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Jason was just your average guy. Y'know—video games, anime marathons, no girlfriend, lots of opinions about power scaling. He loved "High School DxD," mostly for the plot (aka boobs), and especially Rias Gremory. He was a dude with a spine… and a definitely-not-weird crush on the crimson-haired demoness. So when he found that weird cursed-looking mirror at the flea market and the old lady whispered. "the queen is waiting," he should've walked away. But he didn’t. Because he was a dumbass.

The second he touched the glass, his body locked up. Panic surged through him as his fingers melted into soft, dainty shapes. His arms shrank and thinned—he could see the tone shifting beneath his skin, muscle smoothing into delicate curves. He gasped, except the sound came out way higher. Feminine. Sultry.

"Oh fuuu—ahhhnn~!"

His voice cracked like glass, flipping from "bro" to "bombshell" in seconds. And it wasn't stopping there. Jason's chest exploded forward like someone had detonated twin grenades in his ribcage. His shirt ripped clean down the middle, unable to contain the massive, obscenely perky breasts now jiggling proudly on his chest—nipples hard, sensitive, and very much not-masculine. His waist cinched tight and his hips erupted outward in a violent, sexy cascade of widening curves and plush, perfect ass. He dropped to his knees, despair gnawing at his bones.

"Wh-what's happening to me?!" he cried, but his voice was full-on velvet seduction now. His thighs pressed together involuntarily. "No! I don’t wanna be a gi—ahhhhnn~!!"

That's when the hair hit. A crimson wave of luxurious silk spilled down his back, catching the light like hellfire. He tried to pull it with his new dainty hands, but it just kept coming—thick, long, perfect—until he looked like a walking hentai cover. His face morphed next, cheekbones lifting, lips plumping into soft, glossy pillows, eyelashes stretching obscenely long. His eyes burst into a glowing sapphire, mysterious, commanding, sinfully seductive.

But the final touch? Diabolical. As a golden yellow bikini, which was only one step from public indecency, seemingly materialized from thin air, he knew he couldn't take much more.

He tried to scream, but it came out as more of a moan.

He tried to resist, but his fingers were already caressing his own breasts, spellbound.

And worst of all? He knew his name. No, not Jason. His real name. Rias. Fucking. Gremory.

Memories started flooding in—summoning devils, commanding familiars, teasing Issei with that knowing smirk. And as she stood up, she looked into the mirror and saw herself. The real her.

The Crimson-Haired Ruin Princess.

Powerful and stunning.

Jason was gone.
The queen had arrived.

And she was never, ever going back.