Chapter 370: Oversight
[January 7th DxD/August 30th DBT]
"Is it really necessary for students to live in dorms at such a young age?" asked Kushina, looking troubled and more than a little concerned as she spied on Naruto preparing for his first day at the Rising Dragon Academy via one of Vahn’s projected displays.
"I also feel it’s a little early, but I trust Misla’s and the board’s judgment..." stated Vahn, affectionately caressing Kushina’s ass as she leaned against him for comfort and support. He had stayed with her the previous day and throughout the night, and seeing how things were going, she wasn’t likely to let him leave her room anytime soon—not that he minded.
"At least I don’t have to worry if he’s eating well..." muttered Kushina, her somewhat watery blue eyes fixed on the display as Naruto and Itachi sat at their shared dining table and used holographic displays to choose what they wanted for breakfast. Once they were done, the food materialized in front of them in a flash of bluish-white light, sparing the five and six-year-olds from having to prepare it themselves.
"You about ready to head out...?" asked Vahn, reminding, "It’s nearly time to relieve the wet nurses."
"Mmn...you’re not wrong..." responded Kushina, gazing at the display with a reluctant expression before closing her eyes, exhaling a weary sigh, and waving it away with her left hand. In truth, there was still an hour until the scheduled shift change, but Vahn knew from experience that Kushina was slow to leave. As evidence of this, she shifted onto his lap before leaning forward with her hands on her voluminous butt and her fingers spreading her leaky, visibly pulsating, and notably flushed pussy.
"Just two more..." hummed Vahn, readying his dick with his right hand and guiding Kushina to sit flush against him, her voracious pussy devouring his thirty-five centimeters with ease before clinging to him like a vacuum seal and tightening rhythmically from her entrance to her depths as if she were trying to milk him. Vahn had previously talked Kushina out of reincarnating as a Devil, but 45,792 Source-infused creampies over five years had given her a figure and skills that could humble a Succubus. This used to include A-Rank Bedroom Arts, but after the Skill reached S-Rank, it fused with her A-Rank Innate, Uzumaki Physiology, to become the somewhat peculiarly-named D-Rank Innate, Dragon God’s Sacred Cavern...
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[Dragon God’s Sacred Cavern]
Rank: Innate(D)
[Passive]: After persistent, unrelenting efforts, your body has become uniquely adapted to mating with the Dragon God of Intertwining Fates and Infinite Possibilities, Vahn Mason. When having sex, you increase the pleasure you and your partner experience depending on the length of the intercourse.
[Active]: Manipulate the Mental, Physical, and Spiritual Energies in your body to produce a form of Chakra unique to the Uzumaki: Spiral Chakra. This Chakra can be infused in people and objects to produce continuous rotational energy.
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"Are you ready~?" hummed Kushina, her tone sensual and playful as she braced herself with Vahn’s knees, sucked in her bottom lip, and activated her Innate. As she did, it felt like the inside of her pussy became a vortex, simultaneously producing a powerful suction and tremendous pressure as she began slowly raising and lowering her soft, round, and tantalizing ass.
’I’ve created a monster...’ thought Vahn, closing his eyes, leaning his head back, and clenching his teeth as Kushina’s pussy proactively siphoned his vital and spiritual essences. At the same time, his nervous system lit up as tremendous pleasure radiated through it, causing his brain to feel like tens of millions of ants were swarming around it. If anyone else were to switch places with him—bar a handful of exceptions—they would be killed within seconds. As for Vahn, he got to enjoy the intense stimulation as often and for as long as he desired. But since he preferred being on the offensive, it wasn’t long before he guided Kushina to recline against him, allowing him to pull her knees up to her shoulders and fuck her from below...
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"Hmmm...I’m not opposed to the idea, but wouldn’t the karmic backlash be fairly high unless someone from the Cyberpunk universe requested we dispatch them...?" asked Venelana, responding to Vahn’s explanation and the revelation of his intention to seed the setting with Mana via the use of Tutorial Towers.
"That shouldn’t be too difficult..." contended Vahn, gesturing with his left hand and causing a life-sized, three-dimensional hologram of the roughly 150cm-tall Rebecca to appear atop the wooden coffee table before them. In response, Venelana, seated atop his left thigh on an ivory-white, gold-backed leather chair, raised her left brow and remarked, "Quite an...exotic appearance, this one..."
"Compared to some from her world, this is tame..." stated Vahn, exhaling faintly from his nose before explaining, "Her name is Rebecca Perez, and though she might not look it, she’s evidently twenty-seven years old and a native of the verse’s principal setting: Night City, California."
"I’m guessing she isn’t particularly satisfied with the state or structure of her world?" asked Venelana, resting her head against Vahn’s shoulder and caressing his exposed abs with her white-gloved right hand.
"That’s putting it mildly..." responded Vahn, pulling up Rebecca’s profile to allow Venelana to peruse it. Doing so took her less than a second, causing a troubled frown to mar her face as she muttered, "Poor girl...it’s a wonder her spirit hasn’t been broken altogether..."
"It’s because things like this appear to be the norm in Night City. At least if you’re not born the descendant of a corporate executive..." sighed Vahn, re-reading Rebecca’s profile. Her mother had disappeared when she was six years old, and her father, a notorious Solo-mercenary who went by the moniker Papa Sunrise, followed suit roughly four years later. The truth of the matter was that her mother had been abducted by Scavs and had her cybernetics and organs harvested. And when her father finally tracked down the group responsible, he perished in his attempt to seek revenge, leaving a nine-and-a-half-year-old Rebecca and her nineteen-year-old brother, Pilar, to fend for themselves in a city that didn’t care if they lived or died. And that was just the tip of the proverbial iceberg...
"So, what do you want to do?" asked Venelana, her narrowed, violet eyes scrutinizing Rebecca, particularly her matching pink tattoos, in detail. Her right thigh had a bar-code-like tattoo spelling out PK DICK. Her abdomen had a ram’s head with its horns following the contours of her ribs, and the nose tapering, effectively pointing toward her crotch. And then there was her neck, bearing what looked like a combination of a stylized skull and a pair of hands squeezing her neck, denoting her previous affiliation with a group called The Mox and giving the impression she was constantly being choked.
"Well, right now, another me is waiting to see how she reacts to receiving a payday of four million Eurodollars from David and Lucy," answered Vahn, expanding, "Lucy wants to flee Night City with David and go into hiding to mitigate his risk of Cyberpsychosis and being captured by Arasaka. David wants to stay, but if Lucy insists, he’ll go with her, leaving behind Rebecca and his crew. Ideally, they’ll at least try to explain things to her, but if they don’t, I’m presuming she’ll do something self-destructive that requires me to intervene..."
"Ara? Planning to play the hero rescuing the damsel in distress, are we~?" asked Venelana, speaking the words directly into Vahn’s right ear, causing it to burn.
"Mmn...she is pretty cute..." droned Vahn, mostly just playing along with Venelana’s teasing. Rebecca’s and the previous Miao-Miao’s dollification was less of an aesthetic choice on their part than something forced upon them by circumstance, so if she were willing, he would readily restore her original body.
"Then, how about turning her into a Devil to give her an edge in the world to come~?" asked Venelana, causing Vahn’s eyes to flash thoughtfully, as Rebecca becoming a Devil wouldn’t simply give her an edge—it would let her steamroll the competition. And since the act of infusing Mana into her world was an extraordinarily destructive one, having its source be a once-innocent girl turned Devil by her setting’s callousness was almost...poetic.
With such thoughts in mind, Vahn and Venelana segued into deliberating whose Peerage, if any, Rebecca should join. Venelana volunteered herself, but as much as Vahn valued and relied on her, he didn’t feel her influence would be the best thing for Rebecca. On the other hand, Misla’s would be too gentle. Thus, after much consideration, Vahn decided it might be best to elevate Rebecca herself to the position of a King, allowing her to create her own Peerage to effectively take over and rule her world—ensuring her the agency she had been denied nearly her entire life...
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With David ultimately acquiescing to Lucy’s demands that they flee Night City, a petite woman with pale, turquoise-green hair fixed into twin tails, distinct yellow-green eyes with red sclera and pupils, and oversized red and blue hands that resembled gauntlets, was in the process of returning to her home with a bottle nearly as long as her torso was tall in her right hand. She, Rebecca, had initially been excited when she learned she was receiving four million Eddies(Eurodollars), but when she realized that the person who had transferred it was cutting and running without taking her with him, she immediately fell into a state of depression.
"Stupid David...and damn that Lucy..." grumbled Rebecca, barely able to walk straight and completely unaware of her surroundings as she walked past the entrance of a usually abandoned alley. That evening, it had four lying in wait, each sporting holographic masks to conceal their identities as they rushed toward her at the same time a van pulled up from her left.
"Huh? What the hell do you bastards want...!?" Rebecca barked drunkenly, smacking the closest figure with her oversized right hand, fracturing their right arm and sending them crashing into a wall. Unfortunately, two of her remaining assailants shot her with powerful tasers, causing her to cry out and black smoke to discharge from the ports around her upper arms and behind her ears.
"Bag and tag her...!" shouted a burly woman with dark skin and an orange visor from within the van, disguised to look like an ambulance. Before the remaining assailants could obey, however, Rebecca’s senses didn’t simply return; her drunkenness disappeared, and the damage done to her circuits was undone. Her mind felt crystal clear, giving her the wherewithal to fire her rocket-propelled gloves at the Scavs trying to force her into the false ambulance. Underneath were a pair of large, seemingly golden hands with flexible, multi-segmented fingers—fingers she promptly used to slice the neck of the woman attempting to grab her from behind.
"You fucking Scav bastards thought you could get one up on me, did ya!?" exclaimed Rebecca, her expression one of intense fury as she pulled the choking woman from the ambulance and leaped into its interior, producing red and blue handguns which she promptly unloaded into the back of the vehicle’s driver. She was already in a terrible mood, so while it wasn’t the most sensible thing to do, she emptied the clips of both guns, screaming at the top of her lungs even after her pistols had begun producing clicks in place of firing.
Departing the ambulance, Rebecca locked her eyes on the only Scav still able to move, a gaunt man lying on the ground who pulled a pistol on her and immediately opened fire.
’Well, fuck...’ thought Rebecca, closing her eyes and instinctively raising her hands to protect her face and torso with her cybernetic arms. They were resistant to small arms fire, but she fully expected to get hit a few times, particularly in the legs, abdomen, and thighs. Thus, she was more than a little confused when she felt nothing—no impact, burning heat, or pain.
"What the fuck is going on...?" Rebecca asked aloud, her words reflecting her thoughts as she lowered her hands to find the bullets fired at her had stopped in mid-air. The Scav on the ground was similarly shocked by this, but as he turned and tried to flee down the alley, Rebecca’s fury returned with a vengeance, compelling her to exclaim, "And just where do you think you’re going, you fucking asshole!?"
Pouncing surprisingly far despite her small stature, Rebecca landed both of her heels on the fleeing Scav’s left Achilles tendon, causing him to cry out and stumble forward. She also stumbled, landing heavily on her butt, but recovered quickly. Immediately after, as the Scav raised his hands to protect his face and cried out for mercy, she frenziedly beat him to death with her oversized hands, reducing his head and much of his upper body to meat pulp and cybernetic enhancements before her anger was abated, replaced, once again, by confusion...
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