Greatest Promotion

[𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫]

Though it was a bit later than he would have liked, Noel had finally found the time to return to his room. It had been quite the hassle explaining things to his parents—his mother specifically—and kicking the two cats out for the night.

Luckily neither Rias nor Akeno were staying the night and Morgan had chosen to spend the night with Kuroka and Shirone tonight. After hearing about his plans she had been quite direct in saying she would like to team up with Amaris but ultimately that was pushed to a different day. It didn't even take much effort on Noel's end.

Morgan was lucky enough to receive a first time that she would never forget for the rest of her immortal life, a luxury most devils did not have, so she clearly understood its value. Morgan wouldn't even dream of stealing such a chance from Amaris who was her sister in all but blood.

"Can I come in?"

Knocking on his own door and asking for permission was an interesting experience but it wasn't something he was overly interested in. All his attention was on the girl waiting for him inside who had finally decided to take the first step.

In most cases, Noel had his eyes of Far Viewing activated on a relatively low scale to ensure he didn't get too tired too quickly but today he turned them off completely. It was something he had done for Morgan to keep her surprise intact but today he did it out of selfishness. He wanted to be surprised by whatever she had in store. He didn't want to cheat and ruin the fun of it.

"M-Mhm."

Shyly accepting Amaris' normally calm and mature tone was no different than one would expect of somebody in her position. Her voice was a mixture of embarrassment, expectation, and needless worries.

Opening the door Noel was pleasantly surprised by what he saw. Amaris didn't go to the same lengths as Morgan due to the suddenness of it all so rather than wearing seductive undergarments the Black Witch had simply chosen to strip herself bare.

The lights in the room had been somewhat sloppily dimmed to create a romantic atmosphere and the blinds were tightly shut and locked in place with magic. Clearly, Amaris had been scrambling about right until he had arrived.

Looking away from him, Amaris' face was a deep crimson as she pat the bed beside her. It was adorable how her hands rose and fell as she tried to hide her body and then stopped herself but as endearing as it was Noel didn't want to let her worries grow.

Taking a seat beside his Bishop he rested his hand on her own, her body tensing for a moment but slowly relaxing as he remained still. Amaris had a sweet scent—lavender if he guessed correctly—but there was an undertone of sweat that was both endearing and attractive.

There was something about how she smelled both pleasant yet real that Noel could certainly appreciate. In his past life, he had met plenty of women who wore makeup so thick it would change their ethnicity and perfume so plentiful the scent would linger for hours. He had grown sick of that repugnant scent so this more 'real' scent was quite pleasant.

"P-Please take care of me!"

Lowering her head and speaking more formally to Noel than ever before Amaris blushed all the way up to her ears. Though she had a body that models would envy, skin that even the richest couldn't mimic, and a mature yet caring attitude that anyone with a hint of sense would find wife material Noel could understand her worries.

Amaris had largely left her shell whether it be speaking to others or learning to forgive the little things but ultimately she was still a person with plentiful trauma. She often found herself to be inadequate, insufficient, a nuisance, or hated when none of those things were remotely true. It was her nature, the curse her parents left on her if you will.

Noel didn't delude himself into believing he could help her with just one passionate night when even five years had only so much effect. He wasn't that foolish. However, that didn't change what he would do. Tonight and many nights from now on, he would shower her with so much affection that she would hate him after.

Raising her chin Noel brought her closer, her cheeks turning a new, never seen before shade of red as their lips made contact. It was a small peck in fear of her becoming too embarrassed but Noel did take great pleasure in it. 

"You'll be fine."

Smirking confidently Noel didn't pay any attention to her fingers that slowly and unconsciously trailed over the rim of her lips. Unlike the overly energetic Morgan, it seemed that Amaris was much simpler to please if only a quick kiss could turn her brain off.

Pushing her over she fell onto the bed without even a hint of resistance, her body limp as her mind ran through each and every second of what had just happened. Once more pressing their lips together she almost returned to reality but it seemed that she needed more.

Peppering kisses on his bishop as he descended down her body he practically worshiped her body, he spent ages as he went down her body agonizingly slowly. He left numerous hickeys on her neck, gently rubbed and licked her sizable breasts, and rained numerous kisses onto her taut stomach.

"Noel…"

Softly moaning out his name Amaris only returned to the land of the living when Noel slowly gyrated his fingers in her tight snatch. A scream of lust escaped her lips as her eyes shot wide open, her back arching to an almost dangerous degree as liquid spilled from her in droves.

Swiping back his soaked hair Noel's 'stupid sexy smirk' was, amusingly enough, enhanced by the nectar dripping from his hair. He had no reservations about being covered in fluids though he would more than rather stay away staying this way for long. As they say, what happens in the bedroom should stay in the bedroom.

"I-Oh, my god! I'm so sorry!"

Waking up from her stupor from the fierce orgasm she just experienced Amaris quickly tried to dry him off with magic. Unfortunately for her, Noel stood up before she could do anything, tore off his clothes, and tossed them behind him only for them to vanish into motes of light mid flight.

"Don't be. Just focus on pleasure."

Kissing the back of her hand Noel didn't take long to get back into things, his fingers gently rolling over her supple flesh as she squirmed in his grasp. His movements were both relaxing and hateful, the soft warmth of his hands relaxing her tense muscles while the burning heat spreading all throughout her body was agonizing. 

Moaning and groaning under his endless assault Amaris felt her mind approach the edge of insanity, her mind both hazy and incredibly aware as she was brought to the brink of release repeatedly without tipping over the edge.

"Noel… can I…?"

Even with his enhanced hearing, Noel could only just hear the words that left Amaris' lips yet he had no reason to refuse. Ultimately, tonight was dedicated to her but he didn't want her to make any assumptions about her lack of initiative. Besides, who would say no to such a thing?

Switching positions with her Noel stood up from the slightly soaked floor and took a seat on the edge of the bed, his impressive member standing at about half mast as it awaited her. It took her quite a bit longer for her to get up, her limbs shaking like a newborn fawn, but eventually, she managed to crawl off the bed and onto her knees with her head between Noel's thighs.

Amaris was, in many ways, much too far out of her comfort zone. Everything was oh so pleasurable yet agonizing and her brain simply couldn't keep up. It didn't help that she now stood beneath a tower of flesh larger than she would have ever expected.

Large, hot, addictive. Those three words were the first to pop into her mind even though Grayfia would be aghast at such a revelation. Naturally, her partner's manhood was large however Amaris hadn't expected just how astounding it would be in person even with Morgan's numerous praise of the monstrous appendage.

Originally, warmth was all she expected of the event. A pleasant heat that would travel throughout her body as they became one for surely the first of many times. Yet time and time again she was proven wrong and this was no exception.

As she slowly, quizzically, and lustfully trailed her tongue from the base of the pillar all the way to the tip Amaris clearly experienced both sensations. Hot enough to scald her tongue, addicting enough to make her admittedly limited brainpower vanish even deeper into the lustful haze.

One of her hands trailed down to her nether regions while another rose to his large testicles. It took very little time for Amaris to learn the charm of the act as her fingers brought her little pleasure yet seeing the rising heat in his charming eyes made her effort and patience worth the world to her.

Ignoring the lingering embarrassment in the back of her head Amaris tightly wrapped her lips around the bulbous head. Once more the boundless heat warmed her body and the pungent scent melted her mind as her head descended, her throat revolting against her futilely as she forced her body to adapt without rest.

It took only a few moments for her body to resist though as a sharp gag escaped her filled lips, a sizable bulge in her throat as she struggled to house the foreign object. At first, she tried to ignore the tears in her eyes and the stinging pain to pleasure her partner who had been oh so kind to her but she quickly stopped.

"Take your time. We have all night."

Though she could hardly see him between the tears in her eyes, Amaris could hear the smug smirk on his face. It was strange and she could describe it but though she would normally have half a mind to push on regardless it was comforting. Perhaps it was the underlying depth to his tone, the sharpness of breath that he would normally never show.

Taking a moment to calm herself Amaris retracted her head till the tip was only just barely in her throat, a small amount of struggle that quickly resulted in her adaptation. It was astounding how much gusto she put into her movements, how powerful each fall was, how loud each clash of flesh was, and how much adoration she put into her every movement.

Her tongue swept over his shaft relentlessly as her purple hair descended down her face, sticking to her cheeks in a mixture of sweat and slobber. She, a student of Grayfia, was trained to have an impeccable appearance at all times, and yet…

"Damn you're good…"

Groaning out his praise Noel didn't even think of lying. It was undeniable, though her movements were clumsy—a fact which she was more than aware of—Amaris more than made up for it with sheer enthusiasm and force. 

Noel had slept around quite a bit and never before had he met somebody so quick to throw their entire weight behind a blow job. It was equal parts impressive and arousing as her crimson cheeks slammed against his thighs repeatedly.

It hadn't been planned for Amaris to flip the board nor was it intentional that he was so quick to desire release but ultimately it worked to his benefit. There was no greater moral boost in life than physical results of efforts being rewarded was there not?

"I'm cumming. Where do you want it?"

Though Noel went out of his way to ask between the groans and sharp intakes that escaped him the answer was abundantly clear. Amaris didn't even bother to respond, her sharp movements only increasing in speed as his member pulsated in warning.

Pushing her head as far as possible her nose was tickled by his pubes as rope and rope of his thick baby batter battered against her innards, her taut stomach bulging outward just a bit. It forced itself down her throat, warmed her entire body as though lava had been poured inside her, and marked her innards with its scent.

Baby batter. Such a crass phrase yet it was perfectly fitting for the sheer virility of the essence she had just devoured. In a mere five years—an extremely short period for a devil—Noel had done what most male devils struggled to do in a lifetime. He bore offspring. That alone deserved such praise even without accounting for the absurd amount she swallowed.

Detaching her throat from his member with an almost sickening pop, Amaris felt as though she had reached nirvana. This level of mental clarity and peace was something she never believed possible and could only be described with such a legendary state of being.

She only returned to her more natural state of mind a few minutes later where she found herself sprawled out helplessly on the large bed that had long been soaked in her juices. It was a shameful moment but she couldn't even raise anything more than a moan in retort.

"Finally awake?"

Teasingly looking at her from between her thighs it was almost embarrassing how his eyes peered from just above her hastily shaved crotch. Almost. She was much too busy groaning in pleasure as the remnants of numerous minutes of pleasure washed over her.

She wasn't sure of how long she had been asleep, not when she could hardly tell left from right, but she was well aware it had been quite a while. Yet, even with that shameful thought she couldn't help but focus on the already familiar warmth both outside and inside her stomach.

"Are you ready or should I push it back a bit more?"

As always, the words that left her partner's lips were equal parts kind and teasing as he looked at her in both adoration and amusement. It was undeniable that he cared for her and his words and actions showed it but it was also difficult to deny that he took great amusement in her current state.

However, though it may be embarrassing for her, Noel could hardly be blamed. Amaris was always a beautiful flower however in her current state with her flushed cheeks, hazy violet eyes, long hair sticking to her sweaty form, her large breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths, and the quivering quim that begged for penetration she was the peak of beauty.

"..."

Though her lips moved no words left them, her throat sore beyond compare and if it weren't for the refreshing 'drink' she had received who knows how long ago she would have been on the brink of dehydration.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Smirking in near infinite amusement Amaris' mouth opened wide in a mute scream as her lips were slowly, methodically, and agonizingly slowly spread open. Amaris wasn't sure if she should feel relieved it didn't hurt or regret that the lack of pain only enhanced the pleasure she felt.

The sensation of her folds spreading, her hymen slowly tearing, and so many other sources of pleasure were divine in a way and yet it was so slow—surely because of Noel's worries—that the pleasure that would have otherwise forced her unconscious once more only pushed her mind to their limits as her eyes rolled back.

Forcing her eyes to her partner Amaris was relieved beyond comparison at what she saw. It was a stretch to call it panting but Noel was certainly short of breath, his eyes filled with nearby as much lust as her own as he entered her wet and almost painfully tight snatch.

Smirking playfully at her for a moment he slowly drew his hips back, a breathless gasp leaving her lips, before slamming them in. Normally, such a thing would be extraordinarily painful for a freshly graduated woman but Noel trusted in his partner's sensitivity.

Yet another mute scream escaped the Black Witch as liquid flew from her aching slit, her juices further soaking the Ashen Wolf. Ignoring the wetness between his legs Noel pounded her entrance, his thrusts both forceful and gentle as he resisted pushing too far.

Balancing pushing her to the extremes of pleasure yet staying away from pain was a difficult tightrope to walk but seeing the look of absolute pleasure on her face Noel felt it was all worth it even if it did make him struggle quite a bit. After all, this wasn't a night dedicated to his own pleasure. They shared that role.

For quite a while the pounding of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the barely lit room, the scent of hours of sex so thick it would stay for days without the aid of magic as the King and his Bishop focused only on one another.

It had taken little time at all for Amaris to 'adapt' to this extent of pleasure as Noel began to pick up the pace, her mind blanking for the rest of the night as Noel pleasured every inch of her body. His hands grasped her full rear and mauled her chest as moans left her lips. It was a night of pleasure she would never forget yet everything came to an end one day.

"Inside?"

Grunting between syllables Noel still managed to ask the most important question despite his rising exhaustion. It was one thing to have extensive experience and another entirely to grow used to the level of pleasure these women could bring him. He wasn't sure if it was because he cared for them or if they were just special but they drained him faster than a succubus.

Even in her state of delirium Amaris managed to shake her head in denial, the mere thought of having a child scaring her greatly. Family was a concept that Amaris both desired and feared and though she had found a family of her own her blood family still haunted her. She was far from ready to start a family of her own.

Accepting her wishes Noel ripped himself out from the pleasurable depths, his manhood resting on her stomach as his rod erupted, thick and dense semen covered her body. It covered much of her body, her stomach and underboob heavily covered and her face unspared from the thick coating of cream. 

Stepping back for a moment to appreciate their handiwork Noel couldn't stifle his laughter at his partner's current predicament. Covered in liquids of all kinds, naked as the day she was born, and grinning like a fool Amaris lay on his bed with her legs spread wide and her snatch gaping.

Most amusing however was almost definitely the look of peace in her still open eyes. Though she had succumbed to slumber—either exhaustion or pleasure could be the cause really—she still managed to get Noel going. 

"Guess I don't have to be the one to grade you then."

Laughing to himself Noel quickly cleared away all traces of their activities. Immediately a small frown manifested on Amaris' face, a cute yet subtle pout forming on her lips from the abrupt disappearance of her warmth.

Laying beside his bishop to make up for the loss Noel snickered as she curled up next to him. It was incredibly amusing how expressive her unconscious body was. She was always too embarrassed to sleep beside him but now she was unreserved in hogging his warmth.

That combined with the peace in Amaris' eyes was more than enough for Noel to be content for the time being. Progress was naturally a slow process and Noel had no plans to rush the process. They were immortal beings that would live for as long as they had the will, they certainly had the time.

"Hey, hands off."

If nothing else, Amaris' wandering hands proved that her embarrassment would hardly be a concern.

[𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫]

"Heh. The sun really can shine on a rainy day."

Burning the letter in his grasp Noel didn't even bother to hide the proud smirk on his face. Ajuka had spent quite a while researching Morgan's new ability as most awakenings didn't actually alter the core abilities of a person. The orca princess however seemed to be an exception. 

Apparently, the awakening had affected everything on her plate in a semi permanent manner. It wasn't active always as that state was something akin to a super devil's true form but it did have pleasant results.

Ingurgitate and Materialize, the first hybrid trait as far as both Noel and Ajuka were concerned. It was an impressive thing though neither intended to publicize it. Noel didn't want the hassle and Ajuka was much too gluttonous to not hoard this treasure trove to himself.

"Are you ready?"

Bowing to him deeply was a youngish man with long silvery white hair, his aquamarine eyes looking at him in complete apathy. The man was Abner Buer, the personal servant of the Asmodeus clan much like Grayfia was to the Lucifer clan. Officially at least they were chained to the name and not the face but nobody would argue that they could leave whenever they wished.

"Mhm. What about you?"

Lazily responding to the man Noel was half amused and half annoyed by the distrust in the man's eyes. He could hardly blame the man, the one he had dedicated his life to had just retired without saying anything.

It did make sense—logically that is—for Falbium to retire after losing his arm but to many that was inexcusable. The army, the military leaders, and many people such as Abner before Noel wouldn't agree to his ascension. It was the natural result of the passing of power.

"Your body is in ideal condition. Additionally, all prior wounds had been removed due to this 'awakening' you experienced."

Calmly replying to the youngest Satan in history Abner did his work well despite his distrust of said man. As the doctor considered divine among the holy hating devils it was his duty to be entirely truthful before a patient. That was his bottom line.

Abner Buer, a famous 'youth' associated with the Buer clan. Despite not being born into the clan and instead being a descendant of a descendant Abner had abilities stronger than any of his clan before him.

At the 'young' age of 186 years old Abner had revolutionized the medical field with the assistance of Lady Leviathan and the Sitri clan. His most monumental achievement however was the revival of Lady Agares a century prior.

The Buer clan had the trait of Absolute Healing which—as aptly named—has the power to cure all wounds, diseases, and oddities of the body and soul. There were only two things outside of this clan's grasp, mental issues and the dead. That and the ability's heavy energy cost. It was for that reason that Abner's recent failure was all the more unforgivable.

"How did you do it? This level of bodily reconstruction has never been seen before."

With an unusual amount of determination in his eyes Abner laid his intentions bare. It was impossible to heal wounds born from the core of the realm one 'belonged' to and Falbium was no exception. His arm would never heal and his bones would forever ache.

Abner would do anything for that information even if it only had a small chance of working. It was the only way he could repay the man who had taken a welp like him and made an honorable man worth respecting rather than loathing.

"Figure it out. Steal it from me."

Smirking cockily at the divine doctor Noel looked at the man in nothing more than amusement. It wasn't kind but there was nothing to be done. Loyalty would take time to secure and Abner could easily leave in the meantime. Noel didn't want to chase his subordinate so he would force the latter to follow him. 

Turning away from the man Noel approached the door leading out of this dark room. He wasn't fit for a position like this one but there was no choice. No matter his wishes, Noel Purson was now Noel Asmodeus and that name came with a solemn duty.

Stepping through the doorway Noel couldn't help but grin. It was almost annoying how luxurious the hall was. Bright lights, expensive luxuries nobody in their right mind would need, endless chatter filled with a fair bit of political scheming, and everything else you'd imagine to be in a banquet as large as this one.

There were plenty of familiar faces in the crowd beneath him though Noel couldn't say he was happy to see all of them. Lord Sitri and his family had a large circle of nobility around him, the foreign representative of the yokai—a young woman named Uraume—stood silently to the side with her eyes closed and the former dragon king Tannin stood proud as always.

""Lord Asmodeus!""

A chorus of shouts that he once participated in was accompanied by a deep bow, eager smiles and hateful gnashing of teeth sent his way. It was odd being on the other side but he didn't really care for it. The respect was fake at best.

Still, their eyes were eager and that was not fake. Many wanted to see how he acted, many wished to see him fail, and a smaller percentage was swooning over his every move. He didn't like to brag—that's a lie, he did—but he was a handsome guy. Still, those eyes weren't the ones he wanted to see this evening.

"I'm sure many of you expect a speech of some kind but I don't have anything to give you. Drink your sorrows away and leave me alone."

It was a crass speech, one too short to even be considered a speech, but Noel didn't care for it or the hateful reactions it caused. He wasn't one to play politics and that didn't change whether he was a Satan or not. Luckily, politics wasn't in the job description.

"That was a foolish move Purson." 

The first to greet the newly promoted Asmodeus was also the first—of many to be sure—to claim such a thing. Even so, Noel had no regret and that wouldn't change even if the one standing across him was the Great King himself.

"Doesn't matter does it? My job isn't to play politics but to be a shield for the Underworld. I'll leave all the annoying shit to other people and just focus on being the best shield I can be."

Sighing at Noel's response, Zekram didn't know whether to be proud or hate Rias' decision. It was an honor to have married a Satan, the youngest at that, but it didn't take long to know that Noel wouldn't have an ideal reputation. At the very least, the nobility would hate him though few would act on it. Maybe the populace would enjoy a more honest leader.

"Just say that next time. Nobody expected a grand speech from you, just one that will rouse the people's hope."

Rolling his eyes in disinterest Noel turned his eyes to the people eagerly listening in, a smug grin crossing his face. He was sincere with both points he made and both points will be spread equally so there was no need to worry. Plus, his reputation among the nobility was already piss poor so it didn't really matter if another stain was tossed on it.

"Here. That daughter of mine wanted me to give you this. Read it when you have the time."

Passing over the note Zekram didn't stay much longer, stepping away not even a few seconds later. There were a few rules for banquets and the important one here was that at banquets it was the highest ranking people who spoke to the host first. In this case, the highest was Zekram and the second was…

"Lord Sitri. I see you're doing well."

Unabashedly looking at his newly regrown arm Noel was unsurprised to see it back. Regrowing limbs was next to impossible for most people and species but Noel recently came into possession of a useful doctor so Noel lent him to the Sitri clan for a bit.

"Mhm. I'd like to thank you once again for that."

Politely bowing to the newest Satan Serfun still wore the same mask of calm he always did. It made sense that Morgan would feel bad for causing him to lose his limb. He was a respectable man and Noel would even go as far as to call him the ideal gentleman. It did make Noel wonder where Serafall's excitement came from though since he's heard only good things of Lady Sitri.

"Don't worry about it. Let's call it even with you helping Morgan."

Nodding in response to Noel's amicable words Serfun didn't linger long either, his soft steps replaced by the much larger—and louder—steps of a dragon king. Tannin was, while absurdly tall, quite small for a dragon at about fifteen meters tall. Regardless of that little fact, Tannin was no less intimidating for a normal sized man like Noel.

"Tannin right? I've heard good things. Wanna fight sometime?"

It wasn't that long ago that Noel had the intense and incredibly stimulating battle with Ryrindus so maybe it was just the lingering excitement that made him want to fight Tannin. That and the fact that he was a bit of a battle junkie. Of his desires, he'd say it was in third losing out to sex and free time.

"You took the words right out of my mouth. I'd love to fight the youngest Satan in history and I'm sure there are many of my kin that share the same thoughts."

"I'm happy to hear it."

Joyfully replying to the former dragon king Noel was pleased with the number of battles that lay in wait for him. Dragons were often boisterous creatures, there was no thought of secrecy or lies in their actions so it was actually quite safe. If they wanted to fight him they would just tell him without a care in the world and fighting a dragon was something worthy of great respect.

"Please come see me for our battle at any time. I'll always welcome you in my domain."

Roaring with excited laughter Tannin didn't bother staying any longer. While Zekram and Serfun stayed and mingled on their own Tannin simply left the party, his large wings creating gusts of wind as he left through the balcony.

'He's pretty fast.'

"Lord Noel."

Turning away from the horizon where Tannin was already just a tiny dot even to his eyes Noel laid eyes on the yokai representative. While it was nice to see her it was also odd that she had come. Sending a representative to an event like this—one that only the nobility attend—would naturally make people assume she shared a similar level of importance to the Underworld.

"Which Yokai faction are you from? East or west?"

It was a somewhat rude question considering that her background was clearly listed on the guest list Noel was given but Uraume didn't seem to care, her pomegranate eyes as serene as ever. She had the same kind of gaze as Grayfia.

"I'm a member of the Western Yokai Faction."

Taking a moment to overlook her Noel didn't make any special connections. Her hair was snow white much like his own but with a large portion of vermillion on the left side. She wore a black and white yukata—a standard outfit for yokai—and had a fairly androgynous figure so Noel couldn't tell which god she was the child of.

"Is that so? Either way, enjoy yourself tonight. Feel free to leave whenever though."

Lazily speaking to her Noel gave her free reign in a blunt manner, his own manners lacking to the extent that Grayfia and even Amaris would scold him if they were present. Luckily for him, Grayfia was stuck fixing the mess the war caused with Sirzechs, and Amaris was helping her teacher. 

Meanwhile, Rias and Akeno were still on house arrest while Morgan was staying home with Kuroka and Shirone. That meant, today he was free to do whatever without any consequence from his little group of heroes.

"I will do so."

Bowing to Noel once more Uraume felt that he fit the description fit by Yasaka. Brash, blunt, rude, and yet he was quite nice. He certainly fit the boxes though Yasaka had made him seem much more rambunctious than he was.

"Cool. I'll be leaving first then."

Immediately twisting her head to look at him Uraume, the stone cold statue, couldn't help but look at his disappearing figure in complete shock. He was the host so technically he had the right to end the party whenever he wished but…

"Just what I expected from the man who cut off my cousin's genitalia."

Turning her head to the young girl who had just said something quite surprising Uraume could confidently say that she agreed with Yasaka's words. Now she wished she actually cared enough to listen about his lesser known exploits. To think he would cut off somebody's genitals was absurd but so was leaving your own party ten minutes after it started…

"This a leader of a faction?"

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Hey there, Express_007 here. Hope you liked the chapter.

Hopefully you liked the smut this chapter. It isn't exactly my forte but once again I think I managed to get a passing grade! As for Uraume, she'll be a prominent character from now on so hopefully you grow to like her.

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