6 Diced Chicken

"I'll get naked!"

Shouting with all the resignation and anger she could muster, the crimson haired girl didn't hesitate to rise and begin her swift undressing. Her movements were far from sensual but with her large… features, it still left a massive impact.

She was the same age as plenty of youth devils but her proportions were easily the greatest he had seen. Even Morgan fell flat when compared to her chest though the huge ass on that orca more than made up for it.

"I'm sure you've heard it before but you're pretty impulsive."

Intentionally ignoring her state of undress Noel decided to poke fun at something else. It was undeniable that one of the two choices needed to be picked—not even an idiot like Morgan would argue that—but that didn't mean they had to see each other. Magic was a wonderful thing, almost as much as a curtain would be right now.

"Just get naked already..,"

Plopping onto the couch Noel took an unhidden amusement to the way her ass rippled from the action and how her breasts jiggled. Truly, they were the breasts that represented the underworld. Captain America had a new rival.

"If you say so."

Letting his eyes linger for only a few seconds Noel rose as well, his hands immediately busying with his intricate upper body. Formal attire was always difficult to take off but Noel purposefully took his time, his long fingers slowly pulling every button.

"Can you hurry up?"

"One of us had to put on a show."

Unfortunately, Rias wasn't one to care for a bit of chest. Chuckling to himself Noel increased his speed with a little bit of magic. Teleporting the clothes on his body away he now stood in his birthday suit, his little brother dangling beneath him.

"Uh, are they all that big?"

Despite the underlying meaning of her words, Rias had completely pure intentions. She had a certain level of sexual knowledge instilled in her during her heir training but never had she seen the male genitalia in person.

It was quite a bit longer than Rias had expected—somewhere around the length of a ruler—with an impressive width. She would guess it was around the thickness of a water bottle. If she were to liken it to anything, perhaps a firehose would be the best fit. And it wasn't yet hard.

Interestingly, it had a very noticeable yet subtle scent to it. She wouldn't dream of comparing it to something as intense as soap but perhaps a mild candle would be sufficient. It was a scent that was slightly disgusting at first but quickly grew on her just as the heat within her loins grew with each breath.

"No, probably not." 

Noel himself wasn't sure—he didn't exactly compare with others—but at least Diodora and those in his past life couldn't compare to him. He was always large down below but that was dialed to eleven in this life.

"As much as I enjoy the attention, let's move on. I'm going to draw the next card."

Blushing up a storm at the accusation Rias coughed as Noel drew the next card. She couldn't imagine anything more embarrassing than what was already happening and there couldn't be too many cards—probably around fifteen at most. She'd be fine!

However, when the card arose her confident expression froze. Knowing her mother, the questions were ordered this way on purpose. That or some sort of magic spell was going on to make such a perfect scenario. The card was asking how attracted they were to one another.

"Physically I'm attracted to you. Not emotionally yet."

At that hopelessly blunt response, Rias was both happy and annoyed. On one hand, she was half that Noel didn't try to trick her but she was also annoyed that yet again her body had charmed somebody. Then again, seeing physical proof of that lust was pretty interesting.

"Same here."

Once he said it, Rias found it much easier to agree. She wouldn't go as far as to open her legs and reveal the moist garden hidden away but she didn't intend to lie to the point of something so basic. Realistically, even lust without love was a blessing most devils didn't get.

It was odd though since Riser was the same but different. He saw her as a bag of flesh, a hole to enjoy, and a trophy to display. At the very least, Noel seemed to treat her like a sentient being. Even if she ignored every other upgrade, that alone was worth the switch in engagement.

"I didn't take the illustrious Gremory heir to be interested in something so vulgar. How uncouth."

Even the elegance of his words couldn't conceal the smirk on his face, a smirk she found much more endearing now that she learned a bit more about the devil that was Noel Purson. He acted uncaring and probably was but deep down he was a caring man.

She had heard about him from her older brother and his opinion matched her own. The marriage between him and Morgan Forneus was practically unavoidable but nonetheless, even she could see the joy in the orca princess' eyes. That wasn't something you saw in what was supposed to be a loveless marriage.

Amaris Branwen didn't even need to be mentioned either. Noel had taken the initiative to save the young abused girl seemingly before he was even aware of her Longinus—something both her brother and Ajuka denied for reasons unknown to her so that point was doubtful. In any case, in an extremely short timeframe, he had helped that girl greatly.

Yes, he didn't care for social norms and it was undeniable that his actions against Diodora were over the top but she couldn't blame him. In fact, she'd claim that it was a good thing albeit she would never admit it out loud. Diodora was staunchly in the wrong and she didn't like him.

"And I never assumed the famous Noel Purson would be so attracted to mere breasts. It seems we've both learned new things today."

Pitting his words against Diodora against himself Rias couldn't help but smile, her hands cupping her sizable breasts and softly moving them. They were large despite her youth and she had no reservations in flaunting them. Not with him anyway.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Gremory. If anybody else were here you may be attacked."

The fact that she would be fine was irrelevant, his point certainly was prominent. She was, whether she liked it or not, a beautiful lady. She always received lust filled eyes even when simply walking let alone when doing such a provocative thing.

"That's a bold claim coming from somebody so proudly showing off their erection."

True to her words, Noel was sporting quite the pillar down below. It was much larger than it was soft in both width and length. It was somewhat imposing really but Rias also found herself attracted to it, her eyes gravitating to it every so often.

"A man can't control their body, you know. I can't help it if your promiscuous actions cause a reaction."

Shaking her head with a wry grin Rias moved on from the topic, one of her two hands dropping away from her breast to grab a card. The other continued playing with her breast but she wasn't sure if it was out of lust or a desire to see the full extent of Noel's growth.

"It seems we've surpassed my mother's expectations."

Chuckling with a smug grin Rias placed the card on the table. It was a simple inquiry regarding their specific targets of lust for one another but they had long since passed that stage. After all, Rias didn't exactly hide the hand sneaking between her thighs.

"I find your penis attractive. Its size, smell, and even the veins are all extremely arousing. Your abs are also really nice. I also like your scars. Your white hair is good too."

Unhesitatingly listing off all the things that made her thighs just a little bit more damp, Rias' breath came in short, hot bursts. Her fingers scraped away at her insides while Noel looked on in amusement. They were certainly developing quite quickly.

"My answer should be obvious enough so I'll take the punishment instead."

Whatever Rias expected Noel to say, it wasn't that. He wasn't lying when he said his answer was obvious—all of her body was a marvel—but she didn't expect him to deny her the chance to hear his praise.

Momentarily pausing her hands she brought her eyes to the punishment action she hadn't so much as spared a glance to. Immediately her mouth went wide and her jaw fell to the floor. In a normal situation, this would be horrible no matter how she looked at it but now she just missed a great opportunity to do exactly what she wanted right now.

"Excuse me."

Pushing her hand away Noel's fingers replaced her own in invading her tight snatch. The punishment was to caress the genitalia of the other party, a heaven sent chance that she had just missed out on in her excitement.

Moaning out she could feel herself constricting around his longer fingers that reached places she didn't even know existed. Her fingers were long and delicate, more than enough to pleasure herself. That was her opinion until she tasted the fingers of another.

The long digits of her partner were rough and calloused while his movements were fierce yet gentle. He was torturing her, always pushing her right to the brink but then giving her a moment of reprieve. She felt like putty in his hands, his fingers molding her into his desired shape.

"P-Please!"

If she was warm before, now she was positively on fire. She desperately wanted to grasp his warm rod, to feel even the slightest bit of its surface, to experience the prominent veins against her palm. And yet he denied her.

"Shh. Just relax. Only focus on my fingers."

Speaking to her gently Noel maintained the eye contact that he began at the very beginning. His eyes were so beautiful, so caring yet so cruel, it was everything she ever wanted in this moment. He was her executioner and her guardian.

Noel's delicate usage of the Evil Eyes of Illusions only furthered the pleasure she felt, her already sensitive body positively turned up to eleven. Each movement of his fingers felt like she was ascending to heaven and each twirl of his finger over her clitoris sent jolts of electricity through her body.

Liquid wet the couch and pooled onto the floor, so much of the sticky substance that it was reasonable to assume somebody had spilled an entire tea set onto the floor. Her mouth was wide open, her tongue hanging out limp as intelligent sounds escaped her lips.

"You look good like this."

Noel knew well that she couldn't hear him—her mind was completely empty of all but pleasure currently—but that didn't matter at all. She truly was extremely beautiful right now, like a rose blooming beautifully for just an instant.

Her lips flailing around garnered his attention quickly—only falling behind those heaving mountains—and if Noel wanted to make the Gremory clan pissed off at him he'd have taken those lips for himself. Devils fiercely protected their firsts and this was no exception.

'She's on the brink.'

Noticing the emptiness in her eyes and the slobber that caked her face and breasts Noel decided to bring an end to this. With one single movement, her body convulsed, her back arching until she was nearly a triangle.

Liquid shot from her snatch like a jet, even the couch he once sat on was soaked by the neverending stream of juice. Smirking he recalled his fingers from her depths and gave them to the princess of ruin to clean.

Lapping up her own juices instinctively Rias personified the idea of 'head empty' but Noel didn't mind in the slightest. It was extremely enticing and there was no way he'd be against that, not with somebody like Rias Gremory.

"That was more progress than I expected."

Noel declared to the empty room with a wry grin. His original goal was only to introduce himself and make an impression on somebody who he thought would be his temporary spouse. Now he wasn't so sure.

Regardless though, fingerbanging the Gremory heiress wasn't in his plans. Noel wasn't one to place immense importance on his libido but something about Rias made him all fire up. It was probably the succubus body and the kitten attitude but he didn't know for sure. 

Morgan and Amaris weren't far from Rias in terms of appearance—he'd even say those two may surpass her but he was biased—but maybe it was how he thought of them that separated them in his mind.

Morgan was something akin to a reliever to him while Amaris took the position of a steadfast partner in his mind. Rias on the other hand—due to both the anime and her mother's machinations—had a much more carnal place in his heart. Of course, with time he was sure that would change slightly for all three.

"I wonder if Morgan is done with her tour."

Absentmindedly talking to himself Noel removed all traces of their activities with a wave of his hand. The scent, stains, and even the lack of clothing were solved in an instant. It was a fairly simple problem to solve all things considered. Magic was wondrous like that.

"Probably not. It'd be a miracle if those two made it back within the week."

Chuckling to himself at the image of those running around together Noel suddenly felt as though something was going to go wrong. It wasn't an instinct but an assured fact, after all, he could see quite far with his eyes.

"Haa. Guess I'll have to buy another aquarium."

[𝐏𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫]

After many angry letters sent back and forth, the day had arrived. The highly anticipated battle between the Ashen Wolf and the Resplendent Phenex had arrived. Both were famous individuals, each with more power than the average devil youth and with enough bad attitude to fill an entire public school.

The battle was sure to be tense as the mysterious eyes of the Pursons fought against the bright flames of the Phenex. Both sides were surely tense, hurriedly making any last minute preparations and—!

"Go fish."

With an adorable smug grin, Morgan expertly controlled the extraordinarily difficult game of Go Fish, a game that she was undefeated in despite all the odds being stacked against her. She was a master of the game and nobody was her rival.

"Are we sure she isn't cheating?"

Rias asked with a solemn frown at the absolute disparity between Morgan and the three of them combined. Over the last month, she had seamlessly merged with their small group and this little game session was only one of many.

"She definitely is."

Amaris replied bluntly, all doubt of that fact lost months ago. Morgan was cheating, the question was how she was doing it. But that question didn't only apply to the orca princess with all of them cheating.

Amaris used a bit of mirror tricks to that end while Rias was gradually finding her own method. It actually made for half decent training which is probably why Ajuka offered it in the first place. All the secrecy forced them to think of ways to not only conceal their weaknesses but find those of the rest.

"Nuh uh! The fish just tell me!"

If it weren't for the orca tail swinging around behind her Morgan would be treated as a fool. It was one thing to understand the language of fish—it was difficult with the thousands of languages but possible—but for a drawing of a fish? That was a step too far.

"Believe it or not, she isn't lying."

Replying lazily Noel was—as he always was—difficult to understand. Ignoring his words Noel was the only one capable of winning against Morgan and in general, he always seemed to know something they didn't. It was like he was keeping a key point to himself while they floundered about in the dark. It was equal parts annoying and charming.

"What about you Noel? Are you cheating?"

Tilting her head cutely Morgan's innocent question attracted the attention of the other guests at the table. While it would be a stretch to say there was a clear hierarchy among them, it was obvious that among Noel's circle, Morgan was closest to him. If there was anyone who could get him to answer willingly, it was her.

"Obviously. If you can figure it out, I'll give you whatever you want."

Standing up and running his hand through Amaris' hair Noel quickly placed his hands safely in his pockets and began walking off. The time of his battle was quickly approaching though it was clear he was just leaving to leave a sense of mystery behind.

However, if he intended to create a competition between the three then he had definitely succeeded. All three had things they wanted from Noel and while Morgan wished for something sweet and wholesome the same wasn't true for Rias or Amaris. Rias simply wished for them to continue from where they left off a month ago but Amaris was a mystery.

"Kill him quickly okay~!"

Shouting something that made even Amaris turn her head Morgan wore a completely casual smile as she teetered back and forth like a pendulum. Simply nodding his head in response Noel made his way out of the room.

[𝐏𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐱 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐈𝐏 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡, 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞]

"I'm so worried!"

In the Purson clan booth, there were three people—two sitting down and the last standing behind them—that would be immediately recognizable to most. Although not as famous as the Underworld's kings, the three certainly had a reputation.

"Calm down Melaina. Noel will be fine."

Nicholas Purson, the Head of the family was the first to comfort his wife. Despite his sloth, even he couldn't help but crack a grin at his wife's needless worries. Although neither were overly involved in Noel's growth they both knew his power well.

"I know that. I'm worried about where Riser's soul is going to go!"

With the utmost sincerity, Melaina's response was certainly worrying. As the last member of the Bifrons clan—the clan in charge of guarding the Gate of the Dead—she was aptly titled the Gatekeeper. Her role led her to a more managerial position concerning devil deaths akin to the various Gods and Goddesses of the Dead.

"Does it matter? No matter what level he ends up in, you'll find him." 

Lazily replying to his wife Nicholas took a moment to overlook the arena. Unlike a rating game, this duel would take place in reality. It was most likely done to encourage visitors but Nicholas didn't care about that.

Ever since the Purson clan had taken in Cyrus they had been hated by the Phenex clans. In many ways, Cyrus was the Phenex clan's greatest shame and Nicholas had no thoughts of hiding the fact that he was sheltering that shame.

Adding on the generous benefits given to the Purson clan and Noel—the latter getting the most out of the arrangement—Nicholas found no reason to refuse. Of course, he wouldn't have minded even if it was just Noel's selfishness.

Nicholas Purson was an entirely logical person but he was still a person. In his youth, he had gone to great lengths for love and Noel seemed to be no different. The only real difference between the paths they walked seemed to be the fact that Noel was aiming for a harem where his father did not.

"He's the spitting image of you my liege."

The amused voice of Cyrus was unrequired, Nicholas had long since noticed his son taking the stage. Riser still wasn't present—probably another political ploy—but that didn't seem to bother Noel. Not that it should. Noel knew enough about the world to be unperturbed.

"As if he'll stand at my level."

Scoffing lightly Nicholas' mask of boredom surfaced once more. Nicholas himself was one of the most powerful devils around and though he rarely went around showing off there was little denying his strength. Legends surrounding his youth are still prevalent to this day.

"Are you sure? He may not have your eyes but he is talented."

Now wasn't that a riot? It was so absurd that Nicholas almost couldn't help but laugh. Noel may act as though his eyes were weak useful as they may be but that wasn't the truth. Only a few knew but Noel was not one to be trifled with.

"Yes, he is talented… too talented."

Lazily replying to his servant's words Nicholas made it clear he wasn't willing to speak further on the subject. Noel was talented, so talented that it made even his father nervous. That boy wouldn't settle for just his power.

'How long will it take you to reach the pinnacle?'

Resting his head upon his hand Nicholas suddenly didn't feel like watching such a meager event. Noel's rise wasn't a matter of if, it was merely a question of when. Whether the world liked it or not, Noel would stand above all else. 

What was a phoenix compared to a monster like that?

[𝐏𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐱 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞]

'They're overconfident.'

Lazily waiting for his opponent's arrival Noel pondered this and that. He had expected to be met with threats, bribed, or perhaps even a fight before he even arrived at the stadium but had received not a single word. They were ignoring him.

However, that wasn't exactly unexpected. People constantly fought for Rias' hand in marriage, this was hardly a new concept. This was however the first time two of the four Satans were involved albeit indirectly.

That and his actions against Diodora made the audience quite a bit bigger than previous attempts. Thousands of people sat in the stands, each eagerly awaiting the battle to come behind the protective barrier supplied by Ajuka himself.

To them, this was just a bit of entertainment. They didn't care whether Riser of Noel won, they just wanted to see a fierce battle. It didn't matter that they were children nor did it matter that the Phenex clan was taking advantage of that brutality. All that mattered was the end result.

'I wonder how long Riser's death will be held against me?'

Noel was absolutely sure that he would emerge victorious, there was not a single doubt of that in his mind. The issue was killing him and the aftermath. Killing Riser with some of his more destructive eyes would be easy but that would reveal his secret needlessly so it was out of the picture.

Beyond that was the obvious political strife it would inevitably cause. Sirzechs would take care of most of it and Noel's own fame would likely take care of the rest but things such as assassins were inevitable. It was fine if they were limited to him but the Phenex weren't that nice.

'I'll just have to scare them.'

Casually turning his head to the glorious flames born from Riser's entrance Noel didn't care for the light show but he did wish the show went on. Like most traits, not everything was known about the Phenex trait but assuming it was based on demonic energy wasn't absurd.

"I've heard a lot about you, you know. The Astaroth clan was very vocal about their hatred of you. It's going to make it all the sweeter when I kill you."

Lighting the arena ablaze without a shred of hesitation Riser was hardly surprised when Noel effortlessly blocked it. As much as it was a beneficial move to set up future actions it was also a flashy demonstration of power, nobody taught by two Satans would struggle with it.

"Like I give a shit. Just shut up and fight me dumbass."

In less than an instant the smirk on Riser's face fell, the flames all around them increasing in size and heat in reflection of Riser's wrath. Despite that, they were much cooler than Cyrus' absurdly hot flames.

"You asked for it."

Speaking between gritted teeth Riser raised his hands high above his head, the flames responding as they stretched and grew until they reached Noel. Almost leisurely flying through the air Noel effortlessly dodged the numerous flaming tendrils coming his way.

Half heartedly swinging his arm horizontally a large blade of wind followed his movements before shooting forward. The blade effortlessly cut through the flames and reached Riser in less than an instant.

Crimson droplets rose into the sky as Riser's head was separated from his body. The Phenex had wide eyes as he watched his body from the third person, his head and body swiftly engulfed in flames mere moments after.

Yet, even with Riser decapitated, the flaming tendrils didn't stop. They moved with renewed vigor, their efforts doubled and their heat tripled as they lit the very arena ablaze. Molten rock engulfed the floor as the skies began shimmering from the sheer heat.

'Does he just act dumb or is he unintentionally smart?'

Riser was, at his core, an idiot. That was something that Noel believed from the bottom of his heart and yet almost everything Riser had done screamed perfectly calculated. Whether it be concealing his body in a sea of flames to block Noel's eyes or using fast and useful attacks to gauge him Riser was proving to be quite a bit smarter than Noel was expecting.

Regardless, Noel didn't care. Soaring through the air he took his time fighting Riser. For each second that passed Riser got closer and closer to death. Additionally, each time Noel sent him the same bored eyes Riser would get angrier.

"Get over here you rat!"

Forgoing all that smart shit Riser flew into the sky himself, flaming wings the Phenex clan was known for flapping behind him. His left leg was illuminated in flames that made it impossible for Noel to use his eyes so Riser hadn't completely forsaken his plan but it wasn't smart either.

"You come to me dumbass."

Wagging his finger tauntingly Noel's smug smirk was every bit as intense as the look of pure hatred on Riser's face. With devils—or most supernatural races really—the best way to win was to make the opponent angry. Luckily for him, Noel was quite good at that.

Shooting forward at blistering speeds, flames emerged from Riser's feet and wings to push him even further, a sphere of rotating flames manifesting in his hand. Thrusting his hand forward a wall of blistering flames shot toward Noel.

Easily dozens of meters tall and twice as wide, the flames were difficult to dodge even when their speed—Riser's momentum multiplied once or twice—was not taken into account. It was more effort than Riser usually put into these fights and it was obvious why. An attack of this level momentarily broke through the boundary of high class into that of the ultimate class.

 "I guess a horn dog like you can bite too."

Calmly insulting his opponent even as the wall of fire grew ever closer Noel simply pointed his wand in the center of the attack. Part of a spell's difficulty was learning how to hide the center point. If they didn't…

Shooting forward from Noel's wand was a small ball of concentrated demonic energy at most six inches in diameter. Compared to the wall of sheer flaming disaster the strike was akin to throwing a snowball into an incinerator.

But, much to the crowd's shock, the snowball emerged victorious as the flames instantly dissipated and the dense ball of demonic energy struck Riser in the chest. Noel's attack was by no means weak but when combined with Riser's speed it had disastrous results.

"…!"

Holding the large hole in his chest Riser for the first time showed a trace of fear in his eyes as he felt his demonic energy reserves dwindling. But Noel had no patience for a man like him, another blade of wind cutting off the wounded phoenix's leg.

No matter how fast Riser attempted to light his body ablaze it couldn't match the speed of Noel's eyes taking hold. Standing stationary in the air, Riser didn't fall only because Noel was kind enough to create a wind platform for him. Naturally, Riser didn't quite perceive it that way but Noel cared about that as much as he cared for the state of every rock in the myriad realms.

"Damn, you were weak."

Lazily waving his wand thousands of imperceivable wind blades manifested into reality all around the trapped Phenex before shooting forward. Riser's body was instantly cut into tiny flesh cubes so small that even Noel would struggle to see them all.

Unexpectedly, flames danced into being as if Riser's cells didn't accept his defeat. Unfortunately for them, Noel didn't give a shit if they accepted or not and just cut them even finer. After a few more rotations of the same song and dance, the flames ceased to exist.

The battle was bland and boring which—don't tell Rias—Noel hadn't hoped for. Of course, he was going to win regardless but he wished the Phenex put up a better fight. Noel had even gone to the struggle of learning the Evil Eyes of Poison for this fight only to barely use them.

He did use his new eyes to make Riser less cautious, have less energy control, and a few other subtle things but besides that they were useless. Riser was just too weak to warrant Noel to actually try in any meaningful way.

Riser was strong, especially for their age—he was probably the strongest without Noel around—and it wouldn't be a stretch to say he could beat a few older devils with relative ease but that just wasn't enough to fight Noel.

Despite staying out of the spotlight Cyrus remained one of the strongest devils of his generation—the same generation that birthed Ajuka and Sirzechs—and he had only grown stronger over the years.

Among the devils, the number of people capable of beating Cyrus was extremely small. And Noel had beaten that monster. It was simply a matter of a monster finding an even bigger monster. And, unfortunately for the former, the latter was pissed.

"Guess I should go home."

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