Trade city of Dusk Lumen.

Pef and the ant warrior T'lik arrived at the city gates dressed as merchants, and followed by a hundred ant soldiers, all marching in eerie step.

"Halt! Name and business?" the devil guard demanded arrogantly.

Pef flared his qi for a second, just enough to impart detterence. "Rogue Trader Pef. And my merchandise." he explained in a mild voice.

The guard nodded respectfully. " Magrave Silentia does need more slaves...okay" then gestured to his fellow guards to open the gates.

As thus, Pef entered the devil city without a fight and marched onwards till he reached the Magrave keep.

A sumptuously dressed deviltress waited beside the keep entrance, lounging carelessly on a bench.

"Slaves? Perhaps trained ones?" she asked in a bored voice.

Pef nodded and smiled widely.

"Very well. I'll guide them to the training pits. You can barter with sis, while I enjoy a few matches." the woman said with a grin, and walked inside the keep trippingly.

Pef stared at her seductive posterior for a second, before he shook his head and entered the main keep, while T'lik and the 'slave' ants followed the devil woman towards the fighting pits.

Of course the devils would need to test and asses the merchandise before buying. Only natural.

A Tier 2 devil appeared by his side as he entered the main hall. "You seem dangerous." the devil remarked casually.

"Eh. Perhaps. But only if I don't get the price I want." Pef replied with a blinding smile and a kind voice.

His escort, whom was likely the guard captain or such nodded. "That's exactly what I said, Trader. Magrave will arrive momentarily."

Pef used the time to admire the luxurious hall, decorated with master-class paintings, friezes and bas-reliefs. Literally tons of precious gems, rare metals and even qi infused jades stones decorated some art work, making it even more valuable.

'Seems we did come to the right place. This Magrave should be rich enough to purchase a billion soldiers.' Pef thought to himself.

'Only if she wants them. Make sure she wants them.' the glove replied in a caustic tone.

Pef sighed and settled to wait. The deviltress was no doubt taking a long, warm, foamy bath while enjoying the power of keeping the strange visitor waiting at her pleasure.

An hour later, with a strange qi flash the Margave throne was suddenly occupied.

"I do like the slave soldiers. But they're a mere curiosity for gladiator games. And their strength is...pretty good for their low cultivation." Silentia proclaimed in a regal voice.

Well, a planetary magravate was more powerful than most kings, and she was also a Tier 3, or San-daima in local speech.

"I know, Magrave. I do have more like them. Millions." Pef answered without raising his eyes.

"Millions...now that's a number I do love very much. Sis, how many would you need to quell those upstart naga barbarians to the north?" the deviltress murmured in a curious tone.

"Oh? A present? For me? By the Archdevils!" a young voice replied in a sultry voice.

Pef glanced at the source, and almost lost his breath. Legs to die for, and hips to lose sleep over. And her face...it was pure art, if someone was really appreciative of DxD as art.

He checked the big sister's, and she was even prettier, if that was even possible.

His blood rushed to his head for a second and Pef had to look away, before he lost all control.

'Oh? Perhaps a few more wives?' the glove teased him mercilessly.

Pef sighed inward, but secretly approved. He didn't travel a billion light-years to find more wives, but if the opportunity arrived, well. Why not?

"90 millions I believe. Too bad there aren't some of higher rank..." the younger sister replied after a minute of calculation.

"Shadow ants do rank pretty fast in combat. If they survive. Umbrakinesis is decent, but more suited for underground and subterfuge combat." Pef explained politely.

"See sister? Do try and keep the poor ants alive. They'll cost me a small fortune, I expect." the Magrave muttered with a slight wince.

"Transportation void vessels, as well as feed and weapons are all sold separately." Pef continued with a wide grin.

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The Magrave sighed and waved him closer. "Yes...as always..." she said in a more subdued tone.

"If you would be so kind Magrave, and propose an initial low price that I'll undoubtedly refuse." Pef said in a slimy voice.

Silentia sobbed a little and took out a large vellum book, and began writing.

A week later, the first reports from the northern constellation began to arrive, with great victories for the devil side, and quite minimal losses to the slave army.

Furthermore, thousands of the slave ants had already ascended towards the Monarch rank, increasing their value a dozen times.

The Magrave invited Pef for a new negotiation, as she no doubt began having a bit more grandiose dreams, with this large, obedient and disposable army at her command.

"Trader Pef. Or should I simply call you Pef? We'll be collaborating for a long time, I suspect." the deviltress said in a noble tone.

"Not very long, Magrave. Now that my merchandise has proved its value, I expect more Dynasty nobles to contact me for cannon fodder troops." Pef replied politely, and drew back a little.

"Ah. But we could be such good friends, my dear Pef. Perhaps you've noticed I never found a worthy husband?" Silentia whispered in a low voice, with a serious undertone.

Pef rose an eyebrow. "Buying slaves will not suffice to achieve a Barony status, Silentia. You'd need a dozen major worlds to apply at the court. And then the Baron strength challenge. You're absolutely beautiful, so your opponent will likely not kill you, but you won't like being a submissive concubine for a Baron."

The woman nodded wisely. "You're right. But, you could champion for me, my dear Pef. You are strong, right?" she asked in a slightly challenging voice and a piercing look.

Pef look into her eyes and blinked, a bit confused.

'Say yes!' the glove exclaimed in a victorious tone.

"I am quite strong, yes. Do you like me though?" Pef asked in a curious tone.

Silentia blushed a bit. "I just asked you to marry me, idiot!" she replied in a high pitch voice.

The idiot nodded wisely. "It seemed so to me, but I wanted to be sure...sure."

"Why n...you said yes?" the deviltress said in a tight voice.

"Why not? You're really pretty and..." Pef stared to say as the woman jumped into his arms and began kissing him.

In a minute, they were both groping and fondling each other, exploring the other's body.

Silentia dragged him into her bedroom and on top of her as she fell down onto her soft bed.

Soon enough, the room was filled with moans.

Much later, Pef woke up with his face englobed by two nice plump breasts.

'I have a devil wife...' he muttered inward, and he began suckling the juicy peaks.

'And she has two sisters.' the orange glove added as encouragement.

Pef turned over, placing Silentia on top of him. In the doorway, the two devil sisters were blinking at him with wide eyes.

"Your sisters are here." he murmured into her chest.

"I want a Barony too" Strella demanded in a childish voice.

She was quite a decent troop commander, so Pef didn't mind. The Northern worlds were all under occupation now, under her leadership. Not a single major world though, only backwater planets.

"A Barony sounds nice." the third sister mused out loud.

Pef glanced up, to see how Silentia would react.

But she just sighed in defeat. "They always want me to share..." she explained in a pitiful tone.

Pef sighed as well. Family was like that. "I think Strella would make a decent Baron, with an army behind her. But..."

"..."

Pef didn't even know the third sister's name, her being a rather solitary person, mostly interested in arts. And gladiators.

"Krissa is rather strange, I admit. But I've seen you admire her ass." Silentia said in a teasing tone.

Pef nodded in shame. "You're all very beautiful. And Krissa has the most perfect ass in the universe." he answered gently.

Krissa glanced at her own ass with a surprised face. "Oh. That's why all the males avoid my eyes."

Pef sighed again. "You could be our Minister for arts, maybe?"

"Yeah... A Barony does sound like a lot of work. So can I get some of that now?" Krissa asked with a teasing tone, staring at Pef's hanging fruits.

"When did I ever said no to you, dear sis?" Silentia muttered in a sad voice, and waved her closer.

Soon enough, Pef and the three sisters began enjoying their new marriage.

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