Chapter 15: Chapter 14

Cass stared out over another several blocks of Day-da-lus Street. The maze of buildings was as bizarre and messy as ever, but she had started to get some intuition on where the turns and oddities were, born of her time leaping from rooftop to rooftop, observing everything from a quiet perch, seeking out criminals and evildoers.

There weren't many tonight. She would have expected to spot the Nyx familia, but she didn't see even a single member that she'd fought yesterday. "Can't... find them..." she told Spectre in a quiet voice.

"Hmm. Maybe they've stopped committing crimes out of fear," she said, though she didn't mean it. "That would be good." It was clear that she was saying it half to remind herself of the fact, than anything else. "Well, you don't need me to handle ordinary criminals. I'll go look for the Nyx familia." As she finished the sentence, she disappeared into nothingness.

Cass gave the empty air a brisk nod, turning her attention back to the streets beneath her, though part of her tried to locate the sounds, the scents, the faint hints of movement that came with the Spectre's presence. They simply weren't there. There wasn't a single footfall audible, not a breath, not even the way that the air should have shifted from her movement through it. If she was stepping on anything, it wasn't depressing under her weight, at least not so far as Cass could notice. After a few seconds, she gave up entirely, instead looking for people plotting to commit a crime.

She spotted a group of drunk young men, pushing and laughing at each other, giving violent looks at anybody who came vaguely close. They were building themselves up to some act of violence, so Cass quietly shadowed them from above, waiting for the moment they acted to step in.

* * *

Haruhime mostly prepared the tea out of habit, at this point; she knew perfectly well that Drake wouldn't partake of it. The soothing scent helped calm her nerves, being around a man, even if he had made it quite clear that he wasn't here to use her body. He sat patiently as she drank, and she let out a long sigh once she was done. "Thank you for continuing to provide this lowly one with company, after her... unfortunate showing." It was an embarrassing trait for a prostitute, to become physically ill. She had accepted that she was a prostitute, but at times it seemed as if her body disagreed.

"I'm not here for sex," he said, with a warm smile. It made something tug at her lips, despite the impossibility of escape. He could speak of the Loki familia's interest, of his own earnest desire to protect her, but they were just words. She dared not dream of freedom, because it would be far too painful to hope and have it dashed away. "It... doesn't offend me, that you responded that way."

"You are truly forgiving, goshujinsama," she said, with a small bow of the head. "Nevertheless... I must confess that I am unhappy that I failed to restrain that response on my body's part. It is common to all men, and you are the kindest I have met, since becoming a member of the Ishtar familia... but I suppose, I have no life beyond this world regardless, so hoping for some future romance is an idle fancy. No man would ever want me for more than mere carnal relations, so what does it matter if I would... embarrass myself."

He wore a look far too sympathetic to one such as herself. When he spoke of women such as herself, he did not speak in cruel terms - it was not some mere infatuation with her, driving away what he had been taught. It was as if he had learned, rather than that prostitutes were corruptors, that they were victims. To her, it was perhaps true that she was a victim - but could not a victim be a corruptor, as well? Could not one's instincts, when slowly falling to an inevitable death, be to grab at the leg of someone on surer footing, dooming them both?

"You're quite beautiful, Haruhime," he said, and she gave him a wan smile. That she was beautiful was irrelevant to the question, though she did feel a certain warmth in her cheeks she quickly tried to hide with another long sip of her tea. "I'm sorry that I'm not stronger. I'm sure everything I say seems like empty words to you; to be honest, sometimes it feels that way to me. I've always thought that if you want to do something difficult, you have to begin the moment it becomes clear what you should do, or else you'll create all sorts of justifications and rationalizations. The thoughts I've had, are... to 'speak' to Ishtar," he said, making a cutting movement with one hand, that made it clear he meant to kill. Haruhime felt her flush deepen, at the thought. "Or to..." he trailed off. "If I knew that when I died, I was going to go to hell, but if I was killed a certain way instead, I would go to heaven - I would rush as quickly as I could to that death. There's a lot of religions that say that you can only go to the best afterlife if you die in battle for that reason."

It appeared, perhaps, to be a sudden shift in subject, but she managed to piece together what he meant. She had not thought about it before - that her bleak and doomed life could end in a different way. One that would see her sent to heaven, or returned to the cycle of reincarnation, rather than the fate that awaited her... she could appreciate the courage he spoke of, to rush quickly to the better death rather than risk the worse. "Goshujinsama, I am afraid this lowly one is far too cowardly to do such a thing, though she admires your bravery."

He nodded, accepting her words, letting out a sigh that seemed to congeal in the air, stiffening it, making the silence that ensued stifling. Before she could think of some item to speak on, he spoke. "I have an idea that might help you around your androphobia." She blinked at the suggestion, hesitantly placing the tea down on the table between them. "If you really want to - it's just an offer."

"I would certainly like to not be... a puking wretch, for you, or any other, goshujinsama," she said.

"I have a trick I can do that makes me look like a woman, but it doesn't change my body physically. If you really want to try it - now, having had time to think about it, since I last visited - then we can."

She hadn't thought about it, in truth. She had assumed it was a polite fiction he was offering her. But... if it truly would work... then certainly, there were worse men she had laid with than Drake, and he had paid for her time, no matter what he might think of that. She began to disrobe, closing her eyes, feeling heat bloom in her cheeks as she peeled away her clothing. "Please, do," she said, her voice coming out far softer than she intended it to, even warbling with the effort of getting it out.

When she opened her eyes, naked, she was startled to see another member of the Ishtar familiar in the room, rather than Drake. She hurriedly drew her hands around herself. "Oh my, ahm, what are you doing here, sister?"

"It's me," the other woman said, rather confusingly and uselessly. "Drake." She squinted at the other woman, trying to pierce the illusion, to notice anything out of place - but no, there wasn't anything. She was the same flat-chested, lithe woman that she'd expected, with short cropped hair. She started to pull away at her clothing, revealing her naked torso, having apparently not worn any sort of undergarment at all - frankly, it was more surprising that the woman was wearing a shirt, given how many members of the Ishtar familia were amazons and preferred to go around nearly-naked.

The bare flesh of the other woman's chest didn't excite anything in her - there was only a toned abdomen and visible pectoral muscles, on the flat-chested girl. Drake, supposedly. As she began to peel away the remaining clothes she wore, feeling the heat of embarrassment at disrobing in front of another like this, the woman pulled down her pants, revealing her engorged clitoris. It was enormous, six or seven inches long, and her eyes widened at the sight of it. Drake (?)'s hand went to her clit, beginning to stroke the thing right in front of her. "How do you want to start?" She asked.

Haruhime forcibly drew her eyes up to the other woman's face. She had quite masculine features, a sharp jawline, and quite pale skin by the standards of the Ishtar familia members. Perhaps, like her, she was not an amazon - no, it was Drake? It was hard to think that she was Drake, when she just looked nothing like him. What a compelling illusion. "Ah?" She asked.

"Do you want to have missionary sex? Start with cunnilingus? I want you to enjoy yourself, and I don't have that good of an idea of what sorts of things you like, unlike with my wives."

"Ah," Haruhime responded. "Is that real?" She gestured to Drake (?)'s clit, still gently being stroked.

"Uh, yes," Drake (?) said.

Haruhime wanted to enjoy herself... she simply didn't know how to handle another woman's body. Supposedly, just beneath the surface, there was a man there, but it was difficult to believe. With gently trembling fingertips, she reached out to touch the other woman's chest, and her fingers pressed perfectly normally, feeling up the woman's flat chest, briefly teasing her nipples with her bare hands. Her fingers slid slowly down the other woman's body, sliding across a toned, muscular stomach, eventually finding her way to that clit - which was completely real, and twitched in her hand as she grasped it.

* * *

Haruhime was a beautiful woman: long, blonde hair, with similarly colored cute ears that twitched nervously. Her cheeks burned as her fingers brushed along my cock, and the flush ran down to the tops of her quite full breasts. Her breathing was soft, and her tail wasn't wagging in pleasure, clearly too full of anxiety to properly enjoy herself.

I decided to let her take the lead, until such time as she told me what she wanted me to do. Right now, her fingers were exploring my cock. It wasn't a handjob - it was more like they were poking at it, seeing if it was real, making it go up or down as she shifted it. At some point her eyes had left my body to simply focus on my cock, her lips slightly parted as she considered it. It was one of the strange things about a Resplendent Destiny: it wasn't actually disguise magic. I looked exactly the same, so she was perfectly capable of seeing my dick. Given she wasn't puking, though, she hadn't pierced the illusion, simply interpreting whatever she saw as belonging to a fellow female member of the Ishtar familia.

"It's so big," she breathed out, as she continued to tease it. It wasn't actually that big, but I certainly wasn't complaining about the compliment. "How do you have sex, with one this big? I can't even see your womanhood, it's that big," she said, tilting my cock upwards and inspecting its underside with her eyes. I grasped it then: she was interpreting my cock as a clit.

I didn't want to break character again - each time I did, there was the risk she'd see through the illusion, and by extension, start puking everywhere. "You just put it inside your sex. It's just like straight sex," I explained. Since it was straight sex. She swallowed wetly, considering the thing before her, not even bothering to glance up at me now, still playing with my cock. "What position would you prefer?"

"Ahm... I suppose myself on top, with you on your back... Drake," she said, squinting at me as she said that, perhaps not quite believing that I was Drake despite everything. "Oh. We ought to take it to the adjoining room," she said, her hand finally leaving my cock to stand up. She seemed perhaps a bit embarrassed, being naked in front of me, but there wasn't anything more than that, as I followed her into the back room. No sign she was about to start retching or puking again.

Still, I wasn't going to push her, so I laid down on the comfortable little mat they had laid out for exactly this purpose, and Haruhime moved herself atop me, straddling me as if she'd done it many times before. Her sex kissed at my cock, gently brushing at my cockhead, provoking a faint twitch from my length, making her jerk in surprise. "Ah... it's very... excitable, I see," she said, clearly still not processing that what she was playing with was a man's parts, not a woman's. She started to slide down slowly. "Oh, it does, feel just like, regular sex," she panted out, as she slid down my entire length, a faint shudder running through her body as pleasure surged up through her.

I reached up for her body, one hand near her pelvis, thumb finding and brushing against her clit. She let out a soft hum of pleasure - despite being a Chosen of Venus, I was not some kind of sex god. Most of my ability with my wives was some mix of knowing their specific kinks, and also Noriko and Julia basically being complete sex freaks who were very easy to make come. Still, I did have plenty of experience, and an adventurer's senses, so I could carefully watch Haruhime's face as I played with her clit, finding just the right angles to make her softly pant in pleasure. Her hands pressed down against my stomach, as she started to gently bounce up and down my cock.

It was a beautiful sight. She had lovely, full breasts that bounced with each downward movement. At some point, her tail began to wag, running back and forth behind her. Her eyes lidded, then closed, her lips parting, not to let out a moan, but simply to breathe. There was this gentle way her neck twisted on her shoulders, craning to one side, then the other, in a long, rolling movement. Her cheeks glowed with arousal, and her skin slowly but surely grew slick with sweat, in the warm light of the room.

She was clearly inexperienced, despite her profession - given her androphobia, presumably she wasn't spending much effort on making the men she was with feel good. Her movements were just an up-down thumping of her butt against my pelvis, not having much idea of what to do to make it any better for me. I didn't mind, though. I was just happy that she was enjoying herself, and judging by the sleepy smile on her lips, quite a bit at that.

My free hand slid along her flank, running down to grope her buttocks, making her let out increasingly lewd noises, her eyelashes fluttering as she started to really bounce on my cock. "Ah... I did not know, sex with a woman, could feel so good," she panted as she rode me. "It's much better, than the men." I ignored the Destiny-induced misidentification of my gender and enjoyed the hidden compliment: that I was the best person she'd ever had sex with. Her hands pressed down against my stomach, her pace atop me getting faster now, her hips giving a small forward-backward movement as her nostrils flared, and she finally came with a lewd moan.

It felt great, the sensation of her pussy squeezing and wrapping around my cock, her whole body jerking and bouncing on my dick in pleasure, her tits bobbing up and down happily. I just watched, holding back, not coming despite her orgasm - I had been learning how to last with girls like Cass, who could perfectly read me and find exactly the right way to please me, and Noriko, who came about once a minute while I was fucking her. Haruhime, who appeared to have approximately zero experience with actually pleasing a man, had no chance to make me come before I wanted to.

When she came down, she simply fell lax atop me, her body coming to plaster against mine, her breasts squishing into my bare chest, my cock still inside her. Sweat made her body stick to mine as she panted, her tail lazily wagging in the air behind her, looking utterly satisfied, utterly satiated... and I just let her.

Yes, it was a bit unpleasant not to be able to come, but she deserved a nice, pleasant sexual experience, after all she'd been through. I brought up one hand to her ear, gently scratching at it, and by the way her tail picked up in its beating, she did like it. She just mumbled something and snuggled in harder against me.

* * *

When I got back to the Twilight Manor, I wound up fucking Noriko in the bed, getting rid of my pent-up need with lots of furious fucking of Noriko. "Is sex with me, better than with, that other girl?" Noriko asked, blinking owlishly up at me, her cheeks pink from her four previous orgasms.

"Yes, but don't tell her that," I told Noriko, who simply nodded. "She's a bit shy, so when you meet, be nice to her, and don't make it a competition between the two of you."

"I understand, darling," she said, and my cock twitched inside her, making me get right back to fucking her brains out extra hard, her eyes soon lidding in pleasure as an orgasm ran through her body.

* * *

The girl without a name felt a certain dull boredom, as their group began to make its way back out of the Dungeon. Noriko carried a heavy backpack, walking upwards with the group, trudging along. The girl without a name and Cass did most of the killing on their way out, though Drake contributed at times, making a quick fling of one of his throwing knives into a goblin's head before pausing to recover it. That was part of the reason why she and Cass did so much more: it was just inconvenient, when they were leaving the Dungeon, to have to pick through every body they left to recover his thrown weapons.

On the second level, though, Cass nudged the girl without a name, gently jerking towards a group of adventurers in the distance. "One of them... is from that fight," she said. Drake paused at that, following her gaze.

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"Noriko, stop," he added, when the cute autistic girl utterly failed to realize that she was beginning to get away from them. She quickly stepped back. "What's up with them?"

"Ah, they're members of a criminal familia that we're dismantling, goshujinsama. You know..." she hefted the anti-materiel rifle in her hands pointedly. "What happens in the Dungeon, stays in the Dungeon. We could help a lot of people if we just killed them now."

"No," Cass said, looking at her, and the girl without a name sighed.

"Fine. I'll just follow them. You take care of goshujinsama, Cass," she added, enjoying the light hint of a blush on Cass's cheeks as she faded into nothingness and walked right up into the midst of the group of four adventurers. Mostly male, only one of whom she actually recognized, up close. The Nyx familia was apparently quite big - though, it was much easier to get a Level One than anything better. From what she'd gathered, they were just a criminal gang, though nobody actually saw their goddess, and they rarely ever referred to her in the field. They just seemed to run around, stomping in the heads of the poor of Daedalus Street, and save up money. She didn't think they had anything to do with the Ikelos familia, like how a wolf and a bear might have the same territory but ignore each other because they hunted different prey in different ways.

She watched as they (very incompetently) killed goblins for an hour or so, before finally leaving the Dungeon. Their conversations were vacuous and so, so boring, that she wanted to kill them just to spare herself from hearing their idiotic discussions of which woman's breasts were better, or what they would do with the proceeds of the Dungeon. (Apparently, visiting the Ishtar familia brothels was a popular selection. They didn't mention Phryne at all, denying her the chance to get any confirmation of if she really was a rapist who deserved to be put down, but that may have been because they were only moderately more attractive than her.)

They wound up meeting up with their familia's Captain, the redheaded Pallum. Eris. They handed over a portion of their funds to her - thirty percent, nominally, but the girl without a name had watched the whole thing, so she knew it was more like fifteen percent. Criminals were just such a low breed, weren't they? Even stealing from one another.

She thought about having Drake rape Eris, but he didn't really seem that 'into' the idea of raping (evil) women, and she didn't really think that Eris had reached the level of deserving that treatment. All she did was run a protection racket, she wasn't forcing anyone into prostitution, or selling any drugs. It was evil, definitely, but it was only death penalty evil, not fate-worse-than-death evil (like Ishtar deserved, for example). She just sighed and waited for Eris to make her way back to their goddess. She could kill the goddess, and then Eris, and that would be the end of the Nyx familia.

* * *

"I'm glad that everybody's really pushing themselves in the Dungeon," said a sleepy, pale woman, weighing up a bag which contained maybe one out of ten coins that Eris had collected. She had the vague aura of divinity to her, but that didn't necessarily mean she was Eris's goddess. She could just be a subordinate goddess. "Why is that?"

"I believe that after what happened to Gary, they wanted to get stronger. The two adventurers managed to subdue most of them quickly, and it's only thanks to me that they weren't all killed or taken captive."

"Ughhh. Why doesn't the Guild do something about these criminal jerks and bullies!" The goddess said. The girl without a name frowned at that.

"I'm only willing to say that we don't know which familia they are working for," Eris replied. Hmm. Wasn't that a suspiciously specific answer that wasn't technically a lie? Could it be that...

"Blah! Lazy bums! We're running a good familia here, but just because we're in a poor district, people can run around beating up and killing our members for no reason!"

It was. This goddess had no idea about the criminal activities of her familia. She seemed upset, outraged, at the injustice of her 'innocent' familia members getting beaten up or killed. "They also have a poor opinion of our familia, my goddess."

"I didn't know that Alecto was a bad guy! How come everybody holds that against me! Evilus has been gone for years and years!"

The girl without a name kept listening in silence from one corner of the room, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that this was Nyx, and that she had no idea about the crimes her familia members were doing. She considered killing Nyx anyway, but... being stupid wasn't a crime. Even if she wouldn't die-die, she'd have to go back to heaven, and that was a very serious punishment for somebody who was just stupid. If it had been Noriko there instead of Nyx, would she have been fooled too? The difference between the innocent and the guilty was found in the heart, and by everything she said, Nyx was just a lazy, stupid goddess, who couldn't keep control over her familia, but trusted Eris.

The girl without a name sighed when Eris finally left, her breath getting caught and strangled in the void that wreathed her body. She could try convincing Nyx that her familia members were evil... but she somehow doubted it would work. Besides, it would be more fun to hurt and maybe even get the chance to kill Eris, so she strolled out the door to follow Eris. She didn't just kill her, for one because she wasn't supposed to unless she had to, and for two because it might be that she had been so terrified of her and Cass that she had chosen to stop committing crimes.

Probably not, though, she mused, as she followed the woman around, watching her berate some of the familia members who hadn't brought in enough money from the Dungeon.

* * *

Freya admired the way that Cassandra fought and struggled every night in Daedalus Street, that noble soul of hers driving her to protect the innocent there. It hadn't been her intention, when she had guided the girl there - her intent had been to create some closeness between the two of them, by arranging for Cassandra to have the opportunity to 'rescue' her. She could not complain about the result, even if it proved that she could still be surprised.

Her smile stiffened just a mite as she watched Cassandra make her way back towards the Twilight Manor, knowing what she was going to do with that man... he had quite the beautiful soul. Perhaps she should just collect him outright. Cassandra might follow him into Freya's arms... no, no. She would do this properly, not with some trickery, tempting as it might have been. She had collected so many souls with her beauty and her charm rather than words and deeds, and by long experiences she doubted that Cass's would shine quite so bright and pure if she were to do it that way. Anything that made that perfect soul even the tiniest bit uglier was something she couldn't countenance... at least, not until all other avenues were exhausted.

From her perch atop Orario, she could see that there simply wasn't the spark, to truly ignite Cassandra's soul, to polish it that bit further with an appropriate struggle. She had hoped that the Nyx familia would suffice for such purposes, but the filthy maggot-soul had gotten herself involved and created all sorts of troubles. It was probably her fault that the Nyx familia had backed off - that thrilling fight between the familia Captain and Cassandra herself had ended in an unsatisfying draw, perhaps because the filthy maggot-soul had been injured. It had looked like quite the gruesome wound, though she had recovered - it might have been elixirs, or perhaps a Skill?

She needed to encourage the fighting between Cassandra and the Nyx familia to begin again... and she needed to compensate for Cassandra's talent at reading others when she did so. Even as Syr, she felt naked before the object of her affections, with how clearly she could see through any subterfuge that Freya might have put up. It was a strange feeling, being asked to dance not according to her own whims and whatever she thought best fit the moment, but instead to her 'true self.' If she had ever felt it before, it was so long ago that she could hardly recall...

* * *

Cass sat across from Erza again, the boisterous other girl waving to Syr as the girl came up to their table. There was something different in her expression and body language today. She hid it well, but there was the hint of plasticity to her smile, a certain nervousness to her gait.

"Are you okay?" Cass asked her.

"Ah..." Syr trailed off for a moment, clearly not having expected to get that question. "I... well, aha, I just have something I have to do today that's a bit worrisome."

"You're my friend, Syr," Erza said. "Let me help you with this matter, whatever it may be."

"That's... quite alright, it's something I really have to do alone." She paused. "Oh, have you heard about what's going on in Daedalus Street?"

"No," Erza said, shaking her head obliviously.

"There's a couple of adventurers who have decided to protect the people there!" There seemed to be some genuine emotion in her voice at that, admiration and maybe a bit more as she described them. "They go by pseudonyms, though: Batgirl and Spectre. They even wear disguises. I can't blame them too much, there are a few criminals with falna in Daedalus Street." By the way she spoke and moved, Syr suspected, or knew, that Cass was Batgirl. "Still, I'm a big supporter of what they're doing. I love people who stand up for the weak and downtrodden."

 

"Syr!" Came a bellowing call from Mia Grand. "Stop chatting all day!" She seemed harsher than usual, as she called out to Syr, and Syr seemed more afraid than usual, as if she really was under the woman's thumb.

"Speaking of the weak and downtrodden, I probably should get your orders. What will you be having?"

Erza ordered for both of them, and Cass quietly watched the girl leave. When their meal finished... she followed Syr out.

* * *

Freya had ordered her to a particular location, to follow a particular set of orders, and refused to explain herself. Horn had seen enough of Cassandra through Freya's eyes to understand why: the girl had captured her goddess's heart, and could also see through any deception given to her face. As such, she couldn't know why she was supposed to go straight to Syr's home in Daedalus Street, alone, or why she was supposed to offer no resistance to whoever met her there. She could only worry about it fruitlessly.

As it turned out, that somebody was a redheaded pallum who was seated on her bed, idly kicking her legs, grinning viciously as she stepped inside. "Don't run. I'm a Level Two; you won't be able to escape, girlie."

Horn didn't run. She wasn't supposed to. She quietly stepped into her home, and took on the role of Syr, the ordinary girl, perhaps a bit playful and teasing and mischievous and even brash dealing with people stronger than her, but not somebody who was able to stand up to an adventurer in a fight. "What do you want?"

"I've heard from a pretty good source," the pallum said, hopping to her feet and drawing a rather thick short blade, "that you're close to Batgirl. Is that true?"

"I-" what was she supposed to do? Be honest. Not resist. "I'm a waitress at the Hostess of Fertility. I think one of our patrons is Batgirl, yes."

"Good. Great. She'll be a lot easier to deal with, with you as my hostage." She removed a thin pair of metallic cuffs from her waistband, then tossed them over to Horn. "Put those on."

Horn obeyed. She tested them, using her adventurer's strength for just a moment - no, they were too strong for her to easily break free of. She just hoped that her goddess's faith in Cassandra wasn't misplaced, as she was guided out of her home and through the winding alleys of Daedalus Street.

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