Beside her, a woman with long black hair reaching her mid-back, also wearing glasses that concealed her heterochromatic eyes, shared the sa expression.
"You... Who are you?... No, wait... I know you..."
Seeing the clear confusion on the girl's face, Motohama simply smiled playfully before responding with mock indignation.
"Hmm... Has the student council president already forgotten ? Now, how am I supposed to feel about that?"
Sona pursed her lips at Motohama's act. Her small face flushed with anger. She found him incredibly annoying.
"Student, as the president of the student council, I order you to introduce yourself imdiately."
Looking at the angry Sona, Shinji suppressed the urge to laugh at how cute she looked.
"Co on, co on, no need to get so worked up, President. Does the surna Motohama ring a bell?"
Sona's eyes widened at Shinji's words. Taking a closer look at him, she had to admit he had certain faint features that reminded her of that pervert. However, these similarities were so subtle that only a very detail-oriented person would notice them.
By Satan. Just what in existence was happening?! Was it even possible for a person to change this much in just two days?!
Even Tsubaki, standing beside her, was staring with her mouth open.
The people who overheard Shinji's response looked at him in shock. They weren't much different from Sona and Tsubaki at this point.
Smiling internally, Shinji spoke again.
"Now, if you'll excuse , I have to get to class."
This was the reaction he had expected. Even these people, who had seen him up close, couldn't recognize him. He felt that Tsubasa must be soone special if she managed to do so instantly.
Once inside, he could feel a gaze from afar.
Looking to the side, a pair of sapphire-blue eyes, filled with clear confusion, t his. Porcelain-white skin, blood-red hair dancing in the wind—he found her captivating.
Rias Gremory.
A woman whose na only ant trouble in his ears. At the sa ti, another reason to grow stronger. After all, one of his goals was to win the heart of that demonic maiden.
Motohama quickly turned his gaze back to the path ahead. He knew this day would be a headache.
And yet, he looked forward to it.
Upon arriving at the classroom, under the astonished gazes of his classmates, he took his usual seat.
A boy with a shaved head sitting next to him looked at him in confusion, slightly intimidated. Gathering his courage, he spoke.
"Uh, excuse , but that seat is taken..."
Motohama looked at him, puzzled, before smiling playfully.
"What's wrong, Matsuda? Don't recognize ? I guess staying up all night reading doujinshi has affected your vision. Want to borrow my glasses? Not like I need them anymore."
Hearing that tone, Matsuda imdiately realized who was in front of him—his partner-in-cri. The one with whom he had embarked on the ero path.
But how was this possible?
The last ti he had seen him, he had looked like a zombie from staying up all night compiling a catalog of the girls' asurents to sell.
And yet, look at him now.
He looked like a completely different person.
Graceful face, dominant aura, powerful presence.
Was this really still the Motohama he knew?!
The people around him were just as shocked.
Could a pervert really turn into a supermodel overnight?! That kind of thing only happens in dramas, right?
"Impossible..."
"That's... Motohama."
"This is absurd..."
The people around him had dumbfounded expressions.
Motohama smiled at his friend's reaction, as well as at the entire class.
"What happened to you?"
Matsuda asked, visibly curious.
Was he abducted by aliens?!
A doppelganger?!
Did he make a pact with the devil?!
Did he find a sugar mommy?!
Countless theories crossed his mind. But the most important question was...
Where do I sign up for this to happen to too?!
Matsuda also wanted to have a group of girls drooling over him.
"I decided to change. So... things happened..."
That line...
Matsuda understood instantly.
They had known each other for a long ti, so he was aware of Motohama's family issues. When Motohama acted strange, they were usually involved.
Seeing that Matsuda didn't ask any more questions, Motohama smiled. Pervert or not, he was still his best friend.
"Listen, I left you so special editions at our usual hideout. That's my graduation gift. From today on, I'm moving forward."
Matsuda's expression turned serious. This was a matter that required his full attention.
His soul brother was leaving the clan.
Without a doubt, this was a painful mont.
Shinji looked at him condescendingly.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to start avoiding you just because of this. We've been friends for a long ti, after all. Rember? Through thick and thin."
Shinji raised his hand.
Matsuda looked at Shinji's hand. mories flashed through his mind, and his eyes welled up with tears, threatening to fall.
"We'll always have each other's backs."
He said as he shook his hand.
The people in the classroom were completely confused.
Why did these two suddenly look like war heroes saying their goodbyes? What the hell was with this brotherly atmosphere?
This was a classroom.
They were students, not soldiers heading off to battle.
One girl watched the scene unfold with clear annoyance. The reason?
The only boy she knew with skills similar to hers had abandoned the sect.
Not only that. Using her skills, she could tell that a certain part of his body had undergone a change she couldn't ignore.
"Motohama..."
Everyone's attention turned to the girl.
She had brown hair tied into two side ponytails, green eyes, and round pink glasses.
Her na was Aika Kiryuu—the girl who shared the nickna "Perverted Glasses" with Motohama.
"How can I help you, Kiryuu?"
Hearing the way he addressed her, Aika shivered.
Since when had this nerd beco so confident?
"You... tell , how did you do it?"
Shinji tilted his head, not understanding what she ant.
"What do you an?"
Aika was irritated by his response.
Why was he acting like an innocent child?
He was just like her—a pervert.
That was an unerasable stigma.
"I an, how did you change the size of 'that'?"
"Before, you didn't have more than a little snake, but now... it's like you've got a dragon's tail between your legs."
At Aika's comnt, the girls blushed while Matsuda let go of Shinji's hand and looked at him with suspicion.
"Are you sure he's not wearing sothing down there?"
Matsuda asked Kiryuu, his gaze fixed on Shinji's pants.
"I'm sure. I'd know if that were the case. But sohow, 'it' changed... or maybe the right term is that 'it' evolved?"
Matsuda looked at Shinji with a blank expression.
"You... are you really Motohama?"
Shinji didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this situation.
He never imagined his dick would be the thing to give him away.
Luckily, soone entered the room, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Guys, guess what? I have a date this Sunday!"
Everyone thought they had reached their limit for surprises today.
But after hearing Issei shout those words, they started questioning if the sun had risen from the right direction that morning.
Maybe a teor would fall next.
Or perhaps... the world was about to end.
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