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Chapter 7: Sneaking into Bed
🕑 Added 2025-05-06 10:24:31 +0000 UTCThe night passed quickly, and no one knew that the Matou household had quietly changed hands by dawn. The real Zouken Matou was already dead—what remained was merely Takashi Kuroda’s puppet. With all of Zouken’s memories intact, no outsider could tell the difference. Under Takashi’s orders, Zouken had discreetly arranged everything in the household, ensuring that tonight’s events would be remembered as nothing more than an ordinary nightmare.
As for Takashi Kuroda, he would temporarily reside in the estate as Sakura Matou’s magecraft instructor. Of course, this identity wasn’t publicly known—only a select few within the Matou family needed to be aware, such as Byakuya Matou, the young Shinji Matou, and Sakura herself.
Byakuya Matou, the nominal head of the family, found the situation strange when he heard about it from Zouken. However, he dared not question the old man’s intentions. Zouken had strictly instructed that no one was to reveal Takashi’s presence, and in daily life, they were to ignore whatever Takashi did, keeping it buried in their hearts and treating him with the same deference as Zouken himself.
Understanding the gravity of the situation, Byakuya didn’t dare underestimate the young man who now held such influence. Byakuya had always been a dutiful and cautious man, which was why the old Zouken, despite looking down on his magical aptitude, had trusted him with handling mundane affairs.
And so, Takashi Kuroda successfully infiltrated the Matou household. After being assigned a room, he immediately collapsed onto the soft bed without even bothering to undress. The exhaustion from the night’s events, combined with the stress of transmigration and the lingering shock of killing Zouken and Angra Mainyu, had left him mentally and physically drained.
Though he had acted ruthlessly and decisively, Takashi didn’t consider himself a villain. Perhaps the influence of the Ruined King’s power had shielded him from the guilt of killing, but now that the transformation had faded, the psychological toll began to weigh on him—like phantom pains after anesthesia wore off. Still, he believed a good night’s sleep would help him recover.
As he lay in bed, Takashi reflected on his actions since arriving in this world. In a way, he was a scoundrel—willing to do whatever it took to secure his survival. Maybe he really was destined for this villainous system.
Nighttime was when human rationality ran deepest, and Takashi had a habit of self-reflection before sleep. Only by clearing his mind could he see his true self.
"No matter what I become or what I do in the future… as long as I act without regret, that’s enough."
This was the principle he set for himself in this new world.
"Well then… good night, Stheno, Euryale, Medusa. Good night, System. Good night, world."
With those quiet words, Takashi closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
Not long after he drifted off, three figures materialized in the air—the Gorgon Sisters, who had followed him in spiritual form.
"Ara~ Our Master seems utterly exhausted, falling asleep so quickly and so soundly," Stheno murmured, stepping closer to the bed. She gazed at Takashi’s sleeping face with amusement before poking his cheek playfully.
"Stheno (I), you just got punished by Master earlier. Do you really want to risk worse treatment? If you embarrass yourself again, don’t drag me into it—I refuse to spin around in humiliation like you did," Euryale warned, though her tone carried more amusement than actual concern.
"Hehe~ Euryale (I), my beautiful Euryale (I). I was punished because I made the mistake of treating Master like those foolish heroes from before—thinking of him as just another plaything. But as goddesses, such thoughts are only natural, aren’t they?" Stheno mused as she climbed onto the bed.
"True, we are beloved goddesses. Ah! Stheno (I), I see what you mean. Master is different. We can’t treat him the way we treated those heroes." Euryale grinned in realization and joined her sister on the bed.
"Exactly, Euryale (I). Our previous approach was wrong, which is why Master was displeased. We must respect him properly—love him sincerely, not just as a passing amusement. So, Euryale (I), do you understand what we must do now?"
"Hmph, the privilege of touching a goddess isn’t something just anyone can enjoy. And to be serviced by us? That’s the highest form of respect. Master won’t blame us for this." Euryale smirked in agreement.
Meanwhile, little Medusa stood to the side, confused by her sisters’ conversation. Unlike them, she lacked their telepathic bond, so she didn’t fully grasp their meaning. But one thing was clear—she had to cherish and revere their Master.
After all, how long had it been since she was reunited with her sisters? For Medusa, this was true happiness. And the one who made it possible—Master Takashi—was now someone she held in the highest regard. Though she had been wary at first, that was only out of concern for her sisters. Now, having accepted his power, she saw him as the kindest person in the world besides her sisters.
"Ara~? My dear, not-so-bright little Medusa, how long will you stand there? This is a chance to serve Master. Come here, onto the bed—don’t make me repeat myself." Stheno’s voice snapped Medusa out of her thoughts.
"Mmm… yes, Elder Sister."
With that, Medusa climbed onto the bed as well, and the three sisters surrounded Takashi.
"Sleeping in clothes without even a blanket… Master will catch a cold like this. Even if he’s stronger than those heroes, we can’t neglect our duties as his goddesses. Come, Euryale (I), Medusa—let’s help our careless Master undress."
Medusa carefully shifted Takashi’s body while Stheno and Euryale removed his clothing piece by piece. Despite their clumsy movements, Takashi remained fast asleep, allowing the sisters to have their way with him.
Soon, his upper body was completely bare, revealing toned and well-defined muscles. His pants were stripped down to just his underwear.
"Hmm… He’s skinnier than I expected. Kind of cute." Euryale eyed Takashi’s physique, comparing it to the burly, brutish Greek heroes of the past. While he wasn’t as massive, she found his leaner form far more appealing.
"I know what you mean, Euryale (I). Master’s body suits our tastes perfectly~" Stheno purred, running her fingers along Takashi’s chest and abdomen before licking her lips. Euryale joined in, tracing his muscle lines with a satisfied grin.
"S-Sisters… weren’t we supposed to let Master sleep properly?" Medusa’s voice, tinged with embarrassment, broke the moment. Her face flushed red—this was her first time seeing a nearly naked man up close.
