#### **Volume 1: The Legendary Pervert's New Beginning**
#### **Chapter 1: Death in Mombasa, Rebirth as the Dragon Emperor**
My name was Brandon Opiyo Okoth. Twenty-eight years old, born and raised in the hot, bustling streets of Mombasa, Kenya. Life wasn't glamorous—working odd jobs, dodging matatus in traffic, grabbing nyama choma on weekends—but damn, I had my escapes. Anime. Manga. Light novels. The ecchi ones were my guilty pleasure. High School DxD? Masterpiece. Issei Hyoudou was my spirit animal—that perverted bastard with his harem dreams and overpowered Boosted Gear. Bikini Warriors? Pure fanservice gold. Scantily clad warrior girls kicking ass (or getting tentacle'd) in bikini armor? Sign me up.
That night, January 13, 2026, I was binge-watching DxD reruns in my small apartment, oppai fantasies running wild. Headed out for late-night chips when it happened. Some shoddy construction site nearby—boom. A whole section of the building collapsed. Bricks, steel, dust. Pain exploded, then nothing.
Blackness.
Then... a voice.
*"Brandon Opiyo Okoth. Your life on Earth ends here. But your desires... your endless thirst for ecchi harems, overpowered glory, and beautiful women... I see them all. As a reward for your pure, unadulterated otaku soul, I grant you reincarnation. You will be reborn as Issei Hyoudou—the Red Dragon Emperor himself—in a fantasy world filled with bikini-clad adventurers. Plus, an extra gift: absolute mind control and manipulation. Bend wills, ignite desires, make them yours. Enjoy, pervert."*
Wait, what? God was an otaku too?
Light flooded in. I gasped awake, bolting upright in a soft bed. My body felt... lighter. Younger. I scrambled to a mirror in the wooden room—inn, maybe?
Staring back: spiky brown hair, sharp eyes, teenage face. Issei Hyoudou's face. But inside? Still Brandon. Memories intact. Mombasa heat, Indian Ocean breeze, anime marathons—all there.
"Holy shit... it worked."
I flexed my left arm. Red gauntlet materialized—Boosted Gear. [Boost!] Power surged.
And the mind powers? I focused on a fly buzzing nearby. *Stop. Fly to the window.* It obeyed instantly. Grinning like a maniac. Overpowered? Hell yes.
This world? Fantasy RPG vibes. Outside the window: medieval town, adventurers in armor, elves, magic shops. But from the goddess's words... bikini warriors everywhere?
Time to explore.
I stepped out into the town square. Guild hall buzzing. Quests on boards: goblin slaying, herb gathering. But the adventurers... damn. Women everywhere in *bikini armor*. Metal scraps barely covering massive breasts, toned asses, long legs. Men too, but the girls? Ecchi paradise.
My perverted soul sang. Inner Brandon: *Habari za asubuhi, harem heaven!*
Heard whispers: a new party of four beauties taking their first big quest. "Bikini Warriors," they called them. Heading to the forest to clear goblins. Legendary potential, but... impractical armor.
Grin widened. Episode 1 vibes. In the original, they got wrecked comically. Not this time.
I followed the rumors to the forest edge. There they were.
First: **Fighter**. Blonde hair cascading down, voluptuous body poured into a tiny red bikini top and bottom with minimal plate armor. Massive breasts bouncing with every step, toned abs glistening, thick thighs and a proud, confident strut. Leader type—sword on hip, exuding warrior pride.
Next: **Paladin**. Airheaded holy knight vibe. Platinum hair, innocent blue eyes, but her body? Sinful. Biggest breasts in the group—straining against a white-gold bikini holy armor, cleavage endless. Curvy hips, plump ass. Hammer weapon, but she looked like she belonged in a harem, not battle.
Then: **Mage**. Cute as hell. Petite but stacked—lavender hair in twin tails, timid expression. Blue bikini mage outfit, big breasts for her size, shapely rear. Staff in hand, blushing already.
Last: **Darkelf**. Alluring archer. Tanned skin, silver hair, sharp ears. Green bikini with leaf accents, bow slung over shoulder. Seductive eyes, perfect hourglass—breasts firm, ass round and perky.
They were arguing cutely.
Fighter: "This armor is perfect! Strong and beautiful!"
Paladin: "But... it feels drafty..."
Mage: "M-monsters might target... exposed parts..."
Darkelf: "Hmph. As long as I look good."
Then—goblins ambushed. Dozens. Green little bastards, spears and clubs.
The girls fought valiantly. Fighter slashing, Paladin healing/bashing, Mage fireballs, Darkelf arrows. But bikini armor? Useless. Hits landed, clothes tore, ecchi chaos. Tentacles from a hidden slime grabbed Paladin's breasts, groping. Goblins pinned Mage, hands on her thighs.
They were losing. Badly.
My cue.
[Boost!] [Explosion!]
Power doubled, tripled. I charged in like a dragon.
"Dragon Shot!"
Massive red energy blast from Boosted Gear vaporized half the goblins. The rest? Panicked.
One leap—I punched through three, bones crunching.
Fighter stared, sword mid-swing. "Who...?"
I smirked, perverted eyes scanning their torn bikinis—nipples peeking, asses exposed. *Jackpot.*
"Name's Issei Hyoudou. Red Dragon Emperor. You girls looked like you needed a real hero."
Darkelf's arrow flew—missed as I dodged effortlessly.
Mage blushed: "Th-thank you..."
Paladin's breasts heaved: "You're so strong!"
But drama—goblin chief emerged. Huge, club raised.
I activated the gift. Mind manipulation. Focused on all four.
*You find me irresistibly attractive. The strongest, sexiest man alive. You want me. Need me. Loyalty absolute. Desires burning.*
Their eyes glazed briefly, then heated.
Fighter dropped to one knee, breasts jiggling. "Issei... you're incredible. Join us? Please?"
Paladin pressed against me, massive oppai squishing my arm. "I... I feel so hot suddenly. Your power... it's making me wet."
Mage fidgeted, thighs rubbing. "M-master Issei..."
Darkelf licked lips. "Take us. All of us."
Action over. Goblins? I mind-controlled the chief—*Kill your own.* Chaos, they self-destructed.
Victory.
We camped in a clearing. Fire crackling. Girls "recovering" in even less armor—torn bikinis barely holding.
Romance ignited—manipulated, but felt real to them.
Fighter straddled my lap first, grinding. "Issei... Brandon inside you? Doesn't matter. You're our king now."
How'd she know? Mind powers leaked thoughts.
Her lips crashed mine. Tongue hungry. Hands ripped my shirt.
Paladin from behind, breasts on my back. "Heal me with your dragon... please."
Explicit heat rose.
I laid Fighter down, bikini top off. Massive breasts spilled—pink nipples hard. Sucked one, hand kneading the other. She moaned loud, arching.
" Fuck me, Issei!"
Mage and Darkelf watched, touching themselves.
Paladin stripped fully—shaved pussy dripping. "My turn..."
Group harem ecstasy.
I took Paladin doggy—thrusting deep, ass rippling with each slam. Breasts swung wildly. She screamed pleasure.
Mage on my face—cute pussy grinding, juices sweet.
Darkelf rode my hand—fingers in her tight elf hole.
Fighter joined—kissing Paladin, lesbian touch adding drama.
Mind manipulation amplified orgasms. They came hard, bodies shaking, squirting.
Then rotation.
Fighter reverse cowgirl—ass bouncing, pussy clenching my cock. Boosted stamina? Endless.
[Boost!] Even during sex—power made me harder, longer.
Darkelf anal—tight, screaming ecstasy.
Mage missionary—timid to wild, legs wrapped.
Paladin titjob—oppai heaven, cum on her face.
Hours. Multiple rounds. Cum inside, on breasts, faces.
They begged. "More, master!" "Breed us!" "Your harem forever!"
Drama: Fighter confessed love first. "I was proud... but you broke me. Made me yours."
Tears of joy. Romance sealed.
As dawn broke, we lay tangled—four bikini beauties curled around me.
Inner thought: *From Mombasa streets to this? Best reincarnation ever.*
But adventure called. Stronger monsters. More girls?
This was just the beginning.
**To be continued...**
(Chapter 2: Dungeon Delving and Deeper Desires – Coming soon if you want more, boss.)