Harem Daily Life in High School DxD

Closer...almost there, just a little bit more.

Kuroba cheered himself up.

"uh-huh..."

With a soft moan from Yuma, Kuroba's hand finally got to touch the snow-white skin he had been longing for.

That springy texture, that perfectly sized piece that fits in one hand, that soft moan that belongs only to a young girl...

Ah...this is heaven...

Kuroba squeezed her a little harder, and Yuuma immediately opened her eyes and looked at Kuroba.

Kuroba thought he was doomed, but Yuuma did not stop him. Instead, she took his hand and bypassed his annoying clothes to reach his fair skin.

Yuma took the initiative to end the deep kiss and looked at Kuroba with tender affection.

"Kuroba-kun, you're making me feel really bad right now..."

"Ah, sorry sorry!"

Kuroba immediately withdrew his hand like a coward.

Yuma gave Kuroba a reproachful look, revealing herself completely naked in front of her.

Looking at that slender figure, that raised, snow-white mound, and the crimson pubis on it, Hei Yu couldn't help but swallow hard.

Is that what I meant?

Yuma pressed herself against Kuroba's chest, gently resting on it.

"Kuroba-kun...don't you think I'm frivolous?"

Although Kuroba felt stiff all over because of Yuuma's actions, he immediately reacted when he heard Yuuma's question.

"Of course not... To be honest, you are an angel in my eyes. I fell in love with you at first sight when you appeared in front of me, so how could I possibly think that my angel is frivolous?"

Yuma chuckled softly in Kuroba's arms, then slowly raised her head, looking at Kuroba with incredibly affectionate eyes.

"Kuroba-kun...we can take things to the next level, but you have to promise me you'll treat me well from now on, okay?"

"That's for sure!"

Kuroba felt his blood rushing to his head, and he was willing to agree to anything if he had the chance to hit a home run!

Upon hearing this, Yuuma slowly removed Kuroba's clothes with her slender, soft hands, and then pressed him down onto the bed.

"This is my first time... I'm afraid of the pain, so I want to be on top..."

"Okay...okay."

Kuroba's face was covered in a silly grin.

As Yuuma blushed shyly, Kuroba felt himself enveloped in a warm embrace, and with a muffled groan from Yuuma, they were tightly connected.

"Ugh...it hurts..."

Xi Ma's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, giving her a pitiful and endearing appearance.

A visibly faint crimson stain dripped slowly down his thigh onto the bed sheet.

Ah... Yuuma's first time... Has the goddess finally smiled upon me?

"I'm going to move..."

After a long period of relief, as if she had gotten used to the pain, Yuuma informed Kuroba and then began to exercise on her own.

As she rose and fell, a seductive blush rose on Yuma's face, her small mouth slightly open, and even her breath seemed to carry a pinkish hue, making it alluring.

About ten minutes later, Kuroba felt he was about to come, and he looked at Yuuma, whose face was flushed red.

"Yuuma... I think I'm almost there..."

"I...I'll be almost there too, Kuroba-kun..."

Yuma placed her hands on Kuroba's chest, unconsciously tightening her grip, her eyes shimmering with tears as she looked at him.

"Hey, Kuroba-kun, this is a precious experience for me, so can you grant me a favor in return?"

"what?"

"Could you... just die?!"

Kuroba stared in horror as a pair of enormous, jet-black wings sprouted from the back of Yuuma.

It flapped its wings a few times, and a few black feathers flew up and landed at my feet.

Is this... an angel?

"bass!"

A piercing sound, as if solidified metal, suddenly exploded in Hei Yu's ears. The next instant, his heart was pierced by a jet-black spear.

Am I...dreaming? It hurts...it hurts so much!!!

Kuroba wanted to shout, but the blood loss caused by the punctured heart left him with no strength to utter a sound.

He squinted at Yuma in front of him, stood up with a cold smile, and licked his fingers slightly.

"Hehehe, you're really lucky. You'd be satisfied even if you died for getting my first time, right? I really didn't expect you to be so innocent. It's making me feel a little shy and even a little fluttery..."

Xi Ma's eyes sharpened, and her tenderness turned into indifference.

"Sorry. You're a danger to us, and we have to deal with you as soon as possible. Hate the god who allowed the divine artifact to reside in you."

God... what is that...?

So sleepy... I really want to sleep... Am I going to die?

I'm only a junior in high school!

But at least I'm no longer a lifelong single, so I should be able to die without regrets, right?

Bullshit! I haven't lived enough yet... I don't want to die...

Out of the corner of his eye, Kuroba saw his own bright red blood soaking the entire bed sheet like a stream, mingling with the initial crimson stain, making it particularly glaring...

Before he died, for some reason, countless fragments flashed through Kuroba's mind like a revolving lantern, finally settling on a red-haired beauty.

Every time he saw her at school, her red hair was deeply imprinted in Kuroba's eyes.

Was this a hallucination before I died? Who is this girl, and why is she appearing in my mind?

Kuroba felt increasingly sleepy, and his eyes were already squinting so narrowly that he could barely keep them open.

Or perhaps, the fact that he could hold on for so long was already an incredible feat, considering his heart had been pierced...

"It was you who summoned me..."

On his deathbed, a melodious voice came from somewhere. Then, Kuroba felt a figure appear in front of him. Because he was too sleepy, he didn't see the person's face clearly, but judging from the voice, it should be a beautiful woman.

Damn it... still thinking about these things at a time like this...

"You look like you're about to die. Your injuries... Oh dear, so that person was you... How interesting."

The pleasant voice spoke in words that Kuroba couldn't understand at all. Kuroba wanted to ask her what she was saying, but he couldn't.

"Since that's the case, and you're going to die anyway, let me save your life. From now on, all you have to do is live for me..."

As he finished speaking, Kuroba closed his eyes completely. In that instant, he saw a full head of red hair, fluttering in the wind...

Chapter Three: The Smile of First Encounter

"what...."

You think this is a sexy moan?

No, it was just the scream of an unlucky guy who fell off the bed.

Kuroba jolted awake as if he had just had a terrifying nightmare, then fell off the bed with his buttocks facing upwards due to excessive force.

He's been having the same dream lately, a dream where he's killed by Yuuma.

But he's still alive and well. Was it really just a dream? It feels so real...

"Kuroba, get up now or you'll be late!"

Kuroba's mother's voice came from outside the door, urging Kuroba to get up.

"Yes... I know, I'll be right there..."

Kuroba got up despite feeling sleepy, washed up, ate breakfast, and then went out.

Outside, there was the sunshine that Kuroba loved most, but for some reason, lately whenever Kuroba saw such a dazzling sunrise, he felt weak all over, and the heat on his body made him feel stinging and extremely uncomfortable.

Conversely, at night, Kuroba felt particularly energetic, as if a power he had never possessed before surged within him, making him extremely excited.

One night, Kuroba even tried to sneak out in the middle of the night. He felt lightheaded, as if the night was his domain.

On a whim, he even did a 100-meter sprint, easily outrunning the track and field team; he was so fast he couldn't believe it himself.

But once daytime arrived, that abundant sense of power completely disappeared, a feeling that Kuroba found very strange.

It seems... it all started with that dream, the dream in which Yuuma killed him.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Komao Academy, a private school.

That's the high school Kuroba attended.

Because it was an all-girls school a few years ago and only recently underwent co-educational reforms, the proportion of girls is still significantly higher than that of boys.

Although the proportion of boys increases with the grade level, girls still outnumber boys overall. This results in girls having an overwhelming voice in the school, and even the student council president is a girl.

Despite the school's atmosphere, Kuroba resolutely enrolled in this high school. What was he after? Wasn't it because there were lots of girls here?

To achieve this ambitious goal, Kuroba even passed the notoriously difficult entrance exam, standing out from the numerous other candidates.

It's all thanks to his lustful willpower, isn't it?

Just thinking about being surrounded by girls every day, and the sight of long, white legs filling the PE class, makes Kuroba's mouth water every time he thinks about it.

However, reality is always cruel.

The imagined chaotic scene of rivalry and jealousy over Kuroba never materialized.