"Be sure to get plenty of rest while I'm gone. Because when I return, you won't be getting any..." proclaimed Vahn, giving Kushina's left ass cheek a firm, possessive squeeze.
"Mmn...hurry back quickly..." responded Kushina, standing on the tips of her toes to give Vahn a shy peck on the lips. In turn, as she was using a special maternity band that suspended her pregnant belly in a sub-space, Vahn squeezed her ass and raised her off her feet, his bulge snug against her pussy through the fabric of her negligee as he said, "Give me a proper kiss..." in a deep, smoldering tone.
With her face flushing deeper, Kushina raised her chin and allowed a hot sigh to escape her throat as she opened her mouth invitingly, prompting Vahn to extend his tongue. She extended her own in hot and wet tongue in turn, and after sucking on his tip, the two spent several minutes making out and exploring each other's mouths without restraint.
"Much better..." affirmed Vahn, separating from Kushina's lips and licking his own as she stared at him with her blue eyes blazing with passion. He hadn't left her side for the better part of two and a half days, but the more they made love, the more she desired him.
"Hurry back..." repeated Kushina, giving off a slightly scary aura as her tone left no room for argument. He knew she carried the moniker Red-Hot Habanero due to her temper and hair color, but being on the receiving end of her pressure was surprisingly intimidating.
"The very second circumstances allow..." responded Vahn, giving Kushina a comparably chaste but lingering kiss before setting her on her feet. Her upturned gaze and lip bite gave him pause, but since he had a promise to keep and a lot of people eager to test their skill against his own, he took a moment to caress the left side of her face, gently running his thumb along her cheekbone with an affectionate smolder as he muttered, "And when I return, I won't be leaving until you're completely satisfied..."
"We can't stay in here forever..." countered Kushina, placing her right hand on Vahn's bulge and giving it a firm cup as she added, "But we'll definitely be staying a while..."
"You little nymph..." hummed Vahn, unable to resist giving Kushina another kiss. This repeated several times, but since he had wisely given himself an hour to arrive at his destination, which he could teleport to in a fraction of a second, he was able to spare fifty-eight minutes for three quickies and a vigorous clean-up blowjob before narrowly escaping the maroon-haired vixen's den...
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"Sheesh...if that woman becomes a Devil, I may not be able to keep up..." sighed Vahn, appearing on the rim of the stadium's open roof and taking a moment to lie down with his arms spread and legs dangling. The thought provoked a reaction from his lower body, but he promptly suppressed it as Tiamat, right on schedule, began explaining how, since there were so few S-Ranks, the final bracket would be open to all who wished to participate. Furthermore, the restriction on items, including the use of combat mecha, had been rescinded.
"And to make things even more exciting, anyone in the defending position has the right to issue a challenge to our beloved patron and sponsor, the Dragon God of Infinite Possibilities himself, Vahn Mason!" chimed Tiamat, causing the stadium to erupt with applause and its foundations to vibrate beneath Vahn before she went on to explain how besting him would earn the victor a hundred Rank Points and the right to make a request of him in private. The latter wasn't that enticing a reward, as anyone could come to him for a consult, but after rumors had circulated regarding what could be purchased with even a single Rank Point, even the S-Ranks that had been planning to simply observe the competition were intrigued.
'Today is going to be a long day...' thought Vahn, feeling several powerful intents directed his way. The format was intended to give others a chance to compete, as defeating him meant retiring from the competition, making way for a new set of competitors. And since his Status was ultimately that of a low A-Rank—albeit with some fairly ridiculous Skills—he had his work cut out for him.
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Name: [Vahn Mason]
Title(s): [Dragon God of Infinite Possibilities], [God of Intertwining Fates], [One Who Cultivates Flowers], [Champion of the Downtrodden], [One Who Maintains Balance], [Dragon's Champion], [Devilish Lover], [Wife Hunter(new)], [Lucky Bastard], [Object of Envy], [Phenex Bane], [The One Who Watches], [Interloper], +19...
Race: Human, (????)
Age: 37 Height: 195cm Weight: 110kg B/W/H: 94/73/93
Origin: Termina
[Parameters]
Power Level: 339
Strength: B+
Dexterity: B+
Constitution: A+
Intelligence: B+
Wisdom: B+
Charisma: S+
Luck: A+
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Soul Tier: 1 (Mortal Soul)
Karma: 198,374,004
OP: 48,005,713
[Skills]
[Will of the Emperor: Innate(SSS)], [Tiamat's Territorial Mark(SS)], [Aura of Karmic Protection(S)], [Chainbreaker(S)], Veil of the Traveler(S)], [Pain Tolerance(S)], [Bedroom Arts(S)], [Petting(S)], [Aura Conversion(S)], [Wound Transfer(A)], [Spearmanship(A)], [Battle Focus(A)], [Keen Senses(A)], [Treasure Sense(A)], [Meditation(A)], [Martial Arts(A)], [Devil Magic(A)], [Holy Magic(A)], [Cooking(A)], [Telekinesis(B)], [Parallel Processing(B)], +141...
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'Hmm? What's this...?' Vahn asked himself, noticing he had acquired a new Title since he last evaluated his Status. The name gave him a bad feeling, but his curiosity got the better of him.
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[Wife Hunter]
Effect: Makes you more appealing to married women and widowers. When having sex with another man's wife, the likelihood of conception increases with feelings of immorality.
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'Hmm...not a very fair Title...' thought Vahn, exhaling in faint exasperation from his nose. While it was true he had the wives of several people in his harem, it wasn't like he had deliberately cuckolded anyone. Misla's former husband, Lord Bael, might disagree, but he had abandoned both her and Sairaorg in someone else's domain. They were still wed, but only because he didn't want her to remarry. As for Grayfia, Venelana, and Kushina, their former husbands had outright permitted him to pursue them...
'Their loss...' thought Vahn, closing his eyes and enjoying the gentle rays beaming down on him from above and the reverberations of the stadium beneath him. He was avoiding the VIP viewing boxes since he needed to be ready to participate the moment someone called him out, so until then, he enjoyed the tranquility of having a single set of senses instead of six to ten...
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"You're pretty strong..." remarked a handsome man with black hair, black-and-red eyes, and a predominantly white, military-esque school uniform with blue trim, a distinctive crest bearing a cross on the left shoulder, and a black-and-red chain tipped by a silvery blade. Across from him, looking both conspicuous and plain at the same time, a bald man with sharp eyes, a yellow bodysuit, red gloves and boots, and a white cape smiled, his bald head covered in blood and the remnants of the devastated planet serving as their battlefield.
"Thanks, Anus. You're not so bad yourself..." responded the bald man, Saitama, covering his right nostril with his thumb and snorting out a large clot of blood.
"It's Anos..." responded the raven-haired youth, exhaling a faint sigh as he raised his left hand, adorned in a fingerless black glove that only covered a portion of his palm. Above it, a three-dimensional magic circle glistening with a violet hue revolved in on itself, vaguely resembling a latticework of intersecting crystal blades.
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"Martial Skill, Starfall..." appended Anos, making a cutting gesture with his hand that caused Saitama to descend like a beam of light, the force of his collision with the ground producing a column of dust and debris hundreds of kilometers across before the planet beneath them fractured, expelling nearly a third of its mass into space.
Appearing away from the planet with his hands in his pockets, unaffected by the lack of oxygen and pressure differential, Anos calmly observed the aftermath of his attack from half a planet away, waiting. In the distance, a brief flash of crimson caught his eye. In the very next moment, without so much as a picosecond passing, a crimson fist filled his vision.
VWOOM
With an impact force that, from a distance, produced a phenomenon that made it appear as though space had contracted inward, Saitama punched Anos without holding back. Instead of being sent flying, both his fist and Anos's face were sucked into the black hole formed due to his fist's mass briefly rivaling a yellow star.
'This guy is awesome...' thought Saitama, a broad, battle-hungry smile adorning his face as he retracted his fist from the black hole using pure physical strength. At the same time, Anos pulled his face from it, his skin and the muscle torn from it regenerating instantly as they both launched follow-up attacks aimed at the black hole.
BA-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Though it shouldn't have been possible for sound to travel through space, the force of Saitama's and Anos's combined blows produced a low rumble as a massive tear—pitch black inside and luminous violet along the edges—opened between them. The nearby planet was simultaneously reduced to a shuddering mass of atomized dust, but with a grasping motion, Anos was able to draw over and compress it into the form of a blade he used to swipe at Saitama's neck.
'This bastard...' thought Saitama, his smile broadening even though Anos's sword had cleaved through his flesh and bone before stopping as it made contact with his spine. He managed to counter with a punch to the center of Anos's face, but while the force transmitted through him destroyed the very photons in the air, producing a phenomenon that made it appear as if he had erased countless stars, the raven-haired youth just smiled without appearing to have taken any damage.
Putting more force into his strike, Anos succeeded in severing Saitama's head from his body while telepathically projecting, 'Take pride. You are by far the most powerful opponent I've faced in this life.'
'And you've just given me a reason to become even stronger,' countered Saitama, still alive and cracking a smile even as his head spun through space. He eventually dissipated into motes of golden light, but if not for the rule that attacks that should be fatal were disqualifiers, he would have been able to reattach his head to his body or regrown a new one.
'It's time...' Anos thought to himself, staring into the void where his and Saitama's fight was being projected to the stadium's crowd as he spoke through the vacuum, stating, "I, Anos Voldigoad, Demon King of Tyranny, hereby challenge the Dragon God to face me in single combat."
'I accept...' responded Vahn, appearing a short distance from Anos in his black, grey, and gold-trimmed yukata. He wasn't fond of the sensation of being in a vacuum, but with his body veiled in an almost liquid-like golden aura, he was impervious to the pressure differential and intense heat from being directly exposed to the nearby sun's rays.
"You have my gratitude," stated Anos, pointing the planet-formed sword in his hand at Vahn and compressing it further, causing the blade to become thin like a white-hot, space-warping rapier. Vahn could feel himself being pulled forward despite having already transformed his body into light, but since the sword he was up against was effectively a contained black hole, he wasn't surprised.
Moving faster than Vahn could perceive, Anos unceremoniously tried to decapitate him. From the latter's perspective, Vahn only reacted after the attack had landed, his eyes widening in mild shock. What confused Anos was that, despite landing a direct hit and causing Vahn's neck to slightly warp at the point of contact, his attack didn't appear to inflict meaningful damage...
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