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Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 26

Title: Silver-rank Hunter (A+)

SE: 0 | HP: 472

Race: Crimson Were-Dragon

Bonded Souls: Lisa Kadashi, Vanessa Kadashi

「 Morning, of his 23rd day on Geas. 」

"So, the clerk?" Pops asked once they were alone and walking to the south gate.

'Hey, I've never even been to that place. I just saw it from afar.'

"Yeah…" Aizel said in a neutral tone, not knowing how the old man would feel about his affair after binding his daughter.

"You made her sign a contract in case she has a Were-Dragon, right?" Pops said, in a surprisingly chill way that put Aizel at ease.

"Yeah, the girls took care of everything. They are the ones who decide that stuff." Aizel explained, his tone still neutral.

"Good." He said.

"How did you do it?" Aizel said.

"Do what?" Pops asked.

"You barely had any reaction to the sudden assault of her smell when she opened the door. I know it can't escape the front door of that house without it being open at least a little. You only moved your nostrils less than you do when you breathe when the flare of lightning hit your brain."

"…"

"What?" Aizel asked.

"The fact that you managed to see my nostrils even move at all, while catching my brain before I could cut the signal, is… Now, how did you do that?" Pops asked with raised brows.

"It's second nature at this point," Aizel answered with a shrug.

"Well, there's your answer. It comes with time." Pops said with a chuckle and a shrug of his own while shaking his head from side to side.

— — —

Aizel was right. Pops found him a sparring partner just to feel the adrenaline. He had failed to tell Lisa that even if he promised not to teach Pops (Fire Howl), he had already explained to him how it worked.

The saving grace was that it was not easily acquired. He only had an easier time because his knowledge and visualization helped him out, but it was one of those things that was really hard to explain, just because of the amount of stuff they needed to understand beforehand.

Flying was an exception. Because they could just feel the air and go from there, but Lisa was right, (Fire Howl) was fucking dangerous if you did not know what you were doing. And then there was the fact that the only reason he did not become paste the first time he used it was because of how the (Focus) of a blood-mage was much stronger than normal.

So he doubted Pops would even get the skill by himself to begin with. The only one that even had a chance to do it was Vanessa. But that also meant that he needed to tickle the old man's adrenaline button after he found him an Ogre. He could have just taken the kill for himself.

They landed at the south gate of Grodvenira and headed into their hunters' guild to ask for information, since they would just laugh in Aizel's face if he went alone.

The nice thing about walking in with an Adamant rank was… everything. Pops entered and just asked the pretty clerk, 'Where is the Ogre?' and she told him everything they knew.

There was a party led by a Mithril that had been trying to kill it for a while now, but they always ended up running back to Grodvenira with their literal tails between their legs. It was a sisterhood of huntresses, with all of them being some kind of were-person.

The thing is, they were currently in one of their usual, run face-first into the Ogre routines, so there was a very high chance of finding them.

— — —

And they found them.

Getting their pretty asses beaten by the giant red weirdo.

"Hm. Interesting, It's a blood Ogre. Thankfully for them, it's a Brute Blood Ogre, and not a Shaman Blood Ogre." Pops said, as they watched the ladies get too close to the thing's dick for comfort.

"Aren't they afraid that the thing would just take one of them right there? Its fucking leaking cum already. Based on what Lis told me about Goblinoids, this fucker could impregnate them in a single thrust." Aizel said, quite concerned about the stupid girls teasing the beast.

"That's why I said thankfully for them. What you just described is what a shaman would do. Use a (Mana Hand) and (Telekinesis) to just freeze them in place for long enough to get in a little Ogre cum in their cunts. Then they would have to pay really good silver at the temple to get that shit removed with enough (Purify) to clean ten goblins' worth of meat. Or go wait and hope not to pop a dozen gremlins less than a month later."

'He sounds real mad at the gals. He always holds his tongue. Can't really blame him; they look like amateurs who bit more than they can chew.'

"Do we assist them?" Aizel asked.

"Let's just get close; if we interfere, they will blame us for everything bad that happens from then on. If we just get close enough for them to see us and call for our help, then we go in. Sadly, we will have to share the loot in that case, because they will claim that they tired it out." Pops said and scratched his neck.

"If that is a tired Ogre, I really want to fight one rested then; that shit's fast!" Aizel said. It really was a fast monster, it looks as if it could not run faster than an Orc. But its punches when standing in place were simply unreal.

"Wh- Oh, I see, because we can just kill this one right away."

"I can probably take it on hand-to-hand," Aizel claimed, and Pops was understandably skeptical, because that thing hit like a roided draft-horse on meth. Based on how it was sending echoes through the valley each time it managed to hit one of the girls (Barrier).

"Want to make a bet?" Pops asked with a crazy smile.

"You really are a junkie for trouble, Pops. Just to be fair, I will do some pretty fucked up shit to myself to do it, so don't tell Lis," Aizel replied, already planning on using his new pain-related skill.

"Two Royals," Pops said and held up two fingers.

Aizel raised an eyebrow. "You are telling me that if I beat this thing in hand-to-hand, you will give me two Royal Coins?"

"And if I have to save your scaly ass, or you use fancy skills offensively, you owe me that. You can still cast on your newt ass."

"Deal, let's get close before that thing rapes one of them"

"Neine! NOOO!" One of the gals screamed as the Ogre removed all of a Were-Cheetah's undergarments. With a single pull from its hand. It tore all the pretty tanned girl's armor, clothing, and underwear off, leaving some friction burn marks on her.

She was now exposed from the waist down, and what Pops and Aizel had hypothesized before was about to happen. As the Ogre held the girl with both hands, ready to do as Goblinoids do.

The beast thrust hard. But it was blocked by Aizel's (Barrier), saving the poor girl from being impaled by a dick that was surprisingly similar-looking to his, just redder and without a knot.

Surprising Aizel that had only seen the rotting mess of the goblin and hobgoblins. Or the spiked menace of the Orcs. Maybe finally learning that ribs and protrusions is where is at, while also having the advantage of not bleeding your partner to death.

— — —

Name: Neine | Age: 18 | Level: 121

Title: Gold-rank Huntress (S-)

SE: 6 | HP: 157 | MP: 50

Race: Were-Cheetah

"I really could just watch that shit, sorry if you were into it" The voice of a man called just as she was about to be raped by the Ogre.

The red glow of a blood-mana (Barrier) between her legs stopped the creature's massive member mid-thrust.

"So~ Are you into that? Or can I fuck it up?"

"…"

She was stunned; she was tired of their Mithril leader's stupidity, but she did not really have other good options. She was a beautiful Were-Cheetah, and a talented one. Unfortunately, due to the lack of females at her rank, the number of disgusting brotherhoods that kept asking her to join them kept rising.

Bullying the other alliances in the high ranks into not letting her join up with them, so her only options left were to either constantly be harassed by ugly and smelly brutes, or keep being the bait of Mira's Sisterhood.

Mira had always been an ambitious woman, but this time, she fucked up one time too many. And the price for it was hers to pay.

But that was before the voice of this male that she could not even see because of how the Ogre was holding her.

"~Wha— What!?" Neine asked.

"Do you - want me - to remove - the barrier?" The male yelled.

"N-n-n-no! P-p-please! Help me!~" Neine begged, almost crying in her dread.

"You heard that everyone, now please stand aside, I have some Ogre balls to turn into cotton-candy for the gals." The male voice said.

A loud Tzzmp! was heard, and suddenly, the beast released her, Neine was carried away by a battalion of blood (Mana Hand) skills.

Once the skills left her to the side by her party, she glanced around, expecting to see another party full of mages. But all she met was a male Angel that was standing to the side, and a tall lizard-kin that was dodging the Ogre's strikes.

"Yo, Pops. Can I start now?" The tall man said.

She could not really make out his features, only briefly glancing at his red scales that reflected crimson in the daylight as he moved.

'Blood-mage? Blood- something…'

"I thought you had already started?" The angel asked.

"I mean… Not really. I can't tank one of its hits right now; I was waiting for you to say start of something." The man kept his conversation as he dodged the Ogre, as if he was a simple human and not a Tier 5 Goblinoid.

"Fine. Begin!" The angel yelled.

As soon as the Angel uttered the words, the lizard-kin jumped back. But the Ogre had other Ideas and glanced at the sisterhood that was standing and staring.

"Now, don't get any ideas red weirdo, I'm your opponent. (Fight Me!)"

As the tall lizard-kin yelled his order, a red aura roared with the tune of his voice. And then the Ogre complied?

Suddenly, the man went insane because he began to be stripped by the battalion of red (Mana Hand) skill, instead of paying attention to the beast.

"He's kinda fine y'all!" Mira said. As if a moment ago had not happened, already forgotten how Neine had almost become the Ogre's seed vessel.

"What the hell are you doing, Aizel?" The angel yelled the question that was on everyone's mind.

"What? That's like my only pair of clothes. I don't want them to get fucked, you know." The tall Hunter said, as she could now see a pair of silver tags on his neck.

"Silver?" One of the sisterhood's girl asked the new question that was on all of their minds again.

The Ogre started rushing the man. The tall man might be a head taller than the beast, but the Ogre had much larger and denser muscles, and the strength of a bear, on a rush booster potion that had gone bad.

The first of their questions was answered when the man the angel called Aizel materialized his racial traits. With a rush of red flames, his arms, legs, chest, and back were covered in diamond-shaped crimson scales. Two demon-like horns appeared on his head, but unlike them, his was black, swept back with a blue tint glossing over them, and an angular cross-section instead of round.

"Is that a demon or a dragon?" One of the party girls asked out loud. Also forgetting Neine's earlier close encounter.

"I think it's some kind of were-dragon. His horns are swept back"

'That's it, I'm leaving this party!' Neine thought. Having had enough of the sisterhood's indifference and lack of empathy.

"You're ready, Pops? This is the part you can't tell Lis about. She will make hyper-fertility candy with my balls if—"

"Stop stalling! Or are you scared, baby dragon?" The Angel teased the tall man called Aizel, and that seemed to do it.

A rush of red (Wind Slice) skills appeared. Unlike what they were expecting. The air blades were not directed at the Ogre; they were directed at the tall man. Before they could begin hypothesizing what was happening, the air roared with the defining noise of a red (Discharge) that engulfed the man. Followed by daggers with purple mana on their edges that impaled themselves on the exposed areas of his body.

The Ogre reached Aizel, whose previous self-mutilation had left him bleeding from all over his body, even through his scales. For some reason. The tall man did not use his blood magic and started to engage the Ogre in hand-to-hand combat. As if they were inside a gladiator arena, or in the safety of a hunter's camp, and witnessing a sanctioned duel.

"Yup. She will have your balls if she hears about that one, son." The Angel said to Aizel.

Surprising the sisterhood, Aizel started tanking the hits from the Ogre and trading blows with it.

It was a battle that was clearly going for the Ogre at first.

"Is that a high level (Heal)?… (Mend)?" A huntress asked, as they could see blood-mana rushing out of him to heal the most devastating strikes.

Aizel ducked and weaved, tiring the Ogre little by little. Neine could see how the Huntresses began to prepare to rush in and claim the kill, like the devious bitches they all were. The man was single-handedly beating the creature, which they could not even land a hit on, even with Neine's help to distract it.

"Hey, newt. The deal was for you to 'beat' the creature; you are about to lose the bet." The Angel pointed to the huntresses with a finger from his crossed-arm position.

"This is gonna hurt," Aizel said.

Before they could begin to ask themselves what could hurt more than being beaten by the full strength of an Ogre and self-mutilation. The wingless, tail-less were-dragon punched the creature in the jaw with all his might.

A crunching sound reached them, and the Ogre's head was twisted at a weird angle. Aizel's body was surrounded by red lightning that seemed to come from within his body, and the Ogre fell to the ground with a loud thump.

— — —

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 31

Title: Silver-rank Hunter (A+)

SE: 0 | HP: 477

Aizel removed his dragon traits and healed himself with a burst from (Restore). He got dress after cleaning himself of the dirt and blood with a poof! From (Purify). The Ogre left him with 5 levels after it died.

He was expecting more from the Ogre, being worth a whole royal coin and all.

Especially since it was like him and forwent his mana crystal for a blood "build." Aizel had placed his hopes in the fact that the creature should at least have a (Focus) that could match his.

'Maybe everyone here leeched?'

After taking a page out of Vanessa's masochism library and using (Pain Embrace) after some strategic self-mutilation that maximized his pain without being restrictive. It was over for the puny Ogre.

Using (Discharge), (Telekinesis) and (Doppelgänger) on himself had made him much faster, especially after being pushed further by his skill with the masochistic name.

The sad part is that the Ogre was already claimed by the Mithril sisterhood, and they were saying exactly as Pops thought they would say, that they had "tired it out." As if the pretty little feline lady was not about to be raped and begged him to intervene.

"I am taking the balls," Aizel said

"You are not even from this region; this was our prey. If you don't like it, you can take it out with the guild." A female Were-Leopard said.

'Pray she says, one of you was about to become its bitch, bitch… Not in front of Pops Aizel, control yourself.'

She was a bit taller than Lisa, so tall as fuck for the average Geas woman. She had this whole snow leopard vibe with little leopard ears, a furry tail, and spots all over the furry bits and her hair, with fair skin and blue eyes. Her chest was flatter than a board, but her athletic legs and round, spankable ass more than made up for that; to say that she was really hot would be an understatement. Unfortunately, her attitude left him wanting to just kick her teeth in before fucking her.

"Fine, whatever. Now I know where I can get me some quick cash. Come, pops. I think you owe me something."

They both materialized their wings earning themselves some nice oohs and aahs, Aizel thought for a moment about how that could spread rumors about his flying technique.

But chose to ignore it because he wanted to get out of the bitchy snow leopard woman's breath. Besides, it would not matter that much. Pops was flying around like a twitching bumblebee ever since he learned how to fly from Lisa.

But as they were about to fly away, they were stopped by the pretty one who almost became an Ogre condom.

"Wait, please!" Almost condom said.

"What? Can I keep the balls?" Aizel replied.

"~Sorry, I can't do anything about Mira's nasty behavior. Are you a party?" The pretty girl said with a shy and sexy raspy voice.

She had this whole blonde leopard or cheetah vibe going on. Same features as the bitchy snow leopard, but with nice tanned skin like Vanessa. Her underside was unfortunately now covered by a simple robe, but he did manage to sneak a peek earlier.

'I can never remember which one of the overgrown cats has the donut spots, and which one has the full ones?… Use your brain, wrinkles Aizel, a snow leopard is right there…'

"Nope, we just wanted to find where this fuckers lived to make some nice Ogre testicle candies, and their whole crystals are worth a fuck ton of silver, of course. So, be safe. That was pretty close you got to being impaled there."

"Can we form a party!?" The pretty little blonde cat asked.

"Neine! What are you doing?" Bitchy leopard yelled from the corpse side, where they were cutting it up and storing its parts in jars of 'I can't afford better shit.'

"Fuck you, Mira!"

'I like her already, Pops. Can we keep her?'

"Sorry, gal, That's not my decision to make. Tell you what, come to Redvelia, East of here. We are going to have a huge hunt in less than a month; you can probably find a party to lead, or worst case, make some Silver."

They started to take off, and the gal gave one last yell at them. "~My name's Neine, by the way!" Neine said, as she waved at them all happily.

— — —

"So. Pops"

"Here." Pops offered him a ring of timeless holding once they stopped for lunch back at Grodvenira, after scouting the zone for other Ogres.

"Nice. Wait, isn't this one worth like four times what we agreed?" From the gems and color, Aizel could tell that it was the same size as the one he took from Pops, since the girls had not let him take the more expensive 'timeless' version.

"Yes, give me the one you took and place your stuff in here; you made that Ogre look as if it was a drunken Hunter."

"Ha! Did you expect any different? That thing is a whole rank below you and, well, you now…"

"Still."

— — —

They went back to scout for Ogres but found none. According to Grodvenira's Hunter Guild Clerk, it was a rare sight already. But they seemed to be on the right track since the number of Orc shamans was increasing earlier than expected.

He went down to fill his new ring and took a few of the Shamans down until it was stuffed full of Orcs.

That little Orc Shaman escaped, leaving him with three more levels. The only thing that made him stop and think about his current rate of leveling was the fact that he had just surpassed Argo, the one that led the snails back when they escorted them.

'I guess it slows down from here? Or there is some kind of Souls Energy mechanic that does not let you increase in level too fast. Or pops is leeching too much experience or whatever is called.'

After they sold the bodies and with everything else he had been hunting, the Kadashi's treasury was worth around 2.5 Royal Coins or 2500 silver. Even more if you added the new ring. But that did not count since he was not planning on selling it, being the first thing that pops gave him willingly and all.

Sadly, the Bitchy Snow Leopard sisterhood kept the Ogre, and neither he nor Pops was feeling particularly interested in fighting over it.

He did keep all the Orc shaman balls for Lisa to order him some of that candy, since the new ring could keep them nice and fresh until they needed them, or the ring broke.

Aizel wanted to wait for the Neine gal to return. After giving it some thought, he realized that the Mithril Sisterhood was pretty deep in the north of Grodvenira, so it would take them a long-ass time to come back with 'their' loot.

'I should have offered her a ride; I wonder if she has a raspy tongue.'

— — —

The duo reached Redvelia at noon, and Pops was finally showing some signs of tiredness after flying around all day; since his mana pool was massive, it took a lot to actually drain it.

The only reason Aizel had managed to do it when they fought was that he stabbed the man until he was forced to push it all into his healing, and (Teleport) is also one of the most expensive MP skills to use.

"You finally getting tired, pops?"

"What? The real question is how are you not getting tired of flying around all day and fighting Orcs and a f— and an Ogre?"

"I, well… All my soul energy goes to health power. And it seems to slowly increase stamina and other health-related things… And (Restore) works really well to keep my body relaxed, as weird as it is to use HP for that one."

They landed on the south gate. After Pops flashed his adamant tags, the guards did not even want to glance at them and just let them in without uttering a word.

'That, or news about him punching the shit out of stalker-snail spread already.'

Once they reached the cucketeers' residence, there was a message waiting for Pops that made him make an expression so grim that they all figured out what was probably written on it, even before the man said a word.

"I… I need to go back home…" Pops said.

"Is Mom finally raining in the rains?" Lisa asked.

"Y- yes… I will depart tomorrow, sorry. I can't stay for the ranking mission."

"It's alright, Pops. One extra set of wings would've been helpful, but we were already making plans to compensate, in case, well…" Aizel said as he pointed to the letter Mama Angel-Not-Angel sent.

'Yeah, you don't want to deal with the wrath of your women. Rest in peace, Pops - it was nice knowing you.'

They had a nice dinner, and Pops left for the 'fancy' hostel to rest up. There was more than enough room for him to stay with the cucketeers, but he was not enthusiastic about hearing his new son-in-system fucking. Aizel was not planning on doing Lisa with pops nearby, but there were two other warm caves for him to choose from.

They would be saying their goodbyes tomorrow, so they just gave the man a quick pat on the back to alleviate his sorrow for his bleak future, when he had to face the woman.

'I really want to meet her now. A human woman who managed to tame this wild angel should be something else. Vanessa does not count, because I was still in my virgin mindset, but this man has over four hundred years' worth of experience, and was born as a hottie.'

The cucketeers were sitting in the living room while sharing some tea. And the Kadashis were at the dining table in the room next door. Lisa was reading some kind of herbalism book to order some new custom candy after hearing about him fucking up a Brute-Blood-Ogre. Vanessa was still reading the book Lisa had bought for her as a 'Wedding gift,' and Aizel was reading the book of the Imperial Were-Dragon healer.

"This guy was something else…" Aizel murmured.

Lisa glanced at him before speaking. "What, does it have something you want to try out?"

"Well… Kind of. I was already doing some of the things he describes. But that's the thing, you know. He couldn't know about a lot of this without being…"

"~realm traveler?" Lisa whispered so only Vanessa and him could hear.

"Yeah. There is just no other way he knew some of this stuff. And yes, he was probably the most perverted man in the past thousand winters or more. But his healing knowledge… Can you imagine someone from my homeland… I used to draw for a living, by the way.

So my knowledge outside of my field is just general education and what I… researched out of curiosity, or just came across by chance. Can you imagine what a dedicated healer from my land could achieve here? No, wait - you don't have to. This is what they could achieve." Aizel explained as he pointed at the book.

The Were-Dragon known as Arch Healer Zarnandier was insane; that was clear, but his knowledge was undeniable. There were some concepts written in his book that even Aizel, with his earth knowledge, was having a real hard time flexing his brain wrinkles to understand.

There were "easy" concepts, something like what he was doing to Kira when he first mounted her, except the Healer did it on a regular basis, and to an extreme degree.

Apparently, his dick was much, much larger than Aizel's, and he was having a really hard time being with women.

That drove him to the edge of insanity. He developed a method to use an advanced skill known as (Pain Refusal) at the same time as he used (Restore). With the same concepts that Pops had explained, probably even his own (Infuse) method, to drive his dick into a female. Rearranging their insides to accommodate him, and not just like men in general like to say.

Unlike what Aizel did to Kira, when he slowly used (Restore) on her as he stretched her, and only achieved a minor modification. The arch healer did a complete makeover of the female he was fucking, leaving a literal imprint of his dick in them, even doing little adjustments to leave them just as he wanted them to feel on his dick.

And that was in the beginning of the book, before he even became the Imperial healer, and the man rose all the way to Arch healer, the highest level one can gain in the Empire's healer ranks.

"Hey…" Vanessa called as Aizel was just shocked and didn't know where to continue reading.

"Hm? Zup."

"So… I… Can we talk?" Vanessa said.

'Fuck. Please tell me that does not mean the same in here as it does—'

"Calm down. I just- I wanted to— Just come with me, is nothing wrong. Silly Dragon," Vanessa said and used the handle that Lisa loved so much for him.

They got up and glanced at Lisa.

"You already know… Is just that. You know" Vanessa said while glancing at the cucketeers who were just talking on the living room.

'Is she pregnant or something? That's a good thing, right—'

"Aizel! Just come. Nothing is wrong, and no, I'm not pregnant."

"C-can you read minds now?" Aizel asked as the blood found a way to leave his body.

"No, but it was a good guess based on all the inner turmoil in your blood."

"F- Fine."

"He's just like Dad. He can beat down an Ogre, unarmed. But all it takes is his woman to change her tone to make him cower and despair." Lisa said as she kept absentmindedly browsing her book.

Aizel did not acknowledge that statement, because it was the truth.

Vanessa led Aizel to the "back yard" of the musketeer residence that was a small forest behind the main house. If he had not seen the walls surrounding it from the air, he would have thought that the house ended in the back door and led directly into the wilds. But the house was in the middle of town.

'Just how much does a musketeer make? There's no way Kira can afford this terrain on her clerk wage alone. Based on how she's much better dressed than the other clerks in here, and back on Grodvenira's Guild.'

"So." Vanessa started as they were out of even Lisa's hearing range. She was just carrying her little book with her, so it was probably something to do with it.

"Remember what you said to Seth? About growing up in a prude household that would not let you know yourself?"

"Yeah?" Aizel replied.

"I— Can— Ugh… I want you—t-to rape me."