“Of course, there’s some biotechnology and magic theory mixed in,” the mohawk devil added. “But Alchemy is the core.”

Ethan watched him. The guy seemed to be a mad scientist obsessed with his craft. After a quick scan of the lab, Ethan returned to the main question. “So, that breast-sucking plant… you called it your ‘dream.’ What’s the deal?”

The devil stopped tinkering. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s an invention meant to bless the world, and you destroyed it.”

“Try me.”

The devil finally explained. He was a Stray Devil who had abandoned his master to focus on his research. The monster combined dragon traits with plant biology. It would suck the “essence” from busty women and eventually grow a fruit. Any woman who ate that fruit—no matter how flat she was—would grow massive breasts.

His dream was to make every woman in the world “well-endowed.” Even if he could only look at them through their clothes, he would be satisfied.

Ethan’s forehead creased. This obsessive devotion to tits felt familiar. He didn’t share the sentiment—he was more of a leg and foot man himself—but he knew a certain red-haired pervert who would probably worship this guy as a god.

“I see.” Ethan grabbed the devil by the collar. “Mr. Stray Devil, in the name of the Gremory Household, you’re under arrest.”

He had expected a dangerous villain, but the guy was just a pervert with a brain full of breasts. Since he was a Stray, Ethan had to do his job.

“…” The devil was stunned. They were having a nice chat; why the sudden betrayal? He had appeared before Ethan knowing he couldn’t win. He was heart-broken that his dream was dead.

I might not be a good devil, but this guy is a real dog! the stray thought.

…

Ethan handed the mohawk devil over to Rias and explained the situation.

“I didn’t think a Stray would be hiding so close to the school. You’ve done well again, Ethan,” Rias smiled. She had Akeno teleport the bound devil to a dungeon in the Underworld.

“President, is this kind of technology common?” Ethan asked.

“Not really common, but not unheard of,” Rias explained, remembering Ethan was still relatively new to the supernatural world. “Using Alchemy and Magic to create life forms has been around for a long time. They look strong, but they have flaws: no growth potential, no reproductive ability, and low intelligence. Making them better than that is too expensive for mass production.”

“To think he’d go through all that just for breast enhancement… and betray his master for it,” Rias looked at the mohawk devil, who was currently kneeling in the magic circle, staring intensely at her and Akeno’s chests. “He’s a unique one, that’s for sure.”

“Heh…” the devil chuckled darkly. “You really do have a magnificent pair of tits, Princess Gremory.”

Ethan’s eyes turned cold. He didn’t mind the guy being a pervert, but staring at his woman like that was a step too far. “President, can I just kill him?”

Rias saw the jealousy in Ethan’s eyes and let out a playful, charming giggle. “Ethan, sending him to the dungeon is a much worse fate than death.”

“Then I’ll give him a parting gift.”

Ethan summoned a Light Spear and drove it through both of the devil’s eyes. The holy light intensified the pain a thousandfold. The mohawk devil screamed and writhed on the floor, the sensation of ten thousand insects biting his brain searing through his nerves. It was too late for regrets.

After the teleportation was complete, Ethan visited Sona to give her the report as well. He had to keep the balance between the two presidents.

The next day, Ethan chatted with Basara Tojo. Two more girls were out with anemia—likely the ones Ethan had seen the night before.

“Don’t worry, there won’t be any more victims,” Ethan said confidently. Basara knew about Ethan’s connection to the Gremory family and nodded in relief.

“By the way, Ethan, I heard a very cute blonde girl showed up in the first-year building today. Apparently, she’s been out sick since school started.”

Ethan’s lip twitched. I hope it’s not what I think it is. Gasper shouldn’t have been able to leave his house, let alone go to school, unless something—or someone—motivated him.

“Basara, where do you get all this news?” Ethan asked. The guy had only been here a few days and was already more informed than him.

“Oh… I made some friends. They tell me things,” Basara said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Do these friends happen to have names?”

“Uh…” Basara hesitated. “Issei, Matsuda, and Motohama from Class 1-E.”

Ethan: “…”

The Pervert Trio. Figures. There was no one better at gathering intel on “cute girls” than them.

“How did you meet them?”

“They found me…”

Boys were a minority at Kuoh. The moment Basara transferred in, the Trio had approached him under the banner of “brotherhood.” In reality, they wanted to expand their spy network into Class 2-A. All the high-quality beauties were in Ethan’s class, but since Ethan and Kiba were the only boys there, the Trio had no way in.

Issei actually thought Ethan was a good guy—Ethan had given him “dating” advice before. But between the rumors of Ethan being a lady-killer and Issei’s own embarrassing failures, he had been too shy to talk to him. Basara, while handsome, seemed more approachable—and he had two beautiful “sisters.” The Trio was determined to be his best friends.

Ethan knew the rumors about him were true—aside from a few girls, he had basically claimed the entire class. Every day at school, seeing the way the girls interacted with him, Basara felt his face flush. Several times, he had seen Ethan leave with a group of girls during lunch, only for them to return smelling… unmistakable.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep