Weaving together

A weaver is a pervert?

Issei Hyoudo blinked to himself as he looked at the map in his hand while carrying his luggage. Currently, our perverted Planeswalker smiled at the antics of his newest co-worker, a high-schooler around the same age as him. A young woman named Melissa Sudou, the adoptive daughter of his boss.

Her mother was a good friend of her boss and now, 

"Hey, Issei!" The English woman said with a grin. A mop of white hair with red highlights said with a grin in English. "What do you think?" 

The young pervert blinked as he looked at what his cute Junior made and blinked. It was an adorable plushy made from the unused cloth they had. It possessed a beauty on its own and he could tell she put all her soul in it. 

"It's good," The pervert replied with a nod. It was a plush of the Magical girl Milky Spiral. The same show he gifted to her the moment he arrived in Kuoh. 

Serafall gifted him two copies and he kept the legendary uncensored version to himself. 

"What about you?" The young woman asked and the pervert grinned before raising a green plush of a lizard with red eyes and wings. It was a baby dragon plush the same size as a dog. 

"Melissa, I want you to meet, Draco," Issei said with a grin. 

"Woah, those look real! How did you?" 

"Well, you see," 

"Huh, Hyoudo?" 

"President?" 

Issei, the pervert of the Kuoh Academy, dressed in a uniform, looked at the president of the Student Council of the Academy. She was dressed in her casual clothes and by the look of her bag, she was shopping for some books. 

"Who's that?" Melissa asked, cutely peeking out of his shoulder to look at Sona. 

Seeing her attire, the student council president froze. 

"That's Sona, Sona Shitori," Issei replied in English. "She's my school's student council president," 

"Kuoh Academy, right?" 

"Yes," 

Having already snapped out of her shock at the sight of a perfect copy of her older sister's attire, Sona stared at the pervert. He was capable of fluently conversing in English without any form of Japanese accent and he worked at this store. 

"You can speak fluently in English?" Sona asked, switching to English like it was her native tongue. 

"Yes, I needed to learn it and in the end, I can switch between them," Issei said with a smile. 

Suddenly, the heiress of house Sitri found herself in the spotlight of two beings. The pervert of her school with a baby dragon plush that looked like it was alive sitting naturally on the table while the other person, a European, gave her a grin. 

"Conservative?" Issei said, 

"Feminine, a cool beauty," Melissa replied as she scanned Sona up and own. 

"She's also a scholarly type so simple designs?"

"Yes, and some minor embroidery on the skirt," 

"... flowing designs similar to rivers should work..." 

"Not your favored snowflakes?" 

"Excuse me," Sona called out... 

"No, while it will blend well, it doesn't suit her," Issei said. 

"Really? How can you tell?" 

"Well, I can't explain but I can do it by instinct," 

"Now, now, you two," A kind, motherly voice interrupted the two and caught the attention of Sona. "I know you two get along well but please do not subject our guest to your dress-making simulations," 

"Sorry boss," "Sorry, Auntie," 

The beautiful young woman carried herself with grace and dignity enhanced by the simple yet elegant Kimono she wore. This is Kayo Sudou, Issei's boss and owner of the shop he is working on. 

"Dress-making simulations?" The student council asked. 

"It's something I proposed we do," Issei said with a smile. 

"Yes, Issei-kun has a talent for finding the style that suits a person, he was the one who made this Kimono," 

The student council president looked at the high-quality kimono and the pervert of Kuoh Academy. It was impossible. It must be a Sacred Gear... but he had none. Their research resulted in nothing about Hyoudo or his family. But... that girl by her side... she came from a magical family... maybe she can recruit-." 

Suddenly, the heiress of the student council president noticed Hyoudo looking at her. 

"Huh? You do look like Sera," Issei said, noticing the similarities between the sisters. "How's the magical girl uniform-," 

"That was you?!" Crossing the distance between her and the pervert, the red-faced student council president roared as she looked at him. "Do you have any idea how my big sister forced me in that clothes?!" 

"Eh? But Sera told me you love wearing those clothes!"

Off to the side, Melissa looked at the duo curiously while Kayo giggled into her hand at the sight of their only male employee in the store getting shaken relentlessly. 

"No! My life is ruined!" The proud president wailed into her hands. "Not only are my sizes known by our school's pervert, he can also blackmail me now!"

"No, you're Sera's little sister. She's my friend and one of my clients," Issei explained, elegantly fixing his clothes. "And I don't do blackmails. I am a proud pervert, nothing will change that, but I am a professional," Pride and confidence oozed from the pervert. "Besides, you are a beautiful young woman," 

"Ara?" Kayo whispered as she looked. 

"All clothes must be weaved to bring out the best of the ones wearing them," Issei proudly announced, holding his heart. "It doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, clothes make the person and only clothes that match the very 'soul' of their wearers can result in the best 'look' you will ever have," 

"Well said," Melissa said with a grin. 

"Indeed," 

"For a pervert..." Sona whispered, looking away from the pervert, "You have a way with words," Soft pink mists adorned her face. 

"Hear, hear!" Melissa followed with a grin as the co-workers gave each other a high-five. 

"Fine... I guess I can buy some of your clothes..." Looking at Issei, the student council president glared at him. "But! I want them all to be your best work! Your work with the magical girl uniform was adequate..." She whispered the last part more to herself. 

'Wait... did I just get a client? But I wasn't offering her to buy some of my creations,' The young pervert thought. Hey, at least he can improve his skills. 

"Melissa, can you check some of the inventory we have?" 

"Sure, Auntie!" 

Watching his boss and co-worker go to the storage area, the young pervert smiled a draconic grin. 

"So, Lady Sitri of the legendary Devil houses," Issei said with a smile. In that instant, Sona felt as if a monstrous creature looked at her, regarding her as prey. "Do we have a deal? My Soul-woven clothes for materials I need," The young pervert softly asked, his eyes flashing an ominous red tint as he looked. 

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