Mushoku Impact

After another exhausting day within the Ranoa Magic Academy, Roxy dragged her feet back to the Bastille, droning, "I'm hooooooome..." in a lazy tone the moment she entered.
As she had been living with Princess Andromeda, Roxy expected either silence or a calm, dignified response welcoming her back. Instead, she heard the familiar sound of a man responding, "Yo! We're in the Drawing Room...!" in a chipper tune.
Thinking her mind was playing tricks on her, Roxy groaned, "Great...now I'm hearing things..." as she made her way toward the voice's origin. She may have believed it to be an auditory hallucination, but it never hurt to be sure.
Upon entering the room and finding Paul staring back at her with a smile, Roxy's body immediately froze. At the same time, Paul raised his brows, remarking, "Wow...you look...tired?"
Instead of responding to Paul's words, Roxy turned around and bolted up to her room as if her weariness from earlier was the actual illusion. Paul could hear the sound of a door slamming shut, but before he could make his way up the stairs to investigate, Roxy shouted, "Give me five minutes!" and, "You better not come in here...!"
With a wry smile on his face, Paul shook his head and returned to the Drawing Room where Ganyu and the Princess were waiting. As he did, the latter exhaled a faint laugh before softly musing, "Roxy can be remarkably innocent at times. It's easy to forget she's more than twice my age."
"Right...?"
Making himself comfortable in a high-backed, almost throne-like chair, Paul stared at the silver-haired, silver-eyed woman seated a respectable distance away from him as he continued their conversation from before, remarking, "It's good that the Count is honoring our agreement. If he let human merchants invade the Western District to benefit at the expense of the Beast Race, I might have evacuated the entire population."
Raising her brows ever so slightly, Andromeda questioned, "You can do something like that...?"
Understanding that Andromeda probably envisioned him using a Mass Teleportation Spell, a wry smile developed across Paul's face as he said, "Not in the way you're imagining. If anything, I would have them pack up and move Eastward. With the forces at my disposal and the hardy nature of the Beast Race, it wouldn't be that difficult to stage a mass exodus."
"Ah..."
Though she would have furrowed her brows if someone else made such a claim, Andromeda could easily imagine Paul leading hundreds, potentially even thousands of Beast Race people to a new home. He liked to present himself as an easy-going, borderline nonchalant individual, but there were moments when he gave off the impression of a King...
As Paul continued his conversation with Andromeda, the pitter-patter of footsteps could be heard descending the stairs before Roxy appeared at the door with visibly damp hair and a fresh change of clothes.
Adopting a mischievous smile, Paul asked, "Did you wash yourself up for me? I guess that means I'm allowed to smell you..."
As Paul rose to his feet, Roxy adopted an amateurish karate-like stance as she said, "Hold your horses, mister. First of all, why are you here? I could have sworn I told you to hold onto the Hydro Vision until after I graduate. You didn't need to come all this way."
Though she was happy to see him, Roxy couldn't help feeling a smidgeon of guilt when she imagined Paul traveling thousands of kilometers just to give her a Vision. She appreciated him keeping his promise, but it was so over-the-top that she wished he hadn't. After all, what could she possibly do for Paul that matched half the things he did for her?
Shaking his head, Paul ignored the much smaller girl's defensive stance, his arms wrapping around her as he softly replied, "A man's value may be measured by his actions, but his dignity is given form by his words. Even if I had to crawl all this way, I would still come..."
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Not knowing how to respond to Paul's words, Roxy just closed her eyes and stood on the tips of her toes. Paul knew exactly what she wanted, so he unhesitantly bent down to give her a chaste but lasting kiss. He would have done a lot more than that, but he could feel Andromeda boring a hole in the back of his head as she watched their display of intimacy with a mixture of amusement and excitement in her eyes.
Releasing the petite Migurdian from his embrace, Paul resisted the urge to caress Roxy's face as he gestured toward his seat and asked, "Join me...?" in a soft tone. A rather prominent blush colored her cheeks when she saw him gesturing towards a one-person chair, but she didn't need to consider her response before replying, "Sure..." in an even softer tone.
With Roxy sitting side-straddle atop his lap, Paul went on to recount a bunch of things he had already written to her about before explaining a few recent developments, the most notable being his impending trip to the Demon Continent.
As much as the idea of traveling with Paul through the Demon Continent both fascinated and excited her, Roxy surprised him by promptly refusing his invitation. She only recently started her education at the Ranoa Magic Academy and, more importantly, her apprenticeship under Lisa. She didn't want Paul and his Party to have to protect her, so, as much as she disliked a few of her teachers, she intended to continue studying at the Academy until graduation.
Further demonstrating her resolve, Roxy went on to state, "As bad as this may sound, I'd prefer if you didn't return to Sharia after this. I don't mind if you visit Lisa, but I don't want you asking her about me. That way, I can surprise you by how much I've grown the next time we meet..."
Though he felt Roxy's request was a little excessive, Paul only hesitated for a moment before nodding his head and replying, "Sure...if that's what you want..." in a soft tone. Roxy smiled in response, but before she could thank him, Paul adopted a mischievous smile as he added, "In exchange, you'll have to introduce me to your parents when we travel to the Demon Continent in the future."
As the notion of bringing Paul home entered her mind, a tomato-red blush developed through Roxy's face as her body became statuesque. She had actively avoided thoughts of returning home; bringing a boy back to meet her parents was a leap she wasn't sure she could take.
Making things simultaneously easier and harder for the petite beauty, Paul mused, "Would you rather I meet them without you?"
"No...!"
Imagining the embarrassing things her parents might say or do once they learned Paul was her lover, Roxy added, "You better not meet my parents without me..." in a threatening tone that was undermined by how adorable she appeared.
Restraining the urge to laugh, Paul just smiled as he replied, "I wouldn't dream of it..."
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After giving Roxy an evening she wouldn't soon forget, Paul and Party set out early the following day, their destination the Biheiriru Kingdom on the Eastern side of the Continent.
Though he had initially intended to stop at the Strife Zone, Paul's reunion with Roxy made him realize how his presence could, at times, be a bit of a burden. When he had parted with everyone previously, they had expected him to be gone for as long as three years. If he showed up now, less than two months after his departure, it would undercut the emotional impact of their separation. Thus, as much as he wanted to return and spend time with everyone, Paul hardened his resolve and set his sights firmly on the Demon Continent.
With Ganyu's speed allowing her to cover the 3549 kilometers between Sharia and the Biheiriru Kingdom in a mere six hours, Paul found himself with a choice to make. He could allow Ganyu to carry them the remaining distance to a harbor town located on the Demon Continent's westernmost point, traverse the usually inaccessible Heaven Continent, or journey via the sea route to the Port City of Kurasuma.
Since the Heaven Continent was pretty much off-limits to all terrestrial races, especially humans, Paul decided to put off his exploration of the northernmost Continent until the far future. As for the sea route, it was a reasonably tempting idea, but it was ultimately an unnecessary expense that could invite all kinds of issues. Thus, while he was trying to get out of the habit of relying on Ganyu to transport him everywhere, Paul relented to having her ferry them the rest of the way to the Demon Continent.
Saving the group a considerable amount of time and trouble, Ganyu raced over the skies of Ogre Island, thousands of kilometers of ice floes, and a section of the sea that appeared purple and boiling before they reached the outskirts of a rather roughshod-looking port.&nbsp;
Though it was populated with tribes that could live hundreds, even thousands of years, the Demon Continent was a veritable wasteland compared to the other Continents. There was little plant life, no roads, and, even if you were to venture to the Capital City of Rikarisu, most of the buildings were constructed from monster parts or using Earth Magic.
As Ganyu brought them down near a forest of ancient, petrified trees, Paul couldn't help remarking, "Wow...I knew it was bad, but this is a lot worse than I expected..."
Despite a much higher concentration of Mana, the environment of the Demon Continent resembled an endless, barren steppe. The ground had a rust-red hue reminiscent of the surface of Mars, and the few shrubs that were present had poison-covered spines longer than his fingers.
Out of curiosity, Paul brought out his Dendro Vision, held it up to his face, and closed his eyes to focus. It was the Vision he used most frequently, so Kusanali had taught him a few tricks on how to manipulate the energy without executing an Elemental Ability or Burst.
As the Vision hummed in Paul's hand, the ground near his feet gradually shifted from rust-red to a healthier shade of brown. Purple vapor could be seen rising from the ground, the remnants of a miasma that periodically swept through the Demon Continent, but Venti swept it away with a wave of her hand. As a result, tiny, bright-green blades of grass began to sprout around Paul's feet, their rate of growth rapidly accelerating until a circular patch of grass roughly five meters in diameter had formed.
Opening his eyes, a faint smile developed across Paul's face as he mused, "I might be shit at Magic, but let's see an ordinary Mage pull this off..."
Though it was utterly unnecessary, Venti clapped excitedly for Paul while the rest of the group just smiled. Afterward, they left the patch of grass and began their descent toward the large but impoverished-looking city a few kilometers away, Kurasuma.&nbsp;
While it resembled a slum more than a proper port city, Kurasuma was one of the more prosperous territories in the Demon Continent. It was the only port where trade with the Sea Race was conducted, and its ruler, the Demon Lord Bagura Hagura, was actually the current Food God. He was a pig-faced demon that looked like the physical manifestation of an Asuran Noble's depravity, but his efforts had turned Kurasuma into the city with the most outstanding cuisine in the Demon Continent, potentially even the world.
As they drew closer to the city, Paul and the others could smell the aroma of alcohol, seafood, and spices blowing in from the port. The buildings of the city were literally formed of dirt, and there was trash littered about all over the place, but it was still the most fragrant city any of them had ever visited. So much so that Paul couldn't help grinning as he recalled that an AGC was comparable to a hundred Green Ore Coins, three of which could purchase nearly all the food and alcohol in a high-end bar...
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After registering themselves at the Guild, Paul exchanged 3 AGC for 270 GOC after a 10% exchange commission.&nbsp;
Unlike the currency of the Asura Kingdom, which used refined metals such as copper, silver, gold, and platinum, the Demon Continent used literal stone, scrap iron, iron, and green crystals that resembled decently sized emeralds. If converted directly, it would take a hundred Stone Coins to equal a single Asura Copper Coin, which, in turn, was equivalent to the second-highest denomination of Demon Continent currency, an Iron Coin.
With 270 Green Ore Coins in his possession, it wasn't an exaggeration to say Paul was one of the wealthiest people in the city. Even A and S-Rank Parties would only earn a few dozen GOC from high-ranking commissions. As a result, the Guild Receptionist, an insectoid woman with the head and features of a bee, needed approval from the Guild Master just to approve the exchange.
Fortunately for Paul, most Demons didn't really care about anyone but themselves. They were beings that could live for hundreds of years but preferred to live from one moment to the next, wholly unconcerned for what the future might hold. For this reason, their civilization only ever advanced when a reasonably powerful Demon King appeared to whip them into shape. In the absence of such an individual, the majority of Demons lived out their entire lives fighting, having fun, and fucking to their heart's content.
Without bothering to ask how Paul and his Party had managed to arrive at Kurasuma, the Guild Master, a muscular man with grey skin, six eyes, and large tusks, simply confirmed the Asura Gold Coins were legitimate before advising Paul to be careful. Most Demons weren't foolish enough to cause a scene within the territory of a Demon Lord, but the allure of hundreds of Green Ore Coins was too much. After all, a reasonably powerful D-Ranker would only earn around 5-10 GOC per year, depending on how often they risked their lives. If they could obtain hundreds with a single, well-placed shiv, they wouldn't hesitate.
After thanking the Guild Master for his 'friendly' advice, Paul and the girls spent several hours roaming around and sampling the foods of various street vendors. At each location, Paul would ask the girls for their opinion before recording their responses in a small journal. The King had asked him to conduct a survey and gather information on the Demon Continent, so he figured he might as well record details about the culture and cuisine of each city they passed through.
With the sun beginning its descent, Paul raised his head toward the sky as he suggested, "We should find a place to stay for the night and see about meeting with the Demon Lord tomorrow morning. We can also discuss our short and long-term plans for exploring the Demon Continent. We're going to be here a while, so we might as well use this as an opportunity to boost our Adventurer and Party Ranks to S. Any complaints?"
Though most of the girls just shook their heads, Venti raised her hand and asked, "Will we have the opportunity to explore on our own? I can detect the aroma of delicious food and alcohol on the wind. It would be a shame to leave without giving each a try."
Furrowing his brows, Paul replied, "We'll talk about it once we find a place to stay. However, given the distinctly different 'aesthetics' of Demons, I'm not against splitting up into smaller groups. Just never wander off on your own. Human slaves are a rare and highly sought-after commodity in many regions of the Demon Continent..."
Though Venti could probably level the entirety of Kurasuma if she wanted, it wasn't even remotely difficult to imagine her getting drunk and drugged by a group of kidnappers. Most demons regarded humans as peculiar and outlandish-looking creatures, regardless of their attractiveness, but there were always exceptions. As a rule of thumb, the more a Demon resembled a human, the more likely they were to prey upon them.
Increasing, rather than lessening Paul's concerns, Venti puffed out her chest in a way that threatened to weaponize the buttons of her blouse as she proclaimed, "Worry not! When it comes to bar crawling and gathering information from pubs, there are none beneath the heavens that can claim to be my equal~!"
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While making a mental note to ensure Venti never wandered far from his side, Paul said, "Let's go. I doubt we'll be able to find anything luxurious, but it shouldn't be worse than camping outside."
With everyone nodding their heads in agreement, Paul surprised Venti by grabbing her hand and pulling her along as he led the search for a place to stay. His actions confused her at first, but that didn't prevent her from clinging tightly to his arm and resting her head against his shoulder with a goofy smile on her face...
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"Kishishi, what's this? Those monsters have finally come to the Demon Continent~?"
Though she was several hundred kilometers to the East of Kurasuma, a youthful-looking Demoness with pale skin, voluminous purple hair, and goat-like horns was currently eyeing Paul and his Party with a glowing, violet-purple eye. In place of an ordinary pupil, it had a dark purple swirl that appeared to spin as she alternated her gaze between Paul, Ei, and Venti.
As the petite Demoness strained her eye to peer at Ei, the violet-haired Archon narrowed her eyes and looked toward her. Seeing this, the purple-haired Demoness adopted a toothy grin that revealed rows of razor-sharp teeth as she noted, "Whoa. This one's pretty sharp. And those eyes...they emit a type of energy I've never sensed before..."
Seemingly annoyed by her own words, a deep frown developed across the little girl's face before she spontaneously shouted, "Aaaaaaaagh! Just who do you think you are!? Demon Eyes are supposed to be my gimmick!"
Stamping her feet like a child throwing a tantrum, the loose black shorts the girl was wearing began to slide down her diminutive frame. She was nearly three hundred years old, but her body was completely bereft of a woman's charm. Her outfit also consisted of garments she had picked up at random, so many mistook her for a young Succubus that had escaped slavery due to her skimpy appearance, wrist shackles, and the large metal collar around her neck.
Noticing several people staring at her, an embarrassed look briefly marred the young Demoness' face before she abruptly adopted a shark-toothed grin, struck a pose, and shouted, "Your parents may have given you eyes, but staring isn't free, you know!? If you still wish to gaze upon the majesty of this noble and beautiful Kishirika Kishirisu, then empty your pockets...!"
Hearing the young girl's proclamation, many of the Demons that had been observing her either laughed or exhaled amused chuckles before going about their business. It wasn't rare for young Demons, especially girls, to pretend they were the former Demon Empress, so they just assumed the little girl puffing out her non-existent chest was the same.
Seeing her spectators disperse, the young Demoness, none other than the actual Kishirika Kishirisu, clicked her tongue. It used to be that all Demons, even those just meeting her for the first time, would recognize her greatness. They would gather en masse at the site of her resurrection, obey her every whim, and rally behind any cause she saw fit. Now, ever since Laplace has 'experimented' on her, even her fiance and former allies didn't give her the attention she deserved. She was the Demon Empress, Kishirika Kishirisu, dammit...!
As the image of Laplace appeared in her mind, Kishirika shivered as a sudden and intense urge to vomit welled from her stomach. Fortunately, it had been several months since her last meal, so there was nothing for her to vomit!
"Kishishishi~"
Amused by her own thoughts, Kishirika snickered in her characteristically impish manner. Then, with nothing better to do, she pointed towards the West and shouted, "To the port city of Kurasuma...!" before marching off with bold steps. If a human or a beast person were to witness this scene, they would see that most of the Demons she passed along the way paid absolutely no attention to her. Everything about her stood out like a sore thumb, but she marched through the crowd like she was invisible...
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Interrupting the search for a place to stay, Ei surprised Paul by revealing, "Someone was spying on us. They were too far away for me to determine their location, but I'm absolutely certain we were being watched."
Furrowing his brows, Paul asked the most pressing question, "Are they an enemy...?"
Pursing her lips, Ei adopted a thoughtful expression as she tried to recall the intent contained within the gaze. In the end, she shook her head and answered, "I'm not sure, but I believe they were merely curious. It didn't feel like they had any ill intentions."
"Hmmm..."
Though the image of a purple-haired loli immediately popped into his mind, Paul seriously doubted they would draw the attention of Kishirika this soon into their exploration of the Demon Continent. It was far more likely to be someone related to Atofe, the blue-skinned Demon Lord who grants strength. Her fortress, Fort Necross, was located roughly 600km from Kurasuma, and she was known for taking an interest in powerful, or, at the very least, unique people. If she had an informant with the Guild, Paul could easily imagine Atofe appearing to try and kidnap them...she was, after all, infamous for 'collecting' people she found interesting...
"Well, if they have Demon Eyes of Clairvoyance or something similar, there's not a lot we can do to prevent them from spying on us. For now, we just need to stay on our toes and continue with our original plan. If it turns out they do have malicious intentions toward us, we'll just need to defeat or cut them down. It's that simple."
Nodding her head in both understanding and approval, Ei stated, "Leave it to me." in a confident tone. Ever since she had measured her skill against Reida, the only enemies she was still concerned about were Hitogami, Perugius, Orsted, the Death God, and Gal. However, based on what she had heard from Paul, Ei was fairly confident she could defeat the latter...
Seeing through Ei's thoughts, at least a little, Paul adopted a smile and mused, "How reliable..." before shifting his attention to the rest of the group and adding, "Well, no sense in standing around here. We still need to find a place before it gets too dark. Shall we...?"
With everyone nodding in approval, Paul led the way as they resumed their search for a place to stay. Most of the places they passed were bars and taverns that were barebones to the point of being considered hovels. Paul didn't mind spending the night in one, but he was sure there had to be at least one proper Inn in the city...
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As news of Water King Vuldar's death finally began to circulate through the Capital, a public outcry occurred as people, egged on by the Faction supporting the First Prince, called for Paul's imprisonment. A few outright demanded his execution, but they were silenced by the groups pointing out the insensibility of killing one 'Water King' to avenge another.
Paul wasn't yet aware of it, but Reida, or, more accurately, the King had pinned the blame for Vuldar's death squarely on his head. He wanted to keep the capabilities of Ei a secret, so even though he was nowhere near the level of an actual Water King, Paul was already being regarded as the youngest in history. He had even been given an official title, one which the King hoped would tie him to Asura for the foreseeable future. Thus, on the ninth day of the seventh month of Armored Dragon King Year 401, the legend of the King's Greatsword, Paul Greyrat, was born...
Much to the chagrin of the First Prince, his Faction, and several powers lurking behind the scenes...
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As it had been more than an hour since they entered the bath, Paul was unsurprised to find Ghislaine, Jean, Ei, Xinyan, and Lilia within his former study, not just his kids. Ghislaine was seated on a sofa with Aria using her lap as a pillow while the rest of the girls were either reading or catching up on the sleep they had lost the previous night.
Though Aria briefly stirred at the sound of people entering the room, Paul couldn't help smiling wryly when she immediately went back to sleep. At least, that seemed to be her intention before she promptly sprang up and shouted, "Ganoo...!" in an excited tone.
Ignoring everyone else in the room, Aria, quite literally, leaped at Ganyu the moment she was close enough to pounce. She adopted an apologetic smile in response, but Paul just shook his head with a moderately helpless smile on his face. He couldn't exactly blame Aria for not being attached to him when he had only been around for a few weeks of her life.
Fortunately, though he might never fully come to terms with the fact his son was a reincarnator, Paul had at least one kid who at least pretended to care about their status as parent and child.
Setting aside his book, Aiden hopped to his feet before bowing slightly as he said, "Welcome back, Father. It's good to see you, Grandmother, Dame Eula, Miss Ganyu."
Ignoring the mild annoyance in his son's eyes, likely the result of the girls giving him a wide berth, Paul replied, "Hey, kiddo. How go your studies...?"
Not wanting to ruin the impression his GILF of a Grandmother had toward him, Aiden remained respectful as he politely replied, "Without issue. The Lord and Lady of the House were kind enough to procure me a teacher, so my aptitudes have been improving by the day."
"Oh...?"
As Paul shifted his gaze to her, Valentine happily explained, "Since your time at the Milbots Academy for Nobles, several Mages from around the world have come seeking employment with House Notos. Among them was a Saint-Ranked Spirit Mage from the Great Forest, an Elven woman by the name of Mariana Lemongrass. She claimed that the ambiance of the Estate was similar to the Great Forest, so she has been staying here as a live-in tutor for Aiden."
As Spirit Magic was the 'original' form of Magic, Paul was more than a little surprised to learn that Aiden's tutor was a Spirit Mage from the Great Forest. If she could actually teach him how to summon Elemental Spirits, Aiden may actually be able to 'follow in his footsteps' by contracting High, Great, or even Ancient Spirits. It was kind of uncanny...
Expressing his genuine thoughts on the matter, Paul adopted a slightly wide-eyed expression as he remarked, "Wow. You really lucked out this time, Aiden. Spirit Mages rarely abandon the safety of the Great Forest, and I've never once heard of one teaching a human. With a teacher like that, you're going to become a little monster in the future."
Though he didn't like Paul speaking to him casually when he was 'forced' to be polite, Aiden couldn't help returning a smile. He was fairly certain that Mariana had only accepted the position due to Amarant disclosing Paul's affinity with 'Spirits.' That didn't change the fact he was fortunate, however, as Mariana was an excellent teacher and, more importantly, a bonafide 'legal loli.' So long as his Riajuu of father didn't snatch her away, he was fairly content with the present situation.
Fortunately for Aiden, Paul soon revealed his intentions to travel to the Demon Continent and that he might be gone for upwards of 2-3 years. He promised to return in time to celebrate their fifth birthday, but neither of the twins was particularly moved by this. Aria was far more interested in cuddling Ganyu while Aiden was secretly weighing the risks and rewards of trying to poach a pair of panties before the girls' departure...
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With his mother insisting they stay at least one night, Paul spent the rest of the day trying to bond with his kids before eventually retiring to his old room in exhaustion. He wasn't physically exhausted, by his mental energy had tanked after several failed attempts to coax Aria into playing or letting him read to her.
"My daughter hates me..."
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Eula replied, "No, she doesn't..." while stroking her fingers through Paul's hair. Ganyu was sleeping in the twins' room, specifically in Aria's bed, so she was lending her lap to Paul as he wallowed in self-pity.
In an effort to distract Paul from his depressive state, Jean, wearing little more than white panties and a negligee, questioned, "Shouldn't you be releasing Lady Barbatos from the IOF? If we're planning to set out early in the morning, it would be good to have her with us."
"Eeeeh...."
As he wasn't really in the mood for a fuckathon right now, Paul didn't feel like releasing Venti. He knew he should, but he also knew she was going to be disappointed when she found out they weren't going to be going at it for five days straight...
Expelling such thoughts from his mind, Paul forced himself to a seated position, smiling as he said, "You're probably right. However, before we let that pervert out of her cage, I believe we have three weeks of lost time to make up for..."
Focusing his gaze on Lilia, the only one wearing a 'proper,' cream-colored nightgown that concealed most of her frame and extended to her ankles, Paul's smile gained a hint of wolfishness as he asked, "What do you say?"
Though she swallowed nervously, a serious expression developed across Lilia's face as she replied, "I'm ready." in a firm tone. She could still vividly recall the state Paul had left her in the first time they had sex. Fortunately, though she wasn't entirely sure what she would do while Paul was having sex with other people, she wouldn't be facing him alone.&nbsp;
Ignoring his initial apprehensions and mental fatigue, Paul's smile became a toothy grin as he playfully mused, "We'll see..." Then, despite feeling like he just wanted to sleep, he ended up going at it with the bevy of beautiful women for a solid three hours before releasing Venti and continuing well into the following day...
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"Owie...not so hard..."
Ignoring Venti's protest, Paul continued to suckle and bite her nipple, his hands sinking into the flesh of her full and shapely ass as she rocked her hips of her own accord. His brain had practically shut off at that point, so he was moving purely on instinct as Venti trembled with each shake and twist of her hips.
Interrupting the duo's slow but passionate ministrations, Jean, having already donned her clothes, remarked, "We should be getting ready to leave soon..."
Answering in Pau's stead, Venti exhaled a sigh that was equal parts an impassioned moan as she replied, "I know...just...just five&mdash;maybe ten more minutes. I'm so close to producing another Seelie...I can feel it..."
Furrowing her brows, Jean was tempted to chastize Venti but stopped as Paul ceased suckling her visibly swollen nipple long enough to say, "It's fine...another ten minutes won't hurt..."
Though she was equally tempted to chastize Paul for pushing himself too hard, Jean ultimately shook her head. She knew Paul was doing what he believed was necessary to keep them satisfied, so the person she really needed to talk to was Venti. Jean could empathize with Venti's desire to indulge in the pleasure Paul was capable of administering, but there were times when their relationship bordered on toxic...
"Ah...! I can feel it coming...!"
Pushing herself away from Paul, Venti plopped onto the bed and began breathing rapidly as she spread her legs wide and placed her hands over her lower abdomen. For a brief moment, something could be seen moving beneath her hands before her back arched violently, fluids erupting from her visibly palpating vagina as a glowing green creature began to wiggle its way out.
Overwhelmed by stimulus, Venti clutched the sides of her head, her face distorted like something straight out of a doujinshi as a grapefruit-sized Anemo Seelie plopped out of her and into Paul's hands. Afterward, all the tension drained from her body as she collapsed like a broken marionette, a peal of eerie laughter emanating from her throat as she softly remarked, "Thank Barbatos..."
Ignoring the lascivious woman sprawled out in front of him, Paul took a moment to caress the rabbit-eared Seelie's head with his index finger, an affectionate smile on his face as he whispered, "Welcome to the world of Mushoku Tensei, little guy..."
Though it didn't have eyes to stare back at him, Paul got the impression that the Seelie was staring back at him as the white orb representing its core appeared to shift in his direction. The rabbit-like ears atop its head also waggled a bit before it abruptly levitated from his palms and rubbed against his face in a clear display of affection.
"How enviable..."
Blinking in surprise, Paul and nearly everyone else shifted their attention to Ei. She immediately realized she had voiced her thoughts aloud, but instead of owning up to it, she adopted a cold and expressionless mask as she inquired, "Is something the matter? Why has everyone suddenly turned their attentions to me...?"
Choosing to let Ei save face, Paul suppressed a chuckle as he grabbed the Anemo Seelie, nestling it between his palms and whispering, "Good luck..." before planting a kiss atop its head and releasing it like a dove at a wedding ceremony. Seelies were free-spirited by nature, Anemo Seelies even more so. Thus, the moment Paul released it, the Seelie flew off like a rocket, phasing through the manor walls before disappearing somewhere in the vineyards surrounding the Estate...
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After eating breakfast with his mother and children, Paul bid farewell to the three of them before mounting Ganyu and immediately falling asleep as she began her nine-hour flight through the Red Dragon's Upper Jaw and over the Wyrm's Whiskers Forest. Ei could presumably deal with any Dragons they encountered trying to fly directly over the mountain range, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
With Ghislaine straddling him in an apparent attempt to prevent him from being swept off of Ganyu's back, Paul was able to experience one of the most restful periods of sleep in his entire life. Ganyu's cloud-like fur was more comfortable than any bed, and Ghislaine's increasingly soft body was a perfect blanket due to her pillowy breasts and naturally high body temperature. He ended up waking with a rather extreme case of morning wood, but that was nothing new.
After refusing Venti's offer for a blowjob, Paul slid off of Ganyu's body and did some light stretching as he eyed the familiar, snow-covered city in the distance. Once the tent in his trousers had started to die down, he turned to the girls, specifically Ganyu, and mused, "Remind me to take more naps with your Qilin form. Your fur is ridiculously comfortable..."
Blushing faintly, Ganyu returned a smile as she replied, "Understood." in a polite tone. She knew Paul was just joking around, but that wouldn't stop her from reminding him. After all, she really enjoyed taking naps with him, and he could always use more sleep.
Unaware of Ganyu's thoughts, Paul briefly cast his gaze over the others as he asked, "Should we make camp in the forest or stay in the city? I'm not against it, but I'd rather avoid meeting with the Count if we can avoid it."
Since his only reasons for coming to Sharia were delivering Roxy's Vision and asking if she wanted to accompany him to the Demon Continent, Paul wanted to avoid making a scene. If the residents of the Western District or the Governor heard he was visiting, they would invariably wish to meet him. He didn't really mind, but it could lead to them being 'trapped' within Sharia for several days.
Speaking as the group's representative, Jean suggested, "You and Ganyu should sneak into the Academy and wait for Roxy at the Bastille. We'll set up a light camp and await your return."
With no one offering a counterargument, Paul bid farewell to the larger group of girls before mounting a horse-sized Ganyu and following Jean's advice. Ganyu was incredibly sneaky when she wanted to be, and, thanks to their spiritual link, he could apparently pass through barriers alongside her...
That could be very useful in the future...
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Chapter 147: MI147: Value