Noticing the tell-tale look in Vahn’s eyes, Da Vinci couldn’t help but pause in her explanation, a teasing smile on her face as she mused, “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
Like someone who had just returned from their mind wandering, Vahn’s eyes came into focus on Da Vinci’s, his own expression morphing into a wry smile as he answered, “Indeed.”
Amused by Vahn’s reply, Da Vinci issued her characteristic giggle, a perfect amalgamation of elegance, amusement, and a bit of sultriness. At the same time, the tip her rather thick tail, covered in maroon-red scales on the back and a glossy cream-colored ventral scales on the underside, began to light gently waggle toward him in a teasing manner.
Resisting the urge to grab the tip of Da Vinci’s tail, Vahn just rolled his eyes as he stepped a little closer, his right hand digging into the flesh of her buttocks as he whispered, “I swear, you dragon girls won’t rest until you turn me into a beast…”
To punctuate his words, and silence Da Vinci’s teasing remark, Vahn planted a rather tame kiss on her lips, a peculiar contrast to the domineering way in which he lifted up her body until her feet were dangling off the ground. Most of the girls with draconic traits felt more at ease when he was a bit rough with them, and, though Da Vinci was more than a simple True Dragon, she had elected to keep the traits that made the race ‘enjoyable’.
Knowing things would get out of hand quickly if he fell into Da Vinci’s pace, Vahn separated his lips from hers before setting her down and saying, “Now, finish your explanation. I’ve been growing restless outside so I’m not sure how much longer I’ll stay in that world.”
Hearing Vahn’s words, Da Vinci’s peculiar pupils, shaped like angular infinity symbols, began to revert back to normal as she answered, “The problem with your proposition is that it fails to account for your nature. Creating a template for a Record isn’t that difficult. However, keeping the information about that Record a secret would be impossible. If you encounter difficulties, I do not have the confidence in being able to deny you access to the data. I would also like to avoid the situation where you come to blame me or yourself for any unforeseen incidents that might take place in that world. After all, without being able to directly analyze a Tier 6 Record, there are too many variables that I simply can’t account for.”
Though he understood the logic contained within Da Vinci’s words, Vahn couldn’t help but release a disappointed sigh. He obviously wasn’t disappointed in her, far from it. Instead, it was the fact she referenced his mentality that caused him to release a sigh.
During his time in the Akamatsuverse, Vahn realized that the only way for him to truly ‘enjoy’ his time within a Record was to know absolutely nothing about it. He was too sentimental, so, if he knew any of the world’s history or the roles specific people played within the story, it was impossible for him to simply ignore them.
In the hopes of creating a structured world that would allow him to efficiently increase his Soul Tier, Vahn had proposed that Da Vinci have Ark create a thematic world with a structure based on the system they had been developing to govern his Realm. This would hopefully make the future merger easier, but, as she pointed out, the plan only worked if he had the resolution to remain ignorant. Since he had a habit of overplanning, especially when he knew the ‘future’ of a Record, it was all but guaranteed that he would inquire about the world she had created the moment things stopped going his way…
Not wanting to leave Vahn without any options, Da Vinci cupped his cheek with her left hand, a gentle smile on her face as she softly stated, “Your problem is that you are too focused on being in control. I understand your concerns, but, much as you have done within the Realm, you should just let events play out. A time will inevitably come where you have all the power you could ever hope to obtain. At that point, there will be nothing to prevent you from simply reversing the flow of entropy or forcibly extracting people from the past at the exact moment of their death. Rather than desperately seek to control the situation, focus on the things that actually matter to you. Then, when everything else is said and done, there will be plenty of time to go back and fix the injustices you observed during your rise.”
Hearing Da Vinci’s suggestion, Vahn couldn’t help but stare at her with his mouth slightly agape. It seemed like such an ‘obvious’ solution, but, due to his empathic nature and desire to bring a stop to unnecessary suffering, it hadn’t even crossed his mind.
Seeing Vahn’s stupefied look, Da Vinci issued another characteristic giggle as she used her thumb to trace his bottom lip. This was enough to get him to close his mouth and come back to his senses, a massive grin spreading across his face as he wrapped his hands around her waist and asked, “Can you be any more amazing?”
Finding his choice of words amusing, a smile that could only be described as a masterpiece spread across Da Vinci’s lips as she answered, “Darling…for you, I can be whatever you want me to be…ufufufu~”
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Thanks to Da Vinci’s enlightening words, Vahn found himself in an indescribably great mood. It wasn’t a ‘perfect’ solution, as he still wouldn’t be able to simply ignore tragedies happening right in front of him, but, as she suggested, there would inevitably come a time when he could retroactively fix various injustices. He even had an example to support Da Vinci’s claim, as, during his time in the Nasuverse, Vahn had actually transmigrated several people; transplanting them from the past into the present.
Though there were bound to be numerous setbacks along the way, Vahn felt better just knowing he had more options. He might even find a ‘better’ solution at some point, so, with a smile on his face and a bit of pep in his step, he made his way over to a rather futuristic gym where Mordred could be found leg pressing nearly 400,000kg. She had a dull look on her face, but, after doing more than a thousand reps, a thin layer of sweat had spread across her largely exposed body.
Seeing Mordred attempting to exercise her frustrations away, Vahn felt a smidgeon of guilt before promptly tossing it to the back of his mind as he walked forward and said, “Very impressive…I see your legs have become even more toned than the last time I saw you…”
Mordred was more than a little surprised by the sudden appearance of her Chichiue, but, after a very brief pause, a cheeky grin spread across her face as she confidently stated, “We both know I don’t do this to tone my legs.”
With one final push, Mordred locked the weights in place before rising to her feet and facing her back towards Vahn. She was wearing a version of the Aegis that looked like a black sports bra and tight shorts that only covered around three-quarters of her butt cheeks. This made them stand out even more than normal, a fact Mordred was very aware of as she playfully jiggled her glutes and asked, “What do you think~?”
Similar to a connoisseur of the fine arts, Vahn adopted a serious and contemplative expression on his face, stroking his chin for several seconds before answering, “I might have to change my metric. Though I wouldn’t say it’s a ten-out-ten, I can’t bring myself to lower it to a nine…it’s too perfect to assign a decimal value so I’m really at a loss…hmm…”
Hearing her Chichiue’s words, Mordred snicked mischievously as she gave her own bottom a rather firm smack. This caused a ripple to pass through her nigh-perfectly sculpted posterior, but, as if to demonstrate its ability to retain its shape, it instantaneously returned to form as Mordred teasingly asked, “Want to give it a try?”
Though he might have refused in the past, Mordred was already fifty-three years old at this point. Her physical appearance hadn’t changed that much, largely due to her unique constitution, but, as such things hardly mattered, Vahn didn’t hesitate to walk over and give the pliant muscle group a firm squeeze, a wispy rainbow hue spreading across his palm.
Feeling the sudden and spontaneous tingle spread through her body, Mordred was unable to stop her teeth from clattering for a brief moment. A confused light flashed across her eyes, but, instead of asking what his intentions were, she leaned forward to use the leg press for support. This allowed Vahn to freely massage and fondle her butt, a ‘serious’ expression on his face as his thumbs probed her inner thighs and spread the moistening folds beneath the fabric.
Modred had no idea what was going through her Chichiue’s mind, but, after returning to Avalon and seeing how nearly everyone already had a child, her patience had been tested well beyond its natural limits. She didn’t necessarily want a child, but, after decades of abstinence in the pursuit of her training, her convictions had started to wane. The only thing that kept her going was knowing she would be able to spend an eternity with her Chichiue, but, after seeing so many others with a Divine Authority, Mordred couldn’t prevent some dark thoughts from taking root in the back of her mind…
Without beating around the bush, Vahn increased the potency of his [Hands of Nirvana] as he firmly stated, “I am going to stay within the Realm for a few months for training. During that time, you will be accompanying me. I intend to develop my Innates, but my primary purpose is to see whether or not you can achieve Tier 4. To that end, I will give you a taste of what Divinity is like…”
Though her heart was racing fast enough to cause a noticeable vibration within her body, Mordred was able to calm herself enough to nod her head and answer, “I’m ready…Chichiue…”
Seeing Mordred gripping the reinforced leg press hard enough to leave finger indents, Vahn knew she was pushing herself. She wasn’t the type to go back on her word, so she was bound to feel as though she had ‘betrayed’ both of their expectations. This was the reason why he didn’t really leave her much of a choice in the matter, and, though his original intent was to try and awaken his Innate, he was now fully prepared to push Mordred far beyond her limits.
Having formed his conviction, Vahn created a parallel space overtop the gym, completely isolating himself and Mordred from the principal axis of reality. He was intending to meld with her, so, even if he held back, things were bound to get a little chaotic. There was even a chance she would reach Tier 4 during the experience, and, as was often the case when someone obtained Tier 4 for the first time, her aura was bound to explode and destroy the surroundings.
With his preparations completed, Vahn tore the fabric of Mordred’s Aegis as if it was weaker than wet paper. He could have removed them with a thought, but, knowing Mordred would appreciate it more if he portrayed a more dominant side, that is exactly what he intended to do.
Skipping the usual foreplay in its entirety, Vahn spread Mordred’s glistening folds by squeezing her left butt cheek rather forcibly. He could see her surprisingly pristine hymen, undamaged despite all of her intense training and battles. She also rarely masturbated, so, despite her boyish and slightly arrogant nature, Mordred was actually very ‘innocent’ when it came to sexual matters.
Vahn would have liked to guide her through the process step-by-step, but, taking Da Vinci’s advice to heart, he decided not to worry about such things. He knew what Mordred craved, so, without any discernible hesitation, he lined himself up with her entrance, his glans gaining a subtle rainbow hue as he trespassed her depths in a single swift motion…
(A/N: Alternate Titles: ‘Vahn has been making a lot of ‘progress’ in his Realm…’)
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