Side-story Chapter 2: Jean (Genshin Impact)
[Knights of Favonius Sakaarian HQ]
"There has to be a solution to this…" Jean muttered to herself before the tiredness once again creeped up on her, and she was forced to silently admit that Hevnokren was right- as he was wont to be.
She still remembered his words after she told him of her goal of establishing a system of peace and justice that Monstadt had enjoyed right here on Sakaar.
'Forge the utopia of your dreams in the wake of my Conquest or put them all in chains to build monuments to your glory. I care not what you do, only that you are strong enough to do so. So, go. Establish your knight order on Sakaar, maintain what peace and justice you can. The only question now is: Are you strong enough to impose your wishes on a world that would defy you every step of the way?'
Jean had taken it as a challenge then. Determined as she was to establish a system of peace and justice that Monstadt had enjoyed. She had underestimated the enormity of such a task. Mondstadt was a city that she could barely handle, Sakaar was an entire planet.
She had thought that the common man would rise up with her, and many did indeed join her cause, but… they just weren't enough. She was quick to realise that the Knights of Favonius were beset from every direction. Sakaar was pure anarchy- Hevnokren's edict was clear: 'Might makes Right.' There were few laws in place, and one could rape and murder another on the street and there would be little legal consequence to it. The entire world was held together only by the metal dragon's looming shadow that promised immediate enslavement and horrific torture to anyone who challenged his supremacy and his war efforts.
Hevnokren cared only for his endless conquest of the universe. And he took whatever he pleased from the populace, demanded that they fight in his war; and in return, he allowed them all the anarchic freedom they could desire… and all the chaotic horrors that came with a civilization that held no boundaries. Pleasure slaves, blood sports, and even a cuisine of human meat.
And Jean couldn't help but bemoan how low the Knights of Favonius had fallen to adapt to this new world.
For in the eyes of the people of Sakaar, the Knights of Favonius were just one of the more 'moderate' gangs on the planet. Holding territory, collecting taxes, patrolling the streets of their territory and engaging any other gang that wanted to muscle in. The only difference is that the Knights of Favonius protected the right of people living in their territory.
But that was all for naught.
The Knights of Favonius were simply too few in number and too vulnerable against the 'guns' of this universe. Then Johanna told her the story of how her own world's orders of knights, and it was then that Jean truly began to have serious doubts. It was disheartening to hear how knight orders simply faded away in the annals of history- defeated by a deadly weapon that anyone could wield even without skill. The way of the blade and the shield having fallen to the wayside in the favour of the 'gun.'
Not even the mysterious Darknight Hero, who had somehow followed them all the way from Teyvat, could keep the peace. And Jean wasn't sure what she needed to do.
Then she was brought out of her thoughts by her wrist-interface as it chimed- the shining blue holographic screen notifying her that Fischl was here.
"Come on in, Fischl." Jean called out- not bothering to get up from her desk's chair.
"The Prinzessin hath returned triumphant!" Fischl proudly declared as she walked through the threshold of Jean's office- her night raven familiar, Oz, resting on her shoulder.
"Do you have any good news for me?" Jean merely nodded. To which, the raven spoke for his master.
"We completed our task," Oz explained in his deep voice. "And we have- in our possession- the names of the ringleaders of the incoming attack."
Jean sighed in relief as Fischl handed her a small thumb drive. Technology was a wonderful thing at times. No more stacks of paper, and no more writing. Merely pressing her fingers against floating images of light. If she had access to such a thing back in Monstadt, she would have been able to perfectly organise the Order's affairs before noon even arrived. But now with an entire planet to cover? It was one of the few reasons why everything has not fallen apart yet.
"And that is the third planned attack on our HQ that you've uncovered." Jean gave an uneasy smile. The sheer fact that the HQ was going to be under attack was cause for major concern. Not that Fischl shared any of that concern- Fischl being Fischl, of course struck a pose.
"Their malice rose over the city like black smoke- choking the sky with their ill intent." Fischl agreed- holding her pose. "The evidence of their crimes cannot be hidden from my Auge der Verurteilung!"
"It was easy to piece together the clues once we gathered enough of them." Oz once again explained.
"I'm worried that you might be pushing yourself too hard. Especially since I am sure that this won't be the last plot." Jean divulged to Fischl- looking directly into the strange blonde's lone eye to let her know that she was serious with her concerns.
"Fret not! A blessed gift from our draconic benefactor has removed the dread seals suppressing the bottomless font of my unholy vitality." Fischl reassured- cradling her eyepatch with the hand wearing the gleaming ring, "The Prinzessin der Verurteilung has once again risen above the trivial needs of mortal frailties."
"Hevnokren gifted Fischl a magic ring after their… rendezvous." Oz translated for his master, "She no longer needs to sleep or even sit down to rest as the magic ring continuously restores her health and her stamina, among other things."
"Wh-what?!" Jean shouted in surprise. Why did Hev give a gift to Fischl but not her? Did he find her to be an inadequate lover? She liked to think she performed admirably the first time.
"Awe is the natural state for mere mortals when in the presence of the Prinzessin's vivacity." Fischl continued with a self-satisfied smirk.
"It is-"
"No, no. I meant- When did you sleep with Hevnokren?" Jean pressed, and a nuclear red blush exploded on Klee's face.
"Nights twain had passed since Hevnokren had plucked my innocence from me." She admitted- looking away. And Jean could only blush as well. Perhaps that was a bit too personal of a question to ask.
"Oh…. uh… thank you for your report Fischl. Feel free to take on more requests on the questing board." Jean replied awkwardly, and the eyepatched blonde only nodded before excusing herself from her office. And once again, Jean was left on her own against her traitorous thoughts.
Jean squeezed her thighs shut- trying to push down the lustful heat that came bubbling up every time she thought about what she did. Ever since Hevnokren had taken her virginity, it felt like she was always fighting against her sexual desires. Hev had opened the door (more like tore it off its hinges) of her once repressed desires and now there was no stopping the tide.
But she had her duty, and she wasn't going to forget it just for her desires.
Jean bit her lip as she resolved herself… She'll go ask Hev for a ring like that. She needed that ring to ensure that she could continue leading the Knights of Favonius in this world of endless strife. If Hevnokren took out his insatiable lusts on her body against her wishes…
Well, there was nothing she could do but bear it, right?
[Sakaar, Grandmaster's Tower] (Later)
Contrary to popular belief, I did not in fact sit on a throne of skulls.
My full-sized dragon form was currently perched outside on top of the tower while my Dovahkhiin body sat on a regular throne- the same one that the old grandmaster sat in. It was of little importance after all: How does one Rape, Kill, and Pillage while sitting on their rears all day? But I occasionally did hold court, especially since Sylvie was away playing her games in Asgard and trying to win us the Nine Realms. And today, I received an interesting request.
"So, you want me to forge and enchant one of those rings?" My deep voice clarified to the blonde Grandmaster knight who stood before my throne.
"Yes." Jean gave her no-frills reply- her grey-blue eyes looking straight into mine without fear.
"And if I don't feel like granting it? What are you going to do?" I pressed with a taunting tone. Honestly, I would just give her one of those rings anyway as they were not that big of an effort to produce. On the other hand though, teasing my waifus was always amusing. And they gave the most equally amusing answers, Jean was no exception, but her answer certainly was different.
"I'll fight you for it." Jean firmly replied- a serious expression on her beautiful face. And I was honestly taken aback by that answer. But she had issued a challenge to me head-on and I wasn't going to meet it with inane questions like some unsure weakling.
"I accept your challenge." my rumbling voice intoned to her, "First to draw blood is the victor. If you win, you get not only your ring, but I'll craft and enchant a full set of gear for you: blade, armour, apparel and even some more… situational items."
"But if you lose…" I trailed off, letting my shameless leer drag up and down her toned, athletic body hidden by only a few thin layers of clothing. "You're going to be warming my bed and I expect your full… cooperation."
"I won't lose to you then." Jean nodded as if already having guessed that would be the outcome, "When shall we do battle?"
"Right now." I grinned, but surprisingly, Jean was the one to immediately charge.
My seven foot tall body clad in Dragonplate barely stood up from my throne before Jean was already swinging down her sword on me. My dark mace, the Mace of Molag Bal, met her decisive first strike, and my other hand responded to her admirable aggression in kind: A blizzard spell just for her.
Jean dodged the swirling flurry of white-blue ice shards, of course. But it did put distance between us.
"Oh, I like you." I commented with a vicious smirk as I began striding towards her- mace at the ready, "You made your request knowing full well that it was going to end in violence. And you know how this fight is going to end as well, don't you?"
"Just try." Jean replied with a steady stance- light glinting off her blade as she no doubt prepared for a fair fight.
"Fus!"
But I was the Dragonborn. And for all her knightly poise, she still staggered backwards against the Thu'um- just in time for my mace to meet her arm with a meaty thud.
"Guh!" She cried out as she was sent sprawling to the ground- the jagged edge of the mace having cut her skin and winning me the match. It was an anticlimactic end to our bout, but it was to be expected- she was practically a mob character. As weak as one of those nameless hundreds of bandits that one doesn't even give a second thought of beating up in the wilderness.
"Little wonder you're looking for a power up." I sigh before casting Skyrim spell [Heal Other] on her. "All of you Genshin Waifus need one actually. But we can talk about that later, because right now, I'm going to thoroughly claim my prize."
Jean audibly gulped as I picked her up in a bridal carry and portalled out.
Jean Smut - Start
[Dragon Cabin]
"Mmm…" Jean whimpered as I tossed her onto the king-sized bed- creasing the white sheets.
A healthy red blush decorated her face as Jean shyly looked everywhere except me. She squirmed slightly on the sheets- inadvertently posing in the same way as dakimakura did. Squeezing her thighs together in those tight white pants that she had, and her slender arms crossing just underneath her delicious B-cup breasts as if to emphasise their perkiness.
Those decently-sized breasts bound by that white shirt gilded with gold… they looked smaller on her tall and slender frame, but tall blondes with ponytails were always a nice treat. Hmmm… note to self, fuck Johanna senseless later. But for now, I'll focus my loving attention on the athletic blonde laying on my bed.
Reaching out, my large hand found the edge of her top before yanking it down- revealing those delicious orbs of pale vanilla tinged with just a hint of pink from our little exertion. The strawberry pink nipples stiffened and swayed in the cool air of the bedroom.
"You look beautiful as always, O' Dandelion Knight." I commented with a ready grin- grabbing a handful of each- fingers sinking slightly into the perky titflesh- earning a slight moan from her.
"Mmmm… You're a brute for saying such things as you're fondling my breasts." She breathed- not resisting. That was a cute tick of Jean. Always so stiff and dutiful, but when she was in the bedroom, she was submissive and pliable. The fact that she's pushing her chest closer to my warm hands only confirmed it.
"And what fine breasts you have." I growled, giving those lovely soft mounds a squeeze before moving fingers up to nipples, "Sensitive too."
"Nnn~!" She did a little squeak as fingers pinched her stiff pink nipples. Jean shot a half-hearted look of defiance- blushing madly and her lips in a pout. "H-how long are you going to tease me?"
Another squeeze of warm hands on perky breasts sent her squirming.
"But we've only just begun." I disputed with a teasing tone of voice- dipping a hand down her front and between her toned thighs, "Could this possibly be the real reason why you approached me today?"
"N-noooo~" the blonde moaned out as my fingers stroked her through the crotch of her pants. Thick thighs squeezed around my digits- unable to decide if they wanted to restrict access or to keep my fingers there. "I need that ring to better lead the Knights of the Favonius."
"So, you set out to challenge me- knowing that you'd stand no chance?" I questioned as I began undressing her- tossing her cape and gauntlets aside. "No chance to win that ring you were after."
"I was compelled to at least try…" She tried to slip by with that excuse.
"Or alternatively, you want to save face by not appearing to exchange sexual favours for materiel?" I rebutted, and the way she stiffened when I offered that alternative explanation for her actions provided a good opportunity for me to tear her top off from her- leaving her half-naked on the bed with just her tight white pants on.
Her silence answered me more than words ever could.
"Yes…" I grinned in relish, "Your Knights wouldn't see you as much of a leader if you were sleeping with someone in exchange for good equipement. So, you need to lose- you need to be 'violated.' You need to be a victim in this arrangement rather than a willing participant. I'll be the big bad evil villain for forcing myself on you and mockingly giving you equipment anyway…"
"Mmmm…" Jean said nothing.
"A cunning plan. I approve." My deep voice complimented her, "Mostly because it means that I can go over to Favonius HQ and 'force' myself on you anytime I want. Not that I couldn't do that in the first place, but it's much more amusing to do now. Or perhaps, that's not the true reason…"
My hands tore open her tight pants, and left her in just her plain white panties- already soaked through.
"Perhaps, the acting grandmaster Jean simply has a rape fetish." I surmised- my fingers finding promptly stroking her pink slit up and down- teasing her little clitoris at the top.
"No, I don't! Ah~!" Jean moaned out her denials even as her hips bucked against my fingers- wanting to be touched more. Rolling my eyes, I flipped the complaining knight over in the position that girls like her love: face down on the pillow, ass up in the air. Her pink slit dripped with her clear and sweet arousal.
Detaching my codpiece, I rested the large cock that I was going to stuff in her once again right on her firm ass cheek. The smoothness of her ass' skin was pleasant to the underside of my cock.
"MMmmffff~!" Jean moaned into the downy pillow as I sank my hard cock into that all-too-eager tight quim of hers. A slap on her full toned rear followed soon after- the smack resounding through the bedroom. Toned girls had the best asses- there was a firmness to their ass cheeks that made them so spankable. They also made the best sounds.
"Squeeze tighter, Miss Dandelion Knight." I demanded- punctuating the command with a particularly rough thrust that sent her rushing towards a toe-curling orgasm, and just kept going from there- pistoning in and out of that tight wet tunnel of hers. The wet squelching sound of her eager pussy accepting thick cock echoing off the bedroom walls as it matched her rising moans.
"Ohhhh~" Jean moaned out- audibly getting closer to her orgasm, "N-Not so rough!"
"Okay." I casually responded- stopping completely.
"W-what? Hev?" She puzzled- grey-blue eyes glancing up at me from her place against the pillow. And from how she panting and blushing heavily, she was likely just on the edge of a fantastic climax when I stopped thrusting. And now was the perfect time to get her to be honest with herself.
"We can stop here, or…" I offered, "You can do away with this facade that you have on and be honest with what you want."
"I can't…" Jean hesitated- biting her lip and looking away, and I gave her a flat look.
"... I'm pulling out, and putting it in your sister instead." I announced as I patted her ass reassuringly. "Barbara should be at the manor right now."
Grey-blue eyes widened at that, it seemed that was her weak spot: her sister.
"Wait!" Jean panickedly cried out- pushing her hips back and taking my cock right to the hilt- a shuddering sigh leaving her lips as she did, "Mmm… p-please keep it in me."
"You want me to…?" I lead- trying to get her to say it more directly.
"I want you to keep-" She paused to lick her lips in hesitation, "-Fucking me roughly. Please!"
And I couldn't help but notice how she squeezed tighter at the word 'Roughly.'
"Good, now keep that up. Keep talking. Tell me all about that tightly- wound up ball of desire that you've been keeping to yourself." I responded as my large hands gripped her nice toned ass and started thrusting in and out once again. And for a minute, Jean kept silent apart from choice moans- an internal struggle seemingly holding place in her head. Torn between being the prim and proper acting grandmaster of an order of knights vs the woman that was really, really pent up and sexually frustrated. It sounded like Jean needed that little push.
"For once, tell me what you want." I whisper to her- teasing her by sawing my cock back and forth slightly- dragging it across her inner walls, "Not what the Order needs, not what Monstadt needs. But what you want for yourself."
And that seemed to be her breaking point as she took a deep breath and screamed out.
"I… I want you fuck me hard!" She begged.
"With pleasure." My eager growl responded just as I began fulfilling her wish.
"Aaahhhn!" Jean screamed as she immediately crashed into that climax that was withheld from her. And I obliged- adding more force into each thrust. Pushing thick cock past the tightly squeezing inner walls that leaked with her honey. All the way to the back with a nice meaty slap of our hips meeting together.
"I want you to pull on my ha- Yesss~!" Jean cried out as I yanked on her golden-blonde ponytail. And the silky wet insides of her pussy squeezed tight as she came again just as the last one was tapering. "Oh Barbatos! I'm going to cum! Yes, yes, yes, yeeesssss~!"
"You're welcome." I graciously responded- reaching down and tugging on her clitoris even as I continued to piston in and out of her constantly cumming pussy.
"This slutty knight want you to fuck her all night long!" She desperately begged- losing herself to the mind-numbing pleasure and pushing her hips back to meet every thrust halfway. And what else could I do but cheer her on? I did so by slapping her ass with enough force to leave a nice red imprint on her toned cheeks.
"Ooohhh! Go rougher on me please!" Jean lewdly pleaded.
"Such a slutty knight." I chuckled as I gave her what this toned blonde with her athletic body exactly what she wanted: a rough fucking. "The dutiful and proper 'Dandelion Knight,' the acting grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius…. A masochist slut that craved for her needy pussy pounded raw with big, thick cock!"
"Y-yesssss~! Yes, I am!" Jean cried out in pleasure as she came from the demeaning words. "I couldn't stop thinking about that other night! Cumming again~!"
Gripping her blonde ponytail tighter in my fist, I put my back into it- doing my best to ravage this eagerly offered pussy with my massive cock. Her swollen clitoris twitched between my fingertips as I did, and her silky inner walls could only grip tighter at all the maddening stimulus.
"It feels good, doesn't it? Having your slut pussy to permanently fit my cock best." I prompted as I thrust my cock home down to the hilt and stirred said cock around- teasing the deepest parts of her. And Jean shuddered as her juices squelched out from where we were connected. The pitter-patter of her nectar dropping down onto the spot of the sheets was drowned out by her own lustful moans.
"YES! I want to be your personal cumdump!" Jean shouted- cumming yet again. And I couldn't help but grunt as her heaven of hot silky folds coated with nectar clenched and milked desperately all around my shaft- desperate for even a drop of my semen. "Cum in me, please!"
"Time to make you live up to the title then!" I growled as I rammed the tip of my cock right to the back of her vulnerable pussy- past her secret room's entrance.
And just in time too, the first thick rope of semen burst forward and thudded against the back of her womb like creamy fireworks. Then followed by another and another. Each one earning a pleasured gasp from Jean. Each one coating her precious womb white. Until finally, I emptied the contents of my balls into her, and I pulled out. And almost immediately, a steady stream of thick white cum spilled out of her thoroughly fucked quim.
"Haaahhh…" Jean breathlessly panted- high on her long string of orgasms- before giggling almost drunkenly. "It's so warm in my belly."
"Well, that's one hole down. And for the next one…" I muttered. And before Jean could ask what I meant, I manoeuvred her into the cowgirl position- her leaking pussy pressing against the underside of my cock as I rested against the headboard, "... I want you to do the moving with your ass."
"Ah… anal. You know how to treat a girl right." Jean half-breathed, half-moaned. Completely fuck-drunk, she all but had hearts in her eyes by now as she held my cock steady and aiming it to her pink rosebud… And dropping straight down to the hilt in one smooth stroke. "Oh Barbatos, that feels so good."
"Get moving, slut knight." My deep voice commanded- giving her ass a hard slap. Her slimy inner walls greeting my entire shaft by squeezing down. "Mmm. You're tight in your rear hole."
"Ohh yes~ Destroy my ass with this big cock!" Jean moaned out as she did as she was told- fucking her tight, twiching asshole onto my massive shaft. Bouncing B-cups giving a good showing as she moved- slamming her toned ass down onto my hips everytime she bottomed out.
"I want a thick hot load in my ass too." She moaned out- moving a bit faster as if to plead for it, "I want to drip your cum from both my holes! And that's only because I swallow!"
"The grandmaster of the knights of Favonius." I mocked- giving her ass another slap just as she bottomed out, "An anal slut!"
"Oh, yesss! Fill my ass up with hot cum please!" Jean shuddered in orgasm at that. Of course, I helped her along- holding her by her narrow and toned waist as she continued to use her pink asshole- squeezing down tight all while dragging up and down my shaft.
"Oh Barbatos, forgive me! But it feels so good when you cum in my ass." Jean moaned out as my cock pulsed and began painting her bowels white with cum.
Poor Jean was wound up so tight from all her duties and responsibilities that she didn't have a proper outlet for… anything really. Until when she gave me her virginity and then she discovered that she could let out stream through sex, copious amounts of sex. It would seem that I'll be visiting her often at the Knights of Favonius Sakaarian HQ from now on- preferably fucking her in full view of her subordinates just to show them who was the real boss on Sakaar.
"You should send some girls my way too." I mutter- thinking about having my own harem of Favonius Knights to have. "I'll be sure to treat them nicely- I'll even throw a bonus your Orders way if you do."
But that will all begin here- with me filling their grandmaster's tight holes with my semen. All night and all day long if need b-
Then someone pounded furiously on the bedroom door before a voice followed soon after.
"Stop screaming my name everytime you're having sex, dammit!" Venti- the Wind deity Barbatos in disguise- shouted through the closed door. And I couldn't help but feel annoyed at the interruption.
"Stop interrupting me everytime one of your followers moans your name! This is the second time you've done this." I shouted back, before pushing Jean off my cock and climbing off the bed, "And you know what? There's not going to be a third time."
"Wuld!"
Crossing the distance from the bed to the door in less than a hundredth of a second, I slammed my fist straight through the wooden door and gripped the front of Venti's shirt. My blood red eyes looking straight into the wind deity's blue-green ones through the hole.
"It's time to compare whose rear hole feels better." I growled, pulling the lithe wind god through the door and to the bed where Jean still lay shuddering from her orgasm, "And you're going to help me, Jean. Get Venti out of those clothes for me."
"But that's the height of sacrilegious-" She panted tiredly.
"What she said!" Venti piped up- nodding desperately while squirming in my unyielding grip.
"-I accept." Jean finished as she pounced- a lustful furor in her eyes as she started unclasping buttons and running her hands over Venti's graceful body.
"Wait, Jean! N-aaah~!" Venti protested in a half-moan as the blonde began that sport where shoulder met neck.
"Jean is the type of girl who can't be sexually stopped once her motor gets running." I described- watching the show before pushing Venti onto all fours. "And I'm the type of guy who really likes it when more holes interrupt me to volunteer themselves during sex."
And with that, I thrust my big, throbbing cock into Venti's tight twitching pink rosebud in one thrust.
"Oh, Barbatos!" Venti cried out- just before Jean pushed the bard's mouth onto her pussy that was still leaking my cum.
This was going to be a fun night.
Jean Smut - End
[Knights of Favonius Sakaarian HQ] (The Day After)
It was a new day, and as acting grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius- Jean found herself busy in her office. Not due to work for once, but due to being more embarrassed and ashamed then she ever had been in her life.
"I can't believe I did that." Jean muttered to herself as she tried to hide her furiously blushing face in her palms. "What could have possessed me to do that?! To be so.. Debaucherous and out of control!"
But the worst of it was that… she actually enjoyed it all throughout.
"I don't think I can face Venti ever again." She moaned out in deep embarrassment. "I think I should just never show up for church. Barbara would understand. Having a depraved threesome with the deity of her church wou- No, she must never know of this!"
And as she was bemoaning how she had set a new record low for heresy, the door to her office opened and Jean peeked through the gaps between her fingers to see Klee and Mona walk into her office.
"See, Mona? Jean is being weird and blushy again." Klee's youthful voice tell her companion as they entered.
"I can see that…" Their resident astrologer, Mona, chuckled as she fixed her purple wide-brimmed wizard hat, "I won't take long though."
Klee beamed a big smile at Mona.
"Okay! I'm going to go and trade my cute bombs for fish and other cool things." Klee announced with a cheer. "The people in Sakaar seem to like them a lot more than the people in Monstadt!"
Ironically, by distributing her bombs to the populace, Klee was actually doing less property damage here on Sakaar than she ever did on Monstadt. By constantly trading her bombs for rare sweets and exotic, tasty fish for Hev and Joanna to grill for her, Klee was always out of bombs for her accidentally and not so accidentally detonate.
The populace that she trades her bombs to didn't use them either. Jean had heard how much just one of Klee's bombs went for on the black market, and it came as no surprise that people had consequently decided to export them rather than use them. And she had even read reports of instances where Klee's bombs were being used all the way from the other side of the galaxy.
Klee, at the ripe age of 8 years old and completely by accident, was now rapidly becoming one of the galaxy's most successful arms dealers. Her bombs were now one of the most sought after items on the black market.
The cute rotund rabbit-like bombs' remarkable blast yield accompanied by how small and light and almost undetectable they were made them a favourite for terrorist organizations and rebels everywhere. Hevnokren was so proud and gleeful when he first found out about it. The big dragon's constant want for amusement sometimes went too far in Jean's opinion. But at least, through it all, Klee remained an innocent little girl.
"I should really go stop her." Jean muttered as she listened to the sound of Klee running off, "But that would mean that I have to show my face to people."
"Don't be like that, Jean." Mona giggled, sitting down on the chair in front of Jean's desk.
"I wish I could tell you to 'Leave me alone for the rest of the day' but I am duty-bound to keep working, so… Good morning, Mona." Jean reluctantly greeted through her hands- still unwilling to show her face. "You wished to talk to me in some official capacity?"
"Yes, I did." Mona nodded- politely ignoring her ongoing crisis of faith, "But allow me to say first… that it sounds like someone had an amazing night."
"Please don't start…" Jean squeaked- wishing that the ground would swallow her whole rather than continue this conversation any further.
"Well, you wanted it and you enjoyed it. So, what was wrong?" Mona shrugged with a smile.
'I made the Anemo Archon, the god that the Order is dedicated to enshrining, slurp up Hev's semen out of my vagina.' Jean wanted to reply, but just gave another embarrassed squeak as she remembered last night's events.
"And I also can't help but notice how generous Hevnokren was." Mona smirked, "Every knight I passed by here was wearing shiny new armour and blades. And everyone is talking about how you challenged Hevnokren to a fight and managed to impress him enough to have him supply arms and armour for everyone in the Order."
"That is a lie that Hevnokren fabricated… that I have no desire on correcting." Jean groaned out. Thank goodness for small mercies.
"According to rumours of how the night went, I'm surprised that you're able to sit down after a night like that." Mona wondered waggling her eyebrows at Jean who couldn't but whimper in embarrassment from the teasing.
"How has being in this HYDRA organisation been treating you, Mona?" Jean abruptly changed the subject, and immediately the dark-haired girl beamed at her in return- overjoyed that someone asked the question she wanted to answer.
"It's a dream come true!" Mona enthused with a jubilant tone, "Hevnokren is a true patron of the arts and sciences of Astrology and Divination! He's surprisingly knowledgeable in them too!"
"He gave you funding?" Jean supposed- reading between the lines.
"He gave me unlimited funding!" Mona gushed- as if all-too happy to correct her, "He even had me submit some rough designs for a space vessel all of my own. Filled to the brim with all the sensory instruments and stellar cartography apparati that has been developed!"
"I'm glad that at least one of us is enjoying her interactions with him, business or otherwise." Jean lied to Mona and to herself.
"And speaking of which… I guess it's time to get to business." Mona sighed- adopting a serious look. And the change in topics to something more serious was a godsend for Jean.
"Thank Barbatos." Jean muttered reflexively before wincing at the reminder of her sacrilege.
"Jean…" Mona began in an urgent tone, "Are you aware that two of Hev's… targets have taken up shop just down the road from here?"
That was enough for Jean's embarrassment to immediately evaporate.
"Targets? Plural?" She clarified- her face blanching.
"I guess not then…" Mona sighed before pulling up her own wrist-interface, the purple holographic screen expanding in the air to display two faces. A green-skinned woman with red hair and a blue-skinned woman that had those metal 'bionics' that Jean had heard about.
"Gamora and Nebula." Mona read to her, "They're the Daughters of Thanos: The same big purple bad guy who wants to magic away half of the universe's population. I checked on a whim if I could point my Divination at Hev's targets… so imagine my surprise when I scryed their hideout and found that they are in charge of a small gang- likely undercover Kree Starforce elites."
Some more photos swiped through the display- about twenty Kree faces sliding into the screen to form a basic organisational chart with Gamora and Nebula at the head.
"Thank you… with information about their faces and locations, apprehending them will be much easier."
"They're currently in disguise though." Mona elaborated tapping at the holographic screen once and both Gamora's and Nebula's faces shifted slightly- and despite still sporting green and blue skin respectively, the two's features were just subtly different enough that Jean wouldn't have guessed they were the same person.
"I'll rally the knights." Jean announced. "Will you inform Hevnokren of this development?"
"Take care. Also, I'll inform Hev in person." Mona nodded with a small smile. "It's been a while since we've talked face to face."
And Jean couldn't help but have a sneaking suspicion of what was going to happen next. Then a sudden flash of vindictive inspiration came to her mind, and Jean almost stamped it down, however… all of Mona's teasing so far had left Jean feeling a bit of revenge, so…
"Tell him that I sent you." Jean smiled beautifically- remembering Hevnokren's offhand remark of sending girls his way.
Mona would likely enjoy it anyway.
- Side-story Chapter 2: Jean (Genshin Impact) End -
Chapter 12: Tanned Muscle Girls vs a Fluffy Dragon to be posted in a day or two. Time Zones are complex.
AN:
Yes, the side-stories are canon. I write them because I want to feature characters that are in the background but was unsure if people like them enough and didn't have a large enough role to play.
Johanna should have been one of these less-popular characters, but she became too essential for the plot and a bit too close to Klee to just shove into a side-story. Hopefully, the incoming chapter will help sell her better.
Next up is Mona. After that, I really am not sure who to lewd.
Blonde female knights with their ponytails and their rape fetishes… If Konosuba is ever visited, Jean can bond with Darkness over how much they have in common. Lol.
Looking for suggestions. Keep in mind that girls from the muscle girl are also on the table. Here are my thoughts.
Hu Tao: The funeral parlour director had only two lines so far in this fic, but she's a character favourite for a lot of people. And that's enough for me to give her some screen time.
Kequing: I don't understand the appeal of her, but I guess she's popular (and cute enough)
Fem!Zhongli: The gender bender train has no breaks. It'll be nice to collect all three Archon's virginities.
Yae: As they say, "Hawt kitsune girl. 'Nuff said."
Erza and/or Irene: Criminally few lewds that involve Irene. And some fiery redhead is always a good addition.