Sorry, I posted the previous chapter incorrectly.
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Castoria was, of course, shocked. In less than a fraction of a second, Raviel had already dealt with the White Titan.
"Well then, since our business here is finished, how about we leave?" Raviel said casually.
She snapped her fingers, and a dimensional gate appeared out of nothingness.
At the same time, Castoria felt something strange within her body. There was a subtle yet undeniable sensation—as if something fundamental about her had changed. Unbeknownst to her, Raviel had just altered her existence. Castoria, who had once been a fae, was now human.
There was a reason for this. Fae in this world possessed extreme personalities and godlike psychological traits, as they were deeply bound to their place of birth. By turning Castoria into a human, Raviel severed that connection, freeing her from the chains of Britain itself.
Castoria, however, was unaware of any of this. She only knew one thing—she had chosen to live, and the woman before her was the one who made that choice possible.
Without hesitation, Castoria followed Raviel.
"Hmm… Sister, by the way, what is your name?" Castoria asked just before Raviel stepped into the dimensional gate.
Raviel paused and looked back.
"Oh right, I seem to have forgotten to tell you," she said with a faint smile.
"My name is Raviel."
With that, Raviel stepped through the gate, and Castoria followed closely behind her without a single doubt.
And when they arrived at Raviel's private dimension, "Okay, how about you take a bath first and get to know them later? After that, I'll tell you what you need to do next," Raviel said to Castoria.
Yeah, Castoria naturally just nodded, and Raviel then went to her room to soak. Yeah, at the same time, Raviel of course peeked at what Allen was doing with Tiamat. Yeah, because of the time difference between the worlds that are quite different, Allen had only spent 3 hours of his time in that world while Raviel had spent 3 days in the Type-Moon world.
"And, now what should I say to my beloved Allen, about this girl" Raviel said while trying to manipulate time to see the scenarios that would happen in the future.
"Ohhh, if I tell Allen about how I've been treating these women, Allen will definitely get angry and punish me by spanking my ass while thrusting his big cock into me for 7 days and 7 nights without stopping," Raviel said, who seemed to be drooling and actually excited for him to do that.
Yeah, but because of that, Allen doesn't want her to do this again.
"Well, my husband sometimes, even though he's lewd, he's still too kind," Raviel said about the second incident after she was fucked in both her holes until it made her pussy and ass become limp and soft.
"But oh well, I suppose it's fine. After all, I'm his obedient wife," Raviel muttered to herself, sounding like a half-crazed woman—truly believing, without a shred of doubt, that she was indeed a perfectly obedient wife.
After that, Raviel rose from the large bath. Her naked body was breathtakingly beautiful, droplets of milky water still sliding down her smooth skin before falling softly onto the floor. She stood before the mirror, her ruby-red eyes gazing at her own reflection. Then she blinked.
In an instant, her body was completely dry. The ruby glow in her eyes faded, replaced by a clear, sky-like blue. Her silver hair shimmered and transformed into a radiant golden blonde, framing her face in a way that made her smile look truly gentle and innocent. There was something about her new appearance—soft, pure, and endearing—that stirred a deep protective instinct in anyone who looked at her.
"Well, it seems Allen will really like my new look," she said lightly, a playful warmth hidden behind her innocent smile.
She then moved to another room to meet the eight new girls who would soon become her sisters. Before leaving, she dressed herself in a thin silk garment. The fabric clung softly to her body, light and translucent, subtly revealing her graceful form beneath it. With calm confidence and quiet excitement, Raviel stepped forward, ready to welcome her new sisters.
More than that, she was eager to spend a long time talking with them—about her plans for the wedding, about the bonds they would share, and about what they would need to prepare for the future. Especially once she brought them to the world where her husband resided, a world that would soon become their new home as well.
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Meanwhile, inside the grand mansion—more like a castle in its own right—Allen and Tiamat were quietly enjoying a movie together in the private theater hall. The film they were watching was Titanic.
For Tiamat, this was her first time ever seeing such a movie, and unsurprisingly, she couldn't hold back her tears. Especially when she witnessed Jack's final moments, sacrificing himself so that Rose could live. Her emotions overflowed, and tears streamed down her face without restraint.
Seeing Tiamat cry like this, Allen immediately pulled her into his arms, holding her close.
"There, there… Tia, don't be sad, okay?" he said gently, carefully wiping away her precious tears.
But instead of calming down, Tiamat ended up crying even harder, her sobs growing more childlike and fragile.
"But… Jack died," she said weakly, her voice trembling as she continued to watch the tragic scene unfold.
She cried like a small child, overwhelmed by the emotions she was feeling. This, after all, was because Raviel had secretly turned Tiamat into a human. It had happened quietly, back when Raviel had once peeked in on the two of them while they were embracing each other alone in the attic. Out of a mix of mild jealousy and playful punishment—and perhaps also as a strange kind of gift—Raviel had done it so that Tiamat could truly understand human emotions.
Now, seeing Tiamat like this, Allen smiled softly.
"How about this?" he said gently. "I'll give you a kiss, but you have to promise me you'll stop crying, okay?"
Tiamat nodded without hesitation.
Allen leaned in and kissed her lips tenderly, a soft and affectionate gesture, while the movie continued to play in the background of the theater. Slowly, Tiamat's sobs faded, her breathing calming as she nestled closer to him, comforted by his warmth and presence.
Not long after they finished watching the movie and left the theater, heading toward the living room, Raviel suddenly appeared. She ran forward and leaped toward Allen without hesitation, as if asking him to catch her.
At the same moment, eight new girls emerged from the same doorway behind her.
"Hey, love. Are you done with what you were doing?" Allen said as he caught Raviel in his arms and held her tightly. He then looked at her more closely. "Hmm… you look different," he added, noticing her changed hair color and the new shade of her eyes.
Allen also noticed the eight women who had come through the door with her, but he chose not to comment on it. His attention was fully focused on his clingy first wife.
"Hehehe… so? Do you like my new look?" Raviel asked with a sweet, playful smile.
That smile alone was enough to make Allen's heart race uncontrollably. To be honest, he felt like he could barely hold himself back anymore—especially since Raviel was deliberately wearing a silk outfit that was extremely thin and translucent, clearly outlining her beautiful figure before his eyes.
Damn… I don't think I can take this anymore, Allen thought, feeling the tension rise as his body reacted far too honestly, making his pants feel uncomfortably tight.
Raviel, sensing something pressing lightly against her lower abdomen, turned her gaze toward Tiamat.
"Sorry, Tia, but could you take care of the guests I brought?" she said casually.
Tiamat nodded in response. "Ah… okay, of course," she replied, even though she was a little reluctant to be separated from Allen. She had been enjoying their time together far too much—especially after what had just happened.
Then Raviel leaned closer to Allen, her voice light and teasing.
"Come on, love. Come with me," she said with a soft giggle, clearly amused by the way Allen now looked like a wolf barely holding back from pouncing on his prey.
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And in the bedroom.
Not long after they entered, Allen immediately pounced on Raviel from behind, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck with a possessive growl that sent shivers racing down her spine.
His strong hands gripped her waist firmly, pulling her body close against his hardening arousal pressing insistently against her ass, the heat of his breath hot against her skin as he marked her with his bite, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.
The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the raw musk of their desire, the large, plush bed waiting like an invitation to indulge in their deepest urges.
Then, with effortless strength, he lifted her entire body off the ground, her legs kicking slightly in surprise as he tossed her onto the soft, yielding mattress that bounced gently beneath her weight, the silk sheets whispering against her skin.
"Ahhh!" Raviel moaned out in a mix of surrender and excitement, her body sprawling out submissively like a delicate white doe caught in the grasp of a lust-driven alpha wolf, her chest heaving with each breath as she gazed up at him with wide, eager eyes, her limbs splayed invitingly, ready to be claimed and devoured without resistance.
Her thighs were already slick with arousal, her pussy throbbing and dripping wet in desperate anticipation of the invasion from Allen's thick cock, the folds swollen and aching for him to stretch her wide and fill her completely, the wetness soaking through the thin fabric of her undergarments and trickling down her inner thighs.
She could feel the pulse of need between her legs, her clit hardening as she imagined the brutal pleasure he would soon unleash, her body betraying her eagerness even as she pretended to be the helpless prey in their primal game.
It wasn't long before Allen's hands were on her again, his fingers hooking into the delicate straps of her thin gown and tearing it away with a savage rip that echoed through the room, exposing her naked form to his hungry gaze—the full curves of her F-cup breasts heaving with each ragged breath, nipples already peaked and begging for attention.
He descended upon her like a man possessed, his tongue lashing out to lick and suck at both of her sensitive nipples in turn, swirling around the hardened peaks while his large palms kneaded and squeezed her massive tits with unrestrained lust, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave faint red marks, eliciting whimpers of pleasure-pain from deep in her throat as he feasted on her body.
"Hmmm, darling, speaking of which, who is that woman who became your guest?" Allen murmured against her skin, his voice husky and laced with curiosity, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes while one hand continued to roughly grope her breast, his thumb flicking over the wet nipple he'd just lavished with his mouth.
He had noticed one of the women Raviel brought resembled Arturia so strikingly, the similarity sparking a flicker of intrigue amid his overwhelming desire, though it did little to temper the fire burning in his veins.
Raviel had been waiting for that very question since the moment they stepped into the room, the anticipation of confessing her naughty deeds making her pussy clench and grow even wetter, fresh waves of slickness coating her inner walls as she squirmed beneath him, her hips subtly grinding against the air in silent plea for more.
The thrill of his impending judgment only heightened her arousal, her body flushing hot as she prepared to spill her secrets, knowing it would lead to the delicious punishment she craved.
"Actually, they~..." Raviel began, her voice breathy and teasing as she launched into the full tale, recounting every detail of the woman who looked just like Arturia but was truly Castoria, explaining how she had encountered her and drawn her into this web. She didn't hold back on the eight Olympian goddesses either, describing their divine beauty and the cunning, forceful methods she had employed to compel them to follow her—using her powers to bind them, teasing their resistances until they yielded, all in service of expanding their 'family' in ways that blurred the lines of consent and desire, her words painting vivid pictures of dominance and submission that only fueled the tension between them.
Allen listened intently, his expression shifting to one of mild bewilderment as the story unfolded, his mind reeling a bit from the sheer audacity of it all, though deep down he wasn't truly opposed to the idea of adding such alluring figures to their lives.
Still, as her husband, he felt the weight of responsibility pressing on him, the need to address her mischievous behavior head-on to maintain balance, his cock twitching harder against her thigh as he processed the implications, torn between arousal and the duty to discipline.
"Darling, I don't hate what you've done, but if I'm to take them as my wives too, that means you need to be punished for this. It's also to ensure fairness—I don't want my wives hurting each other over something like this in the future, do you understand?" Allen stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument as he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his eyes locking onto hers with a mix of stern authority and underlying affection, his free hand trailing down to tease the edge of her soaked pussy, brushing against her clit just enough to make her jolt.
Raviel nodded eagerly at his words, her heart pounding with a thrilling mix of fear and excitement, the promise of retribution sending sparks straight to her core.
"Yes, darling," she replied softly, her voice laced with submission, her body arching toward him instinctively, nipples grazing his chest as she surrendered to his command without hesitation.
"Okay, as the first punishment, I want you to become human right now." Raviel's heart raced wildly at the declaration, a surge of adrenaline flooding her veins as she realized the depth of his control, but she had no intention of refusing Allen—never him.
Even as a human, her immense powers wouldn't vanish; it was more like slipping into a new vessel, a temporary shift that allowed her to experience mortal sensations more acutely, to feel every emotion, every touch, with raw intensity, making the upcoming ordeal all the more intoxicating. She swallowed hard, her pussy clenching in anticipation of the vulnerability it would bring.
Raviel nodded obediently, her eyes gleaming with a mix of nervousness and devotion. "Okay, it's done," she whispered, the transformation rippling through her subtly, her skin tingling as the change took hold, heightening her senses and making her feel every brush of air against her exposed body like a caress.
"Good. Now, no matter what happens, you have to endure it, okay? I'm going to thrust into you for seven days and seven nights nonstop, and even if you pass out, I'll keep fucking you," Allen declared, his voice dripping with raw lust, his eyes darkening as he positioned himself between her legs, shoving her thighs apart roughly to expose her dripping pussy, his massive cock springing free from his pants, thick and veined, already leaking precum at the tip as he prepared to claim her completely.
This command made Raviel gulp nervously, her throat dry despite the saliva pooling in her mouth, her body tensing in delicious apprehension as she braced herself for the relentless pounding of his cock that would soon plunge deep into her waiting depths, stretching her pussy to its limits and driving her to the edge of ecstasy and exhaustion.