DxD: Infernal Destroyer

"That's one way to put it… Though, I have to ask. I'm just too curious. How did you develop your scouter ability?" He asked.

"Curiosity, I guess. I have quite a bit of appreciation for the male organ of love and naturally developed the ability after countless days of trial and error." She said to him.

"You must watch a lot of pornography then, I guess?" He asked in a clinical manner. He was practically studying her to see what made her tick and if he could use her to his benefit in some way. "I had to do my research in some way." She shrugged, "It was quite a lengthy process for me to get to where I am right now." She said proudly, her gaze falling to his crotch again before she glanced away. She was weirdly passionate about her ability and was more than willing to talk about it with him.

He ignored her action and said, "Would you mind walking me through the process that you used to get to where you are right now?" He asked.

"Well, when I was first introduced to the wonders of the male organ, I was only of the tender age of 13. As you can assume, it had a big impact on me. For the past few years, I've watched countless videos to determine the correct girth and length of not only an erect one but also a flaccid organ." She said. "There's more to it, isn't there?" He asked.

"Of course. That was all just theory. I had to actually practically apply all of this. I decided to buy a large number of silicone appendages of all shapes and sizes to work with. With a mixture of self-bondage and sensory deprivation, I was able to finally develop this ability to 100% accuracy after countless days of effort. Even now, I don't skip out on practice." She blurted everything out passionately as if she had practically no filter.

'This girl is a pervert through and through…' He thought, 'Though, with the right incentive, I might just be able to turn her focus to a direction where it might benefit me instead…' He thought.

"I'm impressed. How about you show me a personal demonstration of your practice process?" He offered. Suddenly, Aika's confident demeanor shattered as she stuttered, "H-huh?"

"I'm interested in your training process. I want to see how it actually works. At the same time, I could let you take the real deal for a test drive for once." He offered. Hearing his words, Aika's gaze again went to his crotch as her eyes had a momentary dreamy look before going back to normal. She felt as if a devil was whispering in her ears to agree to his offer. And this was an offer that she didn't have the will to refuse either.

"A-are you sure? I haven't ever practiced with a real one ever before…" She stuttered.

"Of course. I want to see the limits of your ability and to see if it can be improved in any way. This is a very important thing." He said with the utmost serious face, inwardly chuckling as he knew that he was planning on training her for a very specific purpose. 'Then again, I am a devil…' He had no morality issues. And seeing her talent, he couldn't let it go to waste. She would be an amazing support character when he participates in Rating games against the big leagues who can actually counter and even match his Power of Destruction with their own unique powers.

"Really?" She had sparkles in her eyes, finally finding someone who would actually take an interest in her passion and even go so far as to help her out. "Of course, we're already at your house. Should we go in?" He asked.

"Huh? When did we get to my house? Weren't we going to go to a cafe to get something to drink?" She asked, "And I never told you my address." She looked at him with increasing suspicion.

"I got it from Shitori-san, the Student Council President, she's a good friend of mine. I was impatient and wanted to understand you quickly…" He said nonchalantly as without giving her any time to process, he pulled her into the apartment building, the door automatically opening for them.

"What's going on?" She was getting increasingly freaked out as she felt her heartbeat rising. "Magic…" He smiled at her as he brought her to the first floor where her apartment was. She lived alone, due to her parents being extremely busy. This was why she could try so many fetishes without any issues.

He reached into her bag and pulled out the key to her apartment before unlocking the door. By the time she came back to her senses, she was already in her room looking at him who was looking around.

"You weren't kidding about being obsessed with dicks, were you?" He commented with distaste. After all, he'd just seen a wall that had a large number of pictures of dicks. With a single glance, he already destroyed her entire collage while also forcefully destroying his own memory of the incident so that he doesn't have to remember that harrowing image.

Before Aika could turn around and overreact about her destroyed collection, she found her glasses being pulled away from her face and a blindfold being put over her eyes, "Let's see the results of your training, shall we…" He whispered while standing behind her as she shivered feeling his warm breath in her ear. "When did you…" She didn't get to complete her question as he put his finger over her lips, "Shush. No speaking unless spoken to." He said. Aika felt herself losing the ability to speak as she shut up and kept quiet. She wasn't able to think about anything as she could only focus on his presence.

His hands trailed over her shoulders as he took off the shoulder cape and threw it to the side. They trailed down the sides of her arms as he grabbed her elbows and pulled them behind her back. "You're such a naughty girl, doing such perverted things when all alone at home." He held her arms in a slightly painful grip and she gasped but didn't say anything, she was a natural submissive and Abaddon's natural devilish charisma was too overbearing for her to even have the tiniest thought of resisting.

Grabbing a coil of rope, he tied her elbows together and then tied her wrists together with another. Aika instinctively struggled slightly in her bonds to test their integrity and after a second of minor struggles, she gave up. Her breaths were heavy as she was utterly aroused by the current situation, helpless as he tied her up within her own home. She almost moaned as she thought about that.

"You're such a naughty girl… You deserve to be punished. Tell me Aika, do you want to be punished?" He asked her. "Please, Morpheus—" Before she could even say anything, she felt a sting on her chest and gasped before taking a short breath. He'd just spanked her modest breast, "You are to address me as sir from now on. Understood?"

"Yes." She said but was greeted by another stinging slap on her chest that made her entire body tremble as she gasped again, "Try again." He said. "Yes, sir…" She said after taking a deep breath.

"That's a good girl." He patted her head. "Tell me, do you want to feel my cock?" He asked her. "Yes, sir. Please, let me worship your huge cock…" She begged him. 'This chick has issues…' He raised his eyebrows up.

"Only if I'm impressed by your performance." He said as his hands lightly trailed over her clothes, reaching her collar. He freed the black ribbon that was stuck under her collar and let it rest on her neck before starting to unbutton her shirt down to her corset. He pulled her shirt open and let it hang over her body. The corset held the lower half of the shirt in place as he grabbed her purple bra and pulled it apart, freeing her breasts of their confines.

They weren't too large, far from being comparable to Akeno or Rias, but the size wasn't really something he cared that much about. There were enough factors that he could drone on about for ages when it came to breasts. Aika's modest ones were perky, and soft and invited him to manhandle them, to leave red marks all over her breasts.

He could already see the outline of a light red handprint on both of her breasts that were there due to the two slaps that he'd given on her tits. As his palms brushed against her erect sensitive nubs, she gasped and released a suppressed moan. She didn't seem to have any intention of refusing any of his actions as she meekly accepted whatever he did.

After playing with her body for a few seconds, he released her and roughly pulled her to a wooden chair with armrests. Her hands that were tied behind her back went behind the backrest of the chair. He took another coil of rope and wrapped it around her waist, attaching her to the backrest of the chair along with her arms. She was visibly squirming but made no move to actually resist.

Looking at her tantalizing breasts that were trembling invitingly, he grabbed more rope and started wrapping it below her breasts, slightly restricting the blood flow and slowly developing a reddish hue on them. He wrapped the rope with the backrest of the chair and fixed her torso to the chair. For good measure, he added another rope above her breasts, trapping them in their prison of restricted blood flow.

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