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GHK DXD Chapter 14 A New Arrival
🕑 Added 2025-10-21 01:05:05 +0000 UTCHyoudou Hidden Castle, Onsen
“DARLING!”
From the far side of the onsen, the door flew open, steam swirling as Nyaruko burst in with all the energy of a comet. Behind her came Priscilla and Run, whose face was red for more than just the heat.
Each of them wore a towel wrapped neatly around themselves as they entered the bath.
Run’s eye twitched. “You two weren’t supposed to follow me!”
Nyaruko pointed accusingly at her. “Oh please! You were sneaking around in just a towel. Of course we followed you!”
Priscilla crossed her arms, her towel perfectly in place. “You looked suspicious, Run. Now it’s clear why. You were coming here to bathe with Issei.”
Run groaned, muttering under her breath. “I only wanted to talk with him…”
The three of them finally looked, saw where Issei was and froze.
There, through the soft haze of steam, stood a naked Issei. Behind him were Raynare and Karura, both poised on either side, glaring daggers at each other.
Raynare had one hand on Issei’s shoulder, the other still holding a wash towel with professional calm. Karura’s golden eyes blazed with challenge as she hovered close, her usual confident smirk replaced by something far sharper.
The three new arrivals stopped dead. Their expressions said everything, specifically Nyaruko and Run who were unhappy.
Issei threw up his hands, panic rising in his voice. “It’s not what it looks like!”
“That’s exactly what people say when it is what it looks like!” Nyaruko shouted dramatically, pointing at him like an overzealous prosecutor.
Raynare’s composure returned instantly. Folding her arms across her bare chest, she said coolly, “If you must know, I was simply performing my duties. Karura decided to… assist.”
Karura crossed her own arms, her tone flat and dangerous. “I’m not assisting. I’m telling you to leave and to leave it to me.”
Raynare’s smile tightened. “How diligent of you. Unfortunately, I was already in the process of handling it.”
Nyaruko slammed her hands down on her hips. “Excuse me! If anyone’s going to wash Darling’s back, it’s me!”
Run’s competitive streak flared. “Not happening. It’s going to be me.”
Priscilla, standing just behind them, rubbed her temple and sighed. “Honestly, must we fight over this? The water’s going to cool before anyone actually uses it.”
Karura huffed. “Then get in line or get out. I was here first.”
Raynare matched her tone with quiet precision. “No, you interrupted first.”
“Can we please not start?!” Issei cried, waving his arms frantically. “I really just wanted a normal relaxing bath!”
All five women paused, eyes locking on him. The tension in the room shifted—still charged, but now threaded with mischief.
Issei swallowed hard. “…Uh oh.”
Nyaruko’s grin returned, wicked and playful. “Fine then, Darling! Let’s make it fun! Everyone in! Last one owes the others dessert!”
“Wait, what—NO—” But it was already too late.
The sound of towels hitting the floor was quickly drowned out by a chorus of splashes and laughter.
Nyaruko leapt into the steaming water first, sending waves across the pool. Run and Priscilla dove in right after her, each determined not to be last.
Karura muttered something about “reckless idiots” before stepping into the bath with a spark of static following her, while Raynare entered more gracefully—though her quiet dignity lasted all of three seconds before Nyaruko sent a playful splash her way.
The onsen dissolved into joyful chaos: laughter echoing off the stone walls, water sloshing, and voices overlapping in mock arguments.
Nyaruko and Karura were already at it again, bickering about who would be Issei’s “number one,” while Run scolded them for their lack of manners and then said that she will be his true wife. Priscilla, as always, tried to mediate, and even Raynare finally sighed, rolled her eyes, and joined in by flicking water back at Nyaruko.
Issei could only stare at the scene for a moment, caught between disbelief and amusement. Then a slow smile crept across his face. “Alright, alright,” he muttered, stepping into the steaming pool. “If you can’t beat ’em…”
The girls cheered as he joined them, and before long he was splashing back, laughing despite himself as the noise and warmth filled every corner of the room. While at the same time enjoying the sight of the girls’ naked bodies as he continued to receive a marvelous sight of the girls' bare oppai.
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Night settled softly over the castle. The corridors glowed faintly from lanterns Evageline had strung along the walls, their light diffused through threads of her magic. The once-bustling halls were now quiet except for the sound of slippers padding over polished floors.
Everyone had changed into the new pajamas Shiraori had made—matching soft fabrics of white and gold, comfortable enough that even Kaguya had admitted, with a sniff, that they were “acceptable.”
Issei stretched his arms over his head and yawned as he made his way toward his room. ‘Finally… time to sleep.’ He thought with a small smile.
But a quiet voice stopped him halfway down the hall. “Issei.”
He turned and saw Karura leaning against the doorway to her room, arms folded but her expression softer than usual. The usual confidence in her golden eyes was replaced by something more hesitant.
“Oh, hey, Karura,” Issei said, scratching the back of his neck. “Something up?”
She hesitated, glancing away before speaking. “About that… ‘school’ you mentioned earlier. The one you asked the others to join.”
Issei blinked. “Yeah? You said you weren’t really interested, remember?”
“I know.” She shifted on her feet, uncharacteristically shy. “But… would you want me to go?”
The question caught him off guard. For once, Karura’s voice carried none of her usual sharpness; it was quiet, almost uncertain.
Issei smiled. “Of course I would. I’d be happy if you went. It’d mean we could spend more time together, and… honestly, I just want everyone to enjoy themselves. I don't know anything about all of your pasts. But I feel you all deserve to relax and have a little fun.”
Karura studied him for a moment, then let out a small huff that might have been a laugh. “You really are hopelessly sentimental.”
“Maybe,” He admitted, rubbing his cheek sheepishly. “But I mean it.”
Her expression softened. “Fine then. I’ll go. If those two loudmouths—Nyaruko and Run—are right about ‘school romance,’ maybe it’ll be worth seeing what that’s like.”
Issei blinked. “You mean it?”
She gave a small nod. “Don’t overthink it, husband. Consider it… curiosity.” Before he could reply, she turned and headed toward her room, her voice echoing faintly over her shoulder. “Goodnight, Issei.”
“Night, Karura,” he said, smiling after her. ‘Guess that’s one more name on the list,’ He thought.
He continued down the hall, counting doors until he reached what he thought was his room. Still distracted by his thoughts, he pushed it open—and froze.
The room beyond was massive. Priscilla, who was resting comfortably in her larger, draconic form on her much larger bed. Her tail curled lazily around her as her eyes, calm and luminous—opened to regard him.
“Oh?” She said, a teasing smile curling across her lips. “Issei. What brings you here?”
Issei’s face went red instantly in embarrassment. “S-Sorry! I must’ve taken a wrong turn! I thought this was—uh—my room!”
Priscilla chuckled, the sound low and warm. “No harm done. You must be tired"
He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “Yeah… I just wanted to crash before something else happened.”
She tilted her head thoughtfully, the tip of her tail twitching. “You could stay here, if you wish. I don’t mind the company.”
“Eh?!”
Her smile widened. “There’s plenty of room. You can rest without worry. It would be just like in the morning.”
The invitation sounded so nice that it took a moment for Issei’s brain to catch up. Then he grinned sheepishly. “Well… if you’re sure. I mean, who could say no to that kind of protection?”
“Then it’s settled,” she said, settling back onto her bed of silk.
Issei climbed onto bed but was then grabbed by Priscilla and then hugged tightly, placing his head next to her massive oppai. Issei quickly made a perverted smile and hugged her back.
As he drifted toward sleep, Issei couldn’t help but think how strange—and wonderful—his life had become.
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The castle had fallen into a comfortable silence. Only the soft hum of magic lights and the faint rustle of curtains filled the air. Most of the residents were already asleep, resting after the long day of training and laughter.
But not everyone rested. Soft footsteps echoed down one of the long hallways.
Nyaruko tiptoed forward, her silver hair bobbing with each step, her grin mischievous. “Hehe… tonight’s the night! Perfect time to sneak in a little late-night visit to Darling.”
Her eyes sparkled as she imagined her plan, slip in, see him sleeping, maybe cuddle next to him for a bit—no harm done. Or so she told herself.
But as she rounded the corner leading to Issei’s room, another figure came into view. Long green hair glimmered faintly in the moonlight. The moment both saw each other, they quickly glared at the other the moment their paths crossed.
“You!” Nyaruko hissed. “What are you doing sneaking around at this hour?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Run shot back, folding her arms. “You’re acting suspicious.”
Nyaruko’s silver eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me—you were heading to Darling’s room too?”
Run’s cheeks flushed. “I just wanted to check on him! He might be having nightmares and I being the considerate girlfriend, want to help him.”
“Ha! A likely excuse.” Nyaruko glared.
They glared in silence for three seconds before both suddenly realized the same thing—and bolted.
“First one there wins!” Nyaruko shouted, sprinting down the hallway.
Before Run could react, Nyaruko bolted down the hall, her feet almost silent against the polished floor.
“Hey!” Run shouted, chasing after her. The two tore through the quiet corridors in a ridiculous midnight race, dodging corners and trying not to wake the others. “No way I’m losing to you!” Run yelled back, her speed matching hers stride for stride.
The race tore through the quiet castle like a storm, both girls’ bare feet pattering against the floor. Nyaruko reached the door first, skidding to a stop in triumph. “Ha! Victory is mine!” She flung open the door, stepped in, and froze.
The room was empty, and the bed untouched.
“Huh?” She blinked, scanning the bed, the corners, even under the desk. “Darling?”
Run stumbled in right behind her, panting lightly. “Where is he? You didn’t hide him, did you?”
Nyaruko scowled. “Why would I hide him? He’s gone!”
They looked at each other again, their rivalry momentarily forgotten as confusion replaced jealousy. “Okay,” Run said, lowering her voice. “We can’t wake everyone. Let’s check the other rooms quietly.”
Nyaruko nodded. “Fine. But if I find him first, he’s mine tonight.”
“In your dreams.”
The two crept through the hallways like conspirators, opening doors one by one. They peeked into Henrietta’s room—she was curled up with a blanket, breathing softly. Karura’s room was quiet as she was sleeping peacefully, best not to disturb her. Yukina’s room was cold but peaceful, faint snowflakes drifting from her breath. Furina’s room looked peaceful as she was asleep in the middle of it, completely undisturbed.
“Still nothing,” Nyaruko whispered. “Where could he—”
A faint glow at the end of the corridor drew their attention. A small orb of light drifted lazily, and from around the corner stepped Lala. Her detached head carried by her hands.
“Lala!” both girls whispered, hurrying over.
“Hello.” Lala said gloomily, both her head and body turning toward them in perfect unison. “Why are you two sneaking around?”
“We’re looking for Issei!” Nyaruko said quickly. “You haven’t seen him, have you?”
Lala tilted her head. “I did. He went into Priscilla’s room a while ago. He hasn’t come out.”
“...Priscilla’s room?” Both girls repeated in unison.
Lala nodded innocently. “Yes. He looked very tired though. He must be resting there.”
Nyaruko’s eye twitched. “Resting, huh?”
Without another word, both girls took off down the hall again, ignoring Lala’s curious, “Goodnight?” as they disappeared around the corner.
When they reached the door to Priscilla’s chamber. They hesitated only a moment before Nyaruko slowly pushed the door open.
The sight that greeted them made both stop in their tracks.
Inside the vast chamber, Priscilla was asleep in her true size, her breathing deep and steady. And lying peacefully against her chest, resting atop the curve of her arm, was Issei—fast asleep, completely content. He was sprawled comfortably, using her as though she were a giant pillow.
Nyaruko’s mouth opened slightly. “He’s… sleeping on her…”
Run folded her arms, trying—and failing—not to pout. “Looks like someone beat us to it.”
The peaceful sight only made Nyaruko’s jealousy grow. “That’s not fair! She already gets to be huge and soft and majestic! I want to sleep there too!”
“Keep your voice down!” Run hissed, but her cheeks were pink. “You’ll wake them.”
Too late. Priscilla’s tail twitched faintly, but she didn’t wake. Issei let out a soft sigh in his sleep, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like, “So warm…”
Both girls froze again. Then, as if sharing the same idea, they looked at each other.
“…We’re doing this, aren’t we?” Nyaruko whispered.
“…Yes,” Run muttered back, resigning herself.
Quietly, they tiptoed forward, careful not to disturb Priscilla’s tail. The air around her was pleasantly warm. Nyaruko climbed up first, settling near Issei’s left side. Run sighed and followed, resting on his right.
Issei didn’t stir. The moment both girls lay down beside him, the warmth and rhythmic breathing of the dragoness lulled them, too.
Nyaruko whispered, “Next time, I’m going to take Issei to my room earlier.”
“Next time,” Run murmured sleepily, “I’m finding a way to lock everyone out.”
Within minutes, the two of them drifted off as well. Issei resting between the three girls, peaceful smiles softening every face.
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Monday, 14 of April, 2008
The air was warm and quiet as Issei stirred as his internal clock told him to get up as today was a school day.
At first, he only registered warmth—soft, steady, and all-encompassing. It felt as though he were wrapped in a blanket that breathed. His body was completely relaxed, his head resting on something that felt far too comfortable to be a pillow. For a blissful moment, he thought, ‘Wow… sleeping on Priscilla is really comfortable and amazing.’
Meanwhile the dragoness was still asleep, her massive tail coiled near the far end of the chamber. Her breathing was deep and steady, the rise and fall of her chest gentle enough to rock him slightly where he rested.
Issei smiled a little. But then he felt something else. But two soft items were pressed against his arm. He turned his head—and froze.
To his left, Nyaruko was curled up beside him, her silver hair draped over his shoulder like a silken blanket. Her expression was peaceful for once, her usual manic grin replaced by a small, content smile. One hand clutched his arm possessively, as if daring anyone to take it away.
“Wha—Nyaruko?!”
His voice came out as a whisper, half panic and half disbelief. He turned his head the other way—and found Run, also asleep, resting her cheek lightly against his other arm. Her breathing was slow, her face calm and serene. Even in sleep, she looked faintly smug, as if proud of having claimed her spot.
Issei’s mind went blank. “...When did this happen?” he muttered helplessly.
His head glanced up toward Priscilla, who was still fast asleep, her soft snores rumbling faintly like a purring dragon. Carefully, he tried to shift one arm free—but Nyaruko immediately tightened her grip, mumbling, “Mine…” under her breath and pulling him closer.
“...Okay, that was useless.” Issei muttered.
He turned slightly toward Run, hoping she’d be easier to move—but she simply sighed and nuzzled his shoulder, murmuring something too quiet to catch. Her hold wasn’t as strong, but the sight of her peaceful expression made him hesitate.
He exhaled slowly, resigning himself. “Guess I’m staying like this for a while.”
The minutes passed quietly. The warmth of the morning, the soft light, and the steady breathing of three people surrounding him created a strangely comforting peace.
Eventually, Priscilla stirred. The giant dragoness shifted slightly, opening one luminous eye. Her calm voice filled the room. “You’re awake, Issei.”
He froze. “P-Priscilla! Morning!”
Her golden eye blinked once, then turned toward the sleeping forms draped over him. “Looks like we had visitors last night.”
“I swear I have no idea how this happened,” Issei said quickly. “One moment I’m asleep, the next I’ve got two clingy aliens using me as a pillow!”
Priscilla’s lips curved faintly into a small, knowing smile. “Hmm. You attract them easily. That much is clear.”
“That’s not helping…” he muttered.
She chuckled softly, the sound deep and melodic. “Relax, Issei. They mean no harm. Let them sleep a little longer.”
He sighed and leaned back against her warmth. “Yeah, I guess so.”
There was a brief silence—just the sound of breathing. Then, Nyaruko mumbled something in her sleep, snuggling closer. “Darling… my turn…”
Run frowned slightly, as if sensing competition even in her dreams, and shifted to clutch Issei’s other arm tighter.
Priscilla raised a brow. “They’re very… enthusiastic.”
“Don’t remind me,” Issei said weakly. Issei was just about to begin to drift back into half-sleep when he felt something shift beside him.
At first it was small—just the faint stir of movement and a sleepy sigh—but then came the unmistakable sound of a yawn right next to his ear.
“Mmhh… good morning, Darling~” Nyaruko mumbled, stretching lazily. Her eyes fluttered open, and the moment she realized where she was, that sleepy smile turned into pure delight.
Issei, noticing that she was now awake, asked the question that had been bothering him the moment he woke up. “Nyaruko, why are you and Run here?”
“Eh? Oh! Oh-ho-ho! I was planning to crawl into your bed and join you! But then I saw that you weren’t in your room and decided to look for you. Imagine my surprise to find you sleeping with Priscilla.”
“Yeah I came here by accident. I was about to go to my room but Priscilla told me that it was okay to sleep here with her. I obviously wasn’t going to reject a chance to sleep and feel her Oppai again. They are really soft.” Issei answered with a smile.
“Maooh! I dislike that you really like big breasts and will go out of your way to be near them.” Nyaruko says with a pout.
“Sorry, can’t resist.”
But then on his other side, Run blinked awake, yawning softly. Her green hair fell across her shoulder as she rubbed her eyes. “Mmm… morning already? Huh?”
She then saw that her boyfriend was awake and began to cuddle next to him. ”Good morning, Issei.”
“Good morning. Were you also trying to find me?” Issei questioned, happy to feel her soft body that was currently being rubbed against him.
“Yeah, it’s not fair that you decided to sleep with Priscilla and not me.” Run said a childish voice.
“Sorry it just happened.”
Priscilla stirred awake with a low hum, golden eyes half-lidded as she took in the scene. “You three are rather noisy for dawn.”
“Sorry the two just woke up.” Issei apologized.
Priscilla gave a faint, amused chuckle. “I see. Then I guess we should get up and see what the morning brings.”
Issei agreed as he finally sat up, slipping free from both of them. “Alright! Everyone up, we’ve got a long day ahead of us!”
Nyaruko pouted. “You’re no fun, Darling.”
Run brushed her hair back with practiced grace. “He’s right. We should get ready.”
Priscilla stretched, and then with a bit of magic, she shifted back into her small human form. Her calm voice carried a hint of amusement. “Hopefully someone prepared breakfast for us.”
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By the time they reached the dining hall, the scent of food had already filled the air.
The long wooden table gleamed as at the far end stood Raynare and Kalawarna, both dressed neatly in their maid uniforms, setting down the last of the dishes. Henrietta, Shiraori, Karura, Furina, Kaguya, Evangeline, Lala and Yukina were already sitting down eating their portions.
Steam rose from freshly cooked rice, grilled fish, and bowls of miso soup—an unexpectedly traditional spread that made even Kaguya raise an eyebrow in surprise.
Raynare gave a polite bow as everyone filed in. “Good morning, Master Issei. Breakfast is served.”
Kalawarna added, “Please, eat before it gets cold.”
Issei smiled. “Wow, this looks amazing! Thanks, both of you.”
The group that had just arrived began to take their seats, the lively chatter filling the room almost instantly. Nyaruko was already halfway through her rice before Issei even sat down. Run calmly poured tea for herself and Issei, while Priscilla sat gracefully, her every movement poised.
Evangeline, seated beside Kaguya, simply sipped her tea with quiet pride. “You two are really learning how to be useful. As the aroma is impressive.”
Raynare’s expression brightened faintly at the compliment. “Thank you, Lady Evangeline.”
Issei took a bite of the grilled fish and let out a sigh of relief. “Ahh… this hits the spot.”
Then he glanced around at the table. “By the way, I should tell everyone now—after breakfast, I’m heading to school to talk with Sona about the girls who’ll be enrolling.”
The conversation paused.
“You’re meeting her again already?” Kaguya asked, her tone low and faintly displeased. “That devil girl certainly makes my day turn sour. Acting as if she could order us around.”
Issei laughed awkwardly. “It’s not like that. If we want anyone to officially attend, I have to coordinate with her.”
“Hmph.” Kaguya looked away, crossing her arms. “Still, it’s irritating that a devil holds authority here. I’d rather we didn’t owe her anything.”
“I know,” Issei said, smiling gently. “But it’s fine, really. We’ll manage. She’s not that bad when you get used to her.”
Evangeline smirked. “That’s debatable.”
The rest of the girls listened with varying levels of interest. Nyaruko and Run exchanged excited glances—both eager for their “school romance” experience to finally begin—while Henrietta and Yukina quietly sipped their tea, curious but calm. Karura, sitting near the end of the table, simply nodded when Issei caught her eye, giving a faint smile that said she hadn’t forgotten their talk the night before.
Once breakfast ended, Raynare stepped forward again, collecting plates with Kalawarna. “We’ll keep everything tidy while you’re out, Master Issei.”
“Thanks, Raynare,” he said warmly. “You two really help a lot around here.”
Her expression softened. “It’s our duty.”
As everyone stood to begin their day, Issei stretched his arms and looked around at the lively group. “Alright, everyone. I’ll head to school now, talk to Sona, and get the paperwork started. When I get back, I’ll have some news.”
Nyaruko leaned forward eagerly. “Ooh, will we get uniforms?”
Run smiled. “Probably. That could be fun.”
Furina sighed dramatically, resting her cheek on her hand. “Ugh, school. I can already feel the tedium setting in.”
“Think of it as a performance,” Priscilla said with a teasing grin.
Issei chuckled. “I’ll let you know what Sona says. And later… I was thinking we could all visit my parents’ place. I want you guys to meet them.”
That earned an immediate wave of reactions.
“Your parents?!” Run gasped. “Ohhh, I have to make a good impression!”
Henrietta’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “I’d like that. It would be nice to see where you come from.”
Even Lala and Shiraori exchanged intrigued looks.
“Yup,” Issei said, rubbing his head sheepishly. “They’ll probably be shocked… but it’s time they met everyone.” Issei then left to prepare his uniform and headed out to start his day.
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Kouh Academy
The familiar sight of Kuoh Academy’s gates loomed ahead under the clear morning sky. Many female students filed in, chatting and laughing, the air filled with that usual Monday energy of half-dread, half-routine.
For Issei, though, the normalcy felt almost alien.
He stood at the entrance for a moment, just staring at the school. The early sunlight warmed his face, but his thoughts were elsewhere—still tangled in the whirlwind that had been his weekend. ‘Man… has it really only been two days?’
“Yo! Issei!”
The call snapped him back to reality. Two familiar figures approached, waving enthusiastically. Motohama adjusted his glasses with that smug grin of his, and Matsuda gave a thumbs-up that could have blinded small children.
“There you are, man!” Matsuda said, clapping him on the shoulder. “We were starting to think you died or something! You’ve been way too quiet since Friday!”
Motohama nodded. “Yeah. So, how was your weekend, huh? You went on a date, didn’t you? With that silver-haired girl! Spill it, dude. Details. Now.”
Issei blinked, his brain stalling for a moment. Oh right…my date with Nyaruko. That was supposed to be simple.
Then his thoughts spiraled—Raynare’s ambush, the summoning of Priscilla, the Fallen Angels’ nighttime assault, the creation of their hidden castle, the arrival of new summons, the battle with Karura, the onsen chaos, and finally the meeting with Sona Sitri herself.
He stared at his friends blankly. “...You could say it was an intense weekend.”
Matsuda tilted his head. “Intense how? Like, ‘date went really well’ intense, or—”
Motohama interrupted, adjusting his glasses again with mock seriousness. “Or like, ‘your date turned miserable and she broke up with you’ intense?”
Issei rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. “Let’s just say… a lot happened. More than I can explain right now.”
The two perverts exchanged looks of disappointment.
Matsuda groaned dramatically. “C’mon, man! That’s not fair! We shared our stories!”
“You got kicked out of the pool for peeking at girls once.” Issei deadpanned.
“That’s still a story!”
Issei chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll bet.” Then his expression softened as he looked toward the main building. “Anyway, I’ve got to talk with Souna-kaichō before class starts. It’s kind of important.”
The mention of her name made both his friends freeze.
“Souna Shitori? The student council president?” Motohama asked, lowering his glasses slightly as if to confirm he’d heard correctly.
Matsuda whistled. “Dude, what did you do? You know she doesn’t just ‘talk’ to people. She interrogates them.”
Issei gave a nervous laugh. “Yeah, I’ve… noticed.”
Motohama shook his head. “Good luck, man. She’s super intense. Like, scary-intense.”
“Yeah, try not to make her mad,” Matsuda added. “We don’t wanna find your name on a disciplinary list.”
Issei waved them off with a grin. “Relax, I’ll be fine. It’s just… school stuff.”
As he walked past the gates, he could still hear them whispering behind him.
“Think he’s in trouble?” Matsuda asked.
“Knowing Issei? Definitely,” Motohama replied.
He smiled faintly at that, not bothering to correct them. ‘If only you two knew.’
Crossing the courtyard, he passed clusters of students chatting before class, their laughter and casual energy almost surreal compared to what he’d been dealing with. The peaceful normalcy of Kuoh felt worlds away from his current reality waiting for him at home.
He exhaled slowly. “Alright, time to get this over with.”
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The quiet hum of the air conditioning filled the Student Council Office as Issei stood outside the door, his hand hovering just short of the handle.
He took a slow breath, steadying himself. ‘Alright, Issei. Just be respectful, keep it simple, and don’t say anything stupid.’
“Come in,” came Sona’s composed voice from within.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room was immaculate as always—organized shelves, neat desks, and a faint scent of polished wood. The morning light streamed through the blinds, falling across the polished surface of Sona’s desk. Behind it sat the president herself, her posture perfect, glasses gleaming as she looked up from a stack of documents. Standing beside her, ever-poised, was Tsubaki Shinra, her expression calm and unreadable.
“Hyoudou-san,” Sona greeted, setting her pen aside. “You’re earlier than expected.”
Issei rubbed the back of his neck and offered a small smile. “Yeah, I figured I shouldn’t keep you waiting. I’ve got the list of the girls who’ll be enrolling.”
Her violet eyes sharpened slightly with interest. “I see. Let’s hear it.”
He cleared his throat. “The ones joining are Nyaruko, Run Elsie Jewelria, Henrietta de Tristan, Yukina, and Karura Kure.”
Tsubaki’s pen moved swiftly across the notepad in her hand, writing down each name with quiet precision. Sona adjusted her glasses, repeating them softly under her breath as though committing them to memory.
“I’ll have the proper paperwork drafted for these five,” she said finally. “However, as I mentioned before, I will allow them entry under certain… conditions.”
Issei blinked. “Conditions?”
Sona leaned back slightly in her chair, folding her hands together. “Let’s call them favors. In exchange for my assistance, I expect your cooperation in certain matters when I call upon you.”
Issei exhaled quietly. ‘Of course she’d say that.’
“As long as it’s nothing excessive,” he said with a wry smile, “I’ll gladly help however I can.”
Her lips curved just faintly—half amusement, half approval. “Good. I appreciate your willingness.”
She made a note on her paper, then looked back up at him. “Though… two of these names concern me. The girl called Nyaruko, and this Yukina. They appear to lack surnames. That will be an issue for the official records.”
“Oh, right,” Issei said, scratching his cheek awkwardly. “That’s, uh… kind of hard to explain. They’re not exactly from around here. Maybe just… use my last name for them?”
Sona raised an eyebrow. “Your last name?”
“Yeah. Hyoudou Nyaruko and Hyoudou Yukina. It’ll make things simpler, right?”
Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, as if weighing the significance of that choice. Then she nodded. “Very well. I’ll register them under your family name. But be aware—people may make assumptions.”
Issei laughed nervously. “Yeah, that’s nothing new.”
Tsubaki’s neutral tone cut in smoothly. “It will take several days to process the necessary documents. Expect everything to be finalized by next week.”
Sona leaned forward again, her tone measured. “In the meantime, I expect them to behave accordingly. No incidents, no disturbances, and absolutely no exposure of the supernatural to the general student body. I trust that’s clear?”
“Crystal,” Issei said immediately. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep them under control.”
“I do hope so,” Sona replied, adjusting her glasses again. “From what little I’ve seen of them, that may be a challenge.”
Issei chuckled weakly. “You’re… not wrong.”
The faintest sigh escaped her. “Very well. The arrangements will be handled on my end. And as for the first favor I mentioned…”—her eyes glinted slightly—“I’ll let you know when the time comes.”
He had the distinct feeling that whatever she had planned, it would not be something simple. But for now, he just smiled and nodded. “Got it. Thanks, Kaichō. I really appreciate it.”
Sona inclined her head politely. “You’re welcome, Hyoudou-san. Try not to cause any… headaches before then.”
“I’ll do my best,” he said, scratching his cheek as he turned for the door. “Have a nice day, Kaichō.”
“You as well,” she replied, already returning to her paperwork.
As Issei stepped back into the hallway, he exhaled deeply. The tension left his shoulders at last. Still, he couldn’t help but grin. Things were moving forward—the girls were officially joining Kuoh, and for once, everything felt… almost normal.
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Hyoudou Hidden Castle
In the wide main hall, a group of women sat gathered around a long table. A lively mix of personalities filled the room—voices overlapping, laughter ringing against the high ceilings.
Henrietta sipped her tea gracefully, looking thoughtful. “I must say, this world is… stranger than mine. But Issei Hyoudou, he seems to hold a peculiar charm over all of you.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Nyaruko said dramatically, waving her spoon for emphasis. “Darling’s a magnet for chaos. He attracts danger, divine beings, eldritch horrors—and somehow survives it all with that goofy grin.”
Run giggled, twirling a strand of her long green hair. “He sounds like a handful. Still… I can see why everyone’s drawn to him. He’s kind, and he doesn’t treat us like we’re… well, trophies.”
“True,” Priscilla added softly. “He listens to us and does care.”
Lala, seated beside them, nodded her detached head, while resting on the table while her body poured tea. “He’s polite.”
Across the room, Furina sat with her arms folded, looking half-bored, half-amused. “Hmph. For someone who claims to be ordinary, he certainly gathers quite the entourage. It’s practically theatrical.”
Karura smirked faintly. “I prefer to call it instinct. Power attracts power. And if he’s strong enough to handle me, then he’s worth following.”
Henrietta blinked. “You mean… handle you in battle, correct?”
Karura’s smile widened. “Among other things.”
That earned a groan from Evangeline. “I swear, you’re all incorrigible.”
Kaguya, ever poised, simply adjusted her sleeve and sipped her tea in silence. “Well, he does possess a certain charm,” she admitted grudgingly. “Though I would appreciate it if he stopped attracting trouble.”
Off in the corner, Shiraori sat surrounded by shimmering silk threads that floated through the air. Her pale fingers moved with precise grace, weaving cloth that shimmered faintly with magic. She didn’t join the conversation, but her many-eyed focus never wavered as she listened quietly to every word. ‘These uniforms will be ready by tomorrow.’ She thought to herself.
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Meanwhile, the steady rhythm of broom strokes and faint humming came from down the hall, where Raynare and Kalawarna worked side by side. The former Fallen Angels had slipped easily into their roles as the household’s caretakers, their movements coordinated, almost serene.
Knock, knock
Kalawarna glanced toward the main entrance as a soft knock echoed through the hall. “Hmm? Visitors, here of all places?”
Raynare frowned slightly, exchanging a glance with her companion. “That’s odd. Master isn’t back yet.”
Setting down her cleaning cloth, she walked toward the door, wings flickering faintly beneath her uniform before fading again. Kalawarna followed, cautious but curious.
The knocking came again—gentle, hesitant.
Raynare unlatched the door and opened it just enough to peer outside.
Standing there was a young girl no older than sixteen. She had light blonde hair cut in a short bob, bright green eyes full of innocence, and wore a modest green nun’s habit that seemed a bit too large for her small frame. In her hands she clutched a small satchel, and her expression was both nervous and hopeful.
“Um… e-excuse me,” the girl said softly. “Is this the church of Kuoh Town?”
Raynare’s eyes widened instantly. The face—it was impossible to forget.
Kalawarna felt the realization hit at the same time. She tensed. “Asia Argento.”
The girl blinked. “Y-Yes… that’s me.”
Raynare’s memories surfaced like ghosts—their mission, their betrayal of orders, the plan to steal her Sacred Gear.
For a heartbeat, neither ex-Fallen Angel spoke. The air felt heavier, the warmth of the home dimming under the weight of old sins.
Asia shifted nervously. “Um… I was told this place might be safe. I… I didn’t know where else to go.”
Kalawarna’s expression softened despite herself. The young girl’s eyes were genuine—trusting, kind. The same innocence that had made her such an easy target once before.
Raynare’s throat felt dry. “You’re…finally here?”
Asia nodded timidly. “Yes. I was excommunicated from my church, and… I heard rumors that someone here helps people like me and would allow me to stay.”
Raynare and Kalawarna exchanged a long, silent glance. The irony wasn’t lost on either of them. Once, they had been the threat she’d needed protection from. Now, she stood before them again—unarmed, unguarded, asking for safety.
Kalawarna spoke first, her voice calm but uncertain. “Our master—Issei Hyoudou—he… oversees this place now.”
Asia tilted her head. “Master?”
Raynare swallowed hard, forcing a small, polite smile. “Yes. You’ll meet him soon. He… he wouldn’t want you standing outside.”
She stepped back, motioning gently. “Please, come in.”
Asia hesitated, but the warmth in Raynare’s tone won her over. She stepped through the doorway, clutching her satchel close.
As the door closed behind her, Kalawarna leaned in, whispering under her breath, “What do we do? Should we tell the others about what we planned before? And do we reveal to this girl her actual purpose?”
Raynare’s expression was unreadable, her eyes fixed on the young girl now gazing in awe at the grand hall. “We don’t have to,” she said quietly. “That Raynare—the one who wanted to hurt her—doesn’t exist anymore. But we should tell the master and mistresses.”
Kalawarna frowned slightly, then nodded. “Right… The master should decide what happens next.”
Raynare nodded, her tone soft but firm. “Yes. But until then, she’s under our protection.”
The two former Fallen shared a brief look—something between guilt, understanding, and newfound resolve—before turning back toward Asia, who was now staring at the massive silken tapestry Shiraori had hung above the altar.
“This place is beautiful,” Asia said softly. “And much bigger on the inside.”
Raynare managed a genuine smile this time. “I'm glad you like it. This home will be where you will be working hard, from now on.”
Finally done. Tell me what you think and if I made any mistakes. Like always this commission was brought to you by Deus Ex Mima. So be sure to thank him.
Comments
Alexander
Gracias deus ex mina
salv369
Asia is finally here wonder how all the girls will react to her. She is a dragon tamer(even if she doesn't know it) so she should get along with Priscilla and she can make friends with a couple of the girls. Money is going to be a problem since I know Issei would want to buy things for the girls.
