Wrought Iron Devil: Gate of Blades

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The first sensation that came as consciousness returned was comfort. The sheets and pillow felt especially soft. They felt fluffy.

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Your eyes snapped open and you glanced down at your chest. Gone was the blankets or Gilgamesh. It was soft yellow fur in the shape of a tail. Multiple tails. You turned left and came face to face with their source.

"Good morning (F/n)." Yasaka greeted you warmly. The leader of the Yokai in Kyoto smiled as though you were an old acquaintance, an odd way to speak to someone you just met.

"Princess Yasaka? You're okay right?"

"Quite, thanks to you and your friends. My daughter spoke very highly of you, especially how you immediately freed me. So please consider this a reward for your part in my rescue."

The nine tails of this kitsune moved and gently brushed you all over. Each one's softness was like a cloud gently touching your skin. In that moment, all of the trouble one school trip had been felt totally worth it. As if to further enhance the experience, Yasaka pulled your head into her voluptuous chest.

"I heard you have a fondness for breasts."

"That would be Issei actually."

"Oh. Well, you may enjoy this nonetheless." Yasaka insisted. Having been in similar embrace by Akeno, this was not an unfamiliar position, but there were some noticeable differences. They both were signs of affection, but Akeno did so in a way that was sultry given how she was. Yasaka's tender embrace of your head on her bosom had a much more motherly feel, a product of her parenthood.

Your mind wandered back to last night. To say you turned it up a notch was an understatement. Cao Cao and his crew largely treated this as some kind of game. More annoyingly, it was callous to those who were devoted like that shadow person who tried to ambush you and Kunou. Unfortunately for them, they took this game too far. With a world ending threat along with threatening those you cared for, you did not play evenly. No, save for making a point of using those copies of true weapons against those fake incarnations, there was no showboating or quarter given. If they were playing a game, they should have realized given your history that you played for keeps.

Then again, the last thing you remembered was you were in bed with Gilgamesh for company. Perhaps she felt she should let her Faker reap the rewards of his actions so to speak. Or she would get a laugh like she did when Irina and Raynare did something similar.

"Feeling comfortable dear?" Yasaka asked.

"Yes."

"Good. You know, my daughter has never given much praise to anyone, outside of her mother of course. Granted, this may be a product that she hasn't had many peers. Kunou has only had me really." She confided.

"You seem to be doing a good job." You offered as a compliment.

Yasaka giggled. "I'm flattered, but the fact remains that she's only had me. Her father regrettably passed on when she was pup. A much younger one I mean. While we remain together thanks to your efforts, the whole affair has made me conscious of that were it not for convenient timing she might very well have ended up alone. Perhaps Kunou needs another figure in her life, and I a mate."

On the outside, you were calm. Inside, the mood was startled. Yasaka's implications were clear. She was seeking a new partner and a suitable role model if not father figure for her daughter. And you had made one hell of an audition.

"I understand that's a lot to take in. And you must return to Kuoh today. Please take some time to think about it." Yasaka kissed your forehead and released you. She rose up from the bed and walked out of the room. One did not need Archer to add her to the list.