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GHK DXD Chapter 8 A Blissful Morning
🕑 Added 2025-09-08 15:58:29 +0000 UTCSunday
The faint warmth of sunlight slipped past the curtains, spilling across the floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the golden light, heralding the start of another day in Kouh.
Issei stirred. His body begged him not to.
‘So soft…’
That was the only thought he could form as he sank deeper into the cocoon of comfort. The futon beneath him felt like heaven itself, every muscle in his body thanking him for finally resting after the night’s chaos. But it wasn’t just the futon.
His head was nestled into what had to be the softest, warmest pillow he had ever felt in his entire life. He nuzzled against it instinctively, sighing in bliss. A faint, breathy moan drifted from above him, sweet and delicate, sending a shiver down his spine.
“…Mmmhn…”
Issei’s brain short-circuited. ‘Wait… pillows don’t make noises like that.’
Reality slammed back in when a sharp numbness shot through his left arm. It felt like pins and needles, locked in place. Something—no, someone—was clinging to him tightly. At the same time, his bladder decided to join the rebellion, nagging him relentlessly.
“…Traitors,” He muttered under his breath. “Even my own body’s against me.”
With great reluctance, his right hand fumbled upward, rubbing at his eyes until the blur of drowsiness began to fade. Slowly, his vision cleared.
And then he froze.
Right in front of him, so close he could see every subtle curve, every hint of softness, was a sight more divine than any dream. A massive breast, perfectly rounded, rising and falling gently with each breath. His face was practically buried against it, and even through the white fur of the fabric covering it, he could feel its warmth, its weight, its softness.
Tears stung the corners of his eyes, and they weren’t from pain. They rolled down his cheeks in silent, joyous streams.
‘This… this is it. The promised land. All those years of being a loser, all the humiliation, all the rejections… it was all worth it for this moment.’
He sniffled, trying not to sob too loudly. ‘The only regret… the only thing missing… is skin contact…’
Just as he was about to surrender to his blissful fate, a sharp tug on his left arm made him glance down.
Nyaruko.
Her silver hair was a tangled mess, her cheek smooshed against his bicep, but her arms were locked around him like steel chains. And much like him, her position had pressed his arm squarely into her chest.
“…D-Darling,” She mumbled in her sleep, her lips curling into a dreamy smile as she nuzzled closer.
Issei’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. ‘O-Okay… so… double jackpot? What did I do to deserve this?!’
But his bladder disagreed, screaming louder than his brain. He squirmed, trying to wiggle free, but before he could make any progress, a large, strong arm swept over him.
As Priscilla slept, her dragon-like instincts had taken over. She shifted slightly and pulled him deeper into her chest with ease, pressing his head firmly into the endless valley of her bosom. The pressure swallowed him whole, trapping him in warmth so suffocatingly soft he thought he might actually ascend to the heavens.
“Ugh—!” Issei muffled against her, his voice lost in the vast expanse of her curves.
The funny part? Nyaruko was dragged right along with him, her small frame smushed tighter against his arm as Priscilla’s protective pull brought them both closer together.
So now Issei was caught in the middle, sandwiched between his chaos bringing gremlin and a dragon goddess, his face and arms consumed entirely by the holy trinity of softness.
On paper, it was paradise.
In practice… his bladder was about to kill him.
‘This is it. This is how I die. Smothered in breasts, crying for the bathroom. At least… at least it’s an honorable death.’
But the call of nature was getting bigger as Issei squirmed uselessly in the smothering embrace, his bladder screaming louder than any battle cry he’d ever heard. He twisted his shoulders, wriggled his legs, even tried to push against Priscilla’s arm, but it was like trying to move a mountain.
‘Come on, come on! I’m too young to die like this! At least let me make it to the toilet before the Grim Reaper shows up!’
“Hey… hey, wake up,” He whispered, shaking his left arm gently. “Nyaruko. Please. Help me out here.”
At first, she only snored softly, her grip on his arm tightening as though she could sense his attempted escape. But after several desperate nudges, her silver lashes fluttered open. She blinked blearily at him, her cheek still pressed against his arm, before a grin spread across her face.
“Darling~! Morning already? What a wonderful way to wake up, in your arms like this,” she purred, tightening her hold even more.
“Y-Yeah, great, fantastic,” Issei stammered, sweat beading on his forehead. “But listen, I really need to go to the bathroom. And to do that, I need you to help me wake Priscilla. Please.”
Nyaruko tilted her head, then patted his chest with mock seriousness. “Ah, I see. A mission of the highest urgency.”
Issei nodded frantically. “Exactly!”
Her grin widened. “Leave it to me, Darling. I know just the thing.”
Issei froze when she reached into her hammerspace. “Wait. No. Nyaruko. Whatever you’re thinking—”
With a triumphant flourish, she pulled out a bright red blowhorn.
“—DON’T DO IT!”
But she didn’t listen. She never listened.
She raised it to her lips, her silver eyes sparkling with mischief, and shouted, “TIME TO WAKE UP, EVERYONE!”
The blast was deafening.
“GYAAAAH!” Issei cried, clutching his ears as pain lanced through his skull.
Priscilla bolted upright with the startled grace of a panicked dragon. Her horned head smacked directly into the ceiling with a thunderous CRACK, sending splinters and dust raining down. The entire house seemed to shudder from the impact.
Issei tumbled free of her grasp, finally liberated, but he was too busy rubbing his ringing ears to celebrate. “Fuck that hurts! I swear my eardrums are bleeding!”
Priscilla sat blinking, disoriented, rubbing the sore spot on her head. “W-What…? Are we under attack?”
Meanwhile, Nyaruko stood there, blowhorn still in hand, and gave a sheepish laugh. “Whoopsie~ Guess I might’ve overdone it.”
“You think?!” Issei shot back, his voice cracking.
Before they could settle the matter, the door to the room burst open. Raynare and Kalawarna hurried inside, both dressed in matching maid uniforms with black and white frills, skirts swaying with their quick strides. Each carried a spear of light at the ready, eyes scanning the room with sharp precision.
“Master! We heard a disturbance!” Raynare declared, placing herself in front of Issei protectively.
“We’ll eliminate any intruder who dares threaten you,” Kalawarna added, her spear twitching slightly as she scanned the rafters.
Issei gaped at the two of them, still half-deaf, half-dizzy, and very aware of the fact that all of this insanity had started because he just wanted to go pee.
“…I just wanted to use the bathroom,” He muttered weakly, clutching his head.
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When Issei returned from the bathroom, still rubbing his ears and muttering curses about Nyaruko’s “wake-up method,” the guestroom was anything but peaceful.
On one side, Priscilla loomed with her arms folded, golden-green eyes flashing as she exchanged sharp words with Nyaruko. Across from them, Raynare and Kalawarna—both in pristine maid uniforms—stood ramrod straight, their light spears conjured just enough to make the room feel like a battlefield waiting to happen.
“Honestly, you nearly deafened Issei,” Priscilla scolded, her tail swishing behind her with restrained irritation.
Nyaruko stuck out her tongue. “Hey, at least I said sorry! Unlike you, Miss ‘Smash Through Walls First, Ask Questions Never!’”
Raynare’s eyes narrowed. “Do not speak so flippantly in front of Master.”
Kalawarna added coolly, “Especially after almost endangering him with your stunt.”
Nyaruko puffed her cheeks, looking ready to swing her crowbar just for emphasis.
But the moment all four noticed Issei in the doorway, the argument evaporated. Their weapons vanished, their glares softened, and in perfect unison they turned toward him.
“Master!” Raynare and Kalawarna chorused, bowing slightly.
“Darling~!” Nyaruko squealed, racing to his side and grabbing his arm as though nothing had happened.
“Issei,” Priscilla said more softly, her towering frame lowering slightly as she inclined her head.
The barrage of voices hit him all at once.
“What shall we do today?” Nyaruko asked eagerly.
“Yes, Master, what are your orders?” Raynare chimed in.
Priscilla tilted her head. “How may we spend the day together?”
Issei blinked, his brain lagging several seconds behind. ‘Why does this feel less like a harem and more like a management problem?’ He opened his mouth, fumbling for an answer.
But before he could say anything, the sliding door opened with a sharp clack.
Kaguya entered first, her crimson eyes scanning the room with irritation. Evangeline followed, her petite frame giving nothing away except the sharp gleam of curiosity in her gaze.
“What is this noise?” Kaguya demanded. “Must I scold you all like children every morning?”
Evangeline cast a quick look around the room. Her sharp eyes took in the cracked ceiling beam, the splintered wood from Priscilla’s earlier mishap, and the general disarray. She arched a brow. “…Let me guess. Nyaruko again?”
Nyaruko coughed and whistled, still glued to Issei’s side.
But before Kaguya could lecture further, both she and Evangeline froze mid-step. Their eyes snapped to Issei, narrowing as though they’d spotted something strange.
“What?” Issei asked nervously, glancing between them. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
Kaguya’s eyes were snapped open, covering her mouth. “Husband… what happened to you?”
Evangeline stepped closer, her crimson gaze sharp and focused. “Your aura. It’s thicker. Heavier and stronger. What did you do last night?”
Issei blinked dumbly. “I… slept?”
The two powerful women sighed in unison.
“You’re useless,” Kaguya muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Evangeline turned her glare on the maids. “You two. Did you notice this change? Why didn’t you report it?”
Raynare bowed her head, her long black hair falling forward. “Because, Mistress, to us… Master has always been amazing.”
Kalawarna followed her lead, her voice calm and steady. “His power, his presence—it has always been something to admire. We saw nothing unusual.”
Evangeline’s brow twitched. “Tch. Maybe we brainwashed them too well.”
Kaguya, however, with a hand to her chin, wondered. “Or perhaps… there is another explanation.”
Raynare raised her eyes, her tone calm. “It may be because of the Sacred Gear. If I remember correctly, Twice Critical is of draconic origin. If the Master has been in close contact with Priscilla…”
Kalawarna finished for her. “…then perhaps he has begun unconsciously absorbing her energy. A mutation could occur soon.”
The room went quiet for a moment. Even Issei felt the weight of those words settle in his chest. ‘Mutation? Like… more dragon stuff? Or something worse?’
The girls’ reactions varied.
Kaguya’s crimson eyes gleamed with sharp interest. “If this is true, then we must accelerate his training. Husband cannot be allowed to waste such potential.”
Evangeline smirked, her fangs just peeking through. “Oh, I like the sound of that. More sparring, more screaming. How delightful.”
Priscilla inclined her head, her voice warm but serious. “If it makes him stronger, I will support it.”
Nyaruko tightened her grip on Issei’s arm, pouting. “Don’t bully Darling too much! He’s already perfect!”
Issei paled as he watched them, each planning how to make his life more painful in the name of “training.”
Desperate to change the subject, he cleared his throat. “Uh… speaking of Priscilla…” He glanced up at the towering half-dragon, his eyes flicking nervously to the cracked beam above her head. “Do any of you know how to, um… make her smaller?”
Every head turned toward him.
Priscilla blinked once, then tilted her head, clearly unsure whether she should feel flattered or insulted.
Issei rubbed the back of his neck, glancing sheepishly up at the towering figure of Priscilla. She was seated as gracefully as she could manage in the guestroom, but even then her long legs were curled awkwardly.
“Look, I don’t mind her size at all,” He admitted, his voice sincere. “Honestly, I think it’s… well… amazing.” His cheeks burned, but he pressed on. “But it’s gonna be hard for her to live here. Walking around town? People aren’t exactly used to seeing a dragon girl just… casually shopping for groceries. And what if she wants to explore or… or just go outside without people freaking out?”
Priscilla blinked, her golden-green eyes softening. Her tail twitched slightly, as though his concern stirred something inside her.
Kaguya tapped her folded fan against her palm, her crimson eyes sharp. “Husband is correct. Priscilla’s stature will inevitably draw attention in a town as small as this. And besides…” She glanced around the cramped guestroom with a sniff. “We should already be discussing where to move. This house is far too small for us.”
Issei blinked. “...Move? Wait, what? Where exactly are we going?”
Kaguya gave him a look so matter-of-fact it almost hurt. “This place may have sufficed for your human family, but it cannot contain us. Especially if you continue summoning more women from your Gacha. And it is utterly unfit for a royal such as myself.”
Her words hit him like a brick. ‘Right, I was going to summon more girls. And my house is already packed full.’ He let out a groan. “You’ve got a point, but… where are we even supposed to go? My parents aren’t rich, and I don’t exactly have a hidden fortune lying around. None of us have money to throw at a mansion.”
Kaguya smiled, and it was not a comforting kind of smile. “The solution is simple. We will simply take what we want.”
Issei flailed his arms, nearly falling over. “No! We are not stealing someone’s house! This isn’t medieval Japan, Kaguya!”
Before he could launch into a tirade about modern law enforcement, Kalawarna cleared her throat politely. She had been standing near the door, hands folded neatly in front of her maid uniform. “If I may, Master…” She inclined her head. “There is an alternative. The old church on the outskirts of Kouh. It was our former hideout. Currently, it is abandoned. With some effort, it could be converted into a proper residence.”
Issei blinked. “…Wait. Are you talking about that creepy church outside of town?” He coughed, cutting himself off before dredging up memories best left buried. “…Right. Okay. But… is it empty?”
Evangeline’s crimson eyes gleamed as she tapped a finger against her chin. “Hmph. Not a terrible idea. I could remodel it into something more fitting. Burn down the old husk and build it into a palace… delightful.”
Her smirk widened, and Issei could practically feel his blood pressure rising.
Not to be outdone, Raynare stepped forward quickly, her voice eager. “Master, if I may—there is another solution.” She bowed low, black wings folding neatly behind her. “We Fallen have long used concealment spells. My Yuuma disguise, for instance. With your permission, I can teach Lady Priscilla to use similar magic. It will allow her to mask her true size, hide her wings and tail, and move among humans without fear.”
Issei’s eyes lit up. “Really? You can do that?”
Raynare straightened, pride in her voice. “Of course. It would be my honor to pass it on, if Master wills it.”
He grinned, clapping his hands together. “That’s perfect! Priscilla, what do you think? Want to give it a try?”
Priscilla’s long lashes lowered as she regarded him. For a moment, silence stretched. Then she gave a slow, graceful nod. “If it will help me remain at your side without causing trouble for you, then yes. I will gladly learn this magic.”
Her smile was faint but genuine, and something about it made Issei’s chest tighten.
Kaguya hummed thoughtfully, her fan hiding her lips. “So. We may have solutions to both our housing and appearance dilemmas. How curious… it seems our little household is beginning to evolve.”
Raynare then stood beside Priscilla, guiding the towering dragon-woman through the hand motions of the disguise spell. Blue sigils shimmered faintly around her claws as Raynare patiently explained the flow of magic.
But Evangeline’s attention was elsewhere. She leaned against the wall, her smirk curving sharper, her crimson eyes glimmering like rubies.
“Issei.” She whispered, her voice carrying just enough to cut through the air. “It’s about time you keep your end of our bargain.”
Issei blinked, confusion on his face. “Huh? What bargain?”
Her smirk widened, showing a glimpse of fangs.
And then it hit him. His stomach sank. ‘Right. I promised her I’d let her drink my blood.’
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Right. Uh… so, do you wanna do it now? Or maybe… somewhere private?”
Evangeline scoffed, striding forward with her tiny frame radiating the confidence of a queen. “Anywhere is fine. Just sit down, boy.”
“Boy?” Issei muttered under his breath, but he obeyed, lowering himself onto the floor.
The vampire wasted no time. In a fluid motion, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Wha—?! H-Hold on—!” Issei’s hands instinctively caught her by the waist, steadying her small form. Their faces were suddenly inches apart, her crimson eyes locking with his. Up close, she was breathtaking—delicate features, pale flawless skin, and a beauty that made his heart stutter.
‘She’s… she’s really pretty…’ He thought, heat rushing to his cheeks.
The rest of the room noticed too.
Nyaruko’s grin dropped into a scowl, her silver hair practically bristling. “Darling! Why does the vampire get to be all over you?!”
Kaguya's crimson eyes narrowed. “Such indecency… to climb onto my husband so brazenly.”
Priscilla tilted her head, her long tail twitching as her golden-green gaze darkened with something unreadable.
Even Raynare and Kalawarna, though kneeling obediently at the side, glanced at each other with faint frowns.
Evangeline ignored them all. Her lips curved into a predator’s smile as she leaned in close to Issei’s ear. “Relax. This won’t hurt… much.”
Then her fangs sank into his neck.
Issei gasped, his whole body tensing as the sharp pain turned quickly into a strange heat spreading through his veins. His grip on her waist tightened instinctively, his eyes fluttering shut as he forced himself not to panic.
Evangeline’s own breath hitched. The moment his blood touched her tongue, a shudder ran through her. She drank greedily, savoring every drop, her lips pressed against his skin.
A faint, almost indecent moan escaped her throat. “…Mmmhn…”
The sound sent the room into chaos.
“D-Did she just—?!” Nyaruko’s voice cracked, her face turning red with fury.
“Enough!” Kaguya snapped, her aura flaring. “She’s taking too long!”
Even Priscilla stepped forward, her towering frame shadowing the pair. “He turning pale. This must stop.”
Issei’s vision blurred, his limbs growing heavy. ‘S-She’s still drinking? Why’s she… not stopping?’
“Evangeline!” Kaguya barked. “Release him!”
But the little vampire clung tighter, her hands curling against his shirt as though unwilling to let go.
The group reacted as one. Nyaruko yanked at her from one side, Priscilla from the other, even Raynare and Kalawarna moving to pry her off. Finally, with a sharp tug, they tore Evangeline away from his neck.
Her lips were stained red, her expression dazed with bliss.
Issei slumped forward, his skin unnaturally pale, his breath shallow.
“Husband!” Kaguya’s fan snapped open as her magic flared. She placed her hand against his chest, reversing the damage in quick, precise pulses. Slowly, color returned to his cheeks, his breathing steadied, and the spinning in his head eased.
He blinked weakly, his voice hoarse. “...I think… she almost drained me dry…”
Evangeline licked the corner of her lips, her crimson eyes dreamy. “Sorry… the taste was quite exquisite.”
The rest of the girls glared daggers at her.
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Issei’s breathing steadied, color slowly returning to his cheeks under Kaguya’s magic. He glanced up and saw every single one of the girls glaring daggers at Evangeline, their auras prickling with suppressed hostility.
He raised both hands quickly, waving them in surrender. “H-Hey, hey, calm down, all of you! It’s fine. Really! Look—see? I’m okay now. And besides…” He gave a nervous laugh, rubbing his neck. “…I did promise her.”
The weight in the air lessened, but only slightly. Kaguya’s crimson eyes still held a glare. Priscilla’s massive tail gave an annoyed flick, and even Nyaruko crossed her arms, pouting so hard her cheeks puffed like a hamster.
Evangeline, still perched where they’d pulled her away, finally blinked as though waking from a trance. Her cheeks flushed faintly pink, and for once, her haughty smirk faltered. “Tch… I allowed my instincts to get the better of me.” She looked away, her blue eyes narrowed in something that almost resembled shame. “Your blood was… very delicious and I lost control.”
Issei scratched his cheek, embarrassed by how earnestly she said it. ‘She didn’t have to say it like that in front of everyone.’
Of course, the other girls didn’t miss a beat. Nyaruko’s eyes widened in horror. “D-Delicious?! She was practically devouring you!”
Kaguya huffed, folding her arms. “To lose herself so disgracefully in front of my husband… pitiful.”
Priscilla’s golden-green eyes narrowed. “He is fragile compared to us. You must be more careful.”
Evangeline bristled under their scolding, but before she could retort, Issei raised a hand again. “It’s okay. Really.” He forced a grin, even as the sting in his neck still throbbed. “If Evangeline wants more, she just has to ask. That’s all.”
The room erupted with protests.
“Darling, no way!” Nyaruko wailed, clinging to his arm.
“You're spoiling her,” Kaguya muttered icily.
Priscilla’s lips pressed into a thin line. “That's reckless…”
Raynare and Kalawarna exchanged glances but wisely stayed quiet, their loyalty keeping them from chiming in.
Issei sighed. ‘Why is it always me against the world in my own house?’ But he held firm. “I said it’s fine. Let’s just move on, okay?”
The girls didn’t look convinced, but after a tense pause, they grudgingly let it go.
Raynare, eager to redirect the attention, cleared her throat and gestured toward Priscilla. “If Master will excuse me, I will continue Lady Priscilla’s lesson. Once she completes the disguise spell, we’ll come downstairs to reveal her new form.”
Priscilla inclined her head gracefully. “I will learn this.”
Issei nodded, giving her an encouraging smile. “I know you will, Priscilla. And thank you Raynare for teaching her.”
Raynare bowed her head, pleased at his approval, before turning back to the dragon woman with quiet instructions.
Issei glanced at the clock on the wall. His stomach gave a faint growl, and he grimaced. “Speaking of downstairs… Mom’s probably already cooking breakfast. We should head down.”
“Darling’s right!” Nyaruko chimed, suddenly perking up. “I’ll go help Mother-in-law!” In a blur of silver hair, she dashed out of the room, leaving only a faint echo of her cheer behind.
Kalawarna straightened, smoothing her maid skirt. “I will also go. It is proper that I introduce myself to my Master’s parents and assist the lady of the house.” She gave a graceful bow before following Nyaruko down the hall.
That left Evangeline, who had already hopped to her feet. She stretched, her blue eyes glinting mischievously. “As for me, I’m full with no need to linger here.” Her smirk returned, sharp and dangerous. “I’ll be going to inspect that church Kalawarna mentioned. If it’s going to become our new home, it deserves a proper… renovation.”
But before Issei could say anything, Evangeline flicked her fingers and vanished in a shimmer of magic. In the end Issei and Kaguya went down to eat.
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The clatter of plates and the faint aroma of eggs and rice filled the dining room. For once, the Hyoudou household looked perfectly normal—until you noticed the unfamiliar maid moving gracefully around the table.
Kalawarna’s blue hair glistened under the morning light, her crisp maid uniform spotless as she set dishes down with practiced precision. She moved with the poise of someone born to serve at a noble banquet, not a humble Japanese breakfast table.
Gorou Hyoudou sat stiffly, his brow furrowed as his eyes followed her every move. Finally, he turned to his son, confusion plain on his face. “Issei,” He said slowly, “who exactly is the blue-haired maid serving us breakfast? Because unless your mother forgot to tell me something, I don’t remember us hiring help.”
Issei froze with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth. ‘Crap. Dad wasn’t around for the whole ‘fallen angel turned maid’ reveal’. He coughed awkwardly, lowering his bowl.
“Ah, right. About that…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, uh, last night was… kinda crazy. A bunch of Fallen Angels and exorcists showed up, turning the whole neighborhood into a battlefield. Don’t worry, it’s all resolved now.”
Gorou blinked. “...A battlefield?”
“Yeah,” Issei continued quickly, hoping to rush past the weirdest parts. “And, uh, one of them, Kalawarna, ended up getting captured. She’s, uh… working as a maid now. You know, to make up for, um… damages.”
Across the table, Kalawarna bowed gracefully. “It is my honor to serve, Master Hyoudou.”
Gorou’s eyes narrowed slightly. “…Master?”
Issei raised his hands, panicked. “It’s just how she talks! Nothing weird! Anyway, yeah, Dad, you should probably expect to see more strange girls around the house. I, uh, kinda summoned more of them, and I promise I’ll introduce everyone properly soon.”
There was a long pause. Gorou’s face was unreadable. Then he sighed, picked up his chopsticks, and muttered, “I don’t get it, but… fine. I’ll just accept it.”
Miki, seated beside him, was less calm. She leaned forward, her expression tight with worry. “I’m glad to have help around the house, really I am… but Issei, we don’t exactly have the space—or the money—to keep feeding all these girls.”
Issei flinched. “Y-Yeah, I know. I get it, Mom. And we’re already thinking of a solution.” He forced a smile, trying to sound confident. “Actually, we’re planning to move out.”
The room went still.
“What?” both parents blurted at once.
Gorou nearly dropped his chopsticks. “Move out? Where? With what money?”
Before Issei could stumble over an excuse, Kaguya’s voice cut across the table, smooth and commanding. She sat elegantly, her crimson eyes glinting. “You need not concern yourselves with trivial details. We already have a new residence prepared. A large structure on the outskirts of Kouh. It once belonged to the intruders who dared to assault us. Now it shall serve us instead.”
Issei’s stomach dropped. ‘She made that sound way worse than it is.’
“We’re moving into an old church.” Nyaruko says.
His parents exchanged a look, half disbelieving, half horrified. “The old church?” Miki asked, her voice tinged with alarm.
Issei coughed, scratching his cheek. “Uh, yeah, about that…”
Gorou turned back to his son, his expression heavy. “And you. Are you seriously moving out with them?”
The question hit harder than he expected. Issei stared down at his rice bowl, thinking of Nyaruko’s clingy warmth, Priscilla’s protective embrace, Evangeline’s smirk, Kaguya’s imperious pride. He thought of the battles already fought, the chaos they brought, the danger that kept circling closer.
Finally, he nodded. “Yeah. I am. I brought them here, so… it’s my responsibility to take care of them. I can’t just shove that onto you two.”
The silence that followed was heavier than any lecture.
Gorou exhaled slowly, his shoulders slumping. “…You’re serious.”
Issei forced a grin, even though his stomach twisted. “Yeah. Guess I finally have to start acting like an adult, huh?”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Miki says with worry as she didn’t want her only child to move out just yet.
“You don’t have to worry Kaa-san, we’re not leaving far plus I’m sure Evangeline can do something to make the trip shorter.”
“But-” Miki was about to say but was interrupted.
“If that’s what you believe is correct. Then you’ll have our blessing.” Gorou finally says after being in deep thought
“Dear!” Miki argued.
“We shouldn’t stop our son from walking the path he chooses. Plus I trust that our foolish son will be fine.” Gorou says putting an end to the discussion.
“Yeah mom don’t worry. We will take care of each other. Plus I promise myself and the girls will visit.” Issei says wanting to reassure his mother.
As the talk was over, the clink of chopsticks against bowls filled the silence. For a brief, precious moment, the Hyoudou household felt almost normal again. Gorou still looked a little stiff, sneaking glances at Kalawarna as she dutifully refilled bowls, while Miki tried to act as though having another maid in the kitchen was perfectly ordinary.
Then the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs.
Raynare appeared first, her maid skirt swaying as she stepped lightly into the dining room. She folded her hands neatly in front of her, her eyes gleaming with the faint pride of a teacher. “Master. Lady Priscilla has completed her lesson. She has learned the spell.”
Issei tilted his head, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. “Huh? Already?”
Before he could ask, another figure stepped into view from the hallway.
Issei’s breath caught.
It was Priscilla.
But not the towering, room-breaking dragon woman he had seen since her summoning. Instead, a tall, long white-haired woman entered gracefully, wearing a soft, oversized white fur sweater that draped warmly against her curves. Her golden-green eyes still shone, her hair still cascaded in that silky waterfall down her back—but her horns and tail were gone, completely hidden.
She was still taller than the average person, easily standing out among the Hyoudous, but now she looked… approachable. Human enough to walk through Kouh without people screaming.
“Issei!” Priscilla’s face lit up, a rare expression of pure joy flashing across her features. She rushed forward with surprising speed and enveloped him in her arms before he could react.
“W-Whoa—!” Issei’s rice bowl clattered as he was pulled into her chest, squeezed tight against the softness of her sweater. His eyes bulged as he felt her strength—completely unchanged from her dragonic form—crush the air out of him.
‘She might look smaller, but she’s still a dragon! She’s gonna snap me in half!’
“I did it,” Priscilla said proudly, her voice muffled slightly as she pressed her cheek to his hair. “Now I can walk beside you without any problem.”
Issei wheezed, patting her arm weakly. “Y-Yeah… great job… can’t… breathe…”
She instantly loosened her grip, looking sheepish. “Ah. Forgive me.”
He coughed into his sleeve, trying to catch his breath, but smiled up at her anyway. “You look amazing, Priscilla. Really. It suits you.”
Her pale cheeks flushed faintly, and she dipped her head.
Turning back to the table, Issei gestured between her and his father. “Dad, this is Priscilla. She’s… uh… another summon. Mom’s already met her—when she was, uh… bigger.”
Miki chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Bigger is an understatement. I’ll never forget the sight of her crawling through my house.”
Gorou blinked a few times, clearly trying to process this new information. Finally, he sighed and muttered, “Of course. Another one.”
Priscilla gave him a graceful bow anyway. “It is an honor to meet you properly, Issei’s father.”
Soon after, the rest of the girls filtered in. Nyaruko skipped to Issei’s side, sliding in far too close with her usual grin. Kaguya entered with a regal air, folding her sleeves neatly as she sat with perfect posture. Raynare and Kalawarna, having finished their duties, settled into seats near the corner.
The table grew full, laughter and chatter mixing with the smells of warm food. For a moment, it felt almost like an extended family gathering.
Miki glanced around, noticing the missing piece. “Where’s Evangeline? Shouldn’t she be here to eat too?”
Kaguya fanned herself lazily, her crimson eyes sharp. “She left earlier. To investigate our new home.”
“Right to your new home.” Gorou echoed, looking between them all again with growing concern as even if he gave his approval, he still worried for his son.
But before the tension could rise, Nyaruko shoved a piece of grilled fish into Issei’s mouth, giggling as he nearly choked, and the mood snapped back to chaos.
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The clatter of chopsticks and the warm smell of food faded as breakfast came to an end. One by one, bowls were stacked and plates were gathered, Kalawarna already moving to clear the table with the quiet efficiency of a professional maid. Raynare followed her with a tray in hand, both of them bowing their heads slightly toward Miki as if to silently reassure her they would handle the chores.
Issei stood, stretching his arms until his joints cracked. “Alright, guess it’s time we head out.” He glanced at his parents, trying to keep his voice casual. “We’re just going to check out the old church. Don’t worry—it’s nothing dangerous. Just want to see what Evangeline’s been up to.”
Miki wiped her hands on her apron and looked at him with a faint frown. “Already? You just finished eating.”
“Yeah, Mom,” Issei said with a weak grin. “But I’ve also got to swing by school later. I promised I’d meet with the student council president.”
That earned him a pair of baffled stares.
Gorou raised a brow. “On a Sunday?”
Miki blinked, confused. “Did you get in trouble again?”
Issei waved both hands quickly. “No, no! It’s not like that. I just… gotta talk with her about some things. Important stuff.” He scratched his cheek nervously, avoiding their eyes. ‘Like, why is my hometown so weird?"
His parents still didn’t look convinced, but neither pressed the issue. Miki sighed softly and gave him a small smile. “Just… be careful, Issei.”
“Yeah, son,” Gorou added, though his tone was a bit gruff. “Don’t drag home more weirdness than we can handle, alright?”
Issei laughed awkwardly. “No promises.”
After the two maids finished cleaning the dishes.
Soon, the little group gathered at the doorway. Kaguya stepped out first, her sleeves flowing as she carried herself like a queen leading a procession. Nyaruko skipped after her, humming cheerfully and already clinging to Issei’s arm the moment he stepped outside. Priscilla followed close behind, her new human form wrapped in a white fur sweater, her stride calm and steady but her presence still regal.
Raynare and Kalawarna took point, leading the way down the street. Their movements were sharp and professional.
Issei glanced back at his parents, who stood at the doorway watching them go. Miki gave him a small wave, and Gorou offered a half-hearted thumbs-up.
Issei smiled back at them. ‘I’ll make this work. Somehow.’
With that, he turned and followed the girls, his heart pounding a little faster with every step.
The Hyoudou family home shrank behind them, and the path ahead wound toward the outskirts of town.
Already a group of people just walking around, turned their heads as they saw a group of beautiful girls and made sure to look twice as the maids quickly captured their attention.
Then the guys had a look of envy as they noticed the beautiful women interacting and hugging the brown haired teen.
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The old church loomed in the distance, its crooked steeple pointing toward the gray morning sky like a broken finger. The paint was chipped, the windows cracked, and weeds strangled the stone path leading up to its doors.
Issei stopped just short of the front steps, scratching the back of his head. “Well… here it is. The old church.”
Nyaruko squinted up at the sagging roof. “Looks like any other run-down horror movie set. I was expecting… I dunno, more lightning strikes? Maybe a spooky organ playing itself?”
Kaguya folded her arms across her chest, crimson eyes narrowing as her sleeves fluttered in the wind. “This is the place?” Her voice dripped with disdain. “A broken shack fit for rats?”
Kalawarna quickly stepped forward, bowing her head. “Yes, Lady Kaguya. This was once our hideout.”
Kaguya clicked her tongue, clearly unimpressed.
Raynare frowned faintly as her gaze roamed the weathered exterior. “Strange. Everything looks the same as before… as if nothing has changed.”
“Maybe she’s been too busy fixing the inside to bother with the outside,” Issei suggested, trying to ease the tension. “I mean, it’s Evangeline we’re talking about. She probably wouldn’t settle for cobwebs and dust.”
He reached out and pushed the doors open.
The hinges creaked, the wood groaned… and then the world seemed to lurch.
Issei’s jaw dropped.
The interior was nothing like the decaying husk they’d expected. Instead, they were met with a vast hallway, impossibly larger on the inside than the church should have allowed. Towering gothic arches stretched high overhead, black and crimson banners lined the walls, and flickering lanterns bathed the stone floor in eerie light.
“Holy crap…” Issei whispered, eyes wide. “It’s… bigger on the inside.”
Priscilla’s golden-green eyes narrowed in cautious wonder. “Spatial magic. Impressive… It reminds me of the painting I used to live in.”
Nyaruko whistled low. “Okay, I’ll admit it. Creepy, but cool. Ten out of ten dungeon vibes.”
The heavy doors behind them slammed shut with a resounding boom. Issei nearly jumped out of his skin.
“...Okay, not creepy at all,” he muttered, his pulse spiking. “Totally normal, just casually getting locked inside a vampire’s funhouse.”
Still, the group pressed forward. Their footsteps echoed against the cavernous walls as the long hallway drew them deeper into the building. Finally, the passage opened into a vast throne room.
Black stone pillars lined the chamber, each etched with glowing runes. The ceiling soared high above, decorated with a mural of stars against eternal night. At the far end of the room sat a throne carved from obsidian and silver, cushioned in velvet.
And there she was.
Evangeline lounged on the throne, one leg crossed over the other, her petite frame draped in her usual gothic dress. Her blue eyes glittered mischievously as a massive grin spread across her face.
“Welcome,” She purred, her voice echoing through the chamber. “Welcome to our new domain.”
The girls froze, staring in disbelief at the sheer audacity of it all.
Kaguya quickly retorted. “...You call this garish monstrosity a home?”
Raynare’s lips parted as though she wanted to protest, but even she couldn’t hide her astonishment. “This… this shouldn’t even be possible to be created so quickly.”
Kalawarna pressed a hand to her temple. “She remade the entire structure.”
Nyaruko let out a laugh that was in awe at how much fun they’ll have. “She turned a crappy church into Dracula’s Airbnb!”
Issei just gaped, torn between awe and exasperation.’ I was expecting maybe some dusting and a new table… not a freaking vampire castle out of a video game!’
Evangeline rested her chin against her palm, clearly savoring their reactions. “Do you see now?” She asked, her smirk widening. “This is only the beginning. From this day forth, the old church is no more. This will now be our fortress.”
She spread her arms dramatically, her voice ringing through the throne room. “Welcome, my dear companions… to your new home.”
Done. Tell me what you think and if I made any mistakes. What do you think of Priscilla’s new form? Do you think Evangeline went too far in redecorating? The summons will be next week as I have reached my quota. Like always this commission was brought to you by Deus Ex Mima.
Comments
Alexander
Desde que se descuiden le roba mas para cambiar el exterior
salv369
Great job, I like Priscilla normal form the best, and she could have done more. Can't wait to see who will join the chaos.
Francisco Diego
Well, she had to spend the energy she got from Issei's blood on something, right?
