Ch 132: A Hell of his own making.

Noah smiled as he checked his status.

Name: Noah Enfield

Age: 18

Level: 136

Exp: 6 527 857/ 25 712 427

STR: 96

AGI: 121

END: 93

MAG: 85

CHA: 30

Unattributed: 0

Personal Skills: Mass Healing, Mass Cure, Weapon Mastery, Martial Arts, Cooking, Eternal Chains, Psiconnect, Star of Death, Hypnosis, Queen of Night, Happy Ending (Life Sentence), Divide.

Shared Skills: Automated Translation, Greater Healing, Hands of Nirvana, Improved Rest, Greater Cure, Negative Effects Immunity, Item Creation, Regeneration, Lie Detection, Night Vision, Teleportation, Augment, Shunpo, Fertility Control, Shared Infinite Lifespan, Hard Light Arsenal.

Extra Skills: Holy Magic Affinity, Demonic Magic Affinity, Hole, Learning, Promise, Destruction, Holy Lightning, Senjutsu, Time.

Slaves: 26*.

Little sisters: Nei Ookawamura

Zanpakuto: Seifuku Enfield

Shikai: Seifuku no Ken (Sword of Conquest)

Bankai: Shihai no Oza (Throne of Domination)

Yin Points: 36 621

Yang Points: 3700

When the number of slaves had exceeded twenty, his status has stopped displaying their names, instead displaying the number, but the full list would appear if he focused on it.

With 36k Yin Points, he estimated that reviving Kensei Amagiri wouldn't be an issue. The System had informed him that he would need two hundred thousand Yin Points to revive both Ddraig and Albion. It would be doable within six months, if he could devote most of his days to killing Hollows in Hueco Mundo.

But that wouldn't be the case. He now had a little less than two months before the SOA world would go out of stasis, and then he and the girls would be quite busy. And since those points would be shared by whoever wound up exploring the third world, at least some would likely be used to support that person.

He found Claire, Rui and Hisui in Alice's room. The four of them were dressed in their maid uniforms, but Noah had asked Alice to change out of her chastity underwear and Rui and Hisui to remove their butt plugs. Claire has also removed the latex gloves and leggings that had become her standard.

"Girls, the time has come for me to fulfil my part of our agreement." grinned Noah.

"Yes, Master!" grinned Hisui.

"Are we doing that here?" asked Alice, and Noah shrugged.

"The location doesn't really matter, but if you feel that this room would feel a bit cramped for six people… How about behind the fountain in the back garden?"

The girls nodded, and they all teleported in the garden.

"So, let's see how many Yin Points he's going to cost me."

Noah focused on his mental image of Kensei Amagiri. It was easy, as Hisui had used Senjutsu to show him an illusion of his physical appearance.

But something strange appeared. Instead of a system message asking him if he was willing to pay Yin Points, he got an error.

[Kensei Amagiri cannot be revived.]

Noah frowned.

[Huh, System? What's happening? Could it be that this guy is stronger than me?]

[Negative. User cannot revive Kensei Amagiri because Kensei Amagiri is currently alive.]

[What the hell?]

[…]

Noah opened his eyes and stared at the girls.

"Hey, everyone. I'd like a clarification on something."

"Yes?" asked Alice, frowning. She could guess that things weren't going as planned.

"You girls told me that Kensei Amagiri was dead. But, have you actually seen his body? Are you absolutely positive he's dead?"

"He must be. He fought against Hayashi, that evil blind swordsman, after being caught spying on Aoyama. That was years ago, and he was never seen since then. We haven't actually seen his body, but what else could have happened? Or are you telling me that…"

Alice's eyes widened as she realized what Noah was implying.

"My system is telling me that I can't revive him because he is not actually dead." said Noah.

"Ah!" the girls gasped, covering their hands with their mouths.

"How about you try teleporting to him? If he's alive, that will work." suggested Noah.

Claire was the first to disappear, and the others followed within a second. Noah focused on Claire and teleported to her.

His four maids were currently group hugging a young man with short black hair and eyes, wearing a frayed gray kimono and a wooden sword at his waist. He was frozen in stupefaction.

Noah could easily understand, as it was not every day that four gorgeous maids would pop out of thin air and immediately hug you while crying your name.

Waiting for the girls to get it out of their system, Noah looked around. They were standing on the flank of a mountain, with greenery all around and a small wooden house was nearby. Judging from the bamboo groves in the distance, he estimated that they were somewhere in China.

"Claire? Alice? Hisui and Rui?" Kensei's brain started working again, and he recognized his former companions.

"Yes, Ken-Ken! We're so glad to see you!" cried Hisui, tears in her eyes.

"W-What are you guys doing here? How did you escape from Hagun Island?" blurted out Kensei.

"Nii-san, could it be, that you don't know?" asked Claire.

"Know what?"

"Hagun Island has been pacified. Taro Aoyama and Hayashi are dead, along with all the Gehenna guards, and every captive has been freed. That was almost three months ago."

"Yes." added Rui with a grin. "The list of sponsors has been leaked, too, and they few who aren't dead or in jail are on the run."

"I, didn't know." said Kensei, shocked. "I've been training in this mountain for years, to become strong enough to return and save you all, and my Master rarely goes to the closest village to buy food. But why are you all wearing maid uniforms? They're cute, don't take me wrong, but…"

"That part is my fault." smiled Noah, waving his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Kensei Amagiri. I am Noah Enfield, the one that broke the curse that Taro Aoyama put on them and helped them take their revenge. As for their uniforms, well, they agreed to become my maids for three years or so, in exchange of me resurrecting you, since they believed you dead. But you turning out to be alive put me in a bit of a quandary, since it feels like I'm not fulfilling my part of the deal."

"It's okay, Master." smiled Hisui. "The important thing is that Ken-Ken is alive and well. And it's not like being your maid is unpleasant."

"Well, I'm sorry to be inconveniencing you by being alive." sarcastically replied Kensei. "That means they don't have to be your maids anymore, right? Did you do some… perverted things with them?" The girls blushed immediately, unwilling to meet Kensei's gaze. He stared angrily at Noah, his hand on the hilt of the wooden sword.

"I sure did!" grinned Noah.

"Noah, stop this, he's going to misunderstand!" scolded Alice, her fists on her hips. "Kensei, we'll be very angry with you if you start anything with Noah. Yes, he did… things, with us. Things we will not talk about, ever. But he never truly forced us, and we do not regret anything. Noah is a good man, and we are happy to live by his side."

Kensei looked at Alice as if she had just betrayed him. Noah struggled to keep his face expressionless. So this was the face of a cucked man.

"Nii-san, Alice-nee is speaking for us all." urged Claire. "Our lives are great now, and we want to keep being part of Noah's family."

"Well, teasing him aside, I've got an idea. Claire, Alice, Rui, Hisui. As compensation for your service, and since I promised you one resurrection, how about I revive Kensei's mother instead?"

Kensei flinched, as incredulous hope countered his anger and feeling of betrayal.

"Yes! That would be great." exclaimed Alice. The girls quickly nodded their heads.

Noah closed his eyes for an instant and started the process. At 18k Yin Points for a pure human without a sacred gear, Kensei's mother was far from ordinary.

When the light dimmed, Sakura Amagiri peacefully laid on the grass at his feet, Kensei falling to his knees beside her and the girls happily watching.

Noah stepped back, looking with appreciation at the black-haired beauty. He had too many things on his plate at the time, but in a few months or years, maybe he would scheme to add her to his family.

…

Noah relaxed in a hammock, tied to the trunks of two trees near the beach, watching most of his maids frolicking on the beach.

Kensei and Sakura Amagiri were sitting nearby, chatting with the Returnees. Alice had even fetched Zane to join them.

Kensei, Zane and Sakura were of course only temporary guests, and they would leave Hagun Island after dinner. Noah had mainly invited them so they could check on just how badly Noah mistreated his maids, and how miserable their lives were.

An impromptu volleyball match was ongoing, with Ren, Fubuki, Himari, Asuna, Chiyo and Kyouka facing Nell, Pesshe, Harribel and her three Fraccion. Noah had invited the Arrancars to live in one of the empty palaces and come to play whenever they wanted and share meals, on the strict condition that they weren't to cause trouble. If they did, he would kick their butts back to Hueco Mundo and forbid them from returning.

So far, they seemed to much prefer living in the island, not that 'better than Hueco Mundo' was a high bar to exceed, and they behaved themselves.

During the game, the white leather ball, reinforced by magic, burst for what was maybe the sixth time in thirty minutes, and Noah smiled as he created another and threw it to Ren, the latest and most prolific ball murderer.

He yawned lazily as he tried to update his mental to-do list. Reviving Kyouka's parents would be done before dinner. It would be easy, as they were just normal humans and wouldn't cost much Yin Points. Cleria Belial, Claire's mother, might require him to grind more Yin Points before he did.

After dinner, Kuroka would be waiting in his room. She had made clear before that she was into him, but it seemed like bringing back her mother had been the tipping point, and she couldn't control herself anymore. Noah's promise to take care of her after dinner, as well as her desire to be with her mother until then, were the only things stopping her from clinging to him like a koala.

As for Koneko-chan… She already had something of a crush toward Noah before. Now, that crush was amplified. But she knew his rules, and Noah didn't doubt that the instant she turned eighteen, she would try to crawl into his bed.

The girls who were formerly part of Diodora's peerage were all completely loyal to him now, and had started training the eighteen magician girls captured during the attack on the Peace Conference.

After that… Noah decided on dealing with Orihime. He should get his hands on her soon, while the experience of her captivity in Aizen's hands and the feeling of her own helplessness were still fresh in her mind.

He suddenly smiled in self-derision while shaking his head at himself. He knew he had too many girls already. Brick by brick, he was building a Hell of his own making. And he hadn't even touched yet the other Thunder Gods beside Naruhime, and Sona Sitri's peerage beside Momo, and Serafall Leviathan…

After some more thinking, and experiencing a rare burst of common sense, Noah decided to give up on Orihime and Rukia Kuchiki. He wouldn't make a move on them, at least for the foreseeable future.

…

She wanted do cum.

Jeanne, the former hero, moved slightly, shifting most of her weight from one leg to another. She was kneeling, in front of her Mistress.

No, not Mistress. Rias Gremory. But it was increasingly hard for Jeanne to think of her as anything but Mistress. And increasingly easier to only think of herself as Slave. Mistress gave her orders, Slave obeyed, and Mistress rewarded her with bursts of pleasure. Not enough to cum. Never enough to cum. And they only made her torment worse. But still, she had learned to desire those rewards.

She wanted to cum.

Darkness. Darkness, the feeling of the restraints on her body, and the need to cum. That had been her world for… how long already? She had long lost track of time. Mistress had dressed her in a tight black latex bodysuit clinging to her skin, and encased her head in a black leather discipline helmet. A leather corset compressed her waist, and knee-high black leather boots kept her feet en-pointe.

Her arms were strictly bound behind her back inside a leather armbinder. Her forearms were pulled together beneath the leather enclosure. Leather straps at her wrists, above and below the elbows, ensured that her arms would remain trapped no matter how much she struggled. Another set of straps pulled under her arms, across the tops of her breasts and back over the shoulders to buckle back on top of the armbinder, stripped her of any chance of slipping the restraint down her arms.

The strict bondage forced her to thrust her breasts outwards against the latex of the bodysuit, as if she wanted someone to play with them.

A leather strap attached to the bottom front of the corset ran down between her legs and connected to the ring at the base of the armbinder, applying pressure on the base of the vibrating dildo inserted in her ass. Any slight movement caused it to shift.

She wanted to cum.

Her legs were folded and fused to her thighs by thick leather straps, keeping her on her knees. A leather blindfold kept her in darkness, as she had been for almost every moment since Mistress started training her. Her mouth was filled with a rubber cock, almost reaching her throat, and Slave absentmindedly ran her tongue around it, tracing random patterns as if to try to please it.

Jeanne was no stranger to sucking cocks anymore. At least rubber ones. Mistress regularly placed her in front of a rubber cock, and ordered Slave to pleasure it with her lips and tongue. Mistress carefully observed Slave's efforts as she provided her advice on how to properly worship a cock. And whenever Mistress decided Slave slacked off, a painful shock reminded her of her role.

She wished that the one in her mouth could be a real cock. With a real one, Slave might have a chance to do a good job and convince the owner of the cock to take pity on her and reward her with an orgasm.

She wanted to cum.

Jeanne patiently waited for Mistress's next order. One she would obey instantly, no matter how humiliating it would be. The dildo in her ass vibrated a little faster, and she stopped her introspection, focusing on her hearing.

She felt hands around her head, fiddling with the strap holding the gag in place, and it came undone. She had become so used with having a cock in her mouth that she now felt empty. Slave licked her lips, prepared to lick on command. Or say whatever Mistress would require her to say.

Would she be required to debase herself with humiliating words? Or to pledge her devotion to the Master?

But contrary to her expectations, the hands returned, and unbuckled the blindfold. Jeanne blinked several times, and it took her long moments for her eyes to get used to seeing again. She noticed that the lighting of the room had been dimmed to make it easier for her, and felt a bit of gratitude for it.

But her full attention was to the person sitting in front of her. Her Master was there, naked, his great cock close to her face.

She wanted it. Her body burned with desire for that cock.

Jeanne blushed under her leather hood, observing her Master with lowered eyes.

She saw Mistress standing on the side from the corner of her eyes, the gag and blindfold in her hands.

"Slave." said the Master with a soft voice. "Your Mistress told me she is quite satisfied with your progress, so we have decided to give you an opportunity."

He moved the chair he was sitting on forward, bringing his cock closer to her mouth.

"If you do a good job with your mouth, you will be allowed to ask for me to take your virginity. And if the way you ask is satisfying, I will give you plenty of orgasms as I do."

"Thank you, Master. This slave is eager to serve." replied Jeanne. Those words had been drilled by her Mistress, over and over. She had said similar things so many times that she didn't feel any embarrassment anymore.

"Then you may begin."

Slave started by kissing the tip of the glans, as if greeting a lover, then eagerly licked the hot rod of flesh for a minute. As she did, the vibrator in her ass sped up, increasing her pleasure. And her need to cum.

When she was done licking, she gobbled the glans and as much of the shaft as she could without interfering with her breathing, and pursed her lips to ensure a good seal, and traced random alphabet letters on the shaft with her tongue.

Her efforts were apparently appreciated as she saw her Master's smile widen a little, and he put a hand on the top of her head, his thumb rubbing her forehead gently through the leather helmet. Slave closed her eyes to better focus on the cock in her mouth, and did her best to apply every piece of advice her Mistress had given her.

After a few minutes, she felt the cock stiffen and pulse, and she focused on swallowing without letting anything escape her lips. She tried to suck every last bit as she cleaned him with her tongue.

She felt a slight push on her forehead, and opened her mouth wide, careful not to let her teeth touch the cock as it left her mouth.

"This slave is grateful for the treat, Master." said Jeanne, her eyes lowered.

"You're welcome, Slave." replied Master. "Even if you don't truly mean it yet."

"Master?" asked Jeanne, her butt clenching as she expected the punishment… that didn't come.

"It's only to be expected at this stage of your training, Slave, so you're not going to be punished for it." smiled Master.

Slave nodded slowly. It was true, after all. She had appreciated the increased stimulation of the vibrator, as well as his hand on her head and his praise. But the act of sucking Master's cock in itself had felt neither pleasant nor unpleasant.

"Slave." said Mistress, smiling. "Beg for your Master's favor."

She nodded and spread her legs further.

"Master, please. This horny slave is unworthy, yet begs for your mercy. Please let this slave offer you her virginity and dedicate the entirety of her body to serve you. This slave only exists to please Master."

"That is a satisfying request, Slave." smiled Master. He extended his hand to the side, and a large bed suddenly appeared in the room.

Her eyes lit up as she understood that she was going to cum at last, and her master took her in his arms, lifting her.

…

After nearly two hours during which Noah made sure both Jeanne and Rias were very satisfied (and Ddraig as well, since she had linked her own senses to Rias's), he returned to Hueco Mundo to grind. Reviving both of Kyouka's parents had been easy, but a high-class devil like Cleria Belial with her overpowered bloodline power needed more Yin Point than he possessed.

And Rias had Jeanne kneel in front of her. She had been released from the armbinder and thigh straps when Noah had his way with her, but still wore the latex catsuit, corset and boots, helmet and collar. Her hands were kept behind her back by black leather cuffs.

"You did well, Slave. And you seem to have liked Master's attention very much."

"Yes, Mistress." replied Jeanne, blushing. The pleasure Noah has made her experience was so intense that she thought she might become addicted to it.

"But you still have a way to go."

"Mistress? Have I… Did this slave disappoint Mistress?"

Rias shook her head with a smile.

"No. but you have yet to learn the hardest lesson, Slave. So far, you have learned Obedience. But you haven't learned true Submission yet. At first, you obeyed to avoid punishment. Now, you obey because you're hoping to be rewarded with pleasure. But you need to learn that an orgasm is a gift from your Master or Mistress, not something you should expect in return for your service. You need to serve your Master or I because you wish to please us, not because you wish for us to please you. Do you understand the difference between Obedience and Submission, Slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." nodded Jeanne. "Obedience is selfish, Submission is selfless."

"That's a nice way to describe it. That is what true devotion is about, Slave. Do you wish to prove your devotion to Master?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Because while you were passed out after Master gifted you orgasm after orgasm, Master prepared two things to let you prove your devotion."

There was a black bag beside Rias, and Jeanne saw her take two items from it. She recognized them instantly. A metallic, golden collar, and a chastity belt with two medium-sized dildoes.

"Those items are very special, Slave, and Master created them just for you. But you will have to ask your Mistress for me to put them on you." smiled Rias.

"First, the collar. As you see, the word Slave is engraved on it. It is made so that once put on, it will be permanently locked. By choosing to wear it, you will prove to Master your desire to belong to him, and to let anyone seeing you know it at a glance, for the rest of your life."

Slave gulped, a little scared by the perspective of being permanently collared for everyone to see.

"Then, the belt. It is enhanced to deal with body wastes, so that you will not need to go to the restroom anymore. Just like the collar, once you put it on, it will be permanently locked on you. The dildoes will slowly vibrate or move at times, and you will spend most of your days horny. But you will not cum. By choosing to wear it, Slave, you will prove to Master that you are willing to renounce ever having orgasms. That you are willing to prove your devotion by offering him your pleasure, not just for a while, but for life. You will prove to him that you wish to serve him without expecting anything in return."

"Master decided that as the descendant of the Holy Maiden Jeanne d'Arc, who devoted herself to God and spent a life of chastity, you should also experience chastity as you devote yourself to Master."

"M-Mistress, will I never… will this slave never serve Master again with her ass and pussy?" asked Jeanne with a trembling voice. Tears started welling up in her eyes as she contemplated a future of permanent chastity and edging. It felt unbelievably cruel, especially after the ecstasy she had just experienced.

"You can still serve him with your mouth, Slave. And Master will be pleased by your sacrifice." said Rias with a soft voice, while keeping her face straight.

The whole thing was a bluff, of course. Noah would never lock his slaves into permanent chastity. Even the male one Asuna and the twins called Kirito would be allowed to remove his chastity belt, as long as he found himself a girl not part of the family. Or even if he simply asked.

It was just a test. If Jeanne asked to wear those things and didn't change her mind as Rias put them on her, Jeanne's training would be complete, and Noah would come to her and remove the belt and collar. Then reward her plenty.

"You do not have to ask for them right away, Slave. But until you do, I will keep training you."

Jeanne nodded, and opened her mouth as Rias reached for the gag. Seeing this, Rias hesitated for an instant, then set the gag aside, and walked behind the kneeling slave.

She unlocked the leather collar and removed it to gain access to the helmet's laces.

"Slave, I have decided to give you another reward, since I am happy with your progress."

Rias removed the discipline helmet, something she usually did only to give Jeanne a shower. She pushed the blonde hair away for her face, and fastened a different black leather collar around Jeanne's neck again.

"Now that you've learned obedience, I can go easier on you, Jeanne." smiled Rias.

The kneeling girl trembled, hearing someone say her name for the first time since her training began.

"Keep in mind that better treatment is a privilege, not a right. If you relapse and become disobedient, the helmet will go back on, and you will only be Slave again." warned Rias, sitting on the bed in front of Jeanne again and patting her cheek.

"Yes, Mistress." replied Jeanne, feeling both relief and gratitude.

Rias nodded and lifted her right leg, placing it over Jeanne's right shoulder, and started folding it, forcing Jeanne to lean forward, bringing her head closer to her crotch. Not that she needed to apply any force, as Jeanne has already been made to do this many times. Only this time, she was neither blindfolded nor hooded. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth, and she began to serve her Mistress.

As Rias appreciated Jeanne's ministrations, she smiled as she thought about her discussion with Noah. He had acknowledged her determination and willingness to train Jeanne and relaxed one of his rules. The collar Jeanne now wore was one of the special ones, guaranteeing that Jeanne would soon like denial and service play enough to ask for permanent chastity, and Rias had been granted the right to challenge Raynare for her spot as a candidate.