Seeing Black Rabbit curled up next to him with a contented smile on her face, Vahn couldn’t resist picking a few vibrant pink hairs from her face before planting a kiss on her forehead. She had been working a lot harder than him since the start of the Vahnatus, so, whenever they returned home, he had been making sure to pamper her as much as possible.
Sensing Vahn’s movements, Black Rabbit’s ears began to twitch before opening her ruby red eyes to stare back at him. His close proximity caused a blush to color her cheeks, but, instead of getting embarrassed, she nestled closer to him, forehead nuzzling against his chest as she muttered, “I love you…” in a tired yet sincere tone.
With a massive grin spreading across his face, Vahn drew Black Rabbit even closer to him as he replied, “The sun isn’t even up and you’ve already made my day…”
Giggling in response to Vahn’s words, Black Rabbit mewled an affectionate, “Oh, Vahn~.” as her ears and tail began to twitch. This caused a possessive glimmer to flash across Vahn’s eyes, but, instead of ruining the moment by making things sexual, he just continued to cradle Black Rabbit in his arms until her stomach issued an adorable growl…
“Someone’s hungry…”
Gently headbutting Vahn’s chest, Black Rabbit liberated herself from his embrace before sitting up, activating her [REquip] system, and saying, “I’m going to wash up…”
Though he was tempted to ask what the purpose of wearing clothes was when she was about to get in the bath, Vahn just smiled as he watched Black Rabbit scamper away in a set of lacy pink lingerie. He was honestly tempted to follow her, but, knowing exactly how that would end, he elected to give her some alone time so she wouldn’t be exhausted or distracted later in the day.
With that in mind, Vahn hopped out of the bed as if gravity simply didn’t affect him before popping his back and shoulders. This was ultimately unnecessary but it was a habit he had picked up a long time ago. It was very satisfying, and, much how he enjoyed observing the girls do their calisthenics, they would periodically peek in on him whenever they heard his bones popping.
Pretending he didn’t notice the pair of long and pink ears poking out from the bathroom entrance, Vahn performed a few yoga poses in the buff before donning a pair of trousers and making his way to the kitchen without a shirt. Along the way, he briefly linked his senses with Will to receive a quick status report. This was the benefit of having Will as a Template. He didn’t even need any peripherals to keep tabs on everything happening within the Sage Dragon’s Hearth at all times.
“Keep up the good work, buddy.”
“As you wish, Sir.”
Understanding that Vahn was talking to him, Will immediately replied in a soft, synthetic voice that sounded like a young male butler. This wasn’t a personality Vahn had given him. Instead, it was the personality Will had decided for itself after accessing the vast pool of knowledge they shared. Thus, while it was a little strange, Vahn allowed the youthful-sounding AI to do its own thing…
“Good morning, Master.”
Entering the kitchen, Vahn found Leticia setting the table while another version of himself prepared breakfast. She was a little surprised by his sudden and shirtless appearance, but, after a quick shake of the head, she managed to collect herself to return a smile and a polite greeting.
Offering a polite smile of his own, Vahn made his way over the caress Leticia’s head before making his way over to the stove. Then, after briefly exchanging glances with his other self, the two of them made breakfast for everyone in the estate. This included the kittens, who, despite only being a few months old, were already transitioning to solid foods.
Seeing her two Masters preparing breakfast side-by-side, the faint blush on Leticia’s face became progressively brighter until she massaged the tension out of her cheeks. She already knew Vahn possessed the ability to manifest multiple versions of himself but it was rare to see two of them in the same place. This caused a number of licentious thoughts to invade her mind, so, after stealing a few more glances their way, she bowed towards their backs before momentarily excusing herself…
Sensing Leticia’s departure, the two Vahn’s issued a simultaneous chuckle as a green pulse invisible to everyone but themselves briefly spread across reality. This drastically increased the flow of time within the kitchen. As a result, Leticia only made it a few steps down the hall before the version of Vahn that had been present from the beginning was following behind her. As for the Vahn that had been attending to Black Rabbit, he finished setting the table before setting a preservation charm on the banquet-like arrangement. Then, like many Vahn’s before him, he simply ceased to exist…
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As it was the last day of the Vahnatus, everyone except Nono decided to tag along. This included Shirayukihime, who still needed to participate, Seraphina, intent on claiming her prize, Usalia, who would be facing off against Pweamma in the finals, Sarina, who just wanted to spectate, Leticia, who dominated the archery event, and Fenrir, who, after setting an unbreakable record the previous day, dropped out of the competition so that others would have a chance to win prizes. (A/N: I feel like an owl wrote this sentence…)
“If you’re feeling nervous, you don’t have to participate. Better yet, you can always transform into your true form…”
Though she was, in fact, feeling nervous, Hime managed to appear resolute as she adopted a slight pout and said, “I’m going to participate…”
Nodding his head in approval, Vahn surprised the petite dragoness by gently grabbing her horns and planting a kiss between the runes on her forehead. This caused the surrounding temperature to skyrocket, but, other than a light blush, Hime’s expression remained unchanged as she stared up at him and added, “I will win…”
Since her only real competition was a demon that resembled a drowning victim and a woman with distant ties to the Nereids of Greek Mythos, Vahn had few doubts regarding Hime’s ability to clinch a victory. Her greatest enemy was her bashful and reserved nature, but, so long as she focused on the competition, that shouldn’t be an issue…
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Fortunately, while it was a little unexpected, all of the attention Hime had expected to be directed towards her was stolen by a woman that vaguely resembled Mordred. She had a lithe and athletic figure, a boyish and confident smile, golden-blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, and, most notably, a complete lack of swimwear. Her actual placement was only fifth, but, with the penultimate goal of most female contestants being to garner attention, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say she had come out on top. As for Hime, she managed to secure first without any issues whatsoever…
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“I already expected this after I saw your performance on the first day but I’m still a little surprised we actually met in the finals. Tell me, why do you bother to walk around resembling a brat when you have a far more mature form…?”
After the other matches had been deciding, Pweamma and Usalia found themselves facing each other in the finals. Since she had been paying close attention to every other contestant, Pweamma knew Usalia was capable of transforming, so, with the latter currently in what Vahn referred to as her ‘Aggroli’ state, the four-armed woman couldn’t resist asking why.
Holding up her paws, Usalia stared at her claws and the pads on her hands before looking back at Pweamma and answering, “Because it’s more comfortable. I also prefer being cute over being sexy, plip. Besides, you’re mistaken about something…”
With one set of her arms crossed, Pweamma raised her brows, smiling as she asked, “Oh? And what might that be…?”
With her tuft of a tail growing larger and her hair becoming noticeably spikier, Usalia’s body began to rapidly increase in size as she answered, “I can become big even without transforming my body, plip…”
Seeing Usalia grow from an adorably petite bunny who barely crested the 120cm mark to a giant that easily exceeded twenty meters, cold sweat began to spread across Pweamma’s body. If Usalia was just big, she wouldn’t have been surprised. The thing that frightened her to her core was that the previous petite bunny was now radiating an amount of energy she couldn’t even comprehend at her current level.
“Someone’s been drinking their milk…”
Since she didn’t want people staring at her now-gigantic butt, or, even worse, the crease that would periodically appear beneath it, Usalia responded to Pweamma’s remark by swiping her paw toward her in a manner that resembled a cat playing with a mouse. Her speed was hardly influenced by her increase in size, so, to the shock and awe of many, Pweamma was instantaneously sent flying like a reddish-grey meteor.
To her credit, Pweamma wasn’t actually injured by Usalia’s attack. The bodies of the Asura and Asuri tribe were nearly indestructible, so, in the split-second between Usalia’s attack and her body nearly crashing into the surrounding barrier, she managed to right herself and stop her momentum using a fiery runic platform that had manifested out of thin air.
The primary difference between males and females of the Asura/Asuri tribe was that the men were adept at reinforcing their bodies even further while the women were experts and manifesting their energy externally. This resembled magic to some, but, in reality, it was a unique skill that combined spiritual and divine energies to counteract almost anything their opponents could throw at them.
With a massive grin spreading across her face, Pweamma launched herself towards Usalia as fiery runes spread across her body. She knew she was going to lose but there was no way in hell she was going to go down without a fight.
Surprised by Pweamma’s quick recovery, Usalia was nearly caught off guard by the battle-hungry Asuri. Fortunately, her reaction time was beyond the comprehension of most people, so, after a very brief pause, she simply contracted her form so that Pweamma flew over her. The latter responded by creating another runic platform, but, the moment she was about to bound towards Usalia, her pupils contracted when she noticed the now-petite bunny gathering a ball of unbelievably dense energy between her paws.
“Usagi Blast~!”
Releasing the energy between her palms skyward, Usalia blasted a hole through the arena’s barrier as if it didn’t even exist. This was an attack capable of decimating planets, and, while this normally wouldn’t be enough to break through Vahn’s barrier, Usalia’s affinity with destruction allowed the concentrated beam to penetrate the barrier as if it were wet paper.
Fortunately, members of the Asuri tribe had a similar affinity with the Law of Destruction, so, even though she had taken a direct hit from the energy beam, Pweamma emerged relatively unscathed. There were areas of her previously grey skin that now shone with a golden hue, but, compared to her bunny suit, her body was relatively undamaged.
Using three of her hands to cover her breasts, crotch, and backside, a wry smile developed across Pweamma’s face as she raised her only free hand and said, “I surrender. I might be confident in my figure but I don’t have an exposure fetish. Looks like this round goes to you, brat.”
Adopting a slight pout, Usalia surprised Pweamma quite a bit by stating, “I am more than eighteen hundred years old. Don’t call me a brat, plip.”
As she had only recently turned 183, Pweamma felt a little awkward hearing Usalia’s remark. At the same time, however, she was eager to get off the stage so that she could find something to wear. It didn’t exactly bother her but she would rather avoid providing even more ‘material’ for the billions of people watching the Vahnatus. If she did become a God in the future, she wanted to be a God of War. Thus, before people could begin associating her with sex, she offered a curt wave to the crowd before promptly departing the arena…
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: ‘Living the dream…’,’Losing a battle in order to win the war xD…’,’Fear the Aggroli…!’)
