Chapter 12
Warning
There will be Male on Femboy content in this chapter! Please read ahead at your own discretion!
"The hell kind of shit are you blathering about? You're name isn't Dive and you sure as shit don't look like Dive, but you are still him. You still kicked the crap out of us, and your food is still good. Besides me wanting to kick the shit out of you to get even, why would I ever get mad about you lying?" Imoya grunted as Chieri snickered beside her.
"Yeah, whether you are Michael or Dive it makes no difference to us. You're the strongest one out of the three of us and can do whatever the hell you want." Chieri snickered louder at Imoya quietly growling "Strongest for now" to herself.
So, explaining my capture to Imoya and Chieri had gone super well. I dined them, then unloaded how I utterly bounded them to me without holding back and they didn't seem to care. It didn't strike me as odd considering how fucked up their alien society was and due to the fact that my Shroud did the rest of the work to smoothen things out. Now instead of being the Intergalactic Conquerors that enslaved and destroyed races to Freeza's bidding, they were not enslaved to me. A full circle type of deal that they honestly hold no qualms about.
It did bolster my respect for them that they wouldn't be so hypocritically angry about this, but they were bound to my will so I can't verify where their true feelings on it start or end. Either way, they were complicit and excited to eat more of my cooking and test out the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
"But what about your planet blowing up? Aren't you sad?" Paimon chimed in from her side of the table that was littered with colossal mountains of emptied plates. Her new half saiyan biology had made her appetite unbelievably insatiable.
Imoya and Chieri exchanged one look before shooting the small angel a blank look. "Should we?" Their combined answer caused Paimon to wince at their indifference while Aether blinked in disbelief and Irene stifled some laughter at their bluntness.
"I mean, I'm pissed that Freeza was the one to finally waste us but beyond that I can't say I cared that much." Imoya scratched her head.
"The only thing that has me mad is that all of my stuff blew up along with all the suckers back home." Chieri shrugged.
"Your not even sad that any of your family or friends died?" Aether's fists clenched.
Imoya grinned proudly. "My parents died in battle against some Cerealians, so no loss there. They at least got to go out like warriors."
Chieri nostalgically smiled. "I used to have a twin sister, but I had to kill her after she tried to kill me for the last of the food we had when we were kids. It was the first ever fight I had won in my life and a memory I'll cherish forever." Aether looked horrified. Yeah, maybe talking about twin siblings killing each other wasn't the topic our resident Traveler needed to engage in.
"Yo-You killed your own-?" I swiftly ordered a clone to whisk her in his arms and carry her off to the bedchambers. "W-Wait, Michael, what are you-MMmmchu~!" Sex will clear her head and allow me the chance to properly talk to her about our…Chaotic new family members. I could tell through this talk that she was heavily offput by Imoya and Chieri's orange and blue morality and it wouldn't do to have some tension amongst my wives.
"Good call there, dear." Irene commended me. She then turned to regard the two saiyans with some mirth in her voice. "But back to you two, are you sure that you don't share any lingering regrets from your sudden acquisition from your homeworld? Now it doesn't have to be any sentimentality for your planet but it can take the form of any unfinished business that you want addressed."
"Perhaps like killing Freeza?" I added. "If that's your goal then I'll gladly help you get prepared to do him in." That is after I get through a few worlds in my career as a Contractor. I'm not in too much of a rush to go back to that designated DBZ Universe with basically the Time Patrol and whatever Miscellaneous Xenoverse content there that could obliterate me. If I was going back, then
I needed to at least put myself around Beerus' level of strength as a minimum to feel safe.
"Really!?" Chieri rudely slammed her hands against the table and spilled most of the food and silverware on the floor. Paimon, in a bid to save her meal dived to floor to finish her fallen morsels off in a ravenous frenzy.
"You're not bullshitting us right because you might be strong, but Freeza is just…Freeza." Seeing someone as hardened and rough like Imoya shudder was surreal but showed just how ingrained their race's fear of Freeza was.
"Oh trust me." I chuckled and with a massive flare of my Ki, I projected 5x my full might with Kaioken that had the three Saiyans in the room shook while Irene took a long sip of her tea. "By the time I'm done here Freeza won't even be a blip on our radar…" Unless he tries to be a bitch, rage quit, and blow up the planet…
But I'm sure I can handle it, I'm not like Goku who'd just wait for his opponent to get stronger.
My display soon did the trick of giving the two saiyan women proper motivation. They were clamoring all over me when I mentioned the prospect of potentially achieving the Super Saiyan form and teaching them my techniques of the Kaioken and Spirit Bomb. Already they were antsy and their lustful groping and tugging would have set off any horny male's signals that something lewd was soon to be afoot, but just to reiterate that they were full-blooded saiyans.
What humans consider fun is vastly different than their own definition for the term.
So, I conjured up two clones that roughly dragged them out of the temple by their hair and had them preoccupied with a glorious one-sided fight in the Chamber's harsh conditions.
"Now…I want to hear how you feel, Nion." I turned to the sole saiyan in the dining room who's yet to speak through my explanation. Her appetite was quite modest for a saiyan as she dabbed her lips with a napkin and placed them beside a single long stack of dishes that almost reached the ceiling.
"Whatever objective you have for me to accomplish, I'll gladly follow it." She stoically nodded.
"Well, yeah, but how do you feel about your current arrangements?" I asked with added context.
"I would be hard pressed to lie about the splendid sustenance that you crafted. It's leagues above what was served to us in the capitol, but beyond that I have no other feelings good or bad above my current situation. You saved my from the annihilation of my planet and though I am saddened with the passing of some colleagues, the through line that you preserved my life won't be dismissed. You only need to give me the order and I'd happily lend you all my skills." She spoke so robotically that I couldn't get much of a good read on her, but her words alone did express gratitude, so I'll take it.
"Well…thanks, and if you need any help don't be shy to ask, okay? You're my family now so I'll do anything to ensure that your happy." I smiled.
"I'm alive and I very much enjoy that so don't try too hard." She closed her eyes and began to leave the dining room. "Now if you'll excuse me, that…blutz-wave machine that you mentioned earlier has caught my eye and I really want to observe it before preparing the Healing Tank that you absconded with from Planet Vegeta's forces."
"Oh, you don't want to train like the others?" I called out.
"My expertise has never lied in combat. If you require at least a minimal battle power that I should maintain then I will not dissuade your command." Nion stopped to bow at me.
"No, no, I was just curious was all and even so, if you don't want to put all your eggs in a basket with combat then I'll gladly support your endeavors in more intellectual matters. Once you are settled in we'll talk shop about adding to your skillset."
"Thank you, sir."
"You don't have to call me sir, just Michael is fine." I groaned.
"Thank you then…Just Michael." Ugh, okay, I can already see that this was going to be a thing. I waved her off to do her own thing while pointedly not looking Irene's direction. "You can laugh if you want, I'm not going to snap at you…"
"I'm laughing on the inside dear."
"Ha-ha…"
So forth, we continued on with our training for the next 80 days and during that period, we were able to adjust quite nicely to the recent additions to the family. It took longer to mesh Imoya and Chieri into the Retinue's dynamic, Imoya especially. For Saiyans there needed to be a hierarchy and with me at the top, the two saiyans were quick to pick fights with EVERYONE.
Paimon was officially at the bottom of the totem pole and after I visciously beaten them to an inch of their life, restricted their usage of the Healing pods that Nion set up, and refused them no food, I had beaten it into their heads that my Mascot Wife was off limits to the usual saiyan bullying their kind was known for. They took the lesson to heart and at least began to talk civilly with Paimon. My little angel mascot wife clung to me for about a week after that and tried to smother me with affection for standing up for her like that.
But with Paimon no longer as a viable target for them that left Imoya and Chieri to go after Aether and Irene. Nion wasn't a factor due to her weaker PL and her disinterest in combat, leaving the two women to act as though she didn't exist most of the time. As for Aether, well, things were messy, she found the two aliens odd enough and was even antagonized countless times to give them a proper battle.
Aether indulged the 75th challenge dropped on her lap for the first time and had disarmed Imoya of her entire arm and ran Chieri through with her sword (not Dragon Sword Reid) thanks to her newly acquired Blessings to cleave through Ki. Aether was horrified and blustered apology after apology after they recovered in the Healing pod and instead of scorn, the two saiyans became enamored with her. Their respect for Aether went through the roof and began to consider her a sister-in-arms, much to Aether's disturbed surprise.
My blonde wife was still off put by the aliens, but at least she wasn't giving them the cold shoulder anymore.
And lastly, my Dommy Dragon Mommy, Irene. They noticed how higher up she was in comparison to Aether, Paimon, and the other girls in the Time Chamber when it came to how close she was to me. They gladly saw the challenge in ganging up on her and usurp her position as the alleged "Top Wife". Then Irene enchanted their bodies to not channel their Ki, and thus they were utterly defenseless and were quick to be subdued by my Crimson-tresses wife.
Then one thing led to another, Irene asked for my help in disciplining the unruly saiyans, and for three days straight Irene and I had ourselves a good time with the saiyans. It didn't surprise me that Irene can go full Futa considering just how broken her magic was, but I was nonetheless surprised that she even did it in the first place to help me spitroast Chieri's cheeky mouth shut.
Imoya was just as defenseless to our onslaught as she had to take an entire legion of my clones raw dogging all of her holes with abandon. At the end of it all, Irene was blowing my throbbing cock coated in the pussy juices of her and the two saiyans while said two saiyans dazedly spitshined her magicock.
After that neither Imoya or Chieri dared to question Irene's place as my top wife. They had even started to comply to her as much as me, but out of fear instead of genuine saiyan love (i.e. overly violent affection). With the drama out of the way, I spent two weeks beating them up, healing them, then beating them up again in a vicious cycle of non-stop near-death violence and they loved it.
Well, they didn't love the losing to me part, but they sure loved the incredible high of getting an exponential boost in their battle power after each resulting Zenkai Boost. Plus, the fact that Great Ape training was now on the table. There wasn't any doubt that Nion would get the Blutz Wave Projector that was built into the chamber to work, but with her busy with assisting Irene with their Ruin Guard project and acclimating to the new [Template Stacking I: Bulma Briefs] perk I granted to her, I figured that she would be hard pressed.
But nope, I was finally able to work on controlling my Great Ape form with next to no berserking on my part. My Company Defenses struck yet again, and I felt no exponential change in my base strength after collecting myself in the larger form. Yeah, I did get a 10x boost from it, but the larger frame and size made it inconvenient. So, until I unlocked and mastered Super Saiyan 1 & 2, I just won't even use it until I'm ready to head straight into Super Saiyan 4.
Imoya and Chieri were a different case and required all clones on deck to subdue their rabid nature when transformed. It took the majority of the 80 days to get them under control, but we managed to at least get them stable enough to function despite talking being a bit hard for them at this stage. By then, I felt comfortable enough in their progress to leave my clones to train them as I departed for the deeper spaces of the Room of Spirit and Time for the following 30 days to truly push myself.
I was to not return until these thirty days were up to push me to achieve Super Saiyan. My Stress Defense II perk was already hampering the process since I could handle the mental strain of training in the chamber's harsh conditions. But I couldn't just get rid of it either because I needed it to ensure my sanity when surrounded by nothing but my clones and the unending white void.
Instead of teleporting back and forth to temple with Irene's help, I just kept advancing in the void and brutally abusing my body to it's sheer limits. I kept ramping up the Kaioken until my body was torn up and blown apart from the sheer magnitude of daring to go 100x my base strength. I kept imposing handicaps that forced me to a disadvantage against my clones who just took any chance to tear me down and obliterate my body to smithereens.
Heck, I had even willed my body to refuse regenerating my limbs so I could teach myself to fight back without them. Martial Talent wasn't doing jack since I needed someone else to help me improve my combat prowess.
At the rate I was going, I was going to plateau and that was unacceptable. I just needed the right push but all of the precautions I had taken to ensure that I could stay alive in these conditions and benefits were beginning to show themselves as horrid drawbacks.
My Immortality from the Sun Wukong Template prevents my death, but that kills any form of tension that I'd die from the equation.
I can heal from any damage that I can inflict upon myself but that also removed any desperation to push my limits.
These were all physical limitations that made the transformation next to impossible to achieve.
Physical but they weren't the main focus when kickstarting the Super Saiyan transformation.
And it wasn't like I could just concentrate on charging up my energy in my back and feel a tingly sensation to kick start it either. I was going to need to concentrate on a genuine need to push me over the ed-!
"Aaa-AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" A violent roar ripped itself out from my throat as the entire white void around me was filled with a stark and all-encompassing golden light. Power pulsed out of every cell in my body as muscles expanded out just to compensate for the new rush of overwhelming energy within me.
I blinked and despondently looked at my hand just surging in golden aura. "I'm a Super Saiyan?" In what should have been a moment of jubilation and gratification for all of my hard work, I could only feel nothing…but utter disappointment. "Are you fucking serious?" I blinked and tightly clenched my fist. "The back-tingles thing. Fucking Super was right!?"
I hated Dragon Ball Super with a passion for its inconsistency and lack luster cash grabbing nature to sell toys and trick fans into thinking something substantial is happening with fanservice at the forefront to hide the fact that the story is shit. I had just wanted to prove a point and show how utter bullshit the back tingles thing was, and-holy shit!
In horror, I covered my mouth, "That means that S-clells are a thing too…" Dear god, the midichlorians of the Dragon Ball Universe were real. All of the mystery behind the transformation was now officially dead…
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I deeply sighed and shook my head. "Well, I might as well get used to this…" Plus, I wasn't stricken with the overwhelming rage that the form naturally came with, so Stress Defense went back to becoming a huge boon once more. My anger was my own, and I just…I just wanted to clear my mind off of how fucking stupid easy it was to get the form.
"I wonder if I can stack Kaioken with this and not die."
Spoiler: I could but the pain was so severe that I couldn't go above Kaioken 5x by the time I was finished.
Goku managed to pull it off in Otherworld because he was dead with little to no repercussions of an instant death. I could pull it off because of my Immortality, but it took me days of blacking out and dying from the utter exhaustion to reach 5x the power of Super Saiyan's boosted strength. So that is why I discarded anymore of that training just to get myself used to my new form.
Hordes of my newer clones that can now transform went back to ganging up on me, and I made adjustments each time I held back too much or used too much and accidentally blew one of them up. A true test of trial and error. The idea I wanted to get across was that I acclimate to the form as if it were my base. So, my remaining days alone were spent in achieving Super Saiyan Grade 4. Grades 2 was easy to achieve too while Grade 3 was a path that I chose to ignore due to the unneeded bulk and shitty speed.
By the end of my 30 days in the emptiness of the Chamber's void, I was already walking and talking in my Super Saiyan form as if I were in my base form. With three taps to the sigil on the back of my hand, I was teleported back to temple and immediately dogpiled by my wives save for Irene and Nion who patiently watched from the sideline.
"I'm so glad you're okay! Are you well? Do you need something to eat? I know that you don't need to but getting some food in you will help with any lingering exhaustion." Aether worriedly doted on me.
"Ooooh~! Your hair is so beautiful! Hey, does that mean Paimon can do the same if she trained hard enough? Plan Super Paimon is now a go!" Paimon floated above and played with my doubly spiked gold hair.
"S-So this is the legendary Super Saiyan power of legend…? Its incredible…" Imoya gasped in awe.
"It…the sheer power is intense… Could it even rival Freeza's strength?" Chieri joined Imoya in feeling up my muscles and sensing my Ki just to verify that yes, I indeed did exist. The sounds of a machine calculating and loudly beeping reached my ears as I found Nion scanning me with some decked-out version of a handheld Scouter.
"Rivalling Lord Freeza would be an understatement with this Battle Power. Compared to the last recording of Lord Freeza's power level of 530,000, our dear…husband?" Nion awkwardly spoke the foreign word before shaking her head to concentrate. "He now possesses strength 300 times that of whatever Lord Freeza holds."
"Not to include the fact that I haven't clocked my base form yet. Also is that Scouter able to fully read me without blowing up?" I asked.
Nion nodded. "Yes, I had to make newer models after Paimon got too excited trying to read Imoya and Chieri's power levels when training with the Kaioken. She went through half of our stock before I had to ban her." I shot my mascot wife a dirty look for wasting resources. Paimon whistled a jaunty tune without looking me in the eye.
"Well, if you can read my power level, then how much power am I currently giving off right now?"
"450,000,000." The room went so silent that you'd be able to hear a pin drop.
I grinned in satisfaction. "Good then that means my base form is now above Freeza's fourth and Final form in power." Meaning I can now go back to body Freeza should I choose to return to that world.
"Freeza has a FINAL FORM!?" Imoya gaped.
I blinked. "Huh, did I forget to mention that?"
"You did." Irene giggled.
"Huh, well, yeah, but I wouldn't worry you two. You'll eventually get to my level of strength and treat Freeza as an inconvenience by the end of this once." Both my Saiyan wives jittered with excitement. "I'll tell you the…underwhelming secret to achieve the form, but first I'mma need your expertise Nion."
"Yes, sir?" My kuudere Saiyan scientist came to my side.
"Again, just call me…ugh whatever… I just need to discuss with you about verifying a biological…marker that determines your credentials to become a Super Saiyan called…" It physically hurt me to say these words. "S-cells?"
Nion rubbed her chin and for once I saw pure excitement that wouldn't look so far from any ordinary saiyan's zeal for combat. "Yes, that does sound interesting, but until we can identify and confirm such a thing exists it will have to remain a hypothesis."
"I'm fine with that." Really, I'd rather be proven wrong but since Super wanted to fuck up my good vibes by being an actual factual thing then I might as well see it through.
My time back with my wives was spend with relaxation, sex, training up Imoya and Chieri, sex, eating, sex, planning our confrontation with La Signora, sex, and even more sex. My plans to achieve Super Saiyan 2 would mean going back to the grind and I honestly wanted to dive into the Chamber for the vast majority of our time spent here, but business had to come first.
"Are you ready, darling?" Irene spoke from beside the frozen and imprisoned Anemo Archon floating in our bedchambers.
"I've been ready for months." I cracked my knuckles.
"Then have at him." With but a snap of her fingers, Irene released our trappy bard from his confines and unceremoniously dumped him into my arms. I had to restrain the urge to heave from the heavy scent of vomit and alcohol that permeated Venti's form.
"Erm…w-where am I?" The cute femboy in my arms groaned as I gently laid him in bed, slowly divesting him of his clothes. "Ugh…don't tell me that I've fallen under the clutches of some no good vandal while intoxicated by Diluc's aromatic wares once more…"
"I wouldn't call myself a vandal, but yes, you did get captured, Mr. Anemo Archon of Mondstadt." I gruffly coughed, tossing his feathered hat across the room. My voice jolted the Archon in human skin awake as he tried to jump out of bed, but I pressed a single finger against his chest and pushed him back down.
A god he may be, but my raw strength far exceeded his.
"Ah, such folly~! To have been whisked away and ensconced by the vaunted new hero of Mondstadt. Truly a twist for any who believed that their brave valiant hero wasn't a lustful beast that preyed upon the weak and hapless! Such a tale would break the hearts of the citizenry and shake their faith should they catch wind of-!"
"If you knock it off with the prose and honestly answer my questions, I'll provide you with a lifetime supply of Dandelion Wine and all forms of alcohol that I can attain from my travels." I offered and immediately the Anemo Archon's gaily visage turned rigid and serious. Well about as serious as a half-naked femboy could be in my bed.
"Speak and I will gladly deliver, Handsome stranger."
Coughing, I began with the most obvious question. "So, how long did it take you to realize that you were bound to me?"
"The moment I felt the corruption that spilled over to me from Dvalin disappear. It would have taken me days to expunge it from myself, but it went away after five minutes. Odd that it occurred after getting bit by a mosquito and even odder that the same mosquito bit that outrider friend of yours just after you ran into me." Ah, so he's been observing us.
Which would explain why he was quick to grant me that blessing to stop Dvalin's rampage. This guy was all about freedom and despite the benefits of said freedom coming with the drawbacks that it gave the city's citizens, he would rather avoid intervening and showing to the world his godhood. I can respect him not wanting to lead his city and allow them to choose their own form of leadership, but I also can't respect how it was also an excuse for him to goof off.
Still…
"If you were watching us then how come you kept running from me when I tried to find you?" I asked.
Venti shrugged. "First of all, I was still sort of grasping the thought that I was bound to some stranger and had to work things out that I'm not some slave." He blinked then turned to me. "Am I?"
"Pretty much." I huffed.
"Well darn…even with that truth I still can't find it within myself to feel disgusted with your or myself. In fact, just admitting it has me a little…" A small blush crept onto Venti's mien as "little Venti" was beginning to strain against his small clothes. Shaking himself off, he continued, "Anywho, after a while I just decided to try and distract myself by confronting Dvalin in his lair but doing so on my lonesome proved troublesome."
"Why? Can't you just lower the barrier and take him down on your own?" I asked.
"I could, but that would draw too much attention on me." Venti sighed. "Battling an entire battalion of Hilichurls, Abyss Order mages, Ruin Guards, and Dvalin would no doubt cause an uproar in Mondstadt and leak my identity out."
"And of course it comes back to that whole Freedom thing again…" I groaned.
Venti narrowed his eyes. "This nation's people have prospered without my direct guidance, and I am proud of that. I'm not blind to the ramifications that my presence would have on the population and the current people in power. Freedom is the ability to choose and my choice was to abstain from leading them just to ensure that they can have the choice to think for themselves without my judgement guiding their ever choice."
"Yeah, but a firm hand could have really put an end to some of the issues that plague Mondstadt to this day." I groaned. Eula and the discrimination that she's been made to face being one of them.
"Like?" Venti inquired, but I abstained from bringing up La Signora, the other scorned former resident of Mondstadt that suffered from Venti's unintentional absence during the Void War.
"That's for later." I waved him off. "But I was confused about why you didn't just come to me after you realized that your plan was a bummer."
"Oh, that's because I was still nettled by you binding me, so I just chose to mess with you." The cheeky little shit grinned. Huh, now I'm going to fuck him twice as hard.
"Good to know." I gritted my teeth. "But how come you didn't recently check in on Andrius?"
Venti frowned in concern. "Wait something happened to Andrius?"
"Yeah, he was this close to being mind-controlled by the Abyss Order for weeks until I stepped in to stop him." I nodded.
"…I don't…I didn't…" Venti looked so lost and distraught with the news. "And here I was drinking away my woes while he's been suffering…"
"Well don't worry about it now, he's fine along with the false accusations that would have pit Mondstadt against him as the Abyss Order did in sullying Dvalin's good name." I assuaged his worries.
Gulping, Venti nodded in thanks before finally turning to regard me with a genuine look. "Mr. Handsome Strang-no, Michael, I would very much like to hear the rest of what happened with Andrius and what you've learned. Could you-?"
"Gladly." I didn't waste time and got to the meat and potatoes of it. The Abyss Order's plans to destroy Mondstadt with two of the Four winds and their plan to use Andrius to stall for time in furthering the corruption of Dvalin. Venti was not happy with the news and even more so when he had a request for me.
"You want me to bind Dvalin?" I repeated his words.
"Yes." It looked like it pained him to say it but his determination did not waver. "If they intend to truly poison his soul to their whims, then your binding should do just the trick. It made little work of what little corruption that spread over to me so it should hold no issue doing the same for Dvalin, yes?"
"Yeah but you're essentially telling me to bind your old friend to me. Doesn't that go against your ideals of freedom?" I asked in confusion.
"It does." I flinched back with how grave the bard sounded. Just in that instance, I realized that I was speaking with a centuries old deity. "However, I can't abide by such an ideal if I can't even save my friend because of it."
"Yet you won't reveal yourself to your people and save him yourself because…?" Venti gave me a sad smile.
"I've learned over these passing ages that it would be best to control what you can and acknowledge what you can't control."
"I see…" I groaned. "Then if it comes to it, I'll capture the big guy."
"It doesn't make me happy to hear that…" Venti sadly sighed.
"Sorry." I'm sorry that I had to say it to you but not that I'm going to do it. More credits was a boon and I'd be a fool not to do this with his explicit permission.
"Don't be. Just do what needs to be done after…huh, where are we?" He concentrated then began to look utterly terrified. "I can't sense any winds blowing here. Are we in another dimension?"
Ah, right, I should probably get you up to speed about EVERYTHING." I mean, I could, but…he was already prepared for me in bed, and I did have an erection…
"But that comes later, first, I'm going to punish your ass for making the past month I spent searching for you a major inconvenience." I flew over the bed, grabbed the gobsmacked bard by the hair and slammed him into the stalk of my throbbing erection. "Starting with you getting me ready for the real fun."
"Buwha-Huuuarck!" It was music to my ears to hear the wet, choking sounds of the Anemo Archon trap gag on my dick and with such ease practice too.
"Well, well, looks like someone's had some practice." Irene giggled and happily watched my work on the femboy in a nearby seat. Her hands slithering to rub the cleft of her delta in her thong.
"I'd be surprised myself if I didn't personally know the meta knowledge on this cheeky little shit." I grunted in time with my thrusts down the bard's throat. It began to get easier to slid my way down to the base of my dick with each rabid push. The shock that had overtaken the femboy began to ebb away to smug pleasure as they lewdly narrowed their eyes to look into mine and fasten their arms around the back of my knees.
Now I had to compete with the enthused bobbing of my sex partner's head as he willingly deepthroated the entirety of my impressive dick without rest or any loss of ardor. The heavy smacks of my balls slapping against their chin were music to the ears and damn great feeling especially once his skilled fingers began to massage my testes with overwhelming care.
Feeling my balls tense up with all the churning seed that it's been brewing, I allowed a feral growl to dig its way up from my throat as I threw the full weight of my hips against the vaunted Anemo Archon's face. My load was substantial. A minute into my orgasm had my new cock cozy forced to swallow my seed until it began overstuffing his throat and spill out against his dainty form. His lips still coaxed me to release my pent-up aggression while his tongue urged my urethra to spew more out.
The effeminate Archon's throat was now basically a fleshlight for me to vent my pent-up frustrations on, and I gladly enjoyed the following next 15 minutes of ramming myself down their throat and stuffing their gut with my baby batter.
I pulled free from the wet, moist confines of the femboy's dick pleasing lips to pull his head back and admire his red-faced shuddering mien. "That was a good warm up-."
"-But you do know that-"
"-This is only the beginning, right?"
Two of my clones appeared and aimed their rock-hard erections in Venti's direction. The Archon was going to experience every little thing I had vowed to inflict upon him for being a pain in my ass. Faced with me and my horny clones, the little bastard had the audacity to smile and say, "Pfrph!" He coughed up some of my cum. "Figures that this is the path that you brutes tread, but I honestly doubt that you can be my better in bed."
I narrowed my eyes at him and grinned. "Let's see how long that silver tongue of yours lasts you." We besotted the cheeky Archon on all sides and truly pushed every hole to accommodate our invading pricks.
Five Hours later, and I was very pleased to learn that Venti could change his form.
He went from an adorable femboy to a gorgeous and busty woman after getting fed up with nothing by his hole and ass throat getting filled by me and my clones. Such a fresh new pussy was mine for the taking as I left two of my clones to heavily indulge in the soaked orifices of the Anemo Archon's mouth and booty.
"Fuck!" I growled from beneath the hoarsely moaning Archon slut's bust. "She's starting to tighten up again…!"
"She's really doubling down on her suction up here too." My clone's hips furiously slammed into the Archon's semen-stained lips and face.
"Shit! Fuck! Goddamn…ugh!" Looks like Venti's ass was truly gripping my other clone's dick to death. He was on the verge of cumming. So not to leave one of myself out, we all instinctually allowed ourselves to plug each hole with another heavy dose of our cum. My cock's tip stubbornly jabbed and forced its way to her cervix to be hit with the full brunt of my seed.
Releasing the femboy transformed female bombshell, we left them unceremoniously strewn across the bed. Well, one of me did…
"After getting stuck with that black hole of an ass you got, you better get to cleaning me off!" My clone that was stuck on ass duty positioned the Archon bitch's head upside down on the bed's edge just to soak and wet their dick in their pliant throat. "After you're done, I'm going to actually enjoy that tight cunt of yours, got it?"
"Huarck! Spppppphlrotch~!" Venti's strangled cries of ecstasy rang out through the bedchambers as I sat back beside Irene who has long since jilled herself to a blissful post-orgasmic trance. Watching myself absolutely wreck the complicit god in my bed was quite a show for us to behold.
"I suppose with the Wind Archon now suitably bound to us; we can now begin talks for how to handle our little Harbinger." Irene said as she cuddled up to my side. Shrouding Venti was child's play during intercourse and now they were apart of my Shroud network.
"She will serve as our mole in Snezhnaya, but the extent of the plan is still beyond me." The Shroud binding ensured complete loyalty so there was no question that this plan wouldn't be sound.
Irene's hand comfortingly lay on my knee. "Do not worry yourself with the details, beloved. We'll work something out eventually. After all, we do have an entire year to do so, yes?"
Lowering my shoulders and sighing, I laid my head atop hers. "True…"
And so, our time together truly did begin to fly by in the blink of an eye…
"Eh!? Are we sure that we want this tone-deaf bard in our group, Michael. Paimon doesn't think a drunk like them can contribute anything at all around here." Paimon hissed.
"Not like you contribute much beyond eating and whining anyway." Imoya grunted.
"Paimon heard that!"
"So, what you wanna start something, shorty?"
"Paimon has decided that she heard nothing!"
"Come now, let's not fight and actually be glad that we have a literal Archon in our family now!" Aether peppily welcomed our new addition. "With your help, we can definitely stop Dvalin's rampage!"
"Heh, well, its good to know that at least some of you have proper manners." Venti proudly puffed their chest out.
"Paimon heard that."
"Paimon heard that." Venti mockingly repeated. "That's you, that's what you sound like."
"Wha-no! Paimon doesn't sound like that, right, Michael?"
"Of course not, you sound way cuter when your voice is screeching louder than that." I nodded.
"It sure does." Irene giggled in agreement.
"Yup yup!" Chieri nodded in agreement.
"No comment." Nion quietly began maintenance on the healing pod.
"I don't really give a shit." Imoya shook her head and darted back to the chamber's void to resume training.
"HEY!" Paimon screeched. "You're supposed to be on my side guys."
""""We are!"""" Paimon croaked and wailed at our unanimous response.
Venti laughed. "Okay, I was skeptical at first, but you guys are a riot."
Whistling a jaunty tune, I came strutting in the temple to drop off two bloody and broken bags of flesh that were in desperate need of healing. Nion had already prepared the healing pods for her two saiyan brethren.
"How severe was it today?" She asked.
"Nothing much, Imoya tried to go all "Dakka Dakka" on me today while Chieri came super close in actually decapitating me." I nodded with some pride. "They aren't anywhere close to being near the level to achieve Super Saiyan, but they clearly are above the rest of the common saiyans."
"That is all good, husband, but I was referring to their injuries than your possible ones." Nion blandly elaborated.
"Oh…" I sheepishly laughed.
"…" Nion stared at me.
"…N-Nothing so severe this time, but hey, at least they have their limbs attached this time."
Nion let out a soul draining sigh. "Yes, this time indeed…"
"No."
"Aw, but why not~!?" Paimon wailed.
"I'm not going to call my next form Super Duper Saiyan. Super Saiyan 2 is fine by itself." I groaned.
"But Paimon's name is flawless though!"
"Okay, then if you manage to reach the form before I do then you can have the right to name it."
"Okay I will! Prepare to patent the name under Paimon's name then, Michael!"
After a day of trying and failing to train, Paimon gave up on fighting for the name and continued to cry to Michael about it for three days straight.
"Wow that is cursed…" Chieri couldn't rip her eyes away from my towering form.
"I always wanted to sate my curiosity by asking you to do this Michael, but this just proved that some things are best left to the imagination." Aether winced.
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad guys." I slumped down as the towering form of my Great Ape transformation and my Bipedal Dragon Form overshadowed my wives and the temple.
"Half your body is fur and the other half if scales. The wings make it look badass but beyond that you look like shit!" Imoya called out from behind Aether and Chieri.
"Thanks for your input, Imoya. It was not welcome."
"Eat a dick!" She screamed.
"H-Hey, so can I get some more of that wine you made last night?" Venti approached me in the middle of training, scratching their neck and jittering in place.
"Sure but wait until dinner."
"NO! Ahem, I mean, what if you just slip me some right now just to last me until then?"
I crossed my arms. "Venti, you can wait."
"Aw come on~! I'll suck your dick."
I raised an eyebrow, "You already do that though."
"Well, I can do it better than any other time we've done it before! Just give me more of that delicious nectar!" In distraught, Venti wailed and fell to their knees. Welp looks like Faerie Feast has made yet another addict amongst the ranks of my retinue.
Deeply sighing, I yelled out to the temple, "AETHER!?"
"YEAH!" My blonde wife shouted back.
"GATHER EVERYONE AROUND IN THE KITCHEN, WE'RE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER INTERVENTION!" I screamed out and instead of Aether's reply, I received another's.
"NOOOOOOO! HOW DID YOU FIND OUT THAT PAIMON'S BEEN SNEAKING EXTRA PORTIONS OF HONEYED HAM FROM THE FRIDGE!"
Goddammit Paimon…
"OKAY, SO IT LOOKS LIKE WE'RE GOING TO BE HAVING TWO INTERVENTIONS TODAY!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Paimon wailed.
"So how long do you want to keep doing this until you tire out?"
"DIE!"
"Yeah, I pretty much figured."
Seven months in during our time in the Time Chamber, I decided to have Irene release our last prisoner, La Signora of the Fatui. The Eighth member of the Eleven Harbingers was a massive boon to be had in my retinue and so I decided to try and be diplomatic for a change instead of going all in with the Crimson Witch of Flames. I did ask that Irene return her Delusion and Vision to her and remove the enchantment that prevented her from using them too. You know for reasons. Also, of course, I chose to do this in the gravity intensive field of the Gravity Champer away from the temple (walking the road of least resistance did not mean I'd have to be an idiot about it).
Ten seconds after La Signora fell out of her time-locked and icy prison, she took in her surroundings (more specifically Irene and I), then immediately started blasting Cryo magic at us. Of course, her accuracy was heavily hindered by the 10x gravity of the chamber. She did find a bit of a loophole once she dropped using her Cryo Delusion to then rely on her Pyro Vision to transform to her Crimson Witch form where she was nothing but pure Pyro energy.
It was a little funny to see that despite her body now being upright, the massive mantle of flames that made up her lower half was now smothered into the ground like an immolating puddle.
Irene's barriers around herself and the temple held well as the others watched me face our new guest in silence.
Unhindered by the extreme heat, I cupped my hands out and screamed. "Are you done yet?"
"I WILL INCINERATE YOU TO ASH AND LEAVE NOTHING OF THAT WRETCHED CRIMSON-HAIRED SOW!" Hurricanes of flames and large whips of Pyro energy lashed out across the void and at me. My body's defenses could handle the extreme heat and my cloak of aura around me shielded me from the flames, which still wouldn't cause me any harm. "AND I KNOW YOU ARE HERE BARBATOS YOU USELESS AND PATHETIC VERMIN! LEAVING OTHERS TO FIGHT YOUR BATTLES FOR YOU ONCE AGAIN!? SO TYPICAL!"
I was so glad that I locked Venti in the storage closet with five bottles of Dandelion Wine otherwise this would get even messier.
"You know if you don't calm down then I'm going to have to Kamehameha you." I shrugged.
"DIE!"
"Right, I guess we've now devolved to one word." I nodded.
And so, I managed to execute my weakest Kamehameha ever. It still left the Fatui Harbinger bloodied and mangled up in a few areas. Looks like my Ki had a funny reaction with the Pyro magic that she so loved to employ as an elemental armor to avoid damage. Good to know.
"So…" I stood over La Signora's fallen, panting form. "You ready to talk yet?"
Using what little was left of her energy while struggling to stay upright in the intense energy, she spat at my shoes in defiance.
I groaned. "Hard way it is." Plucking out a handful of hairs, I conjured a total of 20 clones, who horny and at the ready. "Give her the Celestine treatment. Only provide Vanilla once she's willing to cooperate. If she still keeps violently resisting then go wild until she's completely desperate to stop."
You see, I didn't need to give out vocal commands. My clones were still apart from me, so they already knew what I needed done. No, this was all to instill as much dread as possible in La Signora. Mentally, I was dumping all of my body's most perverse and lustful instincts onto these 20 clones so she'll be dealing with me at my most horniest at 20x power, all at once, while in Super Saiyan.
"W-Wait…!" La Signora quietly gasped in terror at the drooling grins and intense burning green eyes of lust that ate her voluptuous body up with their lustful gazes.
I shrugged. "You brought this on yourself, Rosalyne." She tensed at the mention of her true name. Probably didn't expect someone who wasn't from the Harbingers or her very own Cryo Archon to not be aware of her true identity. "I may have been willing to give you the chance for parley, but I'm not desperate for your consent."
With a snap of my fingers, my clones effortlessly dragged her struggling form to Irene to enchant upon her body the inability to make use of her Vision and Delusion before she was shuffled away to the bed chambers toward her sexual doom.
Striding up to me in obvious approval, Irene questioned, "Why didn't you simply just capture her with the Shroud and be done with it?"
"Because." I shrugged.
"Because?" She inquired with a knowing smirk.
"She annoyed me." My simple answer got a good laugh out of Irene while Aether and the others were mostly confused with the lack of depth in those three words. They probably thought it was swallow, but I truly meant them. La Signora is not a good person. In the game, she was that constant threat that kept getting away with shit until the Worf Effect hit her in the form of the Raiden Shogun. Yeah, she had a shitty backstory with her lover dying and her becoming a tragic fire monster, but all of the atrocities she committed in the name of Snezhnaya afterward does not excuse any of it.
So out of respect for who she was, I gave her a chance to talk this out civilly despite Irene kicking the crap out of her earlier. She didn't take it then welp, she was going to get gangbanged by my clones until she begged for forgiveness. Sorry, I won't feel any pity for smug and arrogant ass enforcers to an evil empire.
She should be glad that she's not as trashy as Cinder Fall. If she were Cinder, then I would personally make that bitch squeal and holler for forgiveness. The rubes at Rooster Teeth had one job to set her up as more than some one-note villain yet they still botched it up…three times when the chance presented itself. If I had to enter the RWBY world, Cinder then Raven and finally Salem would be my only targets.
Perhaps Emerald and Mercury too because they sort of ticked me off in Volume 3, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Now who wants to play guess that animal until my clones are done with Signora?" I laughed and began to transform into an eagle.
"I do!" Paimon cheered.
"But wait what about Venti in the storage room?"
"Meh, I'm sure he'll be fine, Blondie." Chieri haplessly shrugged.
Later we found that Venti piss ass drunk in the storage room with bottles strewn everywhere while getting his pert ass destroyed by a clone of me disguised as a Mitachurl. The things that led to this confounded me so much that I didn't even question it.
[La Signora (T7) Captured – 120 credits]
Oh, and by the way, La Signora took a full 5 days of getting plugged with dick to finally submit and get fully captured by my Shroud.
So now I had 623 credits for me to mess around with.
I of course purchased Warranty Plan since my wives didn't share my immortality and because-
A huge explosion shook the ground as Imoya and Chieri tirelessly fired barrages of Ki blasts at Aether who simply stood in place as they mysteriously swerved away from hitting her.
"This. Is. Bullshit!" Imoya seethed.
"Yeah, Aeth! Your powers are a huge cheat code!" Chieri whined.
Aether sheepishly laughed and scratched her neck. "Sorry but its not like I can control the blessings I get. I mean, I've been dodging your energy blasts for so long that I must have developed a Ki Blast Avoidance Blessing while I wasn't paying attention."
Of that.
Living with two saiyans that loved to violently blow shit up made getting the Plan a requirement lest I start losing more of my wives who're outside right now.
With 463 credits left, I then purchased the Mind Defense II, Possession Defense II, Drain Defense II, and Destiny Defense I. I was surprised to know that I got a complete discount for Information Defense I thanks to having Irene, Venti, Kaeya, and Jean in my retinue for possessing the same tagged defense as well.
403 credits remained and I purchased We Will Meet Again after seeing the ludicrous amount of progress made on the Exit Stage Left App. We were now at 75% despite us only dealing with the Mondstadt portion. I guess the changes to the stations of canon did have some perks that I can be grateful for.
Next, I purchased Educational Talent because by our tenth month in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Imoya and Chieri had yet to achieve the Super Saiyan form. Their frustration only furthered once I really dug deep into my own personal training to achieve Super Saiyan 2. Yeah, after the disappointment of Super Saiyan 1, getting the next transformation was an enjoyable process.
I used draconic heritage element of Infinity to cheat the game and apply it to my Saiyan Biology to adapt to all of the extreme and intensive training I was putting on myself, kept breaking my body apart with Kaioken Super Saiyan and dying during the process, then kept getting in a Beam Clash with over 50 of my clones altogether at once until I reached the power to where I can overtake them.
The smell of ozone as sparks of electrified Ki was still something I had to get used to but the further boost in my strength made it seem so trivial.
Now here I was trying to teach my two Saiyan wives the ropes on how to reach Super Saiyan.
"This blows! How do you expect us to experience a need strong enough to unlock it?" Chieri whined and petulantly stomped her feet on the ground.
"Like I said it just takes time."
"Yeah, well, we've been stuck doing this for months, and I'm already sick of this mental image crap that you've got us doing." Imoya sneered.
I groaned. These two were difficult even with the Educational Perk helping me out. Nothing I managed to do could make them truly angry or provide enough need to push them over the limit. The Warranty Plan, the Healing Pods, and the magic that Irene provided basically killed all sense of tension for them. Plus, they were too rambunctious to sit still for meditation.
All this time I've going about teaching them the methods that I knew from the Original Dragon Ball series and none of them had worked which left me with…
"Ugh…" I groaned louder. "Okay, I know of a…way that could work…but just didn't want to test it."
"Oho~? Do tell big guy." Chieri snickered while Imoya grunted in disregard despite jutting her ear in my direction.
"So, you know the recent theory that Nion has been slowly proving with S-cells?"
""No."" Right, figures that these two meatheads wouldn't care.
"Well, the method that I employed to reach Super Saiyan was focusing on powering up and focusing on the energy in my back to-."
"Holy shit so that's how it goes?" Imoya gaped in amazement. "How come we didn't think of that!?"
"The answer was right in front of us all this time. No wonder I kept feeling a tingly sensation on my back lately!" Chieri facepalmed.
"I fucking hate it here, bro…" I piteously cried to myself as Dragon Ball Super took another W.
They didn't even give me the chance to reply or recuperate what was left of my broken spirit as they powered up and immediately covered the area in a glorious golden light that encompassed the temple and void in all. Now standing before me are two Super Saiyans and-.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
"NYAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Correction: Now charging right at me were two Super Saiyans caught up in the overwhelming rage of the initial transformation. Welp, at least I'll work off my stress/anger through kicking the crap out of them…
"Sure, I'll give you, my Gnosis." Pulling out the divine trinket necessary for the next step of our plan upon the completion of time in the Time Chamber, Venti dropped it in my hand without any fanfare.
"Oh, wow, thanks." I was a little surprised he was so quick to part with it much less be okay with La Signora getting it.
"I disagree with the loss of freedom, but with La Signora put on a leash I feel a lot safer with it in her hands than my own." Venti snidely chuckled, downing another bottle of wine. "At least she won't be unbearably smug about forcibly taking it from me." I did inform Venti of La Signora's true identity and though he does feel remorse for absence during the Void War, he still couldn't stand the Fire Witch and vice versa for her. The two interacted as little as possible and only cooperated when me or anyone else acted as a third part to mediate.
"Even if it goes into the hands of the Fatui?" I raised an eyebrow.
He waved his hand in a "so-so" fashion. "After hearing of their plot to assassinate Dvalin just to lure me out to get it, I'd rather just cut out the middleman. Besides, your binding technically restored me to my prime AND I still somehow retain the authority that my Gnosis granted me without it."
In a flicker of light, Venti the bard became Barbatos the Anemo Archon then returned to Venti in a matter of a single second. "Honestly having that bobble on me is as worse as your binding, handsome. Compared to Celestia, I'd much rather be tied to you than them."
"Sounds like there's a story behind that…" I leaned in.
"There is but I'm sure that you'd enjoy figuring it out on your own. Perhaps look into going to Liyue to check my fellow compatriot for answers." Venti lackadaisically leaned back in his chair to bring down another bottle of alcohol.
"I'll think about it." I shrugged. He wasn't wrong about the appeal of figuring out the mysteries of this world myself. Not like I was in a rush to get everything done too fast. However, I did intend to go to other worlds so perhaps I should leave a clone to fill in for me whenever I'm gallivanting across the multiverse.
Food for thought…
Getting La Signora to take the Gnosis and comply with my demands wasn't a challenge with her now fully being bound to me. She'd be my mole and I'd be her all power monkey-alien-dragon sugar daddy.
"Don't ever call yourself that especially when in relation to me." The beautiful blonde narrowed her eyes at me. She no longer sported the black lacy eyepatch that hid her deformity and could now freely see with those two set of blue eyes.
"I only promise to try…" I shrugged.
She then went on to rant about how this was her new lot in life before telling me more about Childe and what tactics they may employ.
"Knowing that battle crazed fool, she'd fulfill the terms of the challenge. Like a child, she spoke giddily about the prospect of facing the man who singlehandedly drove off one of the Four Winds. However, don't expect her not to plan something after the match." Signora grunted.
"Right, so I'd best do some reconnaissance to ensure that he doesn't pull a fast one and summon one more of you guys or unearth some cataclysmic being just to fuck with us." The events of Childe doing just that in Liyue came to mind.
"If you're hoping to get an apology out of me, then give up. I won't regret the actions that other me pulled to get that Geo gnosis." La Signora spoke tersely. After I purchased the Let Them Know perk, I helped ease along La Signora's induction amongst my retinue by showing her all the events of Genshin Impact leading to her untimely, yet fully deserved death at the hands of the Raiden Shogun.
At first, she was horrified, then she became contemplative, and finally fully resigned to her fate of being a part of my family. Sure, her loyalty to Snezhnaya remained despite the binding, but the prospect of having an ally that can grant you immortality, power, and glorious sex did earn me most of her favor. The fact that she had to share this boon with Venti soured it a little, but she knew that she had no choice.
Seeing me go Super Saiyan to Super Saiyan 2 and feeling the power's crushing weight definitely humbled her.
"So, you'd basically do everything over again if you had the chance to?" I asked, curious.
"Of course." She sneered but with less of her old venomous tone. "I may have gained a new allegiance, but my old ones remain the same. My plans in that alternate Inazuma were flawless until the arrival of that blonde verm-." My smile grew and she flinched from the unspoken warning. "Until…Aether's arrival, I was closer to attaining my goal. But the fact that the damned Electro Archon didn't even have it while that blasted Doll already attained it from that filthy fox without informing me has made me…a touch bit livid."
Yeah, Il Dottore and Scaramouche leaving La Signora in the dark about that before fucking off to Sumeru did make her death that much more pointless in the long run, but what would you expect from this world's "Evil Empire"?
"If it makes you feel better, I can leave selling Il Dottore for later and let you have fun with him." I offered.
"Oho?" She sardonically smirked. "And what's this? A paltry offering to get me on your good side? What about the Doll?"
"I'm keeping him since he was dealt a shitty hand." Also, because he a femboy. "Il Dottore however can die in a fire for all I care." I needed the credits, yes, but keeping around a guy that scummy in his pursuit of knowledge was a definite no-no.
"Hm, well, if the opportunity does come, then I'll consider your offer. However, the loss of a Harbinger won't go unnoticed by the Tsaritsa and the other Harbingers." She warned.
"I know." Which is why the "mole" plan will just have to work for now.
Irene, Aether, and I eventually got to work on so many plans for the upcoming Childe challenge and surprises that she might bring, the "returning" of La Signora to the Fatui, and our inevitable clash with Stormterror. By the time we were all set for the events that awaited us outside, we used the remaining time in the Chamber to relax with everyone one last time before making our departure on the 532[sup]nd/sup] day in the chamber, the last day before emerging out of the Chamber.
"It's going to be weird returning back after this." Aether muttered as she helped Nion press buttons on all of the machinery that she worked on to turn them into compartmentalized capsules.
"Yeah! It's crazy for Paimon that only a whole five hours will have gone by!" Paimon spoke in wonder. "But you know now that we're leaving, Paimon's going to feel sad to leave this place."
"Oh really because from what Irene told me, you were so desperate to leave after looking at the void for a single minute." Venti snickered.
"IRENE WHY'D YOU TELL THE TONE-DEAF BARD THAT!?"
Irene shamelessly shrugged, "Because it was a cute indicator of your growth in this dimension, Paimon. Weaker men would have long since fled from here and yet you persisted…"
"B-B-But still! Now the tone-deaf bard won't ever let me live this down!"
"I won't~!" Venti sang only to make Paimon wail louder.
"Are you two sure that you wanna stay here for the remaining couple of years?" I called out to Imoya and Chieri who were suiting up to go train.
"Yeah, like hell I'm staying in some other demispace or whatever it's called just because you're afraid we'll kill the weaklings at this Mondstadt place by accident." Imoya clicked her tongue in annoyance.
Chieri giggled and waved me off. "Yuppers~! We'd rather just focus on growing stronger to catch up to you, Mikey!"
"Shows what you know, Chieri, I intend to kick the crap outta him once we're finished." Imoya glared at me.
"Well, whenever you two are done just remember that there is a door right there." The two saiyans didn't seem to enjoy the thought of staying cooped up in the Demiplane outside of the Chamber. They were still Super Saiyans who were barely breaching Grade 2 by this point and lacked all the natural bullshit advantages that I had.
The only one who wanted to come was Nion. "If this Stormterror's Lair possesses anymore of these Ruin Guards, then I would like nothing more than to gather them and add them to our Sentinel Project." Nion remained as stoic as ever, but I could tell from her wagging monkey tail that she was excited for the trip.
She and Irene had made astounding strides in not only fixing the Ruin Guard but also giving it a massive upgrade in functionality. I didn't bother to know the science, but they simplified their efforts to term what they've created as mere "Magitech", a combination of Irene's enchantment magic and Nion's alien science.
"If we're done may please just go already?" La Signora groaned, impatiently tapping her finger against her bicep.
"Well, beloved?" Irene gestured to the door. "Would you care to do the honors?"
I nodded. "Yeah…" Grasping the doorknob, I gave it one good pull before pushing the door open to reveal the vibrant mansion of my Demiplane and my enchanted servants, who have dutifully gathered in time to welcome us all back.
"""""Welcome back from your long trip abroad, Master."""""
I laughed and scratched the back of my head. "It's good to be back everyone."
Now let me just mentally reconnect with all of my clones who've been active on the outside and…
…Huh?
…Well, I certainly didn't expect that clone that went off to rendezvous with Lisa to get that late night gift of "appreciation" to somehow rope Jean AND Noelle into a foursome in the Knights of Favonius's Headquarters' Library.
But it's already been five hours out in the real world, so how come Barbara wasn't already capt-?
[Noelle (T4) Captured – 12 credits]
Ah, I guess that focusing solely on the clones in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber must have left the clones on the outside on autopilot for a little too long. Without my immediate thoughts, orders, and desires sent to them, they basically acted as I naturally would without a concrete directive to follow.
Good to know that I'm such a pervert that I'd forgo immediately doing my job when three beautiful babes fall on my lap.
AN: Welp, I'm done! I decided to do multiple time skips for the training in one chapter rather than the training encompassing multiple like in "BE HAPPY". I hoped that you all enjoyed the chapter and how "well" I handled the transformation to Super Saiyan for the SI and Imoya Chieri. I had this whole set-up for the SI to push himself by trying to match 50 Kaioken enhanced clones throwing a collective Kamehameha at him. Then I summoned my hatred for Dragon Ball Super and gave a comedic/disappointing payoff because Dragon Ball Super just loves to ruin my own personal satisfaction.
Now we're moving onto the actual challenge with Childe, more surprises, and the storming of Stormterror's Lair next chapter! I hope to see you all next time! I'm Out so Peace Out and have a lovely day!
[Power Levels at the End of Training]
Michael: 53,291,000
Michael (Super Saiyan): 2,664,550,000
Michael (Super Saiyan 2): 5,329,100,000
Irene: 500,000
Aether: 15,000
Paimon: 150
Imoya: 1,050,000
Imoya (Super Saiyan): 52,500,000
Chieri: 1,025,000
Chieri (Super Saiyan): 51,250,000
Nion: 9,317
Venti (Restored Prime): 750
Venti (Before Capture): 350
La Signora: 579
La Signora (Crimson Witch of Flames Mode): 682