Hey, it's Issei, now a devil.
I'm reborn as a Pawn under high-ranking devil Rias Gremory. My devil life? Handing out flyers. At midnight, I bike around, slipping papers with simple magic circles into mailboxes. Tedious work.
But a goal makes it bearable.
The president says devils have ranks. Even reincarnated devils can earn titles. As a low-class devil, with effort, I could beco high-class and have my own servants.
Her words: "Play it right, and you could live a life surrounded by girls." That fired up my pervy heart.
I beca a devil to protect my family, but with a long devil life ahead, I need a goal. Mine? Beco a Harem King! My own harem a lifelong dream! In sixth grade, I wished for one on Tanabata and Christmas. Never ca true. I gave up, even in the other world. But now? The chance is here. I'm not letting it slip!
Plus, high-class devils get privileges, making it easier to protect my family.
For now
"I'll beco the Harem King!"
Fueled by lust, I pedal on.
Ten days into devil life, the president speaks.
"Issei, ti to take on a contract."
"Contract?"
"You've gotten used to flyers. It's ti."
Hell yeah! No more boring flyers! Contracts are a devil's real work. I'll land big ones and climb to high-class devil!
"Go for it, big brother!" Miu cheers.
Oh, Miu joined the Occult Research Club too. The day after my transformation, the president visited my parents, explaining everything my rebirth, the incident, and our family's future. Mom and Dad were shocked but ward to her sincerity, entrusting to her.
That's when Miu asked to join the club, worried about and curious about it. The president welcod her. Now, the club has six mbers: President Rias, Akeno, Kiba, Koneko, , and Miu.
Back to the contract.
"Koneko got a request, but she's busy. Can you handle it, Issei?"
Koneko's substitute? Big responsibility!
"Of course, President!"
"Great. Akeno, prep it."
"Ready," Akeno says. "Stand in the magic circle, Issei-kun."
I step in, heart racing for my first contract. What should I say? "Speak thy desire"? Nah. Hope the client's a hot girl who says, "Grant my wish, and I'm yours!"
As I fantasize, the circle glows brighter.
"Don't be rude to the client," the president warns.
"Good luck!" Miu adds.
"Got it. I'm off!"
The light engulfs , teleporting to the client.
I open my eyes to a tidy room. The client?
"Huh? Where's Koneko-chan?"
A skinny guy with glasses total otaku vibe.
"I'm Issei Hyoudou, servant of Lady Gremory. Koneko's busy, so I'm here instead."
"Change!"
"What!? That's harsh!"
Rejected right away!? Brutal!
"I wanted cute Koneko-chan! Why a guy!?"
Ouch… I'd say the sa in his shoes. But I can't back down!
"I get it, but accept as a cute newbie devil!"
"No way! I'll grab a cross!"
"Don't joke like that!"
"Dead serious!"
This is going nowhere. I need a new angle, or I'm out.
Then, I spot his bookshelf Drag Soball manga, limited editions, and a protagonist figure. Hardcore fan!
"I can shoot a Dragon Wave," I say.
"What!?" His eyes widen.
"No lies, right? Us Drag Soball fans don't take that lightly. I trained Dragon Wave daily in school. Don't underestimate our generation!"
"I know! I practiced behind the school too. Behold— my Dragon Wave!!"
I open the window, strike the pose, channel Renkan Keikikou, and unleash—
"DRAGON WAVEEE!!"
A massive aura blasts skyward.
Take that, hardcore fan!
I turn. The client's crying sobbing hard.
"To see a real Dragon Wave… I'm sorry for doubting you, Devil-kun! I'm moved! Teach !"
He bows, practically groveling. Pre-otherworld would've done the sa. Sothing hot stirs in . I grab his shoulders.
"Of course! Let's train together!"
Thus, I secured my first contract with Morisawa-san. We talked Drag Soball till morning.
The next night, another request.
I step through the magic circle to find… a post-apocalyptic warlord-looking guy. That alone wouldn't faze , but he's dressed as a lovely magical girl.
Sothing's wrong! His physique and outfit are polar opposites! Why a magical girl? Why cat ears? A joke? A penalty?
I ask, "Uh, you're the client? What's the request?"
"Make Mil-tan a magical girl, nyo!"
…
…
…
"Huh?"
Did he say magical girl? And that "nyo"!?
Please be a mistake. One more ti!
"Say that again?"
"Devil-san!"
WHOOSH!
What's this wind pressure!? From his voice alone!? The glass shattered!
"Make Mil-tan a magical girl, nyo!"
No mistake! He looks like a Demon Lord, but wants to be a magical girl!? His aura's stronger than Sirius! Is he human!? Answer , Mil-tan!
"Magical… girl?"
"Yup, nyo!"
"Why?"
I'm dying to know why this warlord wants that.
Mil-tan shows a Milky Spiral DVD, a magical girl ani I know. No way…
"Mil-tan admires Milky, nyo. Trained for magic but got none, nyo. So, I called a devil, nyo."
You're strong enough without magic! Your fists could solve anything!
"First, I'll teach you about Milky, nyo."
That day, I watched every Milky Spiral episode with Mil-tan. It's fun, but a hulking guy radiating intense aura passionately narrating next to ? First ti I regretted becoming a devil.
I taught him energy manipulation, and he signed the contract, liking enough to request again. His paynt? A book loot from fighting an evil army, he said.
The president identified it as an ancient forbidden magic to. The clubroom went wild, but that's another story.
The next day after school:
"Nice work, Issei," the president says. "Two contracts on your first try!"
"Haha, thanks…"
I'm glad for the praise, but I'd prefer normal clients.
"But…" She frowns, deep in thought.
Did I ss up? Maybe the Dragon Wave?
"Did I do sothing wrong?"
"No, but your client feedback is too good."
Feedback? Oh, Morisawa and Mil-tan filled out surveys. Didn't see them, but they're apparently glowing.
She reads them. "First: 'eting him was amazing! Please teach again! Let's talk more!' What'd you teach?"
"Uh, so manga moves…"
"Manga moves? Don't teach humans reckless stuff."
Haha… Just strength training and ditation, so it's fine.
"Next, the magic to guy: 'He listened so earnestly, I was thrilled, nyo. Please again, nyo.' …Nyo?"
"Don't mind the 'nyo.' You'll go crazy if you dwell on it…"
"Okay… I'm curious about this client, but…"
Please don't ask.
"Being too chummy with humans isn't ideal for a devil, but keep it up."
"Yes, President!"
I'll keep landing contracts and aim for high-class devil!
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