Taimanin World
Japan, Gosha Village, Akiyama Estate, Dojo.
Day 4
12:30 am, August 15, 2078, sunday.
Testament doesn't know how to feel about the mission that was given to him seeing he was forced to take one woman from the major clan in Gosha. Any perverted man most likely would feel happy even blessed but he finds it that things might complicate everything. However, he also saw the necessity of it and therefore decided not to dwell too hard on it.
He focused his energy on Rinko as they watched some movie that wasn't too great nor too bad but great enough to pass the time. Halfway to the movie, the curry finished cooking and they headed to the dinner table to have their meal since it was disrespectful to watch while eating unless it's a snack. Testament sat down and gave thanks to the food before biting into it.
"Oh…this is great. Who taught you how to cook?" He asked, trying to ease the vibe around them. Testament paused seeing how graceful Rinko ate and another reminder how lucky he is.
"I have learned them from Shiranui-san since she became our surrogate mother ever since my parents were declared dead." Rinko said and noticed Testament frowning.
"I'm sorry to hear that." He felt the atmosphere grow heavy but Rinko shook her head.
"Stop that. There's nothing to apologize for." Rinko said.
"Still…" Testament wanted to speak but Rinko insisted that she was finding and he simply nodded.
"Anyway, can you tell me more about what it's like studying and fighting as Taimanin?" He switched the topic even though the awkward air was still lingering. Rinko smiled and took a moment to think about what to share.
"Well, our schedule is rather difficult to pinpoint since some of us can be given missions as practical study. But most missions are handled by official Taimanin." Rinko said.
"What about your classmate? Do you get along with everyone besides Yukikaze? You mentioned a friend earlier." Testament said.
"Her name is Kirara Onisaki and she's quite strong, almost better than me in many areas but she has some deep hate for men. I can't tell you why sinces it's up to her but I'm sure you'll be able to help her." Rinko sincerely said in the Testament that she was doing this to make him add Kirara to his harem. Instead, she wants him to help Kirara with her issue.
"I don't know if charming helps but I'll try to help since you said so." Testament didn't want to turn down her request. Too bad he has no way of knowing the full story of why she hates men since Testament hadn't done that much research about Taimanin.
"That's enough for me." They continued to chat a bit, enjoying their meal and Testament found it calming. It felt like he had been in this new world for years but it's only been 4 days since he came.
"I've enjoyed our time together. Maybe we can do it again next weekend." He suggested and Rinko smiled.
"That would be wonderful." Rinko said and they continued to chat until they finished their meal where the two continued the movie letting the food in their stomach digest before they continued their sparring session. Eventually, Testament had to leave and saw Rinko waiting for a kiss which he decided to give.
'Where should I go now?' Testament rubbing his chin pondering what his next was. He could explore the village and see what it has to offer but he was still a stranger and might get into trouble if he didn't have someone with him, especially his passive skill of charm.
Testament was worried he'll smite a married woman's heart. He did not mind a widow as long as they were fine with him but someone with a proper and healthy relationship does bother him.
Among the things he hates, he does not like Netorare or Netorare but does enjoy Netori but only when the guy is a scum.
'How about I test my omnipresent skills?'
Testament was [ Lust Embodiment ] meaning anything that has lust will be linked to him. However, he does avoid passively turning it on considering it will get annoying to sense all lust across Space and time.
He has [ Selective Omnipotence ] where he wields absolute and infinite power, authority, and duty over some subject and anything related. For instance, if the user's selective omnipotence is designed for art, the user wields absolute power over art, all existing artists of the past, present, and future, everything ever composed, and all aspects of art and compositions.
This power is usually associated with the embodiment of a specific subject, such as the embodiment of death wielding total control over the dead and gods. This also includes [ Selective Omnipresence ].
Testament took a moment before churning his power and decided to visit Mirabell. He folded reality like a napkin and found himself in a nearby apartment.
'This started to feel natural as time went on.' He was happy to be able to execute this kind of ability but worried he'll become overwhelmed by it. However, he shook his head and decided not to dwell on it.
He looked at the apartment building and narrowed his eyes, sensing unpleasant atmosphere around the place.
'This place reeks of upcoming degradation.' Testament was able to sense even fate that connects with lust and has [ Selective omniscience ]telling him what could happen.
However, upon his arrival it started to change the fate of the people in the apartment. In other words, hentai plot had been changed that led them to Testament.
'I'm really a living cheat.' He was pleased that people will be saved but it does feel bad that this woman and people will end up with him. Testament sighed deciding he shouldn't worry and focus on what's in front of him.
'Why I do I suddenly feel someone close to me is nearby?' He could hear Mirabell's voice and Testament sweetly smile looking at the floor where Mirabell came out wearing a black top and immediately saw him.
'Testament? Why is it here? Shouldn't be be in Gosha?' Testament could still hear her thoughts and smiled waving at her direction.
'I'll explain later.' Her face widened then quickly calm down as she remembered that Testament can telepathically speak with her.
'I forgot you can do that. Well, you can come up here and have a talk.' Mirabell responded and Testament nodded as he vanished and reappeared beside her surprising the dark skinned woman.
"Hey! Why did you do that? What if people saw you?" Mirabell scolded him and Testament simply smiled.
"There's nothing to worry about. I made sure no one was nearby to see it and even cast an illusion to hide my presence." Testament reassured her and Mirabell still frowned.
"Still, it is still shocking and might become problematic. Anyway, let's go inside and talk." Mirabell said as they went inside her apartment. The place was relatively cozy and warm.
"Have you eaten yet? I can heat up some food if you want." She asked him.
"Thank you for the offer, but I've already eaten," Testament replied with a polite smile. Mirabell nodded in understanding before settling onto the couch, patting the space beside her in invitation.
He quickly sat down beside her as an awkward silence filled the room. Mirabell fidgeted slightly, unused to this kind of situation—she had never been in a relationship before, having dedicated most of her time to her work. Testament noticed her unease and decided to break the silence.
"Hey, do you have any plans for today?" he asked casually.
Mirabell shook her head.
"I've already finished my report. What about you?"
"Well, aside from checking up on you, I was testing my abilities. As you can see, I managed to appear here without any issues," Testament said with a smirk.
"Speaking of which, did you get a chance to test your new power?" he asked, hoping to support her since it was clear she was still adjusting to her abilities.
"I did yesterday," Mirabell admitted.
"It's… overwhelming, sensing other people's emotions and intentions. But it also helps me understand them better—who to trust, when to be on guard."
She recalled the countless times men had looked at her with a mix of emotions—lust, arrogance, and entitlement. It always made her want to pummel them or put a bullet between their eyes, but she kept her cool. This wasn't new; she had dealt with it before.
"Ah, well, let me fix that."
Testament leaned in, and Mirabell instinctively flinched—until she felt his power flowing through her veins.
A strange sensation washed over her as her ability stabilized, the overwhelming noise in her mind quieting. She could finally control it. Testament had only possessed his Incubus God abilities for four days, yet he was already mastering them with ease.
Mirabell let out a small breath of relief as the overwhelming sensations in her mind finally settled. She looked at Testament with gratitude.
"Thank you… I didn't realize how much I needed that," she admitted.
Testament smiled.
"No need to thank me. It's my responsibility, after all."
A comfortable silence followed before Mirabell glanced at him.
"Do you want to watch something to pass the time?"
Testament nodded.
"I'd be delighted."
Mirabell smiled and stood up, walking over to find the remote. As she moved, Testament's gaze naturally followed, landing on her thick, shapely ass. The way her tight black shorts hugged every curve made it impossible to ignore.
With every step, her round, perfectly sculpted cheeks jiggled ever so slightly, the fabric clinging desperately as if struggling to contain her sheer volume. The subtle sway of her hips only accentuated her figure, teasing him with each movement.
Mirabell, sharp as ever, immediately noticed his lingering gaze. A knowing smirk played on her lips, her blush barely hidden as she intentionally took her time searching. After a few moments, she finally grabbed the remote and turned back toward him, amusement glinting in her eyes.
She sat down beside him, the warmth of her body just inches away.
"Found it," she murmured, her voice carrying a playful edge.
Testament nodded, and the two settled in to watch an action movie. At first, they kept a comfortable distance, but as time passed, they unconsciously inched closer. Eventually, their bodies pressed together, the warmth between them growing undeniable.
The air grew thick with unspoken tension. Every subtle movement, every slight shift, only amplified the heat building between them.
Mirabell could feel her body reacting—her pulse quickened, her breath shallowed, and a slow, familiar ache started to stir within her. She knew Testament felt it too; his presence was steady yet undeniably charged, his body warm and firm against hers.
Trying to keep herself composed, she abruptly stood up, breaking the moment.
"I'm just grabbing some snacks and a beer," she said, her voice a little too casual.
"Want one?"
Testament, eyes still locked on her, gave a slow nod.
"Yeah, that sounds good."
Mirabell turned away quickly, needing the short distance to cool herself down.
She grabbed a couple of beers and some snacks to go with them before returning to the couch.
Handing a cold can to Testament, their fingers brushed briefly—just a fleeting touch, but enough to send a small jolt through them both. They popped open their drinks, the crisp sound cutting through the thick tension in the air, and continued watching the film.
As time passed, that tension only grew stronger. The heat between them became unbearable, a slow-burning fire that neither could ignore.
Mirabell, despite normally having a high tolerance for alcohol, started to feel drowsy. But she knew it wasn't just the beer—Testament's presence was affecting her, making her body more sensitive, more aware of every charged second they spent together.
Testament glanced at her, noticing the subtle changes. Her breathing had become uneven, her thighs pressed together just a little too tightly. He leaned in slightly.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice low and laced with something deeper.
Mirabell turned to him, her dark eyes hazy with desire.
"I… I can't control myself anymore," she admitted, her voice breathless.
And then she moved—closing the distance between them in an instant, her lips crashing against his. The kiss was raw, needy, and filled with pent-up hunger. Her lips were soft yet demanding, parting just enough for her tongue to slip forward, seeking his in a slow, sensual dance. The taste of beer mixed between them, but it was the heat of their mouths that truly intoxicated her.
She pressed herself closer, her body molding against his as her hands found their way to his chest, fingers splaying out as if trying to feel every inch of him. Her tongue teased, flicked, and curled around his, the kiss deepening with every second. A low, almost desperate moan escaped her throat as their breaths mingled, the warmth between them growing unbearable.