Chapter 71: News Reporter!

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The opulent strains of a haughty voice echoed through the room, pulling Issei from the depths of his sleep. "You lowly commoner! Have you not realized that the sun graces the sky, heralding a new day? Your mistress grows impatient! A refined lady such as I requires the unwavering service of her attendants... especially her most favored one."

Blinking his eyes open, Issei squinted at the source of the voice - an alarm clock with a digital interface that showcased a young woman, her raven hair cascading in perfect curls, wearing an expensive-looking gown that hinted at a life of luxury. Each day, a different character emerged, designed to motivate or, in this case, annoy him out of bed.

Rubbing his temples, Issei groaned, "I swear, I got barely any shut-eye." His bed, a mess of tangled sheets, bore testament to a restless night.

A smirk formed on the digital maiden's lips as her eyes narrowed mischievously. "If your intentions are to remain ensconced in that bed of yours, I might have to resort to... less conventional methods. Don't test my patience."

Rolling his eyes, Issei grumbled, "Of all the personalities, they had to go with a high and mighty Ojou-sama today." With a swift motion, he silenced the alarm. Letting out a long yawn, he stretched, his muscles aching in protest. It was the beginning of another day, and there was a lot on his plate.

With Xenovia and Irina's transfer procedures nearly finalized, he anticipated their admission to Kuoh Academy any day now. Although he hadn't personally seen the completion of the formalities with Sona, Issei held a strong hunch that the meticulous devil girl had wrapped up the remaining details. The only thing that remained was the matter of uniforms. He wondered if the duo had gone shopping while he was away in Kyoto.

Stepping into the cozy expanse of his living room, Issei was greeted by an unexpected yet pleasant sight. Xenovia and Irina stood next to each other, attentively assessing their respective outfits in the reflection of a tall mirror leaning against a wall. Their striking appearances were heightened by the pristine Kuoh Academy uniforms they donned, the crisp blazers and neatly pleated skirts adding to their charm.

A sigh of relief escaped Issei's lips, 'So they did manage to get those uniforms while I was away. One less thing to worry about,' he mused.

Both girls, sensing his presence, turned their gazes towards him, their faces lit up with a mixture of eagerness and apprehension. The room's atmosphere thickened with anticipation, and Xenovia, her teal eyes shining with curiosity, broke the silence, "Issei, what do you think? Do they suit us?"

Issei's gaze swept over them, a fond smile playing on his lips, "You two look like you've walked straight out of a dream I once had." His tone was teasing and light.

Irina, with her angelic features, blinked in confusion. Her cheeks taking on a rosy hue as she stuttered, "D-did you just…"

"Relax," Issei chuckled, holding up his hands defensively, "It's just an expression, Irina."

Her flustered face seemed to deepen in color, "I just... I mean... I thought you were hinting at something more... intimate."

Raising an eyebrow in mock surprise, Issei grinned, "What exactly did you think I was suggesting?" He couldn't help but draw out the playful banter, finding her reactions endearing.

Irina fidgeted, her gaze dropping to the floor, "It's silly. Let's not delve into it."

However, Xenovia, with her usual straightforwardness, tilted her head and remarked, "I was under the impression that Issei meant we'd make ideal girlfriends for him."

Irina's expression morphed into one of sheer mortification, her skin deepening to a hue reminiscent of a ripe tomato. Without a second thought, she swiftly lunged at Xenovia, the latter's words hitting a nerve. "Xenovia, stop! Don't say things out loud! Especially not in front of Issei!" she exclaimed.

"But I thought it was obvious that you liked-" Xenovia began to retort, but was abruptly cut off as Irina's hand covered her mouth in a desperate bid to silence her. The two grappled momentarily, causing a minor commotion as they tumbled onto the plush living room rug.

Issei, ever the observer, shifted his attention from the playful wrestling match to a neatly stacked set of papers on a nearby table. On closer inspection, he recognized them as transfer documents and class schedules. The sight raised his eyebrows in surprise, and a hint of suspicion crept into his eyes.

"I don't remember bringing these back," he mused aloud, intentionally loud enough to divert the two girls from their playful scuffle.

The moment his voice reached them, their movements halted, and they promptly regained their composure. Both girls, their uniforms now slightly ruffled, approached Issei with hurried steps.

Irina, brushing back a stray strand of hair and clearing her throat, began, "Well, there was this devil girl who stopped by last night while you were out. She had short, ebony hair, glasses that seemed to accentuate her serious demeanor, and... let's just say she wasn't too pleased with your absence."

Xenovia chimed in, her tone contemplative, "She radiated an air of authority, almost as if she had a bone to pick with you. It's odd, but she didn't seem to warm up to us either. Given our background as exorcists, I would've expected a reaction, but it felt like she couldn't—or perhaps chose not to—recognize our origins."

"Sitri…so she brought them over here herself, huh? Did she even ask about my whereabouts?" Issei pondered aloud, a mix of curiosity and concern furrowing his brow.

Observing Issei's reaction, Xenovia and Irina exchanged fleeting glances before breaking into laughter. The sight of the typically reserved Xenovia chuckling was an unusual one, and she took a step towards the television, her fingers poised to bring it to life.

Meanwhile, Irina leaned in closer to Issei and, with a teasing grin, remarked, "Oh, come on, Issei. Everyone already knows where you were last night…it's practically headline news."

Issei's eyes widened in disbelief, his shock palpable as he approached the television with quick strides. The screen illuminated, revealing the news broadcast that had captured his attention.

"Street Racing in Japan…a minor nuisance or a gathering storm endangering society?" The news anchor's voice carried a weight of concern as they delved into the latest report. "In a startling turn of events, the city of Kyoto bore witness to a high-stakes motorcycle race last night, pitting rival factions of the Yakuza against each other in a dangerous showdown. Sources identify the enigmatic participants by their aliases—'Mr. Black' and the infamous 'Red Dragon of Kuoh'."

The footage shifted, revealing glimpses of the chaotic race intertwined with images of sleek, powerful motorcycles. The tension in Issei's chest grew as he recognized the very scene that had consumed his previous night.

"With eyewitnesses coming forth, details of the race are beginning to surface," the reporter continued, their tone grave. "Authorities are working to piece together the puzzle left in the wake of this reckless event. Local police have pieced together parts of the race and have captured images of these two riders and their motorcycles." A news reporter announced.