Chapter 375: Crossroads
[January 23rd DxD/September 15th DBT]
"Mmn...I may not agree with you keeping this a secret from your son, but I can’t complain about the view..." hummed Vahn, relaxing atop his bed as Gloria changed into a skimpy Maid bikini nearby. She was a little unsteady on her feet after spending nearly the entire night having sex, but she took her job as a First-Class Maid seriously and was planning to finish at least one shift before retiring to her room.
"Should I top you off before I go...?" asked Gloria, staring back at Vahn with narrowed eyes and a tired smile while fixing her hair into a ponytail.
"Actually, I’m ordering you to take a paid break for the next day or two..." stated Vahn, exhaling faintly from his nose as he remarked, "I appreciate your eagerness, but you don’t need to keep approaching me to ensure I’ll look after your son..."
"So I’m free to do whatever I want...?" asked Gloria, narrowing her eyes and preempting Vahn’s response by making her way over to the bed and crawling onto it. After pushing him onto his back, she then straddled him, pinning his cock against his abdomen and aggressively grinding against it as she said, "Then I’ll stay here..." in a firm, decisive tone.
"Then I guess I’ll have to continue accompanying you until your anxieties are thoroughly assuaged..." sighed Vahn, sliding aside Gloria’s black bikini bottoms and allowing her to guide his cock to the somewhat swollen, hot, and leaking entrance of her pussy.
"Dios mio..." sighed Gloria, closing her eyes and exhaling hotly as her tight, recently virginal pussy reached capacity with barely half of Vahn’s cock inside her pulsing walls. He had decreased its size to accommodate her in the past, but after she realized what he had done, she insisted that he revert to his standard 30cm, asserting she didn’t need his pity.
With Vahn dutifully supporting her ass and outer thighs, Gloria met his gaze with a narrow-eyed smile and began raising and lowering her hips, starting slow and slowly picking up speed. What the former didn’t know was that she was determined to have his child, having heard how much he cared for each of his children. She believed that was the best way to secure both her and her son’s futures, so unless he expressly told her to stop, she was determined to continue riding him at every opportunity he permitted.
Though he was unaware of Gloria’s intentions, Vahn was more than willing to cum inside her as often as she desired. He liked proactive women, and she had made a lasting impression on him despite her short screentime in the Edgerunners anime. He didn’t like that she was only with him because it benefited her, but since she was far from the only one, he accompanied her for the remainder of the morning and early afternoon—affording her a total of fifty-seven creampies over the course of eighteen hours...
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While his other selves were spending time with his kids, going to town on Gloria and Kushina, and being groused at by Tsunade for teasing her, the version of Vahn that spent nearly all his time in the command theater had an annoyed grimace on his face. With the increase in Termina’s population and the permanent opening of the Tower, there had been a notable uptick in crime. Most were fairly petty, generally resulting in the offending party paying remuneration to the victim, but the report he was currently looking at detailed an incident where a drunken Paul Greyrat exposed himself to a Sister, citing something ridiculous about getting even with him for stealing his women...
’This guy never learns...’ noted Vahn, leaning onto the knuckles of his right hand as he pulled up and reviewed Paul’s record. He knew the man wasn’t malicious by nature, but due to his upbringing as an Asuran Noble and the general depravity of his setting, his common sense and self-restraint were distorted, to say the least. Paul had lost his virginity at ten—which wasn’t considered unusual in his world—assaulted another main character, Lilia, at twelve, harassed and assaulted dozens of additional women during his time as an Adventurer, and even taken advantage of Ghislaine, a member of his own Party, when she was vulnerable during mating season.
In the Mushoku Tensei canon, Paul was supposed to have calmed down after marrying his wife, Zenith, and becoming a father. But even though he had promised he would only sleep with his wife before they got married, he couldn’t help making a move on their Maid—the same woman he had sexually assaulted when he was twelve—while Zenith was pregnant with their second child. The Maid, Lilia, had technically seduced him, but it was Paul’s decision to act and continue pursuing her on a near-daily basis until he inevitably got her pregnant.
Further complicating the situation, Vahn knew precisely why Paul sought to get even with him. The man had been annoyed when Ghislaine refused his regular advances and later got pregnant with his child. Even worse, at least from Paul’s perspective, his wife, Zenith, a former zealot of the Millis Faith, had become an adherent of the Church of Interwtining Fates. This originally benefited Paul a great deal, as Zenith had permitted him to add Lilia to his harem. However, from the moment he began openly flirting and spending quality time with the buxom, auburn-haired Maid, Zenith started spending more time at the Church...
Recalling the last communion ceremony, which had a lingerie-clad Zenith in attendance, hands clasped as she entreated him on her knees for good fortune and the health of her son, Vahn closed his eyes and exhaled from his nose. He had never done more than place his hand atop Zenith’s head, but he couldn’t blame Paul for resenting him. He had two Titles that made other men resent him, so by allowing Zenith to practice her faith and view him as her God, it wasn’t difficult to comprehend why the man would seek to retaliate against him.
’But that doesn’t excuse his actions...’ concluded Vahn, opening his eyes and reading through Paul’s list of offenses for a third time. The man had paid the necessary remuneration for his offenses, but that was meant to cover for the occasional lapse in judgment. The system wasn’t conceived to allow people to get away with as many crimes as they pleased, so long as they could afford to pay. But if he decided to make an example out of Paul by stripping away his status as an Ascendee, Vahn was worried the man would become even more vengeful, potentially leading to a domestic incident...
Unsure of what to do, Vahn briefly considered contacting Venelana. But when he opened a display to see what she was up to, he found her in the middle of a chat with Misla and Aileen’s mother, Elizabeth. He was a little surprised to see the latter modeling black lingerie, but as scant attire was the dress code on the seventh through ninth floors of his palace, she was likely just abiding by their rules.
Since he didn’t want to interrupt the trio, Vahn briefly considered several other options before deciding to seek the opinion of someone who would be directly affected by his decision—Zenith. She was currently reading a book in the lounge of the detention center where Paul was being held, so when she received his message, she readily agreed to meet...
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’I can kind of empathize with Paul...’ thought Vahn, resisting the urge to close his eyes and exhale a tired sigh in response to the buxom, blonde, lingerie-clad woman kneeling before him with her hands clasped together as she expressed, "I am honored to bask in the light of the Dragon God..."
"I acknowledge your faith, but that isn’t why I called you here. Rise, and then sit..." said Vahn, preparing a chair for Zenith to sit across from him as he watched her with a relaxed posture atop an ivory-white, round-backed leather chair.
"As the Dragon God wills..." responded Zenith, rising to her feet and then leaving Vahn at a loss for words as she approached and promptly perched herself atop his left knee and thigh. Had his legs been closer together, he got the distinct impression she would have straddled him. Instead, as the pliant softness and warmth of her ass spread across his thigh, she gazed at him with a clearly expectant look, her hands folded neatly atop her lap and the outside of her right ass cheek and thigh precariously close to his bulge.
"I brought you here to discuss your husband’s recent actions..." started Vahn, a slight frown marring his face. He wasn’t expecting Zenith to perch herself atop his lap, and since she had done it so naturally, he felt it would make things even more awkward if he told her to move.
"Please, allow me to apologize on his behalf..." expressed Zenith, closing her eyes and bowing her head as she reasoned, "I know my husband can be impetuous at times, but he’s not an evil man. I will not request that the Dragon’s Pavilion excuse his behavior, but if he is given the opportunity, I am certain he can redeem himself..."
"In just the past year alone, he’s accrued thirteen offenses. What kind of opportunity do you suggest we provide him?" asked Vahn, doing his best to appear calm and composed even as Zenith, almost certainly by design, shifted further onto his lap as she raised her head.
"Truth be told, it’s my fault..." sighed Zenith, exhaling faintly from her nose and smiling sadly as she explained, "My husband has lacked purpose ever since I forced him to retire early from adventuring. Before we met, he was an exceptional talent, reaching the Advanced rank in all three of the major swordsmanship schools at the impressive age of twelve. By seventeen, he was the leader of one of only eighteen S-Rank Parties in operation across the entire world..."
Looking down, her expression tinted with melancholy, but her gaze fixed on Vahn’s bulge, Zenith appended, "Just as he was beginning to reach the pinnacle of his life and career, I had him give up everything to be with me. I believed I could change and tame him, but Paul has never been the type to be fettered by others. He ran away from home when he was young, and even when the Water God herself offered to take him on as an apprentice, he declined and even attempted to fight her, determined to carve his own path..."
"Are you suggesting that we commission or delegate an important task to him?" asked Vahn, raising his gaze thoughtfully as he considered the idea. At the same time, entirely as a result of muscle memory, he placed his left hand on Zenith’s left ass cheek, absentmindedly squeezing and caressing it as he distractedly mused, "It’s not impossible...I originally had Ghislaine doing something similar, but she wasn’t very good at it. If Paul is willing to become our agent, it’s not inconceivable that he could become a Hero on par with Ars..."
"Mmn...I sincerely believe he would be happiest traveling the world and adventuring as he used to..." affirmed Zenith, causing Vahn to snap back to his senses as she rather abruptly repositioned herself so that his bulge was nestled between her round and full ass cheeks. Then, with her hands holding onto the chair’s armrests, she began grinding against him, rubbing her pussy against his bulge with only the fabric of her panties and his thin yukata separating them.
’This is definitely a byproduct of Wife Hunter...’ thought Vahn, exhaling a faintly exasperated sigh from his nose. Ever since he acquired the Title, he felt as though the attention he received from married women had more than doubled. And with his Charisma stat increasing with his fame and the faith people had in him, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say he was the target of nearly every woman with even a mild amount of discontentment toward their existing partner. In Zenith’s case, she felt that by devoting herself to him, she would be liberating Paul to resume living as he pleased. Her faith had always been the essence of her being, so while she spent the rest of her life serving him, Paul would be free to date and have sex with as many women as he pleased...just as she believed he desired...
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