𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 [Sora X fem!Reader] (No Game No Life)

Chapter 19

[Great value]

3rd Person Pov:

"Your erogenous zones." With those simple words, Jibril managed to freeze the three girls, while Sora got closer to her, saying: "You can check all you want for as long as you want and then some!" "You didn't even need convincing." noted Stephanie while Shiro looked at them with a bored expression. But behind her, (Y/N) was fuming. "Nii, no adult stuff." added Shiro. (Y/N), clearly not liking the scenario, turned around, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Her face held the mixed expression of anger and sadness. And as if Sora could feel it, he turned around, looking at the (h/c) haired girl with an apologetic look. "(Y/N), I was-" But she cut him off: "Sora..." It sounded like she was nearly crying, so he quickly went to her side. Without a missing beat, she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down on her eye level, glaring into his, now scared, eyes. "Pervert." As tears threatened to spill from her eyes, she closed them, also closing the gap between the two. Sora, taken back by her action, kissed back none the less. As they separated, she let go of him, saying: "You're mean, ya know..." Sora pulled her into a hug, saying: "You're the one I love, so don't be jealous." "I-I'm not jealous!" "Yes, you are." "N-No..." "I am sorry for breaking your moment, but I need to do a physical in order to check whether you are Imanity or not." said Jibril. (Y/N) sighed, saying: "Do whatever. B-But nothing too perverted, all right?!" Sora smirked, then turned towards Jibril, saying: "Since I'm going to let you check me, you'll have to return the favor!" "Sora!" (Y/N) couldn't ignore the stinging feeling in her chest, right where her heart was. But then she remembered his words. 'You're the one I love, so don't be jealous.' A small smile made its way onto her face as Stephanie said: "Wha... Are you serious?! She obviously wo-" "Very well. Do as you please." answered Jibril, an angel-like smile on her lips. "Huh?! It's okay?!"

(Y/N) Pov:

"Say..." started Sora, looking very disappointed. "Yes? Could you be not enjoying the way it feels from the touch?" asked Jibril. "No, that's not it. It feels great. Even better than I expected, actually. But... this feels like a let down. I'm at a loss." Jibril, touching Sora's chest, asked: "Could this be a non-erogenous zone?" "Let's just say it'd hurt my pride as a man to acknowledge it as one. And let me add that I was hoping to get to touch you somewhere else entirely." "Be that as it may... The source of our powers are a number of components collectively labeled as 'Spirit Circuits'. The majority of them run through our wings, which are as sensitive as- Stop concentrating on that spot!" Jibril was... Enjoying this more than she should... As it was about to get R-18, Steph yelled: "Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" "Sister, I'm only touching her wings. Right?" stated Sora. Shiro, who got the phone out, took pictures of Jibril, saying: "Yep. Wholesome as can be." "What's wrong with these siblings? She's a god-killing weapon for Pete's sake." said Steph from next to me. I sighed, putting a hand on my hip. "They're... truly incredible in every way."

As Jibril calmed down, she said: "I've been unable to detect any spirits within either of your bodies during my inspection." Her finger lit up as she said: "Strictly speaking, you two aren't lifeforms as defined in this world, despite your biological makeup being identical to Imanitians." "So you're saying?" asked Sora. "What?" asked Shiro. An more than just happy expression was now on Jibril's face as she exclaimed: "You're unknowns! 'Un-known', meaning 'not known'! A word referring to the source of fresh and exciting new knowledge! Could anything possibly be as grand as the unknown?!" Sora, pulling me into a hug, asked: "So, is it safe to say we've finally proven that we're from a parallel universe?" I blushed as Jibril suddenly calmed down, answering: "It indeed is. I beg your pardon for assuming you were something as insignificant as mere Imanitians." I was a little taken aback by that, but not as much as Steph. I mean, I'm not just an Imanitian, I'm a (L/N). If I like it or not. "And thus, I deem your challenge valid. However, there is nothing in my possession as valuable as forty thousand books from another world..." said Jibril, thinking. Sora said: "No, like I said, this libra-" "How about I bet myself, in my entirety?" "What?!" asked Steph. "Seriously? Lucky me." said Sora. I leaned a litte closer to him, making him wrap his arms around me. "Is that acceptable?" "Yeah. What we're after is complete ownership of you, Jibril." "Thank you very much! Oh, and if it isn't too much to ask, please add to your wager that you'll come by for tea every so often. There's much I want to know about you two, you see?" I said: "You talk like you already won." "And I want that girl with the book." She pointed at my hip, where I have my Grimoire in a holder. I found it in the small library back in the castle. My eyes widened as I shook my head, saying: "No way." Jibril started to drool as she said: "That book... I recognize it all too well. That plain (s/f/c) design, and that (f/c) symbol on it... I'm sure of it. That's a grimoire of the (L/N)-clan! One of those is worth nearly a whole race! How in the world did you get it?! Can I touch it?! What language is it written in?! Can you even open it?!" I blocked her view on my Grimoire with my hands, careful to not touch it. It might light up again. I looked up at Sora, who was in thoughts. Yet his expression held anger in it. "Those Grimoire's hold secrets that you Imanitians shouldn't know of. It would be dangerous of me to let you keep it... if you could open it." "A Grimoire of the (L/N)-clan can only be opened by the very person it chose as it's owner. That means..." Steph trailed off at the end of her sentence, her eyes glued on me. I finished: "That no one can ever open one of them." "That's right. But only having one of those in my collection would make me...! I need it!" "Why me, then?" I asked, getting nervous since Sora isn't saying anything. "Ah, you. You seem to be... of great value. And I love your looks! You're so beautiful yet cute! And with those cat-ears... Adorable! I think I could make a great maid out of you, dear. And you... remind me of someone." I looked back up at Sora, who patted my head lightly, whispering: "What do you say?" I thought for a second before nodding. Sora said: "Okay, then you wouldn't mind us adding another demand either, right?" Jibril was as calm as always as my mouth opened to say something, but I couldn't form any words. "Not at all. Though victory will be beyond you, feel free to ask for anything should you win."