Chapter 8: Chapter 7

Syr seemed in excellent health as she approached Cass and Erza's table yet again. She smiled pleasantly at the pair as Erza ordered for them both, and Cass kept a careful gaze on the woman in question. "Oh, that reminds me," she lied. "Well, it wasn't a reminder," she course-corrected, perhaps detecting the way that Cass's hackles rose at the open deception, "honestly I was just looking for an excuse to bring it up. How did your training with Ryu go?"

"It went excellently. She's a vigorous partner."

"And why did she come into work covered in multicolored paints and have to bathe?"

"That was our comrade, The Prettiest Princess," Erza explained. Syr twitched almost imperceptibly at the name. She hadn't done so in the past, when the nameless girl's title had come up in passing; only now. It was the tiniest thing, but it represented something meaningful. Disgust. Contempt. Loathing. Quiet and restrained, but very definitely present. It was the microscopic fractional representation of viewing the nameless girl in much the same way one might view a giant worm that had crawled across one's ankle. "Her weapons are dangerous, so she used a simple paint equivalent, to represent a strike with them."

"Oh, I see. That's quite clever. Was it really necessary to use so much, though? Poor Ryu had to bathe hard, and her hair's several different colors, now."

"Some were explosive."

"Ah," was all Syr said by way of reply.

"Do you... not like... her?" Cass asked.

"Oh, I love Ryu," Syr said with a warm and pitiless smile. It was the absolute truth, but it was a much sharper, more dangerous truth than Cass really understood. She said it with a similar undertone to her body language that somebody hinting at a switchblade in their sleeve or a gun hidden in their jacket might have.

Of course, Cass hadn't meant Ryu, and Syr knew that, too. She was avoiding the question. "I mean... the other girl."

"The other girl?" Syr pretended ignorance.

"The Prettiest Princess," Erza supplied. The words in that title were long and thick and stringy, so Cass had trouble with them.

"Oh. Who is that?" Syr kept on feigning ignorance.

"Our dark-skinned sister-wife," Erza explained.

"Ah. I haven't properly met her." It was the truth, but it didn't mean that Syr liked the nameless girl. "I think I got sick just as she showed up." It was the truth, but the two facts weren't unrelated - she got sick because the nameless girl showed up, or something similar to that.

"Does she... make you want to... puke?" Cass asked, slowly.

Syr's expression became stiffer. "Who would want to puke?" She didn't want to puke, but she did feel the urge to... or something like that. Cass didn't know why she was trying so hard to figure out the particulars. Talking to Syr like this felt so unpleasant.

"Why... don't you like her?" Cass asked, and Syr's expression just got more strained, a certain glint in her eyes as she stared down Cass.

She let out a small laugh. "It's just something about her! We're not required to like everybody in the whole world, are we? I can dislike just one person, can't I?"

"That is my sister-wife that you're speaking of..." Erza began, a firmness in her speech and body language that soon dissipated. "But I suppose she can be difficult to deal with."

Syr smiled, but Cass knew that wasn't the problem. It was frustrating. "Ah! You keep talking about sister-wife this, sister-wife that, is your husband that lovely dark-haired man you brought with you when you also brought-" her nose crinkled, an undisguised movement, "The Prettiest Princess? I wasn't feeling well, but he did look quite nice and unique."

"Yes, that is our darling husband, Drake," Erza said.

"Can I meet him?" Syr asked, a broad smile on her lips. "I'm sorry, I just love meeting new people, and he must be a very interesting person to have the two of you as his wives!"

"I would be happy to introduce you to him," Erza said.

* * *

"I honestly don't even think you two should be going there," I said, after Erza invited me to the Hostess of Fertility.

"Why not?" Erza asked, seeming genuinely confused, but ready to listen.

"I didn't realize how much the place costs before." The prices were genuinely obscene. Julia had paid my share when we'd visited, since she'd been the one to actually suggest the place, but I didn't want to spend that much on food even on somebody else's dime. I had enjoyed getting to eat burritos again, but I mostly ate food for sustenance, not joy, and a price tag measured in the hundreds of valis was way too fucking much. Based on comparisons to other food, I'd put the three hundred valis pricetag on one pasta at something like thirty to sixty bucks, better known as "fuck off, no food is that good" prices. "It's basically robbery."

Erza was one thing - I didn't remember her as being a budgeter in Fairy Tail, so perhaps she was simply a spendthrift - but Cass had difficulty reading, much less doing math. My differing opinion on the two was apparently clear enough to Cass, who said, "Erza... pays for my meals..."

"Cass only comes because of me, so it's only right that I keep paying."

"Why not go eat somewhere else?" I asked, becoming less and less sure I understood the situation. Was Erza... some kind of maid cafe addict?

"Syr is there." She was. She was a maid cafe addict. "This is also why Cass doesn't want me to go there alone," she added.

"Cass?" I asked, becoming increasingly confused.

"Syr is... hiding something... important," Cass said.

It took basically no time after Cass said that for me to turn around. "I'm going to find Bitch so I can talk to her for a second," I said, stomping through the Twilight Manor to find Julia; she was in the yard practicing shooting the training dummies with paintballs, Tiona quietly watching. She was the twin sister of Tione, and though they had pretty much identical features, they had quite different bodies, Tiona being pretty much flat-chested and Tione having a hefty bust. "Bitch," I said. "I need to ask you something private," I noted, glancing over at Tiona.

"You really let him call you that? Tione said, but yeesh."

"Goshujinsama can call me whatever he wants," Julia said, just tucking the gun into her armpits. "I'm his lowly bitch onahole, meant to get-"

"Bitch," I interrupted. "Come on. She's just like this," I added to Tiona, who seemed less than certain I was telling the truth.

We made our way back to our room, where Erza and Cass were waiting. I closed the door behind us, and I turned my attention to Julia. "What's up with Syr?" I asked. Julia had meta-knowledge of this setting, and she had also acted odd about Syr, but I'd thought that she just hadn't liked her as a waifu for whatever reason.

"Oh, is that all, goshujinsama? I thought you were going to rape me... finally just take my virginity, claim me as your woman... though if you're going to do it, I'd rather it was in the training grounds, right in front of Tiona and anybody else who happens to see. Maybe when Ais and Tione are there, so they can see how a real man treats his blushing bride, and don't waste their time with their grass-eating shotas." I gave her an unimpressed look. "Ah... it's just a theory, but Syr is an epithet for Freya in Norse myth, and she has a similar description to Freya, and Episode Ryu might as well have the supporting cast saying It's almost as if Syr is Freya! at one point. So, Syr is almost certainly Freya, or maybe just extremely Freya-adjacent, like Freya's daughter or something. That's probably also why she got sick when I came in; Freya can see people's souls."

Julia was an Abyssal - a human empowered by a Neverborn-tainted Exaltation, with the Neverborn being dead-and-rotting gods. The spiritual taint was nasty enough in Julia's case that basically every symbol of Loki in the Twilight Manor had been tarnished or ripped in some way at this point just by her mere presence.

That wasn't what was important at the moment, though. "Freya, as in the Freya familia, the Loki familia's major rivals, with the only Level Seven adventurer in Orario?"

"No, goshujinsama, the other Freya, the one who's meant to be turned into an onahole for you to rape. Ah, wait, those are the same Freya, goshujinsama, I'm sorry." I chose to ignore her attitude.

"If Syr is indeed Freya, as The Prettiest Princess suggests," Erza said, "she has still been nothing but friendly. She gave Cass those gauntlets she's been using."

"She also runs a horrible harem full of people who basically all hate each other and barely restrain themselves from killing one another," Julia continued. "Not a fun harem like this one, goshujinsama, where we all have kinky orgies every night! Though, I don't know Syr is Freya. It would be wrong to assume that just because this is Danmachi, all the things from Danmachi are true. Maybe things are different here. I always check before doing anything, don't worry, goshujinsama. I wouldn't want to accidentally kill anybody innocent."

"I'm glad to hear that," I said, taking a moment to consider what Julia had said. If Syr was Freya, or Freya's daughter, or, I don't know, Freya's pig? My brain rapidly put together the fact that her one Level Seven adventurer, Ottar, was a Boaz - a boar person - and she herself was apparently associated with pigs, thus having 'Sow' for a title. Unfortunately that was completely useless so I tossed it aside for the moment, trying to make any useful determinations from this fact. "What is this Freya like?"

"Mischievous, cunning, runs a really terrible harem, not like yours goshujinsama, yours is great, we're all friends, joousama treats me like her personal masturbation aid, it's all so wonderful-" I actually smacked her face to put her back on target, and she let out a soft pant of pleasure at the strike, hand rubbing her cheek. "Ah, right, Freya. She comes off as a bit... like Ais?"

"Like Ais?" I asked, having absolutely no idea what that could mean.

"Sort of... 'oh, that's what we were talking about?' A bit different, but when she gets in trouble with the Guild she's just, 'Eh. Okay.' No real fight or anything. And very smug, too. I wanted somebody to wipe that smugness of her face with violent rape soooo many times, goshujinsama." She smiled as she said it. "Oh wow, I'm a literal ancient goddess and I'm soooo much smarter than you. Maybe. But is she smarter than rape?"

"Bitch. Focus. I'm not going to rape Syr or Freya." She actually pouted at that. "What's useful information?"

"She's smart, extremely rich, very powerful, and very dangerous. But, unless you've usurped the position of Bell somehow, then she's not going to be much more interested in you than in Erza or Cass," she explained.

I grimaced. I had been empowered by Venus, who, yes, included love and lust in her portfolio, and she had grafted a part of her Essence onto me, making me a Chosen of Serenity. If Freya could see souls, she could presumably see the Exaltation grafted onto mine, which might explain her sudden interest. "Why did she become so interested in Bell?"

"He had a truly pure, transparent, soul."

In other words, because of how his soul looked. I needed to do something to check. I put down two cups and grabbed a coin, gently balancing it on the edge of both. As a Chosen of Serenity, I had the capacity for - limited - foresight. Namely, on whether or not a potential union was auspicious. Meetings, despite being part of my purview, were too open-ended to really get a firm idea in advance of, but if me getting together with Syr was a bad idea, this would tell me as much. "Left is Syr would be a good wife for me, right is Syr would be a bad wife for me," I said. Or vice versa, but, I really doubted I was going to be worse to her than she was going to be to me.

"Ooo, goshujinsama, do me next! It'll be the left, I promise!" Julia said.

"I don't need to do you, Erza, Cass, or Noriko, since I already know that you're all great wives." I actually hadn't said that to get brownie points, but it was pretty clear I'd earned them anyway, Cass actually blushing and ducking her head a bit. I flicked my finger up, sending the coin into the air, and it wound up sliding along the rim of the right cup before falling in. It landed tails, positioned so that the little building seemed to be overturned, presumably representing... well, something bad happening to my household, at a guess. Anyway, don't get married to Syr. Duly noted.

"Now find out if it's auspicious for her to become your bitch!" Julia said gleefully.

"I'm not going to make her my bitch," I said.

"Just find out, goshujinsama! It's not tiring, is it?"

"...no, it's not." I sighed. "Left is Syr would be a good bitch, right is Syr wouldn't be a good bitch." I flicked the coin into the air again, and this time, it landed on the left side, falling so that the head seemed to be facing downward; combined with a knot of rings on the inside of the wooden cup, it looked almost like it was being pushed into a pillow. Julia's eyes lit up and I really regretted doing that. "I'm still not going to do it."

"Ah... goshujinsama is so kind. Even though he knows that Syr would make a good bitch onahole like me, he won't turn her into one. Would you turn her into one if she did something really terrible, goshujinsama?"

"No." Though, if Julia turned her into one, it wasn't like I'd kill her to put her out of her misery (?) or something... anyway. "I guess this wasn't as helpful as I thought it'd be. It's not like I was going to marry Syr anyway." I sighed. "Sure. After today in the Dungeon, I'll go with you," I told Erza and Cass.

* * *

The thing I hadn't considered about 'after today in the Dungeon' is that Erza and Cass spent much longer in the Dungeon than the rest of us. And were much more enthusiastic about fighting in it. And that my stats weren't quite high enough to dip below the fourth floor, and I wasn't some idiot who just did the dumbest shit imaginable and got himself killed, so I wasn't going to go below the fourth floor before I had the proper stats for it. The consequence of all that, is that they were just tearing through goblins and kobolds with relentless tenacity, Erza carving through a half-dozen in a single stroke, Cass smashing her fist right through their throats to decapitate them.

It was a grisly series of scenes. I was throwing one of my collection of throwing knives at the goblins and kobolds every time I spotted a chance, but I definitely wasn't getting very much excelia, since Cass and Erza were doing all the work. I mostly wound up doing the work of removing the monster stones from the corpses. You couldn't just leave them there, since other monsters could eat them and get stronger. If an adventurer was unable to carry any more stones, it was actually not unknown for them to just smash the magic stones of any monster they killed.

It was easy to understand why the locals tended to personify the Dungeon, as if it was a living, intelligent entity. Being more familiar with how smart something could be without actually being a person, I wasn't so sure about it, but it was certainly acting like it was annoyed with us, given the way it kept belching out fresh goblins and kobolds from its walls in positions seemingly hand-picked to result in them having a chance to throw something at me while I stood in midair on the threads of fate.

It didn't really help, though. The closest it got was when two of the goblins threw a third up at me, but I just twisted fate around me for a moment and it kept on sailing past, getting treated like a particularly squishy baseball by Erza just a second or two later.

By the time we were done in the Dungeon, I got to see just how blood-soaked the pair typically were. I was less messy - I'd been floating and acting from a distance - but my hands were dirty with black crud and monster ash, and my shoes were stained with blood. The two of them... well, the tower built over the Dungeon had a place to wash up both yourself and your equipment, for free. It was clearly for a reason, if they were anything close to representative of how dirty adventurers normally got in the Dungeon.

Leaving together with them was nice; Erza was in her iconic Heart Kreuz armor rather than the variety of combat armors she'd worn in the Dungeon, and Cass's dark hair was still a bit wet as she held my hand and practically clung to me. I definitely didn't want to spend anywhere close to as long as they did in the Dungeon, since I wasn't a training maniac, but I didn't feel like I was failing them somehow in not doing that, and neither of them seemed to feel that way either. Different people had different hobbies, after all. Their primary hobbies were fighting and training, and the Dungeon was just about the best place to do that, other than maybe training with other members of the Loki familia.

When we arrived at the Hostess of Fertility... it's hard to explain the sensation. I hadn't expected it myself - if I had, I wouldn't have shown up there. It was a thick tension, like when you're watching a movie and it seems like the bad guy's been defeated, but there's still over an hour left of runtime, and you know that it's all an illusion. Perhaps it was just that the fact that I was going to meet a crazed goddess actually impacted my thick skull at that point.

She didn't seem like a crazed goddess, as she approached the trio of us, a bright smile on her lips. "So, you're Drake Holt?" She asked. "Erza talks about you so much. Maybe a little too much," she added, with a playful wink. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was just a friendly waitress. I was, however, reaffirmed in my position not to ask Julia too many questions about metaknowledge in this world full of magic lie detectors, since I was now practically terrified that anything I said could give away some deep-seated secret of mine. "Cat got your tongue? But I don't think Anya came by your table..."

"Anya is a catfolk waitress at this restaurant," Erza told me, somehow completely not caring about the fact that she was probably talking to a deity.

I had some supernatural talents in the things under the purview of Venus, which meant dancing, crafts, law, other shit I was no good at, and also the ability to read people. For the first time I really drew on that part of the well of power that rolled through my body, speaking clearly and carefully. "I'm just curious why you were so eager to meet me." Truthful, and it came out like I wasn't half-terrified, pretty much entirely by accident.

"Ah, well, you have these two lovely ladies as your wives, of course I'd be a bit curious about what man got their attention," Syr said with a warm smile. "I did catch a look at you and thought you were rather dashing yourself."

"I bet you say that to all the guys," I replied, barely even thinking about it, but she just giggled playfully.

"Mmm, only the dashing ones," she said, with a sliver of a smile on her lips. "Now, what will you be having?"

I picked out the same thing I'd gotten when we'd all come to the Hostess of Fertility: mozzarella sticks. I didn't used to be able to have them, since they'd generally have paprika, and even if they didn't, the marinara definitely had nightshades in them; either way, it was another nice little thing to enjoy about a new life in another world. It really seemed like the available menu in Orario was as broadly international as the one back in America, which was nice. Erza and Cass both ordered copious amounts of cake and meat.

When she headed back to the kitchen, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Cass spoke up. "She can... tell you're... anxious," she said. Of course she could. Fuck, this was a bad idea. It was definitely a bad idea to get the low-down from Julia so my brain could start running a mile a minute with all kinds of terrible possibilities for what Syr/Freya might do to me.

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"Your father is here," one of the lower-ranked adventurers of the Loki familia told the girl without a name. The man in question wore a sour expression, probably because the girl without a name had her face practically smeared in Noriko's juices and hadn't bothered to clean up. He was the one who interrupted her, though! He should have expected this kind of thing.

"I don't want to talk to him. Tell him to fuck off," the girl without a name replied.

"He seemed quite insistent. Something happened to your mother."

The girl without a name paused. "Let me get presentable," she said, and hurriedly got dressed, glancing over at the flush form of Noriko. "Sorry, joousama. This lowly bitch onahole has to go check on her mother. I promise when I get back, I'll get back to eating you out as is my duty."

"Good. I will look forward to this, as you make an adequate substitute for my darling Drake when he is unavailable, Bitch." Noriko was just so adorably cute and bratty!

She pulled on her clothes, considered whether or not to wipe off her face, and decided that she should wipe it off since this conversation might actually be important, unlike every other conversation with her father in her entire life, which had been meaningless trash with a man who was also meaningless trash. She hoofed it down to the front gates of the Loki familia, then lazily dangled her arms through it while refusing to actually pass on to the other side, simply meeting her father's eyes as she pressed her head against the cold iron of the gate. He didn't look like he was in great shape, with a split lip and a few other cuts and bruises from a pretty thorough (and well-deserved) beating. "What's it?" She asked, intentionally corrupting the words just so, enough that they were awkward to understand but still technically correct. What's was a contraction of what is, after all.

"That..." he pursed his lips. "Your mother. They - the men I owe money to, they came to our home, and they started beating me."

"Oh, so you sold me out to become their sex slave?" The girl without a name asked.

"What? No, of course not." That was a surprise. "They were after you, but your mother - she told them that you were a member of the Loki familia, that we couldn't do anything. They decided that-" he seemed honestly choked up for just a moment. "That they'd take her instead, since they couldn't get you. Can you- can the Loki familia do something? It's your mother. I may not be the most... best... with money, but..."

"Oh, it's fine. I told you to sell me out to become their sex slave, Dad," the girl without a name said, shaking her head lazily. "Was it Terry Cervantes of the Grand Casino El Dorado Resort who did it?"

"I... think so, yes," her father said, seeming enervated and lost. "I don't know what to do."

"I already told you what to do, sell me out as a sex slave. Now I'm going to have to do it myself." She let out a long-suffering sigh. "Just go home, I'll have Mom back before morning."

"Xulia-" he said, using a name for a girl who no longer existed. The girl without a name just ignored the words that came next, since she couldn't respond to them anyway.

He was still waiting outside the gates when she came back, though he didn't notice her passing him by.

* * *

"I don't drink," I said, waving my hand. "Just water, thank you."

"Come in, loosen up," Syr said, with a warm and friendly smile on her lips. She'd somehow managed to find her way to settle into the chair next to me. "You're so tense. Am I really that scary?"

"Yes," I said, twisting Essence around my words to make the truth appear like a lie.

She just giggled at that. "Oh, you really know how to flatter a girl. Come on. You've got four wives, what do you care what a common city girl thinks of you?" She tilted her head curiously. She really wasn't letting up on this topic. I needed to force a conversation change, because it was quite clear to me that Syr had similar superhuman people-reading talents to Cass's. It wasn't the simple lie detector of Loki, but something deeper, that could find the emotional turmoil I was in being so close to one of the most powerful people in Orario.

"I'm not used to women coming onto me."

"Ah? Am I coming onto you?" She asked, looking down at herself as if she had no idea what she was doing.

"You did invite me out to a restaurant," I pointed out, using the brief opening to say something more flirty, and by extension, meaningless and comfortable.

"I didn't offer to pay, though," she said, with a cheshire cat grin. "It's more like I'm trying to wring some money out of you, isn't it?"

"I like my money, so that's scary too," I said, making her laugh again.

"Hmm. Maybe, maybe," she agreed, tilting her head side to side. "I don't think that's what you're scared of, though, and it's got me veeery curious," she said.

Maybe a truthful thing that could partly explain my reticence? "I actually can do a limited form of augury," I said, and she quirked one eyebrow at that. I had actually gotten the impression that adventurers were extremely not superstitious, which was unusual for people in such a dangerous profession. I assume it had to do with the actual material presence of gods, and the fact that the Dungeon was pretty explicitly a no-gods-allowed zone. "It lets me know if a union will be auspicious or not."

"Oh? So what did you ask it?"

"The answer was bad," I told Syr.

She made a small 'tsk' noise, shaking her head. "Maybe you were just imagining it."

"I wasn't, it's real magic, if a simple and very restricted version of it."

"Hmm. Do a reading for me, then." She smiled as she spoke.

"Sure," I said, glad that the conversation was on a less threatening subject. "What union do you want checked out?"

"Hmm... how about, what if me and Cass got married?" She smiled pleasantly as she asked it.

"I don't think it would be very auspicious, since Cass is straight," I explained.

Syr just smiled, pressing one finger to her cheek playfully. "That hasn't stopped as many people as you'd think. I want to see it."

I sighed. I needed some chaotic system to do the augury properly. Dice, coins, or just wind and light materials. I took a mostly cleaned off plate and my glass of water. "Flow left if it would be auspicious, flow right if it would be inauspicious, for Cass and Syr to get married."

"Reverse it," Syr said before I could do it. I looked up at her, confused. "Make it right flowing for auspicious."

"Okay. Left for inauspicious, right for auspicious," I said, and poured out a few droplets of water onto the plate. As the water gathered into a puddle, it leaned towards the left, each splash seeming to send a splatter leftward. The water mixed with some speckles of marinara sauce, producing a smear like blood. Very inauspicious, it seemed like.

"Oh..." Syr pouted, but it was clear she didn't really believe it had worked. Her expression stared at it, as if she was trying to figure out what the trick was. She reached for the plate and spun it around, and the water remained on the same side of it, rather than drifting along the plate. "Hmm. I don't think I like this magic very much." Given who she almost-certainly was, I could feel the tension run through my body - then I was fortunately interrupted by a man rushing through the door of the Hostess of Fertility.

The man in question was Ken, Julia's dad. "Drake, my, my daughter," he sputtered out, clearly in deep emotional distress.

I listened to his story.

* * *

"Ahhh, once your boss finishes raping me, if he wants to share me with you, then he can, but I'm still a virgin, so I don't think he'll want you to take me now," the girl without a name told the men taking her in. They hadn't actually brought up the idea of raping her first, but she didn't much care, as they frog-marched her into the ostentatious mansion that 'Terry Cervantes' called home. She sadly hadn't managed to figure out if the man was really Ted, as he had been in Episode Ryu. So far, everything had aligned with the LNs as far as she could tell, but there was plenty of wiggle room on fine details like this.

Oh well. He was still a serial rapist either way. She just smiled and hummed as she was taken inside. She had dressed herself up nice, with black mourning clothes, and she felt particularly good as a consequence. The feeling one has the day after recovering from an illness. Ordinarily, she just relied on carrying around monster stones in a visible place to ward off the cloying feeling of feigning at being alive - they worked as well as skulls, for whatever reason. She supposed they were a similar thing, the vital organ and representation of a dead thing being dead.

"Yes... you definitely are a beauty," 'Terry Cervantes' said. He was a dwarf with white hair and a sharp beard. "Why the mourning clothes?"

"I'm mourning for my chastity, which you're about to take," the girl without a name said, smiling brightly. "My own husband hasn't gotten the chance yet, we've been putting it off, you see." He grinned at that, and she couldn't blame him - NTR was very hot, but in real life, one should be loyal to one's partner (unless they're abusive or similar, then one should NTR them until they cry). "Will you let my mother go free?"

"Oh, sure, sure," he said, in a tone of voice that told her that he had no such plans. She didn't care. His plans didn't matter, as he was going to cease to be alive in short order. "You're much prettier anyway. Let's go to the bedroom," he said, actually licking his lips lasciviously.

She dutifully followed after him up to his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them. She even closed the deadbolt, and 'Terry Cervantes' seemed none the wiser as he started to undo his suit. "Do you know what it's called, when you force a woman to have sex with you?" She asked pleasantly. His gaze flicked up to her, pausing in its movements. "It's called rape. It's a very serious crime."

He just snorted dismissively at that. "You don't need to worry about anything like that," he said. "Nobody in Orario will risk-"

There was a thunderous bang, and his head simply exploded, a hole the size of a thumb punched in the dead center of his brow and a plume of brains and blood and skull exploding out the back. He didn't even have time to react. She assumed he was Level One, since she wasn't sure she could have made a shot like that if he were Level Two without any reaction. She had called forth the gun and fired it in the same fragmentary moment, as quick as she could. Of course, she'd also made a very loud noise, since she had used an anti-materiel rifle.

She ignored the bangs on the door from the other side, shouting from his various employees, inquiring as to his health, to what that sound was. She pulled the string and let her black Essence cloak her into nothingness.

The room had no windows, but that didn't matter, she simply crawled up into the corner of the top shelf in his closet, watching as his employees finally knocked the door down, being greeted by the grisly sight of their employer, half-undressed, and very, very dead. They started shouting angrily, looking through the room, but the Ganesha familia was also present, and soon was here as well. Once they were, she plucked the note she'd written in advance from her cleavage:

Rapist. Use status thief - may not be Terry Cervantes, but instead Ted, former criminal. Employs murderers, so farewell.

She folded it into a paper airplane, one at just the gentlest of angles, and threw it into the air, watching it seem to spin around the oblivious people for a moment before descending at just the right moment to quietly impact the cheek of the apparent leader, a woman. Her brow furrowed as she unfolded the paper. Her gaze went to the half-naked body in question, and she flipped him onto his back. "I need some status thief, now," she barked out to her men - a minute or two later, she dripped it out onto the back of the man in question, revealing to the whole world that he was not Terry Cervantes, but instead Ted.

The girl without a name smiled and watched as the entire mood shifted, his former employees suddenly under sharp scrutiny. She waited for literal hours for them to clear out the room, to arrest various people. It was extremely tough, keeping her trembling thighs and wet sex under control as she stared at the slowly-rotting body of Ted. Eventually he was carted out, which helped, but there was still the thick scent of death in the room, of blood and gore, an all-natural aphrodisiac. She was glad when the Ganesha familia finally left the scene so she could clamber out of her hiding place.

Drake, Erza, Cass, and Noriko were waiting outside the location, clearly very worried about her. She appreciated the concern, but she wished that Drake had just gone home - that way, she could just rush back to him and have him fuck her senseless. Drake didn't like public sex, so it was unlikely he'd fuck her right here and now. She placed herself behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. "Goshujinsama, let's go home. Will you finally rape my cunt to make sure that nobody ever takes that first time from you?"

He growled ravenously and pulled her up against him. "Bitch, I was starting to worry," he breathed. "Let's go home before anybody notices you."

That wasn't an answer to her question. She let out a soft sigh. Drake really knew how to drag things out. He was firmly establishing that she was nothing but his bitch onahole. But her pussy was practically gushing, begging for him to fill her up...

Oh well. Hopefully he would ass-fuck her at least. If he was planning to punish her for killing her mother's (hopefully would-be) rapist, then she would actually be upset with him. There were things that had to be done, and that was one of them.

* * *

I actually really wished I'd managed to figure out how to perform You and Yours Stance; I definitely wanted to fuck Julia into the bed. In fact, as I laid her out on the bed, tearing off her ridiculous black mourning clothes, I hissed in her ear. "Would you rather I take you now, or that I wait until I can make it something truly extra-special?"

She hesitated just a moment, her whole body trembling with desire, then she spoke. "Truly special, goshujinsama," she breathed.

So when I pulled out my cock, I slammed it unceremoniously into her unresisting asshole, making her jerk and spasm in undisguised ecstasy as she came the moment I put it in. She actually squirted somehow, spraying up onto my pelvis as I took her. I gave her ass a sharp spanking. "You really scared the shit out of all of us, Bitch," I told her.

"Shorry, goshujinshama," she slurred out, still halfway in the throes of orgasm, her whole body writhing beneath me. "I kuh, couldn't, leaf, my moffer, to ge' rayped," she managed, and those words were enough to kill any anger I had about the entire situation. It had actually helped me out, giving me an excuse to escape Syr's scarcely-disguised interrogation. And everything had turned out fine in the end, after all.

"Don't just apologize to me. Apologize to Noriko, Cass, and Erza too," I grunted. "We all care about you, you know."

"Yes, Bitch. You are a very good masturbation aid for me. You have also offered to hurt Goro on my behalf, which would be good too."

"You are our friend and comrade, The Prettiest Princess."

"I... was worried..."

"Sorry!" Julia squealed the words out like a stuck pig, scarcely able to talk as she just orgasmed a second time almost immediately after the first. "I'm a lowly bitch onahole who hurts the people she loves with her endless lust for death and violence," she continued, making Cass blush. "I can't stop myself," she added, and I reached with one hand for her throat. The subtle tilt of her head told me that I was good to go, and my fingers constricted around her lovely black throat, making her asshole squeeze and tighten on my dick.

"You say all that, but you're horny as fuck, aren't you?" She gurgled wetly as much as she could, with an adventurer's fingers constricted tight around her throat. Some saliva bubbled forth. "I think if I had told you not to do it, you still would have done it." She nodded. "That makes you a disobedient bitch who needs to be punished, doesn't it?" She nodded again, actually orgasming, and I let up the pressure on her throat, letting her suck in desperate breaths as her whole body shook beneath me.

"When you are finished punishment-raping Bitch, will you also have sex with me, darling?" Noriko asked. "We have only had early-morning wakeup sex today, but not evening lovey-dovey goodnight sex, which is also important in a marriage."

"Yes," I breathed out. "Look at what you did, Bitch. You made Noriko wait. Apologize to her."

"Sorry, joousama," Julia said, without the slightest trace of hesitation. "I'll eat you, ah, out, while you, ahn, read tomorrow, to make it, up to-" she was cut off as she came again. She was really on a hair trigger at the moment.

Noriko approached the scene quietly, clambering up onto the bed and looking down at Julia's expression quietly. Then she just backhanded her. It was hard enough to make a noise echo in the room, and I could feel Julia tighten still further on my cock. "Rather than apologizing, you should promise to do better in the future. As you are a masturbation aid, Bitch, you are meant to always be available to satisfy my sexual desires. In fact, you stopped satisfying my sexual desires in order to go do what you did. Further, you promised to eat me out when you returned, but you are not eating me out. This is another failure on your part."

Julia's eyes rolled around in her head, her tongue slithering out past her lips to beat at the air; Noriko took hold of it, plucking it between her fingers in an extremely sexy show, continuing to monologue. "You are being used by my darling husband. Although we have in the past performed a technique he refers to as 'Eiffel tower,' this is punishment-fuck, and therefore, you do not deserve to have the chance to eat my delicious pussy. If we had a non-delicious pussy, belonging to a woman who would want you to eat it, I would make you do so, but unfortunately, both Erza and Cass are what is known as 'heterosexual.'"

At that point, she released Julia's tongue. "I'm sorry, joousama, I'm a bad bitch onahole who needs to be punished. You and goshujinsama should both punish me for hours and hours until you're satisfied-" Noriko slapped her face again, and she immediately came.

I don't know how effective it was, but we did wind up 'punishing' Julia for hours and hours. I eventually managed to get cleaned up and satisfy poor Erza too, since she had spent all that time patiently watching and waiting her turn.

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