Transmigrated With A Time Chamber In DxD

Boys all over Kuoh had woken up to find their precious computers had short-circuited and their hard drives destroyed. It was truly a tragedy that even had the blonde smile awkwardly at the destruction he unintentionally-intentionally wrought.

Glancing to Shuri who was looking at him funnily, Igor proposed a question.

“How about we…”

He gestured by placing to fingers on his forehead.

“Fufufu~. Yes, Dimori-kun. Let’s go see Akeno.”

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|DxD|

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Two Hours Prior…

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Baraquiel was currently in Cuba stocking up on supplies. Having secluded himself into training for the past three years, he had made the relatively deserted island of Palmya Atoll his temporary abode. As always, he would dedicate a single day within a month to rest and he had found Cuba to be the most optimal location.

The small nation known for its exports was loved by the fallen not only for its exotic dishes and lovely people, but because the influence of gods and factions was very low compared to other countries. Just like any other day, Baraquiel was going to enjoy a well-earned rest and return to his little island the next day when all of a sudden…

Fuuuush

It was faint, But Baraquiel was able to sense a very familiar ki signature.

“Dimori? What is that brat up to now?”

He looked at the direction where he felt the blonde’s ki signature from and then looked at the recently delivered coffee on his table.

“...”

Looking at his piping hot mug of black coffee, it wasn’t even a debate.

“He’ll be fine.”

Picking up his coffee, Baraquiel took a sip before reading the newspaper again. With his gruff look, black coat and combat boots, the fallen was a hulking figure that oozed a sense of solidarity. Very few people dared to come talk to him, except for a cheery waitress who without asking, slid into the chair opposite him.

She was tanned like the man himself and displayed noticeable features of African-European descent. Her cream-white dress hugged her developed figure very well and her long, smooth hair was tied up into a neat bun. The woman appeared to be in her late twenties but with her cute face, she appeared much younger.

She sat on the table and propped her head between her hands. Silently staring at Baraquiel, the old man in question didn’t even bother lowering his newspaper. He had become somewhat used to her somewhat strange gaze and he no longer paid attention to it. But the woman persisted, even releasing a giggle when she saw he was ignoring her.

The silence between them continued like this for over five minutes with neither side making a move, until the woman spoke.

“Baraquiel~. Your coffee will grow cold, you know?”

It turned out he couldn’t completely ignore her presence.

“...”

Wordlessly, he stretched his hand to grab the mug only to feel something soft within his grasp.

“?”

He gave a squeeze only to hear a moan come from the woman.

“Nnn~. Feeling brave, aren’t we~?”

“?!”

Baraquiel lowered his newspaper only to find that in the place of his mug, the woman had placed her chest on the spot.

“A-Alicia?!”

Whipping his hand away from her, the fallen stood up in a fit, his cheeks having turned red from the sudden scare. The sultry smirk on her face did not help in slowing down his blood circulation, her visage the peak representation of seduction.

He tried to step back, but Alicia grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, a coy grin on her face.

“What’s wrong, Baraquiel-’chan’? Do you not like~?”

It was a critical hit. The cadre found himself dazed for a moment, his heart and his mind arguing over how to answer. But soon enough, he recovered his composure and ripped his hand from her bust.

Rubbing his forehead in exasperation, he sighed.

“Alicia. I am a married man and I have a beautiful daughter waiting for me at home.”

Alicia chuckled before she closed the distance between them. Placing her dainty hands on his chest, she began rubbing them all over before they lowered, clearly searching for something else rather than assess the coat’s quality.

She lifted her chin up to gaze at the fallen, her grin widening at his slightly embarrassed expression.

“Baraquiel. The question is very simple. Do you…”

Her hand slipped through the gap between the buttons…

“...not like~?”

…and found his pants.

“?!”

The fallen stiffened up, the feeling of her fingers gradually stiffening his…

“No Alicia! You’re a good woman. You can’t do this!”

Unfortunately, all he got in response were her dexterous fingers nimbly unbuttoning his pants before slipping in.

“You say ‘no’, yet…you clearly want this, don’t you~.”

Baraquiel had his eyes closed at the moment, his body tense from the ministrations of her fingers. She was maneuvering them with nimbleness that he couldn’t help but hiss at the sudden tingle of pleasure that spread throughout his body.

But gradually, he mustered up the will to resist.

“W-what if-mnn…what if p-people come in?”

In response, Alicia stood on her tiptoes and leaned into his neck. He was immediately engulfed in the scent of lilacs, the subtle yet womanly aroma entering through his nose and bringing his mind into a haze.

But that paled in comparison to what she did next.

*Lick~*

His eyes immediately shot open. A jolt of electricity flowed through Baraquiel when he felt her tongue gently lick his skin. The sudden sensation both tickled, pleasured, and aroused him greatly. When he turned his eyes to look at her, he was enraptured in those beautiful olive eyes that glowed like gemstones, eyes that looked at him like prey.

“?!”

Combined with the feeling from her fingers, it was such a strong sensation that he almost fell to his knees.

But he wouldn’t fall yet.

“Haaa….A-Alicia. P-people…”

He hissed the last syllable when he felt her fingers travel up his shaft and painfully, yet gently rub the head.

“Fufufu~”

Alicia kissed his neck before teasingly licking that very spot again.

“Don’t worry about that~. You see, today we are closed. Meaning, today is just you and…*chu~*…me~.”

She continued to tease him, her hands moving gently between his pants. Her kisses were soft, her tongue sending shivers across his spine. Alicia was working him slowly, crumbling his resolve stroke by stroke, kiss by kiss, lick by lick.

She looked into his eyes closed in embarrassment, a feeling of pride forming in her heart.

[Ah~…finally. After two whole years, I’ve finally got him in my grasp.]

In that brief moment, her mind travelled back to the past. Alicia had just opened her restaurant for a year when some hooligans sought to take advantage of her. Given that her country was still facing economic shortages, hooligans seeking free meals were rather common and given that she was a woman operating alone, she was a prime target.

It was only because of Baraquiel teaching those boys a proper lesson that they never dared to come back. Since then, Alicia began paying attention to this strange customer of hers. He only came once a month, ordered a coffee, and left. When he left, he would purchase goods in bulk from several businesses before finally disappearing into thin air. After asking around about him, she heard many praises from the stores and vendors about how kind he was and how much good he had done for them just by purchasing their wares.

For the next few months, this habit of his persisted and her interest in him grew. In the end, Alicia decided to personally serve him whenever he came as a form of gratitude. But to her woe, the man was always silent and only ever gave curt responses. But Alicia was undeterred. The months stretched into a year and things seemed to be destined to be monotonous, until one special day.

Her restaurant had started to do poorly due to bad rumours about her lack of sanitation. For over two months this persisted until on the third, the rumours suddenly vanished. It wasn’t until some digging and asking around from other business owners that she found out the reason.

The same hooligans who had tried to take advantage of her a year prior used their connections to start bad rumours about her. Yet all of a sudden, they disappeared off the face of the earth. As for the ones responsible, all that was found was a single coat button. Alicia would’ve been saddened, were it not for seeing the same set of buttons on a very familiar coat worn by a very familiar man the following month. It was in that moment that her feelings gradually began to shift beyond just gratitude.

For two whole years, she silently nurtured these feelings, doing her best to find out everything about him. She pried through that stone-scold front and got him to open up about some mundane facts about himself. It saddened her that he was already married and had a wife, but she wouldn’t give up. At most, she would be the second and that suited her fine. For the man she came to love, sharing him was a much better alternative than not having him.

And so comes this moment. She was in his arms, his back against the wall. The curtains were drawn and they were all alone. Alicia was not willing to wait another month. For all she knew, he wouldn’t come back again if she failed here. She has to foster an attachment to him soon, to ingrain herself into his heart, his mind…and his body.

*Swu!*

Very quickly, she pulled her hand from his pants and nimbly unbuttoned his coat, exposing a piece of his chest hidden behind his formal shirt. She lunged for his collarbone and began sucking on it, her nether region gradually wetting at the sound of his mewls.

“N-no…you…can’t.”

But she could and she would. Grabbing his hand, she pulled it towards her nether.

“Mnnn~”

She was momentarily surprised by how big and rough his hand felt through her panties, but she persisted. She felt him tense just slightly and she began struggling to keep his hand there. It was quite obvious that he was trying to pull away out of embarrassment.

Pulling away from his collarbone, Alicia looked at Baraquiel in the eye.

“Do you feel how wet I am, how much I want you?”

She took his other hand and placed it on her chest.

“Feel my heart, Baraquiel. Do you feel it? I am not some whore who just wants a good time.”

Baraquiel was left stunned by her sudden actions. She could feel her heart beating wildly and her love juice dripping through her panties. For a man who had been starved of affection for three years, his desires were threatening to subdue his will.

But Baraquiel wouldn’t cave in just yet.

“I can’t, Alicia.”

Those words hurt her, especially because of how he said it with a clear mind. Alicia could feel tears prickling through her eyes, but she couldn’t give up, not when she’d come this far.

“Two years, Baraquiel. I have loved you for two years. I tried staying away when you told me you had a wife, but I couldn’t. Everytime I see you, my heart jumps for joy and everytime you leave, my heart hurts. I find myself counting the number of days until you return and everytime, I wait for your arrival. Baraquiel…”

She placed her arms around his neck, her head leaning closer to his.

“I know you have a loving family waiting for you. I understood that and so I tried. I tried to stay away, to respect your wishes. But I cannot do it, not anymore…not when I have come to cherish your presence so much.”

Her words were sincere, her emotions inscribed into the words that pierced into the fallen’s heart. He looked into her eyes, his will wavering in the face of no falsehoods. Her head was inching closer to his, his head remaining stationary, making no move to retreat or escape.

Their lips had just touched when-

FUUUSHH

This time, Baraquiel felt Igor’s aura, it becoming much more intense than ever. He could feel the immense bloodlust emanating from it and the absolute force of power behind it. Instinctively, he whipped his head to the side, his brows turning serious.

Alicia widened her eyes at the sudden action. Her heart nearly shattered to pieces when she saw him look away. She was about to apologise and leave when she noticed the fallen had a rather grave expression on his face.

Rather, it seemed he was looking at something she couldn’t see.

“B-Baraquiel?”

She was nervous now. The cadre seemed to be lost in thought until he turned towards her with a grave expression on his face.

“Alicia. I sincerely apologise for leaving like this. But a serious matter that requires my attention has arose.”

He then turned his head to the side.

“I…I’ll come back.”

Without waiting for her response, he vanished right in front of her.

Su!

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AN

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