Mushoku Impact

With Diona using his lap as a pillow, Paul relaxed against the headboard of his bed with a peaceful smile on his face. There was a bit of drool leaking from the lovable cat girl's mouth, but he didn't really mind it as he silently observed her sleeping face.
Though he was a little unsatisfied after only cumming a single time, Paul had enjoyed his time with Diona. Her reactions were cute and incredibly honest, so he ended up making her climax more than ten times with just his mouth and fingers. By the time they moved on to having sex, she was utterly exhausted, so Paul just supported her from behind and distracted her with a kiss as he slowly moved her hips in a figure-eight.
Recalling the sonorous sigh of relief that escaped Diona's throat when he came inside of her, Paul was invariably reminded of the situation with Kay. If his suspicions regarding the Elemental Crest were accurate, there were going to be a lot of people counting on him to provide them with his 'void essence'...
Taking advantage of his ability to see in the dark, Paul squinted his eyes to see the face of an ornate cuckoo clock. When he noticed the time was only 7:13 PM, a wry smile developed across his face as he was still wide awake and full of energy.
Looking down at Diona, Paul tentatively poked her cheek a few times to see if she would wake up. Instead, an annoyed expression appeared on her face as she promptly rolled away from him and curled up into a ball.
"..."
After taking a moment to cover the naked cat girl with several layers of warm blankets, Paul carefully slid out of bed before dropping into a low, squatting position with both his arms held out. As tempted as he was to go and find someone else to fuck, he would feel guilty if Diona awoke to find him missing or with another girl. Thus, rather than submitting to his more primal urges, Paul began exercising to deplete his excess stamina.
Unsurprisingly, despite Paul's attempts to stay quiet, it didn't take long for Diona to wake up. Her hearing had always been extraordinarily sensitive, so her ears would twitch every time Paul exhaled a labored breath.
Raising her head to get a peek at what Paul was doing, a pang of guilt and a fluttery feeling filled Diona's chest. She had never been particularly fond of muscular men, but seeing Paul's well-defined back muscles caused her heart to skip a beat.
Realizing why Paul was exercising, Diona sat up and said, "It's okay, you know? You don't have to force yourself on my behalf. Rather, I would feel worse knowing you held back on my account..."
Without rising from his squatting position, Paul shook his head and said, "I already informed the others it would be just the two of us. Though I doubt they would mind, I would feel guilty banging on their doors this late in the evening..."
While 7:28 wasn't particularly late, most people in the world of Mushoku Tensei went to sleep around sunset and woke up just before sunrise. The people in Paul's group were an exception to this rule, but Paul didn't want to intrude if someone was having a heart-to-heart conversation or trying to relax.
"Mmm..."
Understanding what Paul was trying to say, Diona didn't insist that he go and disturb the others. Instead, she crossed her arms and deliberated for several minutes before surprising Paul by suggesting, "Why not summon someone from the Intersection of Fate?"
Furrowing his brows, Paul rose to his full height as he gazed back at Diona and said, "I'm not that much of a reprobate..."
Adopting a slightly annoyed expression of her own, Diona asked, "What's that supposed to mean? The people from the IOF all agreed to serve you the moment they signed the contract. I don't think summoning and asking them to have sex makes you a pervert."
Before Paul could make a counterargument, Diona promptly freed herself from the blankets and started fixing her hair as she added, "It was really, really hard, you know? Being away from you for so long made my stomach feel empty no matter how much food I ate. But that isn't the worst part..."
Staring into Paul's eyes with a pitiful look on her face, Diona admitted, "I don't really know how to describe it...but I wanted to be with you from the moment you first summoned me. I couldn't help thinking about ways to get you to praise me, pet my head, and rub my belly. On the worst days, I would even bite my tail and try to comfort myself with my fingers..."
Leaving no room for misunderstandings, Diona curled her tail between her legs and bit near the end of it. At the same time, poorly concealed behind her tail, she sank two fingers into her nearly hairless crotch and began to move them in and out with an almost pained look on her face.
After several seconds of the extremely libidinous display, Diona retracted her fingers to reveal a glistening thread as she revealed, "No matter what I tried, the feeling that something was 'missing' never went away. That's how I know...even if some are against it, most of the people you summon through the Intersection of Fate will feel the same way. We 'need' you to feel complete..."
Though Zhongli had asked them not to reveal too much, Diona cared more about Paul than following the decree of someone she didn't even like. She probably wouldn't have mentioned this earlier in the day, but now that she felt 'complete' for the first time in years, Diona didn't want to keep secrets from the person she loved. She wanted him to know everything about her, even if it meant exposing herself as a pervert...
With Diona's uncannily convenient words all but confirming his suspicions, Paul's expression became severe. Ever since the incident with Kay, he had been secretly hoping that someone would open up and reveal the truth to him. Now, seemingly out of nowhere, Diona was revealing exactly what he wanted to know.
Seeing Diona staring at him with a concerned look on her face, Paul fixed his expression and softly replied, "I see. Thanks for sharing this, Diona...I always knew I could count on you..."
Regaining her smile, Diona cupped her cheeks as a tingly sensation filled her body. Paul's praise had always made her happy, but hearing him say he could always count on her caused her to feel inordinately fluffy inside. It was like a swarm of butterflies had risen from her stomach and erupted from her chest.
Increasing Diona's feelings of glee and contentment, Paul approached to hold and kiss her. She was still naked, so his hands naturally cupped and massaged her butt as the two made out for the better part of six minutes. When they finally separated, Diona had an enamored look in her eyes as she purred, "My tummy is starting to feel empty again..." in a heated tone.
Returning a smoldering smile, Paul, once again, brought his face closer to Diona's as he replied, "Let's fix that..." as he spread her legs and lifted her slender frame with very little effort...
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After another brief yet passionate romping with Diona, Paul placed the tuckered-out cat girl into bed before planting a kiss on her forehead and proceeding to enter the Intersection of Fate. He hadn't decided whether or not he was going to summon anyone, but that didn't prevent him from speaking to the stoic beauty perpetually awaiting his next visit.
Folding her hands over her abdomen, Katheryne offered a polite bow as she offered her usual, "Ad Astra Abyssosque. Welcome back, Master Paul."
Returning a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Paul raised his hand as a counter-greeting before revealing, "There is something I wanted to ask you. What can you tell me about the contract administered by the God of the Boundaries?"
Adopting her characteristically professional smile, Katheryne replied, "Not much, I'm afraid. One of the principal clauses within the contract prevents signators from discussing it with others. I can try to answer any concerns you may have, but the specific details are strictly confidential."
"..."
Though he wasn't surprised by Katheryne's response, Paul couldn't help feeling frustrated. However, instead of lashing out, he took a deep breath before staring at her with a deadpan and asking, "Is this real...?"
Tilting her head ever-so-slightly to the side, Katheryne replied, "Is what real...?" in a genuinely confused tone.
Gesturing around him, Paul answered, "This, all of this. I want to know if this is actually happening or if my mind is trapped in some kind of virtual simulation."
Adopting a rare, confused expression, Katheryne shrank away from Paul as she replied, "I'm not sure how to answer that question as I am unable to perceive realities outside of my own..."
Furrowing his brows, Paul was about to challenge Katheryne's response when she interrupted him, asking, "Can I ask you a question...?"
"..."
Forcing himself to calm down, Paul exhaled a lengthy and profound sigh before nodding his head and answering, "Go for it..."
Leaving Paul feeling a little speechless, Katheryne asked, "Does it really matter...?"
Seeing Paul's confusion, Katheryne went on to explain, "If this is the only reality we're capable of perceiving, does it matter if it's a simulation? I feel real, and all of our interactions appear genuine. I'll admit that our situation is abnormal, but it is a chance provided by beings capable of creating and destroying what we perceive as reality. From that perspective, I believe it would be stranger if we understood everything that was occurring behind the scenes..."
"..."
Unable to refute Katheryne's calm reasoning, Paul entered into a long and contemplative silence. The more he thought about it, the more deeply her words resonated with him. Setting aside the fact he had the fates of two worlds hanging over his head like the Sword of Damocles, he had lived a very blessed existence. More importantly, his interactions and exchanges with the girls sure as hell 'felt' real...
Shaking away his previous negativity, Paul regained his usual smile as he looked up at Katheryne and said, "Sorry about that. I have a bad habit of getting carried away when I think I've uncovered something..."
Returning a smile of her own, Katheryne replied, "There is no need for you to apologize. It's perfectly reasonable for someone in your situation to have doubts. If there is anything I can do to help, please, do not hesitate to ask."
Though he was briefly tempted to tell Katheryne to turn around and point her ass toward him, Paul resisted the urge and asked, "What other kinds of clothes do you sell?"
Taken aback by the sudden and drastic change in topic, Katheryne didn't immediately respond to Paul's question. When she finally recovered, she reached for a thick catalog under her counter, answering, "At the present moment, there are 319 different outfits available for purchase. As you are already aware, that includes the personalized outfits everyone wore prior to their induction into the Intersection of Fate."
Opening the grimoire-like catalog to a random page, Paul's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as the left page displayed a photorealistic picture of Ganyu wearing a white crop top and form-fitting gym shorts, the kind typically only seen in anime. As for the right page, it showed a red-haired woman that Paul didn't recognize. What really stood out was the size of her bust and, more importantly, the sexualized cat costume she was wearing with a very pissed-off expression on her face...
Out of curiosity, Paul turned the catalog to Katheryne and asked, "Who is this girl? The only redhead I'm aware of is..."
Realizing who the woman was even before Katheryne's response, Paul felt genuinely sorry for her. Why? Because she, formerly he, was none other than the Young Master of the Dawn Winery, Diluc Ragnvindr...
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With Diluc, someone he had yet to summon, appearing within the catalog, Paul realized he could get a sneak preview of his future summons. Zhongli had informed him there were more than a hundred, so while he had yet to summon anyone he wasn't familiar with, Paul knew it was only a matter of time before a character released after his death appeared.
Flipping to the next page, Paul was immediately rewarded with the image of a woman with extraordinarily long and silvery hair sitting listlessly at a circular table. Her expression was borderline emotionless, but she had an incredible body, poorly concealed underneath a black cocktail dress with two remarkably inviting slits near the hips.
"Nice..."
As he was distracted by the silver-haired beauty on the left, Paul didn't notice the person precariously displayed on the right. When he did look over, he abruptly snapped the catalog shut, his smile visibly straining as he handed the book back to Katheryne and said, "I'll look at this some other time..."
Though she was tempted to ask what Paul had seen, Katheryne knew he wasn't in the best state of mind. She didn't want to set him off after he had calmed down, so she just received the catalog with a smile and said, "We look forward to your continued patronage."
"Right..."
In an effort to distract himself from the image that appeared to have burned itself into his retinas, Paul shifted his attention to the summoning circle at the center of the platform. He was planning to do a gacha spree the following evening, but Diona's words had left him wanting to confirm a few things.
While he had done his best to ignore it, Paul wasn't oblivious to the fact that everyone he had summoned through the IOF seemed to conform to his views of them. He initially believed this to be the result of his general familiarity with the characters, but recent events had made it increasingly apparent that something more was going on. It was like his desires were shaping the behaviors of people around him...
Shaking such negative sentiments from his mind, Paul made his way over to the summoning circle and commenced feeding gold into it. Katheryne's words were still fresh in his mind, so Paul concluded it really didn't matter what the truth was. If he lacked the power to change it, the only thing he could do was continue living and accumulating strength. Besides, he was in much too deep to back out now...
With ten Intertwined Fates manifesting around the summoning circle, Paul took a moment to consider who he would like to summon. The silver-haired woman from the catalog had an incredible physique, but her eyes exuded aloofness. It wasn't difficult to imagine her being a cold, uncaring woman who viewed everything else as being beneath her. Hell, there was a chance she was the Tsaritsa herself...
Thinking about characters he was familiar with but had yet to summon, a wry smile developed across Paul's face as he muttered, "Well, as long as it isn't someone like Klee or Sayu, everything should work out. Venti could actually be pretty interesting..."
Imagining a version of the infamously androgynous Archon with massive tits, Paul squinted his eyes and activated the summoning circle, shouting, "Confirm...!" before raising his gaze to the sky.
Seeing the comet gain a purple hue before splitting into two purple and blue lights, expectation began to build within Paul until the beams struck the summoning circle and revealed themselves to be a remarkably similar bow and catalyst.
Though he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed, Paul knew the power of 4-Star Weapons wasn't something he could just write off. Catalysts were also pretty rare, so Ningguang was bound to be happy he had obtained a new one.&nbsp;
After removing the weapons from the center and placing them off to the side, Paul turned back to the summoning circle and said, "In for a penny, in for a pound..."
Steeling himself for the inevitable, Paul repeated the process of inserting gold and activating the summoning circle a total of nine times. Four of the rolls were complete misses, giving him nothing but 3-Star Weapon fodder, but the rest provided some pretty decent rewards.&nbsp;
First and foremost among Paul's 'hits' were Constellations for Lisa and a buxom dog girl he believed to be the genderbent Gorou. She was one of the few people who hadn't shown up at the bath, and Paul could kind of see why. Compared to her rather tomboyish appearance from when they were children, Gorou had matured to an extent exceeding even Kay...
Following the double Constellation hit, Paul received a miss, followed by a Constellation for Xinyan. With Barbara securing the first, that made Xinyan the second person to have attained their fourth Constellation.
Though he was looking forward to Xinyan's reaction once she realized she had received a power increase, Paul was momentarily more excited by the 4-Star Claymore he acquired immediately after her Constellation. It was a duplicate of a weapon he already possessed, but that was actually a good thing as it could be used to strengthen the one he already had.
Shelving that matter for the future, Paul proceeded to his ninth series of rolls with bated breath. He had yet to obtain anything 'new' thus far, so he was curious to see which 5-Star Character or Weapon would pop out now that he had reached the Pity cap.
As the meteor shifted from cerulean blue to a bright, luminous shade of gold, Paul could feel his adrenaline and dopamine levels overflowing as it impacted the platform and coalesced into a physical form. This was a tell-tale sign that he had obtained someone new, so Paul couldn't help smiling as he wondered who would emerge from the nearly blinding light.
To Paul's considerable relief, the person who appeared was neither Klee nor Sayu. Rather, it was a character that had been leaked but had yet to be released at the time of his death.&nbsp;
Standing at 161cm tall and possessing long, salmon-pink hair styled in a high ponytail that resembled a bow split into two tails, the woman Paul had summoned was none other than Sangonomiya Kokomi, the brilliant strategist and Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island. She was currently wearing a Maid uniform in place of her fish-themed priestess garb, but Paul immediately recognized her as there were countless memes associated with the fact she had -100% CRIT Chance built into her kit.
Rising to her feet, Kokomi paused for a moment as she stared at Paul. For several seconds, neither said nor did anything until Kokomi adopted a faint smile and said, "You must be my Master, Paul Notos Greyrat. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Though Kokomi's smile didn't appear to reach her pale, purple, seemingly pupilless eyes, Paul didn't get the impression she was particularly sad or disappointed. Rather, the watery surface of her eyes gave off a feeling of distance, like they reflected the world from someplace far away...
With Paul not saying anything, just staring at her with a faraway look in his eyes, Kokomi tilted her head to the side and softly inquired, "Is something the matter?"
Coming to his senses, Paul shook his head and replied, "Nah, I just got a little distracted."
Surprised by Paul's rather casual response, Kokomi blinked a few times before responding, "Oh, I see..." in a thoughtful tone. It wasn't difficult to imagine 'why' Paul had gotten distracted, so her usually placid heart was beginning to beat ever so slightly faster.
Unaware of Kokomi's thoughts, Paul decided to ask the question lingering at the back of his mind, specifically, "How do you feel about me? There is something I'm trying to confirm, so I want to know your exact feelings at this very moment..."
Blinking several more times, Kokomi didn't immediately respond to Paul's words. She had expected them to at least introduce one another, but here he was asking her about something as abstract as feelings. It was a very peculiar development, one that caused her mind to churn with possible explanations for his behavior...
Not wanting to keep Paul waiting for too long, Kokomi eventually replied, "I feel fuzzy?"
Raising his right brow, Paul parroted, "Fuzzy...?" in a confused, questioning tone.&nbsp;
Nodding her head in affirmation, Kokomi placed her hands on her chest as she lowered her head, closed her eyes, and clarified, "I don't really know how to describe it. It's a little similar to the feeling I will get after drinking a bit of alcohol. My thoughts don't appear to be impeded, but it's like they have a certain...weight to them..."
Swaying her head from side to side, Kokomi had the impression she could 'feel' her brain. It was a little disorienting, but only when she tried to focus on it.
Though he could vaguely understand what Kokomi was trying to say, Paul was equally confused. His first thought was that she was in a hypnotic, trance-like, or suggestive state. It made a scary amount of sense given his apparent ability to order the girls around, but the question Paul really wanted an answer to was whether or not Kokomi could somehow sense his thoughts and desires.
While forcing himself to appear calm and collected on the surface, Paul envisioned himself and Kokomi doing some 'very' lewd things. Nothing happened at first, but after several seconds of silence, a faint shade of red began to bleed into Kokomi's cheeks as she opened her eyes, stared at him, and revealed, "I feel hot..." in an audibly nervous tone.
Inhaling a deep breath, Paul left Kokomi feeling even more confused as he began massaging his face and temples. Her reaction was pretty much all the proof he needed to confirm his suspicions. While he may not be in a simulation, it was apparent that the girls were sensitive to his thoughts and emotions. It was no wonder even girls like Eula had imprinted on him, as, even when they were younger, Paul would often fantasize about what he would do to her once they had matured...
Resisting the sudden and paradoxical urge to both laugh and cry at the same time, Paul performed a breathing exercise in an effort to rein in his chaotic emotions. He felt like a complete and utter bastard, but he also knew there was nothing he could do. It wasn't like he could just up and become a monastic monk; his circumstances simply didn't allow it.
Regaining control of his emotions, Paul raised his head and stared at the concerned-looking woman standing across from him. They had just met a few minutes prior, but Kokomi's forlorn expression gave off the impression she was deeply concerned for his well-being.
Suppressing his negative sentiments, Paul forced a smile as he, nearly inaudibly, inquired, "Have you prepared yourself...?"
Though she was momentarily confused by Paul's question, Kokomi quickly put two and two together as butterflies filled her chest and abdomen. She could feel her heart begin to quicken, and, though she only possessed a bit of theoretical knowledge on the subject, Kokomi ultimately nodded her head and confirmed, "I was prepared from the moment I first signed the contract..."
Despite feeling as though an invisible arrow had pierced his chest, Paul nodded his head and said, "That's good..." before extending his hand to the beautiful, salmon-haired beauty. Kokomi didn't immediately grasp his hand, but when she did, she adopted a faint smile as she petitioned, "My only request is that you be gentle...at least at the start..."
Nodding his head a second time, Paul's expression softened as he replied, "No problem..." before slowly guiding Kokomi toward the exit. He had the distinct impression he was about to spoil something pure and sacred, but he had come much too far to turn back now. All he could do was continue moving forward, determined to ensure his and the girls' story had a happy ending...
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After waiting a minute or two to give Amber a chance to cool her head, Paul entered into the changing room to find it jam-packed with beautiful women in various states of undress. A few were outright naked or had towels wrapped around their bodies, clearly waiting for him so they could enter into the bath.
Voicing his first impression aloud, Paul asked, "Is this Heaven...?" with a stupefied expression on his face. With very few exceptions, every girl he had summoned through the Intersection of Fate was present in the room. The only people missing were those currently away on assignments and those who preferred peace, quiet, and privacy.
As his eyes scanned every single person in the room, Paul briefly paused when he came across a woman with long, light-purple hair, magenta eyes, and an incredible figure. He recognized who she was immediately but still found himself asking, "Qiqi...?" in a disbelieving tone.
Having been watching Paul since his entrance into the changing room, Qiqi responded with a curt, "Nn." before folding her hands over her lap, bowing, and saying, "Welcome home, Master."&nbsp;
While Amber's words implied that most of the people summoned through the IOF would stop developing once they reached their 'original' forms, it was clear to Paul that girls like Qiqi and Diona were exceptions. It wasn't that obvious in Diona's case due to her small stature, but Qiqi had grown from a meager 140cm to an above-average 168cm. More notably, she had 'filled out' in all the right places.
Recovering from his momentary stupor, a wry smile developed across Paul's face as he ran his fingers through his hair and remarked, "You sure grew up, didn't you? Congrats, I know it was something you were worried about."
Raising her head, Qiqi returned a faint smile as she suddenly grabbed her breasts and said, "It's all thanks to Master. If I were still back in Liyue, I would have remained unchanged for hundreds of more years. Now, I can remember all kinds of things, and I'm surrounded by people who view me as a companion rather than a liability."
Resisting the urge to ask what Qiqi's words had to do with her bouncing and squeezing her large, pillowy breasts, Paul replied, "I'm happy for you. As far as I'm concerned, we're all-"
Walking up behind Paul, Beidou gave him a firm slap on the back, saying, "Yeah, yeah, we're all one big, happy family. Now hurry and take off your clothes. We've all got places to be."
Furrowing his brows, Paul was tempted to say something but ultimately just shook his head and began to disrobe. It was a little awkward having eighteen women watching him, but he still managed a brazen smile when his hands reached the clasp of his belt.
Instead of pulling his legs free and tossing his trousers to the side, Paul allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. The presence of Qiqi made him a little uncomfortable, even though she was well over a hundred years old, but that didn't prevent Paul from letting his not-so-little brother make his presence known.
With the eyes of every girl present immediately shifting to his erection, a fair amount of heat spread through Paul's face as his brain felt like it was buzzing in his head. He was actually quite proud of his figure and the size of his member, but that didn't make him impervious to feeling judged.
Fortunately for Paul, his wasn't a case of simply believing he looked good. His effort over the past eight years was apparent to everyone in the room, eliciting wide-eyed stares and a few nervous gulps from the girls present.
Giving voice to the thoughts of those who hadn't accompanied him to the North, a dainty-looking woman with long, pale-blue hair and icy-blue eyes remarked, "Very impressive..." in a hushed tone.
Recognizing the blue-haired beauty as Ayaka, Paul's smiled wide enough to display his teeth as he brazenly asserted, "It appears even bigger from up close."
"Oh my..."
Understanding the meaning behind Paul's words, Ayaka only hesitated for a moment before rising to her feet. Before then, she had been sitting in a seize-like position off to the side, a pure white towel wrapped around her body. Believing Paul was asking her to service him, she allowed the towel to drop to the floor, revealing a lithe, athletic, and ostensibly flawless form reminiscent of a dancer rather than a warrior.
Blinking in surprise, Paul had to suppress the urge to ask what the blue-haired 'ojou-sama' was thinking. Instead, he oriented himself toward her, faint anxiety swelling within his chest as she reacted by kneeling in front of him and admitted, "You weren't exaggerating. It does appear quite a bit bigger from up close...."
Just as Ayaka extended her thin, pianist-like fingers to tentatively caress Paul's member, Beidou interrupted the steamy moment, asking, "Didn't we come here to take a bath? How did this turn into an exhibition...?"
Though he didn't disagree with Beidou's statement, knowing full well that Diona was patiently waiting back at his room, Paul still turned to her with a deadpan expression on his face, retorting, "Seriously, Beidou? You need to learn to read the mood..."
Snorting through her nose, Beidou crossed her arms under her breasts and asserted, "Oh, I know how to read the mood. I just know better than to let things get out of control when there's work to be done, and people still have places to be. I mean, there's like twenty of us here. Even if you did have the stamina to compete with us all, it would take literal hours to cycle through everyone. And what would the people waiting their turn do in the meantime? Sit on our hands and form a queue...?"
"..."
While Paul was staring back at Beidou in silence, many of the other girls present had conflicted or disproving looks on their faces. A few were of a similar mentality as Beidou, but they disapproved of how she went about expressing it.
Noticing the looks she was receiving, Beidou's usually dauntless smile became visibly cramped as she affirmed, "What? I was just saying what needed to be said..."
Before someone like Barbara could give Beidou a piece of her mind, Paul brought everyone's attention back to him as he said, "Beidou's right. I did get caught up in the moment. That's my bad."
Extending a hand to Ayaka, Paul helped the somewhat disappointed-looking beauty to her feet, whispering, "I'm looking forward to the next time." before giving her butt a playful squeeze. She immediately stood to her full height, but instead of appearing embarrassed, she adopted a faint smile and said, "Me too." with upturned eyes.
After nodding his head in approval, Paul raised his gaze to everyone else present and asked, "What's everyone standing around here for? Let's get in the bath!"
Since he was already naked, Paul took the initiative to head towards the bath. In the process, he picked up a very startled Ayaka, carrying her in a bridal carry as he yelled, "Last one in has to behave like a puppy the rest of the bath...!"
Prompted by Paul's words and actions, the few girls that had yet to get undressed began doing so very quickly. The only exception was Ghislaine, as she didn't particularly mind being treated like a dog. Paul had made her 'beg' and 'shake hands' a few times when she was in her heated state, so she didn't mind taking the fall if it meant being able to act spoiled...
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After a lengthy and entertaining bath, Paul, wearing little more than a pair of trousers, followed behind a fairly adorable cat girl with blonde hair and a long, curved tail. She was around the same size as Diona, but, much like other members of the Beast Race, she had sizeable breasts that pulled at the fabric of her traditional Maid outfit.
Upon reaching their destination, the petite cat girl turned to Paul, bowing respectfully as she said, "Here you are, Master Paul. This is the bedroom that Lady Ningguang had specially prepared for you. If there is anything else you need, please do not hesitate to inform me or another member of the Service Corps. It would be our life's greatest honor to be of service to the man who both saved and gave us a new lease on life..."
Though he could see the sincerity in the diminutive Maid's sapphire blue eyes, Paul already had his hands full with those summoned through the IOF. That number would be increasing as early as tomorrow, so he shook his head and said, "While I appreciate the sentiment, none of you should feel indebted to me. You girls shouldn't have been forced into such a dire situation in the first place. Mine and Ninggaung's decision to help you out was just our way of trying to correct one of society's many injustices..."
Interrupting whatever the girl was about to say, Paul surprised her with a pat on the head, smiling as he added, "Instead of thinking about how you can make me happy, you should start thinking about the path you want to walk in the future. Each of you deserves to be happy. Don't think you are obligated to continue serving us for the rest of your life..."
Finished with what he had to say, Paul retracted his hand from the petite cat girl's head before retreating into his bedroom. He could feel her gaze boring a hole into the back of his skull, but he pretended not to notice as he closed the door behind him and exhaled a sigh.
"Y-Y-You sure took your time...!"
"Hmm...?"
Raising his head, Paul found Diona wrapped in blankets atop a bed that could easily comfortably accommodate seven people. As a result, Diona appeared even smaller than usual as Paul adopted a smile and asserted, "Sorry, I got a little nervous as I was making my way over. It's not every day I get to claim the virginity of such a cute girl..."
Though she would have preferred to be called beautiful or sexy, Diona's ears twitched in response to Paul's compliment. Then, feeling a little emboldened, she released the hold she had on the blankets cocooning her body, revealing an outfit that left Paul at a genuine loss for words.
Expecting Diona to wear something more 'adult' to try and entice him, Paul was surprised to see her wearing her usual crop top. The only thing she had removed was her shorts, revealing a rather childish pair of black panties with a design resembling a cartoon cat. There was even a bit of additional fabric to form cat ears, framing the pale-blue crest carved into her lower abdomen...
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Feeling a little unnerved by Paul's reaction, Diona pressed the tips of her fingers together as she said, "I...I know I lack the feminine charm of girls like Ningguang and Ganyu. I did my best to drink lots of milk and eat until my tummy was swollen, but I still ended up looking like this. Since I can't be sexy, I decided I might as well be cute, so...what do you think?"
Fearing that Paul would refuse her, Diona's body began to tremble as she appeared to shrink into herself. As a result, her brain failed to immediately process Paul's words as he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I've always liked the cute Diona. If everyone looked the same and had the same body type, I would probably get bored after a while. Now, how about giving me a spin? I'm curious to see if there's a pattern on your butt as well."
"Uh...okay?"
Rising to her feet, Diona managed to remain steady despite her confusion and the uneven surface of the mattress. Her balance and flexibility were among the best in Paul's increasingly large entourage, so she was even able to bend over and stick out her butt without falling as she asked, "L-Like this...?" in an uncertain tone.
Seeing the cat-like paw print on Diona's bottom, Paul had to suppress a soft chuckle as he nodded his head and teased, "Nice. It's a bit small, but your butt has an excellent shape. I can't wait to bury my face into it."
"Wha-!? You-You ca-"
Before Diona tried to tell him what he could or couldn't do, Paul yanked off his belt in a single motion, tearing a few of his pant loops as he firmly declared, "I can. You were worried about me viewing you as a child, right? Well, let me show you just how wrong you are."
Feeling weak in the knees, Diona promptly plopped to the surface of the bed. After revealing her custom-made panties, she had planned to prove to Paul that her appearance didn't matter, that she was still an adult. She never imagined that he would take the initiative, much less eye her like a hungry beast about to devour its prey. It was a little scary, but her heart was racing faster than the instances Paul had washed her body...
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Chapter 104: MI104: Reflection