Chapter 373: Shift
"What did you do to me...?" asked Rebecca, inspecting her fair brown hands with a slight frown. She hadn’t noticed it while they were having sex, but after tens of orgasms and Vahn cumming inside her five times, she realized the complexion of her body had changed and that she felt refreshed and comfortable. Her cybernetic hands had also shrunken to their original size, but if she focused, both they and her forearms would swell in size with glowing, pale orange, circuit-patterned gaps between her flesh-colored plating.
"I inserted something called a King’s Piece into your body—specifically the Machine King’s Piece..." answered Vahn, handing Rebecca a glass of freshly made strawberry lemon juice before taking a seat to her right and explaining, "It grants you three abilities. First and foremost, you can now interface and integrate with machines and cybernetics of all kinds, adding them to your repertoire. Secondly, you can absorb energy from objects or living organisms through your palms. Last but not least, it makes you very nearly impervious to mental attacks and degradation."
"So I can chrome out as much as I want without turning into one of those psycho freaks...?" asked Rebecca, a conflicted frown adorning her face as she couldn’t help feeling that David would have benefited from the King’s Piece a lot more than her.
"I know what you’re thinking..." noted Vahn, preempting Rebecca’s retort by revealing, "As a King, you now have the ability to create what is known as a Peerage. Explained simply, it allows you to reconstruct the bodies of up to fifteen people, endowing them with special abilities tied to the Piece they are granted. As their power increases, so will yours. And as a bonus, they will inherit your unique characteristics and resistances."
"Sounds too good to be true..." muttered Rebecca, meeting Vahn’s gaze with a half-lidded, slightly pouty glower as she asked, "What’s the catch? You get our souls or something?"
"It’s wise to be suspicious of other people’s intentions, especially those who call themselves Gods..." affirmed Vahn, causing Rebecca’s frown to deepen as he gently caressed her now brown hair and stated, "But this is the reward for your hard work and the kindness you’ve shown others. The only catch is that I expect you to be better than those who’ve oppressed the people of your world. You’re free to kill those who deserve it, but don’t be quick to pass judgment or assume someone is guilty by association or default. I’m not asking you to become a Hero or an Arbiter of Justice, but I won’t abide you becoming another oppressor..."
"Tch...do I look like a scum-sucking Corpo to you?" questioned Rebecca, grabbing Vahn’s wrist, removing his hand from her head, and placing it on her fleshy and soft right thigh as she asserted, "I may not be a Saint, but I understand the difference between right and wrong. All I need to know is how far you’re willing to support me. Like, do I have access to unlimited funding? What about weapons and stuff? If your tech is half as advanced as you say it is, you should have hardware that makes the Sandy look like a toy."
"Mmn...you’re not wrong..." affirmed Vahn, slipping his left hand behind Rebecca’s back and surprising her by repositioning her to sit on his lap before stating, "But I think you’re underestimating how powerful you’ve become with just the King’s Piece. As an example, if you were to place your hands on a nuclear reactor, you could completely drain it of energy and weaponize it against your opponents. And since you and those you choose to form your Peerage will have access to the Tower of Ascension, the place the Tutorial Towers are based on, you will be able to grow faster and stronger than anyone else in your world..."
"That’s awesome and all, but I didn’t become your dick-rider to have to work hard to become stronger..." remarked Rebecca, her tone flat and her electric-blue eyes half-lidded as she pulled her feet up on Vahn’s knees, spread her own, and began stroking his dick, poking up from between her thighs and nestled against her pussy.
"Coincidentally, the more I cum inside you, the stronger you become..." hummed Vahn, caressing Rebecca’s flat and toned abdomen with his left hand and holding her gaze with a relaxed smolder. Barely twenty minutes had passed since they finished having sex, but he wanted her to get past the notion that being with him was merely a means to an end as soon as possible. He wanted her to enjoy and look forward to the time they spent together...
"Sure it does, choom..." responded Rebecca, looking unconvinced but still leaning back and sliding up against Vahn’s body, allowing her to guide his cock to her sensitive pussy. As it stretched her insides to their limits and pressed snugly against her cervix, she couldn’t help opening her mouth to exhale a hot, passion-tinged sigh. She wouldn’t admit it, but she had been hoping that she and Vahn would continue since she had a lot of stress she still needed to work through. And after experiencing the pleasure his cock could confer, she intended to use him frequently from then on...
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[January 11th DxD/September 3rd DBT]
"Man, I can’t wait to see the looks on those Corpo bastards’ faces when they realize that the tech they thought made them better than everyone else is now a limiter~" chimed Rebecca, standing next to Vahn atop the second-tallest building in Night City, her eyes gleaming with expectation. Notably, in place of her previous jacket, she was wearing the black, blue-and-white streaked jacket of a Fire Force member and black booty shorts, finding that the former matched well with her re-dyed turquoise hair and luminous blue eyes.
"When you’re ready..." muttered Vahn, placing his left hand supportively on Rebecca’s shoulder from her right.
"Let’s fucking do this..." said Rebecca, a broad, toothy grin adorning her face as she held up a cylindrical remote with a red plunger at the top and unhesitantly depressed it with her thumb. As she did, the evacuated plaza ahead of them began to quake as the 140-story, 620m-tall Arasaka Tower began to crumble, the result of a cylindrical black tower rising through it like a spear, one of 1,363 appearing at roughly 690km intervals around the entire planet.
"Take that, you Corpo motherfuckers...!" exclaimed Rebecca, pumping her right fist, sticking up her middle finger, and cupping her bicep with her left hand. She knew that her decision was going to result in millions of people dying, but with the introduction of Mana into her world, the badlands that covered more than seventy percent of the planet’s surface would become verdant forests, dense jungles, and grassy plains. And by backing up the Old Net to an enclosed server sealed within the moon’s hollow core, there would no longer be legacy data to recover or rogue AIs preventing people from reestablishing a global telecommunications network. A lot of people were going to die, but many more would be born in their newly revitalized world.
"It’s done..." muttered Rebecca, her fleeting vigor replaced by a feeling akin to melancholy. She wasn’t sad, per se. If she had to put what she was feeling into words, she would describe it as a weight being removed from her heart and mind. It was relieving, but she also felt a sense of loss where all her anger and frustration had once dwelled.
"You’re wrong..." countered Vahn, prompting Rebecca to turn her head and look up as he stared down at her with a smile, asserting, "This is a new beginning—not just for you, but everyone who calls this world their home..."
"Yeah, yeah...whatever you say, Choom..." muttered Rebecca, donning a distinctive white cat mask with electric-blue accents, large eyes circled by luminous paneling, and an advanced air filtration system. As she did, her hair changed to a similar shade of blue, her pigtails becoming wispy flames, the tattoo on her left thigh disappearing, and her voice altered as she said, "You can go back now. I’ll take care of things from here."
"Alright. Let me know how things go, and if you require additional support, you know how to reach me..." reminded Vahn, giving Rebecca’s shoulder a supportive squeeze before removing his hand.
"Hey, hold up..." said Rebecca, removing her mask midway through Vahn’s turning to leave. When he looked back at her, she had a slightly pouty and flushed look as she demanded, "Give me a kiss before you go..."
"Gladly..." responded Vahn, adopting a smile as he approached and hefted Rebecca up by her round and deceptively full bottom. In the process, she wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles and wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders as they made out with sirens, gunfire, and the occasional explosion echoing around them. The city, and the world as a whole, was in complete chaos. However, at that exact moment, the only thing the two of them concerned themselves with was their kiss...
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At the same time that he was accompanying Rebecca, another version of Vahn was reading a report on the progress the Pavilion was making in the world of Bleach. Shaka had securely established himself as Director of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute, and due to Yoruichi killing off the Heads of the clans who were inciting conflicts in the Seireitei, they were encountering less resistance from the Central 46.
’It shouldn’t be much longer before we’re able to open the gates...’ mused Vahn, a faint smile adorning his face. The thought of issuing an ultimatum to Ichibei had crossed his mind multiple times, but since Yoruichi, Kukaku, Rukia, and the many others acting in their interests seemed to have things in hand, he restrained himself.
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Turning his attention to the buxom, mint-haired woman giving him an almost mechanical deepthroat, her pale hazel eyes staring intently at him from beneath a white, skull-like mask with shadowy eye holes and goat’s horns, Vahn smiled and asked, "Isn’t your throat getting tired?"
Interpreting Vahn’s words to mean he wanted her to use something other than her mouth to please him, the woman, Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, rose to her feet and straddled him, her white-sleeved arms and gloved hands wrapping around his neck and shoulders as she stated, "It is my honor to serve the Dragon God..." in a cool, resolute tone.
"I’d be happier to have you as a companion..." countered Vahn, exhaling faintly from his nose as Nelliel guided his cock to her pussy, twisted her hips until he was nestled inside her, and began riding him in silence. This version of her had never had her mask broken, so while she was markedly more conscientious and had greater emotional range than the majority of Hollows, she lacked the bubbly, somewhat silly, and affectionate persona she would have developed in her child form.
Seemingly having spent the silence contemplating Vahn’s words and her response, Nelliel asked, "Are you asking me to become your wife? If so, I do not believe I am worthy..." while continuing to bounce and subtly twist her hips at a steady, alternating rhythm atop him.
"And what makes you unworthy...?" asked Vahn, sliding his hands along Nelliel’s soft, somewhat cool thighs and grasping her round, exceedingly toned butt. He didn’t know if it was because her Resurreccion granted her the form of a centaur or another factor entirely, but her ass was nearly on par with Ghislaine’s in terms of its tautness and resilience.
Not sure how to answer, Nelliel continued to hold Vahn’s gaze in silence for several minutes. She knew he was attempting to awaken emotions in her that presently didn’t exist. However, she couldn’t understand why or how either of them would benefit from her doing so. People who acted or made decisions based on their emotions were rife with flaws, and even in her current state, she could please him and vice versa.
With such thoughts swarming within her mind, Nelliel elected to kiss Vahn in place of answering him with words. She knew from experience that this would get him to focus on their coupling. Then, once she had sufficiently satisfied him, she could make use of her room’s built-in time compression to deliberate on the matter at length...
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