Chapter 114: Questions and Answers. Asia’s Forgiveness. +18

You cup Riveria's face between your palms, jade hair spilling over your fingers as you lean in. Her violet eyes widen fractionally before your lips meet hers - soft, deliberate, claiming. She tastes faintly of salt from the Pacific wind. The kiss lasts five heartbeats, intimate despite the public setting.

"I'm sorry, I will be a tyrant to My Riveria," you whisper against her mouth, withdrawing slowly.

Her breath catches. "Yes, Master."

Your hands slide upward to her elongated ears, fingertips finding the delicate points. Her entire body goes rigid, eyes closing involuntarily as you massage the sensitive tissue with practiced gentleness. A small sound escapes her throat - half gasp, half whimper.

"Remove your robes," you instruct quietly.

Riveria's fingers move to her chest, unclasping the formal elven garment with trembling precision. The dark green fabric parts, revealing pale skin, the black leather collar at her throat, and simple white cotton undergarments underneath. She shrugs the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. The Anchoring Band catches late afternoon sunlight.

You continue massaging her ears, watching her breathing quicken. Then you open focus to the telepathy web.

"I'm aware this announcement raised questions," you project calmly. "Lets address those we can now."

Rika's mental voice comes first. "Timeline for the conquest? We're talking military planning against an unknown kingdom."

"Years, likely. First we need to succeed dimensional travel to your home worlds. Then testing enchantments on elven pregnancy. The conflict will likely start when communication starts, but won't escalate to violence until the current patriarchy demands control of the successful results. Which we can't give to them, it would only result in mass-rape and population burst for the corruption to continue ravaging."

Maria's tone carries curiosity rather than judgment. "Multiple births for experimentation. How many?"

You hesitate to answer, "Enough to establish patterns. Three minimum, possibly thirty... or more"

Yoruichi's projection holds playful edge. "You just publicly claimed you're conquering a kingdom and enslaving royalty. That's ambitious even for you."

"Riveria has the proper heritage and rights to be the crown princess, she made the request. I set some of the harshest, yet appropriate conditions I could think of. She accepted."

Albedo's voice enters, approving. "The collar suits her. When does the contract ceremony occur?"

"Tomorrow. The ritual is simple now, we won't make a show of it."

Erza's mental presence carries tactical focus. "Do we know the military strength of her homeland?"

Riveria's voice joins shakily, your fingers still working her ears. "Standing army approximately eight thousand. Mage corps three hundred. They... ah... they won't expect cross dimensional influence."

C.C.'s tone holds calculation. "The logistics require infrastructure we don't currently possess. This is multi-year planning."

"Correct. Immediate priorities remain traveler rescue, Gate testing, fuel network expansion. Elven conquest is long-term objective."

Bulma's curiosity surfaces. "You're testing fertility enchantments on high elves specifically?"

"Most stories, thus species of elves each have a specific magical interaction. Precise results likely will not transfer to other races. This testing will be for general fetus sustenance requirements and pregnancy symptoms without increasing fertility chance. We want to save the women and their babies, not flood the long-living population with pregnancies that might not survive."

Riveria shudders under your touch, knees weakening slightly.

You pull Riveria by the base of her elongated ears, her violet eyes widening as you pull her forward to your mouth. The leather collar shifts against her throat. Your tongue slides past her lips, claiming her completely while the telepathy web dims into a background thought. Her breathing quickens under your grip.

Your fingers trace down her neck's curve, feeling pulse hammering beneath pale skin, then cup both breasts through thin cotton. The bra offers minimal resistance. You break the kiss slowly, maintaining eye contact while your hands squeeze hard once - watching her gasp, knees weakening.

"Go change into delicate lingerie," you instruct quietly. "Tuka and Liza will likely be confused by this announcement. Answer their questions after you change. Comfort them."

"Yes, Master." Riveria's voice carries shakily between you. She bends to retrieve her discarded robes, ears still flushed from stimulation, then walks toward the door wearing only collar, bra, panties and Anchoring Band.

"Additional questions?" you project across the telepathy web.

Bulma's mental voice returns quickly. "Fertility enchantment testing - you're establishing biological baseline data before modifying conception rates?"

"Nope, their biology is similar enough we simply focus on the magical aspect to increase fetus survival chance. Their conception rates would be better to stay low or they'll overpopulate. I might play around with the libido and sensitivity of Riveria and her volunteers, but otherwise I'll focus on preventing their miscarriage issues."

Erza's tactical focus surfaces. "Eight thousand troops. What's their magical capability distribution?"

Riveria's voice joins remotely while walking. "Approximately twelve percent possess combat magic. The mage corps represents concentrated power - high elves primarily. Rank-and-file soldiers rely on enchanted equipment rather than personal casting."

C.C.'s calculation follows. "You're planning multi-year preparation because you need dimensional Gate stability first, then intelligence gathering, then force projection capability."

"Yep. We can't conquer what we can't reach. Gate success determines timeline."

Hinata's curiosity emerges. "The collar symbolism - making her servitude visible prevents accusations of hidden coercion?"

"Partially. Transparency now prevents complications later, that was for our group. If she wants to remove the collar while in public, I'll allow it, but I have alternative idea for the collar specifically that I'll address later."

Albedo's approval carries clearly. "When the war begins, will you be taking prisoners?"

"That... can't yet be answered."

Silence holds for eight seconds - no further questions surfacing.

"This concludes this announcement," you project. "Resuming navy enchantments."

You close eyes, casting Spectral Hand and Scry - the translucent magical construct manifests, then perspective shifts - flight deck replaced by USS Halsey roughly seventy miles southeast. You cast Teleport targeting destroyer's command center, your hand hovers to a screen on the back wall showing weather pictures, but crossed out numbers.

You finish the Five enchantments in roughly five minutes, the familiar sequence through the Spectral Hand blessedly getting faster, seventeen vessels remaining. You withdraw, blinking as perspective snaps back to the flight deck.

Beside you Sango approaches first, Hiraikotsu strapped across her back, Rika and Sinon flanking her. All three wear expressions you recognize - not hostility, but confusion mixed with concern.

"Brad." Sango's voice carrying careful formality. "The enslavement condition. I need to understand why you made that requirement."

Rika crosses her arms, tactical vest catching afternoon light. "It seems... extreme. Even by current standards."

Sinon simply nods, blue hair shifting with Pacific wind.

"I expected this questioning, which is part of the reason I insisted she make that announcement herself..." You take a breath, organizing your thoughts. "You're partially right. By my perspective the reasons were simple, though it might be different for each of you... Children. Riveria asked me to father tens of children - from herself, volunteer high-elves, possibly slaves. During our conversation, she viewed her own offspring as mere test subjects."

Sango's expression shifts slightly.

"That may not have mattered in your small death-prone feudal Japan," you continue, meeting her eyes. "However, these children - even as half-human - will be born with lifespans of at least two to three hundred years. Born into such circumstances, even for normal humans, it's well-known to be a terrible childhood."

Rika's stance softens fractionally. "Long-term psychological damage."

"Multiply their lifespans with a neglected childhood," you press on. "Possibly add magical abilities. Each one becomes a tragedy capable of ruining thousands of lives over centuries. I've read and watched enough to know what happens when powerful beings grow up without proper childhoods."

Sinon speaks quietly. "So the enslavement isn't punishment."

"Between her and me, It's complete surrender. It's also accountability," you confirm. "Riveria's enslavement won't just be to me - it will be to her children. I will insist on them being cared for properly. As to how that care will be carried out..." You pause, considering the timeline. "I've got a year or two to plan that..."

Sango exchanges glances with Rika, some unspoken communication passing between them.

"That's... actually reasonable," Rika admits slowly. "Brutal, but reasonable given the stakes."

"Demon slayers dealt with multi-generational consequences," Sango adds. "Several villages were destroyed because someone three generations back made various mistakes with demons. You're preventing that cycle."

Sinon nods once, apparently satisfied.

The three women turn to leave, their questions answered. You check the time - still enough daylight for something before dinner.

You walk through the main structure corridors, sunlight filtering through porthole windows as your boots echo against metal flooring. Through the telepathy web you reach out. Asia, where are you?

The infirmary, her mental voice carries warmth. I was about to go help with dinner preparation.

You push through the infirmary door. Asia stands organizing a medical cabinet, her nun's habit modified - the skirt shortened to mid-thigh, white stockings visible beneath. She turns at your entrance, blue eyes lighting up.

"Brad-sama! I wanted to show you, Hinata helped alter my habit so I could move more easily during-"

You cross the space in three strides, pulling her into your arms. She melts against you immediately, small frame fitting perfectly as your hand strokes through blonde hair. The innocent energy radiating from her - pure, gentle, uncomplicated - washes over you like cool water after heat. You pet her slowly, savoring the simple comfort she brings.

"What did you think of Riveria's request?" you murmur after a minute. "My acceptance with those terms?"

Asia pulls back slightly, considering. "I think... she must love her people very much to accept-"

You drop to one knee, cutting off her words by pressing lips to her cheek. She gasps softly. Your mouth trails to her jaw, then her neck, hands sliding down to grip her thighs through white stockings.

"Oh..." Her breathing quickens. "The... the enslavement seems wrong... but if it saves her people... Brad, that feels..."

Your fingers massage higher, feeling her skin warm beneath the fabric. She grips your shoulders for balance, words becoming fragmented.

"The conquest will be dangerous but you're so careful with everyone and... ah... the testing makes sense medically speaking..."

You kiss her slowly, thoroughly, tasting her sweetness while your hand slides beneath her shortened skirt. Her panties are already damp. You hook them aside, fingertips finding slick heat. Asia whimpers into your mouth.

Rising smoothly, you lift her left leg and guide it around your waist. She reaches behind herself, gripping the metal frame of a bunk bed for stability. Your cock presses against her entrance - she's wet enough that just stroking yourself through her folds provides adequate lubrication.

"Master, please..."

You push inside slowly. Her pussy stretches around you, tight and hot and welcoming. Asia's head falls back, small breasts rising beneath the modified habit as you fill her completely.

"Yes... oh yes!"

You pause mid-thrust, holding yourself deep inside Asia's tight heat while your fingers dig gently into the soft flesh of her raised thigh. She whimpers at the sudden stillness, blue eyes wide and confused.

"Brad... why did you..."

You press your other hand flat against the small of her back, pulling her hips closer. The bunk bed frame creaks as she adjusts her grip. Your cock throbs inside her, every small shift of her body sending sparks through your nerves.

"Feel it," you murmur against her ear. "Just feel me inside you."

Asia's breathing grows ragged. The forced pause transforms simple friction into aching awareness - the stretch of her pussy around you, the way her inner walls flutter and clench involuntarily. You can feel her heartbeat through the connection.

"I... oh... it's so intense..."

You begin moving again, pausing between each thrust. building the tension incrementally rather than rushing toward release. Asia moans softly with every stroke, her small breasts bounce beneath the modified habit. The white fabric clings to her skin, damp with sweat.

"More... please..."

Your hand slides from her thigh to her hip, gripping firmly as you increase the pace. Asia's pussy tightens, her body tensing. You watch her face - the way her eyes lose focus, how her lips part around gasping breaths.

"Master... I'm going to..."

You thrust deeper, harder, timing your rhythm to her ascending pleasure. When her orgasm hits she cries out, head falling back as her entire body shudders. Her pussy clamps down on you in waves - and you let yourself go, releasing deep inside her.

The climax rolls through you both simultaneously, her contractions milking every pulse of your cock. You stay buried in her warmth as the pleasure gradually fades to afterglow.

Asia sags against you, breathing hard. You kiss her gently - first her lips, then her flushed cheek.

"The skirt looks amazing on you," you say quietly, stroking her hip where the shortened fabric reveals smooth thigh. "Hinata did excellent work."

Asia smiles, tired but genuine. "I'm glad you like it. I wanted... I wanted to be more useful during healing work. The longer skirt kept getting in the way when I knelt beside patients."

You pull out slowly, watching as your combined fluids begin to leak down her inner thigh. She shivers from the emptiness.

You hold Asia close, her small frame fitting against yours as you brush blonde hair from her face. Her blue eyes meet yours, still soft from intimacy but attentive.

"Asia, we didn't have a chance to talk about it earlier," you begin quietly. "The slave camp we freed and left - you understand that while forgiveness may be a virtue, forgiving itself is a personal decision. There are things that cannot be forgiven. Those men crossed that line."

Asia's expression shifts, growing more serious. "I... yes. What they did to those people..." Her voice carries quiet certainty. "Forgiveness requires repentance. They showed none."

"Going forward, I'd much rather our rescue operations be like this morning," you continue, stroking her arm. "Victims teleported to safety on our terms, then somewhere they can restart. The people we'll be finding from here on will most likely be victims from some category of enslavement. Victims who need to decide if their captors deserve forgiveness, or revenge."

She pulls back slightly to study your face. "You're saying... we shouldn't decide for them?"

"Justice and revenge are arguably the same thing," you explain. "The difference is justice is punishment from a community, revenge is individual punishment. Modern society tries to vilify revenge because revenge cannot be controlled by a courtroom or the illusion of law. Justice tends to ring hollow because the punishment rarely fits the cause or severity."

Asia processes this slowly, her hands resting against your chest. "So... if someone we rescue wants revenge against their captor..."

"Those are situational arguments," you acknowledge. "Each case needs evaluation. But I won't automatically condemn someone for seeking revenge against the person who harmed them. Not after what we've seen."

She nods, then a small smile touches her lips. "You think about these things very carefully, don't you? The right and wrong of it."

"Excessively. These decisions affect all of us." You kiss her forehead gently. "But that's heavy conversation. Let's go have dinner."

Asia laughs softly, the sound bright and genuine. "Yes, please. I'm actually quite hungry now." She glances down at her modified habit, smoothing the shortened skirt. "Should I clean up first, or..."

"You look perfect," you assure her, helping her stand. Your combined fluids have already begun drying on her inner thighs, but the Cleanliness enchantment will handle it within minutes.

She takes your hand as you head toward the door, her grip warm and trusting.