Mint Choco Catgirl and the Bunny's Cumming Dream
I pulled a dud on a 1/7 chance astral draw. Correction—as a master pâtissier, I'd drawn something that tasted like mint chocolate in every ice cream or whipped cream imaginable, but as Red Sol Phoenix, the vanguard of the Demon God tasked with killing the protagonist at the academy, purging the angels, and toppling the heavenly realm, it was the perfect pick.
Of course, the absolute best would've been Blue Flame over Gale Wind, but summoning Blue Flame just required building up that much faith, so no real issue there.
The problem was how to utilize this mint choco cutie. The answer was simple.
"Come in."
I grabbed Kim Penril and shoved her into my core.
"Fnyaa, that's tyranny, nyaa...!"
"I'll make you mint chocolate myself after lab's done."
"Then fine."
Kim Penril had resisted at first, but soon settled into my core.
"You're gonna keep talking like that even possessed?"
Even embedded in my mana, Kim Penril had no intention of dropping her concept. Calling it just a "concept" felt off, though—it was like a VTuber's RP.
More human-like than flaunting her "Demon God" side or Gale Wind traits. Because that form mimicked the earthly vessel of Gale Wind or Blue Flame as closely as possible.
Her high priestess, saintess, a devotee, the empire's last princess—humans at their most beautiful or to her taste, avatar-fied into flesh. Hard to nitpick Kim Penril's case.
The "nyaa nyaa" speech and "this body" talk were Gale Wind's way of preserving resemblance to human Kim Penril mentally.
In other words—
A safety valve based on earthly tastes, suppressing her inner divinity to view the world humanly. The other hell dukes were the same—strawberries for some, blueberries, vanilla fanatics. Nothing wrong with that.
All the blame lay with heaven, the goddess.
"Can definitely help one for sure."
Rydmila Lionheart. A beastkin half-blood, deeply meaningful to Kim Penril in many ways. Not just compatibility—her beastkin lineage mattered.
"Won't deny that, but phrasing it like that gives people weird ideas."
"......"
"Said it gives weird ideas—not denying."
Not denying. Facts. Though only angels craving female corruption, most wanted friction heat with bunny-eared girls like Rydmila or cat-eared tailed beastkin females.
Even if beastkin blessings—miracles enabling "human-beast hybrids"—stemmed from Gale Wind Penril's earthly gifts.
Namely, the Miracle of Pasiphae.
"Heard it in demon realm already—don't wanna revisit."
One thing—chatting with hell's seven dukes in demon realm, I'd unintentionally shared modern tales with non-Blue Flame ones.
So Kim Penril and others knew some modern culture.
—Hide the "game" part, claim isekai from another world.
Blue Flame hid "game" maximally. Shared memories or culture minus academy elements.
Result:
Apparently so in academy world.
"Spinning it like that makes heavenly oppression seem justified."
Mana enabled medically impossible miracles, birthing diverse wonders here.
"Not adult yet."
"Implant 10 months each side right away."
Not time yet. So guide max "kyung kyung" for now.
"First, borrow your power for a Wind Clone."
"Yeah. Unintentionally trapped in old school building now."
I briefed Kim Penril on everything since meeting Unia on the magic train.
"...So, use your mana's nature for a spirit split, send to academy. A wind-made mental body."
Thump. Heart—core—pounded.
"Not now."
Hand on chest, mana to heart. Eyes closed, disk rose in mind.
Eight-sectioned disk sparkled colors; one void "colorless." Green wind mana balanced others—no excess.
Drain recklessly, seven manas imbalance, void overflows, body fails.
I.e.,
No spare? Can't scout academy via clone from old building.
"Then get wind-attribute mana."
"Rydmila Lionheart."
She had plenty wind mana.
Mana wasn't casually given; acquiring meant controversial "forced female mana drain."
"Similar."
But ways existed.
"They'll think I spent today meditating alone in my room. I will."
Why Red Sol Phoenix solo all day second week March Sunday? Sniff my room Sunday night, know instantly.
Opportunity now. While old building folks assume happy time, sneak via clone to their rooms.
"Time to fetch."
"Yep. Incubus style."
"Mana from Cumming Dream kyung kyung—undetectable, endless harvest."
"Share burden. Kim Penril, deal."
I lay flat on bed.
"Pint three mint chocos tomorrow—help access Rydmila's Cumming Dream."
Eyes closed, resting. Mana body "sleeps"—
Slurp.
I rose. From my body, as wind entity.
Mana-wise, wind-possessed ghost.
Soul out from Demon God's core—max crisis for me.
Passed through door, out. Straight to Rydmila's room—
Squelch, squelch.
Perfect. Bullseye.