“Since it was a special case, the matter of the back-door magic circle is fine. However, you may be punished for sexual contact with your master.”
Akeno-san touched her cheek with her hand and said this while giggling. “What! ?”
Hey, hey, hey! It’s quite serious if that’s true! I had touched Buchou’s body a fair amount, you know!? I had rubbed her breasts several times, and had stroked her thighs several times as well! At the school pool before summer vacation, I’d also applied oil all over her bare body, you know!? Ah, this is bad. I was being stimulated from remembering that sensation. Buchou’s body had been so soft and smooth. And yet, it had been elastic too, so it was amazing when I touched her skin…
Fuwa. While I was repeating that delusion, someone had gotten on my lap—wait, Akeno-san!? She was bringing her face close and was looking at me with an erotic gaze! Akeno-san took my hand, and…
“There’s no problem with skinship between servants. Like this—”
She guided my hand to her thiiiiiighs! Nuha! Akeno-san’s leg had the best softness and affected my brain! A nosebleed spurted out! And then my hand was—led to under her skirt! T-That’s… forbidden territory…I gulped. Because! Because, if I keep going like this, my hand will reach into her skirt…it will reach Akeno-san’s panties! Was she fine with that!? Was Akeno-san okay with me going all the way to her panties!? The instant my hand went beneath Akeno-san’s skirt—. Asia’s hand appeared from the side and grabbed my hand with a tug. Asia appealed with teary eyes as her mouth pouted in the shape of the “he” character. “Akeno-san’s influence is too strong, Ise-san will become a pervert…”
“Ara-ara. Asia-chan, isn’t it healthy for young men to be a bit perverted?”
Arere? Based on the conversation just now, had it been decided that I was a pervert? But, if I can touch Akeno-san’s body, I don’t mind being a pervert! Ara? Koneko-chan would usually make a sharp retort at this timing, but…when I looked over at her, I saw Koneko-chan’s form looking out the window. She was completely ignoring us even though we were making so much noise! She doesn’t seem to be the usual Koneko-chan…Next to her, Gasper also seemed to have trouble speaking out. And then—. “Look who’s talking, Asia. Generally, skinship between master and servant is quite natural.”
—. This voice is…When I turned my gaze, my master was there, a red aura enveloping her entire body! She was angry! And extremely pretty! Why was she here!? Didn’t she have to be in the first train car ahead!? B-Buchou! This is bad! Akeno-san was on my lap while having a lewd look on her face! My hand was on the verge of venturing inside her skirt! I tried to free my hand, but Akeno-san brought my hand to her mouth. Nuchu. My middle finger made a watery sound, and went inside Akeno-san’s mouth! Uhaa! The sensation of the inside of a girl’s mouth made my brain melt! It was warm and slippery, and furthermore, my finger was wrapped around by her tongue! Moreover, she sucked it! It seemed like various things were being sucked up! When Akeno-san pulled my finger out from her mouth, a trail of saliva could be erotically seen connecting to my finger! “Stealing from the master gets me fired up.”
Akeno-san smiled at Buchou with a defiant gaze! S-Scary! Erotic, but scary! “A-Akeno, that’s en—”
“Princess Rias. Communication with your servants is fine, but isn’t an example of procedure also good?”
Buchou’s angry voice was interrupted, and a third person had unexpectedly appeared. It was an elderly man. He had the appearance of a train conductor. Was he the conductor? His white beard was dandy. “I-I’m sorry…”
“Ho-ho-ho. For the little princess to be concerned with the topic of men and women. I’ve lived a long life.”
Buchou’s face turned a deep red at the man’s happy laugh. Taking off his hat again, he bowed his head to us. “Nice to meet you, all of the princess’ new servant devils. I am Reynaldo, the conductor of the Gremory private train. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
We also stood up and bowed at his polite greeting. “N-Nice to meet you as well! I am Buchou Rias Gremory-sama’s [Pawn], Hyoudou Issei! Please treat me well!”
“I’m Asia Argento! Her [Bishop]! Please treat me well!”
“I’m Xenovia. [Knight]. Please treat me well from now on.”
All us new devils greeted him. Akeno-san had also returned to her seat before I was aware of it. She seemed a bit disappointed at having to part. Akeno-san’s ero-attack was dreadful! Even I couldn’t move! Could my chastity be stolen before I know it!? She’s amazing, our [Queen]! Though her occasional girlish behaviour was even more intense! With the greetings finished, the conductor—Reynaldo-san took out a unique machine for some reason, and captured us on what seemed to be a monitor. “U-Umm…?”
Me, Asia and Xenovia were troubled by this reaction. Buchou and Akeno-san seemed to know what it was. “This is a machine from the Devil world that checks and compares you. The fact that this train is formally entering the Underworld is important and therefore all modes of transport require inspection. It would be a serious matter in the case that there is some fabrication. In the current time, it would be quite serious if someone occupied the train.”
I see. So he was confirming whether we were the real thing with that machine. Buchou told us while smiling. “Your records give your piece designations, and when transmitted it is registered as data in the Underworld. That’s why they check it with this machine. There’s no problem. Since everyone here is who they say they are.”
Though she said that, it let out a “BI-BI!” alarm over me, which didn’t mean “ IMPOSTOR!”, right? I was slightly afraid, but then it let out a light “PIKON” sound, and our checking was passed. “Princess, with this both the checking and the formalities for the entry of the new faces here are finished. Now you can all rest and relax until we arrive at the scheduled station. There are also beds to sleep in and places where you can have a meal, so please use them until we reach our destination.”
Reynaldo-san smiled pleasantly. Ooh, so our entry is finished with that! That machine really is convenient. “Thank you, Reynaldo. Is Azazel next?”
Buchou turned to look at sensei, but he was sleeping soundly. “…What nerve that guy has, sleeping in the train of a race that were his enemies till just the other day.”
Buchou had a face of amazement, but she was smiling a little. “Ho-ho-ho. The Governor of the Fallen Angels really is peaceful.”
Reynaldo-sama also laughed pleasantly. Really, whether you call him courageous or just audacious, Azazel-sensei was a Fallen Angel Governor that got agitated by nothing. The check was finished while sensei kept sleeping, and the safe entry process of all club members was completed. About forty minutes after our departure, we heard an announcement while we were killing time by playing cards. [We will momentarily be breaking through the dimensional wall.