"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Khaos Brigade Headquarters—
"Help… someone, save me…"
"Motohama, Matsuda, Jesus, Mary—anyone, please, just get me out of here!"
Issei Hyoudou's hoarse voice echoed through the darkness. Strapped to a cold metal frame, he looked less like a hero and more like a lab rat—tubes sprouting from every limb, skin pale and drawn, eyes hollow with exhaustion.
He had no idea what cosmic joke had landed him here. One moment, he was lounging at home, minding his own business; the next, some stranger kicked down the door and shot him without a word.
When he woke, he was in this nightmare of a laboratory. The horror that greeted him was beyond words.
A silver-haired freak in a cape—Rizevim Livan Lucifer—leered over him. First, the man tore off every stitch of clothing, not even sparing him a scrap of dignity. Then came the groping, the poking, the perverse "experiments."
Issei fought, cursed, pleaded. None of it mattered.
Rizevim violated his "pure and innocent" body, then chained him to the frame and ran daily tests—bizarre, humiliating, endless. Begging for mercy only made things worse.
Half a month had crawled by, each day stretching into eternity.
I'm a good guy! I fight for world peace! So why does this crap keep happening to me?!
Heaven, Earth—are you both blind?!
Thinking of all he'd lost—his pride, his body, his dignity—Issei couldn't help but shed two bitter tears.
"Kukuku, little oppai, I'm back!"
Cackling, Rizevim flipped on the lights and sauntered in.
That pervert.
"Don't come near me! Stay away!"
"Please, just let me go! I'm begging you!"
"I don't want to be a lab rat! I don't want any more experiments! Please, just let me go!"
Issei's voice cracked as he struggled, tears and snot streaming down his face.
It wasn't that he lacked backbone. He was just terrified of this lunatic.
"Naughty boy. Make another sound, and I'll snip off your little friend."
Rizevim slapped Issei's head and grinned wickedly.
He'd discovered during his tests that Issei was especially protective of his "little friend." Threatening to cut it off was the quickest way to shut him up.
Sure enough, Issei went silent in an instant. He'd lost everything else—if he lost that too, death would be a mercy.
"Good boy. Time to recharge. We've got more experiments today."
Satisfied, Rizevim shoved a baby bottle into Issei's mouth.
Issei sucked at it like a wronged housewife, eyes brimming with misery. Almost immediately, his flat chest began to swell, two enormous oppai blooming like grotesque flowers.
"Oh-ho! Here we go!"
Eyes gleaming, Rizevim grabbed a handful of test tubes and squeezed Issei's new assets, collecting every drop of that pink oppai energy.
Meanwhile, at Tenra's mansion—
Tenra stretched and yawned, shuffling out of his bedroom with Xenovia, Irina, and Aisha trailing behind.
"Nice of you all to finally wake up," Rias said dryly, sipping her tea in the sunlit hall.
It was nearly noon. Tenra grinned sheepishly, while the girls blushed. After last night's chaos at the church—helping Griselda's "transformation"—they'd barely made it home before collapsing from exhaustion.
Maru and Bürent reheated breakfast and brought it out. Hungry, Tenra and the girls dug in, savoring their belated meal.
Afterward, Tenra lounged in the hall, Ophis curled in his lap. Maru approached, bowing politely.
"Lord Tenra, you have visitors."
"Visitors?"
A flicker of surprise, but Tenra nodded. "Show them in."
Moments later, Maru returned, ushering in two nervous figures.
Tenra nearly laughed. His "guests" were none other than Motohama and Matsuda—former members of the infamous Perverted Trio and Issei's old friends.
The mansion's women all shot them looks of disdain before slipping away to their rooms. Only Rias, Akeno, and a few others remained.
First time in such a lavish home, Motohama and Matsuda looked awkward, painfully aware that the girls didn't want them there.
"Motohama, Matsuda—welcome."
"Maru, Bürent, serve our guests some tea."
"Yes, Lord Tenra."
The maids poured hot tea, and the two guests fumbled with their cups.
"Th-thank you…"
No longer clueless, they knew Tenra's status—and felt overwhelmed by it.
"Motohama, Matsuda, what brings you here?" Tenra cut straight to the point.
Motohama and Matsuda exchanged glances, faces grave.
"Tenra-senpai, we have a problem. Issei's gone missing!"
"Issei-kun's disappeared?" Tenra frowned.
Issei lived next door, but Tenra hadn't paid much attention. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen the guy in ages.
"Yeah. He hasn't contacted us for days. When we went to his house, we found out he's been missing for a while. No one knows where he is."
Matsuda nodded.
"I'm sorry to hear it, but shouldn't you call the police?"
"Uncle and Aunt Hyoudou already did. We asked around too. But the cops haven't found a single clue."
"Tenra-senpai, Rias-senpai, we know this is a lot to ask, but we're desperate. If anyone can find Issei, it's you."
"Issei's a hopeless perv—always obsessed with oppai—but he's helped everyone in town. He's our friend. Our partner. So…"
"Please help us!"
Motohama and Matsuda stood and bowed deeply.
Tenra and Rias exchanged glances. For all their flaws, these two still had a sense of loyalty.
"Motohama, Matsuda—tell us everything you know."
No promises, no refusals. Just business.
The two quickly relayed everything. Most of it was useless, but one detail caught Tenra's attention—the day Issei vanished was the same day Cao Cao's group attacked.
That couldn't be coincidence.
"We'll look into it. If we find anything, we'll let you know."
"Thank you, Tenra-senpai! Rias-senpai!"
Motohama and Matsuda bowed again, relief written all over their faces.
After Maru and Bürent saw them out, Tenra turned to Rias.
"Any thoughts?"
Rias's expression darkened. "I'm afraid Issei's been taken by the Khaos Brigade."
"I think so too. But let's have our familiars sweep the town first. If he's not here, we'll know for sure."
Tenra didn't especially care about Issei, but the guy had handed over a Longinus. That earned him a bit of mercy.
As for the outcome—neither Tenra nor Rias bothered to speculate. If Issei turned up in town, great. If not, he was probably in Khaos Brigade's hands.
Maybe they wanted his Sacred Gear. Maybe something else. But if that was the case—
Well. The poor bastard was on his own.
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