Chapter 18: Chapter 17

Cass wasn't the kind of person to really mope about the things that bothered her. She was instead the kind of person to try to throw herself into doing what she thought was right, distracting herself from it. That was why, as I finished changing out of my sweaty underclothes in my bedroom, I only had Noriko with me. Cass and Julia were out fighting crime, cleaning up the last remnants of the Nyx familia. They hadn't disappeared overnight, but from what Julia told me, their days seemed to be numbered: Nyx was missing and Eris was dead, so the leadership was gone.

With Noriko holding my hand, I exited the bedroom, planning to head down to the forges and see about getting weapons more appropriate for my newly Level 2 self with our savings.

"Hey," Loki said, leaning against a wall outside my bedroom. "I want to see that new Skill of yours."

This wasn't the first time she'd asked after it. It was odd, to have so much sex that it lost all hold over you. Loki was an attractive woman - slim and limber wasn't my normal type, but neither was petite and flat like Noriko, but both were quite beautiful in their own ways - but I really... just didn't want to, at that point. There was a mental exhaustion that had set in, or maybe a resettling of my brain. My thoughts had mostly turned away from sex, and towards the question of how I could get stronger as fast as possible, how I could help Cass, things like that.

Obviously I still had sex with my wives, as that was my duty as their husband, but the opportunity to fuck Loki was like... mowing the lawn. Something I knew I really ought to do, but kept putting off. "I haven't even used it with Julia yet."

"She'll get off on being beaten to the punch," Loki brushed off, showing a surprising awareness of Julia's particular kinks. "Come on. I'm groping your girl's tits constantly. That makes us basically lovers already."

I resisted the urge to let out a long sigh, knowing that it'd just tick her off for no reason. I glanced up and down the hall, then gestured for her to come into my bedroom. Loki's eyebrows rose - clearly she hadn't expected the line of argument to work - but she smugly smiled as she stepped inside. "I'll show you for just a couple seconds, so you know what it looks like. If you still want to do it - then when I get back, alright?" I figured that'd be more than enough time for her to actually think it through.

"You're such a nice boy," she said, giving me a pat on the head; she had to reach up for it, since she only came about halfway up my neck. Noriko briefly raised one hand to also try patting my head, then concluded that I was too tall, and let it fall back to her side. "Makes sense to me. Let's see it," she said, both hands raised and making extremely rapid 'come hither' motions.

Noriko stared up at me too, owlish eyes unblinking, as I reached somewhere deep inside myself for that wellspring of power. It was like creating a false identity, except so much more. Like taking the Resplendent Destiny of 'beautiful prostitute' and cutting out the 'prostitute' to simply write the word beautiful in big, bold, flowing, calligraphy, the most tear-jerkingly beautiful font that you'd ever seen and then some. More than just that, even - the word desire might have been a better fit, as in desirable or heartfelt desire, and done up in that same enticing, appealing perfection.

From inside, it didn't feel or look like much, an absent awareness that Fate was weaved around my person differently. From outside... Loki actually started drooling, her mouth falling open, both hands coming up to grope my chest, then hesitating as if she couldn't bring herself to marr something so perfect as me with that kind of crass behavior. Noriko continued to stare, her cheeks turning pink, her eyes seeming to widen just slightly, her lips - her whole body, really - trembling as her hands came up to wrap me in a hug, her head being pressed into my chest as she nuzzled up against me. I could actually feel the hint of tears from her, as they started to drip out of her eyes, smearing against my shirt, her grip against me tightening with a desperate neediness. I wrapped my arms gently around her.

She said just one word, quiet as could be, and it pretty much broke my heart: "Papa..." I hugged her against me all the tighter, hearing that from her.

Loki started to raise her own hands, wanting to get in on the hug, actually looking just about ready to pounce. "Keep your eyes shut," I told Noriko, who nodded quietly.

Then I cut the effect off, making Loki stutter as her heart's desire was replaced with an ordinary, attractive young man. Her mouth opened and closed. "Wow, you weren't kidding." There was a half-second pause, Noriko's eyes still closed as she nuzzled against me. "Let's do it!" She cried, trying to pounce at me, and I idly manipulated Fate to send her careening off to the side.

"I said when I get back," I told her, where she had fallen on her hands and knees on the ground.

"I don't understand how you dodge me like that! Your feet are still in the same place!"

"I used a Skill," I admitted. I was honestly surprised she hadn't pieced that together.

"What?" She got to her feet, hurriedly wiping her legs off. "You said that Skill only works on deleterious effects! Just what are you implying?!" She demanded.

"I believe he is implying that your hugs are a deleterious effect," Noriko said, completely missing all the subtext of the conversation. She was still wrapped around my chest, so I gave her a quick pat on the head.

"It's a grapple, so, it counts," I said, to soothe Loki.

"Bah!" Loki said, throwing up both her hands. "Fine, fine. Stupid sexy Skill," she mumbled, biting her thumb. "You can't use that power anywhere Freya might see," she added, her expression instantly shifting.

"I know."

"Or Ishtar! Actually, you shouldn't use it where any other god could see. Or another adventurer, really!"

"Ohhhh, I thought that I should flash it in front of all the amazons at the Ishtar familia headquarters," I said, in an exaggerated, facetious tone. "Your thing makes more sense though."

Loki let out a small snort at that. "Didn't realize you could actually joke around."

There was an odd sort of mental stutter at that line of hers. Part of it was the kind where you mentally provide what to say to keep the conversation - something banter-y, like Didn't realize you could keep your hands off a beautiful man - then you realize you don't actually want to keep the conversation going. The other part was the kind where somebody says something that leaves you with thoughts that on some base level you have an instant awareness of, but you actually have to take the time to disentangle them. "It's hard to joke around with a woman who's trying to grope the women you love without their consent," I said, keeping my tone light.

"Gah," Loki said, clutching her chest. "I wouldn't grope them if they weren't beautiful. It's a compliment! A compliment!"

I just smiled at her over the top antics. "I should get going, it's already a tad late," I told her.

"Oh, yeah," she agreed. "Don't want you to die in the Dungeon because you were ill-equipped. No Cass or Xulia?" She asked, as I started to leave and she started to follow me.

"Julia makes her own weapons, and Cass got a... high level gift." The exact providence of which was probably Freya, by Julia's estimation.

"Who is Xulia and/or Julia?" Noriko asked, finally opening her eyes again to look up at me. She didn't seem too upset to 'break the spell,' at least.

"You know, dark girl," Loki said.

"Her name is Bitch," Noriko said. Loki actually gawked, and I patted Noriko's head.

"No, it's not Bitch! Who names their kid Bitch?"

"Drake has said that she prefers to be called Bitch. She has never complained about being called Bitch. People prefer to be called by their names."

"No! Don't try to logic me into her name being Bitch! I refuse!" Loki declared, growing louder with each word. "I suggested her stupid alias suggestion - which got shot down! - so I don't have to put up with her absurd naming sense!"

"You really can't call her Julia - or Xulia - to her face," I said, as we finally arrived at the front door. "If she ever responds to it, a curse will kick her ass."

"She's cursed?" Loki asked, quirking one eyebrow. "Why didn't you say that?"

"At the risk of being cliched, you never asked," I said, easily hefting Noriko up off the ground and letting her come to rest on my shoulders as I left the Twilight Manor. "See you when I come back."

"You'd better!" Loki called out.

* * *

I wandered the display rooms of the Hephaistos familia, where their smiths put all their work on display, looking for equipment for me and Noriko, my littlest wife still perched on my shoulders. Her head spun this way and that, taking in both the equipment scattered across various display cases, and the wide variety of people who wandered through the halls.

While the Hephaistos familia sold all the best equipment, their display pieces included very few crossbows, and none that were particularly good. A crossbow was a mechanical device, not a muscle powered one, and it had far more moving parts vulnerable to breaking under intense pressures necessary to produce an adventurer-lever force. While superior quality materials could increase the efficacy to a point, a falna made people superhumanly strong, and by the time you were Level 2, it was probably time to move on to a traditional bow, since you could reliably create much more force that way. That meant blacksmiths mostly just churned out a few excess devices for supporters like Noriko, and nothing particularly better than her current crossbow.

We could get one custom-made, I supposed. I wondered if they worked with air pressure based mechanisms? The Girandoni air rifle was such a device, and I was aware of the Romans trying to manage something similar for their siege weapons but not actually getting it to properly work because the metallurgy wasn't quite there. I didn't really know the first thing about the principles, though, so if they didn't know, it wasn't like I could teach them.

"I'm going to look around a bit for throwing weapons," I told Noriko, giving her leg a small pat. She nodded atop me. "When I'm done, we'll see about getting you a custom crossbow with our funds."

"Yes, darling," she agreed immediately.

My current knives were pretty much normal knives. They had a pointy tip, were of decent length, but were made of entirely conventional steel. You could have bought something like them basically anywhere in America - it couldn't compare to the weapons and armor made with more exotic materials. There were some shuriken, but they seemed more like an exotic showpiece than anything meant for actual use. A sort of display of, Look, I can make weird stuff, buy from me if you want something special. The knives varied in cost, from ones that were clearly just short swords meant for pallum and appropriately priced, to ones actually meant to be thrown, and then also based on the quality of the materials involved.

Adventuring was clearly a money sink, because buying another dozen knives of the next step "up" of material would eat half my savings, and I was a miser.

I was toying with one of many knives that were appropriate to a Level Two, when Noriko suddenly tightened her grip on my hair and leaned forward, as if curling into a ball around me. There was no real hesitation or confusion in my understanding of what her body language meant - it was the difference between passive affection and sudden, sharp, fear. Something was wrong. Nobody else was reacting, so I kept my responses subdued as I tried to locate whatever Noriko was afraid of, so that I could avoid it.

I spotted him fairly quickly and easily. He was tall, muscular, broad-shouldered and just generally big - significantly taller than me, even. I'd have guessed around seven feet. He walked with a certain quiet threat to him, and I knew exactly who and what he was, my heart instantly starting to pound in my chest. I avoided eye contact, avoided looking directly at him, and quietly returned the knife to the salesperson before moving away. I kept my pace reasonable and slow, not wanting to attract attention, even though my heart was pounding in my ears.

He hadn't had a picture in the original story, but I wasn't stupid. That was Goro Iwakari, Noriko's abusive father. And, gauging by the fact that he was wandering around the Hephaistos familia shops, he was an adventurer of some kind - I couldn't know what level he was, but unless he was a particularly weak Level One, then he would present a threat to Noriko for sure, and possibly myself as well. It was better to get away, and quick, than risk anything.

There is nothing quite like being in an elevator when you know that a potentially homicidal abusive asshole who used to beat one of the women you love is within throwing distance. Watching it slowly tick down floors, part of me half-expecting the man to just be on the lowermost floor, somehow, to have beaten me down and just start beating the shit out of me or Noriko.

Luckily, that didn't happen, and I breathed a sigh of relief as we finally left the tower. I hadn't actually wound up buying any knives, but I could get away and then figure out what to do next.

Noriko just quietly cuddled up against my head as I walked. I don't know what she was thinking, but I was thinking about possibilities and consequences of the knowledge that Goro Iwakari was almost certainly a member of some familia.

Familias were given "first dibs" on the children of their members, and they generally had no reason to avoid taking those dibs. If Noriko's history here had her at sixteen, it may just have been that whatever familia she was a part of frowned on child soldiers - given the most successful familias, the Loki and Freya familias, allowed small children into the Dungeon, this wasn't too common, but it did happen. It was possible she had been refused for some other reason, like her god just didn't like cute autistic girls. It was possible that Setsuko was in this world, and a member of another familia, so they hadn't figured out which familia she would actually go to. It was possible that the pseudo-Noriko who had been inserted into this world's history had a falna, but lost it somehow; for example, if Goro were part of a familia that had been destroyed, and Noriko had also been so, but because the god was dead, her falna vanished, while Goro might have joined a new familia.

That last one was probably the best case scenario. By extension, I should focus on the other, much worse, possibilities. The Loki familia was very strong, and could probably bully a weak familia, but despite her perversions, she generally seemed to respect a basic code of conduct and not see other familias as enemies to be crushed or resources to be exploited. It was like America handing back the child of a Cuban father, despite the two countries' frosty relations - there were certain international norms that were just too important to cast aside for convenience or spite.

So I had to avoid telling Loki, at least until I knew what sort of situation we were in. "Don't mention what happened to Loki," I said to Noriko, who quietly nodded atop me. When I saw Cass and Julia again, I could direct them to investigate the matter - I doubted I'd manage to get much information of value myself. Certainly, not in comparison to what they could manage.

There was one thing I could do at that point, to improve my position in more ways than one: fuck Loki while using You and Yours Stance. There was the possibility that it would count as "capturing her heart," depositing a big fat pile of points in my account and letting me summon multiple girls; and even if it didn't, it would make it more likely that Loki wouldn't just hand over Noriko to whatever familia Goro was part of. Which I very much did not want to happen.

"Darling. Do you think that I should remain vigilant for an attack by my father?"

I glanced behind us, towards the tower - it was at quite the distance, and I didn't see any sign of the guy. He'd have towered over most of the crowd, and he was a narcissistic asshole, so it was hard to imagine he was hiding. "No, I think we're safe for the moment."

"I understand. Please use the Skill Favorable Inflection Procedure on me, so that I am less agitated."

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I understood why she was asking. "Okay, Noriko," I said, twisting fate just so, and any anxiety or fear that was still shown in her body language disappeared; her hands loosened on the back of my head, rather than practically clenching there, as we closed in on the Twilight Manor. "Out of curiosity, what do you see when I use You and Yours Stance? That's the technique I used earlier, before we left."

There was a quiet few seconds. "A loving father. Although I have been transported to another world and become the number one girl in a harem, as is common in the isekai story genre, it is still impossible for me to ever get a loving father. Thank you for providing me with the false impression of one, as it is very pleasant. If you would also like to have sex with me while wearing such a guise, that would also be very pleasant."

I knew Noriko didn't hold any sexual feelings for her actual father - it was just Hentalians having a weaker anti-incest instinct at play than humans. I just gave her leg a quick pat. "Sure," I told her. "But first, I made that promise to Loki, and I'm pretty sure she's going to still want to fuck me."

"Very well. I do not feel sexually intimidated by Loki, as she is flat-chested."

I let out a small snort. "You shouldn't feel sexually intimidated by anyone, Noriko. I love you."

"I love you as well," was her succinct response.

* * *

"Let's do it, let's do it," Loki said, her eyes having been wild with lust from pretty much the moment she saw me. We were now in the bedroom that me and my wives used, the massive arrangement of several smushed-up beds in the center. "All the gods up in Heaven are going to be incredibly jealous once they see what I got in my familia. I'd tell you to stay out of the Dungeon so I can fuck you more, and also so you're safe, but I'm pretty sure you'd ignore me," she added. "Come on. Do it. Do itttt," she whined.

"Let me make sure that we're not going to be observed." I went over to the curtains, tugging them that last little bit into place, making sure that no light from outside got in. Noriko quietly turned on one of the magic lamps in the room to better illuminate the place - it had a warm, almost fluorescent glow, like you'd expect of an electric light source. Loki was bouncing on the bed in scarcely contained frustration, energy, desire. "Okay," I said, taking in one long, deep breath- and when I exhaled, I let that alien destiny surround me. Noriko stared at me with a quiet, sincere smile on her lips - and Loki stared with naked, uninhibited lust in her eyes, her hands going for the base of her tight top. "What do you see, anyway?"

"Eh?" Loki asked, pausing for a moment. "You mean you don't know?"

"I just know it's... related to what you want." I decided not to say 'most heartfelt desire,' since that would definitely make her not tell me.

"Well then, uhh," Loki seemed to try to come up with a lie, and flounder for a few seconds, "look, it's just a hot chick with huge tits that she lets me grope all the time!" She proclaimed, as she started to strip away her clothes quickly. I was curious what she actually saw, but I guess it didn't really matter. Only a couple seconds later, she was naked as the day she was born, legs spread wide and inviting for me. "Come on, fuck me, hottie! You know you want to!"

I did, in fact, want to. She was an attractive woman, looking to be in the flower of youth but actually an immortal divine pervert. She was offering herself up on a platter, and, of course, her eyes were roaming my body like I was the hottest thing on the planet, as I disrobed. I didn't really take my time with it, but, strangely enough, I got the impression that the strip was having absolutely no effect on either Loki or Noriko, like they didn't care that I'd been clothed and now was naked. I guess the magic just worked that way, as I clambered up on the bed, in between Loki's spread legs. She had the sort of posture where, if she had a tail, you knew it would be beating rapidly, an excited, ridiculous look in her eyes as she stared down at where our groins were about to meet, her mouth half-open, a bit of drool slipping out.

I didn't immediately thrust inside her, despite the temptation. For all I knew, she was actually a virgin, or incredibly tight, so I just slipped in, in a long, languid motion. She wasn't incredibly tight, nor did I feel anything like a hymen, but she just wiggled happily beneath me, eyelashes fluttering, a lewd moan escaping her lips as I filled her up. It was a bit surprising - I really wouldn't have expected her to be that easy to please. It was probably Y&YS, thinking about it.

"Ooo, that's it, that's it, yeah, you like it," she gasped out, her hands coming up for my chest, starting to just squeeze at my pecs, her eyes wild. I was sliding out of her, taking my time with the thrusts, and Loki leaned up, her lips kissing at my bare chest hungrily, then mashing her cheeks up against me. "So good, you love it, love me," she panted out, more deliriously talking to herself as she snuggled into my torso than anything else.

"Say you love me," I told her, as I thrust into her sex repeatedly.

"I love you!" She cried, enthusiastically, before starting to lick at my bare chest. Her tongue was very long and flexible and attentive, her body shuddering as she twitched. I absently checked - no, that didn't count, I still had just seventeen points. I started to fuck her that little bit harder, tilting her body back down towards the bed as her tongue slithered across my bare skin. The bed squeaked beneath us as I took her like that. "Ah, I love your gorgeous body, and you love it, you love that I kiss and lick and suck," she said, before starting to try to just give a hickey to one of my pecs, my cock throbbing at the feeling. She had a kind of mania to her, as I fucked away, pounding her into the bed.

"I'm definitely enjoying myself," I told her. She was pretty tight, and she'd intermittently squeeze, her own orgasm approaching at a pace that was hard to properly gauge as I fucked her. I let my hands slide around her limber body, paying attention to her features as I teased at her breasts or clit, but there didn't seem to be any particular spot that got much of a response. Mostly, her attention seemed to be on me - her eyes roaming my body, her tongue licking, her lips kissing, her cheek pressing against my torso, her perky nipples scraping against my flesh. Her own hands had, at some point, started to just hold me tight from behind, an enthusiastic hug.

I decided to try approaching it from the more psychological, emotional side. She had been emphasizing my own emotional state in her own dirty talk, but I knew she was a human lie detector, so I couldn't go too far. "You feel so tight," I told her, and she hummed happily at that, squeezing her pussy on my dick. "You're hot," I breathed out, intensifying my pace as she gasped in pleasure at those words. "I want to fuck you again and again, until you fall in love with me." She came at that, her eyes rolling up in pleasure, her whole body spasming in ecstasy beneath me. Her legs snapped around my hips as I just groaned, bottoming out inside her and relishing the feeling of her tight pussy squeezing and milking my cock.

It felt fantastic, of course, and I spared a glance over at Noriko, who was watching the whole thing with a faint pink note to her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as if she'd just forgotten to close her mouth. I turned my attention back down to Loki, grasping her by the hips and hefting her up, twisting her body around until she was draped over me. With the strength enhancement of a Level Two falna, her body felt - relative to my strength - like she was less heavy than a brick, so I could easily keep her in that position with barely any effort as I fucked away. The shift in position just made her let out a lewd moan into my neck, as she started to lick and suck at that, too.

For my part, I intensified my pace inside her, grabbing her by the hips as I started to pound away. She let out cute little mumbles in my neck, the sorts of things that might have been compliments but mostly accomplished the purpose of lewdly filling the air, in between slurps and licks and nuzzles. I spoke up, myself, continuing with the kind of dirty talk she clearly liked: being complimented. "I like all the licking and kissing," I told her. "I like the way your fingers roam across my body. I like how enthusiastic you are, it's crazy sexy." Her body scrabbled against mine, legs twisting, fingers scraping across my back, as if she was trying to impress herself tighter against me - I just kept my hands on her hips and pounded at her.

There was one question I had about the whole situation, that I still hadn't checked on - You and Yours Stance made it an act of willpower to deny me. How would that work with orders, such as, for example... "Come."

Loki immediately spasmed beneath me, her pussy going wild around my dick as her fingers clawed at my back. Desperate, panting gasps escaped her throat, her eyeballs rolling around in her skull as she orgasmed, hard, on my cock. Her breathing became erratic and intense, as she struggled to deal with the pleasure, and it seemed almost to echo in my ears as she got plastered further and further against me. It was from a mix of her own energetic hugging - if indeed you could call it that, rather than glomping or some other more derogatory turn of phrase - and the way she wiggled frantically on my dick, which made her press her sweaty body against me, like trying to really smooth out some tape, but the end result was that I could have let go of her hips and it would have taken a couple seconds for gravity to start to disentangle our two bodies.

I wasn't done fucking her by that point, either. My fingers ran through her red hair, which had darkened quite a bit with sweat, as I pumped into her. Her breath in my ear was luxurious, lustful. Her body twisted faintly beneath me with each movement of my hips. I considered ordering her to love me, which caused a surge of arousal, but I decided it'd be wrong if it did work - and it probably wouldn't, anyway.

I lost track of time, fucking her. I had superhuman endurance, and she was on a hair trigger, as she came over and over. Sometimes it was just from mechanical mation, sometimes it was obviously enticed by her own delirious rantings about how much I wanted her, sometimes it was due to my dirty talk that covered much the same subject, and sometimes, it was just because I gave her a push over the edge by ordering her to come. (A failed attempt or two let me determine that I couldn't force her to orgasm from a dry start - she had to be reasonably close.)

When I finally did come inside her, she was pretty much fucked senseless, her sweat-slick body lying in a lewd mess on my marital bed, her tangled up hair looking even worse than the rest of her. She panted, her whole body slightly pink from exertion, and I eyed her up, half-considering just continuing to go - then a sudden weight changed the shape of the mattress, as a nude Noriko hopped up on the bed. "Darling," she said. "I would like to have sex with you."

"Sure, Noriko," I told her, as I approached her. My hand gently cupped her hips as I laid her down on the bed beneath me. Noriko's lips thinned just a mite - anybody else probably would have missed the subtle signal, but I was used to her, and had become more attuned to body language since I became a Sidereal. "What is it?" I asked her, brushing along her flank.

"I would rather have sex with you, when you are wearing this guise, when Loki is not stinking up the bed."

"Mmnot stinky," Loki mumbled haphazardly from her position as a spiderlike tangle of limbs.

"You have sweat profusely, which is associated with bad smells among most females."

I just let out a small laugh at Noriko's antics, and let You and Yours Stance fall away, making Noriko smile as I slid inside her. She pulled up into me, her lips meeting mine, her hungry tongue invading my mouth. She came even more than Loki had.

* * *

By the time that Cass and Julia returned from fighting crime, Loki had gotten up, given my ass a quick squeeze, and gotten herself dressed before making her way to the showers. She had some stiffness to her gait as she went, presumably from how hard we went at it, but she seemed perfectly satisfied with the sex and happy to have it again in the future.

When Cass and Julia arrived, I made sure the door was closed, and told Julia to make sex noises to minimize the chances of us being interrupted or listened in on. "Ah, goshujinsama, your cock feels so good in my ass-pussy!"

She was pretty good at that, actually. "We saw Noriko's dad when we were at the store," I explained to the pair. Noriko pretty much immediately curled up around me from behind, where I sat on the bed, her arms wrapping around my chest; I gently twisted her around so she was facing me from the front, in my lap.

Julia, for her part, just kept going. "Fuck me like the bitch onahole I am, goshujinsama! Choke me-khh!" She actually wrapped her own hands around her throat, squeezing away while continuing to make a wide variety of loud noises.

"I need the two of you to find out what familia he's with. His name is Goro Iwakari, he's like seven feet tall, muscular as hell - he's probably married to Setsuko Iwakari, who's more petite and really chesty up front."

"My mother is taller than any of your current wives," Noriko noted.

I patted her head. "Huh." I didn't remember that - I guess Nanashi was pretty tall? Or maybe Setsuko's personality made her feel like she was smaller than she really was - she was a bit of a shrinking violet thanks to Goro. "How much taller?"

"She is slightly taller than Erza."

"Purple hair and big tits, though, right?"

"Yes, that is correct, darling." I gave her a gentle pet as she snuggled up against me. "Will you have coitus with my mother, once you have defeated my father?" My cock throbbed a bit - Setsuko was hot in her source material, even if she was hardly my favorite girl from it (that was Noriko, obviously) - and my littlest wife took that as answer enough, humming softly as she rubbed against me.

"Right," I said, turning my attention back to the other two girls. "So, that's a description of who I want you to look into - Goro Iwakari, giant buff Asian dude, and Setsuko, reasonably tall busty Asian woman. You need to figure out which familia they're with."

The whole time, of course, Julia had been going on and on. "Ah, fuck this bitch onahole, fuck her, ahn, step on my face, step on my face," she panted out, hurriedly collapsing forward, pressing her cheek down against the floor and grinding it against the tile. "I'm your bitch, goshujinsama! Ah, come in me, come on me, mark me with your cum! I'll wear it all day, goshujinsama, if you tell me to!" I gave her face a little stomp, since she was asking so hard, and she let out a mewl of pleasure - Cass just blushed bright red.

"Clean it off, Bitch," I told her, taking my foot off her face. She made hungry lapping noises, licking at her fingers as if my cum was actually on them, those brilliant blue eyes of hers staring into mine. When she was 'finished,' she got up.

"We should go out again, goshujinsama," she said, taking Cass's hand in hers. "Thank you for satisfying this lowly bitch onahole's carnal lusts." She and Cass turned to go.

Hearing Julia talk like that, well- I went right back to fucking Noriko once she was gone, earning affectionate squeaks from the girl as she came and came, spraying cherry-strawberry juice all over the bed.

* * *

Goro considered the armor that Welf had made. It was of decent quality, at least, but people who wanted lightweight armor tended to want flexible, full-body coverings - the sort of thing to keep off scratches and stray hits - rather than thicker core coverage. It was something meant for Level Ones and Twos, not high level adventurers; he could have snapped it in half pretty easily, but there wasn't any reason to do that. "It's of good quality," he said, handing it back to Welf, who practically beamed at the comment, "but you should think about what adventurers want in armor, if you're going to be making it."

"Oh," Welf said, the word escaping with a sort of crestfallen melancholy to it. "You don't think anyone will buy it?"

Goro shook his head. "No. Pretty much any adventurer would either want heavier armor to protect their core, or some kind of light armor to protect their limbs. This doesn't have good coverage or good durability."

"I see..." Welf said, looking down at his work.

"Smithing is an art, Welf," he said, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder and giving a reassuring squeeze. "But it's also a business, and a thing done with purpose. If you don't want to make magic swords, I'm not going to tell you that you have to - but what you do make, consider who would buy it. Look at the sorts of armors adventurers at that level tend to wear." Welf nodded as Goro withdrew his hand.

"Thanks," Welf said. "And, I'm glad to see that Noriko is doing better," he said, with a sudden smile on his lips. Goro's annoyance showed on his face, because Welf flinched back. He never had to hit people - you didn't, when you were Level Five. "I saw her earlier?" He said, offering information to fill the uncomfortable. "Did she sneak out to see her boyfriend? She was riding on his shoulders." He gulped audibly. "I'm sorry, it probably wasn't her, I only saw them from a distance..."

"No, no," Goro replied, giving him a smile that wouldn't have reassured anybody. "There aren't many pale petite beauties like my daughter. Her mother used to look a lot like her, when she was younger..." His lips thinned at those old memories. Back before Setsuko had gotten... those disgusting things up front. "Don't worry, she won't be in any trouble just for going out. Especially since it sounds like she wasn't straining herself, if she was on the man's shoulders." He smiled, more naturally this time. Welf let out a sigh of relief, glad that he hadn't somehow caused Noriko trouble. Goro had worked hard to keep his daughter pure, and her cuteness and beauty was something that was appreciated by the rest of the Hephaistos Familia. With her porcelain skin, she was in some ways even more beautiful than her mother had been.

Of course, Noriko hadn't snuck out to be with her boyfriend - she had run off months ago. He hadn't admitted it because it would make him look bad, and he'd had Setsuko pretend to play homemaker and keep watch over their 'sick' daughter, wasting money on potions he didn't need to keep up appearances.

When he found the little rat who'd stolen away his daughter, he'd wring his neck. He'd make sure to do it right in front of Noriko, too. This kind of insubordination couldn't be allowed to slide.

"Did you catch the boy's name, by any chance?" Goro asked, smiling at Welf again. Welf shook his head. "What did he look like?"

Welf proceeded to describe him, in a good amount of detail.

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