Chapter 82 — Y4: Seven’s Shopping Trip

Hrm…?  Aaaa…

…Hhhhharder…

…Mmmmm~…

…Mmm?  Nng.  Hh.  Mm!  Nm!  Hh.  Hhh, haaaaa, a-ah…

… … …A-aah~... … …Mmmnng~...

…Haaaa, that’s better!

Yeah, sorry, late night last night.  I really needed that nap.  Thanks for -- eh?

…Wait, you fucked me while I was sleeping?

I -- that, h-how?

No!  No, fucking me whenever you want is fine, it's the -- I didn't wake up?!

No, that doesn’t happen!

Usually when I'm unconscious during sex, it's because I get fucked until I pass out exhausted and pleasure-fried, and then they keep on fucking me!  They don’t fuck me while I’m asleep, that’s something entirely different!

I orgasm really easily, and with the way my body feels I know I did, and I really shouldn’t have stayed asleep through – it -- waaaaaait a minute…

…That, um, this explains why I was having a wet dream.

You really -- ah, aaa, f-fuck, this is hotter than I expected it to be…

…Okay, I am going to go take a shower, and when I say 'I' I mean 'we', and after that we can get started with storytime.

To my frustration, at the time, we weren’t making progress with the land grab.

At least not with the fourth landmass; we were all trying to come up with a new plan before returning to it after the revelations that Jessica brought us.  We were making plenty of progress with the other three landmasses, though!

The peace between the Wildlands and Farmlands of the third landmass was holding up better than expected.  There was traffic between the cow village of the first landmass and the Farmlands, and the village was starting to become a town, a centerpoint for travel and trade in the first landmass as infrastructure was built on it.  And on the second landmass, it… okay, Ghost Town was making trouble for second landmass colonists nearby it and Countess Callisto was only begrudgingly doing the bare minimum to help.  But Jessica agreed to help the Kingdom with Ghost Town diplomacy as possession-immune muscle, and even with that snarl, the second landmass was paying dividends.

The more money we could make, the easier it would be to just buy whatever we needed.  The kings were working on expanding the market that the school had access to, which was going to be a great help in that regard.

At the time, however, I had a much more selfish goal:

Seduce Takeo.

And before you say anything, I know you’re thinking about the letter Modesty sent me, asking for a meeting.  Well, for that, I have a simple answer:

I wasn’t gonna.

At least not for a while.

See, it had arrived with spectacularly poor timing for my own mental health.  I was getting sick and tired of all of these gods messing with my life in ways that I couldn’t even counter.  So I figured I’d just -- wait a bit.  A week or two, maybe a month, before I responded to her letter.

Modesty is a goddess.  She could, and did, easily tell that I got the letter, read the letter, and did nothing about the letter.

I wanted to see what she would do if it looked like I wasn’t going to visit her at all.  If she came to see me in person, or started bugging me with more letters, then that would mean that the meeting was important.  Either due to information she wanted from me, or because she wanted to get on my good side, for… some reason.

If she did nothing, then that would be even stranger.  It would mean she’s polite, but also that she didn’t have an important reason to request a meeting in the first place.  Or that it was important, but she opted to not push for it regardless of that fact.

Or that -- ugh.

You know, I could spin a dozen more theories about what this would mean or what that wouldn’t mean, but ultimately?

I was feeling pissy and wanted to poke a god, and that was the only way I could do it in an even remotely safe manner.

So, back to…

Haaaa…

…Back to Takeo.

Which -- it --

…Tch.

Okay.  Okay.  Listen.  Jokey exasperated I-totally-hate-Takeo fronting aside?

I really genuinely just can't talk about Takeo and our relationship, not my full emotions and all the details and the complicated -- fucking -- everything, without also talking about a lot of really complicated emotions.  Which involves talking about chief god, not in the abstract but how he, personally and directly, has worsened the lives of people I know and am close with.

And talking about chief god beyond his cheat-hotness and stupidity always puts me in a miserable mood.

So I'm just going to work myself into the seduction aura brainwashing and relax into that instead, okay?  I know I get a bit extreme like that, but it helps keep my mood up!  And I like being happy.  Happy is sexy.  Sad is not sexy.  So I try to be happy!

Haha, ah… yeah.  Yeah…

…Ah.  Yeah.  …Yeah.  Thanks.

Yeah.  Sorry.  I've been putting this off for -- for the whole story, to be honest, but I'm going to put it off a while longer.  Maybe.  Not today, at least.

Anyway, yeah.  Don't snap me out of it until we’re done, or if I start going off on one of my more crazy tangents.  Okay?

…Good.

Now, uh.  Fuck.  Right.  Takeo.  Takeo is… not annoying.  Takeo does… not frustrate me.  Takeo is… adequately handsome.  Takeo is… kinda nice.  Takeo is… rather helpful.  Takeo is… actually kinda cute… and sweet, you know?  He really helped me out a lot.  And he's strong, oh my god his muscles!  They’re not as firm as Shimizu’s but they’re his and they’re just -- mmph!

Right!

Okay!

I have my head back on straight!

So!

I was out to obtain true love!

…Between me and Takeo, obviously, why even bother asking that?  We’re clearly destined to be with each other.

And my first step was to convince Shimizu to not get in my way!

This was rather easy to do, actually.  I just fibbed and said that the brainwashing got to me strongly enough that I wasn’t going to bother fighting it anymore, and to stand aside between me and my future husband.

I mean, obviously, I was thinking clearly.  But I doubted Shimizu would accept that, as she didn’t understand how amazing Takeo is, so I gave her a small fib instead.  She didn't argue very much and seemed to buy the fib really easily, which was a bit weird, but I wasn't complaining!

So, with Shimizu out of the way, I had two more steps on my brilliant three-step plan to seduce the father of my future children!

Step two: Recruit Sevens into joining Takeo's harem.

Now this… this took a bit longer.  A few days longer, in fact, as I had to convince her that what I was saying was rational, and that she wanted to do it.  Sure, Sevens had loosened up ever since that orgy Omori hosted, but to willingly let herself be brainwashed into loving somebody else?

She could block the brainwashing with her divine shards, but she could also let those defenses down.  I was suggesting she do just that.  In order to get more of a feel of what it’s like to ‘be a person’, instead of, you know, a bundle of all-powerful raw logic in the infinite void of nothingness.

That -- frankly that doesn’t sound like a fun time to me.

Sevens did eventually agree to let it happen, but to keep an… ‘eject button’ ready.  She’d let herself get ‘brainwashed’ by Takeo’s aura that lets people see him as he truly is, but have a trigger on hand to reverse it, and return herself to her previous mental, physical, and metaphysical state with a flex of willpower.  Plus, like, a whole pile of other contingencies she said she was going to make but refused to tell me anything about.

I was okay with this, because it still got me what I wanted:

Another girl for Takeo!

…What’s with that look?!

Ugh, you’re just talking nonsense.

Look.

Takeo isn’t like other guys.

He isn’t like anybody else, actually.

Takeo is singularly exceptional in ways that are impossible to comprehend without actually meeting him.

And one of those ways in which he is exceptional is that he deserves to have a harem of loving girls at his beck and call!

I’d be the wife, of course, but the other girls can have some of his time.

I’m generous like that.

And being in love is so fun oh my goddesses!  I just knew that Sevens wouldn’t be able to help herself once she had a taste of it.

After I got Sevens on board, finally, it was time for step three:

Interrogating Yuu.

Yuu, by now, had become Takeo’s personal maid-servant.  She spent all day, every day, working on how to serve him better, and had really come around from how she used to be.  Back when she was, you know.  A guy.  And was selling me for sexual services.  Without giving me a cut.

And worst of all, selling me for way cheaper than I was worth.  Hrmf!

Anyway, Yuu now properly understood that Takeo was literally The Best, and she wasn’t being a jerk to me anymore!

She was also the one person that had spent the most time with and around Takeo over the past three years.

So, she would be the person that understood his tastes the best.

Naturally, she was rather reluctant to share her hard-earned secrets with us, so we bribed her.

With chocolate.

Yuu had never had good chocolate since becoming a woman, which, frankly, was a downright travesty.

…Don’t give me that look.

Ask your family!  Your mother or your sisters, if they’ve had any good chocolate, and how they feel about it.

Trust me, it’s one of the many things that’s better about being a girl.

…Of course good chocolate has all kinds of fun alchemical things in it, that's what makes it good chocolate.

We gave her just one small square of it, and grinned as we watched her melt at the flavor.  Then I did what any reasonable girl in love would do.

Refused to give her more until she gave me the details!

I wanted to know everything!

What Takeo’s preferred bust size was, if he liked soft asses or firm asses, if he preferred sexuality to be flaunted or coy, his opinion on heels and colors and stockings, everything!

It took a bit -- and a lot of chocolate -- but we managed to worm our way under Yuu’s skin.  She brought out her Takeo Notebook, and let me tell you, I was incredibly envious of that thing.

Naturally I made my own, better Takeo Notebook later, but for the time being?

Her Takeo Notebook was the be all and end all.

It had almost everything.

After reading it, I knew what I had to do.

I had to take Sevens and go shopping.

…On the one hand, I kind of want to tell you how the shopping trip went…

…But on the other, I can see the face you’re making, so I’ll give you a summary instead.

Be grateful for my sacrifice!

Sevens and I went shopping.  We bonded over trying on sexy things.  Sevens was acting more human with every outing.  We flirted with some guys and girls.  Sevens got fucked in an alleyway and was very happy about this fact.  I did not get fucked in an alleyway, and was somewhat jealous about this fact.

So, moving on --

-- look.

Do you want the full shopping trip?

Because if you want to hear about how Sevens seduced one of the teachers of the school until he all but dragged her to a nearby ally, ramming her into the wall with the force of his thrusts, groping her like an animal?

Then you also have to hear about the fifty-seven different dresses we tried on.

…I thought not.  Hrmph.

So, after that, all that was left was seducing Takeo.  Sevens was all in on this by now.  I think a large part of it was just -- doing something with a friend.  Not filling out paperwork, not trying to stabilize reality, not trying to avoid getting sucked into the chief god's never-ending sinkhole of lewd desires… just… shopping with a friend and flirting with hot guys and cute girls.

It wasn’t something she had ever really experienced, before then.  And she really seemed to enjoy it.

Now, by that point, we had everything ready for our plan.  Sevens, with her perfectly white skin, was wearing pure black for contrast.  She had what’s called a ‘chain cutout front bodycon dress’, which is a bunch of words that seem to mean nothing, but that's a real name of a real thing so let me explain the terms.

A ‘bodycon dress’ is a dress that hugs the body.  It doesn’t ‘drape’ on it; it ‘wraps’ it.  Not so much as to seriously hinder movement, but enough so that the shape was clear and obvious to any who care to see.

A ‘chain cutout’ dress is a dress that has -- well.  Portions of it that are just cut out, but remain attached due to think chains.

For example, it might cut out the top from the bottom -- making it into something like a normal, two piece outfit, but the two pieces are connected by thin chains.  My favorite part about it is that you can make it look like the chains are just a small flex from breaking apart~

Now, to say it’s a ‘cutout front’ dress means that the front is cut out.

In this case, all the way from the head, down to the hips -- a bit above the crotch, to keep it ‘decent’ -- is all removed.

So.

A black ‘chain cutout front bodycon dress’ is a black sleeveless dress that hugs the body from the neck to the upper thighs.  There is a massive cutout in the front, from the neck all the way down to just enough above the crotch to avoid unintended exposure.  It is held tight on the bottom by thin chains, leading to a lovely look where the chains actually keep the outfit tight on the body.  Oh, and, naturally, it was without a bra.

Otherwise the front cutout would have been ruined!

That, combined with some lacey, sheer stockings that ended just below the dress, and a pair of heels that matched my own, and Sevens was ready for plan:  Seduce Takeo.

As for me?

I was wearing the exact same outfit, just in vivid purple~

We matched!

Well, almost.

We almost matched.  My body was far and away curvier than Sevens was, at that point.  The dress was tighter, it ended higher, and the chains were struggling to keep my titanic tits contained.

…and then Sevens, after a bit of consideration, used her Axiomanger divine shards and adjusted her body to match mine.

Hips. Thighs.  Waist.  Tits.  Ass.  Even her hair length.  All perfectly synced to my proportions.

It.

Was.

Glorious.

We marched in sync, our heels ‘click-clacking’ on the hallway floor at the same time, our hips swaying with every step.  We were moving in time with the sway of our breasts, and we were both struggling to contain the sheer glee that was threatening to burst out from our faces.

We allowed none to distract us!

Except Shimizu, to give her a quick double blowjob!  But nobody else!

And we marched into Takeo’s room!

…And then we saw her.

We saw Yuu, wearing the exact same outfit as the both of us, just in a vivid blue, getting fucked by Takeo!

She had everything in her Takeo Notebook memorized.  She had figured out what our plan was!  And she had decided to invite herself into it!

The slut!

Takeo froze, mid-fuck, his head quickly spinning to and from us and Yuu.  I felt my hackles rising as I glared at Yuu, who gave me a sly smirk.  Sevens was barely holding back laughter at the situation.

I sloooowly shifted my glare to Takeo.

And I told him, “You better have enough left in the bank for me when you’re done with her.”

Takeo had a look on his face that was a combination of joy, exasperation, fear and desire.

…I’m not really sure why.

I was here to have him fuck me!  He shouldn’t have had anything on his face other than gratitude and glee!

Hrmph!  If he wasn’t my destined partner, I would have been very annoyed by his reaction!

…He was, though, so instead I just waited like a good wife, making out with Sevens to keep us wet and ready for his cock when it was our turn.

Aaaaah~  It was a truly blissful day~