EPIC: Path of Demons and Dragons
Chapter 325: Escalation

Chapter 325: Escalation

"Mmn...very impressive..." affirmed Vahn, unabashedly eyeing Medaka’s round, full, and impeccable breasts before raising his gaze to meet hers as he added, "But I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse your grace. Not that I don’t find the prospect appealing. But I don’t think Zenkichi-kun would approve of or appreciate us being intimate."

"A fair point," conceded Medaka, posing with her hands on her hips and deliberately bouncing her breasts as she asserted, "But I need access to the palace’s upper floors and facilities to understand how I am to improve upon them in the future. Unless you’re prepared to make an exception and grant me access freely, I will use the established method—by enlisting as a First-Class Maid."

"It’s possible," affirmed Vahn, nodding. "But we’re currently in the process of restricting who can become a First-Class Maid and why. And, assuming I were to allow you to become one, you would be bound by the provisions of your contract. Here, take a look."

Producing one of the First-Class Maid contracts and setting it on the bar, Vahn expected Medaka to zip herself and approach. Instead, she allowed her breasts to bounce freely as she walked over, produced a wooden seal known as a jitsuin hanko from her Inventory, and boldly stamped it with a red stamp depicting the kanji for Kurokami.

"There. It is done," said Medaka, returning her seal to her Inventory and meeting Vahn’s slightly bewildered expression with a broad smile as she extended her right hand and noted, "Now, I believe Goshujin-sama owes me a key. Or would you prefer to have your way with my body first? It will be my first time, but I’m familiar with the process and confident I’ll be the best you’ve ever had."

Shaking his head, Vahn contended, "There is such a thing as being too aggressive and forward. More to the point, simply placing your stamp on the contract doesn’t put it into effect. There is an interview process, and your reason for becoming a First-Class Maid needs to be approved, both by me and the Pavilion’s Executive Committee."

"I did not take you for a pitiful fool slave to the whims of bureaucracy..." sighed Medaka, crossing her arms under her breasts and exhaling from her nose disapprovingly. She didn’t believe for a moment that Vahn was impervious to her charms, so she found his hiding behind procedure sad and a tad pathetic.

"I’m trying to be considerate of you and Zenkichi-kun..." stated Vahn, his expression and tone flattening. Medaka was undeniably beautiful, but she was coming across as much too overbearing.

"Then you can permit our relationship while I’m in service to the Pavilion as a First-Class Maid," stated Medaka, pointing to the passage within the contract detailing the restrictions on romance and physical intimacy with other men while in the Pavilion’s employ. Her actions gave the impression that she hadn’t read a single line, but the reality was that she had taken in its contents and memorized them at a glance.

Shaking his head, Vahn’s expression hardened as he decided, "We can discuss your joining the Maid Battalion once my retinue has returned to the palace. For now, you should tidy your appearance and return to your group. And for the next time we meet, you should know that while I can appreciate boldness in a woman, I’m not fond of being pressed to serve the ends and ambitions of others..."

Raising her brows, Medaka noted, "You’re unexpectedly sensitive. I will be sure to keep that in mind for our next meeting."

Punctuating her words, Medaka—maintaining her smile—zipped up her bodysuit, offered a slight nod, and promptly departed the lounge with long, confident strides. She was accustomed to people being intimidated by her, so while she had expected more from Vahn, she didn’t fault him for feeling pressured by her innate superiority. He would inevitably feel regret moments after she had departed, but such was the price of placing one’s pride over their desires.

Stopping at the entrance to glance back at Vahn over her left shoulder, Medaka adopted an extraordinarily sensual look, her voice a deep, spine-chilling purr as she stated, "If Goshujin-sama happens to feel lonely after I’ve departed, you needn’t hesitate nor feel embarrassed about calling me back. After all, what is freedom but being honest with one’s thoughts and desires~?"

Finished with what she had to say, Medaka supplied Vahn a playful wink before departing with a skip in her step. In her wake, Vahn had to take a seat, a feeling as though he had aged a hundred years washing over him as he placed his left elbow on the counter and took a moment to massage his eyes and forehead. In a way, Medaka’s behavior reminded him of how willful Rias could be. However, Rias was also caring and compassionate, a stark contrast to Medaka’s inability to relate to others or consider that she might be wrong...

’Maybe she needs to get laid...’ considered Vahn, the image of Medaka’s perfectly round ass appearing in his mind, barely contained by the fabric of her purple bodysuit. He was reasonably certain he could tame Medaka if he put his mind to it, but by simply interacting with people like Venelana and Misla, she should gain at least a degree of self-awareness. Inversely, he could restrict her and her allies to their original setting, allowing her to complete her character arc, mellow out, and possibly discover a means to enter the Tower or travel between realities herself. With how powerful she was at the closing of her series and the general absurdity of her setting, it wasn’t impossible...

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With the competition concluding for the day after the D-Rank matches, Vahn returned with everyone to his refurbished villa, where Kiba and his colleagues from Totsuki Culinary Academy had prepared a feast to close the evening. During the festivities, he briefly met with Ukitake and Shinsui to discuss the possibility of allowing Shinigami other than the members of the 14th Division access to the training room, but he ultimately refused on the grounds that it overstepped the bounds of their existing agreement.

"Haa...that’s right...fuck me harder..." panted Miu, her voice sonorous with passion as she locked her legs around Vahn’s waist and let her voice echo freely. She had been feeling vexed after her forced surrender to Medaka, but after learning Vahn vetoed the overbearing woman’s attempts to force her way into his inner circle, her mood did a one-eighty, compelling her to thank him with more than words.

"If you insist..." hummed Vahn, tucking his hands under Miu’s arms and shoulders, fully blanketing her with his body before increasing his already steady, forceful pace. He had invited Miu to his room to cheer her up, so if she wanted him to go harder, that was precisely what he would do.

pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa

With Vahn increasing his pace and pistoning her like a pneumatic hammer breaking up concrete, Miu’s eyelids began to flutter, her eyes rolling back, and her breath catching in her throat as she instinctively clung to him as if her life depended on it. For a moment, she felt as though their bodies had become one, indescribable pleasure suffusing every fiber and atom of her being before a paradoxical sensation of weightlessness and pressure akin to sinking into a warm ocean washed over her—simultaneously liberating and oppressive.

’I hope this doesn’t get her pregnant...’ thought Vahn, concluding his mad pistoning by discharging one of his larger batches of semen, filling Miu to capacity and then some. He wouldn’t be troubled if their union bore fruit, but he knew Miu had a powerful yearning to become stronger, and having a child would invariably distract from that pursuit.

"Haaaaa...haaaaa...haaaaa..."

Coming to her senses after what felt like an eternity and a single moment compressed into one, Miu exhaled a series of hot, contented sighs before causing Vahn’s ears to burn as she muttered, "I want more..." in a hot and husky tone.

"Good. Because we’re just getting started..." responded Vahn, whispering his words into Miu’s right ear before nestling into her neck and building up to a steady and forceful pace. He had known from past experiences that Miu would entreat him for more, but it never ceased to get him riled up when one of his women eagerly petitioned him. He wouldn’t exactly call it his purpose, but servicing and satisfying his many lovers was indisputably one of the highlights of his existence...

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’There’s nothing like a hot bath after a long day...’ thought Vahn, relaxing in a cozy, rectangular wooden hot spring bath with his head resting atop a folded white towel. There were three other versions of him tending to his harem, but as he was feeling drained from piloting multiple clones nearly the entire day, he decided he might as well use one of them to relax and unwind.

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’Hmmm...?’

As he hadn’t been utilizing his domain to monitor his surroundings, Vahn was initially pleasantly surprised to hear someone approaching the bath. When he sat up and looked over to see who it was, however, the smile on his face froze along with the intruder, a 165cm-tall woman with bright red hair and a very pregnant belly partially concealing her naked body with a white towel.

’Is this Venelana’s doing...?’ asked Vahn, directing the question at Sis as he outwardly presented an awkward smile and remarked, "Had I known you used this bath, Kushina-san, I wouldn’t have come inside. Give me a moment and I’ll be on my way."

At the same time that Sis confirmed Kushina’s arrival had nothing to do with his mischievous, flaxen-haired first wife, the maroon-haired Kunoichi swallowed hard, tightened her right hand’s hold on her towel, and stated, "You don’t need to leave on my account. And since I came here to speak to you in private, it would be pretty awkward for me if you left."

As various questions raced through Vahn’s mind, Kushina approached the edge of the bath and removed the barrier of her towel, setting it aside and fully exposing her naked form. Then, instead of stepping into and lowering herself into the bath, she extended a shaky right hand and asked, "Would you be a gentleman and lend me your assistance? You’d be surprised how dangerous entering and exiting a bath can be at my stage..."

"Sure..." responded Vahn, feeling tense but ultimately rising to his feet in response to Kushina’s request. The thought of covering himself crossed his mind, but since Kushina was baring her all, he felt compelled to do the same.

"Oh..." muttered Kushina, the faint flush suffusing her cheeks deepening considerably as she allowed her dark violet eyes to lower, reflecting the image of Vahn’s erect penis. Said erection was more so the result of what his other selves were doing than Kushina’s unexpected arrival and naked form, but Vahn determined it would sound like an excuse and be impolite of him to point that out.

"Here..." said Vahn, extending his right hand for Kushina to grasp before naturally placing his left on her waist for support. Her body was smooth and noticeably hot to the touch, but he suppressed his almost instinctual urge to slide his hand down to her butt and fondle it as he helped her into the water before guiding her to sit on the bath’s edge. It generally wasn’t recommended for pregnant women to soak in hot springs, so after helping her sit, Vahn sat next to Kushina, silently produced a clean washcloth, and asked, "What did you want to discuss...?" while wetting it in the bath.

"You don’t know...?" asked Kushina, glancing at Vahn from the corners of her eyes and guiding him to apply the washcloth to her right thigh as he presented it to her.

"I could know..." affirmed Vahn, tentatively running the washcloth down Kushina’s thigh as he added, "But I prefer to learn and hear about things organically unless the situation is urgent."

"Right..." muttered Kushina, her face flushing to her ears as she lowered her gaze and fell completely silent for several seconds, her eyes focused on the careful and deliberate movements of Vahn’s hand along her thigh. Then, like a hammer striking the latter’s brain, she nervously revealed, "It doesn’t have to be now or anytime soon...but I...I want to t-t-t-try having se-se-se—I want to have sex with you, dattebane...!"

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(A/N: Well, that escalated quickly...)