HighSchool DxD: Gambit.

Chapter Four: New Phone Who Dis?

It had been around a month since Remy had started attending Kuoh Academy, and in retrospect, it's been a roller coaster of a month. Between the classes that teetered between boring and pure torture, the constant stalking was on the receiving end of a newly founded fan club.

Top that cake with the beautiful bow, of his employer's constant undermining of his method of work. Which itself was infuriating; if this person was so critical of the way he operated, maybe he should quit. Tell this person to do the job themselves; if they wanted a rushed and sloppy heist that would guarantee capture, they could get off their lazy ass.

He would, however, keep the sizeable payment they made in advance for his peculiar set of skills Remy had accused through meticulous trial and error. It wouldn't be impossible for him to disappear with the money and wind up on a beach in 12 hours, drinking margaritas next to a bikini-clad hottie.

But deep down no matter how infuriating their constant babysitting was to Remy, he was a professional. There were very few in the world that could pull off a heist without anyone being more the wiser. Although this job may pay well, it didn't sit well with him as the only thing he knew was his target existed in Kuoh Town & was in the possession of that beautiful redhead.

It's hard for him to steal something if he doesn't know what it is. So, despite the numerous red flags, he figured that if anyone was going to rob that sexy devil, it would be him. Hell Remy was even confident enough that he could make his escape with some sort of memento.

"E-Excuse me, LeBeau senpai."

Yes, that's what he would do. He would find some sort of trinket or something of lesser value to remember his time with Rias while on the job.

Remy was so solely focused on what he was going to steal from Rias as a trophy that he didn't notice that someone was standing in front of his desk. A young woman with short pink hair and a white headband barely passed her forehead.

A sharp jab in his back from a certain ravenette broke Remy's concentration enough for him to finally notice the girl. Or at least the blushing mess of a girl; the first thing I happened to notice about her was her chest or lack thereof.

Poor girl is the first thought that crossed his. She exists in a school where even first-years rock a set of tits that would make a veteran porn star jealous. Although he would admit that from what he could see, she had an absolute dump truck of an ass hidden underneath her skirt.

So she passed.

"What's up?"

Remy clicked his tongue, and as soon as he spoke, the girl practically assaulted him. The stench of her excitement filled his sensitive nose, as she rubbed her thighs together.

"H-Hello, you probably don't know who I am... my name is K-Katase, I'm a first year from class 1-A. I am also the president of your fan club; we were all wondering where you get your colored contacts from. The girls want to get some of their own."

1-A? Isn't that the class my underling Issei belongs to?

Thats right, Remy had turned that brown-haired punk from his first day into his perfect gopher. Anything he ever needed was an order away, no matter what it was. Issei found a way to procure even some of the harder items. Like Sona Shitori's favorite coffee cup or the dean's credit card.

Issei never failed his senpai.

Wait did she say contacts?

Fan club?

Stalker's identity confirmed?

"I don't understand what are contacts?"

Katase stared at Remy for a second, basking in his sultry Parisienne accent that attempted to mask itself as he spoke fluent Japanese, but she tilted her head to the side, slightly confused when she processed what her senpai had said.