*Spoilers*

[October 15th DxD/June 8th DBT]

Since it might have soured Vahn's mood the previous evening, Venelana waited until that morning to inform him about the decisions made at the conference, starting with the matter of the representatives from various factions being permitted entry into the Tower.

"After considerable deliberation, we determined that the best idea was Ravel-chan's suggestion of only permitting those who signed contracts with the Dragon's Pavilion to enter the Tower," stated Venelana. "Those who have their admission paid for by existing Ascendees would also be allowed entry, but that's always been the case."

"Mmn...I'm fine with that..." affirmed Vahn, his gaze focused on Venelana as Misla adhered to him closely with her mouth nestled between his neck and shoulder, peppering him with hickeys as she vigorously undulated her hips from front to back. Ever since their first time together, she had been very proactive, ostensibly in an attempt to secure her place at the core of his harem, and since she was well-acquainted and got along with Grayfia, Venelana, and Yasaka, she was quickly growing on him.

As Vahn filled Misla's womb with another thick load of semen, Venelana took a moment to relish the sensation of her own being filled before red-facedly appending, "The second matter we discussed, as you are aware, is the matter of items acquired from the Tower not being able to be taken from Termina. If possible, we would like to set up an exchange counter on the second floor that allows Ascendees to exchange items they acquired from the Tower for exportable recreations produced using Origin Points. If we charge between two and ten times the item's listing in the Tower Shop in TP, we shouldn't have to worry about our reserve and lending accounts being depleted."

"Hmm...that's a bit tricky since I personally produce the items..." remarked Vahn, taking a moment to give Misla a deep, tongue-entangling kiss when she raised her head to look up at him. Midway through, she began moving her hips again, prompting him to caress and give her left ass cheek a light smack before separating from her lips and holding her passion-filled gaze as he added, "But if it's consumable goods, such as potions or produce, it can probably be arranged. As for weapons and the like...it's likely best not to let them leave and enter circulation..."

"A wise decision..." affirmed Venelana, nodding approvingly and smiling before proceeding to the next topic for Vahn's consideration, eventually having her own turn on his lap after Misla cleaned him for Grayfia and the silver-haired Maid had hers...

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"My mom wanted me to ask when you were planning to meet my family and the leaders of the other Dragon clans..." hummed Aileen, tracing her taloned finger across Vahn's chest as she borrowed his left shoulder as a pillow. She had yet to master her Polymorphic Magic fully, but she could maintain a human size and generally human appearance with scales on her hands, feet, and lower back, allowing her and Vahn to be increasingly lovey-dovey when he visited.

"If it's just a meeting to get acquainted with one another, I can make time at their request..." responded Vahn. "But if they want to discuss trade and other matters, it would be better for them to dispatch a representative to meet and confer with Venelana. I may be the Tower Farmer, but you know well that she manages our day-to-day operations..."

"Alright, I'll be sure to pass that along," affirmed Aileen. Then, using her inordinately long and slightly pointed tongue, she licked Vahn's neck and asked, "More importantly...are you ready to go another round? My insides are beginning to feel tepid..."

"Of course..." responded Vahn, giving Aileen a protracted kiss before positioning himself so that he was seated on her thick tail like a squishy cushion with his hands propping up her pliant legs. They had been going at it for eighteen hours, thanks to his time compression, but since twenty-four was par for the course, he dutifully fucked the gluttonous Dragoness until she was fully stuffed...

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'That girl is going to wring me dry...' thought Vahn, returning from the Black Tower and taking a moment to recover before he traveled to his next destination, Jack-O's and Dizzy's cottage. Aileen had by far the largest Mana pool of any of the women he was intimate with, but while sex with her felt incredible, it left him feeling drained as her capacity to absorb spirit and life essence was several times more potent than even Yasaka's while restraining herself...

Fortunately for Vahn, his time compression could be used for more than having sex. Thus, after meditating and outright sleeping for a few hours, he awoke, restored the flow of time, and decided to see who was in the palace at that exact moment. The first through third floors had become fairly bustling since the end of the last Tower cycle, but Vahn only gave the names there a cursory glance before focusing on those on the upper floors, particularly the ninth. His brows rose slightly when he saw Erza's name alongside several members of Fairy Tail in the bath, but since their usual meeting wasn't for another four hours, he decided not to intrude on whatever they had going on.

'Oh? Are my kittens becoming friends...?' Vahn mused, prompting Sis to open a window that showed Yoruichi, Koneko, and Leone training together in one of the eighth floor's training rooms under the effects of ten times gravity. More accurately, Yoruichi appeared to be teaching the other two cat girls Hakuda(hand-to-hand combat) and Hoho(high-speed movement) techniques.

'I'll have to reward all three of them later...' concluded Vahn, shifting his attention to another training room, this time showing Fran panting heavily a short distance from a remarkably buxom, muscular, bronze-skinned cat girl with long, wild grey hair, multiple scars across her body, and a white eyepatch veiling her right eye. Vahn immediately recognized the scantily-clad woman as Sword King Ghislaine Dedoldia from the world of Mushoku Tensei, who, ever since she was invited to Venelana's most recent lingerie soiree, had been living and working within the palace as a prospective First-Grade Maid, but he wasn't sure when she and Fran had the chance to meet. Her condition for becoming a First-Grade Maid was him beating her in a fair bout, but since he knew she had a complex relationship with Paul Greyrat from the same world, he had yet to take her up on her offer.

'With Ghislaine as a sparring partner or teacher, I almost feel sorry for Fran's future opponents...' thought Vahn, adopting a smile as he cycled through several more displays, checking on what others, particularly the members of his harem, were up to. Xenovia and Asia had the important duty of training and supervising the members of the Maid Batallion that operated on the first through third floors, functioning as the palace's de facto police force, Rias, Akeno, Sona, and Tsubaki were in meetings with prospective or current clients, Ravel was off surveying the development of Termina, Grayfia was training Robin, Venelana was overseeing his farm, Misla was teaching Lupheria, and Korra, Nami, Bulma, and Roxanne were in their respective worlds, working, studying, researching, and expanding their enterprises.

'Everyone is working so hard...' noted Vahn, feeling blessed to be involved with such extraordinary and capable women. It was important to him that every woman in his harem had a dream, ambition, or purpose. His own, he had decided, was ensuring they had the freedom, opportunity, and means to pursue their interests. He also sought to become a reliable father and a deterrent that prevented major conflicts across many worlds, but he could accomplish both in the pursuit of keeping his women happy.

Feeling well-rested and sufficiently motivated, Vahn went ahead with his original plan of visiting and spending time with Jack-O and Dizzy. Jack-O was another person who was hard at work researching Magic and many other subjects in preparation for her world's activation, but as she had as much time as she required, she wasn't in a particular hurry. As for Dizzy, she intended to accompany Jack-O when the time came, but for now, she relished the simple life they enjoyed...

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[October 17th DxD/June 10th DBT]

Following another grueling training session, Vahn was pondering paying Sairaorg's mother a visit as a form of petty retaliation when the muscular man surprised him by revealing, "I was thinking of hosting a men's-only get-together before the start of the next Tower cycle. I'm aware you're a busy man, but would you be interested in attending?"

Due to his strength and charisma, Sairaorg was well-known and well-respected by many other Ascendees. He seemed to befriend just about everyone he met, and both Luffy and Whitebeard had asked him to join their respective crews, prompting him to laugh and politely refuse.

Since part of him still craved the sense of camaraderie that could only be formed between men, Vahn didn't deliberate too long before nodding and responding, "I would. Any ideas regarding the date?"

"We were considering October 28th, as it falls on what would already be a day of rest for the Dragon's Pavilion," stated Sairaorg. "As for the location, we've reserved a banquet hall on the first floor, but we might move to the third for some friendly bouts."

"Alright, I'll be there," affirmed Vahn, extending his left hand for a cursory fist bump.

"Outstanding. With the palace's Patron God in attendance, it's certain to be a party to remember," responded Sairaorg, extending his right hand to reciprocate the gesture before he and Vahn eventually parted ways, the former to meet with the members of his Peerage and the latter to meet up with Misla—not out of pettiness or spite, but because he felt appreciative toward her for birthing such a respectable son...

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"Haaaa..."

After another long day, lasting nearly fourteen from his perspective, Vahn was looking forward to inviting Koneko and Asia over for a cuddle session when he glimpsed something conspicuous on his nightstand, causing his eyes to flash and turn serious. He was fairly certain what it was from afar, but as he drew nearer, Vahn began to tremble as he picked up not one but three separate pink and white medical devices, each displaying a pink line and a tiny picture denoting what the line represented.

Appearing behind Vahn and wrapping her arms around him, preventing her full weight from falling on him using her bat-like wings, Rias hummed, "Congratulations, Papa-san..."

Feeling simultaneously overwhelmed and happier than he had ever felt, Vahn felt like he was expanding from the center of his chest as he turned around, grabbed Rias by the waist, and spun her, happily exclaiming, "You beautiful, crimson-haired minx! How far along are you!?"

"Ahem...there were three positive pregnancy tests..." remarked a voice Vahn was exceedingly familiar with, drawing his gaze to a very pleased-looking Venelana. Vahn felt a fleeting sense of panic at the realization he had knocked up a mother and daughter at the same time, but he was far more taken aback by the presence of his presumed third victim, standing cross-armed and avoiding his gaze with a pouty blush.

"Korra...?" muttered Vahn, his irises trembling as his mind and thoughts raced. The only way one of his women could get pregnant, theoretically, was if they wanted to. And while there had certainly been moments when Korra entreated him to cum inside her and knock her up, he had assumed she was just crying out in the heat of the moment.

Recovering from his brief stupefaction, Vahn briefly hunched over, closed his eyes, and gripped his fists tightly, his body trembling before he raised his fists triumphantly and shouted, "This is the greatest fucking day of my life...!" in a voice that resonated throughout the upper floors of the palace.

Before Korra had a chance to react, Vahn gave her the same treatment as Rias, speed-blitzing and picking her up by her waist to spin her around as he laughed like a fool. She was clearly reticent about becoming a mother, so it fell upon him to reassure her that everything would be okay—that he would take the utmost care of both her and their child, no matter the trials or tribulations that awaited...

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(A/N: T-T-Triple kill...)