Chương 15: Chapter 15: Training Results
"Today ladies we'll finally purge the sin from your bodies." I looked at Fumiko and Nozomi with a proud smile on my face. Their training had given them a massive boost in power and in Nozomi's case had knocked off the rust of her prior knowledge.
"Yay!" Fumiko hopped up in joy, her massive caramel tits bouncing up and down with her. My eyes followed the bouncing orbs until Nozomi cleared her throat.
"How will we purge the sin from our bodies?" Nozomi grabbed hold of Fumiko's shoulder holding the bubbly girl in place. Her disapproving eyes told me she didn't appreciate me perving after her daughter. Maybe an oyakodon was going to be harder than I thought. Fumiko herself gave me a small knowing smile, her eyes glowing a dark pink.
"I'll channel geist through your circuits and then when the phantom spawns I'll show you a neat trick." If they knew that what I was about to do is highly illegal as an exorcist they'd probably have second thoughts.
There are four types of beings that use geist in this world. Exorcists, Phantoms, Sin-eaters, and Witches make up the types of geist users found in this world. But in particular, I wanted to turn Nozomi and Fumiko into [Witches]. A witch is a person that makes a contract with a phantom to gain power in exchange for whatever they offered in the deal. There are three types of witches: core, tool, and summoner.
Core Witches allow a phantom to enter their body in the form of a core granting them the conceptual powers of the phantom. This is the most common type of witch as the contract usually revolves around feeding the phantom geist and sin from the witch's body.
Summoner Witches can call upon the phantom they contracted using a special seal usually found on their palm. This is the rarest type as usually, the summoned phantom is usually a powerful entity and their contracts are far more demanding and harmful to the witch.
Tool witches are somewhere in between the two other categories. They generally allow their [Phantom Tool] to feed on their geist and sin, but instead of residing in their body as a core the phantom takes the shape of an item. They can summon their [Phantom Tool] in the same way a summoner witch can. This was the type of witch I wanted them to become.
Waltzing over to Nozomi I placed my hand on her soft pale stomach. Her mature body held just the right amount of fat to be plush without taking away from her gorgeous figure. Channeling geist into my palm I felt around the earth humor node looking for the telltale signs of buildup. The feeling of a blockage in one of her circuits gave way as my geist pushed it out toward the surface of her skin.
A thick viscous goo of black sludge slid down her stomach into my awaiting hands. I grabbed hold of the newborn phantom and as soon as it opened its eyes for the first time I hit it with a powerful illusion. The creatures infant mind was overwritten to be nothing more than a weapon that could adapt and grow with it's user. The thing wouldn't have a personality and would only require a small amount of geist and sin to maintain its form.
"What weapon do you normally use?" I asked Nozomi as I paused the creation of her tool. I wanted to know what she would find most comfortable for her as this phantom would stay in this form permanently once changed.
"U-uhm I never used a weapon." Damn I forgot how little that bastard trained her.
"How about gauntlets?"
"Yeah, I've only ever sparred with my fists so that would work." The item that formed from the infant phantom looked like a pair of black opera gloves. Their unadorned design hid their true strength as Nozomi put them on her hands. Her fingers flexed as she took a striking stance in front of one of the training dummies. Rearing her fist back she delivered one punch...
Boom!
The ground rumbled as the dummy disintegrated into splinters, a reverberating shockwave continued past the destroyed dummy and left a large dent in the wall. Spiderweb cracks grew around the area of impact as Nozomi looked on with a slack jaw.
"Holy shit mom that was so fuckin' cool!" Fumiko yelled in astonishment. Her eyes trailed from her mother's gauntlet-covered fist to the massive dent in the concrete wall of the training room.
"Fumiko, language! ...Uh Garridan how do I get these off?" She asked as she looked down at her hands like she was holding a loaded gun and considering the damage one punch from it caused that wasn't too far from the truth.
"Channel geist and imagine it returning toward your stomach." I tapped at her stomach and watched as the black opera gloves turned into an inky liquid before returning to her stomach. On her soft tummy a heart-shaped tattoo formed on her body, the [Phantom Tool] seal acted as my mark on her body and the housing of the gauntlets themselves.
"G-Garridan did you brand me!?" At her embarrassed words, I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Nozomi, it's not a brand but a mark of his love." Charlotte patted the purple tattoo on her flat stomach, a loving look in her eyes.
"Does that mean I'm gonna get one~?" Fumiko teasingly nudged me with her elbow as I looked down at the deep revealed cleavage of her sports bra. It seems that ever since she had her little crying session with her mother she's warmed up to me and I'm not going to complain about it.
"Yeah, and it'll probably be on one of your boobs or your lower back where your humor nodes are at." I felt is was only appropriate that I flirt back when flirted with. I had spoken those words as huskily as possible, my breath practically tickling her ear.
"C-can I change what kind of mark it is?" She stuttered her words as a pink dusting covered her cheeks. I grinned and leaned forward my lips delicately brushing up against her ear. She shuddered under the touch, goosebumps covering her whole body and from under her sports bra, her hard nipples were poking through.
"What can Daddy do for you~?" I had no idea that my little teasing would cause a full body orgasm to ravage her body. Her muscles spasmed as her teeth clenched and a groan left her sultry lips. Her pink eyes turned glassy and her her body fell into me as she collapsed. Catching the falling girl I gently held her body as I cast a hasty illusion to obscure our little scene.
"Daddy~!" The joyous voice of a girl meeting her father for the first time in years rang in my head. Her strawberry blond hair tickled my chin as she nuzzled her head into the crook of my neck. Swirling pink orbs gazed at me with love so strong it bordered on insanity. "I missed you!"
"...I did too, Fumiko. Can you tell Daddy what type of mark you wanted?" When life gives you lemons you make lemonade, and when life gives you a crazy girl that calls you daddy you become a daddy.
"I-I want it to say Daddy's girl~!" Her smile was radiant as her little hand began rubbing my hardening dick through my shorts. "I think Daddy likes it too~"
"Of course I do baby girl, but what kind of weapon do you want?" I had to desperately fight the urge of wanting to fuck her on the floor of the training room as her caramel-colored hand fiddled with my clothed cock.
"A bubble wand~!" Normally I would be dismissive of such a suggestion but with Fumiko's unique ability, I think a bubble wand would work well for her.
"Good idea, now don't get upset baby girl but Daddy's going to need to put his hands on your boobies real quick." I don't know why but I felt like baby talk was necessary to keep her in her 'Onna no ko' mode. Plus it made my dick rock hard playing as her father!
"Hehe, Daddy said boobies!" This curvy slutty looking gyaru is laughing like a kid about the word boobies, is this what they call gap-moe? "It's okay Daddy, you can touch me anytime." This combination is fucking dangerous!
"Thank you Fumiko-chan, I'll be sure to be real gentle." My hands gently slid down her cleavage and underneath her sports bra. Fumiko gasped as my hand brushed up against her hard little nipple, her eyes looking up at me with a dazed look. Geist moved from the palm of my hand as I searched for the sin hiding inside her, and unlike her mother, she had a ridiculous amount.
"Daddy, it hurts..." Fumiko groaned as the sin slowly rose off her body, my waiting hand grabbing the large gooey phantom and pulling it the rest of the way out. "Ooooooh, I feel much better!"
When the phantom opened its eyes second verse same as the first if found its mind shattered by an illusion and repurposed for my ends. Had any phantom city like Hyakki Yagyō found out about my experimentation I'd be hunted like a dog. And if the Exorcist Corp caught me I'd be lucky if I escaped with my life. The phantom tool this time came in the shape of a little pink pipe, a dense aura of geist hanging off of it.
"Thank you daddy, mwah!" Before I could respond the little minx had pushed her lips against mine, our kiss turning debauched as my tongue breached the weak 'defense' of her pouty pink lips. Our tongues made wet smacking sounds and it would've been perfect if the sound of my geist field bursting didn't fill my ears.
"Ahem." Nozomi's arms were crossed as she looked at the two of us and I felt like a teenage boy getting caught sneaking into his girlfriend's bedroom.
"Uh I can explain."
"Okay then explain why you were playing tonsil hockey with my daughter behind my back!"
"Mom stop, I was the one who kissed Daddy!"
"...Daddy?" Nozomi's eye twitched as she looked at me, and I could only shrug my shoulders helplessly.
"You really screwed the pooch didn't you, darling?" Charlotte watched all of this with a smirk on her lips, she seemed to enjoy seeing me uncomfortable. Lord, why did you make the craziest chicks the sexiest ones too?
"Come on Fumiko we're going!" Before Nozomi could drag off her reluctant daughter I grabbed her hand and dragged her into my arms. Like a fierce animal cornered she snarled as she tried to escape from my tight hold of her. Lowering my mouth to her ear I gently nipped at it before I spoke.
"Nozomi, it's okay, I won't hurt your daughter. She's a big girl and can think for herself and I'm sure she'd tell me to pound sand if she didn't like something I did."
"I-I know that but that's why I'm worried. If my daughter is anything like me she'll fall right in your clutches just like I did." As she spoke her lips gently met mine in a chaste kiss, her impromptu confession caught me off guard. Did she mean she's already fallen for me?
"Do you wanna be there for her if she does it?" This milf's brain worked on an entirely different logic as she slowly nodded her head in agreement to a threesome with her daughter. Oyakodon is on the menu boys!
"Daddy~ you and Mommy are getting awfully lovey-dovey, you're gonna make Shar-Shar jealous."
"Hmph as if I'd be jealous of a mere kiss. I'll have you know I give him a blowjob every morning to cure his morning wood, a mere kiss can't compare to the power of Darling's dick."
"Wait, so am I the only one here getting zero action!?"
"Okay, timeout! We'll talk about our sex life later but right now we've got a phantom tool to test." I gestured toward the glowing pink bubble blower in Fumiko's hand as she nodded giddily walking toward a training dummy before blowing into the tip of the pipe. A bright pink bubble formed at the end, and unlike any normal bubble it shot out of the pipe like a dart. The speeding pink missile collided with a wooden target before popping—
Boom!
An explosion rocked the dummy as blades of invisible wind sliced into its wooden flesh like a tornado or razor blades. By the end of the devastating blast, the wooden dummy was nothing more than shredded wood chips. Fumiko smiled with joy as she looked at me for approval. Smiling I gave her a thumbs-up before I read the words forming on her lips.
"My room tonight." She mouthed those words. Looks like Nozomi's going to be there to see her daughter get deflowered sooner than the both of us expected. And there was no way in hell I'd turn down such an earnest invitation!
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