Transmigrated With A Time Chamber In DxD

For this brat who dared hold ideas of molesting his sister, he'd educate him in place of his useless father. Igor knew full well Issei was still at the age where he could still be corrected. Sitting him down and conversing with him? Useless.

That could be done after the boy's brain was formatted and recoded, and the best way to do that was through a thorough beating.

"You're going to learn today."

Pa!

"AAAAAAAH!"

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"STOP! STOP HITTING MY SON!"

A woman in her thirties came sprinting across the park with a sake bottle in her hand. She had brown hair and hazel eyes, her face contorted in rage and fear.

"?"

Igor turned his head and saw the woman running to him, fully ready to smash the bottle across his head.

Before she could get close, he calmly placed Issei on the ground and turned around…

*Grab!*

…just to catch her hand in mid-swing.

"Good. I was wondering who were the parents of this undisciplined child."

The moment he turned around, a well of fear formed in Miki Hyoudou's heart. Igor was tall with a very defined physique. She felt very small in front of him and his firm grip on her arm unnerved her.

The veins on his calloused hands and forearms were prominent and his cerulean gaze was very intense.

Just his imposing physique alone weakened knees, nevermind his intense yet casual gaze. No one would blame Miki if she cowered and--

"Who gave you the right to hit my child!?"

The woman exploded in rage. She tried wrestling her hand from him, but she couldn't get it to budge in the slightest.

"Do you know why I disciplined your child?"

Once more, that pool of fear rose once more. Igor's strength exceeded her expectations and his calmness made her feel unease. But this fear was like a small bucket of water in a bathtub of righteous motherly fury.

"I don't care! You aren't his father!"

"You are correct. I would never let a woman like you birth my child."

"You…!"

Not only did he hit her child, he even had the gall to insult her! Yet Igor cared not for her feelings. A mother who indulges their children is no different from waste to him.

"I am certainly not his father, for no son of mine would casually tell a girl he wants to touch her breasts when she grows up--"

"You're lying. I don't believe you! You're lying!"

"..."

In place of Miki's incredulous reaction, Igor calmly raised his free hand and took the bottle from her hand.

"You know I'm telling the truth. You know what your child is capable of."

This woman was very lucky Issei was a child. If the boy was even remotely older than fifteen, she'd be dealing with his corpse.

He understood Miki's instinct to defend her child, but that was it. Just because he understood didn't mean he'd be understanding.

"My sister is turning eight this year. Your son is a year older. How can a child this young know and desire a woman's breasts like someone twice his age? Does this not speak of your indulgence?"

Every word he said was like an arrow. Not once did he break eye contact with her.

"You have failed to educate your child. Now my sister has to bear the consequences. She may not fully realise your son's words now, but when she does grow up in the future, they will scar her."

He calmly reiterated his displeasure. A woman's body was her palace. Asia would undoubtedly treasure herself in the future. If she understood the gravity of the claims made on her body, it would undoubtedly haunt her.

He didn't even want to think of how she would feel if in her blissful young age, she'd agreed to let him touch, unaware of the consequences and implications.

"Hyoudou. Restrain your son, or the world will do it for you…and it will not be kind."

"..."

Igor let go of Miki's arm and walked away. He's already disciplined Issei. Atleast for the next few month to a year or two, he was sure the boy would restrain himself. Even if his parents remained indulgent, Igor was sure Issei would remember this moment everytime he thought of doing something perverted to any of his sisters.

{Hmph! Scum! You should've beaten him more.}

[I wished I did, but that's enough. I'm disciplining him, not scarring him.]

He didn't need to look back to know Miki was cradling her crying son in her bosom. He also didn't need to know how at the sight of her son crying, all the words he said prior would flow out the other ear.

"I'll call the authorities! You had no right to beat my son!!"

Miki uttered the threat in full view of everyone. Multiple parents, especially fathers looked at her with a somewhat displeased frown.

All of them heard the boy proclaim he'd touch the girl's breasts when she grew up. Some, if not most approved of the brother's actions in disciplining the boy.*

But with recent changes in times and news of a law soon to be enacted against child abuse, many couldn't help but wonder how this young foreigner would handle this.

"..."

Igor stopped in his tracks. Miki's words didn't frighten him. It would be beyond humiliating if he let some weakling humans arrest him. But atleast for the time being, he didn't want to add uniformed officers in his body count.

"I suggest you don't do that."

He subtly turned to face Miki.

"Your family can't handle the consequences."

"..."

He left that one sentence and walked away---and that unnerved Miki. His calmness didn't sit well with her. His threat…she didn't know what he meant by his statement, but fear of the unknown shrunk her righteous motherly fury by more than half.

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Time passed once more with no repercussions. Miki had soon left with Issei and Irina, leaving Asia and Akeno to play with some of the other children.

They seemed to be unaffected by the previous episode, distinctly highlighting a child's short attention span.

There were a slooge of some dissatisfied strangers who gave Igor glances every now and then, seemingly in complete disapproval of his earlier actions, but none of them dared called the authorities.

It wasn't because they were terrified, but because they couldn't figure out this young man's background. Just a single sentence had the mother silent and obediently retreat without a fuss.

His clothes were of high quality so maybe he was a noble scion of some corporation. It was common knowledge large corporations had a team of lawyers with plenty of money to burn in court.

No one wanted to pit their budget against a potentially rich heir, especially for a child who wasn't even theirs. Kuoh's never seen any poor foreigners and no one wished to take any chances.

As for the person in question, he sat next to Shuri, content to watch his sisters play with other children. He cared very little for the differing looks he received, but Shuri seemed to care.

"Dimori-kun. Are you not afraid you went overboard?"

She asked more with intrigue than worry.

"He was wearing cargo shorts so the blows didn't go through. His cries came more from fear than pain. In comparison, Akeno's punch to the top of his head would've hurt more."

"Fufufu~. Indeed, Akeno-chan has quite the strong fist."

"Of course she does."

A smug smile formed on his face.

"She was taught by the best."

"Ara ara~. Such daring words, Dimori-kun. I fear under your tutelage, my daughter will grow muscles."

"What's wrong with muscles? She'd be a goddess of war with biceps that could crush stone."

"Fufufu~. But…"

She stretched out her slender arm.

"...are you sure this isn't better?"

"..."

Gently, Igor took her arm and lowered it with a stony face.

"Careful. We must not expose our allegiance to the Third Reich."

"..."

"..."

*Eyes meet…*

*Smiles widen…*

""Pfft…""

"Pwehehehehehe."

"Fufufufu~."

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[1] All of them heard the boy proclaim he'd touch the girl's breasts when she grew up. Some, if not most approved of the brother's actions in disciplining the boy.

Explanation: This is still the early 2000s. Corporal punishment is still widely accepted and used, especially by the older generation. This does not in any way reflect my preference for corporal punishment. I'm just going with the times. Don't drag me into any debates.