DxD: As A Fox In The Land Of Milk

Truly, the universe of unnaturally perky boobs. He was completely unsure if he was actually in heaven or not at the moment.

They were glorious, a set of perfectly proportioned double E tits, her pink nipples and areola roughly the size of a silver dollar. 

They slumped only slightly as they dropped, released from the confines of her clothing. Her frontal assets were only the beginning. 

Freyja was a goddess after all, her face already holding an almost unnatural beauty and symmetry. 

Scanning further below, a tight body with no stretch marks showed an eternity of fitness and perhaps a bit of magic. 

Wide hips attached to a gloriously toned ass bounced as she stepped towards the bathtub and began filling it. 

Bending over to turn the knobs, Leon was given a perfect view of all of her lower assets, her ass a defined curve, followed by her lower lips. 

She had a beautiful pussy, lightly puffy vulva surrounding a light pink slit. 

Not that there was anything wrong with curtains, he just found an internally assorted package much more pleasing to the eye. 

Following further down gave a view of legs that went on for days, toned to perfect proportion and ending in dainty feet that looked well taken care of. 

She was a vision of perfection, the ideal woman to be paired to the head of a pantheon.

"Odin is a damn fool," was the only thing Leon could think or say in the moment beyond basking in the beauty that was Freyja Njordrsdottir. 

A laugh that was equal parts pleasant pleased song and dark sardonic pain rang out as she stood.

"If only he felt that way." It was a bitter comment. 

One that Leon instantly hated with the accompanying sad smile. Leon hummed with a frown, gesturing for her to sit on the edge of the bath as he crawled into her lap. 

The nudity was a bit strange, but the lack of hormones and currently obvious age difference made it easier to deal with as he straddled her lap and wrapped his arms and tails around her, pressing his face into her cleavage and telling her his feelings directly.

"I hate that look. A woman like you should never look so sad or in pain." Taking advantage of his current features, he cuddled into her, her hands going to his ears and tails almost unconsciously as she began to pet him. 

Giving her an additional squeeze, he looked up to see her smiling down on him pleasantly, so giving a nod, he popped back into his fox form and curled up on her lap as they waited in silence for the tub to be filled. 

She would be his. He would unapologetically steal her away from that old one eyed pervert. No woman should ever look so distraught.

An hour later of bubbles, laughter, and cleanliness, the two sat within her living area both still wrapped in towels as Freyja busied herself about the kitchen preparing lunch for the both of them. 

It was to be his first cooked and prepared meal of this life and he was practically drooling, for a few different reasons, as he watched the goddess prepare a spread of pan seared chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and green beans. 

He had originally told her he was fine with sandwiches, but when she realized he had yet to eat a home cooked meal, had taken it upon herself to fix something healthy yet tasty regardless of culture or taste buds.

Mid way through the pair munching away, Veski returned with his new wardrobe in tow. 

A light knocking at the door and a wave of Freyja's hand had the goddess' head maid bustling into the room with several bags, directly heading within Freyja's room to deposit and sort the clothing into a preordained area of Freyja's massive closet. 

Some spatial enchantment shenanigans had to have been at play, because there was no way the bathroom or closet should have been as big as they were.

She was gone nearly as quickly as she had come, a true model of servant efficiency. 

She was also the only attendant Leon had even seen since entering Freyja's home, which was odd since he could smell the other women. 

He knew they existed, and even the fact that they were around and within the mansion doing their duties, but had neither seen nor heard hide or hair of a single one other than Veski. 

He wasn't sure whether to be creeped out or impressed.

The two polished off their food in companionable silence, Leon only breaking it to thank his host and complement her on her ability in wielding implements other than those related to death. 

The food had truly been delicious, and Leon once more couldn't help but wonder if Odin had some sort of mental deficiency. 

Regardless of the Nordic leader's sanity, Leon's day continued per schedule.

After dressing, Freyja in her professional attire and Leon in one of his school uniforms, Freyja led Leon by hand next door to the Valkyrie academy grounds. 

As it was afternoon, all students could be found in their classrooms, so Freyja took the time to introduce him to the available staff. 

He met the combat and runic magic instructors for each year, being specifically introduced to the woman in charge of first year students as he would be joining them the next morning.

Misses Nevarre was what he imagined a gender swapped drill sergeant in the mortal militaries would have looked like. 

Muscular, yet feminine, with enough resting bitch face to share across three other women. 

If he was actually a kid, he'd probably be intimidated, but he wasn't, and his Yako instincts instantly pegged her as a prime target for pranks. 

The introductions were short and to the point, Nevarre's gruff exterior as cliché as Leon could have imagined as the pair equally evaluated the other.