"Vahn!? Oh, thank goodness...!" exclaid Rias, nearly tackling Vahn to the ground as she pounced upon him, hugging his face to her breasts and nestling the top of his head. She and the other mbers of the ORC had been evacuated for their safety, but when she sensed Vahn had returned through their contract, she couldn't resist teleporting to his side.
"I'm alright..." responded Vahn, his tone gentle and soothing as he placed his hands on Rias's waist and enjoyed the warmth, aroma, and softness of her breasts. He nearly grabbed her butt, but with so many people present, including her brother, he managed to catch himself at the last mont.
"Well, that was a developnt~" humd Azazel, brushing himself off with his right hand. His left arm was missing from the bicep down, but he didn't seem particularly bothered by its loss as he wore a wry smile.
"Fortunately, there very few casualties on our side..." appended Sirzechs, exchanging glances and nods with Michael and Serafall before looking to Vahn and Rias, suggesting, "The two of you should return to your friends to reassure them and recenter yourselves. The four of us can take care of things from here."
Raising his face from Rias's breasts, Vahn turned to et Sirzechs's gaze, his expression and tone calm as he offered a nod and affird, "Then we'll take you up on your offer. But please keep in the loop...I might not be that strong just yet, but if there's anything I can help with, I'll do what I can..."
"Understood," responded Sirzechs, his relaxed smile becoming marginally more prominent. Ophis regarding Vahn as her kin had complicated things a bit, but since they had already agreed to a peace that depended heavily on his power and willingness to cooperate with their respective factions, it wasn't sothing they needed to address at that exact mont...
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Though it took a while to reassure everyone, particularly Asia, that he was okay, Vahn eventually found himself in the nurse's office of the Old School Building, where Issei had been taken to rest. Asia's Twilight Healing could treat his physical injuries, but it couldn't recover stamina or restore ntal and spirit energy. As such, he would require at least a few days to recover fully from his defeat against Vali.
"Oh, hey, man...glad to see you're still alive..." joked Issei, forcing a weary smile as Tsubasa, who had been tending to him in a sexy Nurse outfit, got up to leave, giving them a chance to speak privately.
"He actually killed forty-seven tis..." revealed Vahn, sporting a serious expression as he took a seat and added, "So you shouldn't take your defeat against him to heart. He was born with great power and has had a lifeti to refine it. If anything, it would have been unfair to him if you had won..."
"Yeah...that doesn't make feel better..." responded Issei, shaking his head before lying down, closing his eyes, and asserting, "We all need to get a lot stronger..."
"That's what the upcoming training camp is for," reminded Vahn, offering a reassuring smile.
"Now that you ntion it, I wonder what kind of training we'll be doing...?" asked Issei, opening his eyes and staring blankly at the ceiling, the image of Vali moving around at incomprehensible speeds appearing in his mind. He had given their battle everything he had, but even when he sped up to the point the rest of the world appeared to stop, he couldn't land so much as a single hit on the aptly nad Vanishing Dragon...
"I'm not sure..." responded Vahn, shrugging as he contended, "But if we use the VR headsets in conjunction with the Corridor's ti compression, we can spend sothing like fifty days in an ani world of our choosing for each day that passes outside. If the Room of Spirit and Ti functions as it does in the ani, the compression ratio becos nearly 6,000:1. We just need to put our noses to the grindstone, and it's only a matter of ti before the frustration we're feeling now becos Vali's to experience..."
"Yeah, you're right..." affird Issei, regaining his usual smile, closing his eyes, and raising his hands, his fingers wriggling lasciviously as he added, "But too much training is bad for the heart and mind. The version of Drag-so—I an—the version of Dragon Ball we enter for training should have its ecchiness cranked to eleven..."
"It's possible..." conceded Vahn, crossing his arms and raising his gaze to the ceiling. He wasn't as far gone as Issei, but since every crush he had before coming to the Record of Highschool DxD was a fictional character from ani or manga, he could empathize with Issei's desire to get close to various characters. There was even a brief period where he had a crush on Bulma, but she was quickly replaced by characters like Nami from One Piece, Erza from Fairy Tail, and Yoruichi from Bleach...
'I think I might have a thing for strong-willed won...' Vahn conceded, causing a faint chuckle to echo in the recesses of his mind, courtesy of Sis.
Interrupting Vahn's introspection, Issei opened his eyes, looked at him, and asked, "Hey, if the virtual worlds influenced by your power beco even more imrsive than usual, does that an we could enter Gundam and learn how to construct giant cha or warp drives for spaceships...?"
"It should be possible..." supposed Vahn, nodding affirmingly but quickly adding, "But we shouldn't introduce such advanced and destructive tech into the world just because it's cool. I won't stop you if you want to study engineering in a sci-fi setting, but as people vested with great power, we need to keep in mind that our actions have consequences..."
"Still, it would be pretty aweso, right...?" asked Issei, his brown eyes glistening with excitent as he pictured himself building and piloting his own cha. He also dread of completing a PocketDex and building a breast-thed castle or the park, but piloting chas and holding the line against impossible odds while his allies escaped to safety were n's romances.
"It would be," confird Vahn, rising to his feet and extending his left fist as he expressed, "Anyways, I'm going to head out. We can talk about this again over the break."
"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast or in class..." responded Issei, reciprocating Vahn's fist bump before sitting up in anticipation of Tsubasa returning to continue nursing him back to health...
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"Did I die and return to Heaven...?" asked Vahn, a broad smile developing across his face as he entered his room to find it had been cleaned up and refurbished. More significantly, Rias, Sona, Akeno, Tsubaki, Koneko, Asia, and Xenovia were gathered within, waiting atop his bed in their respective shades of sexy lingerie, complete with stockings and garter belts.
"Consider this your punishnt for doing sothing reckless as well as your reward for returning safely..." humd Rias, running her hands down her abdon and between her thighs as she sat positioned at the group's center on her knees, flanked by Akeno and Sona.
Piggybacking off Rias's words, Sona, sporting a serious expression and cleaning her glasses with Magic, stated, "You ntioned that the White Dragon Emperor had killed you forty-seven tis. Put simply, you won't be leaving this room or its counterpart in the Corridor until you've reached completion forty-nine tis. That's seven per person..."
"Let's do this..." responded Vahn, pulling away the black ribbon around his neck with a determined look. Doing it forty-nine tis back to back was a lot, even for him, but if he paced himself, he was confident he could get it down within eight to ten hours.
"Wow, Vahn...you're not daunted by anything~" humd Rias, sporting a narrow-eyed smile as she looked to Xenovia, surprising the blue-haired, green-tuft swordswoman by stating, "Since she's new to all of this, we've decided to let your self-proclaid sword kick things off."
"You're referring to ...?" asked Xenovia, pointing confusedly to herself. When Rias nodded, her generally brown eyes gained a glistening violet hue as she turned to et Vahn's gaze with a nervous but notably excited smile. She had hoped that her turn would co eventually, but she hadn't expected Rias to nominate her, causing her opinion of the crimson-haired Devil to improve considerably.
"Alright, then. Do you have any special requests?" asked Vahn, offering a supportive smile as he permitted Akeno and Asia to remove his remaining clothes. He personally felt that his and Xenovia's first ti should be just the two of them, but since she had joined the group of her own accord, he felt it was his duty as both a man and her chosen Master to acknowledge and respect her conviction.
Swallowing hard, Xenovia nodded and sheepishly requested, "Could you transform into an Angel...?"
"I can do you one better..." responded Vahn, closing his eyes and recalling the auras of Michael, his angelic subordinates, and even Azazel. Despite the latter being a Fallen, his aura wasn't all that disparate from Michael's and, to a lesser extent, Vali's. It seed that all Angels were derived from the sa template, so by isolating what made them different and focusing on their commonalities, Vahn managed to sprout a pair of luminous, pure-white wings that caused everyone but Xenovia to grimace slightly. At the sa ti, his hair shifted from brown to white, an effect that extended to his eyebrows and lashes.
"Vahn...whatever you're doing, I think you need to stop..." expressed Rias, prompting Vahn to open his sky blue eyes, set with golden, cross-shaped pupils. He hadn't realized it, but a three-ringed golden halo had appeared behind his head, provoking Xenovia and Asia to clasp their hands in prayer while everyone else stared at him with discomfort.
As the very last thing he wanted was to make those around him anxious or uncomfortable, Vahn's hair transitioned from white to black, his eyes shifting to a luminous shade of pale gold, and the halos framing his head vanishing with the awe-inspiring aura that had perated his domain and the room as a whole.
"Sorry about that..." said Vahn, offering an awkward smile and cupping his head as he joked, "I guess I got a little too close to God's original design. If I had known it would cause everyone discomfort, I wouldn't have tried it..."
"Vahn-sama really is God's Proxy..." muttered Asia, her erald-green eyes glistening with even more zeal than usual as she and Xenovia kept their hands clasped in prayer.
"I'm just ..." contended Vahn, his smile cramping as he retracted his silvery-white wings, t Xenovia's gaze, and questioned, "Is this good enough?"
"It's more than a lowly servant such as myself deserves..." answered Xenovia, adjusting her position so that she was lying on her back near the bed's edge, propped up by her elbows and with her legs spread, revealing a growing stain on her mint-green, transparent lace panties.
Exhaling faintly from his nose, Vahn resisted the urge to chastise Xenovia for calling herself a lowly servant. Instead, he approached her with a faint smile and drew her legs together, enabling him to remove her panties and expose her smooth, freshly shaven mons and glistening vulva.
"W-Wait a second, Vahn-sama! I made sure to cleanse it thoroughly, but that place is still unclean...!" exclaid Xenovia, panicking as Vahn spread her legs, slipped his hands under her thighs, and lowered his mouth to her bottom lips. When he ignored her in favor of promptly slipping his hot and wet tongue between her folds, she felt like she would suffer from a panic attack, her heart beating powerfully in her chest and her eyes becoming a luminous shade of violet.
"Nothing that Vahn-sama's lips and tongue touch is unclean..." asserted Asia, slipping her legs under Xenovia's arms and hugging the blue-haired woman's head as Rias and Sona stacked pillows behind her for additional support. What followed was nearly twenty minutes of Vahn centing his place in Xenovia's heart by driving her to the thin line separating madness from pleasure. By the ti he was finished, she had orgasd more tis than she could count, but that was nothing compared to the pure ecstasy that ca from becoming one with him, his insertion alone causing her to arch, squirt, and slip in and out of consciousness...
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