Well… I had a good life.
Got married, had kids, even managed to send them off to high school.
Honestly? I'm satisfied with that.
So then… what's next?
I have no idea where I am. There's nothing around me—just endless emptiness.
Creepy.
Is this hell? Boring as hell, if it is.
I give myself a few months before I start going insane from the loneliness.
Satan was definitely overrated in this department.
Can I tell you something?
No. Please don't.
Wait… that voice… it sounds familiar…
Nah. Probably nothing.
Weird… I'm starting to feel something—like, actual touch.
Is that... a light?
Shi—
|•Great. So I've been reincarnated… or something.•|
I looked around—everything's in color now.
Strangely enough, the world looks like one of those anime shows I used to watch from time to time.
And something feels off. Like there's something broken inside me.
No matter. I'll figure it out later.
For now, I realize I'm inside a clothing store… standing in front of a changing room.
What the hell am I doing here?
—"Issei-kun, how do I look?"
I turned toward the voice, even though I knew for damn sure that wasn't my name.
—"You look super cute, Yuuma-chan!"
I said it enthusiastically.
Wait… what?
I didn't say that. I don't even know this girl's na—
Oh.
Shit.
This is DxD.
Of all the damn places in the multiverse, I had to end up in the body of the perverted boob addict himself?
Meh. Could be worse.
This might actually work in my favor.
Anyway, no time to overthink. These two are headed to the park.
And it really sucks not having control over this body.
If I could, I'd run to the most crowded place I could find.
But whatever. This is going to hurt.
"Yuuma" suddenly stopped and turned to face me, her eyes now dark and cold.
—"Issei-kun, can I ask you something?"
I raised an eyebrow, confused.
—"Of course, Yuuma-chan."
Amazing. We're about to get stabbed, and this stupid body is playing along.
—"Would you die for me?"
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