Though he had expected things to get a little intense, even Vahn was beginning to feel exasperated by the eve of his tenth consecutive day of lovemaking. Without using extreme means, it seemed like Yuri’s stamina and willpower would never run out; as, every time she was on the verge of defeat, her [Descendent of the War Goddess] Innate would consume the energy he had suffused into her body to provide a seemingly endless number of second winds.
With her strength steadily increasing, combined with the fact she was aware of their functionally limitless time, Yuri’s ‘enthusiasm’ never seemed to subside. She was having more fun over these last ten days than the hundreds of years preceding them, so, unless Vahn submitted and allowed her to take control of the situation, she had no intention of backing down. After all, the longer their battle went on, the greater her pleasure and the more powerful she became. This, combined with the fact it would be quite the conversational piece if she managed to endure for several weeks, months, or even years, compelled Yuri to keep rising irrespective of the condition Vahn had left her body in…
Fortunately for Yuri, Vahn wasn’t exactly known for doing things half-assedly. Some of the items he had forged took multiple months to complete, so, while he couldn’t help feeling exasperated, Yuri’s zeal wasn’t wasted on him. He was also curious to see if she could achieve a breakthrough similar to Modred, so, every time her blood-crimson aura effectively resurrected her, a wry smile would briefly appear across his face before he subsequently psyched himself up for another round. He took great pride in being able to satisfy all of his women, so, regardless of how long it took, he wouldn’t be the one to concede…
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Having weakened the bond between him and his original self, so much so that he almost qualified as a Template, Vahn’s offshoot was only vaguely aware of what was happening within the temporal distortion created by his counterpart. Instead, he busied himself with performing maintenance on the Black March and Green April, a relaxed smile on his face despite the fact the former preferred to observe the process whilst peeking over his shoulder with her arms around his neck.
Fortunately, despite her apparent tangibility, there were virtually no sensations whenever the Black March pressed herself against him. There was only a feeling of ‘awareness’ whenever they were in contact, and, though he was able to do things like caress her head, it was almost like he was petting empty air. This made it pretty easy to overlook her antics, as, even when she released hot-sounding sighs, the usual tepidity and moisture never came. It was almost like an auditory hallucination, and, were he to willfully ignore them, both Spirits would gradually disappear from his perception…
As the only person capable of directly interacting with their spiritual forms, Vahn felt it would be a little mean-spirited of him to completely ignore the two former Princesses. The truth of the matter was that they were desperately lonely, and, as a result of being sacrificed during the very first round of the Princess Selection Trials, they were understandably consumed by pessimism, resentment, and other negative emotions. They were also prisoners within their respective 13 Month Series, so, while it was a bit indulgent of him, Vahn didn’t mind spoiling them when the opportunity presented itself.
To this end, Vahn spent the better part of an hour wiping down the body of the Black March before polishing her blade to the point that a faultless gloss covered its entire length. This resulted in the Spirit of the Black March panting in his ear and writhing about quite a bit, but, without any weight to produce inertia, her movements didn’t interfere with the process. Instead, they caused the Spirit of the Green April to develop an increasingly more potent blush as the commencement of her own maintenance drew ever closer…
Finished with the Black March’s maintenance, Vahn held her up to inspect his work from numerous angles. This included looking down the length of her blade from the base of her hilt, an action that earned him an impassioned laugh from the blade’s spirit as she teasingly remarked, “That’s my butt you’re putting near your face…”
Ignoring the remark completely, Vahn rotated the blade in order to view the sheen from the other side. This caused the Spirit of the Black March’s face to turn considerably redder, but, this time, she opted not to inform him of which part of her body he was near. Instead, she gradually released her hold on his neck, levitating away from him before directing her gaze to the Spirit of the Green April and adopting a teasing smile.
Clicking her tongue in response to the Black March’s amused expression, the Green April resisted the urge to call the golden-haired brat a bitch as she floated over to Vahn’s back and took a seat with her own resting against his. Being in contact with his body drastically increased the amount of resonance between them, and, while it wasn’t necessary to perform the maintenance, being able to feel something as a Spirit was more meaningful than most people could imagine. They had existed for thousands of years without being able to experience such stimulus, so, even if she hadn’t fallen to a similar extent as the Black March, it was impossible for her to hate the only person capable of making her feel alive…
With a gentle smile spreading across his face, Vahn set the Black March against a bed of hot towels before picking up the hook-like Green April. This caused the Spirit at his back to tense up, but, the moment his index and middle fingers traced along the backside of her shank, her tensions gradually eased as a contented sigh escaped her body. (A/N: The shank of a hook is the larger part before the bend and barb.)
Though he had a substantial number of tools and fabrics to carry out the maintenance, Vahn always started with a massage of sorts. He was perfectly capable of producing oil from his fingertips, a skill he had borrowed from the Chacha Sisters, and, most importantly, the sapience of the two 13 Month Series made them highly susceptible to his Petting Laws and Hands of Nirvana. The Green April was particularly weak against these two, as, unlike the Black March, the material of her body was similar to crystalized yet highly flexible plant fibers. This allowed her to function similarly to a whip during combat, but, in his hands, it meant she was remarkably malleable and pliant.
Doing his best to ignore the muffled cries and phantom trembling from his back, Vahn waited until the Green April had become completely limp before gently kneading her full length over the course of twenty or so minutes. This caused dew-like moisture to build along her grass-colored shank, but, having experienced this a handful of times during previous sessions, Vahn kept a hot towel on hand to counteract this particular phenomenon. Then, with a subtle rainbow hue suffusing the entirety of his palm, he grabbed the base of the Green March, restoring her rigidity and subsequently restoring her original form.
Though he could have wrapped things up then and there, Vahn lightly flicked several sections of the Green April, each impact causing the entire length of her ‘blade’ to hum similarly to a tuning fork. Afterward, he flipped her upside down before pulling out a series of small brushes and loose fabrics to wipe down and clean between the creases of her hilt. This caused the Spirit of the Green April to bury her face into her knees, tightly embracing them as he methodically attended each of the most sensitive spots of her body. This process lasted an additional half-hour, and, by the end, both Spirit and weapon had started to release an emerald-green glow that left the former clinging to his back while the latter vibrated with enough force to produce subtle ripples in the surrounding Shinsu.
Finished with the procedure, Vahn gave the physical body of the Green April a careful examination before placing her atop a bed of her own. Then, despite knowing she might react negatively to any form of acknowledgment in her current state, he surprised the Spirit of the Green April by rising to his feet, turning around, and gently caressing her head. This caused an immediate scowl to develop across her beet-red face, but, before she could say anything, he interrupted her by whispering, “It’s okay. The Black March might tease you a little, but no one here will judge you…it isn’t a weakness to want to feel something…”
Shaking her head to escape from Vahn’s palm, the Green April responded by muttering, “Insatiable beast…” before looking up at him and adding, “Don’t think I’ll fall for your tricks like some lost child swayed by sweets. I might be willing to ignite for you, but you’re mistaken if you think I’ll be swayed by the ‘sincerity’ of someone with more than a hundred lovers…”
Despite the severity of her words, her ruddy complexion, combined with the conflicted look in her eyes, made it pretty obvious the Green April wasn’t being sincere. Thousands of years of loneliness had left a deep impression on her heart and mind, yet, in spite of this, the brief moments she spent with Vahn seemed to be overwriting her past grievances and suppressing her desire for revenge. It was for this reason that she opposed growing any closer to him, as, for the last six-thousand-years, revenge was what had defined her existence…
Offering a sad smile in response to the Green April’s biting words, Vahn decided not the press the matter any further. Instead, he placed the duo into his personalized Arms Inventory, a variant that greatly resembled a golden throne combined with a futuristic command console. There were also twelve slots located along its periphery, as, rather than a simple Arms Inventory, it was intended to serve as a replacement for the artifact intended to house the 12 weapons comprising the 13 Month Series.
Feeling a remarkable amount of comfort, an intrigued smile developed across the face of the Black March as the Green April’s glowering expression gradually faded away. Then, as could be expected, the latter promptly asked, “What is this Arms Inventory? It feels familiar…”
Nodding her head in agreement, the Black March chimed in, saying, “It reminds me of that boy with black hair on the Floor of Tests. I think his name was the 25th Baam…?”
Smiling in response to the Black March’s surprising astuteness, Vahn created a life-like projection of Baam as he explained, “Though I have yet to ascertain the full and complete truth, I can say with a reasonable degree of certainty that Jahad’s intentions for tracking down Arlen were to implant the Arms Inventory of the 13 Month Series into Baam’s body. I have even begun to suspect that he was in cahoots with the ‘God’ that made contact with Arlene following her departure from the Tower…”
Though he could have said more, Vahn ultimately shook his head since most of what he was saying was complete speculation. Most of the information he had been able to obtain was from someone who had gone mad following the loss of her child and the subsequent suicide of her lover. The rest was based on tidbits of information he had been able to obtain from Jahad and a few key members within the Workshop. Unfortunately, due to her inability to violate the contracts of people she was emulating, the Law of Identity couldn’t even shake or nod in response to any questions that might expose the truth…
Confusing the two girls, Vahn opted to take a seat atop the golden throne before subtly changing the subject by answering the Green April’s initial question, explaining, “This is a prototype Arms Inventory designed and manufactured by the members of my R&D Division. Once I have gathered the rest of your sisters, it will allow me to make good on our previous promise. Of course, you still have the option of allowing me to nullify your agreement with the King and allowing me to provide you with new bodies…”
As tempting as it was to regain a flesh and blood body in the shortest period of time, neither the Black March nor the Green April seemed phased by the offer. They had persisted for thousands of years with the end goal of reclaiming their original bodies, so, with that fated day fast approaching, neither intended to change course when the finish line was right in front of them. A part of this was due to the compulsion of their contract, but, more than anything else, it was their inherent desire to be whole again the resulted in the two lolis shaking their heads and refusing to compromise…
(A/N: Alternate Titles: ‘Yuri is like a speedrunner who just found a bug to exploit xD…’,’Vahn is very meticulous (OwO)…’,’A tiny dash of plot to spice things up~”
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