17. Self Study
"Everyone's here. Let's begin." Anos drew an individual magic circle for each person in attendance.
His target was their sources; the root of origin.
"Ruminate," he spoke, sending his magic into their being through a magic link, "look deep, deep into the abyss of the future you must aim for— the future you will arrive at. I will wake that future sleeping deep within you and manifest your ideal selves."
In this world, pure desire was what supported devil magic, so their own intuition on wanting to grow stronger should better shape the abstract methods that Anos would implement onto them.
As instructed, everyone peered into their own abyss, picturing their ideal selves. One after another, their bodies were bathed in light. If the futures they were aiming for were being shown clearly in their minds, those images would take form.
The outlines of the glowing peerages blurred and distorted, slowly splitting into two. The more they thought and the deeper they stared into the abyss, the more the separation would progress. Eventually, another body and source appeared before each successful attempt.
"Edonica." Anos spoke, and each body turned into an older version of the one whom shaped it.
"Hey, what's with this guy? He looks kinda like me." Issei yelped, leaping back. Before him was, well, another him. One created with Edonica.
The Edonica Issei stood taller than the original Issei and wore dragon-like armor over a toned body. His face was also far rougher than the real thing.
"Edonica reveals the future self you should strive to become. Using the image you came up with, a part of your existence, and a portion of your magic, I manifested your potential." Anos declared plainly.
"That is," Sona pauses, "certainly an enthralling way to handle magic," her mind racing for the what and how of it.
The Sitri heiress wasn't overly familiar with the way Anos used his magic to begin with; she doesn't even know how he is pulling their futures into actuality. It could be creation magic, it could be duplication and amplified power mimicry, it could be something else entirely.
"If you ask me, it doesn't sound so great, Kaichou." Saji murmured under his breath.
Fortunately, Sona didn't register him as her ideas were more important than Saji at the moment. It however, didn't prevent Tsubaki from sending a distasteful glance his way.
"Thankfully, I don't recall anyone asking for your opinion on the matter, Saji." Tsubaki admonished the blonde. Saji involuntarily felt his jaw clench shut.
"Personally," Akeno chimes in, drinking in details of her doppelgänger, "I'm quite flattered."
She is taller, older, and even more beautiful than before. The same went for all the females. They all had to agree with the Himejima.
Issei certainly wasn't complaining if the drool he accumulated meant anything. It is funny, in a sad sort of way.
Anos' voices weighs through the air again. "Fight, learn their moves, and steal their strength. Then ruminate again. If your ideal shape changes, Edonica will change accordingly and evolve. However, that shape should never be unachievable."
He continues, having the full focus of everyone, he points to his face, "A word of advice, apply some magic to your eyes to look into the depths of your double and determine your own limits. Experience firsthand what you're suited for and what you don't need."
On cue, the devil's doppelgängers started running as though to lead the way.
"Hey, where is it going?!" Saji yelled, giving chase.
"Normally, Edonica can only give shape to your ideal strength and skills. No matter how much magic you use, it won't gain any intelligence or wisdom. The copies are merely masses of fighting instincts."
Anos drew a magic circle, brushing the air with a stroke of a finger, "I will destroy that reason."
Ordinarily, he'd draw upon the power of the Reason Destroyer, but for convenience, he'd constructed a spell to circumvent the weakness of Edonica. Soon enough, the copies began to think for themselves, beyond base instinct.
"Hey, Issei," The brown haired boy's doppelgänger spoke.
"Wh-What?"
"Watch closely."
The Edonica Issei took a single breath.
Red light began to emanate from double's body, in an instant, the air ignites. Not like a person. But of a supernova. The air around the double is flame. Like a meteor surrounding a man, whatever that looked like.
Light fades and a new figure is present. What looked to be of a hulking crimson covering appears as draconic armor. Massive reptile-like wings, and a long whip of a tail. Adorning the helmet were a pair of sharp golden tusks, as well as two beading emerald gems in place of eyes. The entire body looked to be made up of the same material as Issei's gauntlet.
"This is the Balance Breaker!" Edonica Issei's voice could be heard coming from within the armored figure.
"A-Are you serious?! I get my own awesome super form?!" Issei practically howls in awe.
Save for Anos -- Everyone's gazes hang in the air at the display. Like they would die if their eyes are fixed onto anything else.
The Edonica Issei stared up at the original, and then all the original could see was a blur. "If you have the time to gawk, boob-boy, you've got time to learn. Here's your first lesson; dodge!"
"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
The original Issei was hit, and sent flying into the nearby forest until he eventually stopped at a particularly tough tree. His back ached in pain and he couldn't stop his groans of hurt from coming out.
A moment ago, Issei thought he saw the coolest thing ever. It is still true. But now, it accompanied by a broken jaw. And... the sight of his own blood is becoming awfully traditional.
The original Issei's thinking of going to punch himself in the face it seems. He might even break one of his rules— the one about threatening another man's jewels— and kick himself in the junk as well. If only he could get through that plated armor first.
And through the rising concussion.
"I neglected to mention this," Anos remarks, casting Ent on the fallen Pawn, "since Asia will be busy with her own double, I'll be supplying the recovery."
Across the field, both peerages were engaging their Edonica selves, just like Issei — who had now gotten up after the initial loss. There was no way for them to win against such enemies, and they all fell one after the next before rising one after another through his restoration magic.
This was good, Anos designed it that way.
The devils would gain strength and skills through the guidance of their ideal selves at the cost of being repeatedly pushed to the brink of destruction. Then, when the part of their source being used in Edonica returned to them, it would become their flesh and blood, leading to an exponential increase in their abilities.
It goes without saying but it does not go without note: the source burned stronger and brighter the closer it came to the edges of ruin, like a candle before it peters out, it becomes evermore extravagant the moment prior, all in order to prevent its light from dimming.
The open field does not stop glowing, and fading, and then glowing again.
A smirk makes its way to Anos' face. It is not very nice. "Have fun."
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True to Anos' word, once the sun had finally begun to set, he dispels his magic. Officiating the end of the day's training.
Hmph. Nothing was on fire or screaming anymore. Which meant, to Anos, things had gone well and calmed down.
Right then, Saji crawls towards him like a thirsty man in some desert —there are black daggers stabbed into his shins— he just barely makes it to Anos' feet before uttering in hesitation, "Y-You're a monster."
Well, it's not anything he hasn't heard before.
Saji's consciousness does not hold on for much longer after that.
Anos' gaze wander off to the side to see everyone else. They are all similarly exhausted. Eventually he pulls his eyes onto Issei, who is still in one piece. Panting like the air in his lungs are scarce while his body is buried in a crater. The Boosted Gear user could be good for an example.
"Hyoudou." Anos calls his name and the boy strains a turn over with the pop of his neck muscles; he winces after.
Issei pants once after the wince, "Eh?" replies back, and pants again.
"Gather yourself and toss some magic my way. The more power the better." Anos instructed, casting one last glow of restoration upon the devils.
"The sooner you do this, the sooner everyone may rest."
Issei gets to his feet after he is revitalized, sighing a breath.
"Alright then!" The Pawn — as always — was unnecessarily hyped, there is actually a grin on his face now, a technique his future self showed him flashed in his mind on repeat.
BOOST!
BOOST!
BOOST!
EXPLOSION!
Issei's gauntlet shone in the light of the falling sun, floating in his open hand is an orb of wine-red light the size of his head. He cocks his right hand back, pinning Anos with a stare. His hand-eye coordination has never been the best, but his devil body is far superior to his old one, and the training was too good to not improve it further.
Now it is almost too easy to reach out and palm the ball of energy forward, "Dragon Shot!" he yells, as the globe of magic leaves his hand at hypersonic speeds, faster than even Issei himself expected.
Anos, Issei, and both of the peerages watch on as the ball began to traverse towards the former. The air turns with it before it burns and Anos does nothing but smile.
Then, Anos' arm rises to meet it, sweeping in an arc of achromatic air, intentionally tapping gently against it in loose deflection, the sphere of energy curves towards the mountain ranges, and bites deep into it.
There is a brief, comforting silence before Issei's attack detonates like a demonic hand grenade and the area actually shakes like a vicious beat of a hammer to the ribcage. Smoke trails flood the open field in overground droves prior to when Anos bats it into naught with the wave of a hand.
"Hmm... as expected." Anos utters. He motions, and guides the gazes of all the devils into the distance, just beneath the horizon.
Hyoudou is the first to notice. Lifting his head and trailing his eyes to where Anos directed them, the boy looks on, baffled.
He blinks in disbelief.
"No way..." Issei utters, not even attempting to stop those words from slipping out. In the background initially used to be one— no two— mountains, they have both been razed and flattened to gravel.
Everyone else holds their breath until they can get out something to say.
"I-Incredible!" Kiba exclaimed with an open maw. "He blew away the mountains!"
"I didn't know Hyoudou had it in him." Akeno tittered with a smile, the one that many were always enthralled to see.
"Good job, Issei-san!" Asia cheered, beaming sparkles in those emerald orbs at her first friend's newfound strength.
"Hold on. Gremory's Pawn was the weakest among us and if he's gotten that kind of power..." Saji recalls, inattentively looking down at his open hand, "what does that say about the rest of us?"
"It says that we all have great promise." Sona responds, walking up with crossed arms and her Queen at her usual side.
"I thought about it. On whether I would get my answer, or whether I have to start guessing to how you could possibly pull off training all of us." Sona lively looks to Anos, impressed, "you are impossible."
Anos is a belie of humbleness. "What you think is impossible is what I consider a playground."
Meanwhile, the Pawn still looks proud of himself, "Should we take a little more time to—"
Anos interjects, "No; the single most important task you have right now is getting rest."
Still on the training fields, Issei plops himself down on his back, his arms— spread eagle — at his side with mental exhaustion dragging down his eyelids.
"No need to tell me twice." He murmurs.
Anos looks over his shoulder to the rest of them, "That goes for you all as well."
"So the teacher suggests," Rias says not far off, Akeno is right with her, "well, I can't say I'm dissatisfied with the process."
The potency of her entropy wraps around her fingers with the sort of refined control that only ever comes from those with several centuries to their name. Rias had done what they have perfected in merely eighteen years. Better yet, one evening with Anos' guidance.
"Mmm... that was fun." Akeno speaks, walking while she stretches, not unlike the way a cat might.
"Only fun?" Anos arches an eyebrow. "I should feel insulted."
Right, Akeno is a sadist and a masochist.
"No mister, I should feel insulted," Akeno voices, donning the look of the disappointed, "I expected you to get more physical with us. More intimate."
Akeno crosses the distance between them, and Anos lets her press a finger between the middle of his shirt. Her touch is an open spark against his chest, even through his shirt. How cute.
"What did you have in mind?" Anos says indolently. A good many forget the two are genuine friends which is why some of the shocked looks are present at Akeno's forwardness.
Akeno huffs, amused with lightness in her smile, "It doesn't help much to ask me directly. And you know, I'm the type to drop hints."
Her singular, dainty finger lingers on his chest, she traces a circle before pulling it back.
She's really talking like the two are alone. Is she trying to prove something to someone? Regardless, Anos thinks he's caught on to her mischief.
The former demon suppresses an open laugh. If he were softer, he might have even called the impulse fond. Of course he would indulge in this sort of banter every now and then.
"Very well, take this as motivation, and as a reward for today's work." Anos's upper arms move up as the muscles ripple beneath his sleeves. For a moment, his shirt and jacket are tight against his body before both are blown off each.
What Anos presents is a gesture that sings a feast for the eyes of every girl who's ever had the gift of sight. It is a spectacle that tingles the female loins.
The appeal that Anos holds is phenomenal.
Akeno actually swallows nervously. Most all women find the sort of man who looks like he could bench-press an island attractive, and for those that do... well, there are few finer examples than Anos.
His chest is semi-broad yet toned as the surface of smooth stone, each muscle is structural perfection; his skin is as smooth as freshly-burnished wood— only much fairer. Even the meager details bring awe; every rise and fall of his chest tells them it's a crime that it is not pressed against them.
Unbefitting of so many blooming young ladies of beauty, of dignified devils.
Rias' mind is clouded in colorful, tasteful thoughts as it was the first time she saw him this way in her house.
It is a scene that elicits Sona and Tsubaki's faces to become enflamed, blushes so hot that steam actually etches onto the frames of their glasses.
More than that, the women from Sitri's peerage: Momo, Reya, Tomoe and Tsubasa, all stop, pinning Anos with admiring glances: as if thinking and breathing came second to seeing.
Even the youngest being Asia and Koneko, cannot fully come to terms with why their eyes don't want to leave Anos.
It is also terribly, terribly damp in the lower regions.
Humorously enough, Saji's heart has been brutally shut down so thoroughly he will probably not even do as much as look at another girl if Anos is anywhere near.
And Issei wasn't even aware of the looks Anos had been receiving. Good thing, too, the Pawn has actually earned himself a rest, choosing to doze off outdoors on fresh grass.
Seeing the reward had run its course, Anos wraps up the display, quite literally.
A wave of his hand conjures a shirt— a simple, black shirt that he tugs onto himself. It strains around his body to the degree that it's almost worse than if he'd gone without, but the girls seem to appreciate the gesture. Certainly their eyes are no longer magnetised to every rippling flex of his chest as he breathes.
"So, Anos," Akeno abruptly asks, "why don't you and I go to the bathhouse together?"
"Hmm. I don't disapprove of the idea," Anos doesn't inquire much, a little excursion like that sounded nice, "though I'm sure the baths are separated."
"Some of them are separated but I'm asking if you'd like to come with me to the women's side." Akeno replied with brazen gibes.
Before Anos can say anything though the frantic voice of Rias is heard. "Why don't we just all go together?" She suggests. "We can do so right after we eat."
"If it isn't any trouble then I suppose I can take up the offer." Anos remarks.
"I'm more than fine with it." Rias quickly turned her head towards her Rook, ignoring her Queen, "How about you, Koneko?"
"I don't mind," The kouhai starts, her expression was on the shy side of flush, "senpai isn't scum like Hyoudou."
Rias looks to her Bishop, "Would you mind if he came? I'd like your thoughts on this too, Asia."
"Oh, I don't mind at all." Asia still can't hide the red of her cheeks, even now.
Sona and Tsubaki were similarly checking in with their own group. Amazingly, it is unanimous on their part.
"I guess it's settled then, we're all going together... joy." Akeno is candidly fed up at the events aroused by her King, normally she'd enjoy going with them but right now they're getting in the way.
Rias tilts her head to her, a knowing, challenging smile on her rose petal lips. Her eyes suspiciously bright with laughter; as if she won.
The Himejima is not amused. But she'll allow Rias that imagined victory; for now.
Off to the side, Kiba quietly chuckles with closed eyes and a smile at the scene presented before him. He had been working noticeably harder than anyone here in another quiet attempt to apologize to Anos. He'd supposed the scarlet-eyed teacher would have noticed but it seems his attention was taken by the others.
The Knight didn't fuss over it, he'd consult with Anos during the one on one trainings.
"Hey, Saji-kun, aren't you going to join them or should I expect company on the men's side?" Kiba asked, curious.
It seems Saji has lost the will on the inside to the point of crouching in a corner and muttering to himself, even drawing lines in the dirt.
Kiba shakes his head in quiet amusement. Perhaps he should follow with his peerage's Pawn's example. After all, he too, would prefer to rest himself to bed rather than soak with an audience.
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At the entrance the spring house leads to two doors, a blue and pink sign hanging over each with the symbol for male and female.
It took a few moments to reach the place. And a few more moments for the girls to head inside towards the female section of the undressing rooms. Anos does the same, but turns to the male section. Just some time for himself before he rejoins with the all-female group.
Once he's in, Anos removes all of his clothes via magic circles. Then, he grabs a towel and strings it around himself. His feet lightly treads on the tatami floor, traveling beyond the dressing room and into the bathhouse.
Beyond the dressing room, a basin stretches across the wall with buckets strung along with it. Anos takes a seat and uses a bucket to pour some water over himself. The water pours down his body, soaking into his ebony hair and onto the floor to drain.
A few minutes is all the peace Anos will have, that is the time it will take before his moment of calm will be divided among his female companions, but it is enough time to relax on his own for a bit.
Soon, the scarlet-eyed man pulls the sliding door leading into the hot-spring open. There is a bamboo wall that divide the sexes -- though, Anos isn't going on his designated side.
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Akeno stretches out with a towel around her body, whilst getting into the hot-spring with the majority of everyone else already having jumped in, completely nude. All the while steam twists around the carved black rock that contains the spring.
"It's a quiet night, isn't it?" Akeno hears her fellow Queen— Tsubaki, mention.
The Himejima doesn't bother tuning into the response Sona gives, she simply releases the sigh that she was withholding. The minerals the spring holds relenting the strain upon already weary muscles. Entering the boiling hot water would leave any one of them exhaling in relief.
"Aaah~! This was such a good idea. Anos really worked us out hard and heavy." Akeno sighs her words aloud. Many smile at the Queen in agreement, not minding the phrasing.
None more so than Rias who smiles, and dares, "Agreed. Anos should get here soon so I can show off my body to him." She says this while rubbing her hands down her shapely breasts.
Two large objects then push into Rias' back, knocking her aside.
"Oh, you think he'd be looking at you? That's optimistic." Akeno mocks. Long removing the towel that had been stretching to a breaking point as it tried to hold two giant globes at bay.
Rias swings upright and confronts her Queen. A mild amount of jealousy takes her as she is breast to breast with Akeno. They were roughly the same size in the chest department with Akeno narrowly edging Rias out, yet, as their breasts are being pushed equally against each other indiscriminately, Akeno seems prouder for having the slightly bigger pair.
While the two women were continuing to have their... heated match against each other, Asia looks on at the two with a frown, a touchstone of envy. She looks down at her own breasts and sighs wistfully in low spirits.
The former nun sinks into the water, blowing bubbles of defeat with a cloud of depression forming above. She despondently grasps hold of her smaller breasts.
"You shouldn't worry too much about that."
Asia nearly jumped at the voice, it was deep, familiar, and obviously male. She turned her head and sighed in relief to see that it was just Anos who spoke.
"My apologies for scaring you," Anos says this while stepping into the water. Enjoying himself a soak and a show in Rias and Akeno while also appreciating being surrounded by the massive signs of peace.
The Gremory and Himejima hadn't even noticed he had since entered, the two arguing away. Anos waved a lazy hand in acknowledgment towards Sona's corner of the hot-spring, the wave back from everyone on that side is almost synchronized.
"It's fine, and I know I shouldn't let it, but it bothers me just a little, I guess." Asia pauses thoughtfully, then she glances at Anos shyly, "do... you like them... big?"
Lord, give Asia strength because this was beginning to be too much. It was already difficult enough to not stare sinfully at his body.
"I suppose it makes it easier for a woman to feed her child, or children. The size itself is relatively unimportant to me in comparison to the person they're attached to." Anos spoke, surprising the blonde something fierce.
"Oh," Asia began, that was a vastly different reason than Issei could ever give, the Pawn is conversely why she is a little too caught up in her feelings of inadequacy with his numerous rants about chest sizes. The blonde taps her index fingers together. "Then... do you like... m— mine, Anos?"
He turns to her and stares a moment, Asia felt the power in those eyes before it is quickly gone.
"They fit you well, a blessing if you ask me," he answered simply, getting a small, adorable shriek out of her. He takes his gaze to Koneko -- who he knows was keeping tabs on their conversation, "that goes for you as well. Whether they're pint-sized or proportionally preposterous, what does it matter?"
Koneko, similarly, is also dwarfed there in the chest department; even by Asia.
It is no surprise on Anos' end that she is bothered by that. Truth be told, there are times when the young nekoshou sucks her teeth while damning her genetic misfortune. Even compared to her elder sister who she recalls back when she was her age, was a lot bigger in the chest department than her.
But the Rook didn't think Anos would notice her own feelings on the matter. Though looking down at her reflection in the waters shows she's been narrowing her eyes with a flatline frown every time she went to soap her cutting board of a chest down.
But Anos saw it differently; with a lot more charitably and consideration, a girl could get used to that. No wonder he's so sought after. He even managed to turn her flatline frown into a small beam of an upwards curve.
"Thank you... senpai," The Rook mutters, her cheeks are hot so she swims below the waters so he doesn't notice. She too, was also trying not to stare at his body.
"Y-You know," Asia stammers herself back into the conversation, shifting where she sat and moving closer to him, "if it's you... I don't mind."
"I think he knows that already," Koneko says, just above a mumble, "we wouldn't invite him otherwise."
"Well I can see you're getting along~" Akeno comments sidelong, finally noticing, along with Rias.
"Anos?" The young Gremory heiress speaks, surprised, "when did you—" she is cut off as her breasts and face have been pushed down indiscriminately into the water by the superior pair, to which the owner of smiles victoriously.
On the more, quiet, side of the lavish spring, Sona, Tsubaki and her peers watched on.
The bespectacled Queen actually smiles, "They're very vivacious, no?"
"Quite." Sona comments, a metaphorical front row seat to all that excitement and liveliness.
Then again, now that Anos is here, she could keep his attention... though, how exactly do you steal the eyes of a man who is surrounded by plenty of naked beauties? Especially one as stalwart as Anos.
...
Believe it or not, the question isn't too difficult to answer.
Outstretching an arm and flexing a magic circle into the air that is twice its usual volume and three times as easy to meld. The space around Sona shudders with the force of her newly-awakened power. From it is a serpent made up entirely of water, its mouth open as wide and as tall as even a giant -- and then some. This construct is far more powerful and better formed than anything she's managed before today.
"I really do owe my thanks to you for this, Anos. In just one evening you've had me gain a scary amount of strength." Sona states before dissipating the construct.
Anos returned her words, "I'm always willing to lend my assistance. Provided you can handle it." he imparts onto her, a smile. It is a lovely smile, one sending a pleasant shudder down the violet-eyed beauty's spine.
"Well," Tsubaki answered for her King, "we would like to thank you for that too."
From Sona' peerage, the four women composed of Momo, Reya, Tomoe and Tsubasa, are idle in their soak and bath. Well, they were. Anos' physique provides a challenge to keeping their eyes to themselves. In some ways it is harder than training.
"How do you think he got a body like that?" one of them asked, in a perfect whisper.
Anos glances at them and answers from his side of the spring. "I have a rigorous training regimen."
It is almost comical at how casual he says this truth.
In particular, Momo winces. "Was I too loud?"
"You can't beat yourself up over something like that. We were all thinking the same thing. Right, Reya?" Tomoe spoke, turning over to the Bishop.
"D-Don't put words in my mouth or thoughts in my head." Reya replied, cheeks hot and hands out of the water as if words are a physical assault.
"I don't think Voldigoad-senpai minds, truly," Tsubasa says, watching him at the flat rock, a few feet below water level at the other end of the spring.
"Ohhhhh Anos~" Akeno sings, the water rippled as she drew closer, her finger tips sliding to his shoulders from behind, her mountain of her chest is tight against his back. Her lips brushing softly on Anos' ear in the same way her areola does his back, "It's time for your bath~"
Marking her words, there is no shortage of eyes who zero in on the two.
"You certainly are the hallmark of a devil," Anos remarks, he's also smiling nevertheless, despite being cornered.
Akeno tilts her head to the side, exposing the fine muscles of her neck. "That isn't a no."
"I'll allow it." he remarks.
Now there's an unexpected twist; many didn't think Anos would ever find himself in the midst of something close to this, not in the slightest.
And that isn't even the whole of it. The real surprise is to his left; Rias. She is a fair few touches pissed at her Queen, but she hides it behind a playful smirk as she holds onto one of Anos' arms, the valley of her breasts swallowing it between them.
"Anos," Rias called to him, getting his attention, "I'll wash your back, if you don't mind?"
"I'm afraid I've already staked my claim of that area," Akeno interjects, purposefully grinding her breasts to her claim, her smile is as wide as it's ever been. She's even applying soap to his back, scrubbing it down with her breasts.
Rias is not amused, but she's nothing if not innovative.
"Then I shall wash his chest while you handle the back, Akeno." She glances to Anos, the look she gives is adorable.
"It isn't a big deal to me," Anos says, it truly isn't.
It's funny, this little picture of drama. They descend into an argument over whether she, Akeno, is more suited for this than Rias.
While they argue, they tug, or try to at least. Anos is like a wall; pushing against it and thinking you moved it, even if you were actually the one who got pushed away.
That doesn't deter them at all, they still grab onto him with a needy clutch. Melding against him like three paints mixing. Their sizable breasts rub onto him, on his back, chest, arms and head.
Anos doesn't even seem bothered, and since their luscious flesh mounds were covered in soap, they are inadvertently washing his upper body. It was a roundabout way of doing things but at least it was accomplishing what they set out to do. Still, there was no need to make a fuss.
"I believe I'm quite clean," Anos says, from under two pairs of top-heavy breasts weighing down on his soapy hair.
Anos stood up, and all turned to see the droplets dripping off his now completely, towel free body. It must of slipped off during the commotion. The present picture is his usual sinewy figure and— oh, his member... it's, it's—
"It's... massive!" Akeno kindly announces it, being the first to notice. Her face is entirely heated, less fair skin and more tomato red.
And she isn't wrong.
Curiosity gets the best of them, the girls shifted their callow eyes towards the lower body of their male consort and they round in surprise at the monster between his legs. Their faces tinted red for another time that night.
Conversely it gets all of them weak between the legs. Some flinch away from the great size of it, like they were staring into the sun, and the rest outright faint.
Then again, they're young. They're virgins. They've had their first exposure of a real man in the form of Anos— not like those little boys in Kuoh.
There's no way they wouldn't feel overwhelmed by his length; no way they wouldn't all buckle down to him while he's bare. They've never seen him in all his glory before so the one's still conscious sneak a second glance.
Being the one to boast such an impressive length, Anos had never gave any thought to it being such a distraction for the opposite sex. First Serafall, and now this.
"I thought I had broken you all of that with my earlier display," he said, hand to chin, and a devious smile on display. "Perhaps, I need to be bare around you more often."
Before long, Anos realized that every girl had fainted with a tranquil face.
Goodness, were his jokes still of poor taste?