Demonic Devourer's Development

I stood without movement, letting Rosha take a good look. Right now, the attachments that were showing were picked for their aesthetics instead of practically. That meant that most of my body, including my face, was covered in yellow plates of orichalcum carapace, as it was the most opaque thing I had.

I didn't bring clothes, after all.

My wings were still visible, and so was the cross mark on my chest. My hair, the only thing that stayed not jelly-like even after all I did to liquefy myself, was messy and eye-searing blend of icy-blue and crimson-red. And one shouldn't forget my four arms. I couldn't mold them into my body as easily as other parts of it—they were massive enough that I would have to make myself a couple of centimetres taller, too.

It was a questionable setup even if compared to the worst I could look. And while my beauty was the least of my worries, I had high hopes for Rosha to have enough tolerance for my looks… I really liked our sex.

"And you always change, Voren." Rosha huffed, but lowered her knife and stepped back. "Except in that part where you sneak into my bedroom."

"I wanted to go through the main door, but it was closed." I shrugged, then gave her a sideways look. "You know, I hoped you'd be more enthusiastic to see me again."

"Maybe I would've been, but I couldn't help but notice that you don't have any of the equipment I gave you on your body… or anything on it at all." Rosha frowned and suddenly leaned closer to me. "Wait, is that…" She flicked my chest plate with a soft metallic cling. "Is that orichalcum?"

I didn't like the look in her eyes at all. "Even if it is, it's a part of my body! I won't let you have it."

"Too bad." Rosha clicked her tongue and straightened up again. "Even if it's only an organic imitation, it would make an amazing set of armour for any adventure who doesn't use magic themselves… But it's not like I will go broke without it."

"Exactly! I heard your business was blooming."

"It is," finally, Rosha smiled. "There's so much orders now that I can only pick the best ones. My old clients are sad that they have to ask a blacksmith to sharpen their tools because I'm too busy… Oh, let me dress and tell you all about it during breakfast. Risha will be happy to see you again. But really, where did all your equipment go?"

"I had to drop it because it obstructed my movement after I learnt how to morph my body freely." To demonstrate, I raised a hand and toyed with the amount of fingers on it, first diminishing it to three, then raising to six. Then I grinned slyly. "Wanna see what else I can morph, Rosha?"

The way her vivid blue eyes widened as the realisation of what I was implying hit her was a priceless sight, just like the blush that rose on her cheeks. Rosha didn't blush that easily.

"Later," she said and turned away from me, dismissing my presence—or pretending to, at least. She was still at it when took off her nightshirt to put on her day clothes… or not, I realised, when she threw me a look from under her eyelashes and slowed her movements.

Now, a simple business of putting on pants suddenly became an erotic show… played in reverse. I watched in a tense state of being torn between my increasing arousal and a frustrating realisation that Rosha was dressing, not the other way around, as Rosha put on her clothes piece by piece.

Then, as if she didn't just teased me to the point where I wondered if I should just morph my dick out and jerk off, Rosha turned to me with a calm smirk and gestured to me to follow.

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"Voren, you are back! You look so different again," Risha made a circle around me, completely forgetting about the frying pan she left on the stove. "And you look much better in this yellow armour. Where did you find it? It looks like it was custom-made for you. It fits so well!"

"It's a part of my body, Risha."

"W-what?" Risha's eyes widened like saucers, and her face turned first tomato red, then sheet pale. She recoiled from me like I was a venomous snake and she was a fearful chameleon. "So you are n-naked right now?"

I grinned, folding my four arms over my chest. "You can say that, I suppose. But it's not like anything indecent shows, or does it?"

Risha shut her eyes closed, as if she didn't dare to look and test.

"Stop tormenting Risha, Voren, or I will have you put on some pants whether you want it or not!" The older sister arrived to save the day. "Risha… calm down. Voren's just being an idiot. You know I wouldn't let him ran around with his jewels dangling around at every step." Rosha huffed.

Risha peeked through her fingers at me, then finally found the bravery to look at me straight again. She even giggled. "Sister, you blame Voren for being crass, but you are even worse!"

Rosha opened her mouth, then closed it, then just pointed at the sizzling frying pan. "I think it will start burning soon."

"Oh right! I almost forgot!" Risha rushed to check the contents, but after some turning, sighed in relief. "It didn't burn, but it was close! Uh, Voren, I didn't know you were coming, so there's only for two, but you can take my portion for now and I will cook more."

"Your portion is two cat bites. Nah, I will help myself. Do you have any sweets lying around?" I strolled around the kitchen, peeking at the cupboards.

In a short while, I had a plate of cookies to eat, Risha and Rosha had their respective plates of fried eggs, and it was time for us to chat in full.