67 Chapter 67: Your girl and the inquisitor join in

Chapter contains foul smuttery. Thine eyes stained. Beware.

"Uuurgh…" Rossweisse groaned to her pillow as she lay in her bed. 'Everything went wrong! Everything! Argh! I hate myself, I hate my bad casual social skills, I hate Odin for generally being Odin, and I hate my panicking! Urgh…'

A knock came from the door and she threw a pillow at it. "Go away."

"Hm, for her to throw a temper tantrum shows that it definitely has…" the old man mumbled as he entered the room- or rather, slid into the room as Odin walked right through the locked door, no doubt having cast 'turn ethereal' rune to displace himself from the material world for a moment.

"Lord Odin…" Rossweisse stood up from the bed, realizing that she was still in the dress she had loaned- Albeit it was crumpled and messed up, not to mention that her makeup had to be in a horrible condition. 'At least I'm not shaky anymore… whatever Lord Phenix did to me must have worn off by now…'

It seemed that the combination of her poor state of dress, makeup and generally unprofessional attitude didn't go past Odin as he stopped as soon as he noticed the usually professional and proper valkyrie's state.

"Hm, I may be too late… but it should still work… Rossweisse." Odin's mumbling turned to an order. "Are you ready to sacrifice your life if I order you to?"

"I- I am." Rossweisse mentally walked back to her normal state, throwing the events of the day to the side so she could recompose herself, re-assume her professional stance and try to forget her unprofessional attire or previous attitude. "I am prepared to perform duties expected of the Valkyries, Lord Odin. And nothing else."

"Good… in that case, here are your new orders:" Odin leaned on a gnarled wooden staff he had pulled from somewhere, looking serious and giving Rossweisse the feeling that the old god hadn't been joking with his previous question. "There have been some serious developments, and as you might guess, these involve Momon Phenix. My intrusion to the engagement ceremony seemed to have further escalated the situation, and right now the Norse Pantheon is placed into an embarrassing situation because of it. So I have come to the decision to send you to Momon Phenix as diplomatic liaison and transfer you to his retinue."

"I hear and obe-eh?" Rossweisse paused. "D-diplomatic liaison?!"

The role was possibly the highest honor and burden a Valkyrie could gain, as she'd be representing the Norse Pantheon in Underworld with her actions in an official capacity. Not to mention the fact she would be transferred to Momon Phenix, and not Sirzechs Lucifer, caused Rossweisse to start thinking about the diplomatic repercussions of the act.

"Of course, you won't serve as liaison between Underworld and Norse Pantheon, but rather between Momon Phenix specifically, and the Norse Pantheon, and more specifically, me." Odin clarified before Rossweisse could start hyperventilating or beaming from the sudden out-of-the-blue responsibility put on her shoulders.

"Ah, I see… Wait, only between us and Momon?" Rossweisse blinked. "What is going on? While he seems to be a gentle and caring person, I believed that he was just a son of a noble devil family?"

"Something like that. However, there have been some discoveries below the surface. However, due to the stakes involved, I can't reveal the full nature of them to you." Odin seemed to be intentionally vague, causing Rossweisse to become suspicious but she knew that if Odin ordered her, her duty was to obey. "Regardless! It's good that you seem to get along with Momon, if that 'gentle and caring' business was anything to go by, so now that you know your duties I'll put some wards on you. Just in case. With the 'Supreme Being' situation about, one can never be too careful."

"I… see." Rossweisse nodded. "How often am I to report back to you?"

"Weekly report should do." Odin nodded and placed his gnarly finger on Rossweisse's temple, followed by hundreds of small runic circles forming around her head and body before absorbing themselves into her flesh.

'Well, at least Odin seems to care about my safety…' Rossweisse thought as she saw the wards, most of which seemed to be centered around observing her from afar and tracking her location, as well as blocking her mind from external magics that would make her highly resistant to magical mind-control. "Very well."

"Good, good… Now then, time's wasting so chop-chop, on your way." Odin clapped his hands at Rossweisse who was suddenly starting to feel a bit nervous… and also a bit glad. "I have already cleared the transfer with Sirzechs and he'll inform Lord Phenix. There are things I need to take care of back home, so I'll be going as well. Don't tarry. Also, I'll take the liberty of adding hm… three percent to your weekly salary as this mission is quite important."

'Whole three percent…' Rossweisse sighed in resignation, then shook her head. 'No matter. I should be able to make the ends meet when I don't have Odin eating all my food… Besides, I don't think Momon is someone who would let anyone near him be hungry or sick, he seems to be too compassionate for that…'

Sudden butterflies in her stomach alerted her to the fact she'd be seeing Momon again soon. 'I- I can't go to him looking like this! I look like a tramp from the streets- ah! I need to wash and smooth out this dress, take a shower, and re-apply my makeup... '

Odin seemed to have disappeared while Rossweisse was contemplating her options so she slapped her cheeks to bring herself back to reality, nodded resolutely and started going at it.

While it would normally take a long time to properly clean a dress like the one Grayfia had loaned to her, she had the advantage of rune magic which allowed her to quickly un-crumple it and wash the piece of clothing… And for the first time in her life Rossweisse thanked the fact Odin had basically used her as his personal maid, as it had forced her to learn and develop runes for housekeeping.

She dipped into a quick shower, made sure to clean herself up properly, then quickly put the dress on and started to hastily re-apply her makeup, making sure to double-check herself on the mirror and making sure that her appearance was immaculate.

'I can't afford another sloppy slip-up like previously… He might hate me for embarrassing him in front of everyone, but hopefully I can still use my role as a diplomatic liaison to repair our relationship- eek! I mean, the relationship between Lord Odin and Lord Momon…' Rossweisse fidgeted a bit as she recalled Odin's words. 'He told me to go to Lord Momon immediately, so… uh… did he mean right now? I think he meant right now, if Lord Sirzechs has already informed Lord Phenix, then I'm guessing that Lord Momon is probably waiting for me- no! Lord Odin said that I should go immediately, which means Lord Momon has probably been waiting for me this entire time!'

She breathed out, breathed in, tried her best to dismiss the butterflies in her stomach, steeled herself and cast a teleportation rune aimed at the 'tag' she had placed on Momon.

Rossweisse hoped that she could make up for the time she lost by preparing herself by using teleportation to reach Momon, as teleportation would be instant and as such much, much faster than conventional transportation.

"Lord Momon! I deeply apologize for the delay, but your diploma- eh?!" Rossweisse's eyes widened as she took a step through the rune, materialized somewhere else, got a faint glimpse of a comfortable-looking bedroom before she slipped on something soft beneath her.

Her expression brightened as her eyes locked onto Momon's brown eyes, at least in the split-second between her slipping and falling, and then she felt something stab into her from below as she fell on her butt top of some kind of slippery pole-like object.

Rossweisse realized too late that in her hurry she had missed a crucial piece of clothing, mostly because that particular cloth wasn't visible so she had missed it in her quick visual inspection, and now paid the price as something speared right through her from below.

"A-guh-ha-rng…" Rossweisse let out some kind of wheeze as her vision blurred while she knew she had suffered heavy damage from the impact- And in fact she could feel that a foreign object had entered inside her body. 'W-what- h-happened- oww… '

She looked down to see that her dress had bulged a bit around the stomach area and she was straddling on top of a naked male body, a tall and fairly toned male body, and then realized that the body belonged to Momon Phenix. Then she realized what had entered her, and how deep it had 'penetrated'- that was, 'hilt deep' and up to the 'roof'. Adrenaline was numbing the pain, elsewise she was fairly sure she'd have lost consciousness from the devastating piercing blow the pole-like object had inflicted on her.

The combination of feelings caused her to realize something through her adrenaline-addled brain. 'I… I'm… I'm having s-sex with Lord Momon?! I-is this… d-did I lose my virginity?!'

"Ah… good evening, Rossweisse-san? What's the occasion?" Momon's surprise seemed to calm down instantly, and he spoke the words as if she had bumped into her in a crowded street, and not in fact her having materialized on top of his naked body and instantly slammed her hips down on 'it' after slipping on him.

"Awuh. I'm… I'm assigned to… Momon Phenix… as diplomatic liaison… from Norse Paaaah- Pantheon…" Rossweisse got out parts of her mentally-prepared speech while her vision was beginning to swim. She looked around her to see a blonde-haired, relatively short girl staring at Rossweisse with a surprised, yet somehow dark look on her face, Rias Gremory staring at Rossweisse with her mouth open, and then she looked behind her to see that there was a black-haired girl straddling Momon's legs, and the black-haired girl looked like she had passed out from the shock of the Valkyrie's sudden appearance.

"Excuse me, but you're… a diplomatic liaison? Would this then constitute a diplomatic incident, Rossweisse-san?" Momon, calm as ever, gestured at the spot where Rossweisse and he were united, and where she was hilt-deep in the man's meat sword.

"I- I- I…" Rossweisse's vision was swimming and darkening as the whole situation was starting to hit her after the initial shock passed- Which made room for the shock from realizing the indecency of the act she had committed, that in turn caused her already-difficult breathing to turn next to impossible. "I… I… I'm… yes, I offer my apologies… haaaaah... on behalf of… Valkyries… and…"

Rossweisse felt like puking as the hoarse breath-in made her insides rub against the massive shaft, causing her head to swim.

She felt her eyes roll back in her head as Momon adjusted his position, possibly feeling uncomfortable as Rossweisse realized she had forced herself on the man, and the adjustment of his hips made her realize just how deep the thing had entered her- That the tip was pushing the roof of her womb against her internal organs, and Rossweisse knew that her unprepared body would never recover from the experience.

In other words, her clumsy, sorry self had destroyed her reputation, career, and now also her body in one afternoon.

'I… failed… I first ran from him when he offered me warmth… then embarrassed him… and now raped him in front of his fiancee… My career is done after Lord Odin hears about this from Lord Momon… My life is over...' Rossweisse's eyes teared up and her vision swam as she cast her life away with her next words, robbing her of diplomatic protection. "M-my actions do… not represent the… N-hooorgh-orse Pantheon and I acted this out in p-peeerhsonal capacity...P-please take my life… for this offense… Lord Momon... "

Her limbs lost feeling and she fell on her back, starting to spasm from the lack of oxygen as her lungs couldn't fully draw breath due to her organs getting squished. The falling motion caused the meat pole to start sliding out… only for it to be caught by the 'final gate' it had broken, and in turn caused the meat pole to be solidly stuck inside her. She knew that the death-grip was so hard that if 'it' was forcibly removed it'd drag Rossweisse's womb with it.

The wobbling of her body caused the 'thing' to rub her body's internals again, crushing her insides and robbing Rossweisse of air as her body refused to cooperate with her.

"Bhueh." Rossweisse's vision left her in an explosion of stars and she only vaguely felt her backwards-fall turn to forwards-fall... and then a pair of solid arms tied themselves around her back in a comforting manner as she fell on top of a solid male chest.

She knew who had caught her fall, and had embraced her in a warm, loving hug. 'L-lord Momon… to comfort someone like me... '

The image of a career-ruined, now-worthless, broken-bodied and discarded valkyrie getting picked up by a gallant, gentle hero with a successful career, bright future and handsome features flashed by Rossweisse's mind before her mind failed her and she lost consciousness.

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"Alright." Momonga nodded to himself as he hugged the unconscious body so it wouldn't hit anything. "This was unexpected."

[Emotion Suppression] agreed, at least as far as a basic racial ability could, as it worked to calm Momonga down.

All the while Rossweisse was unconscious and choking on something while speared hilt-deep with Momonga's host body's 'thing', which had grown in size due to the entire body's growth-spurt during the Rating Game against Serafall.

'Hold on, Rossweisse teleported on top of me, then slammed herself down on my, umu, and told me that she was my diplomatic liaison towards Norse Gods? That means… did Odin realize who I really was since they are setting up diplomatic channels between myself and them, instead of making one between 'Lord Phenix' or one of the Underworld's bigwigs?' Momonga through furiously. 'And by doing this, does that mean Odin is planning on creating a diplomatic incident by having Rossweisse do this and then accusing me of taking Rossweisse against her will and then killing her, and then using that as casus belli to declare blood feud or some such to bring the Norse Pantheon on top of my head? She seems to be choking... '

"Momon! She- uh- what- er- she's choking? I think?" Rias seemed to snap out of the stupor first and tried to pull the white-haired woman off of Momonga, but even with the Queen Piece's impressive strength, was struggling as the white-haired woman's internals seemed to hold onto the meat rod with incredible force.

'...Well, that settles that. Odin must have placed some charm on her that makes her unable to let go of me, and she's choking because of some magical effect he placed on her, which would time her death perfectly. In other words, he sent her to be 'raped and die', which means he likely has an observation spell or some such to record what happens to her, and he'll likely tamper the recording to cut the start out to make it look like it was my fault.' Momonga congratulated the old man he had met in the party mentally for his cunning plan for smearing Momonga and robbing him of allies in the Underworld while also making Norse Gods' aggression towards him justified- all in a single move. 'However, since he ditched her during the party I can claim he was negligent towards her, and use his presence in the engagement ceremony as a excuse to claim that he attempted to interfere with my business, and that way claim that he didn't care about her but rather sent her intentionally to die, and then claim she was sent to smear me for discovering him infiltrating my party.'

The plan started to form as he realized that the Norse God had started to act against him by trying to remove Momonga's allies. 'Moreover, if I manage to get Rossweisse to agree with me I'll be in safe waters, since that removes all legitimacy from Odin's claim… but I'm certain that Odin expects me to use mind control or some such to alter her opinion, and has likely bugged her so that any attempt to tamper her would show in whatever he uses to record me, which would tip my winning hand into my complete loss…'

"Cool plan, ma hombre, but she's still stuck to you and by the looks of it, choking at an alarming rate due to having a panic attack while the shock seems to be forcing her to hold her breath…" Ddraig noted.

'I'm getting to it. I need to form a plan of action first- I need to be strategic with this.'Momonga noted, getting a bit paranoid by the interference of the Norse Gods. 'I should probably heal Rossweisse before she dies, and see if I can relax her with [Weaken] to pull out… Afterwards I can just comfort her since Odin doesn't seem to value her too highly, and hopefully eventually adjust her opinions to my side, and any claims Odin makes that I killed her will turn him into a liar when I bring her out and she's alive… Assuming she isn't a fanatical follower who is also a master liar. I'll be out of traditional options if that's the case, and I'll have to see about arranging an accident through my summons to deal with the situation so I can pin it on 'the Supreme Being'.'

Rossweisse's unconscious body was coughed spittle and white foam as Rias tried tugging the girl off Momonga to save her, which had managed to tear the white-haired woman's dress nicely, but hadn't done much to actually pull the woman off him.

Momonga used the commotion to slide in his anti-divination ring to his finger, as he knew Odin would be observing them right now in some unknown way, but didn't activate his anti-divination counter-kill spells as the retaliation could probably be twisted into Momonga attempting to assassinate Odin if triggered. After all, Odin would likely try to record Rossweisse's death so he could use it as casus belli to move against Momonga in official capacity. However, the ring alone should be enough to block most forms of divination- and the ones who could get through the ring would give Momonga a lot of valuable information about Odin's capabilities.

Thus, as Odin would likely be unable to see Rossweisse's 'death' and seeing the last-moment state she had been in before the anti-divination ring was equipped, the chances are the god would come to the conclusion Momonga had killed her- and he could reveal Rossweisse being alive when Odin confronted him, and in doing so turn tables on the Norse God.

Momonga glanced to the side to see Ravel whispering something to Sona who looked to be in roughly the same state as Rossweisse, the choking notwithstanding.

"Rias, dear, could I ask you to stop that? I think that's making things worse." Momonga placed his hand on Rias's as the last tug caused the white-haired woman to lift quite a bit off Momonga's hips, and Momonga could feel that something had stuck tight onto his 'flagpole' inside the woman, which meant that if Rias actually managed to drag her off, she'd also probably drag Rossweisse's insides out of her. 'Was that also part of Odin's plan?'

Rossweisse let out one last hoarse cough and slumped down against Momonga's chest like a corpse, then began spasming uncontrollably and tightening to incredible levels that practically forced the meat pole to launch a jet of sticky stuff directly into her depths while Momonga's fleshy body drew a deep breath from the sudden feeling- albeit the death-grip around the meat was so powerful that it didn't allow even slightest drop to escape, causing the white-haired girl's stomach to inflate a tiny bit as the whole load was deposited into her.

"Argh! Just- what- I thought- Graaah!" Rias seemed to lose it as Rossweisse's body relaxed finally, albeit in a way that wasn't good for Rias's mental state. "What is going on here?! Momon! That girl- Rossweisse, was that? What is she doing here? What is she doing?! Is- is she dead?"

"It seems that Norse Gods have chosen to move against us. I think this was their attempt to smear me by sending her deliberately with the intention of either dying or, well, doing this and smearing my reputation." Momonga told Rias and her eyes widened in realization. "I don't think Rossweisse-san is dead though… I can feel her breathing weakly. [Weaken]."

The woman's relaxed state turned into a completely noddle-like one as the spell hit the already-weakened woman whose defences would likely be down due to her unconscious and near-death state, allowing the spell to pierce her possible protections.

Without skipping a beat Momonga nabbed a YGGDRASIL healing potion from his inventory, cloaking the act by seemingly drawing it from beside the bed since Sona hadn't been told of his ability, and poured the potion down the woman's throat which in turn allowed her to breathe easier while healthy hue returned to her cheeks 'Hm… The loss of the potion is acceptable, I think, since she would have suffered some damage from the whole thing and I need her to be in tip-top shape... Anyway, that just leaves the possible rape-allegations, which I hope I can dismiss if I talk to her, not to mention I can probably leverage Rias and the others as testifiers. They are daughters of high-ranking Underworld families so their word should have more legitimacy than Rossweisse's anyway… I can't stop the Norse Pantheons from believing Rossweisse over them though.'

The fact Odin had seeked Momon out specifically, and then realized who he was if the sudden hostility was anything to go by, and had created a plan specifically to counter his growing influence made Momonga realize a horrifying possibility. 'What if… what if Odin is a player from YGGDRASIL?'

"Have you considered the possibility that all this is a coincidence?" Ddraig noted. "Also, I'm fairly sure Odin guards the tree of Yggdrasil, or something… I'm not sure what's going on in Norse pantheons, we haven't gotten too well along anyway. When I was stuck in Wales for a while the Norse would come over and talk mad shit and then run away when I breathed fire on them, so that might have something to do with that too… Player?"

'As in major player' Momonga dodged, just in case. '...I'll have to inform my summons. This might get bad. Norse Pantheon might have more Players... And since there's no limit to growth here, their strength might have grown to insane levels… '

"Last I fought them the Norse Gods weren't all too strong, in comparison to some other pantheons anyway. They have some really big hitters like Thor or Odin, but are mostly composed of second-hand stuff like Valkyries and dead viking heroes…"Ddraig scoffed. "Although, granted, it's been thousands of years since we actually fought, so that might have changed… Likely for worse, since unlike dragons, most pantheons are linked with humanity in some way and if the faith in them wanes, so does their power."

'I recall that you got your snout bashed in by Thor when he came to challenge you in both of your prime?' Momonga drew from the memories he had read from Ddraig. 'That guy seemed quite impressive, although outside the hammer the equipment isn't anything to write home about…'

"I was napping and he just came to whack me, and I recall I tossed his sorry ass to outer space for it." Ddraig fumed. "Besides, don't you have more pressing issues than talking about the condition of my snout?"

'Good point.' Momonga returned to reality from the momentary strategy conference and turned to look at his fiancees. "Right, I'm sorry but it looks like resting will have to wait for a bit."

"Haa… me and my big thoughts… I already managed to think that today wouldn't contain any more crazy events…" Rias groaned, then paused. "No, actually, now I believe that this day, er, night will contain multiple earth-shattering events of grand importance that force us to act."

Momonga wondered for a while what Rias was saying and then sighed. "I'm not sure coincidences and causality are affected by reverse psychology, but I feel the same."

He then moved the noodle-like white-haired woman to the side. "Any ideas what we should do with Rossweisse-san?"

"She still has another unviolated hole." Ravel's suggestion did not help Rias's mood, that much was clear.

"...Right, glossing over that, what should we do? Also, Ravel, I recall saying something about your chuuni…" Momonga groaned at the blonde-haired girl's words.

"A-ah! I-it's not like I'd want you to watch you push your huge, disgusting veiny thinginto that woman's supple, soft body and hear her screams as it breaks her utterly…"

"...I regret everything." Rias wobbled on the spot. "I wanted my engagement ceremony to be a romantic event… And the night afterwards to be something to remember until my dying day… Well, I'm not going to forget this, but not for the reasons I wanted..."

"Me too." Momonga consoled the girl and stroked her back, causing her to relent and instead lean against his side in a tired manner.

Ravel crawled over Rossweisse's unconscious but still breathing body to do the same, pulling Sona along and the black-haired girl flopped over next to Momonga. Sona seemed to still be in shock from the white-haired woman suddenly materializing in front of her and jumping on the grenade, so to speak, in her stead.

"We can just go at it until Rossweisse-chan wakes up…" Ravel purred while she moved Momonga's hand between her thighs and squeezed them together. "If you want to… I, of course, will do it because protocol demands it… but if you want to do it again, and again, and again then I can only say 'yes', but it's not because I like you, b-baka…"

"...I think some immediate damage control is necessary when Rossweisse-san wakes up. But I suppose we have until then." Momonga noted. "Let's just move her to the side-bed I made. I don't think she needs to visit the infirmary or anything…"

"My lord, I have new developments I need to inform you about…" the voice of the disguised Overlord Wiseman came to Momonga's thoughts through [Message].

'Ddraig, answer him in my stead.'

"Moshi moshi, this is Momon-sama's automatic answering dragon. Please state your emergency."

'M-my lord? I… Ah, I understand. You are being observed. Ahem, Sirzechs Lucifer sends word that Lord Odin of Norse Pantheon wishes to send a girl called 'Rossweisse', a valkyrie, to your service as diplomatic liaison for indefinite time if you wish to take her in that role, however he understands if you refuse. Moreover Lord Odin wishes to send her to you as… the term he used was 'servant', but I take that he meant 'slave', to constitute an apology for intruding on your engagement ceremony.'

"Ping-pong, message is received and shall be sent forward to Momon-sama with utmost urgency."

'Ddraig…' Momonga sighed at the dragon's antics. 'Well, that means that Odin was definitely watching. However, both of those concessions refer to Rossweisse being alive, instead of her being dead… Because the message arrived just now, and I don't believe the Wiseman would have delayed informing me, Odin knows Rossweisse isn't dead and by saying that 'he understands if I refuse her as diplomatic liaison' is indirectly hinting that her condition is of no importance to him, or rather, that my action to counter his was useless in the end. Therefore I can assume he has a way of piercing through my anti-divination measures, which would require a Super-tier divination spell… In other words, it confirms he's a Player.'

His hands were starting to itch in a familiar way, like they used to in anticipation of a huge PvP battle, but quelled the urge for now as he had only a third of his Mana. In other words, if Odin attacked, he'd likely lose. 'He's either toying with me, or knows about mana regeneration tools of this world and assumes I've topped myself off already… In other words, he saw the Rating Game, instantly recognized me to be a Player, and went to confirm it… and now is letting me know what the pecking order is.'

'I'll have to re-read 'PK'ing for Dummies' at this rate… Such an elementary mistake to make...' Momonga sighed at his own carelessness and made a vow to keep his guard up better in the future.

He ignored how Ddraig had somehow produced a massive sign that read 'Maybe it was a massive coincidence?' and was walking around in Momonga's mental dust-flat with the sign almost as if the dragon was protesting.

Instead Momonga lifted and moved Rossweisse to a guest bed he had prepared for Sona, checked that the crumpled, stained and torn dress she wore wasn't a item of importance with [Appraisal Magic Item] and finding that it was just a dress was just a regular dress made from Underworld's materials.

And so he used [Break Item] on it to remove it, as he figured that the clothing was too far gone after Rias's handling, and Rossweisse would be more comfortable sleeping in pajamas or something..

"Ooh…" Rias seemed to be glad to see the dress-breaking for some reason. "Hehe… I knew it…"

'What is she on about…' Momonga sighed as he focused on Rossweisse again to use [Create Item] and make a comfortable pajama on her and tuck her into the bed. 'I think she'll be out of action for a long while, considering that she has already been exposed to Negative Energy today, and with the shock she was in and [Weaken] further sapping her strength…'

Sona seemed to have passed out completely at some point and Momonga didn't really want to wake her up, so he instead crawled back into the bed, grabbed Ravel by her hips, and moved onto fulfilling his duty despite the girl's verbal objections. Mostly because she gave physical consent by rubbing herself on him and generally acting in a consenting manner.

"Hgiii… Ahii… Nooo~ gross~" Ravel moaned in joy and shivered as she was pushed against the soft bed and the schlong was inserted into the already-lubricated socket. "Don't come inside~ That'd be super bad~"

"And you're back at it? Like that?" Rias shook her head, glanced at the two unconscious girls in the room, and then shook her head. "You know what, I give up. I surrender. I don't care anymore. Screw public relations between Underworld and Norse Pantheon. Ravel, make space."

"Hehe…" Ravel chuckled as Rias snuggled beside Ravel and began kissing and stroking Momonga. He shrugged and then he pushed himself into the bed-facing blonde girl and pulled back rhythmically, filling her hole entirely with each thrust but not shoving the entire thing in as the newly-grown thing probably wouldn't fit comfortably. "So gentle~ I hope you won't turn into a raging beast and destroy my constantly regenerating body~"

'Oh… Well, I suppose I should have guessed Ravel's in the 'harder' category as well, the same as Yubelluna, considering her family's specific abilities… At least she's not into rougher stuff than that. I heard that there were some really messed-up underground 'displays' in the shadier-than-normal places… all the way back then… Low-social rank girls getting disassembled for the audience and so on...' Momonga shook the memories of neo-japan out of his head before Ddraig could get too good of a glance at it, then pushed Ravel's head against the bed and shoved the entire thing in, causing Ravel's long and loud groan to be muffled against the bedsheets.

Rias seemed to be surprised by the sudden forcefulness and pulled back, staring at the interaction with wide eyes.

"Ahe- ahiii… It hurts so bad~ noo~ I hate this~... Ehe…" Ravel pushed her hips against his with all her might, trying to drive the thing deeper despite it already being so deep it was likely rearranging her internals as it had penetrated the final gate and pushed the girl's womb against her stomach in a way that seriously bulged her stomach. "Ohe- hursh so baad~... Ghuh! I cangh… bweathe… hooorh... buhiiiii…. Nooo~"

'...I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with Ravel being a huge masochistic pervert, but I suppose I shouldn't kink-shame.' Momonga pulled back, remembering Peroroncino's ramblings about various subjects. And the backstory the bird-brained pervert had given to his NPC, and which Momonga had read once out of curiosity. And had regretted doing so.

'Ah well, you win some, you lose some.' He sighed mentally while pausing the brutal meat-stabbing to hug Ravel in what he hoped to be a gentle and compassionate way while she lay on her stomach in the bed. Momonga pressed his fleshy body against her back, followed by a slow kiss after he turned the girl's face towards him.

"Aheeee... Nooooo! You can't do that…. That's cheating… From rough to so gentle~" Ravel seemed to suffer a massive whiplash from the change in mood as Momonga let her take some air and used the time to nibble the nape of her neck and kiss her shoulder. "I'm going to fall for you for real if you do that~"

Momonga spotted his opportunity and turned Ravel so she faced him, drawing a moan from her as the 'thing' made a drilling motion inside her body due to the movement. And then moved in to cuddle and kiss her while keeping almost the whole 'thing' inside her body like he had done with Rias.

"Mwhaa… nooo~ It's too cruel~" Ravel got the words past his lips, albeit with a mushed and muted tone, and even more so as Momonga moved to pin her down with his body which pressed her head against his chest. "Ahiii… I'm going to fall… nooo~... deeper… yesh… Ahii! It's- it's… going to… crush me..."

The girl's intensifying fidgeting and squirming was followed by her getting speared to the hilt, and then thoroughly filled while she was pinned under the now almost six-and-half foot tall body. The fact Ravel had leg-locked her hips against his with almost a desperate grip meant that the girl was likely really feeling the act.

'Getting close…' Momonga was starting to get excited as he pulled himself off Ravel to see that her eyes had rolled to the back of her head and she was lying limply while twitching and squirming and her legs were spread open, the sticky white stuff flowing out of her like a small river. 'Hm, mana potions... '

He pulled a pack from his Inventory and started chugging them, pausing to pour one down Ravel's throat as the girl opened her mouth in an obedient way, and then honed in on Rias, who jumped a bit from the sudden attention.

Momonga looked down to see that Rias had been touching herself while looking at his and Ravel's interaction, shrugged, and gave the girl a can as well.

"...This is going to get pretty wild, isn't it?" Rias sighed, then shrugged, and drank the whole thing in one go. "Let's go! I'm not losing to Ravel!"

"B-bring it onh…" Ravel lifted a middle-finger at Rias, flopped on her stomach, then lifted her butt towards Momonga and spread the cheeks at him. "More"

Momonga obliged, and noted that Ravel had gained quite the interesting expression as he moved into the hole provided, spearing Ravel's internal organs through the rear entrance.

"No- ooooh… Nooo~ Momon-samaa took my butt's virginity~…" Ravel moaned and then gasped desperately for air as he went from gentle push to a piston engine, figuring that the girl actually liked the latter more than the former. The act also meant her voice turned into a clipped, breathless mess. "No- momh- your- daughter- is- getting- ruineeedd and mooldeed… I cant- get- pleasure- from- any… Ooother ddiiiicckk… anymooree..."

The girl's fidgeting and half-hearted attempts to crawl away were just causing the act to become rougher until Momonga turned Ravel to face him again and put both of his hands on her throat, gripping tightly and causing Ravel's eyes to roll up on her head while white foam started to flow from the sides of her mouth. "Brugh- Oogh- Buhii… Canfh… bweathe… so gooosh… feels so goodd... hnguuuuh… yeesshhh..."

'Uh… I hope this is alright…' Momonga gripped her throat tighter while he cast a quick and silent [Detect Life] just to make sure Ravel wasn't in any danger, found out that her [Regeneration] was keeping her in full health, and figured that he could go along with the girl's kinks as it didn't really engander her life. 'Well, since this gives a steady flow of experience I think she actually enjoys this…'

"Bghu!" Ravel's body tightened as Momonga switched holes, shoving the meat into her body and womb with enough strength to lift her butt off the sheets and cause her breasts to jiggle. "Ngh… hooo…"

The girl's spasming and choking was followed by an incredible increase in her tightness and she was rewarded by a jet of sticky stuff flooding into her deepest reaches. Ravel went completely limp immediately afterwards, her pale face was motionless and eyes vacant while there was white foam gathering on the side of her mouth. The limp state, however, allowed Momonga to easily extract his meat from the girl's insides.

"D-dying is the best…" Ravel gasped as she bounced back due to [Regeneration] and stroked the thoroughly marinated meat that rested against her stomach while she recovered. "H-hurgh… I love you... my dark master… Haha… let's do this together with mom next time..."

'..It may be just her chuuni, but… I'm starting to think that she might actually… mean that? After all, I planned to reveal myself to her to make her a mockingbird, but... 'Momonga was feeling a bit paranoid, yet at the same time… a bit taken back. 'And she still says that? Is she lying, or could it be that… umu…'

"I love you too, Ravel…" Momonga went for all-or-nothing and told the girl a half-lie because the situation was starting to affect the side of him that was Suzuki Satoru, while his 'Momonga' side recognized the benefits of reinforcing Ravel's loyalty.

"Ahi… A truth? Or only a half-lie?" Ravel's eyes locked with his.

'She- she can see through my lies? Has she seen through them all the time?!'Momonga paused mentally, then realized something. 'And… despite what happened to her, she's still choosing to stick with me? What- why? C-could it be… that she really loves me- that is, not 'Momon', or 'Issei', but 'Momonga'? Or is it something else?'

"'Tis elementary, dear watson…" Ddraig seemed to make a cryptic point while waving its taloned finger in the air of Momonga's mental world. "You are merely blind. But to the truth or the lie, is the question."

The realization took roughly two seconds, and Momonga moved to place a kiss on the girl's temple. 'This… this might develop into something… That she doesn't seem to hate me, even though what happened to her... Is… this might be the first time something like this has happened… I think I like it… I'll have to be a bit careful though, just in case...'

In truth, the possibility of having a real lover, someone who saw not his facade or what they thought they saw, but rather his true self, was making all sorts of 'butterflies' fly in Momonga's stomach. And then the [Emotion Suppression] ruined it. 'I'll just have to gradually ease her into it. I started with Gasper already because he's a half-vampire and thus has a natural affinity towards the undead, but it seems Ravel managed to piece a lot of facts together already yet hasn't really moved against me… Which makes me wonder, how much do the others know? Or the Maous?'

"Yep. I love you." Momonga finally answered Ravel's 'question', causing her eyes to widen even further, and then her to let out a dark chuckle followed by a lighter chuckle.

"Ahi… ahahaa… I… I did not expect that… That… haha… My dark master..." Ravel seemed to compose herself and opened her legs at him while spreading the lower lips with her fingers to show a steady stream of thick stuff flowing from her. "In that case… Mark me as yours, more, further, deeper, so that I can't escape, that I can't betray you, that no-one else can even make me shiver like you do, much less give me pleasure… So that my body and soul only react to you and you alone… My dark lord..."

He nodded and stroked the length of the wood against her lower lips.

"Ngh…" a whine came from the side and Momonga glanced at Rias who looked like she was a bit hurt from Momonga's reaction to Ravel's words. "Ravel-chaaan… you're saying all sorts of weird things again…"

"Rias-chan will soon experience the same… Sans the dying… Or perhaps he'll bring you back too… Ehe?" Ravel put her finger on her lips as if contemplating, then shook her head. "O-oh, I mean, Rias-chan can go next, I definitely don't want to be utterly ruined by this mind-shattering meat rod~… no, definitely not~"

"In that case, let's call it a time-out." Momonga kissed Ravel on the lips gently, causing her to moan to the kiss and start touching herself, and then he moved on to put the veiny pole against Rias's breasts.

"Ah? I… well, here we go." Rias nodded resolutely and began stroking the meat with the fun-bags, smearing her body with the scent of it and causing the sticky marinade to coat her stomach and breasts. "It's so slicky… Ah, I haven't actually tasted it… slurp? Oh, it's sweet..."

"It's so gross~" Ravel giggled from the side while she moved some of the goo that had escaped her lower lips to her mouth, sucking on her own fingers as if the white stuff was the most delicious treat she had tasted.

The rod between Rias's breasts hardened even further from the sight.

Rias let a 'oh no' sound from seeing the pole harden so much, and then it plunged down her throat as if the hole was a flesh-toy. "Mmgh! Hmbgh!"

"Aha, Rias's throat was a virgin~ but not anymore~" Ravel sing-songed as she crawled over to push Rias's head to the hilt of Momonga's sword, causing bubbles of spit to form around the red-head's nostrils and mouth. "Yes, break her too… I- I mean, I'm sure she's as grossed out by that oversized, dumb meat-sword as I am!"

"Mhghg…" Rias seemed to agree, at least as far as her patting Momonga's thighs in panic went.

'Oh, right… Rias was more into 'gentle' than 'hard'... Oops.' He changed the pace and pulled back so Rias could breathe while the deep-throating turned to her nibbling on the tip.

"...I thought I was going to choke…" Rias grumbled as she bit on the meat a bit, making Momonga thank [Emotion Suppression] having the added bonus of numbing the emotional part of pain so he felt it, acknowledged it, but wasn't disabled by it.

"Sorry." Momonga moved so he was face-to-face with the girl and kissed her, causing her complaints to turn to soft murmurs. "Please forgive me?"

"S-sure…" Rias seemed a bit dazed as he pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. And then the two pairs of lips connected again in full contact. "Mhph… That's… better... "

"So gentle~ I want that too~" Ravel mumbled from the side and Momonga moved to kiss her gently as well, causing her to moan into the kiss. Mostly because he used the chance to stick a finger in her lower portions and start to stroke her insides. "So sneaky~ ahn... "

'Getting closer…' Momonga plopped the meat against Rias's stomach, causing her breathing to quicken, and then slid the length inside her as she lay on her back in the bed with Ravel crawling beside her and holding her in place.

"I-it's… doesn't fit anymore…" Rias mumbled to Momonga's shoulder as she hugged him. He nodded and moved in a slow rhythm, matching it with her breathing, and she tied her legs around his hips in response. "That feels… nice…"

Momonga got an idea and lifted himself to a sitting position with Rias on his lap. "I'm going to put it in fully."

"Nghu!" Rias twiched and hugged him with a desperate grip after sneaking a glance at Ravel. "I… I can do it… put it in…"

"Ghyaa!" The red-head seemed to lose consciousness for a while as the meat entered her fully, causing her belly to bulge. "It… I can take… it…"

'I see… she feels competitive because of Ravel. But Rias doesn't have [Regeneration] nor is she masochistic… I should take that into account…' Momonga was starting to feel a bit impatient as he noticed the experience-rate trickling down, so instead of doing what he did with Ravel he moved on to kissing Rias in a hungry, impatient way that took the red-head by surprise by the intensity.

Then he propped her up so that the meat didn't pierce her entirely, allowing her some breathing space while the two bodies rubbed together in a way that could be called intense cuddling- Something which seemed to hit Rias's triggers. "Mhaa… feels… goodh…"

It took roughly ten minutes for her to reach her limit and Rias flopped down on top of Ravel with a small river of sticky stuff flowing from between her legs, much like the blonde girl did under her.

'My technically infinite stamina from my underlying undead nature, [Regeneration] from the scroll and the potions work wonders for this kind of thing…' Momonga nodded while the wobbly bits downstairs were still raring to go. 'Just a bit more…'

However, it looked like both of his willing fiancees were out of action, so Momonga contemplated paying a visit to the other girls in his current mess of a relationship… and discovered that Sona had woken up and was cradling a tantric energy booster can.

"Ah, greetings. How are you feeling, Sona-san?" Momonga decided that showing worry would be good for her mental state, so he moved to sit beside her. "That, umu, is a…"

"I know what it is… I've watched television in the Underworld…" Sona seemed to be distracting herself. "So… are you going to kill me too?"

"Ah? No, Ravel was, just, um, she had a kink." Momonga nodded to her. "Don't worry, if you don't feel like this then you can just go back to sleep."

"Aha… and you'll go somewhere else to deal with that?" Sona glanced at the thing that stood upright. "... I can't allow that… I won't allow you to violate my Peerage- sniff… calm down, Sona… I can do this…"

She seemed to stabilize herself for a moment, then closed her eyes, opened the can and drank it in one go. "U-ugh… I've always hated mango…"

"Ahem, I have some in strawberry, chocolate, pineapple and apple flavors… Moreover, I wasn't planning on going to your Peerage, what made you think that?" Momonga sweatdropped a bit, then more as he realized what he was describing. 'Come to think of it, does the booster also affect the taste of 'that'? Knowing this place… I'm pretty sure it does…'

He took the hint and grabbed a strawberry-flavored booster, drank it, and then offered another to Sona who took it.

"Strawberry? Better… I suppose…" She wobbled a bit from side to side as she drank it, gulped as she looked at the pole, and finally reached for it. "I… ahem… should probably..."

'Right, this isn't going anywhere… Although, since Sona seems to be new to this whole thing… so unless I want Serafall to grow wrathful I should take this slow.'Momonga reached to push Sona against the bed. "If you want me to stop, just tell me so. I'll promise I'll stop."

Sona hiccupped and shook her head. "Ha… And you don't even bother pulling the trigger, instead handing the gun to me and telling me to do it myself?"

"I don't know what you're saying." Momonga was honest for once.

"Don't pretend you don't know." Sona looked angry, then drew a breath in. "A-ah, my… my deepest apologies. I… understand. I didn't mean to show anger, please forgive me."

'Haa… Another difficult case.' Momonga sighed. 'Ddraig? Any advise?'

"Dunno." Ddraig shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not an expert on relationships."

'I recall you saying that you could teach me to talk to girls, when we first met?'

"You're talking to her alright. Never promised that I'd teach you how to seduce every girl you meet."

'Point, I suppose…' Momonga shook his head. "It's alright. It seems that you've gotten a bit… skewed image of me. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Sheesh, that makes me feel like some sort of low-life, that I even need to make that promise. Besides, I'm pretty much in the same situation as you, that is Lord Phenix and your parents making an engagement deal without considering my opinion."

Sona sighed. "I...see. That makes sense, I suppose…"

"...You know, you don't have to walk on eggshells around me. Listen, since this whole thing came so suddenly then how about I find a bed for you, like Rossweisse over there, and then… Well, I promise I'll take good care of you and your Peerage if you choose to stick with me." Momonga tried to go half-way with her, only for Sona to grip the flesh pole midway though.

"Please don't... " Sona breathed out. Momonga noted that she had a faint tint on her cheeks, which was likely from the alcohol she had consumed, and her eyes were a bit hazy, which he guessed to be from the tantric energy boosters. "I'll… accept my responsibilities…"

Momonga sighed. 'Well, I'll need to be extra careful with this one… If I treat her too harshly I'll draw Serafall's ire…'

He vaguely recalled Serafall's threats and grabbed Sona's hips, causing the girl to flinch, and then plopped her butt against his face. 'I suppose I can experiment with this as well…'

Sona almost screamed but managed to hold herself back as Momonga lied on his back on the bed while the lithe girl was sitting on top of his face, and he was seeing if he could do to Sona what Ravel had done to him, that was, using his tongue in all sorts of lewd ways. 'Hm, it seems the potions do work in flavor-changing ways… Strawberry and mango, right? I'm not sure how the llavors go since I've only tasted their synthetic counterparts… Come to think of it, I should consider procuring some real fruits… As Suzuki Satoru I didn't really have a chance to eat anything tasty, and as Momonga I was unable to… Well, I suppose this makes up a good substitute. Strawberry is pretty tasty…''

It looked like Sona was feeling the licking quite a bit as Momonga's fleshy lips and tongue licked and gouged at her insides, coaxing more of the sweet-flavored liquids out of her.

"Hn- kyaah!" Sona placed her hands on Momonga's stomach while she tried and failed to keep her voice in check. "T-that… is… s-stop…"

Momonga stopped as soon as the word left her lips, causing her to freeze still.

"I-I'm sorry, please continue…" Sona gripped Momonga's stomach desperately, seemed to hesitate for a moment and then Momonga felt a pair of lips kiss the top of his meat pole. "Hnngg…"

'Well… This isn't optimal, but still not bad…' Momonga sighed into the girl's privates on his face, causing Sona to shiver. In fear, Momonga guessed, and not in pleasure. 'Right, it looks like I approached the situation the wrong way… She's scared of not doing it with me. I guess in that case the best way to make her relax is to just do 'it' and then tell her that she did good… I'm guessing that her mother is pressuring her quite a bit, or 'Lord Phenix' went and said something unnecessary. Or she's trying to bait me so Serafall goes ballistic with me, as I recall her saying that she needed to give her consent before Sona could have sex… which seems quite controlling and oppressive, now that I think about it.'

He pushed his tongue deeper into the girl's privates, licking and sucking on them and causing Sona to wiggle her butt on his face from the feeling. Then her legs clenched around his face, and a flood of the sweet-tasting liquid washed over Momonga's face, accompanied by a muted howl from the black-haired girl. 'It looks like the boosters are doing their job… Good.'

Sona slumped on top of his stomach, limp and powerless after the experience.

'She should be loosened enough now, at least to the point that she won't break like Ravel…' He flipped the girl over so she lay on her stomach on top of him and her face was against his shoulder, and started to slide the meat into her waiting lower lips that parted to let the tip in.

Sona breathed in, whacked the bed a couple of times in panic, and then froze up completely.

"Take it… mwhm… easy on Sona-chan…" Rias's weak voice entered Momonga's ears and he felt a pair of lips kiss and stroke the meat down below as it slowly entered Sona to half-shaft. "Ravel and I… mwah… will take care of the lower half, so put just the tip in her…"

Momonga nodded at the girl's idea, and started to slowly thrust and pull out of the black-haired girl who had tightened to a fairly incredible degree as soon as she had realized that the object had entered her. 'Oh? With this… I might even…'

The slow, passionate thrusting continued for a while until Momonga pushed two thirds of the meat in her, causing the tip to kiss her innermost gates and causing Sona to gasp for air as her womb's entrance was touched while her body further tightened around the shaft.

"Is it unpleasant? Tell me honestly." Momonga told the girl, who seemed to be stuck between hammer and anvil for a while, before she shook her head in almost imperceivable way. 'Hm, good… In that case I can speed this up a bit…'

He continued the soft stroking until he felt his fleshy body start to reach the end of its endurance, and at the same time Sona looked much the same with her hair disheveled, face flushed, eyes unseeing but her expression showing that at some point she had started to feel true pleasure from the act. 'Hm, so she's in the 'gentler' category too… good.'

Momonga kissed Sona's temple, and she hugged him just minutely… and was rewarded as his fleshy body reached its climax and emptied whatever was left in his body to the girl, causing her to squirm as the hot stuff flooded her insides.

It seemed that the overflooding sticky stuff didn't go to waste, though, as Rias and Ravel were licking and kissing the part of the shaft that hadn't been in Sona, and were in position to start licking the stuff flooding out of the girl.

Momonga paid little attention to it, though, as he heard a 'ping', which sounded more like the gong of a huge bell inside his mind.

'Level one hundred… and one!' 'Momonga' danced in his mental-scape, arm-in-arm with Suzuki Satoru, while Ddraig suspiciously eyed a party-popper Momonga had imagined in its hand. 'General increase in stats! And space for one more job level, a spell slot, and a class level! let's goooo!'

[Emotion Suppression] ruined the overflowing joy from the event and brought him back to reality, making him realize that Sona had passed out on top of him.

"Ah… Hm… I think we should move on to getting some sleep…" Momonga told the girls as Rias and Ravel came to hug his sides and he planted a kiss on both girl's lips.

"Mhm... " Rias seemed to agree as she cuddled to his side, placed her head against his shoulder and seemingly fell asleep instantly.

"I wuw youu…" Ravel yawned and repeated Rias's example.

Momonga tossed a blanket over the trio, figuring that they could go take shower in the morning and change the bedsheets that had been ruined beyond any wash. 'I need to be tactical with this… Hm… what should I do with the open slots… heheee…'

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Lady Phenix wobbled in a side-room she had occupied.

The engagement party had proven to be too much for her, but she forced herself to go see her dear Ravel's gifting, and then mingled a bit with the mothers of the two other fiancee's who had sworn themselves to Momon. Afterwards Lady Phenix had retreated to her quarters, which she shared with her husband- or rather, ex-husband. She had poured herself a bath, changed herself to more comfortable clothes… but before she had managed to get into the bath she heard the quarter's main entrance open.

Lady Phenix had decided to go greet her ex-husband, and wonder if they could talk… only to see Momon and his fiancees come in, and in an instant she realized that Lord Phenix must have given them the quarters for the night they became fiance and fiancee's in both paper and in ritual, and she had hid herself in the side-room to think. After all, she knew her situation was... shaky at best, so she needed to approach all things in a careful, controlled manner lest she invite a disaster upon herself.

She considered just greeting them in the passing and leaving, but she realized that she had contracted herself to Momon as a mistress, and as such she might be asked to accompany him for the night… and also, if Momon decided to do something untoward to Ravel, she'd be in position to help her if she stayed and looked.

Lady Phenix decided that she could reasonably excuse her presence if she retreated to a side-room that Lord Phenix used for concubines, at least back when he had an active harem, and if she was discovered there then she could say that she had retreated to rest.

Fortunately the side-room had a two-way glass eye so she could spy on the happenings of the main bedroom, albeit with the downside that if someone came close enough to look into it then she'd be revealed also.

What she did not expect was seeing the trio of girls go to the bath, and then Momon started to apparently talk to himself while pacing around in the room after a rift opened and he pulled a pile of scrolls out, slid a ring on his finger, and then the scrolls burned while casting a vaguely nordic rune in the air.

Momon's speech turned to tinnitus afterwards, and Lady Phenix had to retreat as she started to feel weak and wobbly as well as getting the feeling that whatever was talked about was not something she needed to know. She realized that the effect was somehow magically induced as she did want to know what Momon was saying. 'Does he have a multi-personality disorder? And were those wards against spying? Odd… why'd he feel necessary to do that?'

She noted the oddness and figured that she would ask Rias about it, since the red-headed girl had been with the boy for the longest. Or at least been with Issei, but still she knew more about him than Lady Phenix did.

Lady Phenix resumed peeping as the trio of girls entered the room, and almost without a pause the four of them went at it… until a white-haired woman suddenly materialized in the middle of the group.

She had thought the woman to be an assassin and was about to jump in to snatch Ravel before she could be taken away again, but it seemed that Momon had the situation under control… even though his method was unorthodox at best.

The fact Momon had plopped the white-haired woman to a seperate bed nearby told Lady Phenix that the woman was likely not an attacker, but she swore to keep an eye on her just in case… but was forced to break out of that promise when Ravel's turn came in the bed, and Lady Phenix had to bite her dress to keep herself from jumping out of her hiding spot and choking the life out of Momon in turn for treating her dear daughter that way.

Not that she'd be able to do much, as the Rating Game had made their respective strengths well known. At best Lady Phenix would manage to injure herself trying to peel Momon off her dear daughter. However… The fact Ravel seemed to enjoy it kept her from jumping out.

The realization that Ravel was into choking and such caused Lady Phenix quite a bit of unease. 'It makes sense, I suppose, since she carries the blood of the Phoenix and thus she wasn't in any real danger… but…'

The rest of the act had caused Lady Phenix to become a bit wobbly as she witnessed it. 'Does he have infinite stamina or something? The technique is a bit crude, but… that… No, I can't be thinking like that. I may be his Mistress in paper, but that is only until I get this situation sorted out and find a time to remarry my husband…'

She resisted the urge to slap herself because there was a chance that the people in the bedroom would hear her, and instead went to sit on the bed in the side-room that the concubines would use. '...Did… Did Ravel say she'd want me to experience that too?'

She shook the idea before it could take root. 'No. I am faithful to my husband. Besides, he has those young girls to entertain him, there's no way he'd be interested in older women like me. I'll just need to talk to hubby, get this sorted out… We're all on edge. But tomorrow. That's for tomorrow…'

Lady Phenix sent a hateful look at the ceiling. 'And all this is the fault of that 'Supreme Being'... Oh how I hate, hate, hate that thing…'

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"Hmm… I should probably check up on Rossweisse soon. I imagine she's getting ready to go to Phenix territory. But I imagine it'll take her a day or two to get herself in position to introduce herself to Momon..." Odin wondered as he walked on a bridge that connected Underworld and Asgard by the way of a shimmering portal in the middle of the bridge, which could be changed to swap the connection from Asgard to other layered worlds. "Eh, she's a big girl. Come to think of it, I didn't ask her why she was delayed trying to get Sirzechs's attention... "

Odin shook his head. 'I shouldn't push my luck. We may have drawn Their attention too close already. I'll have to start observing the wards tomorrow after I get a report from Rossweisse that she's been accepted or refused to be part of 'Momon's retinue.'

The old Norse god shrugged as he walked into the portal. 'I hope the Valkyries won't nag me too hard for losing my retainer and having to request another one…'

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