[Mission Accomplished: Towards sexual greatness!
Objective: To form a coven legally!
Reward: 10,000,000 SP, [Dual cultivation]]
"Just like that?", Altair asked the she-devil in front of him.
It was a bit strange to see a woman of Luna's build with such large breasts.
"That's not a problem!" Maou Leviatan said.
Altair watched as her chest jiggled at the slightest movement. It was strange how the she-devils' breasts didn't want to stay still. But they didn't respect gravity either. Rias and Akeno's breasts should sag a little when standing, but they always stayed upright.
"Thanks, I guess," he said to the Maou.
Altair asked to form a harem in the underworld. He expected more resistance, but Serafall obliged almost immediately. He wasn't even a high-class demon yet. He might soon change that, though.
"Now, Altair-chan," the millennia-old she-devil began. "What are your intentions with So-tan?"
He was struck dumb. For a second, his throat closed up, and he didn't know how to speak. It was as if he had a hand hanging him. He had to send out a wave of magic, similar to when he sent magic into his skin to toughen it.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that again," he said, looking into Leviathan's surprised eyes.
"Ah, heh, heh," he heard her laugh awkwardly as she scratched her head. Her eyes looked at him with even greater interest.
"My intentions with Sona... they are mine and hers," he told her.
"She is my little sister," Serafall had calmed considerably. But now she looked at him as if he had killed her dog.
"And?" he asked.
He had no intention of explaining anything to the Maou. He had an interest in Sona and her nobility. But it was nothing pure; how could he tell her that he wanted to sleep with her sister? Serafall folded her arms. Before she was dressed in her mage girl uniform, her outfit changed from one second to the next. Now she appeared to be a high-level executive.
"Sona doesn't have as big breasts as I do," she said. Noticing his gaze lower to them unabashedly.
"That's rude," he replied.
"It's the truth. So-tan is perfect just the way she is," she lifted her chin. She gives off an intimidating aura, but she doesn't use magic to alter the effect like moments before. "I won't give her away to someone who doesn't value her for the perfection she is."
"I like variety," he leaned back in the seat, calm.
He had interacted little with the she-devil in front of him, just enough to know that she wasn't angry or upset. She was looking at him, seeking to understand his intentions. Though he had no doubt she could kill him if he harmed Sona.
'Isn't it lucky I can take someone's virginity without pain?' He thought cheerfully.
"So... you like So-tan?" Serafall leaned forward.
"She's beautiful, she has an intellectual and refined aura that makes you look twice at her," he replied.
"Aww, I know, I know. She's soooo perfect...", and she started talking about her sister like a Japanese virgin idolizing a Japanese idol. It was funny how she spent more time talking about her sister than signing the papers to make his harem official and recognised in the underworld.
"And this is her playing chess for the first time."
"And here she met Rias-chan for the first time."
"And here she started wearing glasses, she looks so adorable, doesn't she, Altair-chan?" She was sitting on his lap, mobile phone in hand, as she showed him pictures of Sona throughout her life.
For the next half hour, he had a crash course on the Sitri heiress.
Since coming to Japan, Altair was more susceptible to "lewd accidents", which meant ending up in uncomfortable or perverted situations, as in that moment, where the Leviathan's sudden movements caused his hand to end up crushing her tit. She remained indifferent, continuing to show him pictures of Sona.
He didn't pull his hand away, of course, he even gave it a little squeeze. She didn't react at all.
[Increased sensations: Pleasure] x10
"But I never managed to get a picture of So-tan in a magical girl outfit," she said as she stood up abruptly. At first glance, it didn't seem to have had any reaction on her.
"Maybe I'll get one myself," he commented lightly.
She turned to look at him as if he were a lost soul in the desert being offered water. She threw herself at him in a smothering embrace. Literally.
He felt her tremble in his arms, his head ended between her big boobs, by accident, his hand went to her butt, holding it to make her keep her balance. She didn't react.
'Is she gauging my reaction?' he wondered.
It wouldn't make much sense, in her coven, or harem, as the devils said, he already had a couple of sisters. She should know better that he can pursue two women who are related.
"If you get that picture, Miracle Levia-tan will owe you a favour," she made a silly pose after separating from him.
The woman didn't seem to have any lewd behaviour around him. Apart from her sinful body, she did not give him any hints or clues of that kind. It was as if she were a little girl who didn't quite understand.
'Ah, there it is,' the woman's eyes went to her crotch. A millisecond, if he hadn't been staring at her eyes, he would have missed it. She pouted a little; maybe she was hoping he'd get an erection.
"Then I'll endeavour to get it," she took a seat after hearing his words. "Can I ask something?" he asked. Since he arrived in Japan, there was one question he needed an answer to.
"Shoot," she made an "L" with her fingers as she pointed at him,
"Asmodeus my, uh, father," he said haltingly. She immediately became serious. "Was it one of the original Maou?"
"Your father, no." She got glasses out of the air. She made the small gesture of adjusting them, and they magically appeared over her eyes. "Your father is descended from the original Maou, or so we thought."
"He would have to have his surname, then... what's his name?"
"I don't know," she closed her eyes. "We don't know anything about him. The original Asmodeus died during the Great War, so we know he's not your father. We had no record of any Asmodeus clan members besides Creuserey... Damaidosu may have had offspring before I killed him," she bit a finger as she thought.
"Creuserey?" asked Altair. He did not react at all to her words regarding how she killed his possibly grandfather.
"Yes," she searched her mobile phone. "Here," she showed him a picture.
It was a white man with an arrogant expression. Pointy ears, pale skin and dark hair. His eyes were violet.
Altair only resembled him in skin and eye colour; his hair was darker, and he didn't know who to thank for not having pointed ears.
"That's not him," he told her. That man was nothing like his father. Unless he used magic to change his appearance.
"I guessed as much, Dumbledore told us the same thing. He even gave us a memory, incredible magic." She shook her head, concentrating. "But in that memory, his image was blurred. Ne, ne, Altair-chan, can you remember?"
"Uh, he's..." he made an effort, but he couldn't. "He's...he looks like me, but he had a beard and he looked older, more corpulent" was all he could remember of him.
"I guessed as much," she didn't look disappointed. "All we know about him is that he's part of old satan's faction... now Creuserey is his minion," that was worrying.
"You don't know how strong he is?" Altair only looked at a fraction of his power, of a clone.
"No, we've never seen him," she frowned in annoyance. "We heard rumors long ago, but it was only until you that we confirmed them."
"Rumours?"
"Yes. A devil having half-breed children and then stealing their power. It was hard to believe that devils are extremely proud. If Albi-chan hadn't shown us your case, we would never have confirmed it." She looked at him, reflective.
Altair closed his eyes. He did not know how strong Asmodeus was, nor what his goals were. At the moment, he seemed to want to increase his strength. But Altair didn't think that was all.
From what he heard about the original Maou, their goal was to conquer the world and rebuild it in their image. As a descendant of one of the original Maou, could his father be any different? He doubted it.
"You're safe in Japan," he heard Serafall tell him.
"I know," but even those words felt hollow.
His father could be stronger than the Maous.
Serafall took her leave after that. She left an invitation to a banquet in the underworld with hers and Sona's parents. To celebrate their recent partnership.
He took a moment to look at the rewards of his previous mission.
[Dual cultivation: During sexual intercourse, the wizard and the witches of his coven share their magic, expanding the capacity of their core. This allows for increased magical capacity and power. The increase of magical units depends on: 1. affection between the parties involved. Greater affection > greater connection > better results. 2.- Power of both parties. The one with less power will be the most benefited. 3.- Race. Those with similar/compatible races will have a greater increase in power. Those with opposite/incompatible races will have a lower increase (Example: Angels and demons are incompatible. Wizards and Devils are compatible. Wizards and Angels are compatible. Devils and Fallen Angels are compatible. Veelas: compatible with all races (Bonus when included in threesomes or orgies)). Note: Their frequency of use depends on the weakest individual. The difference of more than ten times the magic power: once a week. The difference between ten and seven times the magic power: twice a week. The difference between seven and four times the magic power: four times per week. The difference between four and two times the magic power: once a day. Difference of less than one the magic power: indefinitely]
"No surprises", the skill is exactly what he expected.
He left; he had to investigate the weapons he obtained from the ex-exorcist. Altair thought that Dumbledore based the spells used against Asmodeus and Arcturus on holy magic. He wanted to see if he could replicate it, or if his devil magic would prevent it.