Following a protracted bath with several of his harem members and the girls from Fairy Tail, Vahn teleported to the exterior of what looked like a traditional, three-story Ryokan, but in place of wood and bamboo, it was constructed from fairly modern materials.
"Vahn Mason, I presume...?" questioned a buxom, sharp-eyed woman with blue hair tied up in a loose bun with golden chopsticks, fringe that framed her face, and bangs that partly obscured the right of her yellow eyes. The energy within her made it clear she was a Fallen Angel, and since she was presumably a worker at the Ryokan, her body was garbed in a maroon-red kimono with a deep cut that exposed her cleavage.
"You presume correctly," affirmed Vahn, nodding.
"I am Kalawarna, a Fallen Angel formerly in the service of the Grigori..." revealed the woman, seemingly expecting Vahn to recognize her name. When he didn't, the palpable tension in her body diminished, followed by her half-turning, gazing back at him over her right shoulder, and adding, "I will guide you to where Azazel-sama and his guests await..."
"By all means..." replied Vahn, offering a curt nod before following in the shapely Fallen's wake. His eyes briefly narrowed when Sis revealed that her name was the same as one of the Fallen who conspired to steal Asia's Sacred Gear, but since she was hardly a threat even then, he decided not to pursue the matter. Even Issei had forgiven the Fallen who killed him, so as long as Kalawarna had been punished, it wasn't his place to punish her further...
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"Long time no see, Intertwining Dragon God..." remarked Vali, leaning cross-armed against a wall flanking a pair of sliding doors. A confident smile adorned his face, but Vahn couldn't help noticing that the energy in his body was unstable.
"Are you injured...?" asked Vahn, raising his right brow slightly.
"I might be. But not to the extent I require your concern..." responded Vali, narrowing his faintly luminous blue eyes before leaning away from the wall, approaching the sliding doors, and adding, "Let's head inside. The others are waiting..."
"Mmn..." hummed Vahn, briefly meeting the gaze of Kalawarna before stepping past her to enter the private dining hall beyond the two doors. The moment he did, he felt a change in the air as, even in their relaxed states, the power of the individuals within was world-class.
"Ah, Vahn, welcome...!" exclaimed Azazel, seated at a low-lying wooden dining table with six cushioned seats. Alongside him were three people, the first being a handsome, bespectacled man with pale blonde hair, blue eyes, a braid to the left of his face, and elegant attire befitting the Butler of a Noble. Next to him was a petite, cutesy girl with similarly blonde hair and large blue eyes, but her hair was shoulder-length and formed billowy curls, while her outfit was a mix between a girl's boarding school uniform and a Witch's outfit, including an oversized, blue, large-brimmed steepled hat and a matching cape covered in pink flowers.
Though he briefly met the gaze of the fourth person seated at the table, a handsome youth with somewhat tanned skin and short, somewhat spiky reddish-brown hair, brown eyes with a heroic gleam, and a limber, athletic build, Vahn's focus quickly shifted to the ceiling, where a buxom woman with familiar yellow eyes, soot-black hair, and, most notably, cat-like ears and two tails loomed, standing upside down with her bare feet adhered to the ceiling. Her body was loosely garbed in a black kimono with red trim, a bright yellow obi, large black and gold beads, and an ornate hairpin that kept her hair fixed in two lops, but what caught Vahn's attention was the fact she wasn't wearing panties. This was normal with a kimono, but since the woman wore hers loosely and was standing upside down, anyone who wanted could see her hairless pussy, exposed without care.
"You're pretty sharp..." remarked the woman, narrowing her cat-like eyes and smiling as she noted, "I masked my presence with Senjutsu, but you still noticed me..."
"Are you Kuroka...?" asked Vahn, unable to ignore the similarities between the woman before him and Koneko. Their proportions and hair color were distinctly different, but the natural and demonic energy coursing through their bodies was startlingly similar due to them being twins.
"Oh? Did my little sister tell you about me? That's rather unexpected..." remarked Kuroka, outstretching her hands toward Vahn. The latter was initially confused by this, but after seeing her flex her fingers a few times, he raised his own, allowing her to grab his hands and flip down from the ceiling, landing in front of him. This caused her already drooping kimono to sag further, but even with the peaks of her pale pink nipples exposed, Kuroka didn't seem to care in the slightest as she closed her eyes, leaned her head forward, and gave Vahn a sniff while maintaining her hold on his hands.
"You smell really good..." remarked Kuroka, opening her eyes and looking up at Vahn with suspicion as she accused, "But I don't detect my sister's scent on you. Have you not been caring for her properly?"
"I took a bath before coming here," explained Vahn, clarifying, "The water we use has the property of completely removing scent particles so I don't end up carrying around a bunch of scents..."
"Mmn...I see..." muttered Kuroka, her voice deep and sensual, almost like a purr, as she rather abruptly drew her face closer and rubbed the sides of her forehead against Vahn's chest, unmistakably marking him with her scent. In the process, her very large, nearly hundred-centimeter breasts pressed against Vahn's abdomen, the friction invariably causing them to become fully exposed and causing his not-so-little brother to rouse from its slumber.
"I'm assuming this is a calling card meant to incite your sister...?" asked Vahn, causing Kuroka to look up at him, deliberately pressing her breasts against him as she responded, "Make sure you deliver it properly, okay, nya~?" with a mischievous grin.
"Why don't you just meet with her...?" asked Vahn, surprising Kuroka by producing a second pair of hands to fix her kimono. He didn't mind having her rub against him, but if there was even a slim possibility that she would become one of his women in the future, he didn't want the four other men present seeing her naked.
"Do you think she'd want to meet me...?" asked Kuroka, a hint of sadness briefly flashing across her eyes before she closed them, shook her head, looked up at Vahn, and playfully added, "Though, if you want to adopt me, I have been looking for a partner to produce powerful offspring. Perhaps I should be a good big sister for once and set an example for that little brat to follow, nya..."
Blinking in surprise, Vahn caused Kuroka to become statuesque as he casually revealed, "You weren't aware? Koneko is already pregnant with our first child..."
Staring back at Azazel over her right shoulder, Kuroka's voice noticeably deepened, pale purple Touki exuding from her body as she asked, "Were you aware of this, Azazel...?"
Raising his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, Azazel responded, "I'm innocent. I had heard that several members of the Dragon's Pavilion were expecting, but I wasn't aware of the specifics. Information flowing from the Intertwining Dragon's Palace's upper floors is more of a trickle than a stream."
Turning back to Vahn, Kuroka, exuding a sisterly aura similar to Serafall, asserted, "Once we're finished here, you will take me to my sister..." in a tone that left little room for discussion.
"Assuming she's willing to meet with you, I'll arrange it..." affirmed Vahn, nodding. Kuroka's split, soot-black tails flicked and vibrated frustratedly in response, but since she couldn't force Koneko to meet her, she separated from Vahn, fixed her kimono, and gazed back at her team, saying, "I need some fresh air..." before promptly leaving, causing the frame of the sliding doors to splinter from the force of her closing.
'That's not the reaction of a sister who callously abandoned her younger sibling...' noted Vahn, following Kuroka's departure with a thoughtful gaze. His curiosity had been comprehensively piqued, but since he would learn the truth once Koneko was ready to share, he decided not to follow after the buxom Nekoshou or probe those present for an explanation. Instead, after learning that the other three present were the descendants of King Arthur, Morgan Le Fay, and Sun Wukong, he spent a few hours discussing which world would best suit their desire to become stronger before giving them provisional access to the Tower's System...
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Rather than 'getting some fresh air' as she claimed, the first thing Kuroka did after leaving Azazel's Ryokan was make a beeline for the Intertwining Dragon's Palace. Her intention was to sneak inside and locate Koneko, but long before she reached it, Grayfia appeared near her, sporting a relaxed smile as she remarked, "This is not a place outsiders can come and go at their leisure..."
After quickly creating some distance between her and Grayfia, Kuroka narrowed her eyes in recognition, her body tensing as she noted, "You're the Ultimate Queen, Grayfia Lucifuge...the Intertwining Dragon God has a pretty scary doorkeeper..."
"And you're Kuroka, the elder sister of our beloved resident Nekoshou..." countered Grayfia, power surging from her body as she asked, "Why have you come here?"
"Can't a big sister meet their little sister without unrelated parties butting in...?" asked Kuroka, channeling her Touki in preparation for a tough battle. She knew the odds of her defeating someone as powerful as Grayfia were slim, but she was determined to meet Koneko.
"Under normal circumstances, perhaps," conceded Grayfia. "But it wasn't long ago that this realm was assailed by people from the organization you formerly belonged to. Believing you can sneak in at such a time is beyond foolish..."
"Who said anything about sneaking in...?" asked Kuroka, adopting one of her characteristically mischievous grins as she asserted, "I was planning to knock on the front door and request entry, nya..."
"Unlikely..." muttered Grayfia, her silver eyes narrowing and tone flat as she established a telepathic connection with Vahn. Lucky for Kuroka, he was already aware of the black-haired Nekoshou's actions and had taken the initiative to contact Koneko on her behalf.
"Mmn...the palace's master is willing to permit you entry, but only if you're prepared to have your power sealed..." revealed Grayfia, producing a large red collar as she explained, "He will not allow a potential threat anywhere near the mothers of his children..."
Staring at the collar in Grayfia's hand and sensing an inordinately potent sealing technique attached to it, Kuroka couldn't help frowning. The thing she hated most was having her freedoms restricted, but she couldn't fault Vahn for taking measures to ensure Koneko's safety.
"Fine..." responded Kuroka, exhaling from her nose, closing her eyes, and spreading her hands to shrug as she conceded, "Your master gave us the benefit of the doubt by allowing us to enter this place. I will trust him, just this once..."
"A wise decision..." affirmed Grayfia, directing the collar to float toward Kuroka as she stated, "Goshujin-sama is among the most righteous and compassionate beings you could meet. And, more than anything else, he holds the concept of family in high regard. Do not betray his trust, and he will invariably do what he can to help you repair the relationship with your sister..."
"I'm planning to bear his children, so what reason would I have to betray him...?" countered Kuroka, her tone playful as she affixed the collar to her neck. Feeling her power wane was unpleasant, but since she was certain Vali and the others would rescue her if she were detained against her will, she did her best to appear unruffled and confident.
"That will depend on Koneko-chan..." stated Grayfia, waiting until Kuroka's aura had completely waned before approaching the buxom woman to give her a cursory search. Then, once Koneko was ready, she teleported her to where the white-haired Nekoshou was waiting with a grim but determined expression...
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