AGG: NSS: Akeno 2.5 and AGG: HSS: Quarta 2.5 (Patreon)

AGG: NSS: Akeno 2.5

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Commissioned by Wirdo

Word Count: 1010

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I suppose, there is some appeal to Mahou Shoujo that I can understand, especially at Li Song’s request. True, there’s a certain childlike purity to the notion that somewhat sullies the appeal for some, but it’s undeniable that the same purity can be used to enhance appeal.

As much as Mahou Shoujo are marketed for young girls, it’s undeniable they are dressed to be attractive. Purchasing falls upon the hobbyists and fanatics, after all. Rare is the individual who’d use they’re purchasing power for something that was simply pure and childlike… and they’re worrisome in their own right.

Regardless, upon donning an outfit that bordered between absolute feminine purity and appeal, I certainly couldn’t deny that the notion was worthless.

It was a composition of the miko variety, given my mother’s occupation, but tinged with some gothic additions due my Fallen nature. The red coloring were replaced with purple inlaid with gold, while the white primary was replaced utterly by black. Gone was the long skirt, it was replaced by a layer of black lace and satin that reached the thighs, just dark enough to conceal, but not completely so. Both my shoulders and legs to my knees were bare, as both my sleeves and leggings were detached from the rest of my clothing, made to both conceal and tantalize.

A simple, gold band to hold my ponytail oh-so-slightly aloft completed the ensemble. 

Looking upon myself in the mirror, I understood the appeal quite thoroughly.

It was a ridiculous outfit, but it was one that seemed oh-so-easily torn apart and broken. The wearer looked to be a fragile young woman, garbed in decadence made for battle, but could not withstand its true rigors. It was not armor, because the wearer couldn’t wear such a thing, and thus they were vulnerable to the predations of the monsters they faced. Certainly, there were many who catered to such tastes in certain circles, but until I wore the clothes myself I couldn’t help but understand the idea more completely.

Standing before Li Song and challenging him in this kind of garb would be an exercise in futility.

A very, very exciting exercise in futility.

“Oooh, I think she likes it.”

“Very.”

“That is an understatement, she’s been ‘ufufufufu’ing’ for five minutes now.”

Ah… and it’s all to make another woman jealous, too!

“I think we’re going to be here for a while, girls.”

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When one has enemies, they are doing something worthy of their time. It is a rather ruthless and despicable notion, but is it not true that what is worth having worth fighting for?

I completely understand that most would find it detestable to interfere with the relations of others, and I certainly withhold myself from doing so, but how could I resist indulging in the vice of causing another to feel jealousy and envy when given the chance to do so?

Li Song fretted about the true feelings of Shizi, thus he wished to verify that she’d fight for him if another contender for his affection came before her, garbed in what she presumed was his preference. It was underhanded, vile, and utterly debased, but it lit a flame within me that erased every thought of contention against the plan from my mind. 

I could only smile and smile and smile as I was told, garbed, and awaited the moment of revelation. 

“Himejima… is this necessary?” Li Song’s voice interrupted my thoughts. Our proximity demanded no less of me. I granted my complete, utmost attention. “Must you be on my lap whilst I am seated?”

Of course, he did. Nothing will cause jealousy more than our current position. Garbed in his favored clothes and upon his lap, whilst holding onto his neck, was the finest method of presentation for our little scheme. He must know of the saying of finding another woman in one’s arms, correct? This was, as they say, a step up.

“I see. I… I understand why, as well.” Ah, Li Song is the very picture of innocence. The Huntress had attempted to seduce him and his answer was a chaste date without even a kiss to culminate the experience. But, he remains a man, and therefore after seeing a woman’s true affection, he can only wonder about the truth of his current relations. Something I was more than willing to facilitate. “I apologize for having you do this for my sake. Our relations have yet to progress past friendship, so I please excuse my unseemly request...”

Even if it was unseemly, I didn’t particularly care. Or, rather, because it was unseemly, I was willing to do as he said. 

Oh, dear.

I believe that I’ve found something quite new about myself today that I’d never considered before. 

Did I not only wish to be a pillar for him to lean upon in times of distress… but also a smiling face for him to turn to when all others are cold and wrathful?

The thought alone made my heart race and I knew the truth.

As I felt a most unbecoming smile form upon my face, the door to our room opened. 

Shizi arrived.

The Dhamphir looked to be the very definition of disarray. Her hair wafted above her shoulders due to the power she expelled from her body. A crimson, purplish smoke exuded from her and filled the room with the scent of blood. Her gaze was like that of a ruby that held a sun within it’s confines, making the light of the room dim in comparison.

“Himejima!”

She screamed my name with a roar fury, wrath, anger, and loathing… 

She was a woman scorned, who had her territory infringed upon, and her precious treasure plundered by another. 

Me.

Her gaze was only one me, as was her rage and anger, and not upon Li Song.

What pride!

What shame!

What shame brought upon by pride… only to be utterly crushed beneath the weight of jealousy born of love!

My smile only grew wider, even as she threw herself at me with a howl.

AGG: HSS: Quarta 2.5

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Commissioned by Wirdo

Word Count: 1040

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The attire was less hedonistic than I expected. It was merely sportswear with frivolous additions. Beyond that, my clothing was nothing more than the spats and sports bra that other female athletes would utilize when training in gyms.

Their ‘training’ of course, is nothing special. Nothing more than calisthenics, cardio, and very, very light weight lifting. No melee combat practice, nor time at the range, or even passive tactical recordings and lectures. Given that they’re not combatants, it’s a virtue for them to endeavor to keep themselves hale and healthy, as one’s body is a temple. However, why bother training daily without any advancement towards practical, offensive capabilities?

The range of movement granted by the thin fabric of the “spats” and bra allow for a variety of movements, including attacks. The black, clinging sheet shaped into clothing breathed easily, as expected of something that would be worn during heated exercise, but its main advantage was its sheer flexibility. It clung in a manner that allowed one to fight with full flexibility without the slightest bit of care. Why, I nearly checked if there was some suction technology at work due to how it clung so fiercely and adamantly. Normally, I had to bind my bosom for battle, yet the fabric restrained it admirably whilst supporting them perfectly.

The addition of “armored” elbow length gloves, knee-length boots, and unbuttoned coat granted additional coverage too. Certainly, while certain sections of my abdomen, arms, and legs were bare, I was either covered in blue-and-white armor, or the black, clinging material. 

It was certainly fetishistic. My breasts were certainly on display, whilst imagination would all that would be required to replace what covered my waist to the crest of my thing, but it was less than what I’d expected of Li Song’s vice. It was even practical in a way, despite being mere, regular material instead of enchanted, empowered, and sanctified garb. However, that was beside the point.

I’d expected somewhere along the lines of a sort of leotard in the burlesque sense, given how “magical girls” were clad and the plan to inspire jealousy in Shizi. I’d been chosen for my figure. Certainly, the material I now utilized exhibited me exceptionally, but it was also a tad more chaste that I’d expected. 

Hmmm, in fact, my outfit could stand to live up to the occasion more than it already did.

I turned to the gaggling of giggling girls who’d clothed me and inquired of them the merit of my plan.

My brief burst of insight must have been a gift from God, since the professionals were enraptured by my idea and aided me in achieving it immediately. 

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“Q-Quarta, what happened to the sportswear you were supposed to be clad in?” Alas for you, Li Song. That attempt to hold back on unveiling the entirety of your hedonism was impossible since the start. Divine insight has led to this moment and God wills my victory in both helping and appealing to you. “Why are you merely wearing a bikini in your costume?”

There were many answers to that question that would suffice. Ranging from satirical shows that utilize fanservice as a means to decry what is occurring with animation, to outright fanservice for the sake of fanservice, I could validate my choice with ease. However, the plainest and most earnest one was that a matching, white bikini whilst wearing the white-and-blue armored gloves, coat, and leggings simply served my purposes the best. The truth is simple: I wanted to be more appealing and being more appealing meant being more effective in inciting the sin of envy. 

And, given my body blessed by God in comparison to Shizi’s pagan-observing, non-blessed body, it would probably incite the sin of pride as well. 

Not only that, but Song was staring quite intensely until he caught himself, which was flattering.

Overall, changing from earnest sportswear to the two-piece is simply the right call. 

“I…appreciate the honesty, Quarta.” Of course, of course. Honesty is a must for all those who follow God’s plan. When one earnestly follows divine writ, doing as God accords, they will find themselves blessed in talents and bountiful in all things in life. Indeed, even when one must be lewd, the Lord’s guiding hand is precise and well-measured. Just like the bottom and top of this swimwear, which is incredibly scanty, but nonetheless hides everything that needs to be hidden through triangles of cloth and string. “I-indeed. It is very precise in that… One might almost call it a miracle.”

Hmph, while I would nearly always decry something so mundane as a miracle, I could decry the notion in regards to the garment I wore now. The combined mass of the two could be no more than that handful of fabric, but it supported me with utmost ease and ability. True, quite a few of the more conservative individuals of the church would be apoplectic at the meagre, just-so covering of the garment, but I was blessed with my body and I’d worked extensively to make it the best it could possibly be. Should I be ashamed to stretch and show my curvatures and my tone, earned through sweat and blood, and granted to me as a gift by the Lord?

One needs to work extensively and be blessed to have a “thigh triangle!” 

It would be remiss of me to be ashamed of this body of mine!

Does Song not agree?

I was about to extricate an answer from Li Song, the Aspect of Conflict, when the door to the room abruptly blew apart.

The Dhamphir was a mélange of an outcome of all manner of sins, but I met her glare with reserve and indifference.

She flinched at my approach, not because of pain, but because her emotions warred within her.

Appreciation of the Almighty’s work and her own personal Sins warred with one another. 

Her head struggled to keep matching my gaze, especially given her height.

Still, as I stood before her silently with my arms crossed, the Lord’s work triumphed over the evils of mortals quite handily.

Her appreciation was quite clear.

Truly, God works in strange ways, but quite effectively.

If a mere follower such as myself can say. 

A/N: Double Posted by Commissioner Request and yet to be Beta'd.