AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm still new to this, and I'm friends with "Varhram." He told me he's quitting writing. I asked why, but it's something personal. Because of that, he gave me this story and told me I could do whatever I wanted with it. He even passed me his original Chapter 1. I'll be keeping most of what he wrote in that chapter, but I'll also be adding some things of my own. Like him, I'm a beginner, so I really hope I can meet your expectations…
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Black… it was the only thing visible to that figure made of various colors. No matter the direction, all that could be seen was the abyss staring back. An abyss so dark that the very concept of darkness lost its meaning — just like direction and perception.
Until, in the midst of that abyss, another figure appeared. It was a humanoid figure resembling a young woman, slightly taller than the average woman, standing at 1 meter and 80 centimeters, with a voluptuous figure. But her body had a radiant white color that made the abyss seem like a cave where someone had turned on an extremely powerful flashlight — enough to blind someone due to the sudden change in light. It was as if she were the very concept of luminosity itself.
'Where… am I?' The figure, who seemed to be falling endlessly into the abyss without ceiling or bottom, asked herself. She only remembered reading the Medaka Box manga and enjoying the romance and development between Medaka and Zenkichi. After finishing, she decided to take a nap — it was around 4 a.m., and she had dedicated just a few hours to sleep.
But… now she was in this place, seemingly falling indefinitely into the abyss. It felt like a fantasy unfolding before her eyes. She couldn't say she wasn't scared — after all, humans fear the unknown, and people fear the dark simply because of what might be hiding within it.
Finally, the light from that humanoid figure reached the one still falling. Was she really falling… or was it just the sensation of falling? She couldn't answer that herself. Until at last, the light reached her "eyes."
"Well, well… what do we have here? A small, insignificant soul that has left the cycle of reincarnation. Well, since this has only happened ten times — including you — we should give you a 'compensation.'" The radiant figure spoke calmly, with a serenity that surpassed human comprehension. It couldn't be described in words or mere writing — like trying to record information about a transcendental being.
'Who are you?' The one "falling" asked, confused and stunned by the words of the radiant figure who spoke so calmly.
"Who I am? Well, that doesn't really matter. What matters is that you will reincarnate randomly into a world, along with the body of the protagonist from the last work you saw. And… you'll receive tickets." As she said this, it looked like she clapped her hands, and a roulette appeared with billions or even trillions of works on it. With a snap of her right fingers, the roulette started spinning.
Minutes passed… or hours… no one knew. The concept of time didn't exist there, so a three-dimensional being's sense of time made absolutely no sense in that place. After some time, the roulette slowed down more and more until it finally stopped at: High School DxD.
The soul panicked. Even though she only knew about it from friends who had read it, she knew this world was extremely dangerous! If you were strong, you'd become a demon's slave, or you'd be killed by Fallen Angels, and the damn Church did nothing about it! There were dragon gods who could crush stars easily, characters who could destroy small planets… The more she thought about it, the more disheartened the soul became.
"Don't get so disheartened. Look on the bright side — your body will at least be equivalent to an Ultimate-class demon. Of course, at best, you'd probably only be superior to Serafall, but… that's considering only raw power. In a fight, you'd get beaten up since Medaka can't surpass the speed of light. But don't worry! That's only because the rules of Medaka Box didn't allow her to do that. Now… you can." The radiant figure gave a small explanation to calm the poor trembling soul — though now she trembled a little less.
'Alright… but what are those tickets?' The soul was now curious about the mention of these tickets. She even tried to stabilize herself and stand — but only became more confused. It wasn't like trying to stabilize yourself in air or water. It was something beyond comprehension.
"Don't even try. You're like a drawing trying to understand the three-dimensional world. Anyway, answering your question — since you weren't exactly the best person in your life, you'll only get 4 tickets. One to modify a skill/power from Medaka's body, and the others are abilities you can choose — one of rank EX, one A, and one D. None of them have offensive power. By the way, a normal person would get 5 tickets, but since you were a complete degenerate with all sorts of weird fetishes, I decided you didn't deserve five, so I subtracted one as compensation." Even though her face couldn't be seen, the radiant figure surely had a malicious smile — maybe even a look of disdain.
'But that's UNFAIR!! YOU CAN'T JUDGE SOMEONE JUST BECAUSE OF THEIR TASTES!!!' The soul screamed, but the radiant figure only seemed to clean her ears, as if hearing a high-pitched noise, and began speaking.
"Fair or not, I am the law. I am the rules. So you have no choice but to accept it quietly. But… as compensation, I'll add one of those peculiar tastes of yours to your new body." The response was calm — the figure didn't really care but had to at least pretend to.
Sighing in total resignation, the soul simply waited as a flow of information on how to use the tickets was transmitted to her mind. Then, mentally wishing for the panel to open, it appeared. There she quickly looked for passive evolution abilities. The good thing was there was a search bar to help — but unfortunately, she found nothing. Well… it made sense. That would have been too broken.
She finally finished choosing her abilities. Several she had thought of weren't there — probably because they were too overpowered. But she was surprised that the Rank A one actually had one like that. Then she modified one of Medaka's body abilities.
Another panel opened in her mind, and she was happy to see everything was there — but what made her even happier was seeing her gender:
[Name: Medaka Kurokami
Gender: Female
Addition: Futanari
Race: Human
『Innate Body Skills』
The End — Rank EX: Different from the original Medaka's The End, which required her to be physically superior to copy someone's ability and was limited to Anomalies. The End now allows the user to learn and perfect any ability or power without restrictions.
Injury Erasure — Rank D: Can erase severe injuries, such as having your heart exploded/destroyed. However, if your head is cut off or the damage is greater than decapitation, you will die. Anything from heart-level damage downward can be erased.
『External Skills』
Presence Concealment — Rank EX: Completely erases your entire existence and merges you with the world.
Instant Understanding — Rank A: Grants instant comprehension of anything, as long as it is seen at least once.
Cleaning — Rank D: Cleans any impurities (stains, dust, odors, etc.), making anything perfectly clean. Even the tiniest impurity will vanish.]
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When her consciousness returned, she found herself in a dark place where light could not reach, but through touch, she could perceive that she was in an extremely claustrophobic place. Until a metallic, emotionless sound echoed in the baby's mind.
[The being "■■■" made the host's consciousness awaken when it was already at 8 months and 51 weeks. At this moment, you are about to be born. Your parents are already at the hospital.]
When the young baby finished registering and absorbing this information, a tremendous pressure for that small body began to force the baby. After several minutes, she finally came out. She could feel the midwife cleaning the little bit of blood on her and handing her into her mother's arms. Initially, her beautiful mother was worried because the baby wasn't crying, but she became relieved upon realizing her baby wasn't dead — but instead was looking at her with curious eyes.
The door to the room immediately opened abruptly, revealing a tall man with brown hair, tanned skin, piercing red eyes, and a well-built physique. He wore something resembling a black suit with a red tie. This combination would have made him an imposing figure — but this impression broke the moment his worried gaze was directed at his wife. Even so, his scarlet eyes somehow remained piercing.
"Dear, let me hold our little princess so you can rest." His voice was deep but carried a caring tone. He slowly extended his arms and held that baby in his embrace. Wrapping his arms around his daughter's small body, he hugged her — the warmth of his embrace was something that child had never felt from a paternal figure.
"Medaka… from today on, you will be Medaka Kurokami. Our daughter — the legitimate heir." His voice, full of tenderness, was so comforting…
When Medaka turned her gaze to look better at her progenitor, she saw a slender woman who, without exaggeration, could be called one of the most beautiful people in the world. Her long purple hair was messy and drenched in sweat. Her skin was white — but not to the point of being considered sickly. One could see the sweat trickling down her body from the excessive effort she had exerted to give birth to her baby. Gradually, her eyelids closed, no longer allowing her lilac eyes to be seen. Her chest rose and fell slowly, showing she was beginning to fall asleep.
Medaka's father slowly began to sway his arms while singing a beautiful melody. His voice was so clear and enchanting that, in just a few seconds, both his wife and his "little treasure" had fallen asleep. He quietly approached his wife and gently placed his daughter beside the sleeping woman.
He then placed his left hand into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. With his right hand, he took a pen and wrote comforting words, writing that if anything was needed, she should just call. He left the place with slow steps. As he put distance between himself and the hospital, he looked back at the building… with a smile.
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Sixteen years had passed since that day. Now, I found myself standing right behind the red brick gates, just one step away from starting my high school life. I am currently a first-year student, sixteen years old. Of course, if I wanted to, I could've skipped several years ahead thanks to my abilities, but I deliberately chose not to. This place was Kuoh Academy.
Right now, I am a slender young woman with very long purple hair that flows all the way down to my waist. I have a fringe that barely brushes over my eyes, and sitting atop my head is a stubborn ahoge that simply refuses to stay down no matter what I do. My bust is quite large—measuring 98 centimeters. My waist measures 59, and my hips 87. In terms of body proportions, there are only two girls in the entire Kuoh Academy who surpass me: Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima.
To tell the truth… these have been the best years of my entire life. I honestly couldn't have asked for anything better than having loving parents—something I never even came close to experiencing in my previous life. As for my "addition"… well, that only developed when I turned fifteen. I won't lie—the overwhelming sensitivity I felt that day nearly made me moan out loud, and I almost ended up drawing my parents' attention. Thank God I managed to hold back. Thankfully, I also learned how to properly conceal my "addition," and thanks to that, I've been able to keep everything hidden without any problems.
When I was seven years old, my parents revealed the truth about the supernatural world to me. With just a single demonstration from them showing me how to suppress my magic down to human levels, I managed to learn it instantly. From that day onward, both my parents started calling me a prodigy. They began to prioritize me far more after realizing my natural talent. Honestly, their attention was… excessive, but not in a bad way—I loved every bit of it.
Since then, I've always worn a seal on the amount of mana flowing through me. Obviously, this seal also limits some of my physical capabilities, but that's fine. I use that as part of my training. You could say that I'm always operating at less than fifteen percent of my full power.
In my past life, I was nothing more than an orphan. When I was seven years old, I was kicked out of the orphanage because there were too many mouths to feed. Naturally, they threw out the youngest and the one they deemed the least necessary, regardless of whether I was talented or not. From that day forward, I lived with no roof, no walls, no food—only the crushing weight of loneliness to keep me company.
I stole to survive. I was beaten countless times for it. There was even a time when I almost got assaulted by a homeless man, who likely had managed to get his hands on some alcohol from a nearby bar and had gotten drunk out of his mind… At least, that's my assumption. But over time, I managed to stand back up—no matter how many times life tried to crush me.
In the meantime, ever since I was a child in this life, I've been fighting against supernatural threats, subjugating stray demons. Of course, up until now, I've never faced anyone classified as a high-class demon. The strongest one I ever fought was a male demon with a monstrous appearance who was considered an upper-mid-class demon. In fact, among mid-class demons, he was one of the strongest.
That fight… I nearly died. And worse… I was this close to being violated. But thanks to my "Wound Erasure" ability, I managed to catch him off guard. I thrust my hand deep into his chest and crushed his heart with my bare fist.
Thinking back on that moment, all I could do was let out a heavy sigh—partly from relief, partly from frustration. My own pride had made me want to fight him head-on, face-to-face. Sure, I'd already defeated several mid-class demons before that without much trouble, but I hadn't expected that his poison ability would make such an absurd difference.
That poison… it paralyzed muscles and disrupted the nervous system. The entire warehouse where the fight happened was saturated with it. I couldn't dodge it no matter what. But ironically, thanks to that near-death experience, I discovered something crucial—that my "Wound Erasure" is capable of purging even poison from my body.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly exhaled the air from my lungs. Then, without hesitation, I took a step forward—finally crossing the gate and entering Kuoh Academy. Almost instantly, I could feel countless gazes locking onto me. I wasn't bothered by it. I was used to this. However… three particular stares were completely different. They were filled with nothing but filthy, perverted intent. I instantly recognized exactly who they belonged to… and honestly, I didn't even bother sparing them a glance. I simply pretended they didn't exist.
As I kept walking further inside the school grounds, I also noticed how many girls were staring at me too. Some were curious, others were admiring… but I could clearly tell there was a lot of attention focused on me. All I could do was sigh softly—in quiet resignation.
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If Medaka had to define the things she studied, it would be "boring." She had only met with Sona a handful of times and had seen Rias just once, through the window of her clubroom that same day. However, Rias hadn't noticed her because she was using her Presence Concealment ability.
Medaka dropped her backpack in the corner of her queen-sized bed, which had a base made of refined white wood.
She sat there, quietly waiting for the "intruder" to enter her room. Since earlier that afternoon, she had intentionally allowed a certain supernatural being to sense her power. It wasn't low enough to go unnoticed, but it wasn't high enough to scare them off—it was just enough to draw them in.
It didn't take long for a tall, slender woman with long navy-blue hair and brown eyes to appear. She wore a brown cropped trench coat with a wide collar, a matching miniskirt, and black high-heeled shoes. The trench coat's top was open around her chest, offering a generous view of her cleavage. A gold necklace adorned her neck, and a white shirt seemed to be underneath her outfit, though it was only visible from certain angles. This was Kalawarna.
"I've been waiting for you, raven," Medaka purred, her voice a velvet blade, sharp yet enticingly smooth. The provocative tease struck a nerve, igniting an immediate spark in Kalawarna's piercing blue eyes.
"You little—" Kalawarna began, her retort laced with indignation, but the words were swallowed as Medaka surged forward. In a swift, commanding motion, the younger woman's lips crashed against hers, silencing the fallen angel's protest. Medaka's left hand tangled in Kalawarna's midnight-blue hair, pulling her down to meet her shorter stature. Kalawarna's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing in their depths as her body froze, caught off guard by the audacity of the move.
Yet, despite the shock, Kalawarna's instincts betrayed her. Her body refused to pull away, instead melting into the kiss with an almost primal hunger. Years of experience as a fallen angel, a creature of both divine grace and sinful desire, surged to the forefront. She deepened the kiss, her tongue expertly wrestling for dominance, a soft mental chuckle echoing in her mind as she sensed Medaka falter. The younger woman, initially bold, now surrendered to the overwhelming tide, her eyes fluttering shut as she let herself be consumed by the moment. Medaka knew Kalawarna wouldn't cross certain boundaries—not yet, at least—thanks to the subtle influence of her "Aphrodisiac Saliva," a gift from her unique ability, Addition. But what she hadn't anticipated was just how fiercely Kalawarna would embrace the fire it ignited.
Emboldened by the intoxicating effects of Medaka's saliva, Kalawarna's restraint began to fray. With a sudden, fluid motion, she lifted Medaka off the ground, her strong hands gripping the younger woman's rear with a possessive firmness. Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of Medaka's skirt, kneading the soft flesh as she pressed their bodies closer. A low, muffled moan escaped Medaka, her lips still locked with Kalawarna's in a fervent dance of tongues. Spurred by the sound, Kalawarna's kiss grew ravenous, her tongue exploring every inch of Medaka's mouth with unrelenting hunger. When they finally parted, a glistening thread of saliva lingered between their lips, shimmering faintly in the dim light.
Seizing the moment, Medaka pivoted, her petite frame surprisingly forceful as she pushed Kalawarna back against the wall. With a swift, almost feral tug, she tore open Kalawarna's brown top, the fabric ripping with a satisfying sound to reveal the fallen angel's full, voluptuous breasts. Their creamy curves bounced slightly, catching the light, and Medaka's gaze darkened with desire. Leaning in, she took Kalawarna's left breast into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nipple with practiced precision. Her left hand teased the other, fingers rolling and pinching lightly, coaxing shivers that rippled through Kalawarna's body. The fallen angel's breath hitched, her composure unraveling under Medaka's skilled touch.
"You're bolder than I expected," Kalawarna murmured, her voice husky and laced with a mix of amusement and arousal. Not one to be outdone, she retaliated, her hands swiftly tearing open the upper half of Medaka's outfit. The fabric gave way easily, exposing Medaka's pert breasts. Kalawarna's fingers found her nipples, teasing them with deliberate, tantalizing strokes. The sudden sensation caught Medaka off guard, her movements faltering as a wave of unfamiliar pleasure coursed through her. For the first time, she felt the intensity of being on the receiving end, her body trembling as she struggled to process the electric sensation.
Sensing Medaka's hesitation, Kalawarna seized control. With a graceful yet commanding motion, she pushed the younger woman onto the plush queen-sized bed, the mattress sinking slightly under their weight. In one fluid movement, she stripped away Medaka's skirt and panties, revealing a striking 21-centimeter-long erection. Kalawarna's breath caught, her eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and hunger. She licked her lips instinctively, a faint flush creeping across her cheeks, but she restrained herself from diving in immediately. Instead, she wrapped her slender fingers around the base of Medaka's shaft, her thumb brushing against the sensitive, pink tip. Slowly, deliberately, she began to stroke—down, up, and down again—her movements precise yet teasing. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, dripping in slow, tantalizing beads.
"Aahh~" Medaka's soft moan filled the air, her body trembling under the unfamiliar sensation of Kalawarna's touch. One of Addition's debuffs heightened her sensitivity, making every gentle caress feel like a spark of lightning. Kalawarna's lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she noticed Medaka's reaction. She tightened her grip slightly, increasing the speed and intensity of her strokes. Medaka's moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips bucking involuntarily as Kalawarna toyed with her.
The fallen angel's eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she leaned closer, her fingers now teasing Medaka's testicles with featherlight touches, rolling them gently as if they were delicate playthings. Medaka's toes curled, her breathing erratic, her body teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Unable to hold back any longer, she cried out, "AHHHHH!~~❤️" Thick, warm streams of semen erupted from her, coating Kalawarna's hand in sticky white fluid. Some droplets splattered across the fallen angel's face and chest, while others arced high, leaving streaks on the ceiling before falling back down in stray beads. Kalawarna's expression remained unfazed, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes as she licked a stray drop from her lips.
But she wasn't done. With a predatory grace, Kalawarna leaned forward, enveloping Medaka's still-throbbing shaft with the soft, warm curves of her breasts. Despite Medaka's impressive size, Kalawarna's movements were confident, her tongue darting out to lick and suck at the sensitive tip while her breasts massaged the base in a slow, rhythmic motion. The lewd, wet sounds of her saliva mingling with Medaka's arousal filled the room, the slick lubrication amplifying the intensity of her double assault.
"Aaaahhhhh!~~" Medaka's moan was softer this time, but her legs trembled uncontrollably, spasms of pleasure wracking her body. The sensation of Kalawarna's warm mouth and the tight, velvety pressure of her breasts—mimicking the snug embrace of a vagina—pushed her to the brink once more.
"So soon? I thought you'd last longer, little human," Kalawarna teased, her voice dripping with playful mockery as she felt Medaka's shaft pulse wildly between her breasts. Sensing another climax approaching, she intensified her efforts, her tongue swirling with expert precision.
Glup! Glup! Glup! Pop!
The sounds were obscene as Kalawarna greedily swallowed every drop of Medaka's release, her breasts squeezing tightly to milk out every last bit. The sweet, slightly salty flavor of Medaka's seed was intoxicating, and Kalawarna savored it, consuming nearly a liter of the thick, creamy nectar. Medaka could only whimper, her body limp and trembling, entirely at the mercy of the fallen angel's relentless ministrations. Their minds were clouded in a haze of lust, the boundaries between dominance and submission blurring.
Satisfied for the moment, Kalawarna climbed atop Medaka, straddling her with a predatory grace. Her sapphire eyes locked onto Medaka's, a playful smirk curling her lips. "Well, it seems you were acting a bit too cocky, weren't you?" she purred, her tone laced with amusement and a hint of challenge. Her fingers wrapped around Medaka's momentarily softened shaft, coaxing it back to its full, unyielding hardness with slow, deliberate strokes. The organ responded eagerly, standing tall like tempered steel.
Kalawarna positioned herself above Medaka's erection, her dripping entrance grazing the sensitive tip. The contact drew a soft moan from Medaka, her body still hypersensitive from the earlier onslaught. Without warning, Kalawarna slammed herself down, the smack of her thighs against Medaka's resonating through the room. Both women moaned in unison, their voices blending into a harmonious symphony of pleasure. Kalawarna's hips began to move, rolling with a fluid, almost hypnotic rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder and more insistent with each thrust.
Medaka, spurred by the mounting pleasure, gripped Kalawarna's hips, her fingers digging into the fallen angel's soft flesh as she matched her pace. Their movements became a dance of raw desire, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge. Kalawarna's moans deepened, her composure fraying as Medaka's size and fervor overwhelmed her senses. The fallen angel's experience, vast as it was, seemed to pale against the sheer intensity of their connection.
As they neared their peak, their movements grew frantic, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. Finally, they climaxed together, Medaka's guttural cry mingling with Kalawarna's breathless moan. Thick, warm streams of seed surged deep into Kalawarna, filling her completely as her inner walls tightened, milking every last drop. Kalawarna's body shuddered, her eyes rolling back as she collapsed onto Medaka, her breath ragged. Medaka's member remained buried inside her, a slow trickle of semen leaking from the small gaps.
Even with her centuries of experience, Kalawarna was undone. Perhaps it was the sheer size of Medaka's endowment, or the intoxicating effects of Addition's lingering debuffs. Whatever the reason, the fallen angel lay unconscious, her body limp against Medaka's, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
Medaka, panting heavily, her purple hair plastered to her sweat-slicked skin, found herself oddly exhilarated by the experience of being both dominated and dominant. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp ding—a notification that pierced the haze of her mind.
[Congratulations! You have met all the requirements to make Kalawarna your subordinate!]
[Y/N]
Exhausted, Medaka mentally clicked "Yes." She gently moved Kalawarna to the side of her bed and slowly withdrew her member from the fallen angel's pussy. As she pulled out her now-flaccid length, a small stream of white semen trickled from Kalawarna's relaxed entrance. Medaka was careful enough to remove herself so delicately that she didn't even disturb Kalawarna's peaceful sleep.
The scent of semen, however, lingered heavily in the room, making Medaka sigh in mild irritation. Using her "Cleaning"magic, she quickly rid the space of all odors and impurities.
Rising from the bed, Medaka cast a spell to hide her "Addition" once again. But as she finished, the system sent another notification:
[Since you've had your first sexual encounter, your "Addition" will no longer disappear. Good luck!]
She could almost imagine the system giving her a thumbs-up, telling her to figure out how to deal with this "monstrosity" herself.
With a resigned sigh, Medaka slipped into her pajamas, climbed back into her bed, and laid down next to Kalawarna. Their bodies rested mere centimeters apart, close but not touching.
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Author's Note: Do you guys prefer long chapters (4,000 words or more) or shorter ones (around 1,000 to 2,000 words)?