Finis Chaldea

... What? Was this mortal's body defective, or was Sukuna actually hearing that green-haired thing properly? His count of 'one' had been taken as a number assignment? What did she even get that from? He'd actually placed her at the top of the list moments earlier, but now Sukuna was beginning to question his own intelligence. That was never a good sign. Oh well; it was only one more point in the wrong direction. Was he even keeping track of points? No, not really; he was only checking each prospect until one excited him more than the others. None had managed to do so quite yet, though a couple had successfully lowered themselves.

Speaking of lowering themselves, the others seemed willing to meet his demands of bending over. Good; it would have been annoying to curse them all into obedience. Sukuna looked at the other three, and one had apparently already acquiesced. Surprise, surprise. He'd have to think about questioning that later, but for now, he'd observe the full display of four bent-over goddesses. The blonde on her knees was inspected first as he walked around to the group's rear. For all this one had going on up top, the bottom left a bit to be desired. What was he supposed to do with that? A firm slap reached that one's backside, and her reaction was a mix of pain and disgust. He hardly even hit that one; she was only subjected to the practice swing while Sukuna figured out this body's strength. It wasn't even worthwhile to properly test the blonde. "Dif," he commanded, causing the blonde to lie flat on the ground. Well... as flat as she could be, at least.

As he moved toward the black-haired woman, a question from another reached Sukuna's ear. "I've got my own questions for you in a minute," he replied. Still, there was a legitimate answer to Kur's question. "I know what it is, girl. But to me, a century is nothing. We still count cycles in the Void. Now, the first one who's not a failure..." Very quick to move on was Sukuna. Very soon, he was inspecting the ass and posture of his next target. He fully expected the others to remain in position as he saw something he rather enjoyed. This one had bent far enough to reach the floor with her hands, and that curve to her back was appealing. Of course, he'd be giving her rear a slap as well, now that he'd warmed up his new arm. "So, you. Is this pose how you like to take it?"

It seemed the blond wasn't winning much of anything today. Face down she ended up and that was rather interesting as a point. In noticing this, the raven haired woman came to the conclusion that to this man body was important but so was balance. Moving right along there was the way he addressed Kur. Such a casual manner for such a frightening goddess. Though this raven haired woman didn't know this one personally, she knew what she was in a single moment. The goddess of death wasn't often looked upon favorably by those who did whatever they could to avoid finding themselves at her doorstep. Still, she seemed to be rather good natured, if not a bit shy for whatever reason. She assumed it had a lot to do with the green haired idiot standing at the other end of the line. It seemed the people of the Void measured time in a different manner. "That sounds like something Enlil would say..." mused Kur. For being involved in this she didn't seem to have even the slightest ideation of fear or reprehension. Perhaps that was because she knew the truth of her status in life. No one wanted to connect themselves to death and no one befriended her in more than a passing manner, aside from her more favored siblings of course. As such she was never really afraid of what would come of this little thing.

At the same time the raven haired woman was questioned more directly her bottom smacked as well, which garnered something of a gasp, though not one that implied a great deal of pain. And what of this question he asked? She'd answer it honestly. "I don't mind it from time to time. I have a few in my harem who prefer this sort of rowdy approach," she stated clearly. If this man wished to add himself to her harem she could probably manage him. Though he'd not have one of his own days by her already established hierarchy. Ah, but then there was Kur still in heels she was beginning to be a bit more uncomfortable. But he hadn't mentioned wanting them to move again yet. Her legs parted a bit sending her into something of a minor split so her elbows could rest against the ground. Ishtar glanced over at her and snorted. "You can't even bend over," she teased her younger sibling. "You keep talking like I won't send you back here at level one," she said shooting the green haired woman a sideways glance. Green eyes widened just a bit, well it wasn't like she could do anything. Besides there was a strong man here, he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

The second slap was delivered to the second woman, and she took rather kindly to it. It wasn't innately clear whether that was a reaction of pleasure or simply not one of pain, but her speech afterwards implied the former more often than not. On the other hand, she spoke of her harem. Ah, so this one was more interested in debauchery than she let on in the beginning. Sukuna had no interest in adding himself to some woman's harem, and he didn't seem to care about eliminating its members either. No, he simply received that information and moved on. "Not bad. Nice ass, nice bend. Better than blondie down there." The harem would be neither credit against her, nor points in her favor for the time being. If he didn't find better down the line, which notably hadn't been put in the order he wanted originally. Oh well. Four, then two, then three, then one was close enough to the proper order. Besides... it seemed he was about to see a step up from the previous upon moving to...

Kur. The same woman who compared his words to those of some Enlil person, had what was by far the most exciting posture yet. Her legs were spread, and she was bent so far forward that her forearms were against the ground. Now that was something he could see himself working with. Oh? Was that an erection he felt growing? He hadn't experienced something like that in this kind of body, but that tingle in his groin could only be one thing. "Well look at you! I didn't think one of you was gonna show up with a surprise for me! You're the virgin, aren't you? How flexible are you?" This was Sukuna's question for Kur, who would be immediately receiving the third slap to her backside. Just as the last one had been, this one was made quite a bit firmer, more purposeful. Something about this inexperienced one made Sukuna want to test her limits, so he'd be hitting her with a bigger shock than the previous two. "Legs not feeling it? Go ahead and get lower; show me how far they spread," he added. Additionally, he remembered having a question for this one. "And what's that little thing on your hip? You got even more clothes on somewhere in there?"

The raven haired goddess got a set of compliments to go along with her particular look and bend. She expected such, he didn't seem too stressed about her harem but also seemed to be in no real hurry to join it either. "Thank you~" she said seeming to be amused by the whole of the situation. Of course, she had only a passing interest to begin with, he wasn't really her type, but her type varied by the day. Besides her current understanding of this situation said, she saw greater potential of his happiness with Kur. And lo and behold they were rather quickly proving her correct. At the same point, Ishtar was only scoffing and making annoyed noises. How dare he not already be inspecting her perfect form. None of these other women compared to her!

Kur had began resting on her elbows if only because she found it more comfortable than trying to touch her toes in heels. Ah, but this seemed to be something this pink haired man found exciting. She didn't really get why this was something worthy of note. A slap to her rear occurred with a great deal of firmness. It wasn't anything she ever felt before but it didn't come with just pain. It was like a warming sensation she squealed just a bit. "Eep!~ Hey, ease up a bit... that was really random, and it stings..." she said that but her face had suddenly become rather red and it had nothing to do with the fact that her bottom was up in the air. "Yes, I am a virgin I already said... and pretty flexible I guess, this was just more comfortable than trying to balance in heels..." she explained of her current position. As for his most recent request, she did as he asked. Though she was balancing on her arms she eventually managed to spread out her legs until they were straight and her bottom touched the ground while her legs were spread completely out to the sides. As for that little strip of cloth her face reddened a bit more as she sat up to quickly look at the man who was asking such a random question of her. "I... just have on a pair of panties, under this.... you know like underwear?" she asked not knowing if it would be possible to explain. Of course, the raven haired woman watched as this girl fell into a split from her position and whistled a bit of appreciation. "That's impressive. Good on you~" she encouraged the younger pink haired lass, causing her eyes to widen. That seemed exactly like something Metis would have said. She was always that sort of person too. All the while, "Ugh, it's just her legs. It's not impressive." Ishtar scoffed, hating for even a moment that someone might be getting more attention than her. And being unable to hold it any longer after the compliments being paid to the raven haired woman before. Of course she also couldn't see past her own bosom and she definitely hadn't put any extra flare into her bend. It just so happened that her body naturally looked nice regardless of its positioning.

Upon reaching the pink-haired girl, Sukuna received the most interesting reaction thus far. This one was earning a lot of points all at once. She called the slap random, claiming it stung. He wasn't sure how she considered it random at all, when he'd slapped the first two asses presented to him before reaching her. Oh, but what was that face she wore? She was red as the evening sun, and a hundred times more exciting as a result. Ah, Sukuna knew he'd have a special interest in the inexperienced one. Could she survive an encounter with him, though? That was a question he didn't think to ask, but either result would grant him entertainment for a time. Just the same, she proved a great deal of flexibility by lowering until her legs were parallel to the ground on opposite sides of her, even when her torso became vertical. "Kehahaha! Not bad, not bad!" he exclaimed, leaning forward to speak more directly into the woman's ear. "Bet you can't do it like that with a dick in you," was all he had to say.

Apparently, that string he'd seen just under the slit of Kur's dress was... panties. Sukuna had become familiar with something of the sort eons ago, but never so thin and stringy. What he saw on her was quite literally a string. Maybe he'd get a better look at that pair soon, and maybe he'd like this apparent new style. "I know underwear. Not like those, but I've seen them. I might have a better look when I'm done."

The third exchange of Sukuna's rounds had successfully put him in an excellent humor. Now, the time had finally come for his first top pick. Without a doubt, the green-haired one had the best physical features of the bunch. Being the last one inspected, Ishtar proved to have only the third-best posture when bending over. Ah, but she was the one bragging as if she had the most experience of all, right? With that in mind, Sukuna's hand collided with her hindquarters more ferociously than the other three combined. Surely she could handle that, right? If not, all that talk was for nothing. "You must have a lot of weight in those meat bags. All that ass looks like the only thing balancing you out in that pose. I wanna see you shake it all. Or can you do what that one beside you did? Maybe both?"

Was that slap on the rear random? Yes, she didn't expect anyone to actually touch her. Most were afraid they'd die by the contact, obviously this man feared nothing but it was far from a normal thing to do. Surely, with his own power he realized what her domain was... perhaps he didn't actually care about that too much? Soon after such a thing, she did what was asked of her, it seemed that it was appreciated as an effort. Her eyes shifted and that face of hers brightened. "Thanks... I guess," she said only just managing to avoid extra eye contact. This wasn't about her at all. Why did he bother doing so much? She couldn't really know but his final statement hit her ears and made her face change to one of shock but not disgust. "Eh?!" Could she do it like that with something inside her? Why would she know that... her body was literally unsullied. The same couldn't be said of the green haired lass, nor could it be said that anyone else was wearing underwear. Apparently he'd never seen any so stringy and thin... "It's stylish and comfortable, just enough to cover made out of breathable fabric... it's really not that strange." she managed to get out though her ever more flustered visage, she looked to Metis twin but got only a chuckle. "Sorry young one, that's a you exclusive thing... I don't bother with such things..." she mentioned stifling a giggle. "Really? I'm the only one wearing panties out here?" Affirmative noises were made by both the black haired woman and the green haired one. And this made Kur ever so slightly self-conscious.

Ah, but the one person who should have been more self-conscious and obviously wasn't was Ishtar. Finally it was her turn, and her time to shine as far as she was concerned. First and foremost a heavy slap was aimed at her bottom. The force of it should have been something dangerous but, Ishtar was one who seemed to accept that sort of thing under the right circumstances. So much so, that when impact was made, she moaned even as it rocked her body quite a bit. It took some rebalancing to keep from falling forward, both her hands making contact with the ground in the moment. And he wanted to see her shake it? Well, she could do that... there was no real rhythm to it but she shook both her bottom and chest for him to see. She was surprisingly not going against any of his commands. "Obviously I can do anything... it's not that hard!" she claimed. So she went to exert herself in the same way Kur had. But... there was a mishap or four involved. She couldn't simply lower herself, and she didn't have the knowledge of her own body weight on her physical form. She did not make a smooth transition and ended up face first in the dirt without even her legs properly spread. Though she managed to do it afterwards, it had nowhere near the grace or effortlessness that Kur's had shown. Whatever the case she seemed proud of herself regardless, it didn't matter that she couldn't do what Kur did, she was the better choice. At the same time, Kur had to fight back a chuckle in her split as Ishtar's face hit the ground. If nothing else, watching the goddess who was her older sister eat dirt, would remain a warm memory for her return to the underworld.

Another interesting reaction. It may not have been healthy for Kur's face to be a deeper shade of red than that pink hair atop her head. Sukuna hadn't a clue, of course; he didn't know yet how these bodies were meant to work for their kinds. The important thing here was Kur's outburst when the idea of fornication in strange positions was presented. "Think on it. It might come up again later," he said prior to addressing Ishtar. The pink-haired one was assuring that he visit her again. Maybe if the result of this meeting was his impulsive first choice being taken, he'd have that one as a backup plan. That is, assuming she wasn't the one he was warned against... but he doubted that.

When asked if she could do something, Ishtar showed absolute confidence. She was far more compliant than her attitude implied, yet that same attitude went against a certain lack of technique. She did moan with obvious satisfaction after his opening strike, though; that was worth additional thought. Watching the meat of her curves bounce about was also something to take interest in, but... then came the split. Rather, then came the collision of Ishtar's face with the ground as she attempted the same split her sister executed flawlessly. She recovered in the end, but could an eventual success really be called recovery in this situation? "Ehehehahahahahaha! Hahahaha!" Sukuna was absolutely hysterical. How did she think she could play that off? The demon hadn't known abdominal pain until this very moment. He clutched his stomach with one hand while throwing his head back in laughter. "Wonderful! That was priceless!" he bellowed.

It took some time for Sukuna to recover. When he did, he thought to check the others. It would be quite problematic if they were all dunces, so... "Ahhh~. But, I wanted both at the same time. All of you, let's see what you can do. I wanna see splits and shaking from everybody," he said. That blonde goddess didn't seem very keen on doing these things, but she also didn't want to be forced again. Deciding to play along for the time being, she performed whatever split she could, which resulted only in her legs being parted at a ninety degree angle, arse in the air and bouncing in an unimpressive manner. It wasn't as if she had a lot of flesh to shake around back anyway. Overall, it looked almost like a seizure with her attempt to remain balanced all the while.

Oh, she should keep his weird proposition in mind? Why? This was obviously some weird game for him, but Kur still held doubts that this man was actually interested in her. Maybe he was just here to find something in particular, or maybe he'd been told of something which he was looking for in this remaining group of women. Still she remained in her position trying not to laugh at Ishtar every time she failed. What was more, it became something much more sad, as she failed at the split she'd attempted, face planted and then took the following laughter as a point in her favor. In fact, to that Ishtar was smiling triumphantly as if she'd actually done a great job. As far as she knew, the sort of strong men who laughed in her presence were always interested in her, it was a fact. "Umph, of course it was wonderful. I am me!" she proclaimed.

To that statement the raven haired woman only shook her head from left to right. "At this point it feels like picking on a child to laugh at her. I'm surprised she wasn't culled for lack of intelligence..." she muttered softly. It was amazing to her that someone like Ishtar survived to adulthood given how very stupid she was. But that was a topic for another time. Apparently, what this pink haired man wanted now was splits and shaking from all the women. This was likely more of a test. A few seconds would pass of the black haired woman performing a minor set of stretches before falling into a split as well. It wasn't exactly the graceful fall of Kur, but it was by her own approximation still leagues better than what Ishtar managed. She began trying to move and she shook to a little rhythm bouncing her butt a bit but felt the stretching in her thighs as a result. "Oi oi, this burns, how are you just holding that like that?" she asked of Kur. In the space of time it took her to stretch Kur was bouncing all too sensually to a rhythm all her own, in her current position. A little arch had formed in her back and she was leaning forward on her hands apparently dancing to music no one else could hear. "I've had a lot of free time lately... and a lot of bards and kids end up in the underworld... I do a lot of dancing and such. Then I spent some time in the forest and it's a lot of alone time not to try something new~" she mentioned seeming to have no problem with what she was doing. "Pretty innovative for a death god~" she mused as she shook her own hips a bit more.

At the same time, Ishtar was scoffing. Rhythm seemed to be eluding her quite a bit and exerting herself in this matter left her repeatedly trying to balance herself. She never quite pulled off the dance like movements of the other two, but again she didn't think it mattered. She had a bit of dirt on her face as well... she'd long since lost the Celestial's clean body magic as well. But none of that mattered, she was the best, she was appreciated and she was to be chosen. The rest of these women were nothing before her, and the smile on her face belied her thoughts of her own superiority. "Hmph!" Ever haughty this woman didn't see the difference between what she was doing and what everyone else was doing, knowing that his eyes should be on only her, it didn't matter if they managed to do it more artfully.

Alas, it very much mattered if the others could do this little maneuver more artfully than Ishtar. As per his earlier words to Kur, Sukuna was entertaining the idea of being inside these goddesses while they moved this way. He was walking in circles around the group, inspecting each woman's lower halves while doing so. The blonde couldn't even manage a split. Why was that one still here? She likely wouldn't be for long. The slimmest of these women, the black-haired one, managed a split and some interesting bouncing to go along with it. "You're looking more fun by the minute," he commented absently when passing her.

Kur and Ishtar were inspected as well. Oh... it was like seeing the sun and moon at the same time. One was larger and brighter, but it burned the eyes to watch directly. The other, however, shined with a calm and alluring light, and could be observed until he grew tired of it. "I must be missing something. Has the meaning of virgin been switched since the old days?" Sukuna wondered. Of these two, the more experienced of them showed the least ability, while the alleged virgin sparked arousal with ease. How very confusing. It didn't help his understanding that the woman with a male harem fell right between the two. "Tough choice," he mused while considering the care he was meant to take with this selection. If those two women had been a little less cryptic, this wouldn't be such an annoying situation. Were they warning him against the haughty ones as he would naturally expect, or were they warning him about some strange inversion between modern Creators? Whatever the case, he eventually found himself standing in front of the group again. "Hmm. I'll make it easier. What do you all want out of this? Somebody might end up getting it by the time we're all done here. Oh, and you can all stop now, I guess."

There was a passing comment from this man to the black haired woman. "Fun? I suppose that's a compliment but I doubt you'd feel that way about me long term..." the black haired woman said honestly. She had mentioned being clever and over the course of this interaction she had come to the conclusion that the best possible match here was this man and the young death goddess. While she would be interesting for him, she was sure he wouldn't fit into the happy harem that was her lifestyle and that wasn't something either of them would like. As for Ishtar, she would have likely fell to the same issue that many had said she did before, though she likely wouldn't have gotten away with her old antics on this type of man at all.

As for what the man was looking at and what he had to say, about the difference between the understanding of virginity and not perhaps the black haired woman could be a bit more helpful than most. "A virgin is still, a person who has never copulated. That is the truth as it has always been but there is a difference between innocence and ignorance," she said and that was it. Perhaps it was just something for older women to say slightly cryptic things. But that wasn't it in this case, she simply had been observing this situation long enough to know that the most problematic person in this group was Ishtar, known for being absolutely unscrupulous in how she went about other people including the feelings of her younger sister. She was terribly ineffective as a love goddess and obviously unlearned in all manner of sexual endeavor. It was obvious to this black haired woman that the green haired one had been getting by on being more attractive than others for far too long and that many men likely fell prey to her body before actually realizing what they were getting into until much later.

Ah but now, he wanted to know what it was they wanted. And it would be one like Ishtar working herself out of that ridiculous pose and standing triumphantly with her hands on her hips to make her declaration before any of these other women said something stupid. "I want everything. And any who can give me that can have my glorious self!" she said. Forgetting she'd been told not to say that about herself again. Whatever it didn't matter. "I am mostly here to observe, nothing personal but I said I was clever. I have five husbands, I have no need of extra mana transfers and you don't seem like the type who'd be interested in integrating into my life... and I'm not interested in losing my variety or the fathers of my children." The black haired woman explained of herself. It would be Kur to give it a bit more thought. She'd rose from her split gracefully, but it would be the black haired woman extending a hand. Kur would take it and pull her into the standing position. "Woo, that's a bit rough on my thighs and hips..." A little snicker escaped the young woman with the pink hair. "I don't really want anything. I figured I ended up here coincidentally, no one is ever looking for the goddess of death after all. Anyway it's probably more important to know what it is you want, you did call us here after all..."