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🕑 Added 2023-05-01 15:18:46 +0000 UTCTitle: Harem is Simply Cuckoldry
The night sky feels brighter than usual, decorated with radiant stars as Orario’s Mistress chooses to cover herself with a baggy tanned-green cloak and witness her Odr up close. This night is remarkable, after all. One of her Odr’s tiny damsels did manage to set a passable event for his Level-up, the quickest recorded level-up, to be precise. A pace so swift that he left the Sword Princess and King in the dust.
Instead of her faithful Ottar, Freya is accompanied by a black-haired cat person. A cut-sleeved, black compression top fits his slim yet aesthetically muscular body. His steel-blue irides glimmer in the night, and his sharp, vertical pupils stay on the figure lying beside Loki on a distant rooftop. Anyone domiciled in Orario for more than a year would know this cat person as one of Freya Familia’s top adventurers—Allen Fromel.
The cat person stands a little shorter than Freya even if she did not wear any heels, but his presence and sharp intent keening from his body make up for any physical deficiency that may afflict him in this life.
“You should have just remained in your tower and peeked on whomever you liked from up there,” Allen begins crudely, his voice graced with the charm of a low, gravelly grunt, as his eyes rarely take a peek at the beautiful woman wrapped beside him.
“And what good would that do?” A mischievous giggle escapes Freya. Her silver eyes retain their hazy quality as she looks at Loki intently. “Loki has a way with words, and she is curious to a fault, much like me. Even if she fails to find anything about my Odr’s Familia, she certainly will find something about his outburst—”
Allen’s furry ears twitch as he smirks. “Hissy fit, they call it.”
“It takes a big man to admit one’s mistake. I expect nothing else from my Odr~!”
Allen rolls his eyes and lets out a nasal sigh.
“Of all the things I could be doing for you, you pick this boring mission.”
“My sweetest Allen~,” Freya blows gently and finally looks at one of her kinder children. The haze of her silver eyes recedes to reveal a brilliant mirth that scratches at Allen’s heart. Her full lips press into a gentle smile as she whispers, “I know you loved the Soma incident even without updating your Falna.”
Allen shifts his gaze from Freya back to the rooftop drinkers. “Your Odr won’t last long if he remains this pathetic. And I won’t move a muscle to help him.”
“What makes you think my Odr needs help?” Freya replies with what one can consider a tone filled with naive pride.
Their conversation dies out naturally as they hear Loki and Jackal discussing his outburst in Hostess of Fertility, only for Loki to divert the conversation further towards Jackal, attracting the attention of the wrong Deity. Freya and Allen know in an instant Loki means Freya.
The thought of some drunk Goddess standing in Freya’s way rubs Allen the wrong way. He does not act, not now, at least. Unlike what Loki and Jackal might believe, Finn did not leave Loki’s side once. Like Allen, Finn is hidden in the darkest corner, but the Familia’s captain will pounce on any enemy that may attack Loki.
But as uncaring as ever, at least for his own life, Jackal’s proud voice reaches them loud and clear.
“Who gives a shit?” They all see Jackal smile brightly and extend his hand toward the sky as if to pluck one of the stars for himself. Just this gesture turns Freya’s stare intense. Her gaze invades his soul as she hears it sing the beat of rebellion again. The brightness of his soul intensifies exponentially as he makes a solemn yet drunken vow.
“Others can look at me. They can fear, envy, or love me.” Freya obsesses over his soft smile and tone. “But I made a promise to myself. I won’t ever let fear cage me. Death is an acceptable alternative. But I will never wait for any so-called heroes or whatever shit others like to tell themselves.”
Allen scoffs right then and there—
“Hnf!”
—but a low chuff causes his body to stiffen. He doesn’t move to glance at Freya, knowing that she may not be decent anymore, and he doesn’t mean her body but her eyes instead.
Lilac tint blooms in Freya-silver orbs as Jackal’s words resound with her more than expected. In her books, denying a cage out of fear or any other emotion is admirable on a personal level. Her fingers would be drawing through her flesh if she did not respect Allen and her image in his eyes. So her digits curl like her toes, her breath grows heated, forming a plume of vapor with each successive exhales, and her nostrils flare ever so slightly. Yet, Freya manages to look breathtaking.
However, hers and Allen’s unspeakable mood devolves into purest killing intent as Loki’s lips seal Jackal’s a few short breaths later!
“Just say the word,” Allen whispers despite experiencing Finn’s equally mighty stare locking on them. Yet Freya’s predicted command never reaches his sharp ears, causing him to look at her. His gaze doesn’t stop Freya from watching Loki and Jackal make out. Her cold silver glare stares at the offending party long enough for Freya to realize that Jackal and Loki are aware of her presence to some extent, yet they choose to ignore her.
This would have hurt her pride if her name was Ishtar.
But she is Freya, and her ego has survived bruises worse than this moment.
The Goddess of Beauty turns her gaze from Loki and Jackal and settles it on a curious Allen, who calms down seeing her lack of craziness.
“Allen,” Freya begins in her usually sultry tone as she steps forward and looks a little down on him, height difference and all. Her silver eyes peer into his blue orbs as she questions with a natural husk in her tone, “Am I pretty?”
“Is this some kind of bullshit women are into? Watching their supposed lover kiss someone else and then asking dubious questions from others?” Allen tilts his head and speaks with no filter. He never fears speaking his mind out to others except an excitable, irritating, and weak ‘nya-nya’ spammer sharing his blood. His words extract an amused giggle from Freya, whose sensual scent slaps him on his nostrils. But his expression barely falters.
“Every mortal and deity in Orario and beyond thinks little of you all, my Familia’s top members,” Freya paces unhurriedly around Allen as he glances at Loki and Jackal, who decide to move their party elsewhere.
“Others think Ottar is into men, somehow.”
“Somehow? You sent him dildo shopping for different sizes again.” Allen rolls his eyes. Only Ottar does everything asked of him. This job, after all, is turned down by every other executive of the Freya Familia.
“They also think I seduced every single one of you,” Freya stops behind Allen, her slender arms wrapping around his neck as she leans on his body until her voluminous breasts mush against his solid back. Her heated sighs further present a sensual expression of existence that no man or woman can ordinarily refuse.
“So, it breaks my heart a little when the truth cannot be far from it,” she whispers hotly. “Even now, my Vana stands tall. Does it make you curious? I know what you truly desire, and the same with others. I know what Hedin truly wishes, Ottar, too. Would you like me to expose their secrets?”
Allen huffs in irritation and answers with his eyes narrowed, “You’re a screwed-up parent, you know?”
“Do you truly seek a parent?” Freya snarks briefly and giggles. “In a way, I am helping you vet someone who could become close to you later. She likes him just enough to annoy a brother.”
Allen takes a deep breath to calm his nerves and inquires, “That so?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You’re childish, Freya. I could break them up right now, but you choose to throw a tantrum,” Allen half-turns his head and stares at Freya’s brows sinking sadly while what can be considered an adorable pout over her lips, if not ravishing. The sight would have given Ottar a disease from skyrocketing blood pressure, but Allen has dealt with one younger sibling long enough to know how to handle the other one pretending to be a young sibling.
“Carry me,” Freya drops the act entirely and sulks as she buries her head in the small of Allen’s back.
“Of course. But I don’t think you want to travel back home, do you?”
“My home lies with my Odr.”
Ottar would have stayed silent about now, but not Allen.
“Sure. Stalk a man and call him your husband without talking with him even once. That’ll get your fated lover…’s tongue dancing against Loki’s.”
Freya’s lips twitch a little as she chews them in frustration, and her fingers pinch Allen’s tail. Alas, he is too strong to feel any of it as he carries Freya and follows Jackal with a remarkably placated smile.
{A/N: Not gonna lie, I haven’t read Freya Side Story. I’m still stuck on SO 1 since I can’t seem to muster the will to read LN at the moment. But I am going to take some liberties with the character since this is an AU world (you’ll know what I mean when Bell pounces on Orario). Anyway, what little I know of Allen from other fanfics, anime, and little Danmemo stories on youtube, he is a certified sibling. He loves pissing (metaphorically) on Anya, and Freya shouldn’t be too different since she can fulfill the role of an annoying, name-dragging-only-fan sister admirably.}
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While Jackal and Loki drift the dark alleys of Orario, buying stray pets for an exorbitant price, a couple of well-known individuals occupy a hidden but lavishly decorated room within the Entertainment District.
Magic lamps radiate a warm pink glow, making the dark purplish walls more enchanting than menacing. Two parties of two individuals sit across from each other. On one couch sits a perpetually smiling Olal Shen. He looks at the fruit platter on the table and warns his hooded companion in a whimsical tone.
“Our host only prepares things that look delicious. But you can be sure if you take one bite, you’ll probably have a tongue up your bum.”
The hooded figure cringes slightly as the two individuals across Olal reveal different reactions.
The grey-haired dark-skinned woman wearing white strips of clothing crisscrossed over her breasts and wrapped around her neck, with bangle-like golden earrings and skimpy gold-trimmed white matching white panties, stares at Olal with her amber orbs alight furiously. Muscles vibrate under her smooth brown skin and flex powerfully.
“Oh?” Olal muses without concern. “Did I offend you? I am known for taking healthy business risks, ‘Bite’ Samira. Of course, I don’t apologize even if I am wrong.”
“You are unapologetic, especially in the wrong,” a calm giggle snaps Samira out of her Amazonian pump of blood as Olal stares at the figure sitting with Bite standing guard.
Her soft brown hues would snatch an inattentive mortal’s soul with a simple glance, her plump pink lips would rouse the desire of men and women alike, and her seductive features look no less captivating than other Goddesses reigning over beauty, lust, fertility, and love. Her long purple hair is tied up by one of the many obscenely bejeweled gold trinkets on her body, including a stunning tiara. A thin strip of pale-green material covers her perky bust, but odd sways of her hands and movements of her shoulders do not shy from exposing her light pink areolas, and loose translucent green pants hang down her waist, revealing a sleek green thong.
She is none other than Ishtar.
“Guilty as charged,” Olal smirks as the peacock-feathered pendant under his tunic constantly vibrates, widening his smile. “Did you expect to charm me after years of failure?”
Ishtar narrows her eyes and sets her gaze on the hooded figure next to Olal.
“What stops me from charming your adorable companion? She will fit like a glove in one of my Bordellos. Did you bring her for me?”
The hooded figure tenses reflexively and notes Samira’s dangerous stare, but Olal chuckles peacefully.
“I pride myself in bringing the most compatible mortals to Familia. And she is… not cut for your work.”
“Nonsense,” Ishtar presses, “A woman’s duty is to breed. How can your companion evade her true desires?”
Olal stares at Ishtar and sighs softly, “Drop it, Ishtar. She is still prone to her impulses. And she paid me a pretty sum for finding the right familia for her.”
The corner of Ishtar’s eyes twitch at the man’s bold tone, but Samira speaks up openly. She leveled up not too long ago, and her desire to impress Ishtar is high.
“Take that tone again with Lady Ishtar, and I will snatch your tongue out!”
“That wouldn’t be good. Blood loss can kill me, last I checked. I am a plain mortal, after all.”
“Then your death, it is!” Samira hisses, causing Olal to stare at Ishtar in amusement as he chuckles. “Are you going to tell her or me?”
Exhaling a frustrated nasal sigh, Ishtar snaps her fingers to calm Samira, “Olal’s death is in nobody’s interest, especially in Orario. He and two other mortals hold reigns over a location that shouldn’t be poked unnecessarily.”
Samira flinches as Olal shrugs.
“I’m merely lucky. By the way, did you enjoy the products? I know you love Millennial Peaches. It took me quite some time to return from the Far East.”
Ishtar remains silent as Olal continues talking, “I also met the man who destroyed Soma’s Familia.”
“You mean to say the Familia you wished to control,” Ishtar interjects with a mocking scoff.
“Had to compete in the wine-brewing business one way or another, right?” Olal grins. “I was hoping to see if you knew anything about his Familia. He strikes me as a man who must visit the Entertainment District. Any drunken tales, perhaps? Or any woman he took a shine to that can get him talking?”
Ishtar leans back in her seat and closes her eyes. Her breasts naturally squish backward, threatening to slip their pink toppings from the strip of clothing. While Samira cannot help but glance at Ishtar’s sensual position alongside Olal’s hooded companion, the greyish-haired mustached man stares at Ishtar thoughtfully.
“Soma Familia’s defeat did not surprise us as much as ‘Svadilfari’ Jackal physically beating a Deity. A heathen like you would have been cheering for Jackal if you witnessed him in action, or so Loki claims. A few of my Bordellos purchase his Lust Potion in bulk. But little is known about him aside from his past as one of the Guild Employees. I am surprised Hermes didn’t inform all this to you already.”
“I don’t trust him,” Olal smiles.
“And you trust me?” Ishtar humor.
“No, of course not. But Hermes is no one’s ally. You, on the other hand…” He smiles broadly as Ishtar’s expression contorts into a scowl. The duo does not speak anything else on the subject as Ishtar tosses a frollet his way, “Your payment.”
“Hmm, from crates of Valis to a single pouch. This item is undoubtedly convenient,” Olal appraises the item with a smirk.
“Then meet Jackal, or set one of your previous customers loose on him to find his weakness.”
“And why would I want him dead?” Olal pockets the Frollet as Ishtar dismisses him with a wave of her hand instead of replying to him. Her irritation is apparent in her expression as Olal gestures to his companion to follow him. But he stops in front of the door. “Something else I should know about Jackal? You look stressed.”
“Leave. You, too, Samira.”
“Yes, Lady Ishtar.”
*Click*
The door clicks shut as Ishtar lies on her couch with her nipples popping free from her ‘top.’
‘Why would Freya call him Gilgamesh of all people?’ Ishtar stares at the ceiling in a daze.
Almost all deities have some sort of prophecy surrounding them. Freya spent years searching for her Odr, like how Ishtar awaits her prophesied love. There are also the likes of the three virgins, Aphrodite, Kama, Astraea, and many more. Their prophecy holds a paramount place in their beings. So for Freya to whimsically call her newly titled Odr: Gilgamesh, Adonis, and even let him named Svadilfari feels… odd.
‘That bitch is bluffing again. There is no way she finds her Odr before I find mine.’
Ishtar snorts under her breath and closes her eyes.
‘Mine Gilgamesh will find me from his throne. His stare will be bolder than lightning, and his words sharper than the worst dagger. He shall descend from his throne without me needing to search for him. His arms will be around me when all of mine is his.’
She recalls the many, many iterations of the same prophecy.
Until then?
She will live her mortal life in the way she understands life in its purest form—Creation, love, and fertility.
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“There are too many kids around here, huh? Oh, by the way, your wine was the best! Though I wouldn’t say the same about the outcome from drinking it,” Jackal lets out another yawn as he stares at the pink-furred kitten and blonde husky eating their meals with gusto. The afternoon sun hangs over the Twilight Manor as Jackal is lucky enough to leave the inner hallways of the Familia building to visit Soma without any disturbance. The prominent members of the familia are either trading and preparing for the next expedition or idly prowling the middle levels of the Dungeon, well, most save—for the rare few, who saw his walk of shame out of Loki’s chamber at the top of this castle.
Soma remains perfectly quiet as he stares at Jackal. And then the Deity stares at the wide-eyed Tione standing behind Jackal with a shade of rage in her features, befitting a minotaur more than an Amazon.
To be fair, she wouldn’t be visible if Jackal did not sit.
And this mad-bull Tione perfectly scared most of Soma’s remaining Familia Members.
“Don’t worry, she won’t bite,” Jackal smiles breezily as the pink kitten flinches suddenly and shivers. But she eats the food without a stop.
“I certainly will.” Tione hisses as the pink kitten shivers further.
“There… there.” A gentle hand suddenly pats the shivering kitten’s back as the poor pet, ailed by something unknown, looks at a tiny blonde mortal goddess crouched next to her.
*Meaow* It cries out a full meow for once and bounces in Ais’s lap as the dead-eyed sword princess calmly pets the kitty.
“Hey, don’t get angry with me for no reason. Loki dreams of it. Besides, Finn didn’t hear us, right?” Jackal likes Tione quite a bit, so he tries to dissuade her anger as she reveals the truth. “Who do you think followed you two and sent for me? Captain cannot be seen dragging your drunk asses back to Familia!”
Jackal looks at her and blinks, “So… Finn saw everything? How the hell did you not fuck him after I gave you so many lust potions as freebies?”
Tione’s anger fades a bit as she chews her lips in frustration and takes a seat next to Jackal on the grass.
“My time is spent better brewing wines,” Soma interjects and nods at Jackal, “Thank you… for yesterday.”
“No worries. If you’re up for it, you can join Miach, Take, and me for some drinking in the Red Lights, but I don’t know if the ale will suit your taste.”
Tione, Ais, and the oddly silent Tiona stare at him as Jackal shrugs and supplants, “It’s just drinking. But many ladies of the night try climbing Miach and Take. They’ll take a shine to you, too, I suppose.”
Soma thinks before shaking his head. “I apologize. But… if it’s a location like Hostess of Fertility, I would not reject an invitation or two.”
“Swell,” Jackal’s grin brings a short smile to Soma’s otherwise blank expression as he enters the small tower granted to him by Loki for the time being.
As Soma leaves, Jackal stares at the pink kitten and the blonde husky with a distressed look.
“Are you going to keep standing awkwardly?” He questions Tiona without looking at her as she hesitates and questions, “Are you going to snap and walk away?”
“As long as you don’t yap about heroes,” he looks at her for a moment and shrugs as Tiona clenches her fist.
“What’s your problem?!”
“I don’t like hearing about heroes.”
“We heard what you did from Loki. We know how you literally broke Soma’s Familia for Lili! How can you, of all people, say you don’t like Heroes?! Damsel in distress is the classic hero route!” Tiona’s voice rumbles aloud as Tione huffs further and sighs, “Tiona, if he doesn’t wanna hear about it—”
“Nah, I’ll answer her,” Jackal stands with a huff before looking around. His words surprise Tiona. Tione and Ais, “I wanted to always ask Gareth for a spar. But he isn’t here. Or Bete, for that matter.”
“Like Bete would agree,” Tione scoffs and regard Jackal calmly. “I’ll take that role happily.”
“But—” Tiona involuntarily cries out as Ais questions, “What do I do? Your pet kitten just soiled herself on my lap.”
The remaining trio blinks before Jackal smirks and looks at the husky, “Your friend is quite the scaredy cat, huh?”
The blue-eyed husky looks at the kitten before staring back at Jackal and nodding in affirmation.
“Woah! He understands you?” Tiona gasps, forgetting her frustrations for a moment.
“He sure does!” Jackal smirks proudly. The thought of killing the two pets rises in his mind again as the pink kitten shivers even more and buries her head in Ais’s stomach.
“There… there,” Ais mutters and pats the kitten calmly.
“Anyway, sparring is beside the point. I will use my supreme power to prove a point,” Jackal diverts his thoughts at the Amazon twins, who furrow their brows.
“We’re level 4 adventurers. I get that you’re feeling boastful after your level-up, but you aren’t close to our level even with that magic of yours.” Tione refers to the secondary effect of excretion—The Shitty Getsuga Tensho, or Shitgetsu Tensho! {A/N: Name is still WIP XD!}
Jackal cups his jaw thoughtfully as he clicks his tongue.
“To be honest, I don’t want to waste my time. It’s already too late to go to the store or train with Take. Loki wasted my night and morning.”
Tione’s lips part open slightly, “You slept with her!” She yells out.
“And I will never forgive myself for degrading my body!” Jackal shouts with equal frustration.
“You got to have sex, at least!” Tione growls.
“And I’m sure it will remain worse than what you and Finn can accomplish!” Jackal rolls his eyes.
Tione’s eyes widen as Ais and Tiona stare at each other, flabbergasted.
A short silence descends among them in Loki Familia’s relatively small garden until Ais voices out, “It is still uncomfortable with cat’s litter on my legs.”
Jackal and Tione continue staring at each other unflinchingly while the husky moves and picks up the pink kitten from Ais’ lap before chuffing and patting his forepaws on the grassy ground.
“He means to wipe it off with grass,” Tiona translates successfully, and Ais nods.
“For the love of spirits, just use a handkerchief in your frollet,” Jackal rolls his eyes, and Ais flinches. She soon retrieves cloth from her frollet with a dusting of red on her cheeks.
“So, you’re saying what you just did is similar to what I could do by getting drunk and desperate enough to lose my virginity to say… Bete?” Tione inquires as Jackal nods. “You finally get it.”
Her green eyes glimmer with pity, and the Amazon nods, “I finally do. I’m sorry for your loss.”
A vermilion-haired Goddess sleeping in a well-seeded room sneezes into her blanket before spooning the thick blanket further with a cat-like sniff.
Jackal sits beside Tione as both of them sigh simultaneously.
“Oi, aren’t you forgetting something?” Tiona snorts as she sits beside Jackal.
“Forget it. No matter what I do, I won’t be forgetting the insult that is my first time,” He shakes his head as Ais stares at the three of them with oddly concealed envy. For some reason, Ais… does not like Jackal seated between Tione and Tiona.
“Did you name your pets?” Tione inquires after a fair bit of silence.
“Not yet,” Jackal shrugs. “I think I will let Lili care for them, or I’ll ask Maria. So, they should name them.”
“Why don’t you take care of them?” Questions Tiona.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Like your hissy fit about heroes.”
Jackal doesn’t deny it and experiences another hissy fit. Instead, he smiles calmly and shakes his head, “I don’t even know how to explain it without sounding sappy. So, yeah, think what you will.”
“Try me!” Tiona snaps at him with her eyes staring into his. “At least try to explain it! I know you didn’t hate being called a hero last night. It’s definitely about the tales of heroes. If you got your problem right, you can surely explain it, too, right?”
Tione and Ais look at the youth curiously, ignoring the curious look of the husky and the strangely sad expression on the pink kitten.
“Man, this is not a safe place at all,” Jackal chuckles suddenly. “Why would I tell you all my issues? It’s the same as asking your problems. Say, Ais, would you tell me what gets you going in the Dungeon aside from the obvious need to get strong? Or you two? You aren’t Oriario-born, right? Kali Familia, is that it? Was that place as nurturing as all other Amazons say?”
The three girls cringe at his words as the pink kitten cries out weakly all of a sudden before falling unconscious.
*Woof*
The Husky looks at Jackal worriedly as he nods, “I guess that’s my cue to leave. So… this was great? Oh, yeah! If you three aren’t too pissed, you can stop by the store tomorrow like usual. I’ve gotten better at cooking. Here, Ais, look alive!”
A glimmering lime gemling flies in the air, only for Ais to leap and catch it quickly.
He gently picks the pink kitten in his arms and walks away with the husky following him, leaving the three top adventurers of Loki Familia to stew in his words in silence.
“If that doesn’t get ‘em to stop bothering others ‘bout their past and stuff, I don’t know what’ll!” Gareth chuckles as he stands on one of the many bridges connecting several towers of the Familia estate as Finn stands alongside the hearty dwarf.
The blonde pallum smiles calmly, “Loki sure likes to mess around. I sensed Allen following Loki and Jackal with you-know-who.”
Gareth’s eyes widen briefly before he bursts into laughter, “Gahahaha! Better make sure to get some more of Soma’s goodness from him before that nutty Goddess destroys Jackal.”
“Hmm, don’t tell Riveria about it,” Finn muses, “Not yet, anyway. She is already stressed about teaching Lefiya for now and taking care of Ais. If she has to worry about Loki, things will get unnecessarily tough on her.”
“Ho?” Gareth’s small eyes glimmer mischievously, “Maybe we should break the news for those exact reasons. Say, yer more than calm about this.”
“My thumb didn’t twitch,” Finn half-shrugs as he leans against the railing of the bridge.
“Hmm,” Gareth blows through his nose before adopting a solemn look. “We need to step our speed, Finn. We still don’t have an 80% success rate in reaching the 50th Floor every Expedition.”
“There are new items in the market that should cut the time of traveling and storage for the long term.”
“And ye had to raise its price to 100K valis!” Gareth snorts.
Finn frowns, “I didn’t think Jackal would be this shameless.”
“The boy fucked Loki and called her the worst way to lose his virginity. Not shameless? He bloody butchered that level of insult and strolled into unknown levels of shamelessness!”
Familia’s captain shakes his head and sighs, “My mistake. I would have asked Loki to use her recent relationship with Jackal to look for a discount, but… they seem to be at each other’s throats even more.”
Gareth stares at Finn in shock.
“Yer kidding me, right? Bete’s got better sense than you.”
“What do you mean?” Finn looks back at Gareth in confusion.
“They aren’t at each other’s throat!” Gareth grumbles and pats Finn’s back, “Be it Tione or your hope of a pallum harem, dude. Just get laid for once.”
Finn rolls his eyes and follows up with Gareth as they walk away.
“By the way, what’s up with Jackal’s kitty?” Gareth’s voice echoes.
“Yeah, she’s a strange one,” the pallum hums in agreement. “You should have seen the husky move like an imp. Both of them are strange, in fact.”
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Alternate Title: Is It Wrong To Cuckold Goddesses For The Dungeon?; Allen’s Got Handful of Sisters; Freya Imouto Edition; The Song of Rebellions Intensifies… so Does Divine Cuckoldry; Finn, Allen, and Freya Saw it All; The Hidden Truths of the Freya Familia; The Pouty Freya; Ishtar and Olal; The Magical Peacock Feather; Holding the Reigns of Monsters; Three Heretic Merchants; A Heathen’s Entertainment; Un-enchanted; Free the Nipples!; The Desired Throne of Ishtar; The Fertile Goddess in Silent Wait; Wine Business is Lucrative; Soma Reject Hoe Grounds; Tione Bites; The Scaredy Cat; The Hate Boner Shall Not Fade!; Frustrated Virgin and Un-Virgin; Soiled Lap; Ais, The Representative of ‘There, There’ Comforter; Tiona, Ais, Husky, and the Kitty: The Spectators to the Great Debate; Bete Gets Shaded on For No Reason!; Tione’s and Jackal’s Understanding; Finn Needs to Get Laid; Gareth, The Speaker for Unheard Masses; Freya Gets Voldemort Treatment; Mysterious Pets; Ninja Dog, and Pissing Kitty; Jackal Can Play the Same Game; Some Explanations are Naturally Hard; The First Harem Member?; Will Loki’s Stallion Rut Again?; Jackal is in For Some Verbal Lashings From a Chibi; Jackal-Sama no Ecchi Intensifies
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Ishtar
Samira
Allen Fromel
Ryuu Lion {I forgot to add her image before.}
Comments
FanHarem
yeah, two years before but the ages of everyone except Ais is the same so they are older than their original counterparts in this au
FanHarem
he skillfully avoids the topic lol
GentlemanMad
Wait Tiona and Tione are still level 4? So this is years before canon. I thought so but wasn’t sure. Also, can’t wait for Ishtar to meet Jackel. That will be glorious.
Alexander Semino
Question, Jackal says he will answer Tione right after she asks "what he doesn't like about heroes?" but never really gives an answer... instead he starts about Bete and Gareth. What do the two of them have anything to do in regards to hating hero stories?
