Alpha Realm (OP.MC.|Harem|NSFW)

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 17

Title: Silver-rank Hunter (A+)

SE: 0 | HP: 444

Race: Crimson Were-Dragon

Bonded Souls: Lisa Kadashi, Vanessa Kadashi

"That. Was. So. Hot! Did you see his face when you (Purify) me?" Lisa said as they walked out of the store. To say she was cheerful after that little mischief would be an understatement.

"How does this stupid tent… Hey! I demand compensation!" Vanessa said she saw them walking out of the Guild.

She was trying to set up their new tent—and getting frustrated at it—but as soon as they appeared in her sight, she walked towards Lisa and demanded smooches.

Aizel let them do their thing and used (Telekinesis) to grab the new tent. It was a nice tent; not even Argo’s one was this fancy. It was still subpar in Aizel's mind, but he wanted to slowly increase their living conditions when in the woods.

It was awkward to move around in its folded form, like the top half of a giant umbrella that was taller than Aizel. But it unfolded with ease, and in no time, it was set up. It was heavy enough not to blow with a simple breeze, but they would still need to anchor it to the ground, not that it was much of bother with (Poltergeist).

"Hey! How did you do that!?" Vanessa asked when she managed to pry herself from Lisa.

"(Telekinesis)." Aizel replied plainly with a shrug. "I will tea—"

"No, dummy, how did you manage to open it?" She asked.

"Oh. Just pull the roof up and the legs down at the same time; everything slides into place by itself." Aizel told Vanessa as he explained how to open and close the tent; it closed from the inside with the twist of a metal pin that fell into place when you opened it up.

"Oh…" The ladies replied as he explained.

"Oh! Aizel, here." Lisa said and gave him a bunch of contraceptive scrolls.

"Okay, not to take this the wrong way, but… After your talk about immortal races' conception rates. I thought…" Aizel said, saddened as he looked at both Lisa and Vanessa.

Before Vanessa's change, he would have understood the need for them, but now he was conflicted by Lisa giving him that. It would take them a long time to get any of them pregnant, and to add the scrolls on top of that sent his brain into a blender.

"No, he-he. ~Silly Dragon. I did not buy them. Marlo gave them to me…"

"Oh. Sorry. I think that is his way of saying 'fuck you' to me." He said.

"~Owns. Did you see how sad he got!!" Vanessa said as she jumped into his arms. He gave her a deep hug and got lost in her smell.

— — —

Aizel was carrying their tent and his hammer on his back with the aid of (Poltergeist) and (Telekinesis). As they got close to the northern gate, he remembered that there was a certain stalker on guard duty; a little too late, because said weirdo was heading their way, not even waiting for them to reach him.

"Vanessa!" Mr. Weirdo called.

"Oh, hey Mar, do you need something?"

"W—What… happened to you? You look stunning," Mar-something said.

"Oh, right, yeah. Thanks!" She said happily. "It’s weird getting used to it, but I’m managing. And, as to what happened to me, well, that is hard to explain. It happened after Aizel and I did the (Bind) and—"

"You what!"

The little man had earned himself some brownie points after calling Vanessa 'stunning.' Aizel had to agree with him; the masochistic slut was an equal to Lisa now. So his stalker points were reducing.

But then the idiot had to put his hand on the dagger at his hip, and lose said brownie points.

"Easy there, little buddy. Let’s not turn you into Orc bait this early in the day," Aizel said as he restrained his hands with poltergeist. Compared to trying to restrain a goblin—which was similar to trying to hold a chimp on crack—this was not unlike trying not to hurt his little nephew while holding his hands.

"V-V Vanessa! Do something!" Stalker-man exclaimed.

'Is he really asking Her to help him, after trying to play knight!?'

"Do what? He’s just missing the tags right now, but you just threatened your superior hunter, he's high silver, and now, you have given him a reason to mounting your ass in front of everyone." Vanessa said, not referring to Aizel; take the man in the middle of the street; she just wanted to make a point. 'I hope…'

"I will release you now, bud. If you go goblin on me, I will treat you as one. Is not murder if it is self-defense, and with a fair warning." Aizel said as he released the man.

Stalker-man had the common sense not to get himself killed—as it was not an empty threat—but he could not let go of the subject known as Redangelificated Vanessa. Even without her wings materialized. But he could see her angelic, scar-less face and ruby eyes and new red freckles.

'Though I doubt he can see the red aura coming from the freckles.'

"Still, I need to know…"

"Why? I owe you no explanation. We were just fellow hunters, not even sharing a party once. So we will go now. By the way, there will be an extermination quest posted in the following days; I suggest you enlist, so you can get out of standing like a statue all day. It will probably have great pay too."

Vanessa showed a lot of heart by telling him early about that quest. Because if what Aizel was implying had any truth behind it. The prices for hunter gear and provisions would rise after its announcement.

They kept walking, and once they reached the gate, Aizel just nodded at the other man posted there. They were all wearing their tags, so they were just hunters doing side-gigs and not permanent guards.

— — —

"So, what now?" Lisa asked as they landed on a clearing in the wilds north of Redvelia.

Aizel had been carrying his hammer 'Gokira', their new tent, so he was a little winded. "Give me a sec."

"I'm actually impressed that it took you this long to show some signs of exhaustion. You've been carrying that hammer around—" Lisa began talking.

"Gokira." Aizel corrected amid pants.

"—And the tent. With (Poltergeist) and (Telekinesis) active, and flew with everything?"

"So. Now I want to try and get this redhead at least (Focus), and we will build her skill set from there." Aizel explained.

"How are you planning on doing that? It took me many winters of training to get that skill." Lisa asked with genuine curiosity.

"Yeah, every once in a while, the Hunter Guild hires instructors, and people pay good silver just for the chance to get that skill. And even with an instructor, only one or two usually manage to do it, if any," Vanessa added.

"Hmm, how did you get it, Lis?" Aizel asked.

"My dad trained me personally, both in hand-to-hand and with weapons. I got it during my weapons arts class. But only after a few winters of training before I joined the temple because of my soul energy problem—and even then—my dad said that I got it pretty fast. And he was not being nice. It took him and one of my older brothers three times that." Lisa explained.

"Yeah, that's not even close to what I have in mind…" Aizel said.

"What… are you planning? I am even afraid to ask…" Vanessa said.

"You are going to love it. But Lis is going to hate it. I think it's got something to do with adrenaline." Aizel said, surprised that the word was inside his Geas vocabulary.

"What's adrenaline?" Asked Vanessa.

"It's a burning feeling in your body and veins when you are overstimulated. As when you are fighting, or in danger. Also, you could probably feel it if you are doing something risky, like gliding in the sky," Aizel explained.

"I know the feeling… But why did I not get the skill before when I was gliding around? And Nessa had been flying for a day now, and she hasn't gained it." Lisa asked.

"Hmm… When you compare it to how you fly now, especially close to the ground, was it ever so… exciting or accelerating? From what you've told me, you only did it from places where landing was practically guaranteed."

"It does feel more… dangerous and exciting now. How did you gain (Focus)?"

"The idiot who teleported me, or whatever, threw me from so high up in the sky that I've not even flown that high since then, and you have seen me fly high. Then I acquired it when I was about to hit the ground."

"You are, Not. Throwing Nessa from the sky with her wings tied down." Lisa said in a serious tone.

"No—no… You misunderstand me. There's no need for her to be in danger. I just need to trick her body into thinking she's going to die… It's a little sad, actually. I think there might be some people who acquire the skill just before they do, and do not manage to make it out."

"..."

"So. Are you ready?"

"For you to try and kill me?" Vanessa asked. Scared but also excited.

"I will not. Put you in danger." Aizel said and looked at Lisa

"True."

"But your body does not know the difference; it's like— Do you trust me?" Aizel asked.

"With my soul." She replied, and Aizel shared a knowing look with Lisa.

"Then climb aboard and don't use your wings."

Vanessa jumped on him; she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. "Mhm~" She added a kiss because she could. And they slowly rose in the air with his (Telekinesis). After they were higher up, he added (Infuse) to move the air around his largest wing manifestation.

"Let's try it without (Fire Howl) first." He said.

Lisa had also come with them, hovering nearby. She was better than him at hovering even without (Telekinesis). Aizel attributed it to her feathers. Since Vanessa's were the same. She would probably only need a couple of days to reach that level.

Aizel started to pick up speed by descending at an angle. The tanned angel started giggling because he was actively trying to scare her by slowly going faster and faster. He even got close to the ground at very high speeds. The problem was that the Kizukami was a thrill-seeking masochist, as proven by their first night together.

"Okay, this is not working"

"She trusts you too much…" Lisa said.

"Okay, the hard way it is then. One rule, Nessa: you will not be able to hear me. If you do get the skill, pinch me or bite me to get my attention. I will also use (Barrier) on your eyes and ears. Under no circumstances materialize your wings; they will most likely break, and since you are a blood-mage, it will hurt."

"You are Not, using (Fire Howl)," Lisa said angrily. But it was ignored.

"The skill that made you cry?" Asked Vanessa.

"I got pretty good at it lately." Aizel tried explaining. The fact that the Angel could tell that it was true only worsened things for him.

"How! When!… That's why you took so long when you were scouting alone! I knew you were up to something!" Lisa replied, even angrier.

Aizel reduced the size of his wings to their smallest configuration and began counting. There was no arguing with the Seraphim, only apologizing.

'Thank the Nerd for not giving the Kizukami Truth Sense.'

"On the count of three… One—"

—Ah!!—

Aizel accelerated in an instant, going to his pre-transonic speed in a few seconds. He could have done it faster than that, but (Fire Howl) was hard to control without a passenger, and the G-forces were no joke anyways. After he started to aim for the ground at max speed, she finally bit his neck.

He slowed down and removed the barriers.

"I got it! I got it! Igotit-Igotit-Igotit!"

"Nice. Let's go back before Lisa's heart stops working." He said and redid the barriers before accelerating back.

Lisa did not even say anything and just followed them back to the clearing where they left their stuff.

"I have to admit… You have gotten pretty good at using (Fire Howl). But that does not mean it's not a scary skill. You have told me how you can't hear anything when you use it. Because the wind hurts your ears, and you have to plug them in; from the ground, it is only a weird roaring. But, from up close it was…" Lisa said once they landed.

"And you were only watching… I know he said that he needed to trick my body. But in the end. I did believe that he had lost control. I was even biting him to stop him even before I got the skill. But at the moment it took him to realize that I had enough; the world slowed down, and I got it! Lis I got it!"

"Congratulations… I am a little envious right now…" Lisa got close to her and began to kiss her with passion.

'Fuck! Girls… Training please… My dick…

~Mlm— They broke their kiss and managed to get back to work.

"So… what now?" Asked Lisa.

"She needs to learn how to fight with (Focus), for it to become second nature. But I won't throw her to the goblins until I know that at least she has a basic understanding of her new weapon. I think I will give her the basics, and then you also instruct her in your own spear basics. That would also help me see the differences in our martial training. Because I have trained with spears before. But I don't know how they do it in this world. So it will also be nice to learn from each other, Lis"

"You trained with spears in your realm?" Lisa asked

"With a lot of weapons, actually. I never fought to the death with th—" Aizel began explaining, but suddenly his (Focus), (Pain Resistance), and (Detect) flared in an instant.

His (Focus) was activated at his maximum capacity; it had not happened for a long time. He was frozen in place by his own perception of time. He looked down to locate the source of the pain. A golden spear of solidified golden mana, shrouded in golden lightning, was slowly making its way through him.

The spearhead had already come out of his front and had pierced one of his hearts in the process.

He slowly glanced up; he saw that Vanessa's eyes were also focused on the spear, and Lisa had not even realized what was happening since her mana-based (Focus) was less powerful than the blood-mana powering theirs.

Aizel needed to turn around and face his enemy. The only way to do that was to get rid of the lance. He bet that the skill that the orc shaman had used to disrupt his mana before would probably be handy right now. And he cursed his lack of foresight for not learning it. Since he could spare a moment to hypothesize from memory, in his current situation.

Using (Telekinesis), (Poltergeist) and (Barrier), He pushed himself backwards through the lance, impaling it deeper and faster. At the same time, he began materializing all of his dragon traits. They activated at a snail's pace, but they would be useful eventually.

〔 System Notice: Skill threshold met.

► Basic Passive Skill (Pain Resistance) evolved.

► Advanced Passive Skill (Pain Embrace) acquired. 〕

Contrary to what he expected after seeing that message, the pain did not feel any better; it got worse, much worse. But in exchange, all of his skills got a burst of power; they at least doubled their output, without using double HP.

He pushed through. The spear was now in front of him. Leaving a large hole in his chest the size of the spear's handle. With a red burst from (Restore) he plugged the hole and healed his heart. Just enough for it to work, but left it wounded to use his new evolved skill. He flew backwards and began turning.

'That must be Papa Angel.'

A winged figure in the sky had already thrown another spear in his direction, falling from a high altitude. The spear headed towards where he was at alarming speed. He pushed to the side. His wings had not even materialized a fourth of the way.

Once he was clear of the girls, he pushed (Fire Howl) and began to lower the aura consumption of (Focus). He started accelerating, putting a (Barrier) that slowly formed on his face, for he was pushing his speed to the max.

Aizel's vision closed in, and he only barely kept his consciousness from fading. His wings were halfway formed, and he was also halfway to the man.

— — —

Name: Grand Lord Salmizael

Age: 476 | Level: 387

Title: Adamant-rank Hunter (M+)

SE: 97 | HP: 275 | MP: 10,370

Race: Seraphim Angel

Salmizael had gotten a worrying notice two days ago; somehow, someone had managed to (Bind) his little angel. At first, he thought it was a joke in bad taste, but went to the communications hub in the Duchy Capital anyways. To his surprise and despair, it appeared to be true.

With haste. He paid the Temple of the Moon two and a half Royal Coins. What a commoner would earn in ten winters, but he was an old man, still a child in the eyes of the immortal races, even if he did not feel like one.

As soon as the coins were in their hands, they called all the Priests of the Moon who could use (Teleport) and were available. One of them took the group as far as he could with his mana; the first of the Grand Priests passed out on the spot.

They left the man in a barrier-warded tent on the side of the road and repeated the process three more times, forty winters, then sixty winters of wages, but he did not care. He could earn that amount in a single week if he pushed himself. Finally, he arrived at Redvelia just as the last of the priests that came with them passed out; he went straight into the Hunter's Guild. He interrogated the Hunter master, then the appointed clerk at the joint store, then the guards.

Finally, someone at the north gates with a bone to pick had some information about the supposed were-dragon's whereabouts. He did not care what race this perverted savage was from, if he had but touched a hair on his little angel's head. He would feed him to the goblins. Then he would cast (Restore) on him and repeat the process until he was out of mana, and he had a lot of mana to spare. With a hoard of the highest quality custom MP potions silver could buy inside his rings.

He teleported high into the skies, not caring about the skill high Mind Power cost; his sight was exceptional, and he managed to find the beast in no time, in a clearing in the wilds.

The bastard had a single tent out. And his blood boiled. He teleported close enough, and outside the Were-Dragon's senses, he had hunted wild dragons before; he had hunted Dragon-Born and Dragon-Man sub-humans before. It was time to add a little baby Were-Dragon to his wall, since the runt did not even have horns, his Dragon blood must be weak.

Salmizael materialized a mana spear with his skills and infused his blessing on it. Only a Mithril rank using a charged (Finalize) could even (Disrupt) its construction, and it would consume half or more of their magic pool to do so.

He used (Discharge) and blessed the skill. Golden arcs of lightning started to flow through the spear's body; once it was ready, he threw the spear at the desecrator's mana crystal with the aid of more skills.

His aim was true, and the lance pierced exactly where he wanted.

Before he could even realize that, the explosion that should have followed didn’t. The creature shot back into the air towards him. Two small wings the size of an angel carried him, an immature creature that was not even capable of manifesting the full size of a dragon's wings.

The air around the creature roared in anger, as if it was burning and pushing it towards him. He used (Focus) to have a better shot, but to his credit, the bastard was fast. Salmizael used a charged and blessed (Wind Slice). The air and mana joined into C-shaped golden blades that crossed the distance and severed the creature's baby wings.

A burst of blood flames remade them as soon as they were cut. The creature was coming closer and closer to him; he sent another barrage of golden (Wind Slice), cutting its wings once again. Another burst and they were back. He sent another, and they were back for a third time.

He was pushing his (Telekinesis) skill to the max just to stay in the air a little longer. But the bastard knew how to fly like the masters of old, and moved in the air with ease.

The rapist sent his own red (Wind Slice), severing his own feathered white wings. With a burst of iridescent blue mana, he remade them; then another red (Wind Slice) severed them again, and again, and again. Each time he rematerialized his wings, the animal cut them down, and a large portion of his mana with it. This repeated until the Rapist Dragon was in front of him.

A red lance of manifested red mana pierced his gut, forcing him to overcharge his (Restore), spending even more of his ever-draining mana just to not pass out. Then, the Dragon extended his clawed hand towards his head. The rapist had large horns swept back; his wings were now the size of a fully grown Were-Dragon, and he had red scales all over his limbs and chest; it was never a Baby Dragon.

"Thanks for the wedding gift, Pops. (Poltergeist) Is nice for fucking and all, but (Doppelgänger) is where the real shit's at. And you also added (Wind Slice)!? You really didn't have to!"

The Rapist Were-Dragon was not right in the head; that much was true. He needed to kill him and release Lisa as soon as possible.

He pulled his 'Sword of Resonance' out of his ring. In a single slash, he managed to scratch the Dragon's face and bypass his red-mana (Barrier).

"RwgaA!" The Dragon yelled as he slashed his red face mask.

"Good luck restoring that, dragon newt!" Salmizael said. He would have loved to split the animal's head in half, but the Dragon's (Focus) was somehow stronger than his.

'It's probably that blood-magic gremlin-shit!'

"Sistema Reveladis!!" Salmizael yelled out (System Inspection) in System-Talk.

'What is this? High Gold-Rank brute Health Power... at level 17? Not even two decades old... and... Bonded souls... Lisa... K-Kadashi?'

"I will kill you!" Salmizael roared.

— — —

Name: Lisa Kadashi | Age: 27 | Level: 72

Title: Aizel Kadashi’s Soul Bound

SE: 0 | HP: 115 | MP: 2170

Race: Seraphim Angel

She knew that her father had a few anger issues, so when she begged Aizel to 'shatter her mask' that fateful sunset, she already knew that he would eventually come to Redvelia, or wherever her lover had taken her. But she always imagined a normal duel, like what happened with Vanessa and Vex. Not what was happening.

From out of nowhere, and without warning, a materialized spear of blessed mana, infused with lightning, pierced Aizel's chest. Like the wild man he is, he immediately went on the offensive before the lance even reached the floor in front of him.

The awful and borderline suicidal skill that Aizel loved—for some reason—flared and roared. He had been sneaky enough not to use it with that level of power when she was near, not even when scaring Vanessa into getting her new skill.

He reached her father in no time and started an aerial duel out of a monster king's tale. She had never seen her father go all out, but she had no doubt in her mind that he was actually trying to kill Aizel at that moment.

Aizel, however, was not. Because if he was actually trying to kill her father. There would be a giant hammer with a name that's too similar to a certain receptionist, and a swarm of daggers with purple flames around him, with some red lightning for good measure.

But Aizel was apparently trying out some new skills that she had never seen him use, and knowing him, he had just acquired them after seeing her father use them.

Before She and Nessa could get airborne—and control the crazy angel with a death wish—a loud and dry 'Thump!' shook the ground, sending dust everywhere. The couple, the two most important men in her life, crashed hard in front of them.

Aizel was standing over the angry angel, impaling his chest with a double-pronged red mana-lance construct. That forced his father to drain his mana to stay in the fight; her husband's face and chest were bleeding profusely, but for some unknown reason, he was not healing them.

"~Do you yield?" Her husband growled.

"Never!" Her father roared back.

"Dad, you idiot, he's—" Lisa tried to make herself heard, but her father was not even paying attention to them as he slashed with a short sword and cut the red lance impaling him.

"The fuck's with the discount dildo-blade anyways?" Aizel asked.

Her father shot an overcharged (Mana Bolt) point-blank at Aizel. His split face mask made out of a red (Barrier) took the hit, sending a cloud of red and iridescent mana everywhere. Nothing happened to Aizel, but her father's goal was just to create distance.

"Uh! Fancy, you have no idea how long I've been trying to do that shit; care to do it again? I was not paying attention." Aizel said after the iridescent and red mana dissipated back into being invisible.

"Dad St—"

"Stay behind me, Lis. I got this! I will free you from this Monster!"

"~Hey now... I'm pretty sure that is a slur in this world... And here I was starting to like you, Pops." Aizel teased the enraged man.

Before Lisa could get a word in, her father pulled a new wand from thin air and shot again, not knowing that he was probably just increasing Aizel's already frightening skill arsenal. The man always carried his rings of holding, so it was no surprise to Lisa, but it was to Aizel.

Another overcharged (Mana Bolt) hit an invisible field in front of Aizel with a loud thump! That reveled itself to be an aura—what Aizel called his blood-mana, for some reason—(Barrier), for just a moment before fading back into nothingness.

"That's fancy! Here pops, tell you what, stop your shenanigans, and I will forget about you stabbing me in the back. What ya say?"

Thump!

"Now, that was uncalled-for."

"Die!"

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Her father's wand sizzled from overuse and burned away in an iridescent flame, only visible to some.

"It took me longer than I would like to admit, but it is a really creative use of mana, just, really fucking inefficient, here. Why don't you just add a (Fire Howl) behind it for some 'umpth' and some fireworks?"

Aizel raised his hand. Lisa and Vanessa knew that he was going to do something stupid. So they both materialized their wings to cover each other and jumped out of the way, landing on the floor, protecting each other with their bodies and wings.

A loud whistle was heard. In front of Aizel, a small red ball of aura the size of a tiny mana crystal—like the ones found in small rabbits and deer—manifested and shot at her father. It was much smaller than even a mana bolt, but it looked a hundred times scarier. Her father deflected the small projectile that moved at (Fire Howl) speeds with his sword. Leaving a red trail behind it that shot in an arc over the forest canopy, a moment later, a loud explosion could be heard in the distance.

"Aizel! You could have killed him!" Lisa yelled from the forest floor.

"The fuck are you two doing down there? I knew he would deflect that shit; that fucking sword is a mix of a Vibro and Light—"

Thump!

"I was talking, bitch!" Aizel yelled.

"Grwa!" Her father charged at Aizel.

It was probably for the best. Surprisingly, Aizel's specialty was not pulling skills out of his ass; it was hand-to-hand combat. He had made short work of and humiliated those who had tried to get close to him. First, there was Duncan, and later on, Vex. It was her father's turn.

Aizel pivoted to the side, and her father was sent stumbling behind him. "Really? That's like - the third time someone fell for it."

A red lance stabbed her father in the right leg; he cut it with his sword and pulled it away. He tried to glide away using (Telekinesis), but two red (Wind Slice) cut his escape short. Her father overcharged (Telekinesis) to soften the fall and was immediately met with three blasts of a tamer version of the weird red (Mana Bolt)-like skill.

Then two red lances stabbed him in his legs; he tried to glide away again, and Aizel cut his wings again.

"You really should not have reminded me of that little trick, Pops." Aizel teased. Lisa could see his HP falling with each attack he did through their (Bind), but at this rate, her father would run out of mana long before Aizel hit his critical low HP where he passed out. Especially if her father used his signature skill.

Her father used (Teleport) and appeared behind Aizel. That was his killing move; unfortunately for her father, a blood-mana (Focus) was not something to be taken lightly. Her father was immediately impaled by a forest of long spikes that appeared behind Aizel just after her father appeared behind him. Aizel waited for the man to start accelerating into his 'blind' charge, but you can't sneak behind a Dragon in the open like that.

'He could not have forgotten about a Dragon's electric senses, and Aizel has a blood-mana (Detect) on top of the scary blood-mana (Focus). He was probably hoping to surprise him... but I told him how my father "flies," so he knew about (Teleport)… sorry dad, my bad.'

Finally, the man had stopped moving, and Aizel removed all his skills as her father fell to the ground, overcharging (Restore)—to stay alive.

"Geez, Lis. Your old man is really something. He helped me evolve (Poltergeist) to (Doppelgänger), and (Pain Resistance) to (Pain Embrace). He also taught me how to finally figure out (Spectral Missile), and even threw in (Wind Slice) as a nice bonus… His teaching method was a little unorthodox, but still. Hell of a wedding gift." Aizel said with a straight face. Not realizing how insane he sounded, but she loved that part of him.

"T-True... Pfft Hahaha…"

"I'm… so… Lis." Her father said, finally stopping his little tantrum.

"Take his rings, and use just enough purple (Restore) on him to not die. He must be out of mana now, so we can finally have a civilized discussion after he wakes up," Lisa said. "And…"

— — —

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 17

Title: Silver-rank Hunter (A+)

SE: 0 | HP: 444

Race: Crimson Were-Dragon

Bonded Souls: Lisa Kadashi, Vanessa Kadashi

After finally making Papa Angel go to sleep, Lisa confirmed once again that the depths of her depravity had no end. She asked Aizel to fill her up until she leaked, so her father could smell him leaking out of her as punishment for 'overreacting,' once he regained his senses.

Aizel did not want to do it at first. Out of simple decency. And respect for the man who had taught him so much for free, and especially being the one with a magical dick, capable of producing a specimen as perfect as Lisa.

But the day he said 'no' to them would be the day Lisa and Vanessa had his consent to put him down.

He had used a lot more HP in that fight than he probably needed, but he was not trying to kill the man. The angry angel just kept coming back; he must have some skill that turns pain into pleasure or something, because those were some nasty wounds he did to him during their spar.

Vanessa also asked him to remove his old faint face-scar, and guided him to (Restore) the new one Pops had gifted him with, his weird sword, that bypassed his (Barrier) and broke his new (Doppelgänger) constructs. So it would be just as manly and fearsome as she and Lisa liked, but not enough to be considered deformed or ruin his 'perfect' face. He could not blame them; he had spent a lot of time in the Nerd's mangled new-self thingy creator to have that face.

The 'wedding gifts' were also pretty nice. (Doppelgänger) let him shape his aura to create anything he could visualize, just as he visualized it in his mind. Using (Condensate) and (Poltergeist) to create the constructs. It was the perfect tool for an ex-designer like him.

He was not an engineer or software developer to go into the skill's bones and edit them like a semi-god probably could. Every time, He just fucked them up, so he just stopped trying.

(Wind Slice) was the combination of a (Condensate) blade of aura, shooting it at high speeds with the aid of (Infuse) and (Telekinesis). That little 'Denied!' papa angel did to his wings was also pretty creative. It was the same thing the rapy orc did to him. But since he had never fought a winged opponent, he had forgotten, so it was nice of Pops to remind him of it; it forced the opponent to waste mana to either recreate them or land.

(Spectral Missile) was a special one. It was the evolution of a basic (Spectral Bolt)

to an advanced (Spectral Bullet). Pops did the mana version of the basic skill, but overcharged it to unholy levels of fuck you. By adding (Fire Howl) to the mix, he made it evolve into a nasty complex skill. It used almost the same amount of energy as he would use to supercharge a mana crystal. Just more expensive, it was a pretty HP-demanding skill. Good for making things go boom-boom from time to time.

He still wanted the rifle out of principle. The main advantage is that a rifle could be given to just about anyone, and training someone to achieve what Pops, and now he, could do, probably took years. His pretty ass was over four centuries old, according to Lisa, and most people did not know how to overcharge a skill.

Adamant was his new love; the two tags carried by Pops were made of it; it was like a crystalline iridescent metal. As if you could melt a diamond and infuse a piece of mirror-polished metal with it, it looked like something that could only be created with computer graphics and not found in nature. And according to the girls, it was in fact not found in nature, but made by melting mana crystals on Mithril and giving it the old 'fold the thing until it mixes' treatment.

He was about to ask about Mithril, but Lisa was not having any of it. Thinking about history and the beauty of arcane craftsmanship, while being impaled and constantly filled with cum, was probably not easy.

"You should probably stop now; he will wake up any moment now," Vanessa said.

"You just—want him to… Fill you up! - Don't you?" Lisa managed to say.

"Of course! Now, off him, you slut. My turn!"