Junichiro smiled and reached across their table to gently take her hand in his, "Shouldn't be all that hard. It'll take a few years and a potion that's likely to taste like ass, but yeah. I can turn you into the stunning woman that God failed to make you."
And wasn't that an ego booster? Taking a literally piece of God's handmade work and making it better. That was sort of irrelevant at the same time though. After all, making Mittelt a bit older wasn't about one upping Big G, it was about making Mittelt happy.
Their dinner proceeded from there with the pair talking about lighter topics. They didn't require small talk in their relationship anymore. There were times they would go days without really talking to each other as they got lost in their own worlds doing their own things. Living together for a while with someone will either bring you closer together or drive you apart.
As they began on their deserts, Mittelt looked across the table at Junichiro, "You know, you never really talk about your past all that much."
It wasn't so much a question as her letting him know she was interested and willing to listen if he wanted to talk.
Junichiro let out a small sigh and set down the spoon he'd been eating his desert with, "There's really not a whole lot to say about my past before meeting up with Azazel. My mom was a whore and never really cared about me. I can't recall a single time she ever did more than the bare minimum for me. Dad? No idea who he even is.
I don't even know if he's aware of my existence. I know I could make something to track him down, but what's the point? If I did what would I say to him? 'Hey! Remember that whore you banged something like fifteen years ago? Well, I popped out nine months after that. Surprise!' So, I've been alone for the majority of my life."
"When my mother died, I was only ten years old. Of course, I got shipped off to the nearest orphanage where I was beaten in the face with reality. No one ever wants the kid of a whore. I got lucky though. A few of the older kids with similar lives to mine took me under their wings and taught me about the real world. I grew up fast and ran away after a year.
I decided if I was going to live a shitty life, that I was going to live that shitty life on my terms. From then on I lived on the streets, learned from other street kids, had some weird encounters, and was eventually found by Azazel."
He took a calming breath and let it out in a long sigh. He didn't like thinking about his past. The memories from his previous life's childhood weren't all that clear, just a few bits and pieces of good and bad times that any adult might remember.
At least that childhood had been really normal, even if he hadn't known his father in that lifetime either. Maybe he was destined to never have one? It didn't matter to him so he stopped thinking about it and focused on Mittelt, "Your turn."
Mittelt let out a sigh herself and nodded, "Fair's fair. Well, obviously I have no mother and you know who my Father is. Life as an angel was... It's not exactly boring, working for father was fulfilling, but it wasn't anything like living on Earth.
Then that shit head, Lucifer, got his panties in a twist and things went to hell. Father was never the same after that and the war only made things worse. Father was always a bit strict, but once the war began he lost it and became a thousand times worse."
She took a moment to take a bite of her desert and gather her thoughts before she continued, "It was a few hundred years into the war before I was sent to the front lines. I'd never left Heaven before then, I was one of the youngest angels.
I think that's why I was made this way. The first time I saw a mature human woman, was the first time I felt jealousy. Sure, I had older sisters that looked more mature than me, but big titties Gabriel and the others never sparked jealousy in me because, like me, that was how they were made. But humans? They grow, change, mature. Something I would never be able to do. Before meeting humans, and Devils, and all other races, that wasn't a big deal.
No angel grew and matured. But once I realized every other race did while I was destined to always be a child? I was consumed by jealousy and fell."
Junichiro reached across the table and gently grasped Mittelt's hand in his own. He gave it a gentle squeeze while she kept tears from leaking out of her glistening eyes.
She squeezed his hand back and took a few deep breaths to get her emotions under control. Once she had herself back under control, she gave him a small smile, "It's been a long time since I even thought about those days. With your help I just might be able to put those thoughts behind me forever."
He gave her a comforting smile and a nod, "You can count on it. It might take me a little bit to track down the right ingredients, but I know I can help you with at least becoming more mature in body." He gave her a cheeky smirk, "I can't do much for your mind though."
Mittelt snorted at that and finally took her hand out of his, "Jerk."
"Brat."
The pair of them smiled and once more returned to their deserts and lighter topics. Both thought it was a nice first date.
Junichiro let out a soft yawn as he slowly woke up. As he opened his eyes he spotted a mop of golden blond hair splayed over his chest and felt a warm body cuddled up against his own. It took him a moment to recall the events of the previous evening. It'd been a couple of months since his first date with Mittelt and things had been going well between them, though they were still taking things slow.
Mittelt was in no rush and despite her age had standards and wouldn't do anything with Junchiro, not even kiss, until he was at least fifteen. According to her it was too 'creepy' to even consider kissing someone who was only fourteen.
He unwrapped his left arm from her shoulders and stretched it over his head. Last night they'd watched several movies on the massive television that resided in his room while lounging on his bed.
They'd both fallen asleep and were both still clothed in light outfits. No hanky panky had happened the previous night and that was alright with him.
After stretching, he carefully extracted himself from Mittelt and made his way to his bathroom.
As much as he wanted to just snuggle with his girlfriend, nature was not so much calling as screaming at him. After taking care of his business he stepped back out to the sight of Mittelt stretching and letting out a cute moan. Seeing her do so brought a smile to his face, not because it was erotic, though it was, but because he could already see the difference the aging potions he'd been making for her were having on her physique.