『Yuta Yukimura』
"As always, you are so durable, nya. Are you really feeling alright, Hubby?"
Kuroka crouched over my splayed out form, completely exhausted and drenched in sweat. I was pretty thankful I had Musk disabled at the moment.
I was currently in full form, as in without using Void Clones and was training with Kuroka. More specifically, I was training my senses.
Kuroka was a master of illusions. I had seen it when she used it against Kokabiel but she was really insane with them. So we played a sort of cat and mouse game. I had to chase around Kuroka, but at the same time I had to guess which one was the real her and which was a fake.
Then there was her throwing projectiles at me while I was blindfolded to make me better at sensing energies. I was getting hit a lot of times, but I still had regeneration to keep me healthy. I was improving, but not too much. I'd probably take a while to get anywhere proper with my sensing abilities.
"I'm... alive."
She poked my cheek as I laid prone on the floor.
"Your abilities really are fearsome, and you are certainly even with Shirone in terms of base abilities, but you really cannot match the weight class you are supposed to be fighting in, can you, nya? You can't keep relying on Devil Trigger forever. Fights can drag on for a while."
"Yup, I'm very aware."
Despite the sheer amount of strength I could wield in Devil Trigger, when not using it or any abilities, I doubted I could beat Riser in stats. Which was extremely reasonable for the amount of time I have been a devil for, but I felt like the escalation of threats was getting a bit scary for my taste. Something nefarious was brewing, and I did not like it.
"It would be great if we could unlock your Touki, but I'm a rather poor teacher, nya. Due to being a prodigy, I never had to practise the basics. I breezed through them."
I got up from my spot on the floor and looked her in the eyes.
"Touki? What's that?"
Kuroka held out her hand, and I saw her entire body enveloped in a shimmering while aura like Dragonball Ki.
"Touki is like the external manifestation of your Life-Force or Ki. Those who have it use it to enhance their bodies, use it as a natural barrier and enhance the power of their attacks. To harness it, one must either go through rigorous training or be practised in Senjutsu like me. Though I prefer using my Senjutsu over it, nya. This kitty doesn't like to punch."
That sounded like just the thing I needed to learn. I was at that awkward spot where, without Devil Trigger, I was about as strong as the average High Rank, with it, I was stronger than most High Ranks but weaker than almost all Ultimate Ranks.
"How do you reckon I could learn it if you couldn't teach me?"
Kuraka leaned back, stretching languidly before answering in a lazy fashion.
"We are pretty close to Kyoto nyo~? If you want to learn, Touki going to its birthplace would be your best bet, you could probably find a teacher there easy. Aren't you the Leviathan now? You'd think they'd be eager to have you."
I rubbed my chin. I had obviously heard of Kyoto being one of the main territories of Shinto, where yokai and such converged under the rule of its ruler, Yasaka, the Kyubi.
"What do you know about Kyoto anyway, Kuroka?"
She shrugged and shook her head.
"Not much nya, I've never been to Japan before Shirone moved there. I was born in the Underworld and raised there, and afterwards I lived as a stray devil. I tried to visit Kyoto once before, but I was chased off since they aren't very warm to stray devils like me. I'd like to visit it someday, of course. I think some of my mother's relatives are still alive there. But I'm still a stray kitty."
She said in a forlorn tone, which made me think it was about as good as any to break out the proposition I had for her.
"Say, Kuroka, you know how I became a High Class devil and am going to get an Evil Piece set right?"
"What about it, nya?"
I got up and patted her head, using the power of Greater Headpat and Massage together as Kuroka melted in my hands before asking.
"Kuroka, I want you to be my queen."
She blinked slowly, looking me right in the eyes as a blush overtook her face. This was the first time I saw her this flustered.
"W-what are you saying nya-!? You can't just make me your queen, don't you know why I got exiled? I'm an S-class Stray devil!"
I scratched the back of her cat ears to calm her down as I spoke firmly but gently.
"But I can and I want to. Kuroka, you have been at my side for as long as I can remember. I cannot think of a better queen than you. And I want you to experience freedom, I want to take you with me without you having to worry."
Her eyes darted around, but she couldn't hide her true feelings against me. Despite trying to deny me, she was incredibly happy at the moment. Her resistance was purely out of worry for me.
"B-but wyon't that cause problems nya!? I get you are Leviathan, but-"
"Who cares? If they have problems with it, they can take them to me. I don't give a damn. They can't touch me; they are the ones who want me, so they are the ones who have to accommodate me. It's not my problem, it's theirs. So, what do you say, Kuroka?"
Kuroka jumped up and hugged me, nearly throwing me off my feet, before I braced myself. She snuggled up to my neck and purred loudly.
"As you always say, Yuta-kun, 'Do you think there is a chance of me saying no?'. Yes! Make me your Queen nya~!"
With that, she nipped at my neck and pushed me down, loosening her kimono with a lusty gaze.
"Now, Yuta, you can't get a girl so worked up with your sweet words and not expect them to take some revenge~!"
Sorry hips, you'll have to take one for the team.
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『Yuta Yukimura』
If my hips could speak, their first words would be cussing me out.
The mind is willing, but the body is a bruised, spongy, whiny loser. I needed to get that Touki asap, because I'm pretty sure if I keep abusing Regeneration to keep having sex, my body will rebel by... giving me a stroke or something.
I'll contact Serafall about visiting Kyoto, see if she can arrange something for me. After all, she was the Satan of External Affairs and not the Satan of bumming around, contrary to what Grayfia was trying to convince me of.
But before that, I should make some dinner for the girls before they come back from Kuoh Academy.
With a quick application of Shadow Storage washing over me, all dirt on my body was cleansed of filth, leaving me pristine. I pulled out my hair tie from storage and tied my hair into a ponytail. It had gotten quite long by now. Maybe I should look into cutting it.
As I was heading into the kitchen, though, I was intrigued to hear a sound of gentle humming. Hastening my steps a tad, I saw her.
It was Shuri in a naked apron, bent over the counter, busy cooking something while wiggling her hips enticingly.
Why was she in a naked apron? I have no idea. Did she even know I was home? Regardless, it was a blessing for my eyes, and not the kind that hurt due to my nature as a Devil.
Shaking my head, I rolled up my sleeves and approached her, feeling slightly mischievous, and knowing the propensities of her daughter, I greeted her with a light slap to the ass.
Slap!
"Oh! My my~ it's not good to startle the cook, Yuta-kun, I didn't know when you'd be back, but I thought I should be prepared. It seems like it worked very well."
I gave her plentiful soft ass a good squeeze, marvelling at the feeling of the flesh as Shuri smiled at me with smouldering eyes. But I eventually let go, I only had so much time to cook after all.
"It's great to see you too Shuri. Mind a helping hand?"
She shook her head fondly.
"Such a nice boy, of course not. If I know anything about your cooking, I'd be a fool to refuse. I'm making some rice at the moment."
Taking out my apron from Shadow Storage, I donned it and slotted in Peal Jam before taking out some cooking implements from the same space.
"Got it, I'll work on making some curry, and maybe some sushi for Koneko and Kuroka. Maybe some miso soup as a side dish."
Shuri put a hand on her cheek and looked rather taken aback.
"Yuta-kun, I don't think we can finish so many dishes at once, can we?"
Instead of giving a verbal response, the air around me shimmered as several [Shadow Hands] came into existence and went to their own stations, my multitasking supplemented by placing Observer marks on them.
"I... suppose that works. I never thought I'd be seeing a Devil cook with hands made of darkness."
With my affinity for Darkness, the Shadow Hands moved like second hands, chopping up vegetables and boiling some water. While Shuri tended to her rice, she was definitely a better cook at traditional Japanese cuisine than me, but you just couldn't beat Pearl Jam, thankfully, if we were cooking together, it would still apply.
As I was cooking, I let out a deep, unwinding breath.
"Hmm? Is something wrong Yuta-kun?"
Shuri addressed me with almost maternal concern, but I shook my head.
"No, I'm just enjoying relaxing. Some domestic work feels like heaven after dealing with all those stuffy nobles."
She softly giggled and placed a kiss on my cheek. It was at this moment that I remembered my apron actually had the words "Kiss the cook" on it.
"Well then, hopefully this will make up for it. Rest up all you want, Yuta-kun you are home now. Although I'll say I'm a bit disappointed at the reaction you gave to my outfit."
"I do have to cook, and your daughter got me used to the sight. Would you rather I have jumped you?"
"Ufufu~ like mother like daughter. I should have known. She takes so much after me. And I can't say I would have objected~."
Dammit, if my flesh wasn't still bruised by Kuroka, I would have pounced right here and now.
"I'll keep that in mind. So, how has life been?"
I wanted to know how well Shuri was taking to her new lease in life. She thought for a moment before answering.
"Kuoh is a really nice town, and every day with my Daughter is a blessing. It's like she both grew up and never grew up at the same time. But I wish I could connect with her better; her Devil work feels so foreign to me."
A low, thoughtful hum emerged from my mouth.
"Say, Shuri. You said you were a Shinto priest, right? Does that mean you know magic?"
She nodded her head readily.
"Of course, I was the daughter of the head of the Himejima clan. Although I'm a bit rusty, back in my heyday, I fought off plenty of Yokai."
"In that case, would you like to become my Pawn?"
The words left my lips without even thinking
"Ara~?"
A/N: Kuroka is a real queen, the best queen for Yuta, certainly. And the seeds have been set, we may need to take a detour to Kyoto to breed Yasaka- I mean we may have to go to Kyoto to learn some Touki, that. I have no ulterior motives for wanting to go to Kyoto, just trust me.
Speaking of Shinto, I wanted to give some focus to Shuri now that she has had some time acclimate to Kuoh. She has a different vibe to the other Milfs I like. I wanted Yuta to have a domestic moment after day after day of surprises. What did you guys think about Kuroka and Shuri's scenes?
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