Mushoku Impact

"Still pouting? It's not like I blamed you or anything..."
Instead of replying to Paul's words, Ghislaine continued blowing bubbles in the warm bath he had created for them using Beginner Rank Water and Fire Magic. She had come to her senses about three weeks after the start of the mating season, and she had been in a glum and gloomy mood ever since.&nbsp;
Shrugging his shoulders, Paul allowed Ghislaine to continue sulking and just focused on cleaning her thick mane of ashen-grey hair. Their bestial lifestyle had left them smelling like sex and roadkill, so he was giving her a good cleaning after wiping down his own body.
Interrupting Paul's rhymic scrubbing, Ghislaine muttered, "I did something awful...you shouldn't let me off so easily..."
Without missing a beat, Paul asked, "And who is it that decides that? Last I checked, I was the boss between us. Since I already forgave you, who are you to insist I punish you? Now, close your eyes and cover your ears. I'm going to rinse you off."
Flattening and covering her ears, Ghislaine continued to sulk as Paul used a weakened version of the Water Ball imbued with Fire Magic. It required him to suppress his Touki, but he could still use Magic if he remained calm and focused.
Leaning forward, Paul gave Ghislaine's hair a sniff test to make sure it no reeked like a stray cat's ass before rising from the improvised hot spring and asking, "Want to continue camping here for a few days? With a bit of cleaning, this place should fix up pretty nicely."
Instead of immediately answering Paul's words, Ghislaine crawled out of the bath, belly up as she lay on the cold ground, and said, "Please punish me..." with her hands drawn up like a cat's paws.
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Realizing Ghislaine wasn't just going to let matters lie, Paul paused for a moment before exhaling a sigh and saying, "How about this...instead of a punishment, I'll have you make a promise..."
Without rising from her back, Ghislained tilted her head and body in an adorably alluring manner as she asked, "What promise...?"
Squatting down, Paul traced his hand on the explosion-shaped birthmark on Ghislaine's belly, gently caressing her smooth yet toned muscles as he said, "I'm actually a pretty possessive person...I may philander about and do stupid shit, but there are certain women I want to keep all to myself..."
Tracing his fingers down the line of Ghislaine's abdomen, Paul whispered, "Promise to be mine, and mine alone...at least until you find someone you truly love..."
Observing Paul's actions, Ghislaine could feel her body beginning to heat up. She was no longer in a frenzy, but the mating season typically lasted from the third week of the ninth month to the second week of the first. It varied from person to person, but most girls would be in a lesser state of heat for around fourteen weeks.
Though she felt a little muddleheaded, Ghislaine didn't need to be clear of mind to answer, "Okay...I promise..." in a voice that sounded like a purr. As far as she was concerned, Paul was her lifelong mate unless a member of her tribe managed to defeat both of them in a duel. Even then, she would give it her all to keep her promise.
Feeling gratified by Ghislaine's response, the corners of Paul's smile hiked upward as he traced his fingers further south and whispered, "Sit up...now that you've recovered your senses, there's a lot I want to teach you..."
Nodding her head, Ghislaine sat up before leaning with her back against Paul's chest. What followed caused her back, toes, and tail to curl...
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Returning to the Sword Sanctum around the end of the first month, Paul and a very clingy Ghislaine were surprised to learn that Gal was currently on a mission for the King. Paul, in particular, found himself at a complete loss for words as the mission in question was rumored to be suppressing a group of rebels that had established themselves in the Strife Zone.
Since the Asura Kingdom never involved itself with disputes in the Strife Zone, it wasn't difficult to imagine the actual reason for Gal's deployment. Ningguang had probably done something drastic, and they wanted to get rid of her before she could become a threat to the Kingdom.
Upon returning to his room, Paul surprised Ghislaine by saying, "It's a little sooner than I planned, but I plan to depart the Sword Sanctum and head East. Will you come with me...?"
Without needing to consider her response, Ghislaine nodded her head and said, "I'm going." in a firm, almost threatening tone. She could tell Paul was planning to head into danger, and there was no way she was going to let him go alone.
Seeing through Ghislaine's intentions, a soft chuckle emanated from Paul's throat as he gave the slightly taller woman a head pat and said, "You're cute when you worry."
"Nn..."
Though she would punch anyone else that called her cute, Ghislaine let Paul say and do as he pleased. She could defeat him nine times out of ten if they were to fight, but he was still her Boss and, more importantly, the Master of her body...
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Deciding to strike while the iron was hot, Paul and Ghislaine departed first thing the following day after informing the instructors of their intention to become Adventurers and head to the Begaritt Continent. Their status as Sword Saints allowed them to leave the Sanctum whenever they wanted, so, after saying farewell to some of his past flings, Paul and Ghislaine set out for the East rather than the South.
Before their separation, Ningguang had explained many of her short and long-term plans to Paul. One of her plans involved installing Andromeda as the Queen of the Kingdragon Kingdom, so Paul intended to check in on her, Rosaria, Lynette, Fischl, and Lisa at the Ranoa Magic Academy before traveling nearly 3600km along the Red Dragon Mountain Range. Once he reached the Eastern coast of the Central Continent, he would then take a ship around the mountains and enter the Strife Zone from the East.
If they hurried, Paul and Ghislaine could cover the nearly 5400kms to their destination in around 130 days. In actuality, Paul imagined the trip would take closer to a year depending on how many people he brought out of the IOF and how many stops they made along the way. Regardless, much like his original counterpart, Paul's expedition had officially begun at the ripe old age of twelve...
It was a little uncanny...
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Before reaching the border of Ranoa, one of the three Magic Nations that had formed an alliance in the North, travelers had to pass through a forest known as the Wyrm's Whiskers.
As the name implied, the Wyrm's Whiskers were located near the 'head' of the Red Dragon Mountain Range. However, what made the forest unique was that it had become a den for bandits, thieves, and criminals who had fled the Asura Kingdom. There, they had gathered to form a community for mutual protection, championed by a man known as Faceless Jing, the self-anointed King of Bandits.
So long as you could afford the toll fee, the most dangerous thing about the Wyrm's Whiskers were the monsters who inhabited them. Most were relatively weak, such as Horned Rabbits, Flying Snakes, and Leopard Bats, but others, specifically the various Wyvern subspecies, needed at least a B-Rank Party of Adventurers to take down...
"Not gonna lie...that's kind of cool..."
Seeing a Wyrm that reminded him of a Nargacuga, a panther-like Wyvern from a game called Monster Hunter, Paul was seriously tempted to track the beast back to its lair and see if it had any eggs. He wasn't going to, as that would be a pretty dickish, albeit human move, but the idea was very, very tempting.
"Should we attack it? The Sword God always told me that the materials from Wyverns sell for a lot."
Since even lesser Wyverns were graded as B-Rank monsters, Paul wasn't even remotely surprised by Ghislaine's words. Their bones were as tough as metal, used to forge powerful and durable weapons, while their scales could sell for as much as an Asura Silver Coin a piece.
The real question on Paul's mind was whether or not he and Ghislaine could even hurt the agile-looking creature. There was a reason the best armors in the world were assembled from Dragon and Wyvern Scales. It was exceptionally durable and resilient, so much so that a Saint-Ranked Longsword of Light might not be able to cut through it.
After mulling over their options for a short while, a bit of conviction began to form in Paul's heart and mind as he muttered, "We'll never reach our full potential if we fear a challenge. A Wyvern of that size shouldn't be higher than A-Rank, so I'll draw its attention while you look for an opportunity to strike its weak spot..."
Recalling the time Reida stopped a massive, rhino-like Wyvern in its tracks using nothing but her bare hand and Touki to 'reverse' its momentum, Paul decided to put his own Water God Style and Touki to the test. He couldn't really imagine himself stopping a monstrous rhino's charge without it even disturbing the ground beneath his feet, but the fact it could be done at all was more than enough to compel him to try his best.
Without waiting for Ghislaine's response, Paul emerged from behind the snow-covered rock they had been hiding behind, his acceleration kicking up a storm of ice and snow as he bellowed, "Come at me, you Nargacuga wannabe...!"
Reacting more so due to Paul's intent than the sounds he was making, the panther-like Wyvern issued a surprisingly high-pitched screech that gave off the impression of an irate bird rather than a dragon. Then, as it dug its forepaws into the dirt, spear-like spines began to protrude from its glossy, black, almost metallic fur.
Trusting in his instincts, Paul ceased his forward charge and held up his Black Sword in a 'middle stance,' the tip pointed towards the Nargacuga wannabe and his weight perfectly distributed between his feet.
Matching Paul's expectations, the enraged Wyvern unleashed a volley of eighteen exceptionally lethal-looking spines. Fortunately, only four were actually in line to hit him, so Paul skillfully deflected them before charging towards the startled creature with even greater momentum.
Realizing the danger Paul presented, the panther-like Wyvern decided not to try and face him directly. Instead, it dodged to the side before spinning around to displace a considerable quantity of ice and snow using its thick, spine-covered tail.&nbsp;
To Paul's considerable satisfaction, he actually managed to slice through the thick blanket of snow using the shockwaves generated by his sword swings. Unfortunately, even though he managed to break through almost immediately, the panther-like Wyvern had already turned tail and run...
"Are you fucking serious...?"
Though he could understand why the Wyvern had simply chosen to run away, that didn't stop Paul from throwing his Black Sword at the fleeing beast. He didn't get anywhere close to hitting it, but the gesture was more symbolic than anything.
Appearing at Paul's side, Ghislaine's ears and shoulders were drooping a little as she said, "Sorry...I didn't see any opportunity to attack..."
Shaking his head, Paul said, "It's okay. Even I didn't expect it to run away so quickly. I sometimes forget that 'monsters' are just animals doing their best to survive..."
"Nn..."
Looking in the direction the Wyvern had fled, Ghislaine asked, "Should we hunt it? A creature that size shouldn't be difficult to track..."
Shaking his head a second time, Paul answered, "Nah. If it wants to live that badly, then let it. Spending hours or days tracking a monster we're not even guaranteed to kill is a waste of time. Let's go."
Though he would have fought tooth and nail if the Nargacuga wannabe stood its ground, Paul had never approved of the very human mentality of hunting monsters to extinction. He would cut down those who barred his path or tried to kill him, but he wasn't going to go out of his way to track down an animal that just wanted to live. He wasn't a complete asshole...
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After passing toll-free through the monster-infested route, Paul and Ghislaine found themselves at a decently sized village known as Tria. It was only around 19km from their actual destination, but the duo decided to rest, mainly at Paul's behest.
"Before we go any further, there's something I've been meaning to tell you but couldn't due to our circumstances."
Though he was tempted to keep traveling as just the two of them, Paul knew Barbara and the others would get upset if he was on the move but still left them inside the IOF. Thus, after reserving a party-sized room in an Inn, he apprised her of his past, his 'power,' and his intentions for the future.
When everything was said and done, Ghislaine surprised Paul by simply stating, "I knew you were special." in a matter-of-factly tone of voice. It didn't matter to her that Paul was a 'former' Noble or that he might be in contention with the Asura Kingdom in the future. She would fight and, if necessary, die to protect her partner.
Feeling a little sheepish, a wry smile developed across Paul's face as he said, "Wait till you meet the others...I feel like I've closed the gap these past two and a half years, but some of my companions are on a different level..."
Having sparred with the matured Ei, Jean, and Barbara, Paul knew he still had a long way to go before being considered powerful. Ei, in particular, gave off an even more dangerous feeling than Gal. Paul didn't know if this meant she was more powerful than him, but the difference in their 'intent' was like heaven and earth. Since Gal was in his last forties while Ei was in her two-thousands, it wasn't difficult to imagine why.
"Okay, wait here. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Without explaining how his 'powers' worked, Paul placed his palm against the door leading to the bathroom. The Kingdoms belonging to the Magic Triumverate had a progressive mentality regarding magical and scientific studies, so they had relatively advanced plumbing, recycling, and waste disposal methods. It was genuinely a breath of fresh air.
After opening the IOF, Paul reminded Ghislaine that he would be back in a few minutes before stepping through the seemingly innocuous door and vanishing. The ashen-haired cat girl immediately shot up from her bed to investigate, so Paul poked his head out and told her to stay put with a wry smile on his face. This time, knowing he hadn't vanished on her, Ghislaine complied.
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"That's the situation. What do you think?"
After explaining his situation and plans for the next year, Paul opened the floor to discussion. The first to speak was Jean, suggesting, "If you're not in too much of a hurry, I propose having Barbara, Ei, and Xiangling travel with you while Eula, Razor, and myself venture to the Sword Sanctum. We still need to obtain official Ranks for ourselves, and it would be extremely inconvenient to do so later."
Hearing her sister's remark, Barbara asked, "What about me? Don't I need a rank...?"
Shifting her attention to Barbara, Jean stated, "I assumed you would have opposed traveling to the Sword Sanctum in order to spend more time with Paul. If you wish to come along, I'm not going to object."
"Ah..."
Realizing she might be apart from Paul for an additional four months, at the very least, Barbara's brows creased. Seeing this, Eula suggested, "You should go. I will stay and protect our Master. My style of swordsmanship is better suited to the Water God Style, so I see no reason to travel to the Sword Sanctum."
Believing that the reason for Barbara's hesitation was safeguarding Paul, Eula puffed out her chest with pride as she readily ceded her spot on the expedition Westward.
Staring at Eula, or, more accurately, the former's perfectly sculpted body, Barbara's face morphed into an accusatory glower. Before she could say anything, however, Paul interposed himself into the conversation, stating, "We only needed official Ranks if we planned to operate in the bounds of the Asura Kingdom. Now that we're heading Eastward and looping around to the Strife Zone, we may not even be returning to the Asura Kingdom for years. I'm down to wait in Sharia if you want to attain Ranks of your own, but they're no longer as necessary as they were."
Though she understood what Paul was trying to say, Jean expressed, "I believe it is better to have a Rank than not. There's no knowing what the future holds, so it's best to take advantage of these opportunities as they come."
"Then what about me? Should I not travel to the Sanctum as well...?"
Listening to the conversation, Ei, having long regained her transcendental beauty, decided to chime in. In response, it was Paul who answered, "You and the rest of the Archons are in a league of your own. If you were to go to the Sword Sanctum and attain the Rank of Emperor, it would draw a lot of unnecessary attention."
"Mmm...I see..."
No longer caring about the Sword Sanctum in the slightest, Ei shifted her attention to the door connecting to the outside world as she added, "Then I will stay with Master and fulfill my duty as the Electro Archon..."
Understanding what Ei meant when she mentioned fulfilling her duty, the smile on Paul's face became noticeably wrier. Ei had already given birth to one Seelie thus far, and while Paul found the nebulous little Electro Spirit to be incredibly adorable, the notion it was more than technically his child gave him goosebumps...
"Right..."
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Following the discussion, it was decided that Jean, Barbara, and Razor would be venturing to the Sword Sanctum while Ei, Eula, and Xiangling would be accompanying Paul and Ghislaine to Sharia, globally renowned as the home of the Ranoa Magic Academy.&nbsp;
Despite seeing Paul emerge from the bathroom alongside numerous girls, Ghislaine wasn't particularly surprised. She had frequently smelled their scents on Paul's body, so, while she had never met them, she had known about their existence for quite some time.&nbsp;
The only people Ghislaine really cared about from the IOF were Ei, Razor, and, after tasting her food, Xiangling. Ei caused her body to tense just by being in the same room, while Razor's striking resemblance to a member of the Dedoldia Tribe caused Ghislaine to feel a kinship toward her. Razor felt the same way towards Ghislaine, so the two girls became surprisingly close, literally overnight.
With Ei, Eula, Xiangling, and Razor keeping Ghislaine company, Paul ended up renting a second room to 'bid farewell' to Jean and Barbara. The trip to and from the Sword Sanctum would take approximately three months, so, including the time it took to acquire their Ranks, it would be around four to six months before they saw each other again. Thus, more so for Barbara's sake than Jean's, Paul dedicated the entire night to giving the two sisters something to remember him by.
After the time he had spent with Reida, Paul was even more confident in the bedroom than on the battlefield...
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"Take care of yourselves. And remember, if any bandits attempt to harass or exploit you, spare them no mercy. Doing so is the same as consigning the group of girls after you to an even worse fate."
As the words were addressed to her more than Jean and Razor, Barbara nodded her head in understanding, an inordinately serious expression on her face as she said, "Don't worry. Even if I don't have the heart to take a life, I won't get in the way of my sister and Razor finishing them off."
Since he would prefer it if Barbara never had to kill, Paul returned a nod of his own, saying, "That will suffice..." before wrapping the petite beauty in his arms and whispering, "Take care of yourself, Pipit..."
"Nn..."
Taking advantage of her short stature, a mere 162cm compared to Paul's 187, Barbara nestled her face into his chest. It annoyed her that she had never even come close to her sister's level of development, but, at times like this, she enjoyed being small as it made her feel as though Paul was enveloping her entire body in his embrace.
Releasing his dainty songbird after a kiss to her crown, Paul turned to the much taller Jean and asked, "Can I get a goodbye hug...?"
With a faint smile on her face, Jean turned her eyes up at Paul and asked, "Do you still need to ask questions like that?" before wrapping her arms around him and adding, "We'll be back as soon as possible..."
While enjoying the feeling of Jean's rather sizeable and pillowy breasts pressing against him, Paul nodded his head lazily in response. Barbara wasn't lacking in charm, but Jean was a beauty from top to bottom. The moment he had seen her mature form within the IOF, Paul felt as though she had stabbed her hand into his chest and gripped his heart directly. It was almost scary how beautiful she was, especially in form-fitting white trousers.
Feeling Paul's hands making their way down her back, Jean separated from him with a playfully admonishing look on her face. It made her heart flutter whenever he showed just how much he wanted her, but she would prefer it if he showed a bit of restraint in front of Barbara...
Demonstrating his increasing shamelessness, a teasing smile developed across Paul's as he gestured to Barbara and said, "C'mere, Pipit."
With Barbara sheepishly returning to his side, Paul 'hugged' both girls, this time taking a firm grasp of their bottoms as he asserted, "I love you both." before planting kisses on each of their lips and adding, "Take care of each other for me, okay?"
Nodding their heads in affirmation, Jean replied with a curt, "Understood." while Barbara responded with an even more straightforward but bashful, "Nn..."
Though he would have liked to continue holding them for an eternity, Paul reluctantly released the sisters' soft and pliant bottoms before turning to Razor and asking, "What about you? Want to say goodbye...?"
Since his relationship with Razor was closer to that of sex friends than lovers, Paul often found himself unsure of how to act around her.
Nodding her head in affirmation, Razor answered, "Master Paul is Lupical. Lupical should always say goodbye before parting."
Punctuating her words, Razor stepped forward to give Paul a firm hug and a lick on the lips. She knew what kissing was but favored licking since she often forgot to breathe when she got too immersed in the former...
Though it was noticeably awkward, Paul managed a smile in response to Razor's affections. Then, more so for the sake of 'fairness' than anything else, he gave the wolfish girl's remarkably toned bottom a firm squeeze as he said, "Take care of yourself, protect our family, and make sure to listen to Jean..."
Surprising Paul a bit, Razor gave his butt a firm squeeze of her own as she nodded her head and replied, "Leave it to Razor. Razor will protect Master Paul's Lupical...!"
With a paradoxically wrier yet sincere smile on his face, Paul issued a soft chuckle before raising the earnest wolf girl from the ground and giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. It was a shame she wasn't an actual wolf girl, as Paul could easily imagine her tail wagging from side to side as she tensed excitedly within his arms...
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After seeing off the trio of Jean, Barbara, and Razor, Paul, accompanied by Ei, Eula, Xiangling, and Ghislaine, departed Tria through the Northern gate. Their destination, Sharia, was a relatively leisurely four-hour journey away, so by leaving early in the morning, they were guaranteed to reach it before lunch. At the very least, that's how things should have gone...
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If she were being honest, Ghislaine wasn't too enthused about the notion of losing her virginity to anyone, much less a human. Unfortunately, even if she took medicine or exhausted herself with training, the symptoms of Ghislaine's heat grew stronger with each passing year. Her species had a biological need to produce offspring, so the longer she ignored the call of nature, the louder it became.
Had Paul not arrived, Ghislaine knew it was only a matter of time before she fled the Sword Sanctum and 'attacked' someone in the neighboring regions. She had been conditioned not to harm the people training within the Sanctum, so there weren't many other options available to her. There was Gal, but even though she admired his strength, the thought of losing her virginity to him made Ghislaine sick to her stomach...
After waiting for Paul to catch up to her, Ghislaine, squatting down with her palms on the ground, inhaled a deep breath before exhaling a massive cloud of condensation. Then, in an almost growling tone, she said, "There is a tradition among the Beast Race...mates will fight to decide...who gets to be the boss. The loser has to obey the winner...understood...?"
Well aware of the traditions of the Beast Race, Paul nodded his head and said, "Sure. Just remember, I'm not a member of the Beast Race. I plan to respect your culture and traditions, but we both know it wouldn't exactly be fair if the two of us were to settle things with a brawl..."
Though he now had the benefit of Touki to empower him, Paul was barely as strong as Ghislaine was without it. The Beast Race were also naturally gifted wrestlers/brawlers, so there was no way he could defeat Ghislaine in a traditional bout.
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Realizing there was some truth to Paul's words, a serious and conflicted expression developed across Ghislaine's face. She also knew she was a lot stronger than him, so it did feel a little unfair to have him fight on her terms. However, fighting and swordsmanship were really the only things two things she knew. They could compete by seeing who could hunt the largest prey, but her enhanced senses gave her an even bigger advantage when it came to hunting than fighting...
Falling directly into Paul's trap, Ghislaine looked to him, her voice hot and steamy as she panted, "What...do you...suggest...?"
After spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about how the original Paul must have seduced Ghislaine, Paul came to only a single conclusion. The original must have tricked her. Unfortunately, as he didn't exactly want to end up Ghislaine's lackey, Paul had little choice but to do the same. So, in response to Ghislaine's question, he proposed, "We will pit our respective strengths against one another...a contest of raw power versus sexual stamina..."
Though Paul's suggestion kind of put the cart before the horse, Ghislaine either didn't think about it or didn't care as she heatedly replied, "Okay...!" before promptly pouncing on and pinning him in the snow.
With Ghislaine tearing open his jacket with her razor-sharp claws, Paul realized the time for talk had come and gone. At this point, he could really only wait for Ghislaine to 'take' what she wanted before turning the tables on her once she began to calm down. It was mind-numbingly humiliating, but after waking up to find his ass being washed by a trio of girls he had previously slept with, there was very little that could shake Paul's mind...
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"You do realize...I can tell...when you're cumming...attempting to deny it...is just being obstinate..."
With Ghislaine clinging to him in a desperate attempt to stop or, at the very least, restrict his movements, Paul just ground the tip of his glans against the depths of her swelteringly hot cavern. It was actually kind of surreal, as, unlike a normal human woman, Ghislaine's insides were much, much hotter. Stranger still, Paul was pretty sure he could feel her uterus descending, 'kissing' his shaft as he continued to move in and out of her despite her smothering embrace.
"No...you're wrong...I still haven't...cum...!"
Punctuating her words, Ghislaine bit Paul's shoulder for the umpteenth time since the start of their little sexcapade. Her nails had also cut up his back pretty badly, so much so that they had even needed to stop at one point due to a monster being lured to their location by the smell of blood.
Clenching his teeth, Paul asked, "Will you be satisfied...if the only reason you won...is because you keep lying...and biting me...?"
Since he was beginning to feel a little lightheaded, Paul attempted to use Ghislaine's pridefulness against her. He had actually found it kind of cute when she first bit him but seeing her face, neck, and chest now covered in his blood was a pretty massive turn-off...
Hearing Paul's words, Ghislaine weakened her hold on him just enough to get a look at his condition. When she saw him covered in blood, a feeling of panic briefly washed over her as she asked, "Should I...turn around...?"
Though it almost felt like cheating, Paul didn't hesitate to answer, "Please do...I would rather not die...during our first time together..."
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Interpreting Paul's words literally, Ghislaine released her hold on him, a tiny yelp emanating from her throat as she fell against the cold ground and snow. Paul had been in a modified pushup position to tire Ghislaine out and get a bit of leverage, so she had been dangling from his body for the better part of twenty minutes.
Though the sudden and drastic change in temperature caused his little brother to protest, Paul exhaled a sigh of relief when Ghislaine released him. The latter noticed this, an apologetic expression developing across her face as she asked, "Are you okay...?"
Returning a sincere yet forced-looking smile, Paul gave the outside of Ghislaine's left thigh a light smack as he huffed, "Stop dawdling...we're still...in the middle...of a match..."
Staring at Paul's almost war-weary visage, Ghislaine was beginning to regret her obstinance. In truth, she had 'cum' more times than she could count. She just didn't want to admit it since Paul had only cum twice...
Wiping away some of his blood from her face, Paul's expression softened as he whispered, "Hey...don't give me that sad look...I knew what I was getting myself into...now, be a good kitten...and turn that ass around...I'm not stopping even after you surrender..."
Though she felt a shiver spread through her body in response to Paul's final statement, Ghislaine obediently presented her butt to him. In a way, this was already an indication that Ghislaine had submitted, but there was no way Paul would be satisfied with guilting her into obedience. As sus as it sounded, he had dreamed of fucking the buxom cat girl into submission since he first realized he had reincarnated as Paul. The only way he would stop now was if she legitimately begged him to or if he passed out...either way, he was coming out of this with a big-tittied kitty within his retinue...
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While the sudden and unexpected maturation of nearly their entire group had disrupted a few of her plans, Ningguang didn't hesitate to capitalize on it.&nbsp;
No longer inhibited by their childish physiques, even people like Xinyan and Diona were nearly Saint-level while those evaluated as 5-Stars were comparable to Kings. Qiqi and Yoimiya were exceptions due to their lack of Visions, but Zhongli and Kusanali more than made up for everything by outclassing even Emperors.
Though it took most of the Geo Energy she had accumulated since her arrival in the world of Mushoku Tensei, Zhongli was able to drop a 300m long spear on the palace belonging to Eura Wayne Kurr, the leader of the Markien Mercenary Country. Afterward, she, alongside Kusanali, entered through the front doors of the palace and began cutting down everything while the latter used her Dendro powers to seal off the exits.
With Eura Wayne Kurr dying to the meteor-like spear Zhongli had dropped on the palace, there wasn't a single person within the Markien Mercenary Country capable of stopping her. What left people confused was the fact neither she nor Kusanali attempted to establish themselves as the ruler of the Strife Zone. In the wake of the practically apocalyptic attack, the duo had vanished without a trace, leaving behind a massive spear and a literal forest of trees and vegetation.
Taking advantage of the massive power vacuum caused by Eura's death, Ningguang spread her influence to the upper, Northwestern region of the Strife Zone while everyone else was fighting over the center. There were more than eighty mines located along the outskirts of the region, and, no matter who ended up in control of the center, Zhongli and Kusanali would be able to take them out. Thus, while everyone else was squabbling over the newly fertile region created by Kusanali, Ningguang was consolidating power and resources in preparation for slowly driving everyone else out...
If Ningguang had her way, it wouldn't be long before the Strife Zone was renamed Liyue. The hardest part would be convincing people to settle in the region and raising an army large enough to protect their borders.
Fortunately for Ningguang, there were a number of Kingdoms in the South that she could 'borrow' both resources and personnel from...
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Hearing a sound from the mouth of the cave he was presently residing in, Paul opened his eyes to find Ghislaine approaching him on all fours with a deceased, snow-white rabbit in her mouth.&nbsp;
Rolling to a seated position, Paul had to restrain a wry smile as Ghislaine dropped the carcass near his feet. He had emerged as the victor in their 'battle,' but he ended up losing a lot more blood than either of them had realized. That, combined with the sub-zero temperatures, caused Paul to pass out due to hypothermia. When he next awoke, he found himself in a cave, delirious from fever and covered in animal carcasses.
Though he intended to have a serious talk with her once they returned to the Sword Sanctum, Paul had been allowing Ghislaine to take care of him according to her instincts. He didn't have the heart to condemn her when she had made such an earnest effort to help him, so, even after his fever had broken, Paul allowed Ghislaine to continue 'nursing' him until he had fully recovered.
"Thanks for your efforts..."
Extending his hand, Paul caressed the borderline feral cat girl in front of him. He didn't know if he was because he had gone overboard or if it was due to her heat, but Ghislaine had reverted to a very animalistic mentality since his collapse. Fortunately, Paul understood this was a fairly common condition among members of the Beast Race, especially during their first 'active' mating season. He just needed to wait a few weeks, and Ghislaine would gradually return to normal. Until then...
While rubbing her head and face against Paul's palm, Ghislaine grabbed at the animal pelts covering him, an almost pained look developing across her face as her ardor exceeded the threshold of her senses. Fortunately, more so because she had torn his clothes apart than anything else, Paul was already naked. He was also aware of his position in their relationship, so, before Ghislaine could completely lose herself and attack him, Paul's expression and tone hardened as she commanded, "Turn around and stick your ass out...I'm going to fuck you until you can't even crawl..."
Trembling due to Paul's words, Ghislaine, naked as the day she was born, readily obeyed. Instead of simply sticking her butt out, however, she used her hands to spread her cheeks and vulva apart, face pressed to the cold stone of the cave floor as she waggled her plump and pliant ass from side to side...
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Chapter 62: MI62: Rumors : Wyrm's Whiskers