The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 12: Deserved Rest/Disturbing Guests

"Really? That happened?"

"Really crafty. And to use human weapons? Unconventional..."

"Unexpected..."

"Hahaha! Indeed, my little Rias came up with the perfect plan, offering herself and her group as a diversion while the second team took out the rest."

"Oh!"

"Like I always said, Rating Games are not all about overwhelming power, but the battle of wits and tactics." It seems her father drank too much — again — making him blurt out things he normally wouldn't say.

"Please, dear, let the guests have some breathing room..."

"Ah! But it is a joyous day! We are celebrating the first Rating Game victory of my daughter!"

"This again..." Dressed in a beautiful dress, Rias shook her head, blushing as she heard her father speak not far from her.

Her father had drunk too much already. Now, her mother was giving her a subtle glare that just made things worse — a subtle side glance that was not evident to anyone who did not live in the same household as Venelana but freezing everyone who knew her closely.

She looked really angry, and that was an understatement!

All around, the cream of the devils conversed. The surviving members of the 72 Pillars and even some of their vassal houses were invited to this party. Her parents really went too far this time.

To invite so many people? She was almost ashamed, yet, she had to be here! They celebrated her first Rating Game victory — and with it, her freedom from that forced arrangement.

But why did she feel there was something amiss? Why was she unsatisfied with this "hollow" victory? All these people were coming her way to congratulate her, yet, she just doesn't feel it is right. She didn't feel this victory was her own and her group's!

Standing there, she only feels she didn't deserve this.

"Ah, Buchou, is something wrong?" In the next moment, Issei approached her, tilting his head in concern.

"Ah! Ise!" Suddenly, Rias hugged him. She needed someone to comfort her, especially now! All these people and their fake smiles were just too much to bear! "It is so good you are here!"

"Mmm!" Issei's head was basically pushed between her two melons, making the boy hyperventilate and leave a red stain on her pink clothes. Still, her dear little pawn's hot breath against her chest was comforting — just what she needed now—caressing his head, sniffing his hair filled her with peace and comfort she hadn't felt since this party began.

"Issei-kun..." Almost tearful, Asia watched Issei worried not far, but also, some kind of jealousy bubbled up in her. Subtly, she glanced down at her modest chest, starting to compare them to Rias' own.

"I see, you two found each other."

"I-It is not like that!" Hearing Sona's voice coming from behind, Rias let Issei go, making the boy collapse on the ground from the sudden daze, lack of oxygen, and blood loss.

"Issei-kun!" Asia immediately kneeled on his side. Like always, she was worried about the reckless boy. He was still exhausted from the battle that took place two days ago. He shouldn't push himself that hard!

"Ahhh..."

"Of course, it isn't..." Hummed the Sitri heiress, only giving a glance to the fainting, lust-filled boy.

"I would like to congratulate you on your victory officially." Albeit, she did so after the battle. It never hurt doing so officially before the public.