Chương 104: Call

[December 22nd, 749]

"Have you thought about what your training will entail...?" asked Grayfia, gazing out over the somewhat tumultuous winter sea in a flowing white, semi-transparent sundress that revealed the contours of her body when the sun struck it at the right angle. As for Vahn, he was lying beneath her with his ankles crossed and hands folded atop his stomach, enjoying the tantalizing view as he responded, "Since this place has similar properties to the Corridor, I can get stronger by slaying monsters. But because it's a virtual setting, we can access the System to accept and complete various Quests. That said, we'll most likely relocate to a world with a wide variety of monsters. I was thinking of Toriko so that you can improve your already incredible cooking skills, but a setting like Danmachi might make the most sense, as it has a wide variety of monsters in one place..."

Preempting Grayfia's response, Vahn placed his hands on her calves, no additional actions required for her to understand he wanted her to sit on his face, allowing him to nuzzle her soft, pure white as he added, "There's also the option of returning to One Piece. The last time we were there, we confirmed it was possible to earn a substantial amount of OP from Pirates with posted bounties, and while it's not my preferred method, killing them also increases my parameters..."

"That may be..." responded Grayfia, her voice gaining a hint of passion as she added, "But you would be making the world a safer place, and based on what I've seen, there shouldn't be any serious threats I can't deal with if the situation goes awry..."

"That's honestly what makes this difficult..." revealed Vahn, placing his hands on and caressing Grayfia's sides as he explained, "I intend to have you with me wherever we go, but because of how powerful you are, that eliminates the challenge of most worlds. In the few settings where that isn't the case, my current power is inconsequential..."

"Does it need to be...?" asked Grayfia, pointing out, "Unless you choose to meaningfully interact with the cast and characters of the worlds we enter, there's nothing to prevent us from simply dropping in, annihilating a group of pirates or monsters, and then disappearing without explanation..."

"That doesn't sound bad at all..." affirmed Vahn, imagining himself as a hero of justice who appeared to lend a hand to the protagonists of various anime before vanishing just as mysteriously. Some of the worlds they had replicated, like Castlevania, Made in Abyss, Goblin Slayer, and Overlord, were fairly messed up by design, so it wasn't like he was short of settings where he could cut loose without inhibition...

Releasing his hold on Grayfia's sides and tapping his six-pack abs, Vahn waited for the beautiful Devil to change positions, turning to face him with her warm and soft bottom resting on his stomach, her thighs warming his obliques and her calves nestled against his sides as she met his gaze with narrowed eyes. From there, he slipped his hands under her dress, rubbing her stomach and caressing her sides as he submitted, "We could also get a jump start on what Rias proposed to her mother. She wanted to relocate the Guild we established to the Creation Hub or some other independent space to expand its influence to various worlds by recruiting natives. Issei and I are pretty sure she got the idea from an anime called Restaurant to Another World, but it's not a bad idea if this place is to become our home away from home..."

"That's a very reasonable course of action if we consider the diversity of Martial Arts, Magic, and technology spread across the immersive worlds," affirmed Grayfia, her face lightly flushed as Vahn slipped his hands under her arms, deliberately avoiding her breasts. Months prior, she would have waited patiently and permitted him to do as he pleased, but now that they had become much closer, she narrowed her eyes and guided his hands to her breasts with a feigned pouty expression.

"I mainly bring it up because of Bulma," explained Vahn, gently kneading Grayfia's nipples as he elucidated, "Unless she's forgotten about us, she'll eventually want to explore other worlds or research their technology. She could be one of many researchers or scientists we recruit, while Goku and the other Z-Fighters could accept missions to liberate worlds or help keep the peace across our expanding multiverse..."

"Wouldn't you need to inform them that they're the byproduct of artificial intelligence?" asked Grayfia, starting to sweat a little as she added, "And if they learn you're able to influence the program that scripts the events they're tasked to resolve, they could determine you're the greatest threat of all..."

"Then we throw the script out the window..." contended Vahn, sliding his hands down Grayfia's body, grasping her waist, and guiding her backward so that his bulge nestled between her cheeks. She was evidently finished with their foreplay as, immediately after that, she shifted onto her heels, squatting over his hips as she freed his cock from his trunks, slid aside her panties, and sat down, twisting her hips to ensure he was snug inside her before contracting her insides around him like a vacuum seal.

"You're cute when you can't stand my cock not being inside you..." teased Vahn, prompting Grayfia to briefly poke her tongue out before leaning back, caressing her lower abdomen, and asking, "What happens when you throw out the script? Everything starts moving forward in accordance with causality...?"

"We would need to implement some failsafes to prevent the system from overloading or collapsing, but yeah, basically," confirmed Vahn, shrugging as he confessed, "Though if I'm being completely honest, I have no idea how such a grand reconciliation of various worlds would work. What I do know is that once the operation is performed, it can't be reversed without hard resetting everything..."

"It makes you wonder if our universe operates under similar principles..." muttered Grayfia, closing her eyes, clenching her teeth, and producing a throaty groan as Vahn continued to stimulate her clit with the thumb of his right hand.

"I've had similar thoughts..." confirmed Vahn, his expression gaining a hint of severity as he asserted, "But even if everything we're experiencing is a simulation, it doesn't change that we're experiencing it...as long as we can perceive ourselves, influence our environment, and form connections with others...no one can convince me that isn't real..."

"All I know is that I'm really about to cum..." panted Grayfia, opening her eyes and staring down at Vahn with passion and a faint hint of obsession. He didn't know it, but his words had thoroughly convinced Grayfia that he was a being on the same level as omnipotent beings like Ophis, the Great Red, and the God of the Bible. The virtual world may not be real from the perspective of individuals or entities who observe it from the outside, but if the beings within lived, died, formed bonds, experienced emotions, and made decisions for themselves, that was undeniably their reality...a reality that Vahn had created—a reality they shared together...

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[December 31st, 749]

"Hmm? It seems Bulma has finally remembered I exist..." remarked Vahn, reclining in a cozy chair with Grayfia seated atop him, the two getting her caught up on the various anime forming what they had anointed 'Invirtua' when Sis informed him that Bulma was calling. More accurately, she was at a New Year party hosted by her parents, feeling annoyed after one of the girls she previously attended high school with made a cheeky remark regarding her lack of a date.

"Will you go to her...?" asked Grayfia, tensing her insides as if to compel Vahn to remain. They may have been relaxing and focused on watching anime, but that was no reason to separate or for Vahn to stop tentatively caressing her clit.

"I gave her my word that I would...just as I promised to make you mine..." responded Vahn, kissing Grayfia's lips as she turned to present them. By that point, she practically knew what he was thinking at all times, so once the kiss ended, they simultaneously relocated to the Creation Hub so they could enjoy each other's company a few hours longer before he appeared in a spacious two-story studio that had an elevated bedroom overlooking a workshop housing a small plane, two motorbikes, a hovercar, and a wide array of guns and munitions lining the walls.

"Why so glum, chum...?" asked Vahn, startling Bulma, who, up until that moment, had been slumped on the edge of her bed with her elbows on her knees and her head down, modeling a short, form-fitting red dress that barely covered a third of her thighs and left her back and shoulders exposed.

"Vahn! You came...!" exclaimed Bulma, rising from her bed and practically leaping across the room into Vahn's awaiting arms. Fortunately, it wasn't his first time being on the receiving end of such a tackle, so he was able to catch and spin with Bulma, bleeding off her momentum by revolving a full three-hundred-and-sixty degrees before enveloping her with his arms and affirming, "I told you I would..." in a low, comforting tone.

Separating from Vahn rather abruptly, Bulma slapped his arm, stood with her fists on her hips, and glared at him with teary-eyed fury as she said, "I shouldn't have to call out to you for you to come visit me, you dummy! You can literally teleport! At least pop in now and again to show me you're still alive...!"

"You're one hundred percent correct...and I'm sorry I didn't come to visit you sooner..." responded Vahn, raising his hands placatingly in a gesture of surrender. In truth, he had thought of visiting Bulma numerous times, but since he didn't want to bother her and because he had Grayfia to spend time with, he kept putting it off, telling himself that she would call when she wanted to meet.

Staring at Vahn with narrowed eyes, Bulma was ostensibly considering whether to forgive him as she eventually exhaled from her nose, crossed her arms, and conceded, "Well, you did keep your promise...I guess I can let you off, just this once. But if you don't drop by at least once or twice a week from now on, you can forget about plowing and cumming inside me. And you'll only have yourself to blame when I look for someone to replace you..."

"Well, we can't have that..." hummed Vahn, his eyes narrowing and his expression turning smoldering as he approached and placed his hands on Bulma's waist, preempting her response by asserting, "You look beautiful in that dress. Pink would compliment your hair better, but red is one of my favorite colors..."

"Alright, tiger...keep it in your pants..." said Bulma, contradicting her words by deliberately guiding her crotch to Vahn's bulge as she explained, "I need to introduce you to my parents, and then you're going to help me put an annoying bitch and her friends in their places. After that, we'll mingle a bit and either return here or head to your place once the charity gala ends and people start to leave..."

"Charity gala...?" repeated Vahn, confused but not particularly surprised as it made sense for Bulma's father, the wealthiest man on the planet, to organize charity galas and other high-profile events for similarly wealthy individuals. They just weren't depicted in the anime or manga, as Dragon Ball was a shonen battle anime, not a slice-of-life anime revolving around drama, politics, and Bulma's interpersonal struggles...

"It's a party where wealthy people gather to pat themselves on the back and feel good about themselves by donating to causes they could easily finance and fix if everyone who pretended to care actually came together to address various problems..." explained Bulma, her tone dripping with both venom and sarcasm. Fortunately, none of that was intended for Vahn as she promptly grabbed his arm, regained her smile, and guided him into her massive walk-in closet, housing thousands of outfits and a tuxedo he correctly assumed had been prepared for him...

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