Who Da Boss Lady? 4

Commissioned by InfiniteChaosRai

Who Da Boss Lady?

Chapter 4

-VB-

When Shirone came back “home,” her sister was there to glomp her. 

Or try to.

She ducked under her polar opposite’s assault. “Old lady,” she hissed at her sister before backflipping away when the assault continued. 

Her sister, a nekoshou just like her, continued her assault relentlessly with the fervor of a cat chasing a bird.. 

“Shirone~!” she squealed as she jumped -.

-clearing a good ten meters in under a second -.

-and missed her again when Shirone blitzed out of the spot. 

The grass underneath their feet tore as they jumped and dodged out of the way. 

Each action took a tremendous amount of power and calculation, because both of them were limiting themselves to “mortal” levels. 

They may be Devils now, but that didn’t mean that they had to do everything how uppity pure-blooded Devils did. 

And that included turning even a small greeting into a training exercise. 

They bounced around the front yard without a care in the world. 

And it irked Shirone a little that she couldn’t shake off her sister…!

Then she tripped. 

Her eyes widened and she whipped her head around to see -.

Boobies. 

They bulldozed into her face, and she tumbled to the ground with her sister wrapped around her. 

“Big -!” 

Roll.

“Dumbie!”

Roll.

Thunk.

Kuroka just laughed it off as she stood up, her scanty dress nearly falling off from the act. 

“Ara ara. You two tore up the yard again. Do I have to get the water sprayer?” 

Shirone grumbled as she looked up from where she lay, becoming what she had tried to avoid in the first place: dirty and disgruntled. 

“Her fault,” she grunted as she pointed to Kuroka.

“Eh? Why would you throw your sister under the bus like that, imouto?!” 

“Annoying,” she replied as she got up and dusted herself the best she could. She took a look at her dress and then sighed at the grass stains all over her Kuoh High uniform. “Trash. Again.”

Their Queen, Himejima Akeno, stood at the entrance of the open doorway. 

“Come on then,” she chuckled mischiveously. “I’m sure our King won’t be too harsh on you now.”

Kuroka teehee’ed.

Shirone huffed. 

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Rias stared at the two sisters and then let out the chuckle building up inside of her.

It was a near daily occurrence for the two of them to get into some kind of a tussle, most of which were initiated by Kuroka. 

And being the cats that they were, they were less than pleased by the bath her Queen forced them to take. 

Their wet cat energy made them too cute, even Kuroka. 

“So?”

“I lost,” Shirone grumbled. 

Rias giggled. 

Ever since she picked them up after the tragedy of them losing their parents, they have been invaluable members of her peerage. No, loved members of her family.

Kuroka was the clingy and indulgent older sister with a figure models would kill for, but due to some … trauma … that happened, she was a NEET. 

Shirone was the opposite. Maybe she had been too young to remember everything in vivid detail, but she went out of her way to leave the house to hang out with others. Friends, family, or even strangers. If they fed her. Fed her really good food, which most people didn’t have. 

“Well, it’s soon time for dinner,” Rias said with a msile, which made her ever hungry white rook perk up and her black bishop hum. “So both of you better get done drying and dressed quickly.”

Both Kuroka and Rias watched Shirone quickly leave to do just that. 

“Hey, Rias.”

She turned to look at Kuroka. The easy going woman had lost her smile. 

“Yes?”

“She’s not strong enough.”

“... I know.”

“Your future is on the line.”

“I know.”

“So why aren’t you pushing her?” 

“Because I want her to enjoy herself. I don’t want to break my family to save myself.”

Kuroka huffed. “If we break because of a few training sessions, then we’ve already lost,” she replied mercilessly. 

“I know. But you saw her face when … that happened.”

The older nekoshou sister grimaced. 

It was a question that kept floating around in the peerage but out of the ears of the white nekoshou. Did Shirone even remember the day it all happened or was she suppressing it? 

“She’ll be fine,” Kuroka said instead. “But we still need to improve the peerage’s overall performance and power. You won’t win the Rating Game if you don’t.”

Rias drew in a deep breath through her nose and let it out slowly. “You keep telling me that.”

“Someone has to,” Kuroka smiled weakly. “Your brother and parents don’t consider it a problem. To them, your marriage to Riser is a good thing.”

“But I don’t want it.”

“Then act like it.”

“Like you are?” 

Kuroka sniffed. “Well, sorry, princess~! This one has been stuck inside doing the research you asked her to!” she huffed playfully. “Speaking of which, Riser got a new pawn. Another girl, of course.”

Rias rolled her eyes. “Of course.”

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Shirone knew that her peerage was taking it easy on her and her sister. 

It wasn’t like they were the only ones with a fucked up past but it was the recency that bothered them all.

… Yeah, she was putting up a strong front, but what else was she going to do? 

At least they didn’t make her talk and talk and talk and talk like the girls at school did. 

Well, all of them except one. 

Mari was a good friend. Her best friend, even, and that scared her. 

Shirone was a devil. Even before that, she was a nekoshou. That meant mortals will come and go when she so much as blinked her eyes. 

It… made her uneasy to have mortal friends. 

Would they keep being her friend? What would happen if she told them who and what she was? Japanese were some of the most culturally dismissive of Christianity out there in the world, but even they had their suspicions. A devil was a youkai in their eyes (even if that was factually not true for those who knew), and a youkai was never good news to people. 

“So did you make any new friends at school?” Rias asked her. 

“No. Hung out with Mari.”

“Mari… Mari…” Rias frowned before she took a bite-sized portion of beef steak into her mouth. She did so without fully opening her lips, which made it seem like the piece was bigger than it seemed and made her full lips bounce when the piece made it in. It got the lips slightly wet with the red meat juice, but instead of making her look dirty, the color blended in with her full lips. 

And when Rias chewed, it didn’t make her look ugly or weird. She still had the “noble” upbringing that she grew up with, and she chewed without opening her mouth, showing her teeth, or even like she was chewing. No, it looked more like she was ruminating on something instead of, you know, eating. It made the steak in front of her seem less like a physical food but a sensual imaginary idea that Rias was playing with. 

A show for the audience. 

Except it wasn’t a show but just how Rias was. Her mere existence was sexy. Was it any wonder that birdbrain Phenex didn’t want to give up on the betrothal?!

And then she swallowed. 

Swallowing was a shallow motion that didn’t move the entire body. It wasn’t supposed to make the body move significantly.

But somehow it made Rias’s tits jiggle slightly. Just enough to be noticeable. To catch people’s attention. 

And Shirone looked down at her … not so round self. 

Critical damage.

She whined. 

“What’s wrong?” Kuroka asked. 

She looked up to see her sister… and satan damn it, she was messy already.

And just like Rias, her sister was making eating look like it was some porno. Her lips glistened with the rare steak’s juices, some dripping down from the side of her lips to her chin. And with how skimpily she dressed, some of those juices dropped down from her chin to her tits before rolling down those giant tits to the cleavage. 

Then she pulled her legs up and crossed them. The motion sent Kuroka’s tits to jiggle, make her clothes slightly slide down tantalizingly from her shoulders to reveal her sister’s almost glistening skin even more than before, her clothes also didn’t quite cover all of her thighs, leaving those thick thighs to be seen by anyone passing by. And also glistening because of course it was. 

But Shirone’s thighs were … sticks. 

Critical damage.

Shirone whined. 

This was why she liked Mari.

Eating with Mari didn’t turn lunch into soft-core porn and didn’t leave Shirone feeling like an inferior kitten. 

“Ara ara~, is the kitty not hungry?” 

Shirone tried not to look up but she ended up doing so anyway. 

And her biggest enemy of them all… Himejima Akeno. She was the Queen of the peerage, literally and physically. Physically because she had tits bigger than Rias and Kuroka’s. 

And she was happy to wear a naked apron when she cooked. 

It showed off her everything, including her narrow waist and round ass. 

None of which Shirone had. 

Critical damage combo! 

She hated eating with her peerage sometimes. 

Then she took a bite of Akeno’s delicious cooking and begrudgingly dug into the food. 

“I am hungry,” she grumbled as she ate. 

But in the periphery of her vision, as her peerage ate and talked, she saw every asset she didn’t have jiggling, bouncing, and glistening in drops of beef juices.

Mari was flat. 

Flat was good for the soul.

-VB-

Mari sneezed, and thankfully, she managed to do it away from the dinner table. 

“... Someone’s talking shit about me,” she growled. 

“Language,” mom and dad droned at the same time. 

She huffed and then clapped her hands. “Thank you for the food!” she said as she stood up. 

Tonight’s dinner had been a pan-fried Norwegian mackerel, miso soup, and a bowl of rice with kimuchi, kimchi, and pickled radish on the side. Her mom liked kimuchi, dad liked kimchi, and she liked pickled radish. 

“I’m going up to study. I have a test next week.”

“Okay, hon,” dad said as she walked up the stairs. 

She walked into her room… and glared at the doll. 

“What are you doing out and about?” she hissed as she closed the door behind her softly. Which was normally how she did it. She wouldn’t want to give her parents ideas about something being wrong, now would she?

Venelita laid in the middle of her room. 

“Hmm? What are you talking about?” the doll asked. “I’m just a plain old doll!” She sat up. “But this doll does have a mission for her evil magical girl.”

“I am not doing missions,” she hissed. 

“Oh, but you will want to.”

Her eyes narrowed with an evil glint. “See, your evil magical girl wants to be used. If you don’t use it for long enough, then it will eventually atrophy and disappear. And you will never be able to fly again.”

Mari froze. “Wait… what?”

“Yup. See, when an evil magical girl power leaves a magical girl, it leaves behind a warning of sort for other sources of power. It warns them that you don’t use magical power. But magical powers want to be used. So they will not settle inside of you. So if you keep not using your evil magical power… well, you won’t ever be able to use it when you need it later.”

“Why the hell would I even need it?” 

Venelita’s smile grew even more evil. Eviler? 

Whatever. 

She flew up, hovered, and gestured for her to follow her to the window. “Here. I’m gonna lend you my ability to sense magic for a bit. I want you to focus on that.”

“That wha-?”

Then it happened. 

For a second, nothing happened. 

Then she felt like she opened a new pair of eyes that she had but never used before. 

And she saw. 

In the distance, there was something. It was gross. It was monstrous. It wasn’t like her and Venelita at all. Even if she was supposedly evil, there was a “glimmering” brightness to it. 

That? 

That thing out there? 

It didn’t have any. 

It was raw, corroded, animalistic, and disgusting. 

And there was -.

“That’s a slightly magical human. Just like you were before I made you into a magical girl.”

Then the digusting magical source jumped at the human.

She couldn’t see it happening directly but she could sense it. 

She closed her eyes and ducked down, trying her best to not look. But whatever Venelita was doing let her continue to “see” it happen. 

Of the human being torn apart. 

Of the disgusting thing eating … a human.

“What happens if that thing comes for your parents?”

She glared up at Venelita, who kept on staring out of the window. It was happening far away but it didn’t change the fact that they could see it as if it was happening right in front of them. 

“This world is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface, Mari-chan,” the doll continued. She-. It sounded somber. “There are predators you can’t see and the goodie two shoes won’t be able to touch. So you must be evil where your parents and other adults won’t. Adults will see what you saw … and look the other way. But you see injustice and monsters, don’t you? Or are you also willingly blind to the injustice around you… just like the adults?” 

Venelita finally turned to look at her… and Mari met her gaze. 

And the doll smiled.