DxD: Transfer Student!

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After dinner, as everyone gathered in the living room to relax and chat, Rias approached, clearing her throat.

"Um, I think there's something we need to discuss," she began, a hint of displeasure in her voice.

"It's about the nightly intimacy with Badr!"

Badr: "..."

Where did that come from?

He tilted his head, looking at Rias with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "What's there to discuss...?"

"Just look at Akeno and the others," Rias huffed, clearly annoyed. Badr was currently resting his head on Akeno Himejima's lap, while Koneko Toujou and Asia Argento clung to him like cuddly dolls.

Simply put, there was no room for Rias to get close to Badr.

Akeno giggled. "My, my, it seems Rias arrived too late. Doing homework every night must be tiring..."

Though her tone was lighthearted, Badr detected a hint of mischief.

Was she enjoying this?

Rias wasn't about to back down. "Akeno, I believe I assigned you the task of organizing club affairs. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to be lounging around with Badr before finishing your work?"

"Those tasks can be completed within an hour if I focus. Even as Vice-President, I can't be expected to constantly attend to club matters as they arise." Akeno's smile remained gentle, but her words were sharp.

"Since this concerns the matter of producing heirs, I cannot remain indifferent as I usually am." Xenovia entered the room, boldly removing her sweat-soaked clothes and walking towards Badr, her gaze fixed on Rias.

Rias lips twitched at the sight of the unrestrained Holy Sword user. "What are you doing? Trying to jump the line?"

"I'm just hot," Xenovia replied simply.

Badr glanced at Xenovia. He couldn't deny that the Holy Sword user had a stunning physique. Her skin was smooth, and her muscles, honed by years of training, were firm and toned. Among the four girls, she and Badr had the most… stamina in battle.

Rias expression darkened. "I'll make arrangements for you later. Go take a shower."

"Very well. I hope you'll allocate more mating time for us. After all, the chances of a devil conceiving are rather low."

"...I want more time too! You're not the only one!" Rias clenched her fists, a red aura of demonic energy flaring around her.

Xenovia's bluntness was her greatest weakness.

"In any case, from today onwards, only two people can sleep with Badr each night. No more. Everyone will take turns according to the schedule!" she declared, asserting her authority as their master.

If she didn't establish some rules, these girls would throw all decorum out the window competing for Badr's attention.

"What if Badr wants to rest?" Akeno chimed in sweetly, feigning concern for Badr's well-being.

"Holidays are deferred!" Rias retorted.

Badr: "..."

Deferred holidays? Seriously?

"Well, I don't think one against four would be a problem for me," he offered innocently.

Everyone stared at him and spoke in unison. "No! That would be too distracting for Badr!"

Distracting?

Wasn't that the whole point of a group session?

He pulled Koneko closer. "Koneko's the best. She doesn't get involved in these things."

Koneko looked at him, unimpressed. The petite silver-haired, golden-eyed beauty spoke quietly, "...That's disgusting."

Badr: "..."

In the end, Rias established the schedule. Rias and Akeno would be one pair, and Xenovia and Asia the other...

That night, Badr dedicated himself to attending to the two beautiful women. After a passionate interlude, the three of them drifted off to sleep, content and intertwined…

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The night was dark and windy, perfect weather for a certain kind of activity.

Inside the Royal Hotel, nestled in the heart of the city's most bustling district, a private banquet was underway.

Muted laughter drifted from behind the closed doors. Beyond a quiet corridor, the sounds faded entirely.

Several men in suits stood guard outside.

Their expressions were stern, their bodies imposing. The right sides of their jackets bulged, concealing deadly weapons.

This was a highly trained security team. Their cold eyes hinted at a history of taking lives.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a beautiful woman in a long black evening gown.

She was strikingly tall, with long black hair and captivating crimson eyes. The black gown accentuated her beauty, making her appear both elegant and aloof.

"Who are you?"

The woman's appearance startled the security personnel. "Excuse me, ma'am, this floor is reserved for a private event."

One of the burly men instinctively placed his hand on the pistol concealed beneath his jacket. He eyed the beautiful woman warily and turned to his companion.

"Did anyone order female companionship?"

"...Not that I'm aware of."

Standing before the group, the woman in black gracefully bent down, drawing two long, needle-like golden kunai from her thigh-high boots.

"I heard there was a certain… traitorous scum here," she said, her voice eerily calm. The tips of the golden kunai glinted menacingly.

The security personnel reacted instantly. "Assassin!!"

But in the next second, the woman moved with inhuman speed, blurring past them.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Several muffled sounds followed as the golden kunai pierced the men's throats with deadly precision. They clutched their bleeding necks and collapsed to the floor. Though not instantly dead, they could only gurgle, unable to utter a sound.

The only man who had been further away managed to draw his pistol, his hand shaking.

He stared at the woman in the black dress, the name of a notorious assassin coming to mind. His throat went dry.

"...The Thorn Princess."

…

The banquet doors burst open, revealing a panicked man, his eyes wide with terror.

"It's bad! The Thorn Princess... Argh!"

He barely finished his sentence before a scream escaped his lips. A powerful force propelled him forward, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

A long, needle-like golden kunai protruded from his back, embedded directly in his heart.

The people inside the room froze, several portly, balding middle-aged men gaping in shock. Before they could comprehend what was happening, the bright chandelier above them went dark!

A shadowy figure moved swiftly through the dimly lit room. Wherever it went, kunai flashed, reaping lives…

Within thirty seconds, the once lively banquet fell silent.

Over a dozen bodies lay scattered across the floor, each killed with a single, precise strike. Expressions of terror remained frozen on their faces as their bodies gradually cooled.

The sound of running water echoed from the restroom. The light inside flickered on, revealing the woman in the black dress standing at the sink, washing the blood from her hands.

She seemed distracted.

Yor Briar.

That was the name of the black-haired woman reflected in the mirror.

She was twenty-seven, unmarried, and worked as an ordinary clerk at the city government office.

But she had another, secret profession: assassin. Codename: Thorn Princess.

This legendary figure of the night now faced a very mundane dilemma.

Earlier that day, several female clerks at the city government office had been chatting during their break.

Just as men often talked about women, women's gossip inevitably revolved around men.

Almost all the female clerks in the office were either in relationships or married, except for Yor Briar.

With her striking black hair, crimson eyes, pale skin, and unique aura, Yor's beauty was evident even in her plain office attire. Yet, she had never had a boyfriend and rarely interacted with others.

After all, her true identity was that of an assassin, a phantom of the night who performed the bloodiest of clean-up jobs.

Having been raised in the world of assassins, Yor had no experience with romantic relationships. Even ordinary social interactions were a challenge for her. She was utterly naive and easily deceived in everyday life.

Her unusual behavior naturally attracted the attention and gossip of her female colleagues.

Behind her back, they even jokingly called her a "man-repellent."

Women were easily prone to envy. Even in her simple work clothes and without any makeup, Yor's beauty was undeniable, making her the target of jealousy from some of her colleagues.

Perhaps to tease her, or simply to play a prank and see her flustered, a colleague had invited Yor to a party at her house the next day, specifically requesting that she bring a male companion.

This request had been troubling Yor ever since.

"Oh no, the bloodstains won't come out..." Yor muttered to herself, her expression worried. She then noticed a small cut on her dress, made by a stray dagger. Her anxiety intensified.

"This is bad… It's my only dress."

The thought of attending her colleagues' party tomorrow filled her with dread.

"Someone like me... can't get married," she whispered, gazing at the corpses outside the restroom. "After all, the only housework I'm good at is cleaning…"

Indeed, her "work" also involved cleaning... cleaning up human scum.

Where was she supposed to find a male companion?

"What am I going to do? I'll have to miss the party. And my brother keeps asking... if my lies are exposed, it will affect him too..."

Yor slumped her shoulders in defeat.

If it weren't for the bodies strewn outside the restroom, no one would guess that this woman had just taken over a dozen lives…

Yor's expression became increasingly despondent.

...She just wanted to do her job well.

But her colleagues had a point.

She was twenty-seven years old. Continuing to avoid relationships like before was becoming unsustainable.

People would think she was strange. It might even arouse suspicion, leading to the exposure of her true identity as a spy or, worse, an assassin. 

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