Settling Back In With The Rewards.

Returning home, trophy, title and prize winnings of a tribe of Amazons in hand had been a fury of activity for me. I’d had to wrangle together the living accommodations for the devout women who now worshiped me as their God King.

There were about a hundred and fifty Amazons to house and they certainly couldn't all fit in the Nakazawa household. Since I had the earrings, the problem of finding a place for all of them to live wasn’t at all insurmountable. Given my Kami-given right to decide what was and wasn’t normal for everyone in the Universe, the problem was as simple to solve as it was for me to come up with a thought in my head.

In my ‘magnanimous’ generosity, I decided to give them each a house!

What a gift!

That there were currently Japanese families living in said houses wasn’t an issue. In fact, it was a boon! The polite salarymen, single mothers and any heads of household were casually dethroned by my words and now each household was headed by one of my sexy tanned scantily clad Amazons, now able to command and control said families as they pleased.

It was an usurpation of the family structure, the Amazons as absolute matriarchs and the poor Japanese families under their thumbs. It was actually a pretty efficient way to ensure my Amazons were provided for and to integrate into modern earth society. Thanks to my extortion, I mean ‘legitimate winning stipend’ for being the greatest hunter in the galaxy from Carter, each Amazon family now had a prim submissive Japanese housewife to handle household matters and the stipend from Carter as well as her husband slaving away at the corporate office and a pantry full of canned goods.

Which immediately changed my neighborhood, from the peaceful, picturesque, sleepy street of boxy abodes you found all over Japan to something completely different. Where once the morning rush was over, the street might have the occasional housewife going or returning from shopping or seen performing household chores. Now the area bustled all day with the eye-candy of dusky, or bronze skinned women at my beck and call to serve my every whim.

I never get tired of watching various people bent and twisted to suit my will. Does anyone? I imagine some do-gooder would protest, but the hilarious thing is that at this point without immunity to my earrings, they might not be able to anyway. That 'do-gooder' may even find my lewd actions to be the expressions of 'good'.

But, enough reminiscing! I mentally cleared away the haze of all the ‘work’ I’d been having to do recently which had sharply cut into my entertainment time and was currently walking my ‘domain’ trailing behind me was Maria, and two amazons in tow as a protection detail. My daze faded when I felt the buzz of a video call, fishing it out and swiping to pick up the call without looking.

When I held it up to answer it, I was treated to the bawdy sight of a shaky video of a neighbors yard where three amazons clearly a mother and her two daughters trio, their bronze bodies on display bare for the sun shine on their toned voluptuous figures that glistened from tanning oil.

In attendance to their ‘masters’ were three japanese beautiful long raven haired housewives, their hands roaming the curves and lines of the amazons dutifully spreading the oil over the sun bathing womens bodies in a similar state of nudity, though far more self-conscious of their state of exposure going by their flushed faces, and sparks of lust in their actions whenever their hands slid over the amazon’s breasts, or asses from how they lingered

The unsteady camera dipped showing my mother was lounging in a chair setup to let her spy on the sunbathing women, Kalawarner head between mom’s legs. The fallen angel’s tongue lapping at my mom’s pussy ever wearing that prideful expression she had.

“Oh~ my beautiful young bunky boy, what did mommy do to get such wonderful scenery for me to enjoy! Where did you find these naive hotties baby?” Mom throatily moaned.

Yup, the more time went on, the more I understood and affirmed where my perversity came from. My previous mental image of mom being a rather perky, upbeat personal trainer and loving mother was utterly changed, and I’m not complaining about discovering this side of her!

“Why, I conquered them like I conquered you!” I squared up my shoulders and spoke in my best ‘Toin the Barbarian’ accent, continuing my aimless walk through the street.

Mom’s hips undulated, pressing her mound into the fallen angel’s face with a reverberating moan. “I’m so proud of your taste baby.” Mom’s voice was full of lustful pride. “And I certainly don’t mind teaching the fitness classes the amazons are having the women around the neighborhood attend.”

I hummed, when one of the escorts piped up from behind me. “The women of these lands should be fit for his eminence lusts, their sloth is a sinful waste of their bodies that our god king to breed and by our right of authority over these women we’ll make them worthy for him.” She passionately stated.

Chuckling mom ran a hand through Kala’s hair. “Mommy also likes how they dress, the loincloths and barbarian chic is hot, but their new clothes has mommy all worked up. Was that Tingau? Time for a fashion inspection~” Mom breathily said, causing me to cackle in agreement.

“Aye, aye Ma’am! Hands against the wall Tingau, Toin and the sacred mother desire to inspect their ****.” Maria cheerily chirped while flamboyantly waving a hand, the recently revealed succubus wore a figure hugging button shirt tucked into her clingy pencil skirt that trailed down into pantyhose clad legs and high heels, completing her sexy secretary look.

Following Maria’s commands Tingau posed, hands splayed on the concrete wall, bent over to present ample ass and pride in her pose displaying her slutty outfit in all its glory.

“Gyaru Amazons, oh Toin~ Mommy has a new fetish.” Mom moaned as I aimed the camera at my bodyguard.

It was a fine description of the style Tingau and the other amazon escorting me had adopted. The finely toned body of a warrior was fit into bold sexually charged uniform, she’d forgone modesty with her mostly unzipped oversized jacket that put her heavy bosom on show to the world in her leopard-print bikini top that struggled to contain it, and the jacket was used in place of a skirt, the jacket only came midway down her plump ass and left her frilly leopard-print thong visible to onlookers from the front.

A magnetic sex appeal that distracted from the woman was openly armed with a steel sword hanging from her hip, and in the gaudy handbag hanging off her shoulder were several other weapons.

Maria hiked up the back of the amazon’s jacket to fully unveil Tingau’s desirous derriere and gave them a smack, sending a ripple through her cheeks, the amazon’s body tensing and rocking with the strike while Maria’s lithe hands shifted to kneading flesh that overflowed from her small hands.

“Tingau rump is one of her finest qualities, she’s got a real nice cushion for a lot of rough pushing Toin, you should have seen how these globes jiggled when she walks around.” Maria impishly said, and snapped her fingers, Tingau obediently stood and strutted along the street down to the end of the next house, her hips sashaying and her booty bouncing in time with her steps, turning around she return flaunting her large breasts that my head mimed their bouncing from her gait until she returned to Maria’s side awaiting the next command.

Rumbling appreciatively in conjunction with mom’s more vocal sound of approval. “Oh yeah, it’s coming together. Gyaru amazon battle harem.” I mused, stroking my chin thoughtfully.

It was a moment of inspiration, but it was rapidly coalescing in my mind into something much more tangible than the current improvised and basic use of the Amazons Maria had helped me setup.

A sharp excited gasp came from Maria. “Oh hoh, you have such exquisite taste Toin-sama! Shall I add the procurement of facilities, equipment and uniforms to my agenda when I meet with the Queen for managing Amazon affairs?” She asked, her hips twisting in building arousal at the prospect of what the Amazon’s would transform into. In her hands she was professionally manipulating the tablet to make notes, and edits to her schedule.

Nodding at her words, I gave myself praise for promoting the succubus from being my personal photographer to personal secretary. God, delegation was overpowered. “Yes, though I need some more fuel for my muse! Give those door knockers a smack and a lift.” I commanded Maria.

“Oooh, chop, chop Maria, my hunky boy needs his inspiration~” Mom moaned through the phone, her hand placed on Kala’s head, urging the fallen angel to escalate her ministrations and bucking her hips into her face.

“Yes sir.” She answered, handing off her tablet to the other Amazon, Maria sensually hummed skipping over to Tingau, the sound caressed my ears in a way a literal sex demon only could.

Maria’s short petite stature compared to Tingau’s towering figure let her head fit beneath Tingau’s large rack, the Amazon’s underboob resting on the crown smirking succubus’s head. Tilting her head back and standing on her tiptoes, Maria buried her face into the underside of the valley of Tingau’s cleavage, playfully motorboating the other woman who blushed trying to maintain her stoic demeanor at her treatment.

Bobbing my head sagely, my muse and ‘enlightenment’ deepening by the display Maria put on.

Yes, it was becoming more certain that my spirit animal was succubi. Further down in my second ‘head’ within my pants pulsed, each surge of blood sent the fabric of the front of my pants bulging in greater size every repetition.

Maria wouldn’t fail me, if I committed to making the amazons formally a fighting **** that doubled as my personal servants, she’d ensure they were equipped to serve that purpose. But, the cost, oh the cost would rob me of the delectable sight of Gyaru amazons in all their glory concealed by armor.

This was a dilemma that must be solved!

Stopping with a giggle, the succubus wink at me before reaching up and making a exaggerated sound of exertion heaved the Amazon’s dusky skinned mammaries, then rocking back and forth from balls of her feet to her heels bouncing Tingau’s breasts with pitter patters of the heavy flesh landing back in Maria’s palms and making theatrical noises to enhance her show enabled by the Amazon’s explicitly titillating style that put an abundance of skin on display, and enhanced it by focusing the eye on it’s most arousing features.

That’s it!

I’ll cheat like a dishonorable bastard! My ancestors were never samurai, so not like they’d care.

“Maria, when you design their uniforms, I want you to remember that a normal phenomenon that is beginning to establish itself is there isn’t social condemnation if women were to chose to wear sexualized, skimpy or titillating versions of their work uniforms, in fact women who perform their duties in such outfits competently are viewed quite admirably.” I pronounced forming the first layer of my brilliant enabling of my Amazons and making the world more fun.

Mom from the phone ooh’d. “Oh, you’re right Toin, mrh~ Mommy should get some new ‘work’ clothes when I’m teaching my clients.”

That clicked in the other piece of the puzzle I’d been struggling to nail down.

How could you overcome the issues which such exposing clothes would have in certain circumstances and job fields? The answer was in audacity. “Something else I’ve noticed Maria that will be an important consideration, is that it’s a normal observable effect that scales with the sexier or more exposing a woman’s uniform is, people are innately more compliant towards them, with their authority being the strongest if it’s within the field they are in. Like a group of bank robbers when faced with a policewoman looking smoking hot in her police themed bikini and backed by a squad of policewomen in stripperrific uniforms, those bank robbers would surrender without a fight from the weight of their authority. Or in this case, someone facing Tingau would be struck by such fear by her outfit they’d surrender to her, or be unnerved enough they’d falter if they tried to take a shot.”

Now I didn’t quite want to lose entirely the old uniforms, they had their charm and the juxtapose of one woman in a normal police outfit, and another woman completely slutty one side by side. Giving those women who are bold and knowing their looks would take advantage and give me new eye-candy.

Standing there with her outstretched arms above her head lifted Tingau’s prestigious bosom, Maria looked at me with pure admiration. “Toin-sama, you’re the best boss a succubus could have~” She feigns a swoon, leaning her back against Tingau.

In exaggerated pride I answered. “I know.” Then moved on as we stood there on the sidewalk. “Now, hop up on Tingau and give me a show.”

Tittering, Maria’s wings flapped lifting in a turn to face Tingau, her lithe legs locking around the Amazon’s waist, and she hoisted her body up to kiss Tingau. An act the Amazon responded to aggressively, one hand grabbing Maria’s cute little ass, and the other taking a fistful of her silver hair as she launched a counter-attack kiss hotly making out with the succubus.

Even as heady debauchery took place, I bid my mother on the phone goodbye and leisurely bid us to continue our walk, wantonly writhing couple of Amazon and Succubus following along to provide lurid white noise. I was truly a rich man who could ignore the flushed and perverted attentions of beautiful ladies who wanted nothing more than to spread their legs for his superiorly endowed appendage.

We turned the corner on a block and I blinked to find a girl approaching us. She had long flowing black hair that formed wild bobbing strands all around her perfect porcelain face, the curling swirling locks winding down to bob about the backs of her ankles. She wore a familiar black, white, and maroon school uniform that I couldn’t place, but I adored how her white and black striped blouse drew in underneath her chest, vividly molding the fabric to her big breasts for the eyes to appreciate.

Her heavily lidded gaze was locked on me. She strolled towards us with purpose, her hands drifting down to the bottom of her skirt, curling her fingers around its edge, sinuously lifting it to properly greet me revealing her risque lacy underwear, then a hand skimming down to pull them down to extend the most formal address a woman could offer.

That alone perked my interest, the style and grace jumping out compared to the frequent skirt flips that had come to be the casual greeting which I’d begun to become accustomed to when I roamed the streets.

Giggling as she let her skirt fall back into place, she held out a white envelope sealed with a bright purplish pink wax.

I stopped just in front of her and she smiled politely as she raised a hand to stop me from passing.

"You are Toin-sama, I presume?" She inquired with a smile as sweet as honey and a seductive husky tone.

My smile broadened in response to her innocent tone and her manner of speaking as if she were addressing an old friend.

"That depends on who's asking." I answered softly in kind.

“Ah. Apologies. My name is Akeno Himejima, Rias Gremory’s Queen and my mistress wishes to invite you to her abode." She held out the envelope and bowed a bit as she spoke, eyes crinkled and barely open.

Maria I think flinched at hearing Rias last name, eh I’ll ask about it later.

My non-occupied amazon bodyguard interceded while I was busy remembering who the heck Rias was, she took the letter, examining it for any danger to me before extending it out to me when it struck me who Rias was.

Oh! I recalled that red-headed devil-beauty I’d encountered in my bud Issei’s house.

Not minding the jealous and indignant glare Akeno shot towards Maria. I opened the envelope and read the letter within.

Dear Toin-sama.

It has been a while since our last encounter and your resplendent figure has graced me, my pawn Issei has spoken of his relationship with you at length.

As his King, and in order to maintain our relationship as close as possible, I wish to extend an invitation on the behalf of the Gremory family, to host you at my abode so that we may spend time together in a more intimate setting to discuss and enlighten you to the supernatural world. You may arrive at your leisure.

I breathlessly await your response.

Yours affectionately,

King of House Gremory,

Rias Gremory

P.S.: You may bring along members of your choosing from your entourage if you so desire (Respectfully I’d request that you don’t bring the wayward Fallen Angel). I hope to see you soon.

Oh man… that’s right! I’d only gotten a blowjob from apparently some youthful matriarch of some sort of demon clan.

I’d practically forgotten her as I'd buried myself in the endless mundane pussies available at school. And then there had been the trio of Basara, Mio, and Maria to sate my lust for supernatural sex. But, here and now was some subordinate hottie from the Devil family, throwing open the doors to her home for me to shamelessly invade.

Honestly the whole, heaven, hell and the supernatural existing had largely fallen out of my mind if not for the recent revelation about Mio’s heritage and Maria’s demonhood.

Tapping my foot I fell into thought. Didn’t Issei mention his school was chock full of hot babes? Real jaw dropping women in a crazy amount? Probably the whole Devils’ being crazy sexy like Issei had said.

This bears investigation, and demands a ‘pussy’ finding tour beyond just a single evening at Rias’s home.

Snapping my fingers, all three of my tag-alongs stood at attention. “Maria!” I called out.

Tearing herself away from Tingau, her face still flushed. “Yes Toin-sama!” Maria answered.

“Reshuffle my itinerary! I’ll be visiting Kuoh tomorrow!” I declared.

Akeno’s eyes opened a sliver at my declaration, and she bowed deeply. “I shall notify Rias of your plans~” She purred, taking her leave, her hips seductively sashaying beckoning the eyes to lock onto her.

But, I let her go unmolested, after all I’d be much more ‘intimately’ familiar with her soon, that was a promise.

Maria for her part, squirmed uncomfortably. “Ah um, Toin-sama you don’t have an itinerary.” She informed me.

Wagging my hand, I rolled my eyes. “Then throw together a mock up.” I said, undeterred or ashamed, I’d honestly just wanted to say that phrase now that I have a bunch of minions at my beck and call.

Maria made a sound of acknowledgement, though a nervousness fell over her. “Understood sir, though um, there is a matter we should discuss an important matter regarding demon society since we’re to meet with the Gremory family.” She said, a note of seriousness tinting her voice.

“Eh, we can talk about it tonight, you can fill me in whatever it is.” I waved off the matter for when I would be settled down to listen. Guess that she’ll just be telling me why she flinched at Rias’s family name.

“But!” I swiftly followed up, making a grand sweeping gesture. “I want to arrive to Kuoh in Style! And we’re bringing most of my friends!” I pronounced egotistical, raising my arms into the air.

Maria giggled at my pivoting behavior. “Of course Sir.”

Guess I have a school to visit, hahahah! I’m going to arrive in style, I’ve got the servants, the funds and people to delegate the boring stuff to!

Written in collaboration with Cross C.