(Sorry I forgot.)
"Another one for me, Master." Ray slurred slightly as he talked to the bartender and also the owner of the small pub he is currently in.
Ray sat at the bar with a few empty bottles of whiskey next to his glass. The bartenders in white shirts and a waistcoat nodded and brought another bottle for Ray as he immediately opened it and poured himself another glass and immediately bottomed up like a person with a lot of stress trying to get piss drunk to forget about his worries.
Which isn't wrong. Ray is currently having a lot of things in his mind and wants to forget about it.
A quick flashback, two days ago. After the conclusion of the Chat Group Mission, everyone returned. But for Morgan's group, they went to DxD world instead of going to Shiroe's world. Nothing noteworthy of course. Just a family gathering. That is until Morgan learned that Kuroka is also pregnant. Among the thr- four wives, she and Ryoko is the only one left. But Ryoko expressed herself to be unwilling yet.
The TL;DR basically being Morgan jealous that she is excluded.
Again, nothing noteworthy.
He did yet another brutal seggs session with Morgan this time. But he learned his lesson and not involved any aphrodisiac this time.
Again, nothing noteworthy.
What is noteworthy is however, despite all the precautions. Something still managed to fucked up that badly. To everyone spare the details, basically he 'did' Baobhan Sith.
(I can see ppl demanding for the +18. But nope 😂 dun wanna!)
"Damn you author! I will not STAND for this BULLSHIT!" He smashed the bar top and wrecked it. But the bartender didn't bat an eye and simply snapped his fingers and time rewound as the wrecked bar top reversed its damage to a pristine state.
This bar is after all a conjuration of his power, a place to hide and escape from the mess that had happened.
Slumped on the bar top and his head resting next to his glass, his sober mind ponders how he is going to fix this mess. Stopping time and escaping in his mind is not gonna fix the problem.
Perhaps he was really drunk from the alcohol he conjured up in his mind but he saw two identical him in cat form sitting on the bar. One with a golden halo on top and another with a pair of red crooked horns.
"Ray, you are literally the strongest being in this universe. Why bother restraining yourself with trivial matters such as ru used by those pathetic mortals to herd their species? You are ABOVE such rules." The horned one argued with burning passion.
"True." Ray replied with a small nod.
"No! You mustn't be swayed by his words. Lines are drawn for a reason! Isn't that why you divide them into groups? One for daughters and another for wives? What will Sirin and the others say if you did the deed with your own daughter?" The haloed one said in an embarrassed tone on the last part.
"Also true." Ray nodded in agreement with the haloed one.
"Pssh. So what? Baobhan Sith isn't a little girl, she is old enough to make her choice and she loves him. What else matters?" The horned one snapped at the haloed one.
"Also true. I promised them they can make their choice if they are old enough…" Ray realized the trap he set for himself.
The horned one immediately smirks victoriously. "See, he also agrees with me. Baobhan Sith is an adult, old enough to see the right and wrong, yet she had made her choice. Who are you to enforce your justice on her right of choice?"
The horned one immediately looked panicked, unable to come up with a reply. But still not giving up.
"B-But… It's not right…" He said weakly.
"I don't give a shit, bro." The horned one said disdainfully.
"Yeah, me too. People are demanding it. They want an Oyakodon and I'm gonna deliver it." A hand appeared from behind and caught the haloed one and crushed him into a cloud of dark gasses before it vanished.
Ray immediately recognised who invaded his mind and before anything was said, he furiously launched hundreds of shard tendrils to turn the Author into swiss cheese.
"You!" Ray looked with his eyes widened and sobered from his imaginary drunkenness.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Ray, don't forget who created you. If I can give you such power, obviously I could have even greater ones." A familiar man made his appearance on the seat next to Ray.
"Author!" Ray called with his sharp and icy voice filled with venom.
"Geez, such hate." The Author smiled carefreely and ordered himself a Mojito which the bartender quickly whipped up. "Well, not that I am unaware why. But my hand is binded too, Ray. It's time for another +18 chapters and she just happens to be conveniently available." He shrugged innocently.
"Fix this mess now or you will regret it, Author." Ray was seething in anger as he said.
"Or else what? You gonna kill me?" The Author chuckled as if he heard a funny joke. "Sadly you wouldn't be the first or the last. Many of your predecessors tried too but ultimately failed and so will you." He said casually and reached for his cocktails that the bartender just served and took a big gulp before making a satisfied sigh. Then he turned back to address Ray.
"Like, bro. What is your problem? You gonna fuck her yourself anyway in the future. I just put it ahead of the schedule. What's the big deal?" The Author said with genuine confusion.
Ray's brow twitched a few times. "My problem? My problem is you are always trying to control my actions!"
"Always? I only did like a handful of times. Not like I'm forcing you to fuck a granny or Mil-tan…" The Author paused and shivered at his own thoughts. "Neither had I even ruined your life. You are just being over dramatic, Ray." He sighed and finished his drink before he stood up.
"Anyway, like it or not. You already have my ultimatum. Either you do it willingly or I'll make it happen. Anyway, you exist because of me. You are living a happy and peaceful life for a RAY, don't you think? Don't make me force my hand, Ray. Neither of us want to see that happen, don't we?" The Author's voice turns sharp for a moment before returning normal and carefree as he bid Ray farewell and disappear mysteriously like how he arrived.
Ray was left with an ugly look on his face. But he has no capacity to resist. Better he do it willingly to be controlled like a drone. He does value his free will after all. Even if it sounded quite hypocritical for all the action he did before.
Before leaving his mindscape, he snaps his finger to reverse time in reality.
He will bid his time. One day, he will get his revenge. Even if he has to serve it cold. Revenge is a dish best served cold after all…
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AN: Whew, that took quite the dark turn. Well, I will do more wholesome daughter catching in the future. So, stay tuned for more. 👋
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