My Yuri Harem (Highschool DxD Fanfiction)

Tatsumi Reiji

NOTE: This is still Highschool DxD fanfiction. I said THIS IS STILL HIGHSCHOOL DXD fanfiction.

Red lips. In such a fascinating night.

This night was all about indulgence.

In the center of the dance hall, men and women were shaking their bodies and dancing to the rhythm of the music. Fair legs, sweaty chests, enchanting females and male hormone, all added up to a crazy fascinating vortex.

In the corner of the dancing floor, there sat a man in fashionable sportswear with cigarettes and wine in front of him. The heat and noise around seemed to have no effecting on him. He just subconsciously hid his face in the darkness in the dead angle of the lights.

Of course, several hot girls came to invite him to dance, but they were all turned down by his indifferent attitude. He just wouldn't fit into this place.

A white-collar lady in suited suddenly rushed out of the dancing people to the washroom.

Now, the man picked up the cigarettes from the desk, put them into his pocket and stood up to follow her into the washroom, like a hunter who had started to track down his prey after a long wait.

The lady rushed into the washroom and immediately began to throw up at the wash basin. Then, a sour smell spread through the air. The lady turned on the tap, held some water with her hands and splashed it onto her face while washing away the vomit in the basin.

The cold water on her face woke her up for a while from her emotions ignited by the dance. However, when she opened her eyes, she was startled by the figure behind her in the mirror.

"You-"

The lady tried to talk but eventually failed. The man choked her with two fingers, disabling her from creating any audible sounds. The man was well-practiced as if he was doing something he had done a lot of times; there was no need to do his best—he just let it happen naturally.

At the same time, the man lifted his other hand, which was holding a knife.

"Though I hate nonsense, I have to say this due to the Organization's rule: Your sins can escape from common punishment, but not from ours."

"Hgnnn......"

"And before I ki-- exorcise you, I have one question to ask. Where is the holy sword?"

"I... I don't..... know...." The lady squirmed in his hand as she spoke.

"I see."

"Puff..."

With no more preparation, the knife went into the lady's chest and turned clockwise.

The man pressed the wound with his palm in case blood splashed.

The lady twisted a little and then fell to the ground as the man let go of her.

The man started to wash his knife and hands with the running water in the washbasin. After that, he tidied his clothes in front of the mirror.

He was careful and organized.

In the mirror, there was his face. Young but pale, good-looking, and with a look of odd excitement. Perhaps it was because he had just killed someone. Killing would always offer him such pleasure.

He was also obsessed with such a feeling. It was irresistible to him as if he was an addict.

The lady's corpse was lying on the ground with her eyes wide open.