Chapter 365: Suspicion : Roulette
’This doesn’t look like Shalba’s handiwork...’ noted Vahn, his expression serious as, after having Sis reverse the flow of causality, what appeared before them was a barren, completely lifeless planet that looked like an apple bored through by several worms. Its molten core was completely missing, leaving behind a porous, hollowed-out shell with no organic life and no atmosphere.
(It’s not impossible, but I agree) said Sis, reasoning (*He would have at least needed to regain his full strength. But, even if he had, I can’t think of a reason to explain why he would do this. Shalba is, or at least was, a very prideful man. He isn’t the type to destroy something he built with his own hands—not unless he stood to gain even more in doing so.*)
’And we’re not able to tell if he’s alive or where he went...?’ asked Vahn, a slight frown marring his face as he already knew the answer. Shalba was from outside Invirtua, so while he might not be able to gain access to the Dimensional Gap of DxD, he could produce barriers and sub-dimensional spaces that his and Sis’s Administrative authority couldn’t detect directly or peer into. Their only practical way of locating them would be searching for areas they couldn’t detect. However, with functionally infinite realities to explore, it would be akin to trying to find a specific molecule of water in an ocean with ever-shifted currents.
(I will continue searching for him, but the most practical option available to us is strengthening the integrity of Invirtua as a whole) contended Sis, explaining (*The more real it becomes, the less significant Shalba’s power in comparison. There is a non-zero chance that he could ally himself with powerful villains or evil gods, but if this were truly his doing, he is far more likely to try to install himself over them.*)
"Haaaaaaaa...why are people so obsessed with standing above others...?" asked Vahn, closing his eyes and exhaling a protracted, exasperated sigh. Then, gazing at the hollowed planet, he deliberated for several seconds before raising his left hand with his fingers spread wide. There wasn’t any energy within the void to concentrate, so he enkindled the Source within his body to produce a luminous sphere of golden Touki before discharging it at nearly the speed of light toward the planet.
Though nothing happened initially, the result of the nearly five-hundred-million-degree sphere burning through the predominantly stone planet as if it were made of foam, Vahn experienced a moment of profound awe as the moon-sized structure briefly collapsed inward before vaporizing into a sphere of golden light nearly seven thousand kilometers across. This was only achievable due to the planet having no defenses, but it never ceased to both amaze and ground him that he, or anyone, possessed the capacity to destroy entire worlds with such...ease...
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After returning to his palace, Vahn was tempted to keep the news of Shalba’s presumed escape to himself so as not to ruin the palace’s festive atmosphere. However, as Venelana naturally asked about it when it came time for their daily conference, he couldn’t simply lie and say nothing was amiss.
"Hmm...as concerning as this news is, I’m afraid there isn’t much we can do other than continue to be vigilant..." contended Venelana, seated with her arms crossed and one leg over the other in her usual white and black-trimmed lingerie.
"Is this Shalba guy even a threat...?" asked Medaka, genuinely curious as she had heard about Shalba’s detention and the relative ease with which the man had been defeated. As far as she was concerned, they could just capture or outright kill him if he appeared again.
"Not to us, perhaps," stated Rias, mirroring her mother’s posture but in a pink, black-trimmed bra and thong as she reasoned, "But if he manages to gain a foothold in a world outside the Pavilion’s purview, he could increase his power at the expense of its inhabitants."
"Sure," conceded Medaka, offering a curt nod before asking what she felt was the most pertinent question, specifically, "But does that truly matter? Countless tragedies are occurring, and entire realities are being destroyed across Invirtua as we speak. And since this Shalba guy is an outsider, any action he takes will accrue a Karmic deficit, all but guaranteeing he will be eliminated, brought low by his own greed and hubris."
"It ultimately depends on whether his fate is tethered to our own," stated Vahn, drawing everyone’s gazes as he sat with Koneko lying cross-armed atop his lap, allowing him to pet her as he explained, "The Pavilion tries to do more good than harm to the worlds we connect, so we’ve always been prepared for an organization that does the opposite to appear. This could be the precursor to that inevitability, meaning Shalba has as much wiggle room to commit evil acts and atrocities as we’ve done good..."
"Ah, so that’s how it is..." muttered Medaka, crossing her arms under her ample bosom, barely contained by her lavender, purple-trimmed bra, and cupping her chin thoughtfully.
"That being said, you’re right in your assessment that countless terrible things are happening across Invirtua at any given moment..." appended Vahn, a hint of melancholy tinting his expression as he reasoned, "To that end, we should continue doing our best to be a nexus point of opportunity and growth. We should also aspire to be the best versions of ourselves so that when trials and tribulations occur, we can face them head-on without fear or shame..."
"As expected of our husband~" chimed Yasaka, starting a relaxed round of applause by lightly clapping her left palm with the fingers of her right hand. Soon after, the conversation pivoted toward that day’s scheduled events and festivities. Venelana had invited eighteen idol-like horse girls from a setting called Umamusume to participate in an event dubbed The Pavilion Grand Prix, followed by a concert. Around the same time, one of Merlin’s companions, Escanor, the Lion’s Sin of Pride, would be having a title match against a man named Azrael, hailing from a setting called Blaz Blue. Both were semi-finalists in the Mister Termina competition, and the winner of their match would determine the de facto ’manliest man’ among the realm’s floating male population—excluding S-Ranks and members of the Pavilion to ensure fairness...
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[January 1st DxD/August 24th DBT]
’Incredible...’ mused Vahn, arriving alongside Venelana at the venue she had prepared to celebrate his birthday. Spending the morning and early afternoon with his kids had already left him feeling fulfilled, but seeing a roulette wheel of panty and stocking-clad asses ready and waiting with their upper halves concealed caused his pupils to dilate and his brain to tingle at just the sight.
"Now, before I take my own position, let me explain the rules~" hummed Velelana, beaming triumphantly as she explained, "To kick things off, our lovely assistant will be spinning the wheel six times."
Waving her gloved right hand and modeling pure white, angel-themed lingerie with a heart cut out of her top, Asia happily chimed, "Good luck" before Venelana continued her explanation, stating, "Whoever the wheel stops on receives the honor of being impregnated by you there and then. No cheating, okay?"
Hearing Venelana’s words, Vahn’s eyes flashed, a broad smile spreading across his face as he grabbed her and smolderingly remarked, "You know me so well..." before giving the buxom, flaxen-haired Devil a suffocatingly passionate kiss. Then, as she took her position within the wheel, he took his own within a square, his usually aquamarine eyes shimmering red as, among the forty-eight asses present, several belonged to women he had yet to impregnate and really wanted to.
’It’s a shame I can’t choose this one...’ mused Vahn, staring down at the exceptionally round and plump ass presented before him, unmistakably belonging to Tsunade. He imagined she had volunteered to place herself in that particular slot to decrease the likelihood of the wheel stopping on her, but with a negative modifier on her D-Rank Luck, compared to his S-Rank, the odds of her ass ending up back in front of him were higher than most.
"Alright, here goes! Good luck, everyone~!" chimed Asia, grabbing one of the handrails framing each ass and giving the wheel a powerful spin that caused them to blur and meld into a waving line of fleshy pink and white with occasional flashes of brown.
’Bring me that ass...’ Vahn mused to himself, fully expecting Tsunade’s to appear before him but just as welcoming of any other. Fortunately for the former Jonin, who Vahn heard audibly sigh in relief, she ended up several positions down from him as the wheel slowed and finally stopped, putting him in line with a fair, round, and toned ass that was nearly identical to the one directly across from it in the wheel.
"Well, hello, Mira..." hummed Vahn, immediately recognizing the inviting bottom, bound in a white lace thong with stockings and a garter belt, as belonging to the Mirajane from Earthland. In response, she swayed her butt seductively from side to side, remarking, "Looks like you won one of the grand prizes~" in a playful, almost sing-song tone.
Reinforcing Mira’s claim, Asia triggered a bunch of party poppers and a rain of confetti as she struck a pose with her hands raised and a radiant smile adorning her face, exclaiming, "Congratulations! Since you landed on one of our linked pairings, you get to impregnate both Mira and Jane! Glory to the Dragon God~!"
Though he was a little taken aback, recalling that Mira and Jane had previously refused to bear his child out of consideration for their shared younger sister, Lisanna, Vahn opened his yukata, activated his Stalwart Adonis, and eagerly got to work seeding the S-Rank Mage wagging her butt before him. He knew the two well enough to understand they would have talked things through with their sister before choosing to take part in the event, and with Lisanna herself participating, he had no reason not to manifest a Flower Clone to seed them at the same time...
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"Oh, for the love of—this was rigged from the start..." asserted Tsunade, allowing herself to believe, at least for a moment, that she would be able to avoid the inevitable after Vahn’s fifth spin had her stop one position to his left—leaving Kukaku sighing exasperatedly to her right.
"Hey, you didn’t have to be here..." reminded Kukaku, grinning wolfishly as she distinctly recalled the look of relief and the cheeky grin Tsunade gave her when she was the one being pounded and inseminated.
"And if you’re not willing, you know I would never force you..." appended Vahn, his left hand grasping Tsunade’s ass cheek and spreading her anus and pussy, causing the latter to leak viscous strands of her steamy fluids onto the floor as he ran his glans up and down the entrance of her clearly eager pussy. She might not want to have another baby, but the sounds of other women being impregnated had her yearning for his cock.
"Yeah, yeah...just stick it in me, you hopeless Dragon..." sighed Tsunade, gripping the handles provided for her and the others within the wheel to brace themselves before shifting backward, swallowing Vahn’s cock with her pussy. She didn’t want those who weren’t picked to begrudge her for refusing something the rest of them wanted, so she manipulated the flow of Chakra within her pussy to produce a powerful suction, drawing Vahn’s hips flush against her ass and his cock deep inside her.
Understanding Tsunade well enough to know she wouldn’t forgive him if he pretended to impregnate her but ultimately didn’t out of consideration, Vahn grabbed her waist and readily went to town on her, producing a loud papapa sound as his hips sent ripples through her ass and caused her breasts to bounce within the wheel. The beautiful blonde did her best not to moan aloud, but after thousands of dickings and 6,925 creampies, she relented fairly quickly, allowing her hot, husky, and sensual moans to echo loudly before crying out when he filled her womb with his thick and potent semen. At the same time, the energy from Vahn’s Stalwart Adonis flowed into her, revitalizing and stimulating her ovaries to release eggs as her milk-heavy breasts tingled pervasively, her milk production increasing in anticipation of a second mouth to feed...
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