Mushoku Impact

Though he had only ever tried it once or twice in his previous life, Paul felt a sudden urge to smoke a cigarette as he stared off into the dimly lit room he and Kaeya had leased for the night. The latter was lying next to him on the sofa, a similarly dazed expression on her face as she absentmindedly caressed the glowing seal on her abdomen.
*tok* *tok* *tok*
Hearing a knock at the door, Paul wrapped a towel around his lower body while Kaeya just rolled over so that her back was facing the door. She was beyond exhausted, so she didn't feel like getting up to get dressed.
Opening the door, Paul found a short, freckle-faced girl with pale blonde, nearly white hair staring up at him with a faint blush on her face. Paul was far from the tallest person in the world of Mushoku Tensei, but he towered over the average person by nearly a full head.
Breaking the tensions, Paul asked, "What's up...?" in a lazy-sounding tone.
Fearful of Paul's gaze, the petite woman lowered her head only to blush further as she caught sight of his perfectly sculpted abs. For the briefest of moments, she imagined herself tracing her fingers across them before finally mustering the sense to mutter, "Honored guest...the matron asked me to inform you that it's already morning...if you'd like to continue using the room, you'll need to pay a fee..."
"Mmm..."
Leaving the girl standing at the door, Paul walked over to his coin purse to grab a single Asura Gold Coin. The suite they were renting only cost two silver, but he wasn't of the mindset to care about such things as he flicked the coin to the startled girl and ordered, "Bring us something to eat."
After biting the coin to ensure it was real, the pale-haired woman bowed in a manner that accented her rather large breasts as she replied, "Please, take your time. We'll have food and drink prepared shortly."
With Paul waving her away, the woman promptly closed the door behind her before hurrying downstairs. As for Paul, he made his way over to the sofa where Kaeya was currently curled up, plopping down beside her and staring up at the ceiling as he repeated, "It's morning..."
"I heard..."
"..."
As a tense silence began to permeate the ambiance of the VIP suite, Paul eventually exhaled a sigh. He honestly didn't know what to feel right now, but that didn't stop him from muttering, "It was good..."
"Mmm..."
Since she also didn't know what to say, Kaeya just hummed as memories of the previous night repeated in her mind. She wasn't lying when she said she preferred women, but having sex with Paul was just...different from anything she had ever experienced. She suspected the Intersection of Fate was to blame, but their compatibility was ludicrous...
She didn't want to admit it, but for the first time since she was summoned into this world, Kaeya genuinely felt like a woman.
*tok* *tok* *tok*
With the passage of several minutes, a trio of women carrying plates of food and pitchers of various liquids arrived at the luxury suite. Their faces flushed a deep crimson when they saw Paul but subsequently paled when they noticed Kaeya, seemingly despondent, curled up on the sofa.
Noticing the pitying looks the girls were directing at Kaeya, Paul rolled his eyes and said, "Leave us." in a firm tone. They immediately complied, but that wouldn't stop them from speculating and spreading rumors. Paul was a pretty popular subject among the residents of Sharia, so the fact he had spent nearly ten hours fucking a single woman was bound to circulate.
Since he had intended this to be the first and last time he and Kaeya had sex, Paul kept his word and kept going until the very end. Ironically, that was pretty much the only rule that survived the evening, as, less than an hour into their carnal exchange, Kaeya was crying out intensely, and Paul was kissing her without regard for his previous apprehensions.
Now that he had calmed down, Paul felt like he should be disgusted with himself, but the only thing he felt was a peculiar feeling of emptiness. It was like he was in a perennial state of post-nut clarity, forcing him to stop and reflect on his previous words and actions...
Freeing Paul from his endless reflection, Kaeya abruptly sat up and said, "We did nothing wrong." with an uncharacteristically serious look on her face.
Though he was momentarily surprised by Kaeya's sudden outburst, Paul eventually nodded his head and replied, "Yeah...if anything's to blame, it's the IOF for forcing us into this situation. If it had let-"
Shaking her head, Kaeya interrupted Paul's words, saying, "Stop. What's done is done. You're the Champion, and I'm a chick. All we can do now is move forward and make the most of the hand we've been dealt. Agreed?"
Seeing Paul nod his head, Kaeya forced a smile and added, "Then that's that. From now on, let's only think about the future. To make things easier, you can call me Kay from this point forward. Since this is a new life, I may as well adopt a new name to go along with it."
As if the matter was settled, Kaeya, now Kay, combed through her silky blue hair with her right hand, a marginally more genuine smile adorning her face as she mused, "Also, you're wrong about last night..."
Recovering from his momentary stupor, Paul furrowed his brows as he asked, "What do you mean?"
Adopting a squinty-eyed smile reminiscent of Lisa, Kay stared directly at Paul as she asserted, "It wasn't just good...it was amazing..."
Unable to refute the blunette's words, a wry smile formed across Paul's face as he exhaled an awkward laugh. He still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the previous night, but he could appreciate Kay's willingness to move forward. Paul often struggled to do the same, but he was willing to make an effort if she was.
Forcing a smile of his own, Paul held eye contact with Kay as he asked, "What now...?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Kay replied, "That is literally up to you. If you're giving me the option, I wouldn't mind going another round or ten, but the others might complain if I continue monopolizing your time and attention. I'm frankly a little surprised that Barbara hasn't come by to check on us. I remember her being a lot...clingier."
Understanding better than anyone what Kay was referring to, another soft chuckle emanated from Paul's throat before he went on to state, "I guess we're all moving forward, one way or another..."
"Nn...can't argue with that..."
Grabbing one of the glass pitchers brought to them nearly an hour prior, Kay downed nearly half its contents before exhaling a refreshed sigh and proposing, "One more round and we call it? Either that or I can give you a tit job. Since I'm embracing my newfound femininity, I may as well try all the things I had been avoiding."
Lowering his gaze to Kay's large and ostensibly flawless tits, Paul would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted by the offer. Thus, without thinking too hard, he replied, "Sure. You can top me off, and then I'll blow another load or two in your vagina. That's the original reason you asked Jean and Eula to talk to me, right...?"
Adopting a sly smile, Kay replied, "Something like that..." before pushing her breasts together and adding, "Let's do this..." in a faintly nervous tone. Seeing it up close, Kay couldn't help wondering how her body, much less Roxy's, was able to accommodate such a monstrous object...
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With Kay choosing to return separately, Paul meandered his way back to the Western District. He still had some lingering doubts, but he didn't feel any regret concerning what he and Kay had done. Instead, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts regarding the others whose genders had been flipped by the IOF.
Though the girls hadn't expressly told him anything, Paul wasn't an idiot. Sure, he had his moments, but even he could deduce that something was amiss when people like Jean and Eula were coming to him and performing dogezas. Eula, in particular, wasn't the type that would lower her head to others unless she had a good reason.
Upon realizing there were even more secrets about the Intersection of Fate being kept from him, Paul would be lying if he said he wasn't more than a little annoyed. At the same time, however, he understood why the girls felt compelled to keep secrets from him. His mind wasn't nearly as stable as he feigned it to be, and he was already under a lot of pressure having the fates of two worlds thrust upon him.
While he would have been justified lashing out and demanding to be told the truth, Paul knew he would regret it. If he compared his circumstances to the situation people like Kay had found themselves in, he might as well be living the most blessed existence in all of creation.
Piecing together what he thought he knew, Paul reached the distasteful conclusion that the girls summoned through the Intersection of Fate were far more reliant on him than he had initially believed. Just as the Archons 'needed' him to produce Seelies and circulate Elemental Energy into the world, Paul postulated that the crests carved into the girls' bodies served the additional purpose of helping to stabilize their existence.
Though Paul wasn't aware of the 'exact' reason for Kay being the first to experience adverse effects, it wasn't difficult to extrapolate the answer based on the information available to him. She was one of the very first people he summoned through the Intersection of Fate, and, though he did his best to act like it was none of his business, Paul was aware that Kay had been very 'active' from the moment she was summoned.
With a body comprised of Cryo Energy, even if Kay were to look to others to stabilize her condition, the average person had a minuscule amount of Mana. To make matters worse, even if she was able to find someone with a decent amount of Mana, the chances of them having an affinity with the Ice Element were slim. Water was pretty common, but the vast majority of Water Elemental Mages were female.
If Paul's assumptions were correct, Kay had been slowly poisoning herself by absorbing contaminated and incompatible forms of Mana. The reaction she had shown the previous night was like a drug addict getting a fix after failing to quit cold turkey. It was a combination of profound relief and pure ecstasy, almost like morphine had been pumped directly into her system.
Recalling Kay's intoxicated look as she gradually entrusted herself more and more to him, Paul couldn't help shuddering. He no longer felt anything like disgust towards the dark-skinned blunette. Rather, when he imagined himself in her position, a feeling of dread that was impossible to put into words descended upon him. If he were thrust into a female body and told he needed to have sex with some random man just to stay alive, he would probably kill himself...the fate of the world be damned...
Resolving himself to never again look down on Kay, or anyone else in her position, Paul made his way towards Amalie's Bakery with a severe look on his face. He would continue to sleep with everyone, but a resolution to free them from the Intersection of Fate's influence gradually took form in his heart. To manage that, he would need to become much stronger than he currently was, so, as much as he had enjoyed his stay in Sharia, it was time for him to depart...
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Upon entering Amalie's Bakery, Paul immediately spotted Beidou sitting at a table with Jean and Ganyu. They noticed him around the same time, so Jean and Ganyu promptly rose to their feet while Beidou simply observed his approach with a knowing smile on her face.
Speaking before her more dutiful counterparts could greet Paul, Beidou remarked, "You're looking more manly than the last time I saw you. That's good."
Returning a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Paul replied, "I guess you could say I had my eyes opened. Don't worry; from now on, I won't be making that same mistake."
Nodding her head in approval, Beidou downed the contents of her glass before slamming it on the table with a bit of force and drawing looks from the entire dining room as she half-shouted, "Well said!" before following it up with a much quieter, "We'll make a King out of you yet."
Creasing his brows, Paul felt compelled to refute Beidou's statement but ultimately decided against it. He had no intention of overthrowing any of the established countries, but if becoming King would allow him to attain his objectives, he would consider it.&nbsp;
"I've decided we'll be leaving within the next two to three days. It's a few weeks earlier than we originally planned, but there are some things I need to prepare before our journey to the Capital. First and foremost, I need to meet with Ningguang."
With Paul directing his words at her, Ganyu dutifully nodded her head and replied, "There are some risks, but I should be able to ferry everyone over the mountains. I'll just need to travel slower than I would on my own."
Though she could travel well over the speed of sound, Ganyu knew from past experiences that ordinary people couldn't endure the conditions of high-speed travel. The atmospheric pressure would force the air directly from their lungs, and the wind chill was so biting that the air temperature would drop as low as -60&deg;C. With moisture condensing on their bodies due to the temperature differential, the average person would be dead in as little as three minutes.
Rather than questioning Ganyu's reasoning, Paul asked, "At your reduced speed, how long would it take to travel from here to the Strife Zone?"
Having already calculated how long it would take her to transport Paul to pretty much every major destination in the world, Ganyu readily replied, "If we took the route over the mountains, it would take approximately twelve hours. The safer route around the mountains would take around two and a half days if I ran without rest."
Since her form of flight involved literally running across the sky as if there were invisible footholds, it was a little more taxing than the more common forms of aviation employed by dragons and other magical creatures. They used mana to propel themselves through the sky on invisible membranes, a feat aided by their large and magically conductive wings.
Without having to consider between the two options, Paul declared, "We'll travel the safer route. I'm not in that much of a hurry, and I'm not going to jeopardize everyone's safety to save a bit of time."
Adopting a faint smile, Ganyu replied, "I understand. When you're ready to leave, please let me know. And please tell everyone to dress warmly. Even if I travel at a reduced speed, it's bound to get cold very quickly."
Nodding his head, Paul shifted his attention to Jean, asking, "Can I leave this to you? I need to talk with Amalie, and I should probably spend some time with Esme. She isn't going to be happy about our departure."
Returning a nod of her own, Jean confidently replied, "Leave it to me. We had already started to purchase supplies when you expressed your desire to depart a few days ago. We can have everything prepared by tomorrow morning if necessary."
Feeling that tomorrow was a little too soon, Paul shook his head and said, "Let's make it the morning three days from now. I still need to speak with Princess Andromeda and ensure Roxy's enrollment goes without a hitch. After that, I'll need to talk with Count Schmidt to nominate someone as a proxy to maintain our agreement. I'm hoping the Guildmaster will accept, but there are a few others that come to mind if she refuses."
After his many contributions to the Ranoa Magic Academy, Paul was fairly confident the Principal would agree to just about anything he proposed. It would probably cost him several hundred AGC, but that was a small price to ensure the relative stability of the Western District.
Children like Esme deserved to have a future that didn't involve becoming slaves, laborers, or prostitutes...
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After parting ways with Jean, Ganyu, and Beidou, Paul ascended to the second floor in search of Amalie. When she wasn't working the floor or helping out in the kitchen, she could usually be found watching over her rather rambunctious children.
Opening the door to the former nursery, Paul's expression softened as he found Amalie sitting in a rocking chair as her triplets, Leo, Leon, and Thea, fumbled around with the letter blocks he had a carpenter create for them. They were nearing ten months old, but due to the rapid maturation of the Beast Race, they resembled 2~3-year-olds.
Hearing the door open, Leo's, Leon's, and Thea's heads and eyes abruptly snapped towards the entrance. When they realized the intruder was Paul, their momentary caution was immediately replaced by excitement as they charged toward, leaped at, and climbed on him.
Though Leo and Leon crawled up to his shoulders and used his hair to maintain their positions, Paul was marginally more concerned by Thea slipping into his undertunic and squeezing her head through the opening of his shirt. Members of the Beast Race relied on physical contact and marking to express themselves, so as the triplets' surrogate father figure, Paul had to get accustomed to receiving scratches and getting peed on.
As that thought crossed his mind, Paul felt a warmth spreading across his shoulders, courtesy of Leo. His smile immediately cramped, but he did his best to appear calm as he met Amalie's apologetic gaze and asked, "How have they been?"
Exhaling a sigh, Amalie rose to her feet as she replied, "Thea has started trying to mouth out words, but Leo and Leon are more interested in play-fighting than learning how to speak, read, or write."
Since he was aware that it was common for Beast Race children as old as six to be unable to speak, Paul wasn't too concerned with the triplets' lack of progress. Even Ghislaine didn't learn to speak coherently until she was around ten.
Though he had to jerk his head to the side when Leo tried to bite his ear, Paul maintained a smile as he said, "Don't let bother you. I bought these toys because I wanted to, not because I expected you to turn your kids into geniuses. I'm happy so long as the five of you can live comfortably. You deserve it."
Feeling her body heating up despite the mating season concluding a few weeks prior, an affectionate smile developed across Amalie's face as she asserted, "We might not even be here if it wasn't for you...you saved mine and Esme's lives and created a future for everyone in the Western District. Even if I-"
Interrupting before Amalie could finish, Paul plopped his hand down on her head and said, "Stop. You know well I was only doing what I believed was right. Neither you nor anyone else owes me a damn thing..."
Running his hand over Amalie's ears and along the side of her head, Paul was about to lean forward and kiss her when Thea kicked out her feet to prevent him from doing so. From the infant cat girl's perspective, she was about to be smothered between them, so she had an adorably panicked expression on her face as she fought to prevent it.
Exhaling a soft chuckle, Paul used his free hand to caress Thea's head before adopting a more serious expression and revealing, "I actually came to talk to you about something important. I'm planning to leave three days from now...I-"
Interrupting Paul this time, Amalie shook her head and said, "It's okay, Paul. I've been steeling my heart ever since we first discussed this a few months ago. Go, be with your family and pursue your dreams. You've done enough...Esme and I..."
Unable to keep up her supportive facade, Amalie's eyes began to tear up as she hugged herself and began to shake. She knew she didn't have the right to impose on Paul, but she had never felt more safe and secure than when he was around. He had provided them everything they would need to thrive, but Amalie knew it would only take a single man forcing his way into her life to ruin everything they had built together. She would do her best, but she wasn't strong enough to suppress her instincts and protect the things Paul had given her...
Sensing their mothers' duress, the triplets promptly dismounted from Paul in an attempt to comfort her. Leon, ever the mama's boy, even went as far as to hiss as Paul reached out his hands to caress Amalie's face and wipe away her tears.
Voicing his thoughts aloud, Paul muttered, "I hate seeing women cry..." in a gentle and soothing tone. In hindsight, he probably could have come up with something better, but he made up for it by saying, "I guess you'll just have to come with us. I can't take you with me to the Capital, but I can at least take you someplace safe. Somewhere I'll be able to visit you, Esme, and the triplets whenever I'm free from my travels..."
Though her hearing was exceptionally sharp, a trait common among the Beast Race, Amalie couldn't help thinking her ears were playing tricks on her. She knew she was nothing more than a burden to someone like Paul, so she didn't think it was possible for her to accompany him. Sure, he had promised to escort her to the Great Forest sometime in the future, but she was pretty sure he was just trying to give her hope...
With Amalie continuing to cry, Paul was beginning to feel anxious. He was bad at trying to comfort people under ordinary circumstances, much less when there was a trio of cat-eared toddlers glaring at him.
Fortunately for Paul, Amalie eventually came to grips with what she had heard, tentatively inquiring, "Do you mean it? Can we...can we really come with you...?"
Forcing a smile, Paul replied, "If it gets you to stop crying, I'll carry you on my back the whole way..."
Though she felt a sudden urge to scratch him for making a joke, Amalie's smile promptly returned as she realized her ears weren't playing tricks on her. She felt terrible about imposing on Paul, but the thought of being able to leave Sharia and build a life together somewhere else was like a dream come true. Paul had brought so much warmth and light into her world that she could no longer imagine being happy without him...
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After helping Amalie to calm down, coaxing the triplets with sweets, and changing into a fresh pair of clothes, Paul met up with Ei and Eula before heading to his next destination. Esme's popularity had skyrocketed ever since she became the de facto 'Little Boss' of the Western District, so she could often be found loitering around the school with a rather large group of her fellow children.
Upon finding the increasingly confident cat girl trying to teach some of the younger children how to read, Paul attempted to avoid any potential waterworks by directly informing her that she would be accompanying him, her mother, and all of her siblings when they departed Sharia in a few days. She was a little sad knowing that she would be parting with her newfound friends, but the thought of separating from her family was a lot scarier. Thus, even though they wouldn't be leaving for a few days, Esme mustered up all of her courage to say bye to her friends before returning to Paul with a resolute yet teary-eyed expression on her face...
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"Mmm...?"
Feeling a very familiar sensation sliding along his penis, Paul opened his eyes, unsurprised to find he was getting a blowjob. What did surprise him, however, was the person giving it.
"Well, good morning to you too..."
Stroking the top of Jean's head, a smile developed across Paul's face despite the fact several people were watching as she bobbed her head up and down, her pale-pink lips wrapped firmly around his member.
Increasing the suction within her mouth, Jean slowly raised her head to produce a loud 'pop' as she released Paul's penis and delivered a visibly embarrassed, "Good morning..." while continuing to stroke his shaft.
Among the group of girls observing Jean's 'presentation,' it was Roxy who explained, "Jean was just showing us how to properly perform a 'wake-up' fellatio. Also, good morning."
Following Jean's and Roxy's examples, Ghislaine, Razor, and, somewhat surprisingly, Lynette all said good morning. The only person who didn't was Ganyu, as she was currently pretending to be asleep while nestled against Paul's left shoulder.
Not wanting to 'interrupt' Jean's teachings, Paul maintained his smile as he said, "By all means, please, continue..."
Nodding her head, Jean maintained eye contact with Paul as she lowered her head and gingerly kissed the tip of his glans. This caused the tensions in the room to elevate to a palpable level, prompting Roxy to utter a faint, "Wow..." as she marveled at how impactful simple eye contact could be.
The most affected by Jean's actions, Paul swallowed hard as his mouth and throat suddenly became dry. It was pretty rare for Jean to do things like this without him egging her on, so he couldn't help feeling a mixture of expectation, excitement, and slight curiosity...
Just as Jean opened her mouth and was preparing to lower her head, the door to the room suddenly opened as Xiangling appeared with a pushcart full of breakfast foods.
With everyone shifting their gazes to her, Xiangling briefly froze in place before forcing a smile and asking, "Did I...interrupt something...?"
Answering before anyone else could, Paul said, "It's no big deal." as he sat both himself and Ganyu up. As he did, the latter immediately opened her eyes, a faint smile developing across her face as she planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered, "Good morning, Master..."
After rewarding Ganyu's greeting with a kiss and a pat on the head, Paul shifted his attention to Xiangling, saying, "Something smells good." with a genuine smile on his face. He was a little disappointed that Jean's blowjob had been interrupted, but Xiangling's meals were always something to be excited over.
Regaining her usual smile, Xiangling did her best to ignore the strange tension in the room as she pushed the cart over to Paul's bedside and said, "Today we have three types of sausage, five types of bread, and a nutritious vegetable soup. You exerted yourself quite a bit last night, so make sure to eat a lot to replenish your stamina."
Though she had excused herself from the evening's activities, Xiangling knew Paul had shared his bed with at least seven women. It hadn't even been three hours since he fell asleep, so she couldn't help feeling a little concerned for his health.
Seeing the spread of high-carb, nutrient-rich foods that Xiangling had prepared, Paul's expression softened as he muttered, "You're too good for me..." in a sincere tone. He often felt guilty about the relationship between him and Xiangling, as it was clear she cared very deeply for him. Paul felt the same, but his nature and their situation simply didn't allow him to love just one woman...
While Xiangling and the others interpreted Paul's words as a compliment, Ganyu could feel the sincerity exuding from him. Had she not been afraid of exposing Paul in front of the others, she would have cradled his head and tried to comfort him. Since that wasn't an option, she instead placed her head against his shoulder, hoping her presence was enough to soothe his spirit.
Though Paul didn't fully understand what Ganyu was trying to convey, he did feel comforted by her presence. Qilins, at least in the world of Teyvat, were among the purest and most benevolent creatures. Ganyu was only a half-Qilin, but her aura caused everyone around her to feel a vague sense of serenity. It, along with her innate squishiness, were the reasons Paul so often used her as a hug pillow. He just wasn't fully aware of it.
Feeling lighter all of a sudden, Paul's smile widened as he looked between Ganyu, Xiangling, and everyone gathered to watch Jean's demonstration. He hadn't been in particularly low spirits, but he suddenly felt awake and full of energy as he said, "I have a feeling that today is going to be a good day."
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Recalling how pleasant his morning had been, Paul couldn't help staring off into space as the bronze-skinned beauty filling his glass with alcohol said, "Come on. It's not like I'm going to sprout a penis halfway through. The moment I signed that contract, I became a woman for life. The God of the Boundaries made that very clear..."
Picking up Paul's glass, Kaeya held it to his lips as she said, "Don't make me beg..." with a tinge of desperation in her tone. Jean and Barbara had essentially pleaded for Paul to give her a chance, so Kaeya was nearing her wit's end as he continued delaying things.
Hearing Kaeya's admittedly sultry voice, Paul was briefly reminded of the scene of Jean and Eula performing a dogeza. Even that wasn't enough to convince him to agree with their proposal, but he eventually gave in when Jean looked him directly in the eyes and asked him to 'save' Kaeya.
Paul didn't fully understand what Jean meant by saving the dark-skinned blunette, but he had seen the severity in her eyes. Thus, more for her than Kaeya, Paul reluctantly agreed to accompany the latter to a parlor located near the heart of the red-light district.
Exhaling a sigh, Paul grabbed the drink from Kaeya's hands, setting it aside as he asked, "What do you want from me? I mean, I know what you want, but why does it have to be me? Shouldn't you be more into women? I've seen the way you look at pretty much everyone I've summoned from the IOF."
Hoping honesty would be the key to getting Paul out of his pants, Kaeya admitted, "I am 100% more interested in women than men. However, my body craves something women simply can't provide..."
Placing her hand on Paul's right thigh, Kaeya leaned closer to him as she added, "I don't think I need to tell you this, but the men in this world are simply disgusting. Not just their personalities but their hygiene. Any man who doesn't smell like shit and piss is virtually guaranteed to be a Noble, and we both know how truly disgusting those people can be..."
Sliding her hand up Paul's leg, Kaeya brought her lips near his ear as she whispered, "Come on...literally no one would judge you. Did you see how many men were giving you murderous looks as we came here? Why can't you see what everyone else sees? A beautiful woman ready and willing to let you stain her body with your colors..."
Pinching the brow of his nose with his left hand, Paul remained silent even as Kaeya started to stroke his growing bulge. He hadn't made up his mind, but his body reacted honestly. Kaeya may have a lousy character, but her body and aroma were a 10/10. It was like she had developed, specifically, to push his buttons...
Noticing Kaeya's pronounced cleavage out of the corner of his eye, Paul's restraint began to wane. Before it could disappear completely, however, he said, "We need to lay some ground rules..."
Convinced she had finally worn Paul down, the tensions in Kaeya's body eased as she purred a seductive, "Of course..." before planting a kiss on his scalp. In response, Paul surprised her with a hand to the face, pushing her away as he said, "No kissing." with a deeply furrowed expression.
Having been knocked backward onto the sofa they were sharing, Kaeya gawked for a moment before fixing her posture and replying, "That's fine by me. I was just going with the flow. It's not like I'm into kissing dudes or anything."
Nodding his head, Paul went on to add, "No talking, no joking around, and no teasing. We can banter all you like before and after the fact, but I don't want to hear your off-handed remarks when we're having sex. I know you haven't done anything to offend me, but your personality reminds me too much of your 'original' self. The moment I feel like I'm fucking a dude in a woman's body, we're done."
As she actually shared the same views, Kaeya didn't hesitate to nod her head, answering, "Sure. In exchange, I don't want you acting all high and mighty. We both know how lucky you are to be in your current situation, so try not to make me even more envious. I'm not some woman for you to conquer, and I sure as hell don't need you smacking my ass and shouting for me to say your name."
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Though he was tempted to get up and walk away, Paul wasn't unable to empathize with what Kaeya was saying. If their situations were reversed, he would probably lose his shit and kill himself. In that regard, Kaeya had his respect.
"Fine. Neither of us speaks, and we keep going until we're both satisfied. Deal?"
Surprised that Paul tacked on the remark about continuing until they were satisfied, Kaeya briefly found herself at a loss for words. She wasn't going to admit it, at least not to Paul, but she had come to appreciate a woman's capacity for pleasure. She was half-expecting him to propose they get it over and done with as soon as possible, not insist they keep going till the end...
Having heard of Paul's prowess in the bedroom, Kaeya was unable to prevent a smile from spreading across her face as she answered, "Deal." in an audibly expectant tone. Her reaction caused Paul's brows to crease, but he had already made up his mind on the matter, saying, "Fine. Take off your pants and point your ass toward me. If we're going to do it, I'd rather do you from behind."
Noticing the hesitation in Paul's brief scowl, Kaeya didn't need to be told twice. She felt like a complete tool, but that didn't stop her from hurriedly shimmying out of her pants, throwing them to the side, and getting on all fours with her ass sticking out. So long as she could get off and deal with the crest causing her womb to feel itchy, nothing else mattered.
Seeing Kaeya's perfectly round ass, weirdly immaculate butthole, and her cleanly shaven, visibly glistening folds, Paul's thoughts briefly stalled. He didn't want to admit it, but the view of her backside was one of the most inviting things he had ever seen. Dark-skinned girls with big tits and round asses had always been his weakness...
Shaking such thoughts from his mind, Paul got on his knees before pulling away his belt and dropping his trousers. The warmth and texture of Kaeya's ass made him want to grope and massage it, but Paul managed to stay focused as he lubricated his dick with the love juices practically dripping from her folds. There was very clearly no need for foreplay, so he lined up the tip of his glans and prepared to push forward only to find the tip of his penis 'swallowed' by Kaeya's entrance.
Though she did her best to hold in her voice, Kaeya could not prevent a muffled moan from escaping her throat. She had heard some of the other girls mention it, but there was something about Paul's penis that just felt 'better.' It was like she had suddenly become complete, the crest on her lower abdomen pulsating with a faint, bluish-white light as she buried her face into the cushions. She knew they were probably soiled with all kinds of bodily fluids, but she really didn't want to cry out from a single thrust...
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Chapter 97: MI97: Reflection : Resolve