Chapter 1
I have absolutely no fucking clue why I'm here.
Right now, I'm standing atop a mountain in the middle of what I'm fairly certain is evening.
The sky is nice and clear, so besides seeing the start of a setting sun, I'm also catching a long sweep of the land beneath the mountain I'm standing atop.
Within which, several more mountains stretch out within the horizons.
Foreign is truly the only right word that comes to mind.
I've never gone mountain climbing before, but I'm fairlycertain America doesn't have sights like this...
Then again. From what's little memory I have left, I don't think I got out much, to begin with.
Still, I knew enough to recognize that what ended up giving away where I am was the Japanese on the sparse signs dotting this mountain top, the Japanese that I could read perfectly.
There's not a soul around right now, it's just me up here, and the usual creeping cold, so I'm free to do the only thing I really wanna do right now.
"Ugghhhhh..."
Vomit off the railings as I have been, and will continue to do, ever since I got here five minutes ago.
The moment I arrived, I haven't even been able to panic, or plan, I just felt this overwhelming sickness.
Moving felt like pushing my entire body through sludge. My head is fucking pounding, I can't focus, and every single instinct in my body is telling me that I need to lie down.
But I can't! The ground is too damn rocky and my instincts correct themselves to bed. But I don't have a bed right now, so fuck you body!
Leaning against the rails and hurling off the side is quite honestly the only slightly comforting thing right now, ugh...
"Well now...what do we have here?"
An oily snake-like voice hisses throughout the air, presumably towards me.
I freeze. My instincts correct themselves again to danger, as does my mind agree, but my body is giving the Error 404 code right now.
So I'll have to get back to you there.
Instead, I decide, rather stupidly, to see who the hell is talking to me.
And there, not too far away behind me, is...
Good Lord in all that is unholy what the fuck!?
A snake thing, with its flesh peeled back revealing it's head like a hood and flayed in several other places across its body to reveal tanned, meaty flesh, and boney stinger for a tail.
Worst part? The single boney arm the fucker has.
My face processes this thing's appearance by projecting a gape.
"Ah, I sssee you have frozen up in fear at my majestic appearance!" the thing hisses with glee.
"A-Ah," I rasp out with effort, "No no, that's not it..." damn it body, even talking is hard!
"Ho?" the thing questions, "The sssick prey can ssspeak...lovely!" the thing wraps its one boney arm around itself, I think it's hugging itself? What in the fuck!?
"I jussst love hearing prey ssscream when I feassst!" it wiggles and cackles to itself in glee.
I gulp, trying to hold back another wave of nausea. I really don't have time for this.
"Y-You aren't, majessstic..." I mock, it freezes, "you're," I hiccup, "fucking disssgusssting!"
And with that, I proceed to vomit again, right in front of the fucker.
Fuck you bitch. If I'm dying a second time, I sure ain't going out like a bitch just standing there!
The snake creature gapes, I think anyways, right at me, seemingly completely caught off guard.
I smirk and decide to keep it going then while it lets me.
"The hell even are y-you, eh?" Ah, my beautiful voice, the more I talk the easier it gets. Adrenaline? Probably. "A rubber hose with g-grass hair and an insect for a tail? Your mother must be so disappointed in y-you-!"
Suddenly, the fucker blurs. I gag and choke as the fuckers boney arm wraps itself around my throat and pins me to the railing, his face and tongue thing right rippling with poorly constrained anger.
"DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MUMMY!" the monster absolutely seethes, "I WASSS THE ONE THAT KILLED THE BASSSTARD THAT TOOK HER FROM ME! THE FIEND! DEVIL! SCUM! I BECAME THISSS! STRAYED! BUT SHE'S FREE NOW!"
Okay. Woah. What the fuck. Didn't see this coming.
Wait, what was that about a Devil? And becoming this form?
I grumble, attempting to speak, but the bastard tightens his grip, and I only manage a choked gasp.
"ALLL HUMANSSS ARE PREEYYY..." it drawls out, slowly like a bloody mantra, "They FAILED to save mummy, so for EVERY beating, EVERY rape that Devil gave to her...I'll break a HUMAN in HALF, and drink their SSSWEET. SSSUCULENT...BRAIINNS."
Oh fuck oh shit. I could feel this fucker just shiver as he came from talking about that!
Tragic backstory or not, it's me or you buddy. It sucks, really, but I'm fairly certain I know where I am, which means you're fucked.
Well. If he would take his hand off my throat. Then he would be.
I don't have any powers, not that I can feel over my overwhelming sickness anyways, so this will have to do!
I reach up, slightly, drawing what I'm fairly certain is the Stray Devil's attention towards me.
"What isss it!?" It hisses.
I point towards my throat.
"Ah...want me to ssstart there? Fitting, yesss...your voice did get you into this mess after all..."
As soon as the boney arm loosens just enough to let my windpipe free, I take a big deep breath of it and scream.
"YAHWEH!" the True Name of God.
I don't know any scriptures or writings from the Bible, or any Holy Book really. Hell, I don't even remember most of my old life, just my trivia and knowledge.
But this? The True Name of God? It should work. It's something considered so Holy that you aren't to say it, or even erase it once written, after all.
And oh yeah, it has an effect alright!
The Stray Devil screeches with the force of a thousand nails against chalkboards as it recoils back and slams into the ground, writhing into the dirt and rock like it's trying to escape from me.
I collapse to the ground, heaving as that same damn sickness returns in full force, clawing at my throat and stifling my body again.
I grit my teeth, forcefully push it all down, and shakily get up.
Not even a moment later, I throw myself back to the ground to dodge a disgusting glob of yellowish-red slime aimed at my head.
"Fuuuck!" I shout as I try and force myself back up again.
I can hear the railing behind where I just was melting, I don't even need to turn to see it.
"G-Ghaahh!? What was that!? What did you just say, human!?" this thing already wiggled back up, fuck!
I grimace, then snort, "I see that lisp was a poor attempt a-at trying to be intimidating, huh!"
I can see and feel it bristle, "You BRAT!"
"YAHWEH!"
"AHHHHHHHH!"
And onto the floor, it goes again!
You know, I really shouldn't be doing this on second thought. Like, really, it isn't likely that the True Name of God is even known...but, eh. Fuck it.
I'd rather deal with the Angels than that freak show! At least the Angels might kill me painlessly and relieve my sickness first!
On shaky legs, I stand upright once more and begin trying to trudge away.
When I do, and meet what feels like liquid air holding me back from even jogging, I realize something.
I can't run away. My body will either collapse before I can get far enough away, I just won't be fast enough.
Another thing, the fucker is already getting back up! That small little increase in the distance made it less effective. Are you kidding me!?
"YAHW-Ugghhhh!" I gag and fall to my knees and vomit once more.
Fuck this second life.
One lucky thing, though? He isn't diving straight for me, seemingly realizing what I just did.
If he's further away, he'll be less affected by that word.
Guess it really put the Fear of God into him, huh? Eh?
Fuck this really isn't the time for jokes.
The snake slithers back quickly, I smirk at the fear I see in its eyes, then grimace as it slowly starts tracing a circle around me.
"Shit!" then roll out of the way as another yellowish red mucus ball comes for me, this time I get to really see the way the thing practically dissolves whatever it touches!
Joy.
"You will die!" It hisses out, "Either way slowly, by acid or my teeth! It doesn't matter! I will have your screams to comfort my dreams tonight!"
"Fuck your dreams!" I spat out, grunting with exertion as I roll to dodge another mucus shot, "I just got here! I can't e-even remember who I am! So fuck your dreams! And fuck you with a scalding hot rusting railroad s-spike!"
The snake actually had the gall to look offended, so I added, "YAHWEH!" and watched with glee as the thing screeched and writhed in agony.
It didn't fall over like it was dying, but it still had an effect, weaker as it was it was something.
I also decided on another thing for sure.
I'm not gonna let this fucker kill me.
I'm not sure why I'm here. I'm not sure who put me here, to begin with. If this body I now have even had a life before I woke up here.
Regardless, I was fully prepared to accept a second death when I saw this thing, but considering the world I'm in?
Fuck that! This fucking danger noodle from a Devil's trash bin has the gall to try and kill me!?
I clenched my teeth, and flexed my hands, as I felt pure unadulterated rage fill my veins like molten metal. Rage at life I lost once, for the family I know I forgot. Rage at whoever put me here without even a bloody note! Rage at the idea that I would even give up so soon a second time around!
I growled like some sort of beast possessed as I forced my sick body to fucking obey. To do something!
And felt as if something in the back of my mind snapped into place.
Like when awakening from a vivid dream, my senses, the feeling of the clothes against my body, the flex of muscles I didn't know I had, all of those sensations came crashing down upon me.
Knowledge of skills I know I never learned suddenly struck me in equal measure, and as one, my mind and body moved to complete a new plan.
A plan to survive.
I dashed back towards the railing, kicking up dirt and rock in my path.
"Hnnngh!? You!" I could hear it, the beast move and spit mucus at me at the same time. I could feel him as he slithered towards me, the vibrations of his body against the ground.
They were just as disgusting as him.
With a deft hop, I leaped onto the railing and back flipped off as the mucus struck home, immediately melting another part of it, and weakening the overall structure further.
The snake appeared before me, bone arm swinging with claws outstretched.
So...slow. I can see him move. It's so much slower than before...
I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with so much air I thought my lungs would burst, before leaning down and forwards, easily dodging under the claw swipe.
His eye widens, eventually comically so, as I shoulder charge into him with all my newfound might.
His body lifts from the ground, flying straight through the railings, which easily collapse as they're partially melted already before he's sent careening off the cliff edge.
And just for one last fuck you?
"Yahweh." I say, not even scream, and watch with mirth as he howls in rage, pain, and fear into the abyss below.
As I hear the sickening thud of the snake's body crashing into solid hard rock, I allow myself a smile.
"Damn danger noodle. Get fucked." Oh yeah, me! You really showed him! A likely Low-Class Stray Devil with so many issues it would make Rias' Peerage look like the picture-perfect definition of fine mental health!
I don't have much time to curb my ego, or celebrate, as a coughing fit overtakes me and I once again find myself collapsing to the ground.
"W-Well!" I hack, and cough some more, "Fuck m-me too, I guess! Ugghhh~..."
At least I didn't throw up again. Yet.
I should probably get out of here before this new strength leaves me. Fucking snake probably didn't actually die from the fall.
With that frankly sobering thought, I stagger to my feet, pick a direction, and walk in it. As long it was away from the snake thing, I didn't care, but I figured taking what the signs were telling me was the normal way down would be a bad idea.
Bitch would probably be stalking the official entrance or exit for food, and will likely try and race there to catch me, assuming I would leave from there, presuming he's dead.
But I'm presuming he's still alive. Suming-seption, you rubber hose.
I've never hitchhiked, or lived in a forest atop a mountain before, but really...how hard could it be?
I don't know how far it was I walked, all I remember was coming across a pleasant-looking grove. Tons of grass, lots of fallen branches, and good shade and cover.
It was the middle of the night, the full moon was out, high in the sky, bathing silver light across the world.
Why did looking at it piss me off so much?
I collapsed down, my ill body finally giving up its prudishness and pride, and said good enough.
A place to rest my head. A place to finally sleep.
My sickness consumed me, and sweet sweet darkness washed out my vision.
~ A New Sun ~
Kuroka, one of the Underworld's most wanted Stray Devils, was currently on the hunt!
No, no. Nothing like anything the stuffy purebloods sitting atop Hell's government body claim she did, something much more simple than that.
A couple of days back, starting sometime just around the night set in, she felt some ridiculous strong Holy Power suddenly appear around the village she was holed up near.
Now, she's fought Exorcists, Angels – both Pure and Fallen – before. But the power she suddenly felt the other day?
It felt like a Kami or God came down to Earth. And it was far too close for comfort.
She thought that maybe the local Kami, Buddha, God – whatever the hell she was sensing – caught wind of her scent, and came to finally put her down.
After all, a Yokai turned Reincarnated Devil? That's like doubly antithesis, she doesn't have a doubt in her mind that if a deity was in the area, they'd try and smite her just on principle.
Being an SS-Class Criminal in the Underworld is like the cherry on top more than anything else.
Now, not to brag...ah, who is she kidding? She's a shameless brag.
As an Ultimate Class Reincarnated Devil, on top of her natural powers as a Nekoshou and all her artificial enhancements, she's pretty damn tough. Tough enough to give a deity a good fight, and at least escape if not put the bastard down.
But that would likely come at the cost of the yokai village she was staying near getting caught in the crossfire.
And if she ran? Well, presuming the deity gave chase, they'd come across the village anyway and massacre it for shits and giggles.
Gods are assholes like that.
And she's not about to sacrifice a bunch of innocent people trying to live their lives, they don't deserve to get caught up in her mess of a life.
In the end, she decided to go out and find this deity before they found her.
Slight problem with that, though.
As soon as she got closer to the source of Holy Power – which never moved, strangely – she also caught a whiff of something else, literally.
Something smelled absolutely delicious. Not like pheromones, or musk-type smell, but instead, something that made her mouth water and stomach rumble with a deep primordial need.
The smell was so intoxicating it nearly drove her into something resembling a mating frenzy, but instead of looking for sex, she wanted to eat.
Of course, having more self-control than that, she used her Senjutsu to violently squash the feeling and begin her search, more curious now than ever before.
She's been searching the forest atop this mountain for the better half a day now, the closer she got to the source the more messed up her sensing abilities were getting as the Holy Power disrupted her demonic and yokai abilities.
But she's close. She knows she has to be.
And at this point? She has no fucking clue what this deity's deal is anymore. They still haven't moved, haven't done anything really.
If this was one elaborate ploy to lure her out, it's really starting to annoy her.
Doesn't help that on the way here, she ran into no less than 5 stray devils, all in monstrous forms, all in a similar feeding frenzy. She put them down before moving on.
She also ran into a few wild Yokai in a similar feeding frenzy, which she bound up with Youjutsu and teleported them out of range.
At this point, this bastard is actively messing with the locals, turning them feral while luring monstrous strays in.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are..." Kuroka drawled out as she stalked through a particularly dense brush of the forest.
She froze, chills running down her spine, as the Holy Power in the air thickened for the first time in a while.
She smirked devilishly – heh! – as she prepared to break through to the other side of the brush.
She couldn't feel or sense any movement, but life detection was picking up something more than trees and grass finally...something much more.
Her purple magic circle spiraled into existence around her hand, before she suddenly burst forward, blasting through the final brush into a tight grove!
"There you are! N-" she stops suddenly, her mouth left hanging open at what she sees, "Nya...?"
There, laying without a care in the world in the middle of a bunch of grass and branches is a young man...probably barely a man, if that.
Clearly Japanese with his spiky black hair, he wore an equally clearly scuffed black yukata which barely held onto his admittedly very well-muscled and handsome frame.
Kuroka quickly slapped her now watery jaw shut with her free hand, magic circle pointed straight at the body still just laying there.
She started walking towards him carefully, keeping her eyes on him closely...which admittedly wasn't that hard to do.
The hard part came from holding back the instincts telling her to take a good bite out of him.
Now, she knows some Yokai are flesh eaters, that some Yokai legitimately needs human flesh and blood to live.
But Kuroka is not one of those Yokai, even as a Stray Devil she wouldn't swoop so low, the thought disgusted her to no end.
So then why, why, did she wanna munch on this human-looking guy like he's a chocolate bar?
She chooses instead to focus on the chills the Holy Power he radiated gave her, rather than this newfound sense and disgust she has for herself.
As she got closer, she could see some sort of strange dark red flame-like tattoo on either side of his collarbone.
Quickly shelving that away as neat trivia, and now finally close enough to touch him, she noticed another thing.
He's asleep, genuinely asleep. Completely limp, and seemingly unresponsive, she even gives him a kick to the shin to see if he'll stir, but he doesn't budge.
He doesn't seem hurt, just out of it.
With a sigh, she dispels her magic circle and kneels next to him, putting a hand gently on his chest.
She tries sensing his ki, only to get the equivalent of a spiritual flash bang.
Light, life, fire, and holy energies slam like a hot railroad spike into her 6[sup]th[/sup] sense with the force of a supernova.
"NYAH!?" she stumbles back with a squeal, falling right on her rear.
And for some reason, that finally gets him to stir. He grunts with a small amount of exertion as his once limp body begins to move, his head turning towards the direction of her exclaim.
She freezes, as his eyes open and a pair of molten gold iris lock onto her own hazel gold ones.
Then, very slowly, they move down her body.
She blinks. And follows his eyes, down to her now completely exposed chest.
"Ah." She realizes. When she tried sensing his ki earlier, the shock of what she felt must have messed up her control over her Senjutsu and Youjutsu.
What she uses to keep her kimono up and on.
Because she doesn't wear underwear.
Fuck.
Hah! Just kidding! Jokes on him!
"Do you like what you see, nya~?" Kuroka, of course, has no shame. And instead leans into it, acting like she's trying to pull her kimono up and cover herself, but only accomplishes pushing up and showing off her bust more." It seems like you we're having a nice nap, I hope I'm not interrupting anything – nya~?"
Now, Kuroka knows she's hot. She knows she's curvy as hell, and knows very well what that does to any man.
Deities are especially known for being horn dogs of the highest order, though. Something like this? Should catch even Zeus lacking and drive any man into a blushing mess or mad with lust.
So, imagine just how floored she was when this man reached up slowly and just patted her head.
She froze, completely caught off guard. She almost mewledas he started scratching behind her ears.
The man gave a weary, tired chuckle, and simply said. "Cute kitty."
Then he removed his hand, turned onto his side, settled in, and fell right back asleep.
Kuroka just fucking stared at his back, incredulously.
And for just a split second, she felt like eating this bastard.
After getting over that nauseating thought, she didn't know whether she wanted to kill him or fuck him.
She decided on the middle path.
"Oi! Wake the hell up! Nyaaaa!" she then proceeded to kick him right in the small of his back.
Kuroka would never admit it, but the scream of pure terror he gave made her feel a lot better in that moment than it had any right to.
~ A New Sun ~
Takamagahara, the Plane of High Heaven, was beautiful this time of year.
Correction, the Heaven that her favorite Sun Goddess ran was always beautiful, not that Ame-no-Uzume, the goddess of the dawn, revelry, mirth, and most importantly, parties had ever been to any other Heaven.
Currently, Uzume was taking one last dance through the great sun palace on her way to visit her favorite, beautiful, absolutely gorgeous usually boss, mostly lover, and all-around bestie.
Why is this to be her last dance, you may wonder? Well. It's because her favorite goddess – has she mentioned she's gorgeous? - will likely reduce her to ash after she brings the news she has.
Luckily, Uzume has a plan! It's a perfect plan, a flawless plan, and Uzume knows it will at least buy her two more seconds of life!
She's wearing a particularly revealing kimono today.
Purple, just like her hair, and layed so low that she may as well be half naked.
Hell, her nipples are even partial showing!
Did she already mention how her beautiful goddess is an absolutely shameless little thing that swings both ways and has a thing for really big round-shaped objects?
She's also a shut-in hikiNEET who hasn't set foot on Japanese soil in about...two decades or so, give or take a few years.
She hasn't sat on her Throne in much longer than that, though. But at least she isn't in a cave all the time, that's something!
Oh damn, where was she? Oh right.
Now why would her adorable hikiNEET Goddess want to turn her into ash?
Well. It may have just a little something to do with the fact...
"You lost Noriaki!? How!?"
Uzume winced, not really surprised at her reaction.
Granted, this could have been a lot worse. The Omikami's room isn't exactly made for loud booming echoes.
Thing is actually fairly small and compact, just like her.
Long flowing black hair, small, cute frame, cute little frown, and golden eyes which may or may not be glowing slightly right now.
And those tiny smooth hands, though damn if those hands can't work though...
Ah, shit. No no no! Bad horny Uzume! Stop that before you become ash!
"Well, as you know, his last year of High School is coming up..." Uzume began, making sure to put her arms under her considerable bust and push it up, "so, I decided to take Nori-kun out for a night on the town!"
Her little sun groaned. "Uzume. Please tell me you didn't fuck my son."
Uzume winked. "Not yet~!" she then quickly dodged a manga volume being hurled at her face. "Oh, feisty!" she giggles, " You know he's a lot like you! He's he might just be the one to fuck me instead~!"
"Uzume." Amaterasu ground out through clenched teeth.
Right right, no horny damn it!
"Okay, okay! So, I took him out to get something to drink, you know, his first proper sake! And, well..." Uzume trailed out, a nervous chuckle slowly following.
"Well. What."
"He's got about the same alcoholic tolerance as you, Ama?" Uzume slowly said.
Amaterasu froze, face somehow paling even more than it already was.
"Ah, in fact?" Uzume let out a dry chuckle, "I'd wager it's worse than yours, actually." she elaborated. "As in, I give him sake with content less than 1%, he took a sip and bam! He was gone."
"Then why did you let him out of your sight!?" the sun goddess snapped, "If he's anything like me when he's drunk, t-then..." she trailed off, wriggling in place.
Uzume's eyes sparkled. "He's an absolute embarrassment in your eyes, but a party animal in mine?"
A mirthful smile erupted over her face as her little sun flushed with embarrassment.
That smile dropped though, when her little sun stomped down that embarrassment, and leveled the almighty-est of adorable glares at her.
"Uzume..." her golden eyes hummed with a dangerous light.
Uzume, quickly, jiggled her bust with a slight movement of her arms.
And internally cheered as Ama's gaze dropped below her neckline and that light in her eyes flickered.
Success!
"Anyhow," Uzume took the opening, "as I was saying, he's worse than you when drunk right? So while he was out, he may or may not have challenged me of all girls to a drinking contest."
"Oh for fucks sake." Ama grumbled.
"I know right!?" Uzume wholeheartedly agreed.
"That you're a big-titted child?" she tacks on.
Uzume put a hand to her chest, totally not intentionally causing a nipple to slip out from her kimono, no sir! And the dramatic and sudden step back definitely was because she was hurt, not because she wanted to take advantage of Heaven's advanced jiggle physics!
"Heyyy~!" Uzume whined, "You love my boobs!"
Amaterasu just deadpanned at her. "How much did you drink, Uzume."
And completely ignored her too! Hmph!
"Around 9 or so barrels of about 65% alcohol content sake, I think." she ponders out loud. "It kind of got fuzzy after a bit though, you'd have to ask Inari-chan for the exacts! I called her up for her special recipe after all!"
"Of course you did." Amaterasu, at this point, just sighs in defeat. "Well, at least this was recent. Means he shouldn't have wandered off far."
"Ah." Uzume hums. "About that."
Amaterasu blinks. "Hmm?"
"You see, I may have gotten so smashed, that I just woke up." Uzume said carefully, "And I think it's been about...three days?"
For a second, it was sweet blissful silence.
Then Amaterasu's eyes started shouting lasers.
"Uzuuuummmeee!"
"Eh!?" Uzume, thinking quickly, dropped her kimono as she dodged the bright beams of purest sunlight.
The impromptu titty flash made Ama's eyes briefly flicker in sheer confusion, and Uzume took that chance to burst out the door, followed quickly by another beam of light that came crashing through after her.
Besides singeing her hair due to the sheer heat, the beam missed Uzume's body whole and blasted a hole straight through the palace wall.
"Well! What did you expect!?" she called back as she makes a run for it, "You put the Goddess of Revelry as his guardian!"
Amaterasu stopped in her tracks just as she was about to step out.
You know, thinking about it like, makes a lot of sense. It's honestly a wonder Uzume hasn't gotten her little boy killed off alcohol poisoning.
But that snide comment isn't why she's standing at her door, fuming.
Oh, no. The real reason is much more confusing as it is equal parts infuriating.
She could feel him, a new light suddenly appearing like a beacon in the middle of her territory, suffused with the Holy Power of a deity she hasn't heard from in thousands of years.
Why the hell is the Archangel Michael suddenly in her country!?
Chapter 2
I really hate Mondays. And now cats too apparently!
Whirling back around to look at the far too smug-looking cat, I go to stand, but my body sternly declines that attempt.
Grumbling, I plop down on my side – this time facing her –and glare.
Kuroka. I already know all about her, about how she really isn't that bad a cat. Still dangerous, but not evil. It's why I wasn't particularly worried when I saw her sitting there right next to me after my nap.
I'm just too tired to really care about the massive melons literally jiggling every which way she moves.
Though, strangely, I get the distinct impression I've seen similar size and quality bust before...?
Huh. Definitely nothing I should be getting from my old world. Impressions of this life then? Interesting.
First things first, how to deal with the cat? And what the hell is she doing here anyways?
Ah well. No time like the present I suppose. I really just want to go back to sleep anyways.
"The hell you doing here, kitty?" I huff at her, "And was the kick really necessary?"
Kuroka, who was sitting there giggling, stops with a glint in her eye. "Well, I had to make sure I was seeing things correctly..." she crawled over to me, her breasts swaying back and forth way too much to be natural as she did so, and got right up to my face. "I don't think I've ever seen a blind god before, nya~?" she gives me a little wink.
I stare at her face, incredulously. "God?" I ask bewildered.
What the hell is she going on about?
"Of course~? You're a deity of some type, though I must admit that human disguise is very convincing." she practically purrs, with a poke to my nose, "You letting off holy power for miles around kinda ruin the charade though, don't you know? Nya~?"
I blink at her, my expression only becoming more lost.
"Yeah." I settle on. "I have no clue what you're talking about, kitty."
Kuroka stares at me for a moment, then she blinks in turn, her head tilting slightly. "Huh. You're actually telling the truth?"
"I don't exactly know why I wouldn't?" I grumble, "I don't know how long it's been, but I came to on a nearby bridge over looking a mountain ridge a ways away," I point in the direction I remember staggering in here from, "sick as all hell. I was vomiting up what felt like stomach acid, got jumped by some armed snake Devil, pushed him off the bridge, and walked away until I found this place."
I huff and lay down on my back once more. "Been here ever since. Still sick, but I'm feeling better at least." I groan and stretch, trying to abate the mounting stiffness in my limbs.
I may have been asleep for a bit, huh?
Kuroka just stares at me, I can see the belief in her eyes, but there's clear confusion creeping up on her pretty face.
I don't know why she's believing me so quickly, though. Kind of odd.
"Well," Kuroka begins slowly, finally finding her voice. "I certainly didn't expect this? I was kind of assuming you were some big bad Warrior God here to cream me, nya~!"
Oh ho ho, kitty. I just might, I just might. This is DxD after all.
Ugh. I'm still too sick to even get it up, though. Damn it!
Regardless, I snort. "I just might if you keep interrupting my cat nap by kicking me."
"Nya!?" she fake gasps, "Gods can't have cat naps, only us kitties can do that!"
I give an amused chuckle, "That's what you take offense too, really?"
She, of course, completely ignores me and goes on. "Besides! How can a tasteless God ever dream of going up against me, nya~?"
I'm sorry. Tasteless!?
"The hell you mean tasteless!?" I retort with vigor I didn't know I had, "Also, stop calling me a god! I'm not one damn it!"
"Mhmm~! Tasteless!" she perks up, sitting back straight up on her knees, arms directly under and pushing up her still uncovered bust. "How can a god," the glint in her eye shines, "not see these babies and not be taken, nya~!?"
You know. I don't think it's dawned on me until now.
I'm actually in DxD, huh? No person, no woman, would ever actually fucking act like this.
My eyebrow actually twitches as I glare up at her.
"Okay. Look." I stare right into her eyes, and as I start talking, I start slowly getting up. "I have perfect taste. Why, if I wasn't sick right now?" I'm on my knees now, right in front of her. Suddenly, I grab her by the shoulders and pull her right up against me.
I will admit, the way the shine in her eyes gets replaced by confusion and a little bit of something else I can't quite fathom, makes me cackle internally.
Now, with our noses practically touching, and our eyes practically the only thing each one of use can see, I summon up every bit of lust and desire I can straight into my eyes, and continue.
"If I was such a deity as you claimed? You'd better be realcareful kitty, because after all~..." I go right up to her ear, and mutter as huskily as I can, "gods are known to take what they want, whenever they want~..."
The way she shivered after I said that makes me wish I wasn't sick right now.
Regardless, with my piece said, I lay back down lazily. Grinning from ear to ear at the way her face is completely flushed.
That grin drops soon though. This is a cat we're talking about here.
Quickly regaining her composure, and finally covering her bust, Kuroka grins right back down at me.
"Ah~? So you were telling the truth then?" she starts, a new insufferable shine in her eyes, "Clearly you're not a god if you won't 'take what want' huh~? Nya hah hah~!"
I'm gonna strangle this fucking cat.
I click my tongue, and decide this line of conversation probably isn't good for my mental health much longer. So I decided to pull a cat, blatantly ignore her, and move on to something that's been bugging me.
"Speaking of telling the truth," I pipe up suddenly, causing her to stop her laugh, "why are you believing me so quickly?"
Kuroka tilts her head, her tails swaying behind her, "Why, Senjutsu, of course? All Nekoshou know it, and telling lies based on aura reading is a basic skill, nya~!" she hums, contemplating something for a moment before continuing, "It's also how I was able to suppress the urges your scent is letting off, you know! Though, if you didn't know about your holy power, I presume you also don't know about your scent, huh?"
My scent?
"Oi." I deadpan at her, "I don't smell that bad, right?"
It has been a while since I've showered, much less been to a civilization proper, I guess.
Kuroka shakes her head, "No no, I don't mean like that! I mean you smell..." she edges slightly closer to me, "delicious~..." she mutters hotly.
Hmm. Horny? Horny. Or I would wish, damn it.
I chuckle, "I don't think I have natural pheromones though, either. Sorry about that though, I don't know what's going on with m-"
"Not, like that~..." Suddenly, Kuroka is practically on top of me. Her eyes beamed into mine, her hands on my shoulders. "I mean, delicious."
Ah.
That's not lust in her eyes. That's hunger.
A desire for food. The desire to eat freshly caught prey raw.
And she's looking at me like that.
Not horny! Not horny! I'm not into vore!
I do the only thing I can do in this situation.
I bonk her on the nose, hard.
She yelps, jumping back slightly, hands rushing to her nose, that look in her eyes gone instantly.
"Nya!? Hey...!" she fake whines, "I told you I was perfectly in control! Do you not trust me nya~!?"
"Well." I huff. "I did just meet you. Here. In the middle of nowhere."
Kuroka blinks. "Nya~!? How could I forget!?" she suddenly exclaims, causing me to jump a little, "We haven't even introduced ourselves yet!"
Really. No, seriously? Just going to ignore me again? Not even going to talk about how I apparently let off a scent that makes an unknown amount of creatures want to eat me!?
Can we go back to that? I'd like to learn how to stop that from happening!
Unknowing of my inner turmoil, Kuroka perks up straight, then slightly arches her back and leans down, letting all of her curves and assets show as she gives me a curt little wave and a sly smile.
"Kuroka, Reincarnated Devil, Bishop~! Former Nekoshou Yokai, nya~!" she chuckles a bit, her two tails swaying behind her, "Well, in writing anyways~! And who might you be, Not-a-God-dono~?"
My eyebrow twitches. At least she has the sense to not outright say she's a criminal.
Unbeknownst to me, my lips are moving before I can even think of a proper response.
"Noriaki Kusanagi." I reply, then blink slowly.
Huh. Automatic response? Guess I do have a life and memories here I'm missing, but my body seems to remember at least a little bit.
With a sigh, I add. "Since I've already basically seen you naked, may I call you Kuroka-san?"
Kuroka hums with another mischievous glint in her eye, "Only If I can call you Nori-kun~?"
Another eyebrow twitch. Pet names, already? Cute. Coming from the literal cat.
"Fine then, a pleasure to meet you, Kuro-chan." I retort with a sly smile.
"Oh, Nori-kun~! The pleasure is all mine, nya~!" she hums back hotly.
Fuck. This is going to be a thing, isn't it?
God have mercy on my self-control when this sickness leaves my body, or else I may actually put kittens in this girl before I'm ready to start daddying.
Helluva Boss reference, anyone?
As I elaborate on those future prospects, the cat finally gets up onto her two feet and stretches out some of the kinks that come from talking to a weird maybe god in a forest for lord knows how long.
Yes. Her figure is indeed exaggerated for no reason, and her breasts do jiggle. What made you guess?
"Now then, Nori-kun~? Do you have somewhere you can go? We can't have you laying around on top of this mountain forever you know!" she begins, her expression turning slightly more serious, "Your aura and scent are attracting stray devils and yokai alike, and not everyone has my levels of control. I've had to kill a bunch of strays and bind up a few of my kind on the way up here, nya!"
Ah. That would be a problem, wouldn't it?
"Well, I don't exactly know how to stop it? My aura and scent, I mean." I huff, "With that, it wouldn't matter where I hole up, yeah? Even then..." I trail off into a mutter. "I can't remember anything before the time I suddenly woke up on that bridge, besides my name. So I don't even know if I have anywhere else to go."
And isn't that just depressing to think about? At the end of my little fight back at the bridge, I had clearly gained something. I have a bunch of new knowledge floating around in my head, and I know I felt something was off and new about me earlier, but I've just been too tired to sort through it all.
Or asleep, either or.
I probably have powers of some kind now, and I don't doubt now that now, since apparently Kuroka feels some sort of holy power coming off me.
I hope I'm not an Angel. Please, for the love of the dead God whose name I used the other day, I seriously hope I'm not an Angel.
No sex after all this would blow, I'm telling you.
In any case, I don't feel hunger or thirst, and I can remember the encounter with that snake thing perfectly, and that's just what I've noticed offhandedly so far. Once I slept off this illness, I was fully planning on just kind of...wandering until I hit civilization.
But with my aura and scent making me a big bright monster beacon? Hah. That's a tall order, ain't it? Especially if what Kuroka's saying is true, it means the only reason I haven't been munched in my sleep yet is that she got to them first.
"I see..." Kuroka suddenly says softly, drawing me from my mental anguish, "well, if that's the case! I think I can help you, Nori-kun!"
Oh fuck she looks way too excited now. Her tail is swaying rapidly – what are you, a dog? – and her grins turned cheshire.
"And...how could you do that?" I hesitantly ask.
Suddenly, her hands are gasping my yukata. My eyes widen. "Hey! What are yo-"
"Nya-hah~!" and with just a bit of exertion, I'm hefted up, and over her shoulder.
It takes everything I have to not puke on the spot.
"I'll take you home with me, and show you the ropes~!" Kuroka exclaimed at me, patting me on the back. "You may think otherwise, Nori-kun, but you are some type of deity! That means your powers are all your own, and you can control them! And I think I can help show you how nya~!"
She started walking with me, and meanwhile, I was screaming internally.
You can teleport you damn cat! Why are you walking and swaying your hips with a sick man flung over your shoulder!?
"As for your scent? Well," Kuroka goes on, oblivious to my thoughts, "Senjutsu is the magic of the body! I'm sure I can cook something up to suppress your scent, maybe even show you how to do it too, nya~!"
Her tails slowly glide down the side of my face.
"Aren't I just the best kitty, hmm, Nori-kun~?" she states with what I assume is a sultry smirk, judging by her tone.
I deny her a proper response.
Well, mostly. I do bring my hand back, and give her ass a nice and proper smack.
As she yelps and nearly tumbles over, I call out, "Stop swaying you damn cat! You want me to throw up back here!?"
"Oh my~!" Kuroka chuckles sweetly, "You don't have to pay me back quite yet, nya~!"
To her credit, she does stop swaying.
Unfortunately, I can be really petty when I want to be!
I decided that once this sickness passed over me, I am going to mercilessly tease and flirt this damn cat down into a flustered mess before absolutely ruining her.
I remember something about her wanting a dragon to give her kittens or something, right? Because they were strong?
Well fuck that. By the time I'm done with her? Dragons sure as hell aren't going to be the thing on her mind when it comes to getting knocked up.
Who needs a scaly lizard cat when you've got a far superior god right here!
~ A New Sun ~
It was late evening by the time we arrived at Kuroka's home.
And by home, I mean shack. And by arrived, I mean I was basically dragged the last half mile.
Lazily ass cat said I was too heavy. Bullshit!
With a thunk, I was basically dropped onto the ground by my catnapper. Not even in the shade too, I was dumped on the grass bathed in late evening sunlight.
It felt...nice, actually.
The sunlight I mean, not being dropped. Not into that!
"Kuroka." I grumble into the grass, "Is this how you usually treat a sick man?" I slowly lift my head up to look at her.
"What's the problem, hmm? Can't take a little fall on the grass? Besides!" she looks at me, a glint in her eyes, "Isn't it rude to complain when a lady invites you to her home, nya~?"
"You kidnapped me." I state blankly.
"Catnapped you, for educational purposes, nya~!" She winked at me, and I groan, putting my head back down.
"Ah~, nya~..."
I look back up though, once I hear Kuroka half groaning, half purring.
My eyes immediately lock onto Kuroka's figure as she's stretching, but not in the type of pre or post-workout, no no, she's blatantly doing a seductive stretch that shows off her body.
Wanna know how I know for sure?
Her breasts, they're jiggling all over the place, in such over-exaggerated ways it's fairly absurd. Breasts don't naturally move like that! And she's hardly moving at all!
Slowly, Kuroka looks at me, meeting my gaze, and smirks.
"Enjoying the show, Nori-kun~?"
I stare back at her blankly.
And then, slowly, I smirk right back.
"You know what? Yeah, I think I am~..." I slowly, huskily mutter back. "But, you know, it's not far if only I get something outta this~..."
I promptly drop the upper portion of my yukata, leaving everything from my waist down still covered, and I begin stretching as well.
Two can play this game, cat!
You know, I never really got the chance to check my body out all this time, but I will say, even without seeing my face, I do look like a deity at least.
Like, gawd damn, I look good! A lean and well muscles frame chiseled seemingly from marble, coated in pale white skin, that somehow doesn't look sickly, but rather bright and lively.
I can see flickers of obsidian or charcoal black hair in my vision, and a...huh. There's a deep red flame-looking birthmark on either side of my clavicle.
Ah. My dormant Demon Slayer Mark.
Wait. Demon Slayer Mark? I...there's stuff to unpack there. Later. Do it later when I have time to think.
More importantly, does this mean I won't be allowed in hot springs because it looks like a tattoo!?
Noooo! That's like, half the point of living in Japan!
Disregarding my inner despair, I come to my senses once more to see Kuroka shamelessly ogling me with the tiniest bit of a blush on her face.
I shoot her a knowing smile and continue to ogle her right back.
After a few long moments of this, Kuroka finally sighs and sits down right in front of the shack. In the shade, of course.
"Show off, nya~!" she huffs and pouts.
"Right back at you kitty~!" I respond easily. "Unless of course, you mean to say you can't take what you dish out right on back?"
She shakes her head, "Of course I can Nori-kun! You just haven't seen everything I can do yet to try challenging me, nya~!"
I deadpan at her. "I've already seen you naked, though."
She pouts at me for a moment, putting on a sultry smile. "Foolish of you to assume it ends there~..."
"Says the busty virgin kitty."
She flinches as if struck, "V-Virgin!?" she sputters out.
"Why of course," I slowly mirror her sultry smile, though mine morphs into a smirk. "after all, only a virgin would tease a man like this incessantly. And when the man finally gives in? Well~..." I give her a deep rumbling chuckle. "usually, the end result is the virgin ends up learning something quite, new~..."
Ah. There's the flushed face I was looking for. Whiplash time!
"Anyways!" I speak up, normal-toned, as if I didn't just enunciate I'd fuck the hell out of her. "Don't you have something to 'educate' me on?"
"Ah, like the virtues of the female bo-"
"Not that. Virgin kitty, remember?" I state, my tone unwavering.
"Gyah!" Kuroka puts her hand on her chest and flinches back, once more.
After her moment of fake dramatics, she huffs and shakes her head, the red in her cheeks quickly vanishing, and any fluster in her expression morphing back into her usual mischievous smile and glint in her eyes.
Ah, but what's that I see? A fire in those pretty little hazel-gold eyes of yours? Someone's especially determined now, hmm?
Good. Good. You can see I'm willing to play ball! But every time you think you're about to score, I'll steal the ball right from under you, each, and every time!
"Hmm, right, I suppose you do need to get your aura under control, nya?" Kuroka lays down on her side, head in her hand.
Ah, french girls pose. Nice~!
"Luckily, it should be fairly simple. About as simple as it is for a Devil to control Demonic Power, or an Angel their Light." Kuroka holds up her free hand and forms a purple sphere just above her palm. "Simply focus, find the aura around you, and pull it back tight around yourself, nya~!"
Well. That was shit advice. If it was that easy I could probably have figured it out myself!
With a huff, I sit myself down, "No way it could be that easy." I vocalize.
Just before I close my eyes and concentrate, I see Kuroka smirk.
In my mind's eye, pitch black is all that greets me. Kuroka's "advice" didn't actually tell me how to find my aura. Focus? Focus on what?
I get the distinct impression that asking her for more info will just give me a shrug and her shaking her tits more, so I decide against it.
Focus. Hmm, well, my aura is being radiated out into the surroundings, I'll try and focus on the area around me, first.
God this feels so silly.
And at first, it also feels like a lesson in futility.
I can feel the cool afternoon breeze that brushes through the area, the soft grass beneath where I sit. Everything felt normal, and I just felt like an idiot.
Then I had a strange thought.
Where's the warmth of the sun?
The sun is slowly setting, sure. But last I checked, I'm not in the shade. Sunlight was beaming down upon me right about now.
So then, where is the warmth from it?
Ah. Wait, I remember. I didn't feel any warmth or heat from it earlier.
It just felt...nice.
The kind of nice feeling you get, when you open up the window in the morning, and the sun hits you just right. And you know, you just know, that today is going to be a great day.
I grasped that feeling. And refused to let it go.
And suddenly, I found the warmth that was missing.
A pulsating warmth, spreading out from me in tidal waves.
The pitch black of my mind's eye is replaced by a roiling, shifting honey-like mist, all coming straight from me.
My body is acting almost like the world's largest most broken smoke generator, and I'm not entirely too sure how to stop it.
Apparently, I just have to reign it in. Via what? My will, a thought?
I take a deep breath, and push down the irritation I feel begin to bubble up before it even surfaces.
And it's within that moment when I take a breath, and feel the rhythmic beating of my heart, that I make a curious discovery. With every beat of my heart, another wave of the golden mist surges forth.
So, I focus on that, instead. I imagine my heart, but instead of an organ like normal, I for some reason see a literal sun, pulsing with solar light.
No matter, I stare at the beating star within my mind's eye.
I think about it not blasting the area with aura.
It doesn't respond.
I imagine it not blasting the area with aura.
It doesn't respond.
I ask it nicely to stop blasting the area with aura.
It doesn't respond. And in fact? It gets worse.
That irritation from before returns, but I don't smash it down, instead, I use it as fuel to command the beating star to cease.
And it slows, the aura jetting out from it soon fizzling away, instead, it merely thumps with light and fire.
But this isn't good enough. I've still got an aura flowing about all around me.
Another command, and this time the roiling mist begins to retreat, being sucked up by the star.
All of a sudden, I'm back in the real world. In my chest, where my heart is, I feel that same rhythmic thumping and beating, but not with blood, but rather heat.
My heart burned in my chest, but it didn't feel bad, instead, it felt so, so nice.
I hold up my arms to my face, seeing them coated in a pure honey-like aura. It doesn't take me long for me to feel that entire aura covering my entire body.
"Huh." I say, "I take it back, that was actually kind of easy, just needed to figure out how to actually get the ball rolling!" I take a look at my cat girl spectator, only to find her sitting up, gaping at me as if I grew a second head. "Uh, Kuroka? Everything okay there?"
Slowly, she points to my head.
Oh shit, did I actually grow a second one!?
I turn quickly and find a, well...
Halo.
That's new.
Right behind my head though, and it kind of looks like a sun?
Huh, for a second there, I almost thought I was some type of Angel. Whew!
"Nori-kun." Kuroka suddenly piped up, rather quietly actually, "I'm starting to think you aren't a full deity..."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you this whole time!" I reply exacerbated.
Kuroka sighs, "It's a lot more complicated than that, nya."
She crawls over to me and points directly at my face. Yes, her tits do sway, that should be a given every time she does this at this point.
"You, Nori-kun, are a demigod. Half-God. Like Grim Reapers, Valkyries, and such. Although," a glimmer of what I almost think is worry enters her eyes, "you really...aren't? Your power, it's Holy Spirit Power. The Holy Power of the Kami. I'm honestly kind of embarrassed to mix it up, but every pantheon's deities have their own type that's vaguely the same, and I don't go out trying to figure out which is which."
She sighs, looking to the setting sun and then back to me, "Kami aren't really gods per se, they're more like spirits, or forces of nature. Honestly, when was the last time someone like you walked Japan..." she trailed off, wondering into her mind it seems.
Oh.
Oh damn. Okay, yeah I kind of see the problem here. Not Greek, Norse, or any other kind.
A Kami though, huh? Gee, I wonder which one. What with the literal sun halo behind my head?
Though, truth be told? I'm not actually all that worried.
Really, this is just the sort of motivation I need.
I chuckle as my aura and halo fade, then casually I reach out my hand, and pat Kuroka straight on top of her head.
"N-Nyaaa!?"
Not letting the ensuing mewl deter me, I speak. "Is that worry I sense from you, Kuro-chan~?"
"T-That! You! Not! Aga-" Kuroka fumbled over her words.
I interjected before she fell face first, by scratching behind her ears, and watching with a smile as she leaned into my hand more.
"Well. You don't need to worry!" I reassure her, "Though I may be a Half-Kami, and you a Reincarnated Devil and Former Yokai, that doesn't change my opinion of you! I'm not gonna suddenly smite you! Even if you are teasing little minx!"
"Nya!? Teasing minx?" Kuroka whines, faking dejection. "Is that really what you think of me, nya~?"
Really? That's what you choose to focus on? Alright, kitty. You wanna play again? Here we go!
"If you really want, I suppose I could think of you as something else~..." I mutter huskily, Kuroka's ears twitch and her eyes widen slightly.
But she's too late to pull out, as I wrap my hand around the back of her head, and pull her mere inches body mere inches away from my own. Our heads are so close, are noses almost touch.
"For saving me on that mountain top, I guess I could consider you like a pet~." I huff the word, right into her ear.
Kuroka, practically vibrates in my hand, her face immediately flushing red. "S-Say," she starts, unusually quiet and almost timid, "since I found you, doesn't that mean you're m-my pet~?"
Oh, kitty. All that fake bravado. Has no one really ever come on to you this hard before?
I chuckle darkly, smirking as I feel it make her quiver, "Ah, but aren't you forgetting something, pet~?" she actually half moans, half mewls when I call her that, "Half-Gods, no matter the component parts, we still take whatever we want~..." I drawl deeply to finish it.
The moment I said that. I could see it in her eyes, something shifted. From embarrassment to sheer overwhelming lust.
"N-NNYYAAAAHH~!?" she quickly dashes back from me, eyes wide, faces completely beat red. She takes deep heaving breaths, with a hand placed on her chest.
Huh. Did I just accidentally trigger her mating frenzy there for a second?
You know. I went into this assuming this would be difficult. But now I realize something.
Kuroka looks the way she does, she's flirtatious and shameless as all hell, and she's literally thrown herself at guys like Vali, yet she still remains a virgin despite all that.
I know my game isn't the greatest, but after that realization, it's just sad.
In a proper fight, this girl could break me in half, yet sexually she isn't all there.
Side note, I am very horny right now, and cursing this sickness that's stopping my body from getting it up!
But. Soon.
I should probably check on the poor cat first though.
"So." I begin with a stupid smirk, "You really can't take what you dish out, huh?"
Her eyes flick back at me, "That's...that was different, nya~!" she whines.
"So what you're saying is that I should most definitely call you pet from now o-"
"Nya!? No no! Please don't Nori-kun! Why are you so mean!?"
The gas lighting is strong with this one.
"Fine, fine." I hold my hands up placatingly. "I'll only call you pet sometimes." she glares at me. I click my tongue. "Alright, fine, only during specific...moments." I leave that implication hanging, and she blinks at me, flushing just a tad.
Well. That was certainly one way to cheer her up. Kind of got off the rails there, but I think it did...something?
Regardless, ruthlessly tease and come on to Kuroka some more later. For now?
Well, I'd like to figure out something about that whole attracting people into eating my thing!
I clap my hands together, causing her to perk up and focus on me, "Now then, Kuro-chan?" I ask, "What's next?"
It took me much longer than it probably should have to realize she was smirking at me once again.
Much longer than that to register that the cat just pulled a book out of her cleavage, and chucked it straight at my face.
"Gackkk! Oi! Damn cat!"
"Nyah ha ha~!"
~ A New Sun ~
After figuring out how to restrain my aura, Kuroka decided to call it a night.
As for Senjutsu, that book she threw in my face all of a sudden was a book on the basics.
Basically, she said to learn what's in it first before we could get started on me properly learning to reign in my scent.
Then she left and went to go steal something for us to eat. Now, she just told me she was ordering it, implying she waspaying, but...
Being a criminal wanted by one of the Three Factions tends to not leave you with much in the way of money, and besides, Kuroka strikes me as the type that's too lazy to try to get legal tender anyway.
Demonic Mind Magic strikes the need for the middleman anyways. Besides, I don't think she actively hurt anyone to get it.
I didn't need to eat, but I ate with her regardless because that's the nice thing to do. Also, Freshness Burgers are indeed, very fresh.
As for our living situation.
When I described Kuroka's home as a shack earlier, I was actually overselling it.
It's legit just a dirt and stone cube, with holes for windows. Made out of Senjutsu and Magic, or so Kuroka claimed.
There's barely any space, and of course, there's only one futon.
You know what that means, yeah?
I have a big titty kitty buried in my side while I'm trying to sleep.
Now I must admit, the bed – although it is kinda shit quality – is better than a grove, so there's that.
But the soft, sensual, busty cat girl using me as a body pillow is making actual restful sleep a daunting task.
Starting to think my pushing her earlier caused this.
Task failed successfully?
Just when I get the chance to rest without feeling ill, this happens, of course.
Though it is just like pets. To be annoying.
Still can't believe I actually called her that, and she seemed to like it.
Honestly, still wrapping my head around this being DxD, the girls here simply aren't like they are back home.
I could probably be even more bold, if I was feeling up to it, probably could have gotten laid already. Maybe.
Although, I'm probably only thinking of this now because Kuroka is literally purring into my side.
Horny? Very. It's why I can't sleep, yet my sickness won't let me do anything about it. Double whammy.
I give out a sigh and look down at the cat girl on my side.
Only to find a smirk marring her face.
I stare blankly down at her.
"Kuroka." I deadpan. "You've been awake this whole time, haven't you?"
A beat passes.
"Kuroka."
Another beat, and then...
"Nyaaa~!" she wiggles into my side with a loud badly faked yawn, "you're so warm, Nari-kun~..."
I quickly dispense divine retribution upon this big titty kitty via a hearty slap upon her rear.
The half mewl, half moan she gives in response only causes me to turn to her, and wrap her up in my arms.
Now. I don't grope her, or anything. I have more class than that!
But, if one of my hands were to say, land and stay on her nicely shaped ass and stay there, and she didn't try and move away herself, then who am I to move it away?
It's found a perfectly fine resting spot, after all!
"And you're so soft, Kuro-chan~..." I mutter back, right into her ear, relishing in the way she shivers against me.
Fuck you cat. If I don't get to sleep, no one gets to sleep!
Tomorrow morning, or more likely tomorrow afternoon at the rate trying to sleep is going, I need to get off my ass and get to work.
No more sickness getting in the way, I'll power through it if I have to. No more kitty getting in the way, no matter how much of a massive cock tease she is, I'll tease her right back into her place.
I need to figure out what I have, and I need to start working on it as soon as I can.
I'll probably start with whatever I have from Demon Slayer, I have a mark, I must have more. Maybe Kuroka could make me a sword so I can practice?
I get the feeling I'll have a fair bit to work on, won't I?