With Asuna fleeing to her bedroom to hide beneath the blankets, Vahn decided to just lay down for a few minutes, blankly staring at the ceiling. It wasn’t until several nearly identical mint-haired Maids came into the room that his eyes came back into focus, preempting their questioning by saying, “Please, leave the lunch items here. As for the tea and cake, take them up to Asuna’s room after a few minutes have passed…”
Dutifully followed Vahn’s orders, the group of five quickly arranged everything on the table next to the sofa before as ‘eldest’ sister, Chachaichi, asked, “Master? If you aren’t feeling well, I have been modified to be able to give massages.”
To emphasize her statement, Chachaichi removed one of her gloves, revealing an extremely intricate mechanical hand with visible joints. From within the microscopic pores at the tips of her fingers, a tiny amount of fragrant oil began to build up like condensation. Vahn instantly recognized the oil as the kind he used on Eva, bringing an affectionate smile to his face as he politely replied, “Maybe next time. Thank you for your concern, Ichi-chan.”
Hearing her Master’s response, Chachaichi pulled out a handkerchief to deftly wipe away the oil from her hands before covering them with the characteristic white gloves used to each of the Chacha sisters, Chachazero included. Then, alongside the rest of her sisters, she folder her hands across her lap, bowing politely before filing out of the room in an orderly line.
Waiting until the group had departed, Vahn released a sigh as he used his Telekinesis to guide a pastry to his mouth. Asuna’s words had prevented him from worrying about what Eishun had said, but, due to her age, Vahn couldn’t help but feel introspective following her little ‘surprise’.
Though Asuna had made up her mind pretty early on, largely thanks to the ‘support’ of her mother, that didn’t make it any easier to accept her affections. She was simply too young, and, though this wasn’t the first time he had dealt with a similar situation, Vahn’s paternal instincts prevented him from ever becoming accustomed to it.
Raising his hand toward the ceiling, the focus in Vahn’s eyes began to gradually fade away as he muttered, “Life moves on in a never-ending cycle…there is no sense in worrying about the future when there are countless things you could be doing in the present…”
Hearing his own words, Vahn’s eyes immediately came back into focus as he tilted his head to the side and asked, “What just happened…?”
Understanding the question was directed toward her, Sis answered, (*It seems your subconscious thoughts surfaced for a brief moment? If I had to guess, it is probably related to your unawakened Mind Innate. At the very least, there weren’t any external forces acting upon you to influence your thoughts.*)
Rather than feel relieved by Sis’ words, Vahn couldn’t help but frown slightly as he thought about what purpose an Innate that caused him to spew random philosophies might serve. It almost felt like he was trying to make excuses to justify his actions, something he had been proactively trying to avoid since his initiation of ‘The Fall’ back in the Nasuverse…
As this thought crossed his mind, Vahn couldn’t help but shake his head as he moved to a seated position. Innates always took on a form and function suitable for their users, so, rather than develop doubts about something that had yet to even awaken, it made more sense to focus on the goals he had set for himself. Thus, after adopting a lotus position, Vahn allowed his thoughts to melt away as an indecipherable yet pleasant tone began to echo in the most distant regions of his subconscious…
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Opening his eyes, Vahn found himself seated atop an altar-like throne, his body in a similar lotus position as his outside form. There were various candles burning around him, and, kneeling on the ground to his front, hands clasped in prayer, an indescribably beautiful woman in garments suitable for the High Priestess of a fantasy religion could be seen reverentially lowing her head.
Though he could hear the woman’s prayer in the back of his mind, Vahn had developed the habit of filtering out such things since it always sounded like a vast crowd of people trying to talk over each other. That didn’t mean he couldn’t selectively listen to prayers, however, so, with an amused smile on his face, Vahn opened his mind to the woman’s heartfelt-
Before he could even finish his thoughts, Vahn’s mental processes came to a halt when he heard the woman internalize, (“Though I might not be worthy of such grace, I pray the day when I can devote my everything to the Lord comes even one day sooner. Even now, the aching in my body continues to grow….ahhn…control yourself, Jeanne…the Lord is watching…”)
Despite her own attestations that she was being observed, the woman, Jeanne, allowed her hands to part. Then, without realizing he was actually watching her, she began to roughly squeeze her left breast before slipping her hand between her thighs and staring up at him with an impassioned look on her face…
As if time had immediately ceased flowing, Jeanne’s hands stopped completely as she stared back at the ‘deadpan’ expression on her God’s face. All thoughts within her mind had completely ceased as an overwhelming feeling of shame began to creep up on her. At the same time, however, she felt as though a massive blaze had been ignited in her body, compounding the aching feeling that had existed within her body from the moment her God had anointed her the status of High Priestess…
Before she realized it, Jeanne had started to squeeze her breast with a bit of force, her eyes fixed on the image of her God looking down at her. She saw no disgust anywhere within his gaze, and, even as the intensity of her movements began to increase, he made no effort to stop her. There was even a bit of redness creeping into his ears, and, after a few seconds, Jeanne felt as if her heart was going to explode when she saw him gulp what she assumed to be his saliva…
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Though Vahn had seen women masturbate many times, the sight of Jeanne pleasuring herself in sacramental vestments was unlike anything he had ever seen. It felt like he was bearing witness to something ‘forbidden’, and, though he had been aware of her burgeoning desires, this was the last thing he had expected to happen…
Just as this thought crossed his mind, Vahn witnessed something even more unbelievable. Jeanne, perhaps emboldened by his silent observation, hiked up the edges of her skirt to reveal that, rather than pristine white panties, her vestments hid silky black, slightly transparent, lingerie. This was a stark contrast to the ornate white gown she wore in the execution of her duties, and, based on the impassioned look in her eyes, Vahn understood the reasons she concealed such garments beneath her robes…
As interesting as it was to simply observe such an ‘awe-inspiring’ scene, Vahn didn’t have the habit of disappointing the expectations of his women. Jeanne might have been excluded from this group in the past, but, seeing her devotion replaced by a palpable yearning, refusing her any further was simply impossible.
With a simple wave of his hand, Vahn caused the vestments concealing Jeanne’s body to fade out of existence. This revealed the transparent black babydoll underwear she wore beneath, but, even more prominent than her perfectly sculpted figure, Vahn’s eyes were drawn to the silky black choker wrapped around her neck. The limited omniscience provided by his Realm allowed him to ascertain where she had obtained such a garment, and, much to his surprise, she had actually ‘stolen’ it from Atalanta…
Noticing the gaze of her God, Jeanne couldn’t help but avert her eyes, even as her face flushed to a dangerous degree. She had no excuse for her actions, and, though she felt guilty whenever she met Atalanta, she simply couldn’t bear to part with the stolen accessory…
Rather than blame Jeanne for the theft, Vahn decided he would just make it up to Atalanta on her behalf. She was generally pretty understanding, and, ever since he gave her Authority over both the Forests and Children, their relationship had become more than a little intimate. She also had a large collection of collars and chokers, so, while she undoubtedly noticed the absence of the choker, she wouldn’t particularly care unless someone tried to steal her original, hand-crafted, collar.
While producing several versions of himself at different locations within his Realm, Vahn made his way over to Jeanne, raising her from the ground and wrapping her in his arms. This was enough to overwrite her worries regarding the choker, her sky-blue eyes glistening with a hopeful light as she looked up at him with what could only be described as a ‘hungry’ look.
Vahn knew Jeanne could be very loveable at times, but, seeing her adopt such a sultry expression, a familiar possessiveness sprouted from within his mind as he leaned down to kiss her slightly parted lips. He could feel her voluminous breasts, some of the largest among his harem, squashing against his chest, and, though they had stood out quite a bit through the thin fabric, Vahn couldn’t help but smile slightly as he felt hardened protrusions poking against him.
Having already made up his mind, Vahn stopped kissing Jeanne after three minutes, allowing her to issue heated gasps as he traced his thumb across her moistened lips and issued the words he knew she wanted to hear, his voice deep and resonate as he said, “Your everything…I will take it and dye it in my colors…from this moment onward, you will belong to me…always and forever…”
Feeling a tantalizing tremble run through her body, Jeanne stared up at her God with even greater fervor visible in her countenance. If he hadn’t been holding her closely, she would have bowed until her forehead was pressed into the ground. Instead, she offered no resistance to his forceful hold as a surprisingly carnal smile spread across her lips. This even caught Vahn by surprise, and, for a brief moment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was the one about to get eaten up by the beauty in his arms…
Surprising him even further, Jeanne licked her lips in one of the most naturally seductive ways Vahn had ever seen before tiptoeing to whisper, “I have belonged to you from the moment you liberated me from the darkness. My only regret is that I don’t have more of myself to give…”
Hearing Jeanne’s words, Vahn couldn’t help feeling slightly confused. He was even tempted to read her thoughts for a brief moment, but, seemingly aware of what he was thinking, Jeanne smiled even more sultrily as she explained, “If it was within my power, I would have surrendered every version of myself in all realities to you. Knowing there are versions of me who will never experience this bliss…I can’t help but mourn for them…”
Imagining an ‘infinite’ number of scantily clad Jeanne’s surrounding him, each with similarly hungry expressions on their faces, Vahn couldn’t help but swallow a second time. This hadn’t escaped the uncharacteristically seductive Jeanne’s notice, and, as if to emphasize that her switch hadn’t simply been flipped, but broken, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, “I suppose I’ll just have to show you as much love and devotion as an infinite number of me could display…”
As if she hadn’t been bashfully looking away from him minutes prior, Jeanne took the initiative to initiate an even more passionate kiss. This was something she had been thinking about a lot as of late, so, now that she had the opportunity to devote herself completely, she wasn’t going to allow the chance to slip away from her…
(A/N: Alternate Titles: ‘I wonder what other modifications she has…’,’Omen to awakening’,’Oh my (OwO)…’,’Check Chapter Comments for images’)
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