Chapter 38
Dionysus was sweating, right down to the crack of his buttocks. The huge angel, towering over him and his valiant knights—not to mention the druids—outclassed them by more than a thousand levels. It looked down at Dionysus with a gaze as cold as the void.
"Strange... I can't see anything. You feel like a normal human, but at the same time…I can see you, but... what sorcery is this?" The angel's voice echoed with a divine, chilling resonance.
Then, with an indifferent shrug, the angel continued, "Anyway, there's no point in worrying about it, since you're going to die here. Give me the sword, and you won't suffer."
Dionysus tightened his grip on the sword, his heart pounding. His three knights and the druids, filled with courage and resolve, attacked the angel with a coordinated charge. However, with a mere backhanded swipe, the angel sent them flying, their bodies hurtling tens of meters away, crashing into trees and rocks.
Count Arnau, refusing to back down, let out a battle cry and charged at the angel, his sword raised high. "For the honor of Dionysus!" he bellowed.
Don Quixote screamed in a mix of fury and desperation, "You shall not harm our king!"
But the angel, with a cold, serene expression, barely acknowledged their efforts.
Dionysus knew he was outclassed. The angel's power was overwhelming, a force of divine retribution that seemed insurmountable. He had to think fast. With a desperate shout, he activated with the keywords the portkeys he had equipped his knights with, triggering the teleportation enchantment that would send them directly to Thyrsopolis.
"Barbiegirl!" he bellowed.
In a flash of light, his three loyal knights vanished, saved from the angel's wrath. But the druids, less fortunate, fought valiantly and met their end at the hands of the angel. A few managed to escape into the forest, but most fell, their bodies scattered across the clearing.
Dionysus watched in horror and fury, his mind racing for a solution. Would he have to use his poke ball now? No, it would be useless.
Then, an idea struck him.
He smiled.
It was desperate, absurd, but it was all he had.
But if he worked, he would be a fucking genius. And it would be metal as fuck.
Summoning every ounce of his power, he invoked a spell, calling forth thick, writhing vines. With a forceful gesture, he directed the vines to slither through the angel's gleaming white robes, winding and twisting until they found their mark.
The angel's expression shifted from cold indifference to a mix of shock and confusion as the vines penetrated his celestial form - through the clothes, directly in his ass. The otherworldly being stood frozen, his eyes widening in horror as the vines' tips reached an unholy destination.
Dionysus started to laugh as he watched as the angel's pristine white wings began to darken. The angel's face contorted in disbelief and revulsion.
"Nooooo", he screamed, before teleporting away.
"Of course," Dionysus thought with a grim satisfaction. "Anal play is a sin."
Thyrsopolis
The tavern "The Amphora" buzzed with conversation, clinking mugs, and the crackle of the fireplace casting a warm glow over the room. The large Minotaur bouncer at the entrance kept a watchful eye on the patrons, his imposing presence ensuring no troublemakers disturbed the peace. Dwarves with high-laser guns slung over their shoulders conversed with elves in sleek, mechanical exoskeletons. Humans, dressed in a variety of styles from rugged adventurer gear to sophisticated suits, made up the majority of the crowd, their laughter and chatter filling the air. At a corner table, Rachel and Issei sat nursing their drinks.
Rachel, with her striking red hair cascading down her shoulders and a presence that turned heads, exuded a bold, tomboyish allure. She did some shopping since arriving. She wore a tight leather jacket over a form-fitting tank top, her ripped jeans revealing glimpses of her toned legs. Her eyes, a mischievous glint in them, scanned the room until they landed on a lone figure at a table nearby.
A blonde woman sat there, her innocent appearance enhanced by the healer's robes she wore. Despite her modest attire, her curves were unmistakable, and her soft features were tinged with a hint of shyness as she sipped from her cup. Her big, blue eyes darted around nervously, making her look all the more endearing.
Rachel nudged Issei, leaning in to whisper, "Stay here."
"Huh? Why?"
Issei looked up, slightly puzzled but nodded, knowing better than to question her intentions - or else he'll be hit. Again. . Rachel rose from her seat with a confident smirk, her movements drawing the attention of several patrons as she sauntered over to the healer's table.
"Mind if I join you?"
The healer looked up, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the redhead. "Oh, um, sure," she stammered, her cheeks flushing.
Rachel slid into the seat across from her, her gaze never leaving the healer's. "I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone. What's your name?"
"L-Lyra," the healer replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Lyra," Rachel repeated, savoring the name. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
Lyra's blush deepened, and she glanced down at her cup, unable to meet Rachel's intense gaze. "Thank you," she mumbled, her shyness making her all the more endearing.
Rachel leaned forward, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "You don't have to be so shy around me, Lyra. I'm just a woman like you, looking for some pleasant company."
Lyra dared a glance up, her blue eyes meeting Rachel's. "You're… very forward," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
Rachel grinned, her eyes flicking down to Lyra's lips. "Life's too short to be anything else. Tell me, what brings a lovely healer like you to a place like this?"
"I-I was just passing through," Lyra said, her breath hitching at the touch. "Needed a place to rest for the night. I've only been in Thyrsopolis for ten days."
Rachel's smile widened, her fingers lingering on Lyra's hand. "What a coincidence. I just arrived today. Had a weird experience before coming here – a floating panel appeared in front of me one day. You ever have something like that happen?"
Lyra's eyes widened in recognition. "Yes, actually. I was in college, studying to be a nurse, when I saw it. Then…you probably know the story. Some dungeons, some mysteries, and next thing I knew, I was here."
"Same here," Rachel said, leaning in closer. "Seems like we've got more in common than I thought."
Lyra's eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. "It's been strange, adjusting. But I guess we're here for a reason."
Rachel squeezed her hand gently. "Whatever the reason, I'm glad it brought me to you. You know, I happen to have a room here. It's much quieter than this rowdy tavern. Perhaps you'd like to join me for a drink there?"
Lyra's breath came a little faster. "I-I don't know…"
Rachel's grip tightened reassuringly. "No pressure, Lyra. But I promise, you won't regret it."
For a moment, Lyra seemed to struggle with herself, but then she nodded, a shy smile lighting up her face. "Alright. I'll come with you."
Rachel stood, offering her hand to help Lyra up. As they made their way to the stairs leading to the rooms above, Rachel glanced back at Issei, who looked jealous as hell - she did not know if it was of her or of Lyra. But he did not say anything : she had trained him well.
Once they reached Rachel's room, she opened the door, letting Lyra step inside first. The room was cozy, with a large bed and a small table with a couple of chairs. Rachel closed the door behind them, turning to face Lyra with a predatory gleam in her eyes.
"Now, where were we?" Rachel purred, stepping closer to Lyra.
Lyra's blush returned, but she didn't back away. "I think… we were just getting to know each other," she said softly, her shyness making her even more irresistible.
Rachel smiled, closing the distance between them. "Yes, I think we were." She reached out, cupping Lyra's cheek gently, her thumb brushing over her soft skin. "And I intend to know everything about you, Lyra."
With that, Rachel leaned in, her lips capturing Lyra's in a kiss that was both tender and demanding, setting the stage for a night neither of them would soon forget.
Meanwhile, Issei drank his fourth beer, waiting for RED to come back.
His brows were furrowed. He had to do something about the situation. He couldn't let it happen to him! He was a gamer too! He, too, could be somebody! He too, could become a myth! A legend!
But where to start?
6th December
Between France and Italy
Dionysos, having narrowly escaped the chaos in France, found himself on a train bound for Italy. The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels provided a soothing backdrop as he sipped his coffee, savoring the warmth and rich flavor.
"Holy—well, not so holy after what happened with the angel—shit!?" Dionysos thought to himself, a smirk playing on his lips. His unconscious divine soul had interpreted the fleeing of the angel as a victory. He had gained an astonishing amount of experience points for that single penetration - of an enemy that was about a thousands levels higher than him, and he had a leap of over a hundred levels. He made his way to the wagon bar, seeking the comfort of a more relaxed atmosphere.
As he scanned the train car, his eyes landed on a woman seated a few rows ahead. She had classical Roman beauty, with golden hair cascading in soft waves around her face and pale, flawless skin. Her eyes were a striking shade of green, framed by long lashes that fluttered shyly when she glanced up. Her figure was exquisite, with curves in all the right places, her slender waist accentuating her full hips and ample bosom. Dionysos sensed something intriguing about her demeanor—an air of suppressed excitement and nervousness. Dionysos sensed something unusual through his magic – an anal plug hidden beneath her skirt.
Intrigued, he approached her, his steps confident. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" he asked, gesturing to the empty spot beside her.
She looked up, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "N-no, it's not. Please, have a seat."
"Thank you," he said, sitting down and offering her a charming smile. "I'm Dionysos. And you are?"
"Claudia," she replied softly, her voice tinged with curiosity and nervousness.
Dionysos leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "You know, Claudia, I have a knack for sensing certain things. For example, I can tell that you're a very... adventurous woman. For example, I can tell that you're wearing something... interesting under your skirt."
Her eyes widened, and her blush deepened. "H-how did you know?"
"Maybe we should talk about it in my compartment?"
Light NSFW
"Look at you," he murmured, running a finger along the edge of the plug. "A little slut, aren't you?"
Claudia's blush deepened, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, master."
Dionysos smiled, his predatory instincts kicking in. "Good girl. Now, let's see how much you can take."
He bound her with silken ropes, her wrists and ankles secured to the bedposts. Her body responded eagerly to his touch, her whimpers and moans filling the small space as he explored every inch of her soft, yielding flesh. Her skin flushed a delicate pink under his hands, each mark of his dominance bringing a satisfied smile to his lips.
"You like this, don't you?" Dionysos asked, his voice a seductive whisper as he traced his fingers down her spine.
"Yes, master," Claudia replied, her breath hitching with anticipation.
Dionysos took his time, savoring every moment. He ran his hands over her body, feeling the way she shivered and trembled under his touch. He teased her mercilessly, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back, prolonging her pleasure. Her cries of desperation only fueled his desire, and he relished the control he had over her.
"You've been a very naughty girl," he said, his voice firm. "You deserve a punishment."
Claudia gasped as he spanked her, the sharp sound of his hand striking her flesh echoing in the compartment.
She whimpered, her body arching in response.
"Do you like that?" Dionysos asked, his voice low and commanding.
"Yes, master," she replied, her voice trembling with pleasure.
He continued, alternating between spanking and caressing her, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back each time. When he finally took her, it was with a mixture of tenderness and unrestrained passion. Claudia's body arched and writhed beneath him, her soft gasps and cries a symphony of pleasure. He thrust into her with a fervor that matched her own, their movements synchronized in a dance of raw desire.
"Master," she moaned, her voice filled with a mix of agony and ecstasy. "Please, don't stop."
Dionysos smiled, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "I'm not stopping until you beg for mercy."
Their passion reached a fever pitch, the compartment filled with the sounds of their coupling. Claudia's cries grew louder, her body quaking with the force of her release. Dionysos followed soon after, his own climax a powerful release of pent-up energy.
He sighed in contentment, and decided to have another coffee before arriving in Italy.