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"Urk-!" Issei grunts under the weight of the tiny gloved-fist hitting his arms, sending him sliding back several meters across the grass. His dwarfish opponent sped towards him, jumping up high over his head. Lifting her leg up midair for a heavy spin kick, her skirt flew upward to expose the pitch-black spats squeezing her thighs tightly and hiding her immodesty as she descended.
The air rippled with a snap, whipping just barely overhead as the pervert narrowly ducked under the limb. Swiveling around, he weaved his head around one, two, three, four different punches that were too close for comfort. Her pale-white knuckles whipped with the force of her unbridled strength, crackling his ears with small bursts of wind pressure. Feeling that his back was nearing one of the playground systems, he quickly rolled to the side out of the way.
A loud crack rang out as the fist of his lithe sparring partner punched clear through the tiny rock climbing wall meant for kids.
"Koneko!" Issei gasped with shock, looking at her with disbelief as she retracted her fist, leaving a perfect gap behind where one of the rock holds had been. "You gotta be more careful than tha-AYEEE!" He screamed as the girl came barreling towards him, her stoicism having soured into a subtle glare after the accident.
With greater precision and speed, Koneko stepped in close and fired off shots a world-class boxer couldn't replicate. Her stance was perfect as her onslaught increased, pushing Issei back with every attack and yet she hadn't connected once. Either cleanly or clumsily, he squirmed out of her reach every time.
Little did she know, but Issei was spamming his Foresight ability, having grown more experienced with it over the past six days. It had now leveled up to 5, letting him now see five seconds into the future. However, the issue with that is it took a lot of concentration to focus on future projections. The further he looked into the future, the harder it would be to focus on the blurring images.
Gamer's Mind helped him process a bit faster, but he still struggled with using the full limit of the power. That was why he kept the limit at 3 seconds, which was the max limit he could currently see before he lost focus and it became a hindrance.
That alone wouldn't allow him to stand under Koneko's might. Although she likely wasn't going all out, she was trying way harder than she had when they first began in his backyard. It was thanks to his significant growth over the week, gaining several levels and stat boosts from extensive beatdowns and exercises with his loli friend that he could now keep up effectively.
Dodging another punch that brushed against a tuft of his brown hair, Issei began discerning the girl's fighting patterns. Having been boxed up, packed, and shipped at least a hundred times by now, he noticed that she'd done this before. A few times, actually.
Left, right, right, left, middle...
...There!
"Ungh..." Koneko grunted out as his fist formed a connection with her jaw, snapping her head to the side and making her stumble a few feet.
"O-oh, shit!" Issei was immediately filled with immense shame and guilt. He just hit a girl. A cute girl. A girl... who could pick him up and break him in half!
Sweating buckets, the boy shook anxiously as he stared at the small titan, her pure-white hair shadowing over her eyes. She remained frozen where she had stumbled, her head tilted in the same angle she was struck. Grimacing slightly, she spat onto the ground as she turned back with a killing edge in her eyes.
"H-hey, take it easy Koneko... we're just having a friendly spar... right?" Issei laughed anxiously, stepping away from the fuming girl. His hands came up placatingly, but it was too late. She charged him and he was once again on the defensive.
But this time, he wasn't able to keep up with her. The younger, more experienced fighter was ready for all of his slippery tactics and predictions. Within a few seconds, Koneko had managed to corner him and latch onto his left arm. Kicking his legs out from under him, the puny girl proceeded to stretch her legs over his chest and put the arm between her legs in a nasty armbar. Slowly arching back, she put more and more pressure onto the limb until the boy was left whimpering.
"I-I surrender! Halt! Yield!" He cried, tapping out on the dirt and her leg in defeat. He thought she was getting back at him for hitting her and putting him through torturous punishment, but he was quickly proven wrong when she let go.
"Pansy ass way of fighting... You'll never beat anyone if you keep running away." Koneko stood back up and dusted off her skirt. Craning her neck, the tension in her muscles lightly popped in relief. "That was a good punch..."
"I'm sorry!" Issei got onto his knees and slapped his palms together, begging for forgiveness. "I won't do it again!"
"...What are you talking about? You're supposed to be learning how to fight."
"R-right..." He scratched the back of his head, chuckling wryly. "I just don't like hurting you... I thought you would be mad."
"You didn't hurt me," She corrected. "I was surprised that baby Issei finally grew a pair."
"Hey, not cool! My 'pair' is just fine, thanks!" He snapped defiantly, gravely offended by her mockery of his genitalia. "Besides, I've attacked you several times! I may have never succeeded... but I still tried!"
"Trying to bear hug me doesn't count, sicko."
"W-what? It totally counts!"
"No."
The pervert grumbled angrily, crossing his arms in a pout.
"You look stupid. Get up," Koneko commanded, walking a few meters away and getting into a fighting stance. "We're going again."
Upon hearing those words, the exhaustion within his muscles began weighing on him. They had been going at it for over two hours now and the orange light of the sun was beginning to diminish. It was thanks to it being a school night that there weren't any little kids staying out later to play in the average-sized park.
Finding a good location for them to train was harder than expected. The park they were in was usually filled with kids in the afternoon, making it practically impossible to get real training done. They tried all for about two minutes before Issei called it quits after getting laughed at by three kids after Koneko judo flipped him.
The park was clear in the mornings, but they also had school. They could always use hypnosis magic, but that was best used as a last resort. That left them with finding decent time slots where other people were away. Frankly, the park sucked ass for a training spot. There was another solid location to go, but Koneko had explicitly forbade them from going - the forest.
Kuoh town was surrounded by lush greenery all around, making the mid-sized town somewhat seclusive. It was easy to get lost in the wide expanse of the forests, but Issei had lived here long enough to know where not to go. Finding a training spot in there would have been a breeze, but when Koneko informed him that the stray priests and fallen angels currently invading the town were likely using it as a way to avoid devil surveillance, he decided maybe the park wasn't so bad.
As the system user began picking himself, he received a notification.
Quest Complete!
Rewards Received:
2,000 Experience Points
50,000 Yen
Bonus!
1x Rare Gacha Token
Level Up!
Level 14 - Level 15
Another level up. This made Issei's eighth one within the week sparring against his junior. Fighting stronger opponents drastically increased the amount of experience he'd gain facing them alone, but the quest that told him to train with Koneko had given him even more.
The game was mighty generous giving him another bonus. Was he just lucky, or did it intuitively know that he may need it for the upcoming battle? Kind of scary thinking about it like that...
"There you go again..."
"Huh? There I go what?" Issei turned towards the miniature powerhouse.
She paused, studying him blankly. Her lips thinned and her eyebrows gently rumpled. "Staring off into space... You've been doing it a lot."
"H-have I?" Issei questioned, playing ignorant. He still wasn't good at hiding his reactions whenever The Game notified him. Despite others not being able to see his user interface, they could still see him awkwardly stop and gaze at it. He tried turning the accusation around on her, chuckling, "You do it too, you know? See? You're doing it right now..."
"That's different." The white-haired girl rejected, stepping closer. Quickly standing at attention, Issei sweated anxiously as he waited to either be grilled further or get smacked upside the head. Standing a foot in front of him, Koneko placed her hands on her hips, her small head turning upwards to stare him in the eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Err..." He didn't really understand. Did she think he was sick or something? "I'm not sure what you mean..."
"You've been gloomy for awhile now. That's not normal."
"Really? I'm not sad or anything," Issei answered honestly. He was actually surprised to hear that. "Wait, you think I'm normal?"
"No. That's not what I meant." She couldn't help sighing at his idiocy. Clarifying herself, she questioned, "Are you still worried about those bird brains? I already told you I have you're back. We're contracted, remember?"
Twisted guilt sunk into his core. That was true, but little did she know that he planned on taking on those 'bird brains' within just a few short hours. He still didn't know how he should tell her, or if he could at all.
The quest to save Asia expired tomorrow and he couldn't risk waiting that long. It had to be today.
His hesitation hadn't done him any favors as her gilded gaze flickered perceptively. She could sense his doubt, not that he was any good at hiding it. Finding himself tilting his head upward to avoid those all-seeing eyes, Issei admitted, "There is one thing bothering me..."
"What?" Her pitch had deepened seriously.
...
"...Why are you wearing shorts over your panties?! I can't see them anymo-UUUGH!" A tiny kitty-gloved fist buried itself into his stomach, crumpling the pervert downward. Moving out of the way so that he didn't fall onto her, Koneko glared hateful daggers at the sputtering mess. Rolling over while clamping onto his burning midsection, the boy used his floored state to catch another glimpse.
There it was. The bane of his existence; second only to sports bras. Those damn black shorts. Tights? Whatever the hell they were, he hated them with a steaming passion. They may have appealed to her supple legs, squeezing the delicate flesh tightly and profoundly. Yeah, they may emphasize her ass and thighs perfectly to the point they'd shot up his list of kinks to second and third place respectively. And yeah, he may have grew a half-chub after witnessing them firsthand which still refused to die down.
But that didn't matter! Panties were panties and the only thing better were bras! And you can bet your sweet-bippy that h-
"Ack!" Issei groaned as a heeled-loafer rested itself on his face, blocking his gluttonous gaze. If he had a foot fetish or liked getting stepped on, then this totally would've been awesome. But he didn't.
...
Actually...
"You better not be thinking anything gross right now..." Koneko's hollow voice rang.
"...I am." He admitted, albeit reluctantly. A sound of revulsion slipped out her throat as her foot pushed off him aggressively. She backed away a few meters and began grinding her foot into the dirt patio roughly. "Don't act like you just stepped in filth!"
"I did." She spat, eyebrows furrowed. "Your germs are worse than dirt."
"Ooh-hee!" Grasping at his heart, he felt the biting stings bury themselves within. He should've become immune to her poison by now and added degradation and BDSM to his list of perversions. Yet neither of those had developed.
Maybe he just wasn't a masochist?
Mustering himself back to his feet, Issei's knees wobbled as they corrected his balance. He watched his feminine friend rub her shoulders in self-comfort, her disgusted eyes meeting his awkward ones. "It was just an observation. We're definitely even," He said, rubbing his throbbing abdomen.
"We can be even," Her eyes narrowed. "After I kick you in the balls."
"...You know I might be into that?" Issei joked. She didn't seem amused, marching forward with clear intent. Backing up quickly, he waved his arms frantically. "H-hold on, Koneko! That was a joke! Eep!" Cowering into a ball, the boy shivered as he felt the wind split and ripple through his clothing.
Waiting for the demise and departure of his most treasured friends, Issei was left stunned when so such fate came. Glancing back up, he was graced with another perfect view of the loli's black spats.
"Sike," Koneko said, lowering her leg and walking away from him.
"H-huh?" Dumbstruck, Issei was too distracted to stare at her ass, watching as the white-haired neko cleared the children's rock wall she'd punched with a single leap, resting her arms onto the jungle gym it was connected with. He pointed at her accusingly, "You just showed me your shorts again!"
"So?"
"What do you mean so?!" He yelled out, complexed by her lackadaisical attitude. "You're not angry?!"
"No."
Finally piecing the puzzle together, Issei's flame snuffed out before quickly reigniting. "You're messing with me again!"
"Hmph," Koneko nodded lightly, reaching into her skirt pocket and withdrawing a fun-sized chocolate. "Slowpoke."
"Hey!" Affronted, he crossed his arms and glared. "If you don't care if I see them, why'd you punch me?!"
"Instinct," She answered, nibbling the milk-chocolate delicacy with unintentional cuteness. "Pervs get punched."
That... was kind of fair. If there was one thing Issei knew, it was that girls would whoop the ass out of any pervert. The kendo girls back at school had instilled many teachings onto his sore body. Though, they never seemed to get through.
He slumped over in defeat. Never would her words miss their mark; always striking his sensitivities. Compounded by the fact those dastardly spats blocked his view of her goody-bits and his mood had fallen considerably. "Why are you wearing those anyway..."
It was the same question asked earlier, though this time it was directed more towards himself. However, Koneko's considerable perception pieced his words together. "So you don't peep on my underwear. I'm not blind."
"Ugh-!" Issei gasped, shocked that she heard and embarrassed he'd gotten called out. It was a smart decision, but he still couldn't help being disappointed. He slumped again. "S-sorry."
"Doesn't matter. You can't see them." Finishing her chocolate snack, Koneko brazenly lifted the front of her magenta skirt, exposing the black thin shorts openly without care and giving him a perfect view. "Cock blocked."
Automatically downloading the view and skirt lift into the spankbank, Issei was left gaping like a fish. Good thing his subconscious could process boobalicious material because everything else had glitched from reality. Koneko had only lifted it up for a few seconds, but those seconds were now immortalized in his brain's designated 'Koneko folder.'
Heavily breathing from his nose, Issei's lips curved into a creepy grin. "Koneko~! You have no idea how hot that was~!" He sang, swooning over her.
The moment he said those words, she realized her mistake. A small crack seeped through her composure, her pink lips twitching imperceptibly with a blush only the trained eye could see. Balling up the wrapper of her candy, she flicked it at him sharply. Nailing the pervert in the forehead with a quiet 'tap,' her satisfaction was able to mend the crack before he could see.
This was a one-sided relationship. She couldn't allow him to have any influence over her like she did him. It was gross and uncool when he did it. She's the bully and he's the bullied, that's how it works. He wasn't allowed to see her flustered.
...That time with Rias and Akeno didn't count.
Rubbing his reddening forehead, Issei picked up the assaulting foil and walked to place it in the metal bin. Just because he was a freak didn't mean he wasn't also a good Samaritan. As he turned back, another piece of wrapping paper landed right by his feet. Glowering as he discarded it as well, he turned to the culprit. "You could just throw these away yourself, you know?"
"Or you could," She responded in kind, opening another piece of chocolate.
"You know, I've noticed you've got a nasty habit of littering." Issei glared at her like a parent would a child, folding his arms disapprovingly.
"And you've got a nasty habit of staring at girls," She mumbled over her milky-smooth treat.
"...That's one thing, but this is another! Don't deflect!" He shouted, just for another wrapper to land by his feet. Growling as he threw it away, his voice filled with vitriol, "Stop throwing those! I'm not your servant!"
"You are," Koneko corrected, pulling out a fourth piece of chocolate. "We formed a contract."
"YOU formed a contract with ME! If anything, it means you should serve me!"
The short girl looked up as if considering his words, her pretty white bangs brushing her cheeks as she popped her last piece of chocolate in. Nodding resolutely to herself, she flicked the wrapper at his chest. "You've been served."
The balled up foil lightly bounced off his torso. "You little-!" Tossing the wad of trash, Issei stomped back in front of the playset the rested on. "Get down here, little girl! It's about time you get spanked!"
That's it! No more Mr. Nice Guy!
Scoffing, Koneko flipped off the jungle gym without any regard to her skirt, the material swishing up and back down from the wind as she landed gracefully. Holding her fists up and lightly bending her knees, she took on her patented boxer stance. "In your dreams."
Issei smirked devilishly. "I don't have to dream! I'll just ask Rias and Akeno!"
A small gasp escaped his companion as she turned to stone, her eyelids creeping wide open.
Despite her best efforts the avoid such an outcome previously, it had all been for naught. The topic was still a sore spot that refused to heal. It could even be considered her weakness. One mention of that incident was all it took for Koneko's face to light up like a beacon.
From the neck up, her face inflamed an ugly red as she struggled to keep her knees from shaking from rage and embarrassment. Her golden orbs flickered as they fought the urge to slide away. forcing them to meet his. "S-say that again..." Her voice was threatening. More than he'd ever heard from her.
He'd awoken the lion and was in for a mighty beatdown.