(She said she’d take me to her kingdom but I’m still questioning what she meant. Did she mean “her kingdom” as in she’s the queen? Or “her kingdom” as in her homeland?)
They traveled by a wagon that was carried by horse. The road was a bit bumpy, but that didn’t bother Akuma much. It’s not like he was a dragon slayer. Actually, in a way it felt refreshing, awesome even. Here he was riding a fricking wagon! In a new world at that. I mean how cool is that?
(Damn. Now that I’m thinking about it, I totally forgot to ask how she can speak English… Xena said something about having a white spot on your body somewhere. But the color white is the farthest thing I’d use to describe this woman. Maybe she learned it from someone? Then I guess this is her kingdom. Wow, am I in the presence of royalty right now? If that’s the case, then I should probably steal a cool vase or something. Never know when I’ll need it.)
It took about 30 minutes, give or take, to arrive at their destination, which Akuma could tell immediately from the huge commotion outside. He couldn’t make out everything they were saying -with how many they were- but he got the general gist of it. From what he could make out, it sounded like they were welcoming someone important back, and with such passion in their hearts too. Holy hell, you’d think these people were welcoming a war hero or something.
(Yeah. Definitely a princess or something.)
The wagon stopped just in front of a large Chinese themed palace. It wasn’t the most beautiful or anything, but anyone could tell right away that someone of high importance lived here.
(Do I even need more proof than this?)
Greeting them at the entrance were three monks, triplets if you’re curious of such details. They wore near identical brown and black robes and like most monks, they were bald. Heh. Baldies.
“Welcome back, Lady Tripitaka.” they greeted in perfect unison.
(Okay. This definitely confirms it.)
“It’s good to be back. Please prepare a bath and change of clothes for the boy.”
“Consider it done.”
Then they disappeared into thin air.
That was by far the coolest thing Akuma saw all day. It even trumps the spaceship he’d seen earlier with Finral.
“Wait! What do you mean ‘change of clothes’?! Is there something wrong with the ones I have now?”
I mean sure, he was still wearing his school uniform, but was that really a problem? Isn’t that what most Isekai main characters wear for the rest of the show? Unless they happen to join a guild or something, they almost never change out of their uniform or tracksuits. Can’t we all just have our own taste in fashion, woman?!
“It looks almost like the Chamelot Academy’s uniform. No disrespect to King Arthur, but personally I think that uniform is in horrible taste. You will change into a kimono.”
“Rude! I don’t know who that is, but you better apologize to all the unforms in the world. You don’t get to disrespect them like that! I mean who do you even think you are? SO what if you’re a little rich? Also, I’m not changing. You can’t make me!”
Later that day, she very much did make him.
***
In the Kingdom of Tang, there is a small palace owned by a woman named Sanzang Tang. This palace is simply one of her many bathhouses around the Kingdom. Nonetheless, this is a sacred space all the same.
As her name suggests, she is a part of the royal family.
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Ordinarily, a princess wouldn’t dare dream of one day ascending to the throne. Such a thing was thought of as a man’s job. But due to unfortunate circumstances, she is actually the current ruler of Tang. She is not only a beacon for her people, but an intimidating force to her enemies. And she must be careful to stay that way within their eyes.
Currently, that very woman is groping an innocent teenage boy. His name is Akuma Tiryns. His age is 17. Well, I suppose he’ll be turning 18 this April the 3rd. Only about two months away actually. Still, his situation is very dire.
He is trapped in a rather large bath, one that could easily fit several families, with just one other person. That person being a very sexy woman that any man would kill for. Her ample breast pressed firmly on his back, separated only by a thin towel. She groped around his toned and muscular body until finally easing off his back, only to begin groping there instead.
Now you’re probably asking how he got himself in such a situation. And to be honest, I’m not all that sure myself.
It started when Sanzang told him she felt dirty from killing that maid girl earlier, Polyxena I think her name was. And so, she wanted to wash up.
Sounds reasonable. So far, we’re all on the same page.
Where I might lose you is afterwords, where she dragged him by the head to come join her, saying she wanted to check his body
I’m no expert, lawyer or anything of the sorts, but I’m fairly certain that has to be some kind of assault, no? This woman is a criminal, and she must be dealt with! And to add to her charges, she’s now groping his back, gently maneuvering her finger across as they soaked in the hot springs, whispering in his ear, “My, you have such defined muscles.”
“Gee… thanks…” Akuma answered, a bit creeped out. Was this the lucky lecture scenario played out by all the anime he’s seen? If so, he could’ve at least gotten some warning.
(I’m sorry Alice. I’m trying my best to resist but she’s too strong.) he thought in a sobbing and sniffling tone.
“Hm... What’s this scar doing here?” she asked, circling a small wound around his lower back. It was a piercing wound that originated from his gut, drilling straight through the other side.
“Not sure… I’ve had this wound for as long as I can remember.
“As long as you can remember… And how long is that?”
“Uhh… I guess since I was seven.”
“Seven?!” She exclaimed, jumping with confusion. “I-Isn’t that awfully late for your first memory?”
“I guess you’re right… Honestly, I hadn’t put that much thought into it.”
“Fu-fu. Enough talk about that…” she whispered in his ears gently. “…I wouldn’t suppose your ticklish?”
(UNHAND ME YOU CRIMINAL!)
Before he had the luxury of answering, it was already over. Tripitaka, who was previously migrating her fingers up and down his back, was now violating his sides, forcing laughter from his lungs… Well that was the plan. Unfortunately for her, Akuma wasn’t ticklish. “Wait…are you not-?”
“Nope!”
In an instant the roles were reversed, he “flipped the script” as one might say. She hollered and begged for sweet relief, but he didn’t stop. In fact, I’d go as far as to say her cries only fueled his drive further. She tried to splash water on him, but that too, didn’t stop him.
That moment of superiority ended quickly, however. Perhaps she remembered how overpowered she was.
“You went completely overboard, boy.” she pouty, resting on top of the hot spring’s edges.
“Sorry ma’am…” He answered, a large bump poking from his head as he apologized in standard seiza position. And yes, he did so while still being in the bath. “…Isn’t it time you stop addressing me as boy? It feels kinda weird since we’ve bathed together.”
“Hm… I suppose you’re right. Then I shall start calling you by your name. Tenshi.”
“Eh?”
“I said, I’ll start calling you by your name. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“No-no. What did you call me?”
“…Tenshi? …Your name?”
“Negative, ma’am. I’m Akuma. Tenshi’s my brother… I thought you said you knew everything about me. Are you a con artist?”
His words had no meaning behind them but to simply fix a misunderstanding. Yet, they rang Tripitaka’s ears like bells. In a concerning tone she asked, “W-What’s your brother’s last name?”
“Tiryns… Why?”
“And what’s your last name?”
“Uhm… the same as his, Tiryns. Did something happen?”
Just then, the gears in her mind began to turn, and at rapid speeds. She laid out all her memories to examine. Haven been the princess of the royal family of Tang, the previous ruler shared their families sacred text with her. It was an account of “The Prophecy”. A tale that prophecies the end of the world, as well as all humans residing in it. According to that sacred text, a boy will one day arrive in Gaia, and end the peace given to man by God. His hair is as golden as the sun’s brilliance, in his left hand, the holy blade forged by God himself, and in his right a fist filled with hatred. That boy’s name is Tenshi Tiryns, given to him by his father.
That was the prophecy she’d read, studied and lived by. The very one given to their family centuries ago by a wise sage. And yet, nothing seemed to have matched. Try as she might, she couldn’t find any answers. This formula simply had no viable conclusion.
But how could it? After all… Tenshi doesn’t have a brother. In fact, the name “Akuma” is nowhere to be found in “The Prophecy”.
“Hey, are you even listening?” Akuma called out, seeing that Tripitaka was in a daze.
“Huh? Oh. Sorry about that… I think I’ve been in the bath too long… Akuma. Meet me in the living room when you’re done.”
“Yes ma’am.”