The Preeminence of a Gamer: Speedrun 3.1

This is part two to Chapter 3. Please enjoy and leave Power Stones if you do.

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Thankfully, Issei managed to avoid jumping out of his skin upon receiving a quest. It had been awhile since his last one, but he was thankful for another. This way, he didn't have to decide for himself what he should do. His Game system made the decision for him.

Some way, somehow, he had to save Asia Argento. A tall order, but he had the devils on his side. They may not decide to help the girl themselves, but they would indirectly if it meant protecting him. If he went to help her, then they would more than likely follow.

That being the case, Issei didn't want to throw himself or Koneko head on into danger. But at this point, did he have a choice? It was the first time he had got a timed quest and thinking over the potential consequences horrified him. In a game, failing a quest usually meant the player or other characters dying. Like those games, he didn't think he would get to retry, either.

His loli was basically strapped to his side like a pistol for now and Issei doubted he could shake her. For his safety, he didn't want to. If he somehow did, it would only make Rias upset with her, therefore making her upset with him.

However he planned to tackle this, one thing was certain. This would be a lot tougher than anything else he'd done since awakening his powers. It would only get more difficult from here the more involved with the supernatural he would inevitably get into, if his Quests had anything to say about it. Questing wasn't always going to be as simple as going to school, it seemed.

"You good, senpai?"

"Y-yeah, fine." He hid a grimace. He had a week. Unfortunately, it was much less time he'd would feel comfortable with trying to save the nun.

They arrived at his home without anymore words exchanged. As the boy thought, introducing Koneko to his curious, bigmouthed parents had been awkward. That interaction didn't last long, much to his relief, after the girl used her devil Hypnosis Magic to manipulate their subconscious into accepting her stay without issue. That said, the spell hadn't avoided them cooking him in front of the her, such as openly admitting he was a pervert who didn't even bother hiding the mountain of porn in his room. Nor had it avoided them also cooking her when they called her a grade schooler.

If looks could kill, then Issei would've been an orphan.

Heading up to his bedroom, Issei's footsteps became heavy as he tried to delay the inevitable. Koneko already knew he was a pervert, but the cat was definitively out of the bag. If she walked into his room, she'd see the shameless display of pornography scattered in literally every corner. Wall, closet, table, drawer; the list went on. The reluctant look on her face as she trailed after him told the deviant exactly how she felt about it. She already knew she'd have to bleach her eyes afterwards.

"Do you mind if I... clean up a bit?" Issei asked her, emphasizing the word 'clean.' It didn't take a genius to know what he was referring to.

"You do that," Koneko replied, stopping near the top of the staircase and grabbing her phone from her skirt pocket. "I'm gonna go talk to Rias. Make sure you use lots of fire."

"F-fire?" A bead of sweat dripped off his head as he watched her walk back down the stairs and out the front door. He questioned why she didn't just call her immediately after they split away from the nun. Maybe she just wanted to secure their safety first, or something along those lines.

Not knowing how much time he had, Issei bolted into his room and got to work. Everything was getting crammed into the closet. Everything was getting crammed into drawers. Everything was getting crammed under the bed. When he ran out of room and couldn't store anymore of his "books" without damaging them, he proceeded to run over to his parents room and hide them under their bed as well.

With the front door closing, Issei swiftly darted towards his room to double check everything. Hearing the soft pitter-patter begin making their way up the steps, he sighed in relief and waited for her at his door.

Safe.

"Feel free to make yourself at home." Issei smiled with flushed cheeks, holding his bedroom door open for her. Immediately, Koneko shriveled up at that. Words such as those sounded more vile than welcoming when they came from a perv like him.

Hesitantly and with a generous frown, the cat-devil stepped into his room. "Gross."

"W-wha? W-what is?" Issei panicked. Her finger pointed around his room at the walls where numerous posters of both scantily clad and nude women hitting dirty poses were still taped to. He immediately recoiled, frustrated and embarrassed. They were right in his face and he still missed it. "I-I'll take 'em down..." His head hung low, ashamed at his own ineptitude.

"Just leave it," Koneko sighed. "I expected worse and it would be a hassle to put back up."

"Y-yeah, haha..." He emptily agreed.

"But if you try to show me any of the stuff you were hiding, I'll kill you."

"W-wouldn't even dream of it," He laughed dryly, his hand discreetly letting go of his top drawer. There goes that idea. Soon as she accepted the posters, his mind immediately pushed for more.

Maybe he had a problem...

"It doesn't stink in here, so I'll give you that," Koneko muttered, sitting down on the floor and making herself comfortable in between his computer desk and his dresser as he sat on his bed.

"Of course it doesn't. Like I could ever let my collection of Triple Nipple Double Troubl-" His mouth snapped shut upon the weight of her glare. Looking at her small frame huddle in-between his furniture was really cute, but it made him feel bad. "Are you really fine sitting there? You can sit on the bed if y-"

"No."

"It won't kill you, ya know."

"But it'll kill you..." Her words were icy.

"Okay... maybe the chair then?" Issei pointed towards his blue computer chair.

"It's cool," She answered straightforwardly. She may have not minded the floor, but Issei believed she just didn't want to directly touch any specific object he owned. He wanted to feel offended, but he couldn't. At the very least, he hoped he could keep trying to up his affection with her. Not in a sexual way, however nice that would be, but in a friendly way. Koneko considered him a friend and he double-checked that. He was hoping the two of them could grow closer...

...But the view he had on her underwear was nice. Yellow linen with a cyan trim. If he strained his eyes, mayb-

"Oughfff-fuck!" Issei grunted hoarsely, the air swiftly leaving him after he was gutted with the girl's school bag.

"Set that down somewhere, away from all your garbage," The nekoshou said, holding out her palm and generating a red magic circle with a symbol in its center. "Peek between my legs again and you'll peek these hands," She added, casting her spell as a bunch of bagged snacks appeared with a blue luminescent light.

Rubbing his aching midsection, Issei awkwardly placed her bag next to his, resting on the wall near his bed. The girl popped open a small box of chocolates and began delicately feasting on them at a moderate pace. Though discontent that her panties were now being concealed by her giant bag of treats, it was for the best if he wanted to avoid another object flying at him.

"So... how was the call?" He asked hesitantly. His curiosity was aching to know what the leader of the devils had thought about the situation.

"Fine," Koneko said simply. That prompted the pervert to deadpan at her, feeling disbelief despite the response totally expected from her. His brown-eyed gaze eventually weighed on her enough to let out an exasperated sigh. "Buchou is looking into things. It's more than likely that the nun is with the fallen angels. If they're involving humans with their plan, then there are probably stray exorcists lurking in the shadows."

"Are stray exorcists like that nun? Are they good people getting taken advantage of?"

"No. They're treacherous snakes the church threw out due to some bad behavior or crime. More than likely, they are the ones taking advantage of others," She said with a light frown. She still wasn't convinced the nun girl was as innocent as her upperclassman continuously proclaimed. It was too early to judge accurately, yet he already seemingly made up his mind about it. Depending on whether or not that was the case, that could end of being problematic.

"Does that mean they might also try attacking me?" He asked, the news of having even more enemies around unsettling him.

"Yep. Unlike a fallen, they're a bunch of big pussies to try attacking on their own. But we should still watch our backs."

"Great..."

Knowing she hadn't done his confidence any favors, Koneko tried putting him at ease, "If a stray exorcists pulls up, I'll swat them away like a fly. It's light work."

"You can do that? Are they really that weak?"

"Most of them only have a light sword and light gun. You're a sorry ass devil if you can't knock their lights out."

"They got guns? Holy shit, isn't that dangerous?"

"What's a gun to my cannon?" Koneko suddenly flexed one of her arms. Though her thin, squishy flesh wasn't all that impressive, Issei knew firsthand there was more behind those tiny arms than what they let on.

Issei smirked. "If you're that confident, then I'm sure I got nothing to worry about. Maybe I might be able to beat them?" He suggested with a laugh.

"You can if you master your Sacred Gear." The girl finished off her first box of candy, setting it to the side. Looking at the rest of her candy, she sat still as her thoughts carried her elsewhere. "And... you're other power..."

"My other power... you mean flight?"

She nodded, her eyes scrutinizing him. "If it's cool... could I see you do it again?"

"Uh, sure. Check it." Issei stood up and pulled on the sensation deep inside him. In the core of his being, the ability of Flight came to life and lifted him off the ground. He stayed in midair for around five seconds before gently tugging himself back down. Using the power was still weird. He could tug in any direction he wanted, but if he tugged too hard, he would slam into his walls again. Practice was the only way he could learn how hard he should tug and when.

It was kind of like beating his meat. He'd get the hang of it it no time.

Watching him use his ability seemed to confirm something for the girl as her suspicion grew. "You're not using magic..."

"I-I'm not?" Finally noticing that he was under interrogation, albeit in a nonchalant, inoffensive way, Issei began to grow worried. His face tensed up and his cordial disposition wavered, something the young devil easily discerned.

"No... you're not," She confirmed slowly, unable to sense any of the energy. Having been around Issei for a couple days and taking his reputation into account, it was fair to assess that the boy generally wore his heart on his sleeve. He was, even to a fault, typically unashamed of who he was. The fact he openly had porn displayed in his room before she could walk in and his parent's blatant acknowledgement of their son's behavior showcased his extroverted nature. When they talked, as long as he didn't become embarrassed by humiliating himself, he was always direct and straightforward, even blurting out his feelings without thinking about them.

Yet, as she had now noticed a few times, the boy clammed up or hesitated when the topic involved his power.

Koneko wasn't a nosy person. Though curiosity often affected cats, she didn't have any interest in other people's affairs. She just wanted to do her own thing in her own way with her own people. However, something inside the girl urged her to dig for more information. Loathed as she was to admit it, she knew why.

Power.

The topic of power was sensitive for the feline. Her past involved denying herself power from her lineage with disgust at how cursed it was and what it had done to her sister. She denied great power, yet somewhere inside her heart yearned for more. That's what made her interested in this boy, who not only held a powerful Longinus, but yet another ability seemingly unrelated.

That's why she had to ask.

"Do you... have another Sacred Gear?"