Demonic Devourer's Development

"What?" Rosha stared at me, startled. Before her gears shifted, Risha piped in.

"Threesome? Isn't that just a word for three of something?"

I scratched the back of my neck. "Well, yes, but I remember it has something to do with girls, too. My memory is blurry there, but I had a feeling that it was very important, like, ever since I got you all three here together. Threesome… of girls, is it?"

Maybe I should put more effort into raising my INT. Read books and such, so I'd remember more of my original life. I was positive that the knowledge came from there, not from Hell.

Suddenly, with a loud bang of a fallen chair, Yvenna jumped on her feet with the most outraged expression I've seen on her. Her cheeks were as red as her hair, and the finger she pointed at me was shaking.

"What the fuck is wrong with your perverted mind, you, you, you—"

"Oh, so it's related to sex, isn't it?" I perked up. The pieces clicked together in my head. "Sex with three girls, right?"

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"Wh-what?" Risha's face joined Yvenna's in colour. "Why would you ask about stuff like that all out of the sudden!"

"And in front of my sister! I know you have no conscience and no shame, but dammit!" Rosha shook her fist in the air. "If you are gonna corrupt Risha, I will break your damn neck!"

"You can try," I huffed. With 'Liquid Malleability' my neck could turn three hundred and sixty degrees with nothing beyond mild discomfort.

"Anyway, if you are being a pervert, you can at least know what you are talking about. Threesomes are about three people having sex at the same time, not necessarily girls." Rosha frowned at her sister. "Something that one can't have in marriage if they have any damn about their vows."

"Well, I'm not married, and neither are you, Rosha." I grinned and turned my eyes towards Risha. "I won't ask you, but you can ask me any time. And Yvenna…"

Yvenna silently grit her teeth. But I ignored that and looked deep into her eyes instead. Was there something gleaming, something suspiciously akin to enthusiasm? "Blink twice for yes, one for no."

She blinked once, then twice. Then said, "This is the most disgusting arrangement I've ever seen in my fucking life."

I brightened. I thought I got a hang of her now! Somewhat. Then, my joy from a perspective of having a threesome dimmed again. It was harder than that—first, I didn't convince Rosha yet, and second, I'd need to bring Yvenna under heel better. Otherwise, she'd probably fight Rosha, and…

Well, if they'd fight naked, it would be a sight to see, too, but Yvenna would just beat Rosha to death and I won't have her, so, no.

"Did you just… agreed?" Rosha asked, looking at Yvenna. Their eyes met—Rosha's sharp and incredulous, and Yvenna's angry and defensive.

"So what? I can do whatever the fuck I want, and whomever I want! What, do you want to say that I'm some sick pervert, too?"

"No, no. Do what you want." Rosha leaned away from Yvenna a little and muttered under her breath. "Just don't involve me in it, you crazy woman."

Yvenna bared her teeth in a snarl, but picked up her chair and sat back down. "Exactly. That's just what I'm doing. In general—just do what I want. It should be illegal to do what you don't want."

"That would be very chaotic," Risha spoke up. She's been giving me and Rosha cautiously curious looks, but whatever question was on her mind, she didn't ask it.

I decided that this was enough drama for today and switched topics again. This one was my favourite. "Alright, we've been talking for hours now. I'm starving. Someone, get me food or I will start eating the furniture, even though wood tastes like, well, wood. And then we will talk about what I will need in the caves and what monsters there live."

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There's been plenty I would need in the caves, besides the abilities to navigate in the dark. Something to map my route—I could just leave claw marks on the walls, but it'd be much better if I would draw a map. Which was another problem in the dark. Lights were a risk and costly in either fuel or magic items—there were such that gave off light, but nothing came for free.

Though I highly doubted my map-drawing abilities either way. It was, though, worth trying. I was sure that at the very least, the task would increase my INT.

I wouldn't need ropes and climbing equipment, nor would I need warm clothes, but I'd still need a good bag for loot and tasty treats that could fill it on the way to the deep caves. Food wasn't a necessity—I could eat anything, after all—but a water container was. Dirty water wouldn't poison me, and I could get my liquids from blood of creatures I ate, but it was much better with water on hand.

The best bags, Rosha explained, were magical and were bigger on the inside than on the outside. Crafters sewed them from hides of beasts whose bodies were bigger under their hides than outside of their hides. Those beasts were small as rabbits, but punched with a force of ten griffins. Or at least five.

Needless to say, the bags like these costed like a small castle. But since I didn't need as much shoulder space to flap my wings as before, I bought an over the shoulder bag in Tinaris that could fit more things than my previous one.

And while I prepared, Pest reported he was ready to do his spells. Which meant that before I leave, I had one last thing to do—test them. In combat, best of all. How would I do that without leaving the city?

Well, I wanted that spar with Yvenna, so here it went. And after that and a last round of goodbye sex with both of my girls (separately)—to the caves!