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Chapter 122 (~10k words):
– Haru –
Milim came trotting toward me, practically skipping with every step, her bright pink hair bouncing energetically behind her. Her expression was filled with utter satisfaction with a wide grin stretched across her beautiful face.
Dragging behind her, clasped casually in one delicate hand around his bloodied ankle, was Issei Hyoudou.
Or rather, what remained of him. Issei's once arrogant, lustful expression had long vanished. His face was battered beyond recognition, swollen grotesquely in places, dark purple bruises overlapping older yellowish-green ones. Dried blood crusted thickly around his split lips, down his broken nose, and even soaked into his matted brown hair, creating a sickening mess.
Every movement of Milim's casual stride made his broken body bounce slightly against the rough dirt, causing weak, agonized groans to escape his lips in pathetic bursts of pain.
I watched closely, noting with quiet satisfaction that his seemingly endless regenerative powers had finally vanished. The bastard had finally run dry, burning through every last one of those extra lives he'd accumulated by violating helpless women in this world. The mere thought of his crimes sent another wave of cold disgust through me, but I pushed it aside, savoring instead the sight of the perverted asshole reduced to this miserable state.
Issei groaned again, softer now, sounding nearly incoherent. His once-confident voice was reduced to a hoarse, broken whisper, weakly gasping out something unintelligible. I didn't bother listening closer; frankly, I didn't care what this vile excuse for a human had to say anymore. He'd proven himself utterly irredeemable.
Milim finally reached my side and dropped Issei's limp body unceremoniously at my feet, causing his battered form to twitch and spasm slightly in reaction. She clapped her hands together cheerfully, looking up at me with an expectant sparkle in her wide blue eyes, clearly awaiting my praise.
I chuckled softly at her expression. Even after all the brutality she'd just inflicted, she still managed to be utterly adorable.
I reached out slowly, my hand gently pressing down onto her soft, silky pink hair as I stroked affectionately. Her eyes immediately closed in contentment, her face radiating pure bliss.
"You did great, Milim," I praised genuinely, continuing to pet her tenderly as if she were a beloved pet rather than a devastatingly powerful Demon Lord capable of annihilating entire continents. "I'm impressed. I expected nothing less from the Destroyer herself."
"Ehehehe! You bet I did!" she replied enthusiastically, puffing out her modest chest proudly, clearly loving every second of the affection and praise. Her bright blue eyes opened again, shining brightly with joy as her pale cheeks flushed warmly under my gentle touch. She even leaned slightly into my hand, instinctively pressing her head upward against my palm, craving further affection like an overly affectionate kitten.
Issei, on the other hand, continued to whimper pathetically beneath us. I glanced down at him coldly, my golden eyes narrowing sharply with undisguised contempt. Honestly, even seeing him in this state still made my stomach twist slightly in disgust. He'd hurt so many innocent people without any remorse—he deserved far worse than this.
My gaze drifted to his left arm, where the previously impressive Boosted Gear gauntlet had vanished completely due to the absolute depletion of his magicules. In its place was now only a small, faintly glowing emerald-green gemstone embedded deeply into the flesh of his forearm. Within it, clearly audible, was Ddraig's deep, powerful voice echoing out.
"Ahhh, finally! After all this time, after all the indignities I've suffered… Yes! Yes! YES!" The once-proud Welsh Dragon shouted gleefully, sounding almost delirious with joy and relief. "Oh, how long have I waited to see my most worthless host finally suffer properly for his disgusting crimes! Justice! Beautiful, satisfying justice!"
I arched a single eyebrow slightly at the gem, surprised at the sheer depth of emotion radiating from the legendary dragon. Apparently, being trapped in Issei's gauntlet for months on end had genuinely been a form of torture to Ddraig—understandably so, considering his host's perverted and depraved nature.
"Oh, shut up already, you useless dragon!" Issei croaked out weakly, somehow managing just enough strength to briefly regain a fragment of his obnoxious personality despite his severe injuries. He glared hatefully at his arm, though his battered face made the attempt rather pitiful. "You're supposed to be my partner! Stop celebrating my pain, damn it!"
"Partner?!" Ddraig roared back furiously, his booming voice filled with righteous indignation. "Do you have any idea how degrading it was—being forced to witness your perverse acts day after day, powerless to stop you? You're lucky I can't physically manifest myself right now, because I'd rip your filthy head right off your miserable shoulders!"
Milim giggled cutely, clearly finding the exchange hilarious. She grinned mischievously up at me, gently tugging my sleeve for attention. "Hey Haru, this dragon guy seems pretty funny! Can I keep him after we kill the gross pervert for good? I wanna talk to him some more later!"
"Kill me?" Issei's swollen eyes widened briefly in genuine terror at her casual suggestion. "Wait, please—!"
But I simply nodded calmly, ignoring Issei's begging entirely as I met Milim's cheerful gaze again. "Sure thing, Milim," I agreed easily. "Once we're done here, we'll figure out how to remove Ddraig's soul safely from Issei's body. After that, you can hang out with him whenever you want."
Milim practically jumped up and down in excitement, clapping her hands rapidly as she cheered loudly. "Yay! Awesome! Thanks, Haru, you're the absolute best!"
Suddenly—
An earth‑shaking boom ripped through the sky above us—a violent, rolling explosion of magic that hit my senses like a freight train. The whole damn atmosphere trembled. Even from kilometers away, the shockwave punched through the air hard enough that my ten tails snapped stiff for a split second, every strand of fur standing on edge.
For a heartbeat, I thought some other foreign god had shown up and decided to start shit again. But then the flavor of the energy settled into something unmistakable. Slimy, familiar, and stupidly overpowered in a very Rimuru way.
"Damn…" I muttered under my breath as the pressure washed over us.
Milim's head whipped toward the sky, her eager grin spreading so wide it practically threatened to split her face in half. Her eyes sparkled with manic delight, like someone had just told her Christmas, her birthday, and a world-ending battle royale were all happening at once.
"OHHH!" she squealed, vibrating like a sugar‑high toddler. "That's Rimuru! That's totally Rimuru! He's doing it—he's ascending too!" She punched the air. "Back‑to‑back! You ascend, then he ascends—what is today? BEST DAY EVER!"
I didn't even get a chance to respond before she lunged at me with the kind of enthusiasm only Milim Nava could weaponize. She grabbed me by the back of my shirt with one hand—and snatched Issei's barely-alive carcass by the ankle with the other—and then rocket-launched us straight into the damn sky.
"WHOA—!" I yelled, as the ground immediately became a memory.
Milim shot upward like a pink-haired missile, dragging both of us behind her.
With my newfound Demon Lord strength, I realized suddenly that I could actually resist Milim's chaotic whims now—well, at least for a few minutes or so. But honestly, I rather enjoyed indulging her playful antics. There was something irresistibly cute about seeing her so damn happy, even if it meant I got treated like a fluffy fox-shaped football every now and then.
And as for Issei's abuse? Hell, that was just icing on the cake.
Within moments, we soared up toward the epicenter of Rimuru's ongoing ascension. When we finally slowed to a halt, hovering effortlessly thousands of meters above the forest below, the overwhelming sight awaiting us made my breath catch sharply in my throat.
Floating motionless in the air before us was Rimuru Tempest.
Yet, he no longer resembled the happy-go-lucky slime I'd known previously. Instead, his body pulsed rhythmically with immense, monstrous waves of raw magical energy, shimmering and shifting violently around him. His slime form appeared semi-transparent, glowing with countless shades of eerie darkness that rippled and swirled hypnotically through his gelatinous body. Rimuru hovered perfectly still, suspended in midair like some dark deity undergoing divine transformation.
Most disturbingly of all were the thousands upon thousands of glowing white orbs slowly drifting toward Rimuru's slime form from every direction—countless souls.
I glanced down, realizing with a sickening sense of awe that those thousands of souls were undoubtedly from the human army that had foolishly attacked Rimuru's nation. What had once been thousands upon thousands of heavily armored soldiers now lay scattered lifelessly across the ground, their corpses sprawled haphazardly in bloodied heaps and grotesque piles.
There were no survivors visible—every last human attacker was dead, slaughtered ruthlessly down to the final man, their souls now feeding Rimuru's furious ascension to Demon Lord.
"That's gonna be a bitch to clean up," I muttered darkly, shaking my head slightly in disbelief at the sheer scale of the carnage below. Unless some monsters come by and eat them…
Gross, I didn't really want to think about that.
Milim hovered comfortably next to me, casually holding me in her firm yet gentle grip, still casually dangling Issei's limp, barely conscious body by one ankle. She glanced down at the massacre below without even a trace of shock or concern, simply nodding approvingly as if observing a job well done. "Wow, Rimuru really did snap, huh?" Milim remarked bluntly.
Rimuru's transformation into a Demon Lord finished abruptly.
For a split second, there was absolute silence—a strange and uncomfortable stillness settled around him, as if reality itself had paused, holding its breath.
Then his eyes snapped open sharply, glowing vividly with a deep golden hue I'd never seen in them before. Waves of immense magical energy still radiated off of him powerfully, shimmering darkly through the air, but the overwhelming pressure I'd felt earlier began to subside rapidly, replaced instead with a calm, steady hum of potent energy that mirrored my own transformation. Rimuru's aura had permanently changed, just like mine had.
It took Rimuru another second before his gaze finally settled clearly on us, and his expression immediately twisted into sheer panic. His eyes widened dramatically, his newly evolved body trembling briefly in shock. Instinctively, slime tendrils flailed around him defensively, reacting to an unexpected presence nearby, before he abruptly recognized who exactly was hovering right next to him.
"Oh—!" he yelped out loud, visibly startled, slime form nearly rippling into a panicked mess. Then his expression immediately shifted into embarrassed realization. "O-Oh! Hey, Haru. Milim. It's just you two," he stammered sheepishly, visibly deflating in relief.
"Yeah, relax. It's us," I confirmed dryly, raising one eyebrow at his momentary freakout. "Who else were you expecting to randomly show up at your ascension?"
He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his newly-formed humanoid head with a slightly awkward slime tendril. "Honestly, I wasn't exactly expecting company at all," Rimuru admitted quietly, his eyes falling slightly in embarrassment. The casual lightheartedness vanished quickly from his expression, though, replaced by something far heavier—deep, bone-deep grief shadowing his golden eyes with sadness. "I mean... not after everything that just happened."
My expression softened slightly, recognizing immediately the raw emotional wounds Rimuru was still clearly struggling with. Rimuru had always been relentlessly optimistic, to the point of naive positivity at times.
"Hey," I said gently but firmly, giving him a reassuring nod. "We came the second we sensed trouble. I didn't even realize your nation had been attacked until Milim told me, but we're here now." I glanced over pointedly at the pink-haired menace floating next to me. "And luckily, we even managed to capture one of the idiots responsible for this entire mess."
Milim instantly perked up cheerfully at my mention, grinning eagerly as she proudly thrust one slim arm upward into the air, dangling Issei Hyoudou's pathetic, unconscious form upside down by his battered ankle. He hung limply, swaying slightly like a grotesque trophy, his ruined face swollen and bruised beyond recognition, dried blood crusting thickly around his mouth and nose, dripping slowly toward the distant ground below us.
"Ta-da!" Milim announced dramatically, shaking Issei's unconscious form a bit to make sure Rimuru got a proper look. "We beat the stuffing out of this gross perverted human, Rimuru! Haru said he's one of the guys responsible!"
Rimuru's gaze immediately hardened at the sight of Issei's unconscious, pitiful body. A silent, cold fury settled clearly behind his glowing eyes—something chilling and ruthless, something distinctly new. He hovered forward slowly, eyes fixed unblinkingly upon Issei's battered form, as though fighting off a deep-seated urge to immediately finish him off personally.
After several tense seconds, Rimuru eventually sighed heavily, forcing himself back to a more rational state. "Thank you both," Rimuru said quietly, his voice tight and controlled, barely containing the simmering anger beneath the surface. "I'll decide this human's punishment later. There's something much more important that needs to be done first, back in my city."
"Something more important?" I asked curiously, raising a questioning eyebrow. "Like what exactly? Shouldn't you be contacting Ainz?"
Rimuru met my eyes directly, and suddenly there was a newfound determination shining clearly through his sadness—a spark of fierce resolve and purpose that was strangely reassuring.
"I won't contact Ainz? I'll handle this myself. I'm going to bring everyone who died back to life," Rimuru declared with absolute confidence radiating clearly through his voice. His expression left no doubt—he fully intended to accomplish something utterly insane and utterly impossible.
According to the laws of this world at least.
I let out a low whistle at his bold statement. Rimuru was clearly serious. He was obviously ready and willing to challenge every natural and magical law necessary to restore his fallen people.
"Mass resurrection magic, huh?" I replied thoughtfully, eyeing Rimuru with open curiosity. "Didn't realize this world had something quite that ridiculously overpowered available—especially on the mass scale you're obviously planning."
Rimuru smiled slightly at my frank observation, shrugging his slime shoulders casually. "Technically speaking, it normally doesn't," he admitted bluntly, smirking confidently. "But after becoming a Demon Lord? All bets are pretty much off. I've got enough souls and magicules flowing through me right now to rewrite the rules however I damn well please."
Milim laughed excitedly at Rimuru's casual boast, clearly loving his newfound cocky attitude. She gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up gesture, swinging Issei's unconscious form around carelessly like a ragdoll. "That's the spirit, Rimuru! Break all the rules you want and show the world who's boss! Woohoo!"
Rimuru just shook his head, clearly amused at Milim's chaotic support, then suddenly turned toward the distant horizon—straight back toward his city, still encased beneath the shimmering, oppressive barrier. Without another word, Rimuru blasted forward at lightning speed, streaking swiftly back toward his home and his people, driven relentlessly by the urgent need to undo the tragedies that had occurred.
Milim immediately flew after him, dragging both myself and Issei effortlessly along behind her. As we soared rapidly through the clear sky, propelled by Milim's boundless enthusiasm, she suddenly paused mid-flight, blinking in obvious confusion before glancing curiously over at me.
"Hey, Haru?" she asked thoughtfully, tilting her pink-haired head cutely to the side. "I just had this weird feeling—did we maybe forget something important back there?"
I considered her question briefly, mentally reviewing the chaotic chain of recent events. After several seconds of careful thought, nothing particularly urgent popped into my mind, so I simply shrugged lightly back at her.
"Hmm... I don't think so," I replied casually, not particularly concerned. "At least, nothing major that I can remember right now."
Milim's expression instantly shifted back into carefree excitement, clearly reassured by my response. "Oh! Okay, good!" she exclaimed cheerfully. "If Haru says it's fine, then it's definitely fine! Let's go watch Rimuru resurrect a bunch of people!"
I smiled indulgently at her endless enthusiasm, nodding lightly as she resumed our swift flight back toward Rimuru's barrier-encased city. But even as we rapidly approached the shimmering dome, something nagging in the back of my mind continued to bother me quietly—an unsettling feeling that perhaps we actually had overlooked something incredibly important after all.
"Eh," I muttered dismissively under my breath, shaking my head and ignoring the uneasy sensation. "I'm sure it'll probably be fine."
– Benimaru –
"..."
"I think they forgot about me…"
Benimaru sighed as he stared up at the sky wistfully. Not being able to fly was annoying. Lord Haru and Lady Milim had completely forgotten about him and left him behind…
– Haru –
I had to admit—
I was pretty damn amazed by what Rimuru had managed to pull off.
Honestly, watching that ridiculous cheat skill of his rewrite reality itself to bring all those slain monsters back from the dead was something straight out of a fucking fantasy novel—even by the insane standards I'd gotten used to lately. Thousands of monsters, previously lying lifelessly scattered in broken heaps, had suddenly opened their eyes simultaneously, breathing again, smiling again. It was almost unnerving to witness, yet deeply satisfying all the same.
They were all alive again! Including Shion and Benimaru's little sister!
Oh shit—Benimaru! We left him behind.
I knew we forgot something! Meh, I'm sure he wouldn't hold it against us whenever he got back…
….
With the impossible accomplished, the entire monster city wasted absolutely no time in immediately throwing one hell of a party right in the streets. The noise, laughter, music, and cheers filled every corner, echoing joyfully off the buildings as everyone celebrated their miraculous second chance at life.
Naturally, my first instinct—especially now with my [Lord of the Kitchen] skill—was to immediately take full charge of all the food preparations.
A massive street party like this demanded equally massive and delicious cuisine, and I was ready to cook the feast of a lifetime!
Or second lifetime considering everyone that just got resurrected.
But before I even got halfway through rolling up my sleeves, a small yet devastatingly powerful force crashed into me at full speed. Before I could even react, a delicate but iron-strong grip locked around my wrist and dragged me bodily away from the lively festivities, weaving effortlessly through the cheerful crowds at breakneck speed.
This was happening to me a lot today…
"Whoa, Milim—slow down!" I tried to protest, half-stumbling behind her as she giggled excitedly, ignoring my attempts to free myself from her grip. She was clearly on a mission, darting swiftly down a familiar side street toward the cozy little house Rimuru always kept prepared for her whenever she visited.
"Come on, Haru!" she chirped gleefully, completely ignoring my confused protests. Her enthusiasm practically radiated off her like a damn supernova. "You're coming with me! No buts, no excuses!"
"I had plans for the food!" I argued weakly, even though a growing part of me honestly didn't mind at all being dragged off by Milim. "At least let me start—"
"Nope! Absolutely not!" she interrupted cheerfully, pulling me straight through the door of her small but comfortably furnished guesthouse and slamming it shut behind us. "Someone else can handle the cooking tonight—you're mine for now!"
"Yours?" I raised an eyebrow, half amused, half genuinely curious now. "What exactly is this about—"
But before I even finished that sentence, Milim launched herself forward in a flash of movement, leaping straight up into my arms without warning. Her slender, perfectly toned legs immediately wrapped tightly around my waist, ankles locking firmly at the small of my back, her thighs squeezing snugly around me. My breath hitched sharply at the unexpected but incredibly enticing sensation of her firm yet wonderfully soft body pressed flush against mine.
"Milim, what—"
Her mouth crashed passionately onto mine, silencing any further protests. Her lips were hot, eager, and impossibly soft, moving hungrily against mine with an urgency that caught me off guard, even after our earlier teasing together.
The kiss was so fervent, so needy, that I found myself instantly kissing her back, matching her passion with my own.
A soft, muffled moan vibrated against my lips, Milim's chest rising and falling rapidly as she pressed even tighter against me. Her arms looped around my neck, fingers sliding slowly into my golden hair, pulling my head closer to deepen our heated kiss even further. Through the thin fabric separating our bodies, I could clearly feel every tantalizing curve of her breasts pushing insistently against my chest. Her nipples hardened noticeably beneath the tight material of her outfit, adding another incredible dimension to the electrifying sensation of her petite but gloriously curvy body pressed snugly into mine.
I felt my pulse skyrocket, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as heat pooled urgently between us, our mutual desire quickly reaching a fever pitch.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, my hands slid slowly and deliberately down the smooth curves of her back, tracing the slender arch of her spine over her bare skin. Then I moved lower, boldly gripping her perfectly round, firm ass with both hands, fingers sinking gently into her soft yet toned flesh.
Milim gasped sharply into my mouth, breaking our kiss suddenly with a delighted giggle. Her vibrant, crystalline blue eyes sparkled mischievously, her cheeks flushed adorably pink with excitement. She tilted her head playfully, her breathing coming in soft, quick pants as she gazed directly into my eyes.
"Oooh, Haru!" she purred teasingly, her hips shifting subtly in my grip, grinding slowly and provocatively against me, deliberately tormenting me with the warmth radiating from between her thighs. "Looks like you're finally getting ready to make me your wife! Took you long enough!"
I laughed breathlessly, tightening my grip possessively on her ass and squeezing it firmly again, enjoying the delighted gasp she gave me in response. "I suppose it did… I'm sorry I made you wait so long, Milim."
She grinned brightly, clearly unapologetic, leaning in until our noses nearly touched. Her breath was warm and sweet, her eyes half-lidded with seductive anticipation. "I wasn't gonna wait any longer! Now that you're finally a Demon Lord, I won't accidentally hurt you! I love you so much, Haru!"
The intensity and blunt honesty of her desire sent another powerful wave of heat surging through my entire body. I couldn't deny I'd been thinking exactly the same thing—even amidst the chaos and action earlier. "Damn, Milim," I growled softly, holding her even tighter against my chest, feeling her slender, powerful legs squeeze appreciatively around me again. "You really are amazing."
Milim laughed brightly, trailing kisses slowly along my jawline and down to my neck, making my body shudder uncontrollably in response. "You haven't seen anything really amazing yet," she teased huskily, flicking her tongue gently against my sensitive skin, her lips curled into a wickedly playful smirk.
I pushed her gently back against the closed door behind her, pinning her body firmly in place between myself and the hard wood. She moaned quietly, her entire body shivering excitedly as I leaned forward, capturing her lips again in another searingly passionate kiss, one hand boldly slipping beneath her top, fingertips tracing slowly and deliberately up the warm, toned skin of her stomach.
I reached forward and grasped the fabric of Milim's top firmly in my hands, pulling it swiftly upward and off her chest in one smooth, decisive motion. The thin garment slipped off with ease, and Milim immediately burst into a delighted giggle as her modest, perfectly perky breasts bounced gently into view. I found myself instantly entranced by them—the smooth, porcelain-pale skin of her chest, the delicate pink nipples already stiffening in excitement, perfectly matching the color of her glossy lips and flushed cheeks.
Milim tilted her head adorably, her sky-blue eyes sparkling with playful shyness as she pressed her arms inward slightly, causing her small but incredibly enticing breasts to squeeze gently together, accentuating their subtle curves even further. Her gaze was expectant, hopeful, almost pleading for my approval as she asked softly, "So, Haru… do you think I'm pretty?"
The faint uncertainty in her voice caught me off guard—it was surprisingly vulnerable, coming from someone as powerful and confident as Milim Nava. For a split second, I felt my heart clench with warmth and affection, overwhelmed by how adorable she looked in that moment.
"Pretty?" I echoed, my voice slightly husky with the raw honesty of my desire. "Milim, you're not just pretty—you're fucking gorgeous."
Milim's eyes widened joyfully, her entire expression lighting up brightly as she practically radiated happiness at my blunt praise. A cute little noise escaped her lips, something between a delighted squeal and an excited laugh. "Ehehehe! Yay!" she cheered happily, bouncing slightly on her toes, causing those mesmerizing breasts of hers to jiggle subtly again. "I'm glad Haru thinks I'm gorgeous! That makes me super happy!"
Before I could reply further, Milim reached eagerly toward my chest. Without bothering with subtlety, her small fingers grabbed hold of my shirt and ripped it off my torso in one swift motion, sending fabric fluttering carelessly across the room.
I chuckled, amused but unsurprised by her enthusiastic impatience, as she instantly took the opportunity to openly ogle my now-exposed chest and abs, her blue eyes growing large with excitement and approval.
"Ooh!" she murmured appreciatively, biting her bottom lip gently as her gaze roamed hungrily across my muscular chest, sculpted abs, and broad shoulders. Her voice became an enticing purr, dripping with obvious appreciation. "Wow, Haru! Your body is amazing! I could stare at you all day!"
I felt my ten golden tails sway restlessly behind me, betraying the powerful rush of arousal coursing thickly through my veins.
Milim noticed immediately, a teasing smirk spreading across her face as she reached forward to trail one delicate fingertip playfully down the ridges of my muscular abdomen, pausing at the waistband of my pants. My cock instantly hardened even further, throbbing urgently beneath the confining fabric, straining so aggressively against my pants that for a moment I genuinely worried it might actually rip straight through.
I took a slow, steadying breath and stared down at her. Even standing upright, she was so petite compared to me that I still towered easily over her body, forcing her to tilt her chin adorably upward to maintain our heated eye contact.
She gazed up at me through half-lidded eyes. Her fingers moved slowly downward, hooking suggestively into the waistband of her tight, revealing shorts. She began sliding them leisurely down her perfectly toned legs, inch by tantalizing inch, deliberately drawing out the reveal until I felt my breathing become ragged and uneven. She watched my reaction closely, clearly enjoying every second of my impatient anticipation.
Finally, her shorts dropped freely around her ankles, leaving her standing there completely bare from the waist down, without even the slightest hint of panties underneath. My eyes immediately fell to the enticing sight now openly exposed before me, drinking in every vividly clear detail.
My heightened senses sharpened dramatically, flooding my nostrils with her intoxicating scent—an irresistible blend of delicate sweetness and unmistakably feminine musk that sent molten-hot desire surging straight to my already painfully throbbing cock. I swallowed thickly, feeling my mouth grow dry as my gaze locked shamelessly onto her exposed pussy.
She had a beautifully neat, soft patch of pale-pink pubic hair—just the slightest, most adorable tuft—that perfectly matched the bubblegum shade of the long, silky hair atop her head. Beneath that delicate patch of pink fuzz was her pretty little slit, already visibly wet and glistening invitingly with arousal, nestled enticingly between her smooth, pale thighs. I could clearly see every intimate detail—her soft outer lips were flushed a delicate shade of pinkish-red, parted ever-so-slightly to reveal glimpses of her inner folds.
Her entire body practically screamed out its readiness, urging me eagerly forward to explore every enticing inch of her soft, flawless skin.
"Do you like what you see, Haru?" Milim asked teasingly, sliding her thighs slightly apart to give me an even more tantalizing view of her glistening pussy. Her voice was soft, breathy, and full of deliberate temptation as she giggled gently, clearly savoring my obvious reaction. "I've been waiting so long to show you this. You're the only person I've ever wanted like this. No one else has ever touched me before. I heard from some of the other girls that guys get excited when they hear that…"
Those words hit me even harder, pushing me right to the edge of self-control. My cock pulsed violently beneath the oppressive tightness of my pants, urgently demanding release. There was no more holding back—this was going to happen, and it was going to happen right now.
Milim let out a delighted little squeak of surprise as I scooped her effortlessly up into my arms, carrying her bridal-style toward the room beside us. Her arms instantly wrapped around my neck, her fingers threading affectionately through my hair as she pressed her flushed face against my bare chest, planting gentle, playful kisses across my skin. Her lips felt soft and warm, each sweet kiss sending pleasurable sparks dancing straight down my spine, driving my excitement higher with every step I took toward the bed waiting for us.
This guest room—set aside especially for Milim whenever she visited Rimuru—was surprisingly neat, despite the fact I seriously doubted Milim ever bothered using it regularly. The bed itself looked especially inviting. Large, soft, and covered in plush sheets that had probably been sitting there untouched for months.
Not that it mattered right now, tonight, it was finally going to be put to very good use.
I placed Milim carefully down onto the mattress, letting her petite, gorgeous body sink gently into the softness beneath her. She gazed up at me with wide, sky-blue eyes, filled with unmistakable anticipation and desire. Her pale cheeks flushed a deep pink hue, lips parted slightly in awe as I began tugging my own pants impatiently downward.
The moment my pants fell past my waist, my cock sprang fully erect, practically throbbing from how turned-on I already was. Milim's eyes instantly locked onto my length—staring at it openly, her jaw dropping slightly as she gaped up at me. Her adorable expression shifted swiftly into a mixture of surprise, excitement, and just a hint of adorable nervousness.
"Oh—wow!" Milim gasped out loud, eyes practically sparkling with curiosity and excitement as her blush darkened further. "It—it really is big!" She sounded genuinely amazed, almost awestruck, biting down on her bottom lip cutely. "The other girls definitely weren't lying, huh?"
I chuckled softly, honestly enjoying the blatant admiration in her voice. "Nope, they weren't lying," I replied teasingly, enjoying the sight of Milim squirming adorably beneath my gaze. "You gonna be okay with this, Milim?"
She blinked rapidly at my playful teasing, pouting slightly as if offended by my question, but her eyes betrayed just how excited she truly was. "Hey! Of course I'll be okay!" Milim declared defiantly, folding her delicate arms briefly beneath her petite breasts, unintentionally accentuating them even more. "I'm super strong, you know! I can definitely handle anything you throw at me!"
As adorable as her playful bravado was, this really was her first time. I wasn't about to rush things carelessly, especially not with someone as important to me as Milim.
My newly awakened Demon Lord instincts surged relentlessly inside me, strongly urging me to immediately take her, mate with her, claim her fully as my own. But I reined those powerful urges firmly back, determined to make sure Milim enjoyed every single moment of her first experience to the absolute fullest.
Slowly and deliberately, I reached down and placed my hands gently yet firmly onto Milim's knees. Her eyes widened briefly again, a faint, adorable squeak escaping her parted lips as I carefully spread her legs open, exposing her completely to my hungry gaze. Her inner thighs were incredibly smooth, porcelain-pale skin practically begging for my touch as I moved myself steadily forward onto the mattress.
"Eh? H-Haru…?" she asked nervously, voice barely above a whisper as she stared down at me, her breathing rapid and uneven from excitement. Her slender legs quivered lightly beneath my hands, clearly anticipating what came next.
"Relax, Milim," I reassured her calmly, smiling warmly to ease her sudden tension. "Just trust me. I want you to enjoy this, alright?"
She nodded quickly, visibly relaxing at my words as her gentle smile returned, clearly relieved by my reassurance. Her legs spread even wider, offering herself fully to me, granting me the intimate access I desired.
I slowly moved my face downward, positioning myself directly between Milim's pale, delicate thighs. My heart pounded furiously in anticipation, my instincts roaring with approval as her intoxicating feminine scent completely flooded my senses. My golden eyes locked greedily onto her glistening, inviting pussy—pink, perfectly smooth, and already visibly wet with her obvious arousal.
Milim's breathing hitched noticeably as I carefully reached forward, gently tracing one thumb slowly upward along the silky folds of her pussy until my thumb gently brushed against her sensitive little clit. Milim gasped sharply, hips immediately jerking upward toward my touch, her body reacting instinctively to the pleasure I was offering her.
"Haru!" Milim squeaked out breathlessly, fingers gripping tightly into the sheets beneath her as I continued rubbing slow, firm circles against her stiffening nub. Her voice trembled with raw excitement and wonder. "That feels really good…"
Her innocent yet openly lustful reaction urged me onward even further. Leaning closer, I extended my tongue deliberately, dragging it slowly upward along her slick entrance. The taste was amazing—warm, sweet, and distinctly Milim. Her soft pussy lips quivered beneath my tongue, her thighs squeezing around my head involuntarily as she moaned loudly in response.
"Oh—oh gods, Haru! Y-Your tongue!" Milim's voice trembled openly now, growing louder and increasingly desperate with every movement I made. "It feels—amazing!"
I gripped Milim's thighs more firmly, spreading them wider apart and holding her steady as I leaned fully into her deliciously slick pussy. Her taste was intoxicatingly sweet and wonderfully addictive, driving me to eagerly lap up every last drop of her wetness as it coated my tongue and lips.
My newly awakened Demon Lord instincts surged wildly within me, urging me to claim every intimate inch of Milim's sensitive body completely, savoring her in every possible way.
"H-Haru!" Milim gasped breathlessly, her slender fingers tangling deeply into my hair, gripping tightly as if afraid I'd pull away. Her petite, powerful body shuddered helplessly beneath the insistent attention of my lips and tongue, every muscle quivering and squirming as if electrified by overwhelming sensations. "Your mouth—it feels… incredible!"
I responded immediately by sliding my tongue slowly upward once more, deliberately swirling it firmly around the delicate hood of her sensitive clit, teasing the swollen nub directly with purposeful, lingering licks. Her thighs involuntarily tightened around my head in response, her hips thrusting upward desperately, grinding her dripping pussy eagerly against my mouth as she urgently chased after even greater pleasure.
"Mmm—oh yes!" Milim moaned shamelessly, her voice high-pitched and filled with pure ecstasy. Her hips continued rolling rhythmically upward, instinctively guiding my hungry mouth exactly where she craved it most. "Just like that—Haru!"
I certainly wasn't planning to. Her urgent, open pleas pushed my own arousal even higher, causing my throbbing erection to ache almost painfully from sheer, relentless need. But right now, my sole focus remained squarely on pleasuring Milim as thoroughly and completely as possible.
I wanted her to experience absolute bliss, wanted her to lose herself entirely beneath my dedicated attention, and above all, I wanted her to know exactly how much I desired every single inch of her beautiful, slender, and powerful body.
My tongue returned eagerly to her soaked entrance, exploring deeper, probing slowly and steadily inside her tight channel, savoring the incredible sensation of her soft inner walls gripping hungrily around the intrusion of my tongue. Milim's entire body practically convulsed beneath my firm grip, her back arching sharply upward off the bed, fingers clawing desperately into the sheets as she gasped for breath.
"Ohhh—Haru, your tongue's inside me!" she cried out loudly, sounding genuinely astonished and utterly thrilled by the discovery. Her slender thighs squeezed even tighter around my head as her hips bucked wildly, grinding her wet pussy shamelessly against my mouth, clearly wanting to feel even more of the incredible sensation. "It feels so good! I—I didn't know it could feel like this! M-more, please!"
Her innocent yet intensely aroused reaction spurred me onward, fueling my determination to push her pleasure even further. My mouth pressed firmly against her pussy, tongue thrusting rhythmically inside her slick, tight passage as I hungrily drank in every sweet drop of her arousal. My hands gently but firmly held her thighs apart, ensuring she remained fully exposed and vulnerable beneath my devoted attentions.
Milim continued writhing helplessly against the bed, her petite, curvy body completely surrendering itself to me as I thoroughly claimed every sensitive inch between her trembling thighs. Her voice grew louder and more frantic with each passing moment, gradually devolving into a constant stream of desperate, gasping moans punctuated occasionally by wordless, breathless pleas.
"Haru—ahh, gods—Haru!" Milim's voice cracked slightly, trembling as her pleasure rapidly approached its overwhelming peak. Her entire body shuddered violently beneath me, thighs quivering uncontrollably around my head as her fingers tightened even more urgently in my hair. "I—I think I'm—! Oh—Oh gods!"
I felt her inner walls suddenly clamp down tightly around my thrusting tongue, her muscles contracting wildly as she abruptly reached her explosive climax. A rush of fresh wetness flooded my mouth, and I eagerly lapped up every sweet drop of her orgasmic juices, savoring the incredible taste of her release.
Milim screamed my name loudly as waves of pure ecstasy washed over her body, hips jerking helplessly against my mouth as she rode out every overwhelming second of her climax.
Finally, after a minute, Milim's trembling body gradually relaxed, collapsing limply onto the bed beneath her as she gasped weakly for breath. Her blue eyes stared upward at the ceiling, dazed and unfocused, her slender chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her shallow breaths.
I lifted my head from between her thighs, smiling warmly down at her flushed, utterly satisfied expression, wiping my lips casually with the back of my hand. "Enjoyed that, huh, Milim?" I asked teasingly, clearly pleased with myself.
She blinked slowly, still clearly struggling to recover from the intense sensations. Then, after several seconds of silence, a bright, blissful smile suddenly spread wide across her adorable, flushed face.
"Ohhh… Haru…" she sighed dreamily, her voice soft and filled with genuine wonder. "That… was amazing…"
– Milim –
Milim barely had a few seconds to recover from the intense orgasm she'd just experienced. Her skin was still trembling and quivering, twitching uncontrollably from the lingering aftershocks of pleasure as her vision gradually refocused. Her flushed cheeks were still burning hot, chest heaving as she gasped in shallow, shaky breaths.
Before she could fully process the sensations she'd just experienced, Haru moved confidently onto the bed above her, the mattress dipping noticeably beneath the weight of his powerful, muscular frame. Milim's eyes immediately widened in anticipation, her breath hitching sharply once again as she gazed up at his broad, sculpted chest and defined abdominal muscles.
He was so incredibly handsome—flawlessly masculine, with those piercing golden eyes shining down upon her possessively, filled with an intense and openly hungry desire that sent molten heat pooling even deeper between her slender thighs.
His face hovered mere inches above hers now, a faint, affectionate smirk tugging confidently at the corner of his lips as he took in the adorably awed expression on Milim's flushed, pleasure-drunk face.
She swallowed thickly, her mouth suddenly feeling impossibly dry as she felt something large and incredibly hot press insistently against her slick, sensitive pussy.
Milim's gaze snapped downward instinctively, heart hammering wildly inside her ribcage as she caught sight of his thick, impressively large cock poised directly at her virgin entrance! Her earlier playful bravado suddenly seemed to desert her, replaced instead with genuine, breathless awe—and perhaps just the slightest touch of nervousness.
"It's… it's really happening now, huh?" Milim whispered softly, her wide sky-blue eyes flicking nervously yet excitedly back upward to meet Haru's intense, heated gaze.
Haru simply smiled warmly down at her, the affection in his expression unmistakable as one strong hand reached up slowly, gently cupping her flushed cheek and caressing her delicate jawline with his thumb. "Yeah, it is," he confirmed bluntly yet softly, his deep voice filled with open tenderness as he leaned even closer. "Are you ready for this, Milim?"
She nodded rapidly, her nervousness instantly fading as she smiled up at him eagerly once again, bright blue eyes shining brightly with renewed excitement and determination. "Yes, Haru! I'm ready!" she declared with cheerful enthusiasm, spreading her thighs wider apart, welcoming him fully between her slender legs. "I want to feel all of you inside me!"
His golden eyes darkened noticeably at her bold, passionate words as he slowly but steadily pushed his hips forward.
Milim instantly gasped sharply as she felt the broad, hot tip of his cock pressing firmly against the soaked folds of her sensitive pussy, gradually spreading her soft pink lips wide open to accommodate his girth. Her breath caught again, this time in a sharp hiss of slight discomfort mixed heavily with excitement, as her tight, inexperienced entrance stretched slowly to accept Haru's massive length.
"Ohhh—!" Milim moaned loudly, eyes squeezing tightly shut at the unfamiliar yet thrilling sensation of being stretched open so widely for the very first time. The blunt pressure increased relentlessly as inch by slow, steady inch, Haru slid deeper and deeper into her incredibly tight channel, filling her completely and claiming her untouched depths as his own.
Above her, Haru let out a deep, rumbling sigh of sheer blissful pleasure, his golden fox tails fanning out impressively behind him, betraying the raw intensity of his satisfaction. Milim forced her eyes open once more, gazing upward again at Haru's captivating face hovering just above hers. His expression was openly ecstatic, clearly savoring every tight, slick inch of her pussy gripping firmly around his shaft, squeezing his invading cock so tightly he looked momentarily stunned by how incredible it felt.
At long last, Haru's powerful hips pressed firmly against Milim's smaller ones, their bodies finally fully joined.
For several long, blissful seconds, neither moved—both simply savoring the exquisite, overwhelming sensation of being connected so intimately for the very first time. Milim's petite yet deceptively strong thighs tightened instinctively around Haru's waist, locking her ankles possessively at his lower back—right under his floofy tails—holding him deep within her as she adjusted slowly to the incredible fullness of being stretched so completely.
She exhaled shakily, marveling at how incredibly right it felt—how perfectly her tight, wet pussy molded around every inch of Haru's cock, like they were always meant to fit together exactly like this. Any lingering discomfort had already vanished, replaced entirely by an intense, desperate need for more of the unbelievable pleasure Haru was now giving her.
"Gods, Milim, you're so tight," Haru growled softly above her, his golden eyes burning with overwhelming lust and affection as he gazed possessively into her flushed, awed face. His strong, muscular arms moved forward, planting firmly on either side of Milim's pretty pink head, allowing him to steady himself comfortably above her petite body.
Then, slowly and carefully, Haru pulled his hips backward, his long, thick cock sliding almost all the way out of Milim's soaked entrance, leaving only his broad tip still nestled teasingly within her tight channel. Milim whimpered desperately at the sudden loss of his filling presence, her hips instinctively jerking upward toward him, silently begging him to return fully inside her.
Thankfully, Haru wasted no time granting her silent plea!
With a deep, rumbling grunt, he drove himself firmly and steadily forward again, sinking completely into her once more in a single, powerful stroke. Milim cried out loudly at the intense surge of raw pleasure that suddenly exploded deep within her, her slender fingers digging tightly into Haru's muscular back, holding him desperately close.
"Haru! Yes—oh gods!" Milim gasped loudly, her voice trembling and shaking uncontrollably with sheer blissful delight as Haru began moving steadily above her. His hips began thrusting rhythmically, driving his thick, pulsing cock slowly yet powerfully in and out of Milim's incredibly tight, hot pussy, gradually building both of their pleasure higher and higher.
The mattress beneath them creaked loudly in protest, the entire bed frame trembling noticeably from the sheer force of each powerful thrust of Haru's muscular hips. Milim hardly noticed, though—her mind was already rapidly spiraling into utter bliss, completely consumed by the electrifying sensations of Haru repeatedly bottoming out deep within her tight, needy pussy.
Her legs tightened around his waist even more desperately, encouraging Haru to move faster, harder, deeper inside her. Milim's voice rose steadily higher in pitch with every powerful thrust of Haru's cock, openly moaning and gasping his name in shameless pleasure, completely losing herself to this overwhelming, wonderful new experience.
'So this is sex…?' Milim thought hazily, eyes fluttering half-shut from sheer euphoria, her entire body quivering uncontrollably beneath Haru's dominant, rhythmic movements.
– Jane Shepard –
Jane Shepard walked slowly through the Jura monster village, which was currently in the midst of one hell of a lively, boisterous celebration. Everywhere she looked, there was music, laughter, dancing, and enough alcohol flowing to drown half a galaxy.
Shepard smiled faintly, feeling genuinely happy for these monsters who'd just experienced the impossible—mass resurrection.
After everything they'd suffered, they absolutely deserved to party hard.
War was hell after all, especially an unexpected invasion.
Strolling leisurely alongside Shepard was Cortana, the stunning, luminous blue high-spirit—formerly an AI, now transformed into something far more human and undeniably alluring. Cortana, wasn't naked though, she had been lent a surprisingly provocative outfit by one of the village's female Oni. The borrowed attire consisted of a skimpy, form-fitting kimono that hugged Cortana's perfectly curved, hourglass figure so tightly Shepard honestly wondered how the fabric hadn't burst wide open already.
Especially around Cortana's chest—holy hell, those tits were practically defying physics. The high spirit's massive, round breasts strained enticingly against the thin fabric, bouncing slightly with every step she took. Shepard couldn't help noticing—despite trying her best not to—that Cortana's bust was nearly as ridiculously large as that purple-haired Oni girl, Shion, whose breasts were legendary among the villagers.
Jane Shepard definitely wasn't jealous.
Okay, maybe she was a little jealous. Just a bit. A tiny, totally understandable bit jealous, because seriously—how did someone go from being a holographic AI to looking like a porn-star pin-up model overnight? It hardly seemed fair. Shepard frowned slightly, unconsciously glancing downward toward her own chest, which—even through her skintight N7 armor—suddenly felt disappointingly modest by comparison.
"Enjoying the view, Shepard?" Cortana asked playfully, a teasing smirk tugging at her bright blue lips. She'd clearly caught Shepard's brief, jealous look, and apparently decided to have a bit of fun with it.
Shepard scoffed quietly, shaking her head with mock indignation. "I wasn't staring, Cortana," she lied bluntly, crossing her arms stubbornly over her own smaller chest. "Just appreciating how well you're adjusting to having flesh and bones, that's all."
Cortana laughed brightly, clearly unconvinced by Shepard's flimsy excuse. "Oh please, Shepard—after all the comments you and Alice made today?" she teased further, gently bumping Shepard's hip with her own in a playful gesture of friendship. Her sapphire eyes sparkled mischievously, making Shepard reluctantly smile in spite of herself.
"Okay, fine—maybe I was staring a little," Shepard admitted openly, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation at her friend. "Seriously though, you really lucked out with that body. Then again, a lot of the girls in this world have very curvy portions I've noticed. You think the gods of this world are all secretly perverts…?" she asked playfully.
Cortana smirked even wider, clearly pleased by the unintended compliment. "I suppose it's going to take some getting used to knowing gods are actually a real thing. And maybe? The Chief seems to be having fun at least, he even took his helmet off to celebrate with everyone which is incredibly rare! He's even drinking alcohol too! I always have wanted him to learn to loosen up more."
Mentioning Master Chief made Shepard glance behind them briefly, toward the crowd gathered around a makeshift bar. The chief was there, towering over a cluster of enthusiastic female Oni and hob-goblins who were practically throwing themselves at him. The Spartan, normally stoic and unreadable when his helmet was one, was actually looking slightly overwhelmed by all the sultry attention he was getting from the village girls.
Shepard snorted softly, shaking her head in mild amusement.
Cortana clearly noticed too, because she chuckled knowingly, "Looks like Chief is finally gonna get a proper reward for all his heroic deeds. Good for him! I swear, it's been forever since he's been anywhere near females this eager. Those hob-goblins seem pretty damn determined. I wouldn't be surprised if he gets dragged into a bedroom before the night is over."
Shepard laughed quietly, easily picturing Chief awkwardly navigating some monster-girl's aggressive sexual advances. Honestly, she kind of hoped he did loosen up and finally get laid. God knew he needed to relieve some tension after everything they'd been through today.
From all the fighting in Japan—and then evolving in this world, and fighting some more! She and the Chief had stumbled upon Souei and Hakurou when they were confronting some of the "heroes" that had attacked the village. They teamed up together and were able to put those arrogant fools down permanently. Shepard was a bit hesitant at first because those heroes were summoned teens, probably from Haru's world, but their minds were so twisted and they had so much blood on their hands, they were doing the multiverse a favor.
And now, Shepard wanted to celebrate tonight as well—and specifically, she wanted to celebrate properly with Haru!
Shepard wondered idly if someone else might be interested in joining their little celebration tonight. She cast a curious sideways glance toward her—ally? New friend?
Shepard's lips twitched upward into a subtle, knowing smirk as she observed.
As they walked, Cortana was visibly distracted, her luminous blue thighs shifting together gently and rhythmically beneath the skimpy borrowed kimono, rubbing softly against each other with every subtle step she took. Shepard easily noticed the slight hitch in Cortana's breathing each time her silky-soft inner thighs brushed together. It was painfully clear Cortana was still not used to experiencing physical sensations—in her incredibly sensitive new body.
Damn, even walking was turning her on still…
Shepard chuckled as they kept going.
Eventually, Shepard and Cortana arrived at the bustling, crowded heart of the celebration. Everywhere they looked, monsters of every imaginable shape, size, and species danced, feasted, and celebrated exuberantly, utterly delighted by their second chance at life.
But in the very center of all this chaos and revelry, Shepard's gaze quickly zeroed in on Rimuru Tempest himself, the newly minted Demon Lord—along with Haru of course.
Rimuru was lying contentedly on his back, cushioned comfortably upon the soft, plush thighs of the busty purple-haired oni, Shion. The massive, perfectly rounded breasts of the beautiful oni woman hung prominently above Rimuru's head, practically obscuring his view of anything else as Shion carefully stroked her delicate fingers through his silvery-blue hair with gentle devotion.
Noticing their approach, Shion glanced up toward Shepard and Cortana, offering them a respectful nod. Despite her fierce reputation as Rimuru's powerful personal attendant and bodyguard, right now she appeared more like a lovestruck girl, openly fawning and doting upon her Demon Lord with devoted affection.
Rimuru's eyes slowly opened when he sensed their presence, bright golden orbs settling calmly upon Shepard and Cortana. A subtle but distinctly powerful aura emanated from him, sending a brief involuntary shiver down Shepard's spine.
Shepard wondered if that shiver was simply her newly awakened hero instincts sensing a Demon Lord's power and subconsciously preparing for conflict. But the sensation swiftly passed as she reminded herself firmly that Rimuru was not an enemy.
Far from it. He was Haru's close friend and trusted ally.
Rimuru noticed Shepard's brief moment of unease, his golden eyes softening slightly, filled with gentle amusement rather than hostility.
Shepard cleared her throat casually, smiling faintly at Rimuru and Shion as she stepped forward. "Sorry for interrupting your relaxation, Rimuru," Shepard said bluntly, chuckling softly as she gestured to the incredibly comfortable-looking position he occupied on Shion's thighs. "But have you seen Haru around recently? Cortana and I were hoping to find him and… properly celebrate tonight's victories."
At Shepard's deliberately suggestive phrasing, Shion giggled knowingly behind one hand, eyes sparkling with clear amusement. Rimuru's lips quirked upward slightly as well, catching Shepard's obvious intent. "Celebrate, huh?" Rimuru repeated teasingly, raising one delicate eyebrow in playful curiosity. "Yeah, Haru and Milim were definitely here earlier—right up until I finished resurrecting everyone, in fact. Although—Milim didn't waste much time after that before literally dragging Haru off."
"Dragged him off, huh? Figures…" Shepard replied with mock resignation. Milim liked to do that with Haru a lot. It was a bit of a running joke amongst all of Haru's women. "Do you know exactly where they went? We kinda wanna catch up to them."
Rimuru smiled knowingly, clearly understanding exactly why Shepard wanted to locate Haru. "Milim took him toward that private guesthouse I keep ready for her whenever she visits," Rimuru explained, gesturing toward the far end of the lively village streets. "It's the little secluded place near the edge of town—the one with the cute pink curtains she specifically demanded. You definitely can't miss it."
Shepard laughed softly at that bit of detail, easily picturing Milim Nava—one of the strongest beings in existence—cheerfully insisting on adorably cute pink curtains for her private lodgings. "Got it," Shepard said with an appreciative grin, nodding gratefully toward Rimuru and Shion. "Thanks for the help, Rimuru—we'll head over there right away."
"Of course," Rimuru replied easily, settling back comfortably onto Shion's thighs once again. "Have fun celebrating, Shepard. Something tells me Haru's night is already plenty eventful, though, so you might want to hurry."
Shion laughed cheerfully at that, nodding emphatically in agreement. Shepard smiled wryly at their teasing, shaking her head as she turned away with Cortana beside her. "Yeah, I have no doubt about that," she murmured dryly, unable to suppress the eager anticipation already rising thickly inside her chest.
As they left Rimuru and Shion behind, Shepard glanced sideways toward Cortana once more. Her beautiful blue-skinned friend was still noticeably aroused, breathing unevenly and rubbing her silky thighs together subtly as she walked. Shepard grinned knowingly—clearly, Cortana was looking forward to this celebration just as eagerly.
"You know," Shepard began lightly, leaning closer to Cortana and lowering her voice so only her blue friend could hear. "You're doing a terrible job hiding how turned-on you are right now."
Cortana blushed adorably, her cheeks darkening into a luminous shade of sapphire-blue as she glanced away shyly. "Shut up, Shepard," Cortana muttered in embarrassment, though her full lips curled into a faintly pleased smirk. "I'm not exactly used to… all these physical sensations yet. It's still very overwhelming!"
They arrived outside the small, cozy-looking cottage that Rimuru had described earlier, and Shepard immediately felt her lips curl into a sly, amused smirk as an unmistakably loud, enthusiastic female moan echoed clearly from within the walls.
"Well now…" Shepard murmured with an openly amused chuckle, stopping mid-step as she stared incredulously at the small building in front of her.
It wasn't just the lewd noises spilling out into the otherwise quiet evening air—it was the fact that the entire damn structure seemed to literally tremble rhythmically in sync with Milim's increasingly ecstatic cries of pleasure. The wooden walls shook visibly with each intense thrust or passionate movement going on inside, as though the tiny guesthouse itself was barely holding itself together against the sheer magnitude of whatever energetic fuck-fest was currently happening behind its deceptively innocent pink-curtained windows.
Beside Shepard, Cortana shifted restlessly on her feet, the luminous blush now practically glowing bright blue across her beautiful features. "Um," Cortana began hesitantly, "They, uh, seem very busy right now, Shepard. Maybe we shouldn't—maybe we shouldn't interrupt this after all?"
Shepard turned toward her newly-fleshed companion with an openly playful grin, casually hooking one armored arm around Cortana's delicate waist and tugging the beautiful, blushing spirit-woman possessively closer against her armored side. Shepard relished the slight squeak of surprise Cortana gave out.
"Oh, come on, Cortana," Shepard teased mischievously, her voice dripping with suggestive humor and heated intent as she leaned closer, murmuring directly into Cortana's sensitive blue ear, "Of course we should interrupt them. Hell, maybe we should even ask politely if we can join in. Don't you want to finally experience your new body properly? You have a whole bunch of parts that are just begging to be broken in tonight, right?"
Cortana immediately shivered visibly within Shepard's grip, the blush across her face rapidly darkening into a deeper, more intensely luminous shade of blue. Shepard could literally feel Cortana's breathing speed up noticeably at the suggestion.
"I—I suppose," Cortana stammered out softly, eyes wide and visibly excited despite her nervousness, clearly struggling to keep her voice steady as she unconsciously pressed herself even closer against Shepard's armor.
Another loud, uninhibited cry of pleasure suddenly echoed from within the cottage. Shepard's gaze snapped forward instinctively, just in time to hear Milim's high-pitched, breathless voice loudly screaming.
"Oh gods, Haru! YES! YES—I'm CUMMING!"
The cottage abruptly shuddered even more violently, the rhythmic trembling reaching a sudden, alarmingly powerful crescendo!
Shepard instinctively reacted, throwing her arms protectively in front of Cortana and manifesting a shimmering blue biotic barrier mere fractions of a second before the entire structure literally exploded outwards with staggering force!
The quaint little guesthouse was instantly obliterated, shards of wood and chunks of stone flying outward in all directions in a chaotic storm of debris. Shepard's biotic barrier held steady, effortlessly deflecting the flying rubble away from herself and Cortana, both of them staring wide-eyed at the catastrophic scene unfolding right in front of them.
A blur of motion caught Shepard's attention just before something heavy slammed bodily against her shimmering barrier with a loud, awkward thump.
Blinking in stunned disbelief, Shepard dropped her shield—letting the figure slide limply down and flop comically onto the ground right at her feet. Shepard stared incredulously down at the body sprawled on the grass before her and immediately felt a wicked grin spreading wide across her face.
Haru lay stunned on his back, naked as the day he was born, his lean, muscular body glistening visibly in the moonlight with sweat and unmistakably streaked with fresh, sticky traces of fluids clearly left behind from his recent enthusiastic activities.
Shepard's eyes lingered shamelessly, openly drinking in the impressive sight of his perfectly sculpted abs, broad chest, powerful arms—and of course, the thick, semi-hard cock currently flopping somewhat comically across his muscular thigh.
"Ow," Haru finally muttered vaguely from the ground, his eyes dazed and unfocused, staring straight up at the night sky above with an expression that was more of surprised confusion than actual pain. It looked more like he'd been caught off guard than genuinely injured. "That… definitely wasn't what I was expecting to happen…"
Next to Shepard, Cortana openly gasped out loud in shocked amazement at the blatantly exposed sight of Haru's nude body sprawled right in front of her.
Before Shepard could say anything, another movement drew their attention sharply back toward the smoldering wreckage of the cottage.
Milim Nava herself stumbled out of the shattered rubble. She was completely naked as well. Milim's face and body were flushed and she was giggling as she stumbled over the rubble.
Shepard's gaze immediately dropped lower, her eyes widening slightly as she openly noticed the unmistakable sticky trails of thick, creamy white cum leaked shamelessly down her trembling inner thighs.
"Wow," Shepard murmured bluntly, raising an eyebrow and staring openly at the absurdly lewd sight before her.
Did Haru seriously just make Milim Nava cum so goddamn hard she literally exploded the house around them by accident?
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