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Debauchery Hunter

Chapter 7

-VB-

Our recent clash with one of the lords of the HRE made us think.

Did we just remain stagnant and let them come to us - let them dictate the battles to come - or do we grow and take over these Alps valleys and turn them into an impenetrable fortress?

We decided that, even if we didn’t take over a swath of land and declare ourselves a sovereign power, a little bit of excursion into the local area to make our presence known. But if we just went in with our guns, then we had a feeling that we might end up having to kill people to prove a point. We were all for bloodshed if it was needed, but in this instance, it wasn’t. In fact, it may be counterintuitive.

No, we needed to show our power through other means.

… And we had just the idea.

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Today was another boring day.

Chief Dario yawned as he left his home to get to his field to tend to the sheep.

“G-GIANT!” someone bellowed.

He paused and looked towards the source of the sound (that sounded awfully like his shopkeeper cousin), and his eyes widened when he saw giants, men towering over all others, walking into his humble village. He hurried into the village center where the giants had stopped, and it was only then that he saw the smaller man who was with them.

“Smaller” though was in relation to the giants; the man stood taller than Dario himself, who was the tallest person in the village. He panted a little as he came to a running stop in front of the man, and then shivered a little as he glanced up at the three giant creatures who stood behind the black armored and armed(?) warrior.

He was just glad that they weren’t bandits, because the sheer size of the giants with this man … Dario didn’t think any army could defeat them, especially when they were carrying boulders and tossing them for-.

One of them threw a boulder that had been in its hand to the east, and everyone in the village watched as the boulder sailed through the air.

Crooom…

He winced at the sound of the boulder crashing into the mountainside. The boulder had been thrown by one of the giants, and the mountainside… that was some half a league away. He felt sweat dribble down his back.

‘No one can protect us from these giants,’ he thought in despair.

“H-How may I help you?” he asked them politely.

“We’re your new neighbors,” the man in the black armor said as he pulled out a piece of paper(?) and handed it to him. Dario accepted the paper with both of his hands and then looked at it. He wasn’t literate, so he didn’t know what the stylish letters at the bottom of the black paper (black paper was a thing?) and the simple white facemask marked on the paper, which was similar to the one the man in front of him. “We are Marris. We live just south of you in a small valley that extends eastward. You’ll see it very well; there’s two fortified and walled towers at the entrance of the valley. I hope you won’t give us cause to visit again with these fine gentlemen?”

Dario shook his head rapidly.

“Good, good. IF something goes wrong, then we’ll come and help. Have a good day.”

Dario winced as the giants turned and walked away with the black armored man.

… Okay, so today wasn’t a boring day. God, please don't send any more trouble.

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At the same time as our “enforcers” went and introduced ourselves to the locals, we also went to Gimel.US and donated food and rolls of cloth.

Defiant was not happy about having to host us, but Legend was amicable enough.

Oh, Defiant may not have been happy because we also introduced them to our “enforcers.”

They were our neighbors just as the local Alps were, after all.

-VB-

Three of us in bed with Orsola stared at her after she asked her question.

It’s been a month since we’ve brought her and made her ours. There was no question about that; [Cherish] was damn sure about how she felt about us. Only under extraordinary circumstances would she leave us, and despite the assholes that we were, we would have let her go.

One could bring the horse to the stream, but only the horse could choose to drink and all that.

So it was to my surprise, after having secured her “loyalty” and “love,” that she questioned us.

No, she demanded an answer.

“What will you do with that power?”

Canonically depicted as a calm older sister type of a woman, she sat before her with resolute eyes shining in the dim light not of supernatural means but one of character and spirit. Her resolve to question and do something wasn’t hindered by the fact that she was naked, legs were sprayed out, our cum dribbling from her chest, stomach, vagina, and with a pregnant belly that spoke of her earliest stage of pregnancy.

At least, it was hindered to someone like us who could not only read emotions but also were aware of the powers each individual we met could bring to the table.

Because despite how easily she “fell” and became a plaything for us, Orsola Aquineas was a woman of significant magical power herself and even more of a significant personal character.

Three clones looked at each other before turning to face her fully. Naked as we were, she was too, and all of us knew what all of us looked like everywhere.

“I’m happy setting up my own little slice of paradise,” we replied honestly.

“You could do so much more,” she whispered, a little downtrodden at our response. “I know you’re good.”

We snorted. “We brainwashed you and fuck you. I don’t think we are.”

She smiled. “But you wouldn’t stop me or leave me here if I asked to go back, would you?”

“... No.”

“The children here love you, did you know that? Though language barrier exists, I’ve learned all of theirs enough to know that you rescued them all.”

“It wasn’t intentional or what we wanted to do,” we deflected.

“You did it when there was no one criticizing you. Even now when you know that I can’t do anything but be used by you for your pleasure, you go out of your way to cause minimal damage. I saw how you carried on with those ‘giants.’ It is a good idea to keep your neighbors aware of you. I believe you offered them help if something went wrong?”

“And how do you know that?” we asked pointedly. Just as she said, she spent the majority of her time in this room, being used like a sex toy. In fact, the fact that she was able to go out, talk with the orphans, learn their language, and communicate with them showed either how smart she was or how well she could use her time.

She ignored my question. “You can be better.”

“I know we aren’t. The first thing we did without power was get in a war and then run away once it was over.”

“I don’t believe that the current you are the best you will be.”

“Believe whatever you want, Orsola-”

“Then let me be your guiding light.”

We paused.

“You know very well that we can’t, and you know well why,” we sighed. “You know that we’re basically

She wasn’t the only woman in our life, and she sure wouldn’t even be the most powerful within a year.

“Then an advisor. You made sure I won’t leave and judge you. So at the very least, let me help you be a better man.”

We sighed. “This was not what we expected today.”

She giggled before crawling over to one of the clones and sitting down on his lap with her back to his chest. She spread her legs.

“But you are definitely expecting more of me, right?” she asked coyly as she wiggled her ass against that clone’s dick.

… Sexy woman, ugh.

-VB-

Sexy women Orsola and Sophia may be, they weren’t enough to keep sixty of us satisfied.

After all, there were sixty of us and two of them. On top of that, both of them were pregnant. We gave them maybe five months before any long sex became a health problem for them and the babies.

Which meant that we needed more women.

We debated heavily among ourselves, an event and possibility allowed by the fact that each clone could be severed from the Hive Mind and reconnected at Hive Mind’s will.

The original, or “me” we supposed, sat along with nine other clones, each of whom had been temporarily disconnected from the Hive Mind.

“I” spoke up first. “I say we visit Earth Soma.” It was short for Shoukugeki no Soma, the anime where cooks made supernaturally good food that caused otherworldly erotic “foodgasm” responses. Of course, if the food was horrible, then the negative reaction was also equally bad. “There are plenty of women there and most of the main cast will definitely be a good addition to the family.”

C13 hummed. “We don’t have a lot of ingredients right now, so that won’t be good. We can dedicate a clone to acquire the foodstuffs, though.”

“Do we want to introduce another language barrier?”

“We’ll have that barrier no matter who we bring. Sure, we speak four languages right now, but we don’t speak Japanese, which makes up more than half of the universes we are thinking about right now.”

“True, true.”

As the disconnected clones talked, the Hive Mind listened intently.

Numerous universes and their women were considered. Even non-humans were considered, if they were aesthetically pleasing.

Over the course of three hours, pros and cons of five different multiverses presented themselves through their proponents on the meeting table.

And when the clones were all reconnected to the Hive Mind, a decision was made.

Why only go for one when there were sixty of them?