Chapter 1654 Presentation
Though he had stayed in his Realm far longer than antic.i.p.ated, Vahn had a relaxed smile, his eyes glimmering with appreciation as he reclined against a lavish purple sofa. At his sides, snuggled up as close to him as their physical forms allowed, two inarguably bodacious beauties nestled against his body. He had his arms wrapped around them, and, though he did his best to behave, Vahn was unable to prevent himself from periodically squeezing their voluminous b.r.e.a.s.t.s or running his hand across their curvaceous bodies.
Mash had always possessed a mature figure, even when she was only sixteen-years-old, so, now that she had matured fully, she had some of the largest b.r.e.a.s.t.s among the women in Vahn"s harem. This, combined with her thin waist, shapely hips, plush thighs, and toned body made her one of his most "huggable" women, and, due to her rather dutiful nature, she was always eager to dedicate her time and effort to serving him.
Though she was pus.h.i.+ng fifty-three, Mash had the appearance of a shapely young woman in her early twenties. She had benefitted greatly from his "pampering" over the years, and, though it was impossible to know for certain, Da Vinci surmised that the average lifespan of those closest to him likely measured in the five digits. This was emphasized by the fact that their vitality was drastically higher than normal, and, if he pushed himself, Vahn could actually see the value increase by putting a bit more strength into his hand as he squeezed her b.u.t.t...
Feeling her b.u.t.t being squeezed, Mash issued a subdued "Nyaa..." before looking up at her Master, her purple eyes reflecting an inquisitive light. They were currently in the Menagerie, so, for the sake of "uniformity", she had donned an extremely revealing b.e.s.t.i.a.l costume comprised of purple strings and soft purple fur. It left virtually nothing to the imagination, and, though she wasn"t exactly a cat, Mash had become accustomed to mewling, purring, and whimpering in response to Vahn"s actions.
Though he made brief eye contact with the lavender-haired beauty, Vahn didn"t say anything as his fingers gingerly caressed her soft and pliant flesh, the tips slipping beneath her fur-covered panties ever so slightly. Then, with his left hand, he traced his middle finger around the navel of the woman to his right, an equally bodacious beauty light purple hair, an indescribably soft body, and pointed ears. This was none other than Medea, and, in response to his wayward hand, she wasted no time in linking her fingers with his before lightly chiding, "Pay attention, Danna. There will be plenty of time for that later."
Rather than argue, Vahn just tightened his hand around Medea"s, his relaxed smile curling up at the edges as he continued watching the scene playing out before him. A circular stage had been placed in the very center of the rather s.p.a.cious Menagerie, and, after learning he would soon be departing the Realm, the girls had decided to put on a little beauty and talent show for him. He was meant to decide who put on the best performance, but, with Gareth starting things off by appearing in a frilly white bikini to attempt a rather innocent striptease, Vahn lost the ability to make such a decision.
Gareth was one of the girls that had changed the least since the time Vahn met her, as, due to him taking her on as his Paige, her youthful physique and somewhat boyish looks had been preserved near-perfectly. The only thing that really changed was her b.r.e.a.s.t.s growing a single centimeter, and, due to her extreme focus on speed, her legs could only be described as "flawless". He often gave her compliments regarding her legs, so, much like how she covered her dainty hands with white gloves, she had developed a habit of wearing form-fitting white pants that readily displayed the contours of her legs and b.u.t.t.
Seeing Gareth try to "seduce" him from a distance, something she had no real experience in, Vahn lost all will to judge the compet.i.tion. She was simply too adorable, but, considering this was meant to be a "talent" show, there was no way he could justify giving her the win. He would need to come up with some kind of excuse to reward all of them, as, even if he were twice as resolute, he couldn"t stand to see someone like Gareth being pouty or depressed...
As if to demonstrate his point, the person that followed Gareth was none other than Circe, who, due to various circ.u.mstances, now appeared to be in her late teens. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s hadn"t developed much, but, compared to how "modest" they used to be, b-cup b.r.e.a.s.t.s were a marked improvement. Most notably, however, was the fact that her height had increased from 147cm to 155cm, and, while this made her one of the more pet.i.te women amongst the members of his harem, she had a charm that could even humble G.o.ddesses like Ishtar and Demeter.
With Hecate becoming the literal G.o.dmother of Penelo and Petra, Circe had been able to regain her wings and crown years ago, so, for her demonstration, she chose to perform a ritualistic dance with a large staff. It was a performance that could easily humble even the greatest ballerina, and, due to her mastery over magic, each of her movements created their own special effects. She also elected to abstain from wearing any panties, so, whenever she performed a quick movement or pointed her b.u.t.t towards him, Vahn was able to catch a glimpse of the tantalizing sight underneath, a fact Circe was "very" aware of.
Simply put, it was "unfair" to try and compare Circe"s masterful display with the Gareth"s comparably innocent attempt at seduction. One was a DemiG.o.ddess who had lived for thousands of years, and, though Gareth had gained a "considerable" amount of experience over the years, she was just happy to receive his affection. She never really had to seduce him, as, so long as she continued doing her best, he would readily reward her efforts until she was more than satisfied.
Finished with her performance, Circe brandished her staff, spinning it smoothly and dexterously between her fingers as she performed a low bow with her wings flared outward. At the same time, she turned her tri-colored eyes up at him, an indescribably sultry smile on her face as she playfully squinted her eyes and caused her exceptionally long ears to waggle slightly...
Unable to resist, the edges of Vahn"s smile curled up a bit more as he absentmindedly gave Mash"s b.u.t.t another squeeze. Circe had always been a seductress, and, after attending her for more than a hundred years, a part of Vahn"s psyche had been conditioned to react to her. He was even tempted to separate the two of them from the time axis for a brief moment, a temptation that compounded exponentially when she deftly spun on her heels and allowed her waist to snake seductively during her departure...
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Earning himself an accusatory deadpan from Medea, Circe promptly announced her withdrawal from the compet.i.tion, citing she was already satisfied with simply partic.i.p.ating. She stated this in a casual tone, but, with a contented smile on her face and practically glowing skin, it was pretty clear to most what had happened. The only people who showed even a small amount of confusion were Gareth and Hati, but, considering the relative innocence of the former and the rather questionable intelligence of the later, this wasn"t much of a surprise...
Fortunately, Vahn"s actions didn"t earn him the censure of the remaining partic.i.p.ants. Instead, they seemed even more motivated than before, fiery looks visible within their eyes as they made subtle changes to their intended routines. The only one who didn"t really have time for this was Atalanta, but, having come to understand her Master"s nature well over the years, she was confident in her ability to win his favor...
Though it was rather pointless, Vahn allowed himself to be blindfolded while Atalanta finished her preparations. Then, after a few minutes of being able to feel nothing but the softness of Medea"s and Mash"s bodies, Vahn was permitted to see a large golden apple situated at the center of the stage. The golden apple still carried a considerable amount of significance to Atalanta, and, though she was no longer bound by its "curse", her fondness for the covetous fruit had never waned. Even the collar he had designed for her had a bell-shaped like a golden apple, and, whenever she wanted to have s.e.x, Atalanta would still gift him a golden apple with a completely straight face.
Since he had already established a precedent, Vahn was already considering how he should pamper Atalanta when some rather lively music began to echo in the surroundings. Then, with a blank look and an uncharacteristic smile on her face, Atalanta emerged from within the artificial golden apple, her arms supporting the upper half as she swayed her hips and tail in timing with the music. It was a rather simple demonstration, but, given how reserved Atalanta usually was, it created a certain "gap" that made it impossible not to appreciate.
Despite being "remarkably" flat, Atalanta still had an undeniable charm with her tri-colored hair, cat-like ears, and thick tail. This was something she had slowly come to accept over time, so, while there were times when she struggled to be honest with her emotions, Atalanta had come to embrace her s.e.xuality. As a result, even when the apple began to slowly spin, giving a very clear view of the mint green panties, Atalanta continued to lively shake her hips, radiating subtle pheromones that caused Vahn"s nose to visibly twitch.
By the time the music had come to a stop, Atalanta had made three full revolutions before stopping with her back facing the audience. Then, as if she was confused by the fact she was still facing away, Atalanta put the finis.h.i.+ng touches onto her performance by tilting her head to the side and issuing an uncharacteristic, "Nyaa~?" as her tail formed a question mark shape; lifting the back of her skirt to give a clear view of her panties...
The next thing Atalanta knew, she was in a version of the Menagerie with noticeably more vibrant colors. A genuine smile spread across her face for a brief moment, but, as if it was nothing more than an illusion, she adopted her characteristic serious look as she tossed aside the apple prop and asked, "Is there something you wanted to discuss in private, my Husband...?"
Though they had never "officially" wed, as Atalanta actually disdained such ceremonies, Vahn had grown accustomed to her referring to him as "Husband" whenever she wanted to sound serious. It was rather adorable, as, the moment her facade broke down, she would begin referring to him as Master before eventually crying out his name. It reminded him a lot of Ryuu, as, in Atalanta"s mind, it seemed more intimate to call him by name than anything else...
Without answering her question, Vahn embraced Atalanta from behind, his hands come to rest on her flat stomach as he nestled his nose near the base of her cat-like ears and pulled her close. She offered virtually no resistance to his act of intimacy, and, though it didn"t properly show on her face, which had become an emotionless mask, the signature twitching of her ears and the way her tail wrapped around his leg revealed Atalanta"s true feelings on the matter. She was similar to Alaya in the way that she basically "refused" to initiate acts of intimacy, but, the moment you broke down her walls, she would effectively become like a cat in heat when it came to showing affection.
Unfortunately, to get her to that point without a potential backlash, Atalanta required bribing, so, after stroking her stomach for the better part of a minute, Vahn lifted his right hand, manifesting a glittering golden apple. This caused Atalanta"s pupils to contract to points for a brief moment, and, without any hesitation whatsoever, she leaned forward slightly to engorge herself on the apple, her b.u.t.t grinding against his bulge with apparent disregard.
Having long-grown accustomed to Atalanta"s antics, a smile spread across Vahn"s face as reached beneath her skirt, dissipating her panties with a simple touch. She pretended not to notice this, but, in antic.i.p.ation for what was to come, Atalanta buried her teeth into the apple as if it was a gag, her heartbeat quickening as she lifted her tail to allow for access to her pristine, seemingly untouched, sacred orchard...
(A/N: Alternate t.i.tles: "Paradise","Circe secures the first victory","A peculiar way to eat an apple...")
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