Fret not my little edgelings, Daddy Edge is back with the milk!

Replies,

MadFrog: Oh he'll give it to her eventually, don't worry. As for Akeno's Mom...yeah, that will be fun. Now, about divine blessings...you'll see :P

XxExtremeSam: Re-vengeance fan? Anyway, glad to hear it! And if things pan out the edge will ramp up pretty soon...

"Time to face the music, I guess…"

Yami looked upon the entrance to his house with not an inconsiderable amount of…a healthy sense of apprehension. Not fear, of course. Never fear.

At the very least, if nothing else, his little detour with the naive ojou-sama that he doubted he'd ever get to see again, served to help buy him some extra time. Time in which he recovered quite a bit of his stamina and spent chakra. And thus, if push came to shove and the girls still were raring to go? Well, his squadrons of Yami juniors would help bolster his 'battalions' ranks.

Sighing, he reached the door and his hand wound round the smooth cool handle.

"Things would be so much easier if I could use sen…sin…the sage chakra crap…" he grumbled before pushing the door open and making his way inside.

Sadly, his attempts into acquiring said powerup…

Well, they still left much to be desired even if some progress was being made.

"Ah~! Welcome home honey~!" his mom said, her head popping into view from inside the kitchen, a megawat smile on her face. A smile which in tandem with the milf once again wearing a naked apron made Yami shiver.

Not much progress, but some. Although, he had the horrible suspicion that he'd be unable to truly achieve the sage state until he further increased his chakra reserves—and by a hefty amount at that—as well until he further evolved his eyes.

"Would you like a dinner, a bath, or, perhaps—"

A bead of sweat traveled down the sides of his head as an ominous feeling welled in his gut.

"Err, I'm tired, mom, I'm going to turn in early tonight, yeah!"

"Are you suuure?" the woman purred, her eyes gleaming. "I could give you a massage, like I did when you were young to help you relax. Fufufu~"

Memories not his own, and yet now his, rose unbidden from the depths of his mind. And Yami, somehow, had the definitely baseless suspicion that the 'massage' which Miki had in mind differed quite a bit from what he remembered.

"I-I will do it Mistress!" a voice coming from his left, with not a small amount of nervous anticipation said. And Yami, blinked as he turned his head and a nervous Kala squirmed as she stood, the couch she'd been sitting in behind her. "Y-you must be tired and need to focus on preparing the food no doubt, y-yes?"

By her side, the fedora wearing edgelord, not bothering to stand up, merely rolled his eyes, still focused on the program on the tv.

Yami, just like his clones did before, felt a newfound appreciation for the tall beauty clad in a miniskirt and a very revealing button up shirt. For even if her earlier attempt to help failed to be of much use, the intent and the spirit was there. As was the case now.

"Mmh…I don't know…" Miki said as Yami swiveled his head back towards her and Miki tapped a finger on her chin, a small frown on her lips.

"P-please Mistress," Kala said again, and seeing that Miki didn't seem all that willing to budge, continued. "It hasn't been my turn yet," the girl added. And Yami's shoulders slumped.

W-well…it's one girl, we can deal with that, can't we lads?

Small, almost faded voices that sounded distinctly like him and yet not quite seemed to well up from the depths of his consciousness and for an instant Yami felt horror. Ah fuck, I knew that Broth brain's clones sorta and in a kinda light manner split his consciousness but I thought that was due to him being an idiot! You mean to tell me its due to the technique itself? Mocking laughter reached him which faded.

Well, fuck you too, I guess. Damn I'm awesome!

"Mmh, that's true," Miki said. "But—"

"Please!" Kala all but shouted, making Yami blink as Kala's face resembled a ripe tomato and her arms were clenched by her sides. "You have your hands full with teaching the rest of the girls as well as preparing the food."

"That's right—"

"If…if you do not agree to this, then…then I'll help you cook."

The clatter coming from the kitchen ceased and Yami's furrowed his brows as Kala turned an even deeper shade of red, slowly turning his head revealed that Miki had turned pale enough to pass for a ghost. His mom opened her mouth to reply but before she could do so…

"T-there is no need for that!"
"Y-yeah!"
"H-have fun!"
"Break a leg!"

A mass of limbs belonging to four certain girls who sported very nervous smile snaked around and grabbed Miki, dragging her back into the kitchen.

"H-have fun!" Miki managed to stutter after freeing her mouth from Raynare's hand and then slamming the kitchen door closed.

Yami blinked and turned towards the over ripe tomato in confusion.

"What?"

Kala refused to meet his eyes even as she sported a tiny pleased smile.

"The idiot can't cook worth a damn," Dohnaseek said with a snort, pressing on the remote and changing the channel.

"In the name of Satan, I will punish you! Levi-tan luv~luv~beaaaam~!"

Yami and the fallen blinked in tandem, if for not entirely the same reasons.

"Nice! It seems I still got it," the man said, smiling his way. "Say goodbye to your old boring tv and hello to devil-net—"

'Bonk'

"Ow! The hell, you cow?" the man said, rubbing his head and glaring at a furiously scowling Kala.

"S-stop sprouting lies in front of my lord!"

Once again, Yami and the fallen blinked in tandem.

"Lies? The hell you are on about you silly bint…Ah. But I spoke no lies, I am not Azazel after all and, as the milf discovered, the fact that you can burn water is—"

The smell of ozone and the crackling of thunder filled the air as in Kala's hand a spear of light blossomed into existence even as dark demented cackles left her lips.

"Do-hna-seek~"

Yami had enough of this.

Sides, he liked his house as it was. Namely existing and not a pile of rubble.

Flooding his body with chakra, speeding up his reactions, enhancing his bones, his muscles. He appeared next to Kala with a few quick steps and wrapped his arms around her.

"Eep!"

The ominous aura and the lighting spear vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

"M-my lord, I, you wish this place to be…ehehe…"

Sighing and ignoring the mumblings of the tall beauty, he merely lifted her up and headed for the stairs.

"…thanks."

"Don't mention it," he grunted and started making his way upwards.

Fighting between his minions was counterproductive. Mainly because it could lead to a reduction the number of said minions, something unacceptable! Brainwashing might look easy but it was by no means so!

"Fufufu~"

Grumbling, Yami paused mid step halfway up and, even if the way Kala's back and ass rubbed against his body felt particularly nice, raised the surprised woman, dropping her on his shoulder.

"Eep!"

"Stop squirming damn you!"

The girl fell silent.

"Ah, my lord…of course, someone as tall as me would be—"

Rolling his eyes, he slapped Kala's juicy butt.

"Eep!"

"Stop doubting yourself as well!" he grumbled and resumed climbing. "Tall booty is fine too. Quite fine, in fact."

"E-eh? Is that so?"

"Yes."

"I see…fufufufu~" the girl started squirming and shaking her pert rear slightly even as she was bent over his shoulder while at the same time pressing herself up against him, Kala squished her bountiful breasts against his back and ass.

Making him startle in surprise and his boner to jump to attention at the sensation.

"Goddammit…" he grumbled, glaring at nothing even as his boner strained against his pants.

You'll get your turn, wait a darn minute you little shit!

Sighing, and fondling the giggling beauty's pert butt, he stepped into his room wondering if perhaps, perhaps he might be making a mistake by aiming for a massive harem. At least to begin with, after all he was not quite where he needed, where he wanted to be strength wise. Like say, sen…sin…the sage crap, which yeah, he probably needed the Eternal Mangekyo or perhaps, the Rinnegan itself to be able to comfortably cheat…wield sage power like Madara did.

So, perhaps, he was making—

"Fufufu~"

Groping Kala's ass, feeling her melons and seeing her legs kicking back and forth and merriment, coupled with the obvious glee in her voice and the very enjoyable sensation of power coming from lugging a woman around like so, making him feel very much like Conan himself, coupled with the sight of his bed but a few feet from him made Yami's mind spartan kick all the doubts away.

Meh, who cares about all those difficulties. I'll overcome them. After all, I'm built different!

And besides, stopping his 'acquire bitches' plan—which itself was a by product of the 'get swole' plan—or ordering his girls to turn their nymphomaniac tendencies down a notch would be all but admitting defeat. And not just to anyone else. He cared little what anyone else thought. But admitting defeat to himself, which was far worse. Especially now that he had clones who would tease him relentlessly about said fact after. So fuck that, he just had to grow strong enough to handle his harem and any future bitches in it is all.

"Booty overboard!"

"Eh?"

He threw Kala.

"Eek!"

The yellow-eyed beauty squeaking in surprise as she sailed through the air, waving her arm in panic before landing on the bed with a small thud.

Yami snorted.

"You forgot you could fly, didn't you?"

Kala turned crimson, hiding her face behind her hands.

"Mouuu! Master…"

Chuckling, Yami advanced towards the bed, removing his clothes in a hurry as he did before climbing on the mattress himself.

"Heh, shy Kala is cute too."

His words didn't help, if anything they made matters worse, for the blush spread until it covered the girl's ears and reached down to her neck.

"Mouuu!"

The gap moe between her strong confident, and tall, looks coupled with how she was behaving right now?

His boner twitched and he licked his lips.

Yami reached out with his hands. "For the record, I want you to know that this is your fault and I take no pleasure in it."

Complete lies.

Confused, Kala lowered her hands and blinked at him with yellow eyes.

"Eh?"

And Yami grasped her shirt and miniskirt, tearing them to pieces.

"No bra and panties eh? You naughty girl!"

"Eek!"

'Boing'

Leaving the beauty in the nude as her massive milkers jiggled proudly and freely, her stiff pink nipples waving at him in greeting while below, her trimmed blue mound stood absolutely soaked in her juices. The sight enough to make him lick his lips again and his eyes to dilate.

"Hehehe…"

"M-m-master…Yami-sama," Kala said, looking to the world like a deer caught in the headlights as the tall beauty covered her breasts and mound with a hand each and slammed her knees closed. "Please be gentle?"

Yami grinned as he caressed one of her smooth long legs, the strong, and yet soft limb feeling quite nice under his fingers as he trailed downward until he reached the girl's foot, playing with it and the heel's straps, toying with the idea of removing it before deciding to leave them.

"But of course my dear, when have I ever been anything but the perfect gentleman?" he said, tone angelic even as his lips twitched and he struggled not to laugh. Congratulating himself within his mind for managing to delivered such a line with a, mostly, straight face.

"Now." He massaged her leg, his other arm joining its twin and massaging the other foot. "Let's have fun shall we?" he purred and, coaxing the girl's legs apart he grinned wider as the blushing beauty slowly dropped her arms, exposing her soaked pussy and her magnificent full breasts both.

He licked his lips again.

"Y-you like them, my lord?" the long-haired beauty asked in a shy tone. And at his growling nod a pleased tiny smile spread across her lips. "Fufu…I'm happy. In-in that case…" the girl, blushing to the tips of her blue roots spread her arms towards him. "C-come to momma."

At that, a deep growl ripped itself free from his chest.

The woman's shy welcoming smile, coupled with her beckoning arms and her full breasts, her toned belly and flaring baby making hips and long legs? All thoughts of ensuring Kala was ready to receive his rock hard cock left his mind…not that Kala needed much help in that department judging by how drenched she was.

Yami all but jumped forward.

"Ah!"

Wrapping his arms around the beauty's back even as his twitching cock probed the entrance to her burning folds.

"Fufu~ I'm not going anywhere my lord, pace yourself~" the girl said, even if judging by her tone as well as how her arms and legs both wrapped themselves around him, pulling Yami's probing cock inside her, Kala minded not one bit.

As the tight folds enveloped his dick in their tight, hot caress, Yami let out a pleased hiss before his head lowered towards one of the perky nipples, inhaling Kala's soft scent even as his lips wound around the nipple suckling greedily, like a parched man chancing upon an oasis in the desert.

"Ah~! So needy!" Kala cooed above him, and Yami grunted as his tongue teased and rolled the nipple trapped in between his lips and grunting, slammed his hips forward, pulling back, and then smashing them forward again like a furious jackhammer, drawing out a panting moan from the woman embracing him even as Kala's left hand, crept upward from his back until it wound in between his hair, playing with them as another moan left her lips as Yami let go of her breast, beginning to attack its twin.

"N-not that I mind~" kala said with a panting giggle as Yami continued to slam his hips back and forth, the beauty's folds contracting with an almost desperate need around his invading member, seemingly reluctant to let go each time he pulled back and yet most eager to welcome him back in their throbbing moist depths, Kala's wrapped legs around his back doing their best to pull his cock as deep as possible each time.

Growling at the cheeky beauty and narrowing his eyes even as he suckled at her tit, his teeth lightly pinched the stiff nipple in warning.

And Kala's breath hitched, her back arching slightly as she shuddered and bit her lip, gazing down at him in longing while below, her pussy clamped down like a vise around his dick, making him hiss even as his cock pulsed in delight at the sensation.

"F-fufufu…" Kala, panting, ruffled his hair, a gentle smile on her face. "Would you perhaps like some milk, my lord?" the woman asked, and the idea of it made his boner pulse like mad as he slammed his hips forward, feeling Kala's heels slamming against his ass even as the girl bit her lip, moaning. "I-I'm afraid there ain't, my lord. B-but, if you'd like some, then perhaps…"

Nostrils flaring like a bull, Yami tightened his grip around Kala and let go of her breast.

"Ah…" a disappointed sigh starting to leave her lips but before she could say more Yami slammed his lips into the girl's own, their tongues meeting into a rough kiss as he picked up the pace. "Mmh~!" and with each thrust he drew back until his tip almost escaped Kala's pussy before bottoming out inside her once more, the fallen's long legs ensuring he couldn't actually escape as she rolled her hips in time with his thrusts, welcoming him, trapping him inside her.

Trapped and embraced like that, Yami could feel his balls pulse in time with his cock and with one final thrust, he bottomed out, groaning inside Kala's mouth as pint after pint of baby butter escaped his twitching member. His semen donation eagerly accepted by the beauty's womb if the greedy pulsing of her folds around his member were any indication, the woman's pussy doing its best to wring him dry even as her dancing saliva coated tongue did its best to explore each and every part of Yami's mouth.

"Mmh~!"

He shuddered in her embrace as Kala cooed in the middle of their kiss, continuing to ruffle his hair.

Panting, Yami broke the lip lock, laying his head in the crook of her neck as he shot his last and lay there.

"Good boy~ Good boy…" she cooed, patting his head and Yami's nostrils flared at Kala's almost mothering tone. He had enough of that with Miki, he didn't need another S-tier beast! He needed to break her before she started getting any ideas!

Focusing and with a growl his chakra raced through his body and a metallic gauntlet flashed into being.

"Eek!"

Making Kala jump slightly at the cold sensation on her back.

[Boosto!]

And with the surplus of energy threading through his body, Yami took the refractory period behind the barn.

"My lord?" the surprised girl asked as his cock sprang back to full hardness within her folds once more. "What are you—"

Only for Yami to pull back before the surprised girl could react.

"Wait! My lord—" the girl cried, a hint of despair in her voice, but she needn't have worried. For Yami did not intend to stop or attempt to escape.

"Ooooh~!"

Rolling his hips forward, Yami's cock slid into another hole. Drawing a long drawn out moan from the surprised beauty even as his plate covered hand trailed downward, coping a feel from a full plump, if quite firm, ass-cheek as he drove his dick deep into her fat ass.

"Fufu…" Kala said with a pant, smiling at him, flushed and gorgeous. "If that's what you wished for, you only had to ask~"

Goddammit!

He growled, picking up the pace, putting his back into it as he attempted to dick the fallen down.

But, if anything, the girl seemed intent on breaking him. What with matching his rhythm thrust for thrust and her ass, somehow, feeling even tighter, than her pussy. Even if when, by all accounts, it shouldn't.

I need…I need something to strike back at her!

"Good boy~ Good boy…" Kala continued to coo and pamper him as he pumped into her with all his might, meeting him kiss for kiss, thrust for thrust, offering up her tits up at him whenever he moved his mouth towards them and even worse…

"Mine~mine~mine~" the girl manifested her jet black wings, wrapping them around him as well, thoroughly trapping and holding him in place.

In slight despair, and, in part, due to the pheromones assaulting his nose, Yami's lips let go of Kala's nipple.

"There, there…eh?"

And before she could react, his head moved towards her left armpit.

"Eek!"

And all at once the girl froze, and as Yami gave another lick to the forbidden zone, enjoying the mix of pheromones and the slight sour taste of her sweat, Kala shuddered once more and a furious blush spread across her mortified face.

"M-my lord, t-that's—"

A weak spot!

Meeting her gaze and starting to piston once more, Yami's lips all but sealed themselves around the pheromone rich bit of flesh, sticking like a leech that chanced upon a vein even as slurping noises filling the room intermixed with Kala's loud, shuddering moans, her sphincter contracting like mad around his twitching dick as he licked and licked and licked.

"N-no…S-stop…"

He had no intention of doing so. Not when he'd chanced upon a way to turn the tables round. Instead—

[Boosto!]

He grunted and pumped in and out of Kala's ass faster, the jiggling of her cheeks as he slapped his balls against them sounding like heaven to his ears even as the beauty writhed underneath his tongue's torture and he could feel her rock hards nipples pressing against his chest and body as he assaulted Kala's weak spot.

And in pretty short order, Kala screamed, Yami feeling her belly's convulsions joined as they were and grunting he shot his load deep inside, painting her bowels white.

For a few moments they lay there, sweating, panting and holding one another.

Kala, flushed, send a smile his way as he, at last, removed his lips from her armpit. "T-that was…"

Yami smirked and drew back.

"Eh?"

Before slamming his cock into Kala's pussy once more, drawing another wanton moan out of the beauty who gazed at him through lidded eyes.

"By my reckoning, my dear, you have two pittusies. Hehehe…"

Yami could feel the excited quiver of Kala's pussy around his member even as she whimpered outloud.

"Ah…that is…mercy?"

"Sorry, fresh out. Hehehe…" he dived in and he didn't intend to stop until the girl learned her place.

"Yes~yes~yes!"

He grunted as Kala howled under his assault.

"Get me pregnant, get me pregnant!"

It would be a long night by the looks of it…

Kali awoke due to the incessant rhythmic beeping of some mortal contraption and threw of the thin sheets covering her...

Biting back a curse as a result, her eyes flying open due to the sharp stab of pain, a hitched breath leaving her. Wincing as her treated, if still quite raw wounds, smarted at her unexpected movement and the energy she'd started to summon to blast the offending contraption died out as she, instead, settled back down on the bed.

Letting out a pained slow hiss and deciding that waiting some more before getting out of this house of healing wouldn't be the worst idea. She could see about finding her priest and thanking him for his aid—the aid she could feel even now in some of the nigh-shift nurses minds—thanking her priest…and getting her revenge on that annoying whelp that dared bring her so low!

Probing at one of her bruises Durga bit back a whimper.

Yes, waiting until her convalescence was complete didn't sound that bad…

Feeling a slow warmth begin to spread across his back, alongside an increase in the room's ambient light, Yami opened his eyes, realizing that judging by the comfortable heat emanating from Kala's body below his, coupled with the woman's legs still wrapped around his midsection and with the two comfortable pillows his head was nestled between that yeap, the clingy angel hadn't moved an inch last night.

Something which he normally would have few problems with but…

"Mmouu…"

Aborting his attempt to wiggle himself free, Kala's expression—the girl thankfully still sleeping—calmed once more…even if the girl's arms, previously laying by her side proceeded to wrap around his back like a clingy octopus.

This presented a bit of a problem.

Yes. His half erect dick no doubt enjoyed lazing about within the girl's welcoming pussy—

Heh. Superhuman constitution and anime body for the win. That didn't work back home that's for sure!

But he had things he wanted to do today—as well as eat something!—thus, much as he would like to cuddle for a while longer, Kala did smell nice after all, followed by a bit of morning exercise…

Yami let out a silent sigh.

Gainz before pleasure. Gainz before pleasure.

Closing his eyes, stretching his senses, he let out a silent curse. For he failed to find what he was looking for…within his room that is.

On his mom's and the cuck's room on the other hand? Well, that was a different story but therein lied the rub. For even though he found the necessary item, or rather, items, this would prove tricky.

Especially doing it without handseals trapped like a wrapped turkey as he was.

Whining is for losers and I ain't no stinkin loser, no sir! I'm a closer! Fuck it!

Stretching a thin tendril of chakra out of a free spot near the middle of his back, he reached with his new temporary limb, the tendril wavering in and out of existence for a few there, and grasped a free pillow next to him, flicking it away from the bed until it landed with a barely a sound next to his desk.

Easy part done. Now for the hard part…

A moment later, and with a puff of smoke, Yami stood, or rather lay on the room's cold floor, his abs tensing at the sensation as Kala grumbled in her sleep for a moment, making Yami tense and then relax as the girl quieted back down and he rose on his feet.

Letting out a sigh of relief as he did.

Both for managing to escape the clutches of the girl now blissfully hugging a long ass pillow as well as the fact that he managed to perform a three body substitution. That is, replacing his ass with the pillow next to the desk while also sending, and keeping hold of, said pillow into his mom's bedroom and specifically a wardrobe where said long pillow now nestled between Kala boobs resided. Substituting the thin pillow with the long one. And all that practically at the same instant, while the connection between all three of them existed and he could maintain it still.

Seems the clones training is paying off.

Yami hastily took his mind off what could have occurred if he'd botched this and made for the bathroom. A quick shower later, and after thankfully seeing that Kala still slept like a baby he doned a new set of clothes—all black leather with skull motifs, of course— summoned #1 who promptly summoned the other two before #1 took the shape, and place, of Yami's usual glasses and then…jumped out of his room's window, making for the school.

He could have risked going out the front door and maybe paying the kitchen a visit but…he wasn't that big an idiot, no sir.

The clones could handle the girls, he had faith in his sacrificial pawns…troopers. They were big boys after all.

Making his way through the town, Yami resisted the urge to snort. Well, it didn't matter much in the end. The clones knew everything he did up to the point he summoned them each time. So, as long as they tested that and trained some? The girls could wring them dry for all he cared.

If they popped? Skill issue on their part.

The school came into view and Yami grinned.

He couldn't wait to style on some bitches today!

…the bitch being Saji, for the most part, yes.

Omake:

Yami didn't have a clue as to where he was. Oh sure, at first glance the place seemed normal.

The people bustling around him rather reminded him of his original life and then the subsequent time he spent in Kuoh.

In fact, and judging by the fact all around him he heard nothing but japanese, for the most part, he had a pretty good idea as to which country he landed in at least. As for a more specific location…well, the billboard on the side of the building on the other side of the street lighting up the night? It gave him a pretty good idea.

"Tokyo, eh?"

Ignoring the passerbys he crossed his arms and rubbed his chin with one hand.

At first glance everything seemed normal.

And that was the problem.

At first glance.

For he could feel it in his bones. In the very air he breathed.

This timeline, planet, universe? Whatever you wanted to call it? It was anything but normal. The air itself all but hummed with an almost imperceptible buzz. What his ears perceived as an electric crackling a pretty good indicator of potent magic suffusing this planet. Even if, by the sound and feel of it, the current lay mostly hidden. Concealed almost from the day to day normies.

Similar to the masquerade that once existed back home. Similar, but different at the same time.

Cause the power he could feel? If he had to put into words, the current lay underground. Not like back in the dxd world where it merely hid in another room of the house so to speak, easy to access by comparison if you but stepped into said room.

"How curious…" he said, before shrugging and starting to walk in no direction in particular. His eyes. The eyes of the strongest Uchiha would point him in the right direction eventually. So, whatever this place's secret? He would uncover it eventually, and find out just where exactly he'd landed.

…and also discover just why the world felt so stingy with its energy. For not only did he feel a distressingly small amount of 'magic' available in the air for the normies to use, in contrast to the vast reserves lying hidden 'underneath', but the planet seemed almost reluctant to part with its natural energy. Not that Yami cared. He took what he wanted anyway after doing the equivalent of spanking the silly cow's ass to make her release her hold on her energy. Still, though…

"Curious. Most curious."

"Hey!"

He didn't even bother to glance at the normie he'd shoved out of his way.

When he'd arrived in this reality in the first place Yami had few expectations and was prepared for quite a bit.

But, he was not prepared for his travels to take him to the Antarctic of all places.

"Hmf! You are late candidate," the white-haired ojou-sama said, folding her arms under her impressive bust and turning her nose up at him.

In response, Yami yawned.

"W-w-what?! H-how dare you!" the little princess all but screamed, marching up to him.

"S-senpai…" he ignored the little eggplant and the shapeshifted white furred creature she carried along with her and, reaching up with his pinky…cleaned out his ear.

"Mashu, did you hear something just now?" he asked, looking at the mortified eggplant with one eye closed while right in front of him, the little princess that apparently run this place growled as her anger grew and grew.

"The insolence…" said princess managed to growl out at last. "G-get out of my sight!"

"Sure, whatever you say," he said and turning around waved his hand. "Toodles~" And before Mashu, or the director could say anything, he made for the briefing room's door…or at least, a basic ass Bunshin did. Yami, for his part, turned invisible and planted his ass against a wall. Fighting the urge to hum as he waited.

For what he knew not.

But the Rinnegan all but assured him that this was the place to be, and given how he could see so many threads of fate converging in this very room and the people in, an assload of them trying to tie themselves to him? He believed his eyes.

At least this place and its silly 'mages' seemed interesting. Well, more interesting then wandering about the world in search of interesting things. And, for this place's sake, he hoped it proved more interesting then the discount Hogwarts in London and that annoying headmaster woman. If nothing else, the hatesex had been worth it, even if her clinginess after was somewhat…scary.

"Fou fou!"

The little furball was looking in his direction, nestled as it was between the cute little teen's breasts.

Lucky little shit.

"Eh? What is it Fou?" the eggplant asked, looking around the room, blinking.

"Pipe down, Kyrielight!" the white-haired director, and apparent 'boss' of his new job barked from her spot in the middle of the room. And wasn't that something that made him want to snort. Yami, the strongest entity back in his home reality and multivershal traveler was now but a 'humble' wagecuck. Or at least pretended to be such…

He shook his head and tore his gaze away from the Ojou-sama and the weird fucker standing next to her whom, by the looks of it had yet to decide if he belonged in victorian London or an 80's rock band.

Rinnegan, I love you baby, but you better not be lying to me and this be worth my time.

"S-sorry director!" the cutie squeaked and planted her plump ass down on a chair.

Making a v with his fingers, Yami pointed at the furball and then at himself. Mouthing 'I'm watching you' to the little fucker and receiving a tiny snort and a nod from the little bastard.

He smiled, already liking the little furball. After all, he too, often pretended to be so much less than what he was in truth. Hell, he was doing so even now.

Still, as the meeting dragged on, Yami started to impatiently tap his foot against the floor.

Goddamn waste of my time—

As if on cue, the floor below his, and the rest of the gathered weaklings feet started to rise, Yami's perception of time slowed as his body instinctively sped up and, he watched with curiosity as a mass of fire and debris slowly rose upwards from the rising, crumbling in places, slabs of stone. Courtesy of some sort of bomb no doubt. And as if that wasn't enough, he could feel a massive shift taking place the world, nay the timeline over. This place being protected due to some sort of wards that sprung into existence almost as fast as he could perceive things.

"Well now, ain't you the most unlucky group of sons of bitches?" he wondered, stepping off the wall.

Scanning the gathered crowd of weaklings, his eyes landed on the little princess, the eggplant, the widely grinning trenchcoat wearing motherfucker and…two other girls about whom thin threads of fate spun but he more cared for the fact that their bodies were hot.

"What to do what to do…" he mumbled, rubbing his chin as time all but froze. "Meh." Before finally shrugging and deciding to wing it. "Come to daddy~" a whirlpool manifested around the petite blonde, sucking the frozen beauty inside his dimension and then the glasses wearing redhead followed by the eggplant—furball included—and finally, the director who, if he had to guess, stood right above where the bomb had been.

As for the rest of them, including the grinning fucker who still looked towards where the ojou-sama had been less than hearbeat ago?

"Meh, I don't do dicks. Let the chips fall where they may." Crossing his arms, Yami allowed time to resume its normal pace—

…and promptly found himself smashed against the wall once more, courtesy of a gigantic, and quite hot, square slab of stone.

Resisting the urge to sigh, due to the fact that it'd fill his mouth with bits of stone…and that doing so wouldn't prevent his clones from teasing him for not bothering to dodge that later. Yami pushed gently, the sound of tortured stone upon stone filling his ears alongside the grating whine of sirens and then a red light hitting his eyes, owing to the fires blazing all around him as well as the fact that the whole room had shifted to emergency power, nay, the whole installation really.

"Well now, this keeps getting more and more interesting…" he mused as he stepped out of the Yami shaped hole in the wall and around the slab, and, ignoring the hideously mangled bodies of the weaklings…proceeded to spat out from within his Kamui dimension the girls he'd just saved.

"W-w-what?!"

"E-eh? Senpai? What happened?"

"Eh?"

"What? Who are you? What did you do?!"

Yami looked at the feisty redhead who no longer pretended to be a weak human by the looks of things.

"I didn't do nothing. Well, that ain't exactly right. I saved your lives, you are welcome by the way."

As the gathered girls strove to parse his words, followed by screaming as they glanced at the inferno surrounding them, Yami once again, cleared his ear.

"Fou. Fou!" the little furball jumped on his shoulder and he gave it the stink eye.

"And what do you want me to do about it? Sheesh! I don't do charity! Be thankful I saved your hot owner as it were."

"E-eh? You can understand Fou, Senpai?" the eggplant asked, taking a step back in surprise. Before her eyes widened and she shook her head. "N-no, that's not important, rather, everyone…" she paused, parsing the rest of his words. "H-hot?" she squeaked. Turning a blushing red and besides her, even as Mashu shook her head once again, the white-haired princess hyperventilated.

"Interesting," Yami said.

He still didn't have a clue where he was or what the deal was with this reality. Nonetheless, it would seem that he would no longer be bored for the foreseeable future, which, in all honesty was the most important thing.

Before you ask, no, Yami knows even less about fate then I do, namely he knows jack and shit-besides the fact it has great porn. (Mikon best girl! Fluffy cosby da best!) Also, Omake Yami is post story Yami so he's simply having fun. As for how this came about? Well, I had an idea for a joke only to belatedly, after I'd written this, realize that I could have skipped straight to that point and that, with hindsight no, it won't be shorter than the other omake posted separately 'of rings and men'. Still, I can't be arsed to skip to that point...

So, shucks to be you I guess? :P

Oh, and no, I won't be writing the smut taking place in the omake segments otherwise we'll still be here till the cows come home.