The face I'm looking at seems to be that of a teenager, no older than about 16-17 years old. His hair is platinum, although his bangs vary between different shades of black and white. The face would be that of a normal boy who likes to dye his hair, but four characteristics make this boy stand out.
The first is the pair of eyes, each one a different colour. The right eye has a white pupil, while the rest is a dark black colour. In contrast, the left eye has the same dark black pupil, and the rest of it is a white colour. The pupil was like that of a snake, this was the same in both eyes.
The second one is the teeth. Although most of these are the same or very similar to those of any human, there are a couple of them that are very different. These are the fangs, which practically stick out. They are not as exaggerated as a vampire's, but they are quite intimidating.
The third is the ears. These were quite curious, as they appear to be elf ears. These ears are not as long as those of the elves, but they are still pointed and a little longer than normal.
The fourth and last one was the pair of horns that protruded from its forehead. Two horns, one on the left and one on the right. They were not very large and barely protruded more than two inches. Still, it was impossible not to notice those horns.
The body of the boy to whom that face belonged was a little over 5,9 feet high.
This person is none other than myself. Yes, this boy is me.
This is my human form after evolving into a [Nephilim Dragon] six months ago.
I'm looking in the mirror right now.
Yeah, I'm looking in the mirror. I've been admiring myself for more than five minutes now.
I feel like Cristiano Ronaldo, I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror.
No one can blame me here. Who would have told me a year and a half ago that I would stop being an ordinary human and become a handsome dragon?
No one.
Oh, looks like someone's coming.
My use of Senjutsu is already at an advanced level, so I can feel when a presence approaches my room.
If I'm not mistaken, she should be...
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"Go ahead, Raynare."
The door opens, and a young beauty enters the room. She is none other than Raynare, one of the girls living in this extravagant mansion.
"Good morning, Drako."
I had already finished dressing before Raynare entered the room, which is the possible cause of the disappointment that is clearly visible on her face. The pile of newsprint in her hands is not out of my sight.
"Do you need anything?"
"Ah, yes! Governor-General Azazel-sama says he wants to see you."
"He could have come here, it's not like he doesn't know where I live."
"Eto... Azazel-sama is very busy lately, especially since the disaster that has occurred in the human world."
Raynare's words caught my attention.
Actually, I've been out of touch with what's going on in the human world for a long time. In fact, I don't think I've looked for any information about the current situation in the human world since I was reincarnated. Well, it's not like the information is critical to me anyway.
"What disaster?"
"A ship carrying a group of students from a Japanese high school mysteriously sank two months ago. There was quite a stir in the news, but since you only train and stroke Kuroka's ears I'm sure you haven't heard about it."
It seems Raynare is envious of a certain Nekoshou. No, this can't be. I have to keep everyone happy if I want the boat to stay on.
"Drako!"
Raynare screams in surprise when I take her in my arms, true to the "carrying the princess" style. She tries to let go of me, but there's no way she can do it with the great difference in our strength.
I drop her on my bed, and she tries to get off right away. Of course, I don't let her get away with it, and I hold her tightly with both hands.
Once this is done, I put both of Raynare's wrists together and placed them over her head. That way, I'm preventing her from moving her upper body. To prevent Raynare from moving the lower throne, I place my knee in a position where I am practically touching her pussy.
With my free hand, I slowly caress Raynare's cheek.
Raynare's face is beautiful, she is very pretty. In fact, Raynare would not lose even to Kuroka or Akeno in terms of beauty.
"It seems a certain raven is jealous of a kitten. Perhaps the raven needs the dragon's attention?"
Raynare's cheeks blush, resulting in an even more beautiful face than usual. This kind of reaction in women is the best God could give to men.
My eyes are fixed on hers, which are electric purple.
She is the one who loses in the duel of looks, looking away from my eyes while nodding shamefully.
"Hmm"
I let out a victory smile.
"Looks like you've been training hard this morning. Another practice session with Baraqiel and Akeno?"
Raynare nods again.
"Okay, I'm gonna give you a little massage to help you cope with the burdens of training, okay?"
Once again, Raynare nods.
Raynare accepted my massage offer without hesitation.
One that she accepted, I placed her face down on the bed and proceeded to undress her.
She was wearing Grigori's uniform, the one women wear. It's a blue uniform, similar to the one they wear in manga and anime.
It makes sense, since this is a world of light novels, and also adapted to anime and manga.
Nephilim's women's uniform consists of the dark blue jacket, common to both boys and girls, skirt of the same colour, white socks and dark slippers.
What I'm going to do is a leg massage, which is what Raynare needs most. The most essential thing in Baraqiel's training is endurance. According to him, you can lose a fight, but you can survive if you have the stamina to escape. If you don't have the stamina to escape, you're dead.
To do that, all I have to do is remove the clothes that cover Raynare's legs. In this case, the shoes, socks and the skirt.
First, shoes and socks. I don't think about it much, and I remove both clothes easily thanks to Raynare's non-interference. What's left of this is a pair of white, delicate, soft feet.
Now, all that's left is to lift the skirt.
The only thing covering Raynare's pussy and ass is nothing but black panties. Pretty seductive, if you ask me.
For now, this is enough.
The legs, that area of the body we use to get up, to bend down, to walk, to run, etc. They participate in almost all our activities and, although they are extremely resistant, they also get tired.
Even we dragons get tired, what to say about the legs of a fallen angel.
Even if Raynare has improved a lot these last six months. And when I want to say a lot, I say I'm very surprised by the big improvement in her stats.
[Status Inspection]
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[Raynare]
Race: Fallen Angel (Four wings)
Status: Normal
Lv: 10/40
HP: 120/120
MP: 100/100
Strength: 90
Defense: 60
Magic: 110
Agility: 70
Skills:
[Light-Based Weapons]
[Magic]: [Memory Alteration]
[Flight]
[Holy Flame] (Sealed???)
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Raynare has virtually doubled many of her statistics in a short six-month period. All this, thanks to Baraqiel-sensei's hellish training. In fact, I dare say she'd be even stronger if she weren't so lazy and tried to skip a lot of the training.
Still, even with this great improvement, I am three times stronger than she is.
Let's go back to the leg massage.
The legs are kind of like a reservoir of blood. Because most of the time the legs are below the level of our heart, it becomes more difficult for blood to return from the legs to the heart, and this is why we start to feel tired and is also the reason why the feet swell when we walk long distances.
To reverse this fact, the massage I will be performing will require me to do my upward manoeuvres. This way, the blood will circulate, and I will undo the feeling of load on Raynare's legs.
Even though the leg muscles are very large and full of muscle fibres, there is no need for a very intense massage, to the point of generating pain. This is because a painful stimulus is an increase in tension, and that is not my goal. What I have to do in this case is to increase the intensity of the massage progressively.
I open a drawer on the bedside table and take out a special cream. This is not the first time I have used this cream, as there is a certain Nekoshou who is addicted to me giving her a weekly, and even daily, massage.
This is a special cream that Grigori has developed. In fact, its creator is none other than Azazel himself.
Who knows what the leader of the Fallen Angels was thinking of when he thought of creating a massage cream.
What exactly does the cream do?
Nothing special.
Exactly, it doesn't do anything that any other cream doesn't do.
Apparently, this is a special cream created from rare materials from Asgard and other mythological lands. Some remarkable materials, or so Azazel has called them, including Ambrosia from the Greek pantheon, Amrita from the Indian pantheon, Eitr from the Nordic pantheon...
I was going to refuse, but a certain Nekoshou was not up to the task. And of course, Azazel wasn't going to give away something created by such precious materials.
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[3rd person POV]
A few weeks earlier.
Drako was sitting on the roof, practising [Senjutsu] as usual.
Like every time he practised [Senjutsu], he cut off his connection to all his senses, leaving only the energies of nature and himself.
Practising [Senjutsu] was always a pleasure for Drako, especially since he evolved into [Nephilim Dragon].
Now that he was a perfect blend of light and dark, he no longer had to worry about evil energies.
Before, when Drako was an [Evil Child Dragon], he had the same problem as any other race, except the Youkais, when trying to practice [Senjutsu].
What causes madness when practising [Senjutsu] is the union of natural energy and evil energy, so the two energies cannot coexist within the same organism.
But Drako didn't have that problem anymore. That's because a [Nephilim Dragon] is now a being that shouldn't exist, bringing together two opposing attributes, holy attribute and dark attribute. The natural energies and the evil energies coexist within Drako just as the holy and dark attributes do.
Normally no one would go up to the roof while Drako is training, as even though he would not mind at all, no one wants to interfere with the dragon's training.
After so many months with Drako, the obsession he has with training is more than known. It seems that the boy was preparing for a future war, something unthinkable in these times of relative peace.
But today was different. Today someone had shown up on the roof.
Naturally, Drako felt that presence at the moment he or she step in the roof. In other words, Drako felt the energies that were emanating from that presence.
Still, Drako did not move from the spot and continued his training. He had already made it clear that he would not stop a [Senjutsu] training unless it was an emergency, and this time was not one of them.
The presence did not seem to bother him at all, and he just waited patiently for Drako to finish his training.
After a few hours, Drako exhaled and speak as he opened his eyes.
"And to think that so much evil could exist within such pure holy energy, Azazel."
"A member of the strongest race, a dragon, formed by the mixture of two opposing attributes, which should never be able to go together, is not the one that should be surprised, Drako."
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