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Following his time with Jo, Meg, and Sei, which ultimately included both pleasure and business, Vahn was keen to see who would enter after them, resulting in a brief frown marring his face when he laid eyes on a slender, silver-haired woman with long, somewhat droopy Elven ears, green eyes, and a notably aloof expression, appearing in black fishnet stockings and nothing else.

"We meet again..." remarked the woman, Frieren, making her way over to where Vahn was seated and stopping in front of him with her back to the flames and hearth he had been observing, inadvertantly emphasizing her thigh gap due to the contrast of light and shadow.

"Indeed..." responded Vahn, followed by a lengthy silence where he and Frieren simply stared at each other. Their paths had crossed a handful of times since she started spending most of her free time in the palace, but he hadn't called out to her, and they hadn't spoken since binge-watching her anime together.

Undaunted by the silence, Frieren eventually turned around, staring back at Vahn over her left shoulder before she bent forward slightly and used her hands to spread mostly her ass and the base of her vulva, resulting in a thin thread of slightly viscous, crystal clear liquid leaking from her pussy and dripping onto the ground.

Having long realized that Frieren wasn't going to change her mind, even if for no other reason than to spite him, Vahn exhaled from his nose, leaned back, and adjusted the angle of his cock with his right hand. In response, the obstinate Elf briefly turned around, moved closer, and then turned her back to him a second time before carefully guiding her butt toward his lap with her hands on his thighs. Her short stature and slender build gave the impression she would never be able to accommodate him at a glance, but when she was bent over with her notably round bottom sticking out, there was ample space between her hips and thighs, reinforcing that she was a proper adult woman, much like Tatsumaki.

Placing his left hand on Frieren's waist, Vahn took a moment to lube up his glans and slather his dick with her love juices before guiding her to accept just his tip. From there, she took matters into her own hands, starting with a slow, deliberate movement where she accepted a little more of him each time she shifted her weight back.

Feeling his glans tingling with pleasure each time Frieren moved even a little, Vahn exhaled a faintly exasperated sigh as it corroborated what he already knew. Frieren was one of the most powerful Mages in her world, and as an Elf, the purity and quality of her considerably large Mana pool were on another level. In other words, having sex with her was bound to feel incredible...

"Hmm? Did you change your—oh?" remarked Frieren, reacting to Vahn suddenly slipping his hands between her thighs, raising her off of him, and then holding her waist as he began eating her out upside down. It was a surprise, to be sure, but after realizing he was preparing her for a more intense coupling, Frieren promptly adjusted his dick so that it was nearly parallel to his thighs, allowing her to caress and leak a fair amount of drool onto it in preparation for it prying open her insides...

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"This was quite a bit more enjoyable than I was expecting..." muttered Frieren, her face and ears tinted red and her usual impassive expression more akin to listlessness as she reclined against Vahn in a porcelain tub, his penis still pulsing inside of her. She had presumed that Vahn's semen would resonate with her Mana and feel very satisfying if discharged inside her, but she hadn't expected to slip in and out of consciousness or let out her voice to the extent she had...

"I'm happy to hear that..." stated Vahn, gently cupping and massaging Frieren's modest but still soft breasts as he informed her, "Because now that you've succeeded in provoking me, we'll be having sex at least a few hours each day until the Tower opens..."

"Such is the duty of a First-Grade Maid..." responded Frieren, ostensibly unconcerned by Vahn's words as she closed her eyes to enjoy having her breasts caressed. He severely underestimated how comfortable it made her feel to be near him, so while it would certainly hinder her research and Himmel's Quest to vanquish the Demon King, she didn't mind him keeping her at her side and using her as he pleased for a decade or two—so long as he didn't ask her to bear his child.

'Such a frustrating woman...' thought Vahn, exhaling from his nose before lowering his face to sniff the top of Frieren's crown. She might vex him to no end, but everything from the softness of her body, the snugness of her pussy, and her aroma were appealing to him. The latter smelled deeply of flowers and fertile soil, and the way her inordinately long and pointed ears wiggled when he gently pinched her nipples...he felt sorry for Himmel, but he was going to enjoy their time together...

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Though many of his encounters involved at least a brief bout of sex or sexual service, Vahn had no trouble simply sitting, chatting, or sharing a meal with the girls who entered the lounge. He liked listening to people talk about themselves, their interests, or the things troubling him as it not only made him feel closer to them, but after realizing he wasn't some sex-crazed God who only saw them as outlets for pleasure, many of the girls who still held reservations toward him ended up cozying up and initiating make-out sessions of their own accord.

"I must admit...our time thus far hasn't gone quite as expected. Though I do not believe this to be the case, does my slender frame not appeal to you...?" asked a lithe, petite woman with distinctly Japanese features, a white eyepatch with a blue line running diagonally across it covering her right eye, dark brown, nearly-black hair affixed into a thin ponytail, and sharp, matching brown eyes. Ordinarily, she wore an ivory-white military dress uniform top over a dark blue, sukumizu-style swimsuit, but since Venelana had described the event as a naked social, she was originally nude, providing Vahn a view of her modest but well-shaped breasts, remarkably perky butt, and freshly shaven mons. Since then, she had donned a simple, dark blue yukata with a sunflower pattern, allowing her and Vahn to comfortably share a meal and converse about the status of her world's battle lines against an alien threat called the Neuroi.

Shaking his head, Vahn's smile broadened as he calmly stated, "I have no issues being intimate with slender or petite women, but it's barely been an hour, and we have close to five. Of course, if you're feeling on edge, I'd be happy to assuage your concerns..."

"Then I will trouble you..." responded the woman, Major Sakamoto Mio, originating a series called Strike Witches. At the same time, she bowed her head, causing pointed ears similar to those of a Doberman to sprout from its sides as a short, black, fur-covered tail unfurled from the small of her back, just above her butt.

"It's no trouble at all..." countered Vahn, rising from the circular table he and Mio were seated at before picking the petite woman up by the pits of her arms and allowing her to wrap her remarkably toned legs around him. And though he called her petite, she was actually above-average height for a Japanese woman at 165.4cm. However, with his own being an even 195cm, she only came up to his chest while standing and didn't look out of place being carried like a koala despite being nineteen, going on twenty years old.

"I was already aware, but you're very strong..." remarked Mio, adopting a relaxed smile as a hint of red bled into her cheeks, primarily the result of the squishy part of Vahn's left palm pressing against her pussy as he slid his hand under her for support and grabbed her left butt cheek.

"Compared to some..." affirmed Vahn, carrying Mio over to the hearth-facing sofa as he added, "But you're also very light, even more so with your Magic Power active."

Sitting down, resulting in Mio straddling him, Vahn gently kneaded the steadfast Major's bottom and exchanged an inexperienced kiss with her. Like Tanya, she hailed from a world where it was common for young girls to fly through the air using Magic-powered flight units, so she never had a chance to pursue intimacy, having spent seven of her nineteen-and-a-half years of life on the battlefield. This was one of many reasons Vahn hadn't seized the initiative, but since she was evidently having doubts regarding her appearance and desirability, he felt compelled to assuage—eradicate them without a trace. Unfortunately, she was only a Second-Grade Maid, limiting him to kissing, gently suckling her neck, caressing her body, and tentatively stimulating her slit...

"The bodies of men are so much larger than women's...I feel like you could draw me into you and still have room for the rest of my squadron..." remarked Mio, a hot, passion-tinged sigh escaping her throat as her tail ignored her attempts to rein it, wagging excitedly behind her. At the same time, she couldn't help sniffing Vahn's body, his aroma causing the warm tingling in her body to rise from her abdomen like a tree, blooming in her chest and unfurling its branches to her every corner as a potent sense of yearning developed near her roots...

As the ages of consent and majority in Mio's world were much lower than most due to humanity nearly being wiped out by the Neuroi, Vahn's smile cramped at the thought of meeting with the 501st Joint Fighter Squadron and drawing them in as she suggested. Half their members were between the ages of twelve and fifteen, and while that might be acceptable back in their world, the median age of consent in the palace was sixteen, at least for humans and their physiological equivalents...

"They're always welcome here..." responded Vahn, planting a lingering kiss on Mio's left shoulder before adding, "But let's leave adult things to seasoned adults..."

"Mmn...I am aware of the palace's regulations..." responded Mio. Though, as she had been born into a setting where girls sought to start families as young as twelve, particularly those with the capacity to wield the Magic necessary to oppose the Neuroi, she didn't really understand the need for such restraint, crediting it as the byproduct of a peaceful, populous world.

'Perhaps, with the Dragon's Pavilion's assistance, our world will be such a place in the future...' considered Mio, an optimistic smile adorning her face at the almost alien notion of a world where society could afford to spend sixteen to twenty years nourishing its youth...a world where retirement for Witches like her meant being seeded by committee selected donors who, more often than not, were the family or associates of high-ranking military officials...

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With nearly seventeen days passing from his perspective, Vahn emerged from the lounge with the final recipients of his seven seconds of time and attention, Nami and Robin. The former blushed intensely when they were greeted with applause, but Robin took it in stride, beaming in amusement and even offering a bow like a stage performer. Afterward, Venelana took to the stage to, once again, thank everyone for attending before drawing the event to a close with the assurance of similar events and even greater prizes in the future. In the event's wake, the average length of Vahn's day increased from sixteen to twenty-three days as, now that they knew what to expect and what kind of person he was, it became a lot easier for those with confidence issues or inhibitions to approach him. As a direct consequence, the number of First-Grade Maids nearly doubled...

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