The sun hung high in the blue sky, its warmth gently trying to warm the streets of Kuoh during the start of winter. The streets bustled with people going about their weekend routines—some shopping, others out for leisure, and a few couples enjoying their dates. It was an ordinary day for most.
"Higher, Papa! Higher!" Sakura giggled as she sat proudly atop Issei's shoulders, her tiny hands gripping his hair with zero remorse or regard for his scalp.
"H-Hey, easy on the hair." Issei chuckled, adjusting his grip to steady her while trying not to wince. "Papa needs that for his self-esteem."
Tamamo walked beside him, holding his free hand with hers, her fingers interlaced tightly through his. She looked up at him with a soft, mischievous smile, her golden eyes sparkling like sunlight off a lake.
"You're adorable when you're suffering for your child." She teased sweetly.
"Yeah, yeah," Issei muttered, though the corner of his lips twitched into a grin. "Not like I'm not used to being bullied by my family."
Tamamo giggled, if her tails were out they would be swaying rhythmically behind her. Today, she wore modern winter clothes, fitted elegantly to her figure. It was casual enough not to draw too much attention—yet refined in a way that only heightened her natural beauty. Her long hair shimmered under the sunlight, soft and full, and her aura, always bright making heads turn wherever she went.
The effect wasn't lost on the crowd.
Passersby slowed or stopped altogether to glance, double-take, or outright stare at the young family. Whispers started among them, subtle at first, but growing as more noticed the trio.
"Is that… her real hair color?"
"She's stunning… like, nothing could compare."
"Wait, did that little girl call them her parents?"
"I thought he was some lucky college kid, but they already have a child?!"
"Damn, now I feel like I've been doing life wrong."
Issei tried his best to ignore it. He was used to being stared at these days, especially since his life had gone from high school pervert to multiversal trouble-magnet, but it was still a little weird. Still…he looked up at Sakura and smiled.
She was loving every second of the attention.
"Look, Mama!" She shouted, arms spread like wings while she's usually shy alone, whenever she's with her parents she feels extremely confident."Everyone's looking at us!"
Tamamo chuckled, stepping closer to brush a strand of hair from Sakura's face. "Of course they are, little one. You're the cutest girl in the city."
"And Mama's the prettiest!" Sakura added proudly, then leaned forward, whispering loudly in Issei's ear. "Papa's lucky."
"I can hear you, you know," Issei deadpanned.
"But you are!" Sakura insisted, puffing up her cheeks. "Mama is like a goddess."
Tamamo blushed slightly, though her smile didn't waver. "Well… she's not wrong."
Issei gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his voice soft. "She's more than a goddess. She's one of the loves of my life."
Tamamo blinked, caught off guard by the sudden sincerity. Her ears twitched, betraying her flustered state.
"O-Oh my," she said, quickly looking away. "You can't just say things like that in the middle of town, darling."
Issei only looked at her with a confused expression. "Why not? It's true."
From above, Sakura clapped her hands. "Ehh! Papa you're so blunt."
Issei laughed. "And what's wrong with that?"
"If Papa isn't careful he might be attacked by Mama." Sakura warns.
Tamamo broke into laughter, her voice a gentle, bell-like chime that seemed to draw even more attention from the crowd. She leaned into Issei's arm and rested her head briefly against his shoulder.
They stopped for a moment in front of a park—Sakura immediately pointed toward the playground. "Can we go, Papa? Please please please?!"
Issei glanced at Tamamo, who nodded. "We have time."
"Alright, my little flower. Let's go conquer the playground."
Sakura let out a triumphant cheer as Issei lifted her down gently and she sprinted off, her tiny feet kicking up leaves as she ran.
Tamamo watched her go, the smile on her face softening.
"She's really grown attached to both of us," she said quietly. "Sometimes I wonder if it's too fast."
Issei looked down at her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Kids know who makes them feel safe. You've given her more warmth in a week than some people get in a lifetime."
Tamamo looked up at him, touched.
"Besides," he added with a lopsided grin, "she's part of our family now. That means you're her Mama, and I'm her lucky dumbass of a Papa."
She snorted. "You're more than that, you know."
He shrugged. "Only a little."
They watched as Sakura climbed onto the swing set, her face beaming, hair catching the breeze.
People continued to watch them—but at this point, Issei didn't care. Let them stare. Let them whisper. This was about them.
Sakura's joyous laughter echoed through the park, mingling with the rustling of fallen colored leaves as they danced in the breeze. The little girl darted across the playground, now accompanied by a small cluster of children who had wandered over some that were from the same elementary school as her—drawn in by her infectious energy and innocent charm. They chased each other between slides and swings, their voices rising with excitement and youthful glee.
From a shaded bench beneath a tall tree, Issei sat with Tamamo nestled comfortably beside him cuddling up to him. He leaned back slightly, one arm draped along the backrest, his eyes never leaving Sakura. His gaze was alert but soft. Tamamo's hand slipped into his.
"You're really getting into this dad thing." She said softly, her voice teasing but warm, like silk against his skin.
Issei glanced at her, smirking. "Well, someone has to balance out your playful. Otherwise, we'll end up pampering her into a spoiled little empress."
Tamamo gasped dramatically. "Spoiled? Never! My precious little blossom deserves the world—and maybe a little pampering."
He chuckled. "You mean 'a lot' of pampering."
She leaned against his arm, pressing her cheek lightly to his shoulder. "Can you blame me? Look at her. She's beautiful, sweet, clever… just like her Mama."
Issei rolled his eyes playfully but didn't deny it. "I won't argue with that. She's definitely learned your charm."
Tamamo turned her head to glance up at him, eyes gleaming. "Hmm… is that your way of saying I charmed you?"
"Of course I was charmed. The first moment I summoned I couldn't take my eyes off you."
She scoffed, mock-offended. "Are you sure it was me and not my breast, darling."
He tilted his head to the side, trying to hide his blush. "Well they were big… I mean you were also interesting and beautiful. I have never met a foxgirl before."
Tamamo giggled, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper. "You didn't seem to ever look anywhere else but my breast especially when they're on you in bed."
Issei choked on air and turned bright red. "T-Tamamo!"
She laughed harder, her shoulders shaking as she covered her mouth with one delicate hand. "Oh, darling, you're still so easy to tease. I expected you to be more resistant after living with a house full of women."
"I am resistant!" he defended weakly. "I've just been outnumbered and outgunned."
"And outfoxed," she added with a proud smile.
He groaned into his hand, though the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth betrayed him. "So, are you enjoying this whole 'date while watching our kid' thing?"
She tilted her head, her tone softening. "While I would prefer it was just the two of us. I come to love being a mother as well as a wife, more than I ever imagined I would. This… all of this—it's more than I ever thought I'd have. I was treated as a criminal and a monster for a crime I didn't do, then sealed away and forgotten. On my hands is the blood of thousands for defending myself. And now, here I am—walking in the sun with the man I love and a daughter I found to care for. Honestly I find myself to be quite blessed."
Issei looked at her seriously, his voice gentle. "You deserve it, Tamamo. Every bit of happiness."
She smiled at him, happy that it was this boy who summoned her.
Then, of course, she immediately got a smug grin. "Especially with how handsome you are as my doting husband."
"Hey now." Issei mumbled with a blush. "Don't lie. I'm not that handsome. If I was the girls at the academy would have said something."
"Oh, come on~" Tamamo purred, sliding closer until her thigh touched his. "You can't pretend you don't enjoy it when I flirt with you."
"I enjoy it." He admitted. "Doesn't mean I'm not dying inside when you do it in public."
"Then die beautifully, darling." She whispered with a wink, brushing a stray lock of his hair back.
From across the playground, Sakura called out, waving excitedly from atop a slide. "Mama! Papa! Look! I'm the queen of the world!"
Both of them turned to wave, Tamamo giving her a big grin and Issei offering a thumbs-up.
"She really has become our world." Tamamo said softly.
Issei nodded, voice barely above a murmur. "Yeah… she is."
They sat in silence for a moment, fingers intertwined, eyes fixed on the little girl who had brought something irreplaceable into their lives. Around them, the world carried on.
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After the joyful playtime in the park, the Hyoudou family strolled through the bustling shopping district. The sun bathed the city in a golden glow during the fall as people passed by in waves, the air filled with the mingled aromas of street food, perfumes, and freshly baked bread from nearby cafés.
Tamamo clung to Issei's arm now, smiling up at him with the kind of genuine happiness that would have made her fox ears flick. On his shoulders, Sakura perched like a little empress surveying her kingdom, happily swaying side to side and occasionally pointing out shops that caught her eye.
"Oooh! Mama, Papa! Look at that!" she chirped, directing their attention to a toy store window glittering with plush animals and magical girl wands. Her little hands held tightly to her father's hair, but her grip was soft—playful.
Tamamo leaned closer, whispering into Issei's ear with a smile, "Do you think we should spoil her a little more?"
Issei gave a small chuckle, keeping his eyes on the window. "With the way you're grinning, I think you've already made up your mind."
"Guilty~" Tamamo sang.
Their conversation, innocent and warm, was not unnoticed. Several passersby had slowed their steps, glancing over their shoulders or nudging their friends subtly. It wasn't every day that such a breathtaking woman walked arm-in-arm with a boy like him, after all. Tamamo's beauty wasn't just striking—it was ethereal, the kind of presence that turned heads and silenced conversations. Combined with her like grace and radiant aura, she didn't look like she belonged to the mundane world at all.
That's when they were spotted.
A trio of high school girls stood near a clothing boutique, bags in hand. They were students from Kouh Academy. One of the girls blinked, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses.
"Wait a second… is that… Hyoudou Issei?"
Another girl gasped, shielding her mouth in disbelief. "No way! It is him!"
They stared, mouths slightly open, as Issei strolled along, hand-in-hand with Tamamo and carrying a smiling little girl on his shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"But who's that woman? She's gorgeous! And she's… she's holding his arm!"
"I thought he was dating the new transfer student. You know—Yuuka, the one with the long dark hair?"
The third girl frowned, crossing her arms. "Don't tell me he's cheating already?! And with a woman like that?! She doesn't even look like a student!"
Then Sakura leaned forward on Issei's shoulders, her eyes wide with wonder at a passing balloon vendor, and shouted joyfully, "Papa! Can I get a blue one?"
And just like that, the air around the Kouh girls practically froze.
"Papa?!" one of them squeaked.
"No way. Did he get someone pregnant!?"
"Is he some kind of playboy?!"
"I always knew he was scum and trash, but… this is ridiculous!"
The three girls began whispering furiously among themselves, glancing back and forth between the Hyoudou family and their flipphones—already typing messages.
Tamamo's ears twitched. She had heard every word.
A slow, wicked smile crept across her lips as she leaned closer to Issei, her voice honey-sweet. "Darling~ I believe we've just started some new rumors."
Issei blinked, confused. "Huh?"
"Back there." She flicked her tail subtly in the direction of the Kouh girls. "Your little fan club seems to think I'm your secret mistress. And Sakura—our darling angel—is the product of a hidden affair."
Issei paled slightly, groaning. "Oh no. Not again…"
Sakura, oblivious to the scandal brewing behind them, tugged excitedly at his hair again. "Papa, did you hear me? I want the blue one!"
He quickly smiled at her, lifting her down from his shoulders. "Alright, alright. Let's go get it, Hime."
Tamamo laced her fingers through his again as they walked toward the balloon cart, her expression amused. "If the school's going to spread rumors about you, they might as well be entertaining."
"I was hoping that they would stop."
"No chance," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You're far too interesting for that. They don't even know of the rest of the girls you have hidden in your home."
Sakura now ran ahead to the balloon vendor, excitedly pointing at her chosen one.
Behind them, the whispers continued to grow.
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After several more stops for window shopping—mostly at Sakura's insistence, who seemed to find every display case a new world to explore—the family of three finally found themselves settling into a cozy corner booth at a well-known family restaurant nestled near the heart of Kuoh's shopping district.
The interior was warm and welcoming, with wooden beams, hanging lanterns. The walls were adorned with colorful photos of smiling patrons and shelves filled with cute trinkets and fake food models. The smell of sizzling meat, freshly cooked rice, and sweet teriyaki sauce wafted in from the open kitchen, making Issei's stomach grumble audibly.
Tamamo giggled beside him, her arm still linked with his. "My, you've become quite the bottomless pit, I see."
"Hey that's your fault. You and Miya have forcefully increased my stomach. Plus I burned a lot of calories dodging Karasuba last night," Issei whispered. "I think she cracked one of my ribs when she said it was a 'love tap.'"
Sakura, seated between them with her feet dangling off the booth's edge, raised a hand dramatically. "Papa needs meat!"
The waiter—a polite young man who couldn't stop glancing at Tamamo in stunned admiration—came over nervously. "W-Welcome! Um, what can I… I mean, what would you… um…"
Tamamo gave him a patient smile that nearly made him faint. "Three specials, please. And a chocolate parfait for our daughter."
The waiter stammered something resembling "y-yes ma'am," bowed, and nearly tripped as he hurried away.
"Poor guy," Issei muttered, watching the man disappear. "I think he might walk into traffic after that smile."
Tamamo flipped her hair with a smirk. "Let him learn his place. I only smile like that for my husband and daughter."
Sakura tugged on Tamamo's sleeve. "Mama, what's a parfait?"
Tamamo blinked. "Oh… it's a delicious dessert with layers of cream, fruit, and ice cream. And it's all yours."
Sakura's red eyes sparkled. "I want to eat it with Mama and Papa!"
Issei placed a hand over his heart. "You're so noble Sakura."
The food arrived shortly after—three steaming plates of chicken katsu, rice, and pickled vegetables. The portions were generous, and Issei dove into his with enthusiasm, savoring each bite. Tamamo ate with far more elegance, cutting her meat delicately and never letting a grain of rice fall out of place. Meanwhile, Sakura grabbed her chopstick with both hands and tried to scoop up her rice with adorable concentration.
"Careful, sweetheart," Tamamo said, helping guide her hand. "Hold the bowl like this."
Sakura mimicked her mother's movements. "Like this?"
"Perfect," Tamamo praised with a proud smile.
Issei watched them quietly for a moment, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. This scene—this simple, domestic moment—was so new to him. "Man," he muttered with a soft laugh. "This feels almost too good."
Tamamo raised an eyebrow. "Worried it's a dream?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Like I'll blink and wake up alone in my bed with Matsuda asking if I did something perverted in my sleep again."
Sakura tilted her head. "What's perverted?"
Issei choked on his tea. "Wha—?! N-Nothing!"
Tamamo didn't even try to hide her grin. "A story for when you're much, much older."
"Like when I'm seven?" Sakura asked with complete sincerity.
"Try seventeen." Issei muttered.
They laughed together, drawing a few curious glances from other diners—but no one seemed to mind. The booth became their own little world, separated from the whispering students and curious bystanders.
When the parfait arrived—tall, beautiful, and overflowing with strawberries, cream, and soft vanilla ice cream—Sakura let out a delighted squeal and immediately grabbed three spoons, holding one out to each of her parents.
"We share." she said with the kind of wisdom only a child could deliver.
Issei and Tamamo smiled at each other as they took the spoons, leaning in together as Sakura offered the first bite to her Papa, then her Mama.
The flavor was sweet, cold, and just perfect.
As they shared the dessert together, laughter filling the booth and hearts warmed by food and family, Issei thought to himself—
'Yeah. I don't care what anyone says. This is my heaven.'
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The sky had deepened into a dusky canvas of indigo and violet by the time the Hyoudou family made their way back home. The once golden sunlight had long since faded, replaced by the soft glow of street lamps and the occasional shimmer of stars peeking through the veil of gathering clouds.
Sakura clung sleepily to Issei's arm, her once boundless energy now waning. Her small fingers gripped the edge of his jacket as she yawned for the fifth time, purple eyes fluttering with the desperate desire to stay awake just a little longer. The cotton candy she had insisted on carrying now dropped in her little bag, long forgotten.
Tamamo walked close on Issei's other side, their fingers laced once more. Her eyes flicked between Issei and Sakura with quiet fondness.
"She fought it well, but the sugar crash is finally claming her." Tamamo said softly.
Issei gave a warm chuckle. "She did good. Honestly, I'm impressed she made it through the entire parfait without passing out."
"She's our daughter. Of course she will be a tiny whirlwind of adorable chaos."
Their house came into view, lights already on in the windows. The familiar outline made Issei sigh in relief—it had been a perfect day, but he hadn't realized how much walking they'd done until now.
He fished the key out of his pocket with one hand while keeping Sakura balanced against his hip. Tamamo reached out and pushed the door open just as he turned the knob.
The moment the door opened, a flurry of movement greeted them.
"Welcome back!" came a chorus of voices from within.
Standing in the entryway were Miya, Yuuka, Akitsu and Yashima. Each of them wore a look that blended amusement with curiosity.
Tamamo blinked, pleasantly surprised. "Everyone waited for us?"
"We wanted to hear how it went." Miya said with a gentle smile, eyes twinkling.
"And whether Sakura behaved," Yuuka added with a small smirk, arms crossed.
"Of course she did," Issei said, shifting Sakura slightly in his arms. "She was perfect. But a little demanding."
"Like her Mama." Yuuka said, winking at Tamamo.
The fox woman shot her a teasing glare but didn't argue. "I can't deny that."
The girls' collective attention turned to the half-asleep Sakura, her head now resting against Issei's shoulder, her little breaths soft and even. She was seconds away from drifting off completely.
"Oh no, she's out." Yashima whispered.
"Come here, sweetheart." Miya said, stepping forward and gently taking Sakura from Issei's arms. The child murmured something incoherent but didn't wake, instead snuggling into Miya's shoulder.
"We'll take care of her." Miya said with her usual grace. "You two deserve to spend some quality time together."
Tamamo raised a brow. "Really?"
Yashima nodded. "We talked about it. We know today was important to you."
"You didn't get much alone time because Sakura came along," Miya added, adjusting her hold on Sakura. "So… we all agreed."
"We won't bother you tonight." Yuuka said, offering a small smile. "You've earned it."
Tamamo blinked. Her ears twitched. Her tails slowly began to rise, almost wagging with delight.
"You… you're serious?" she asked, almost in disbelief.
"We are." Akitsu confirmed, stoic but sincere.
The fox woman turned to Issei, eyes shining with glee. "Darling. Do you know what this means?"
"I have a feeling I'm about to find out," Issei said warily, already noticing the glint of hunger in her eyes—and not the kind related to food.
Tamamo wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead to his, her voice a heated whisper just for him.
"It means you're mine tonight."
The other girls giggled, rolling their eyes or shaking their heads in amusement as they carefully carried Sakura off to her room.
Tamamo turned back toward the hall with Issei's hand in hers and practically dragged him down the corridor, her tails swishing with triumph, her smile utterly victorious.
She had her husband. All. To. Herself.
The two quickly went upstairs as Tamamo walked ahead, pushing Issei towards his room, her fingers firmly wrapped around Issei's, her tails swaying with a joy that was almost childlike in its excitement. Issei could feel the anticipation radiating off her in waves.
When they reached his room, Tamamo opened the door with a flick of her hand. With a subtle gesture, a soft golden light pulsed from her fingers and formed a faint barrier that shimmered in the doorway like a curtain of silk.
"No interruptions." She said with a wink.
Issei raised a brow. "Ah, why did you place a barrier?"
"The husband and wife need their privacy and who knows when those girls will change their minds and sneak into your bed." She purred, leading him inside.
Tamamo let go of his hand and moved to the center of the room, her steps slow, deliberate. Her dress fluttered slightly as she turned to face him, her golden eyes glowing faintly in the lamplight.
She reached up and began to undo the ribbon in her hair, letting it spill down in long, silken waves over her shoulders. Then with a spell the clothes she had disappeared revealing her naked form.
Issei swallowed. "You're… beautiful." Not being able to look away from her perfect body.
Tamamo smiled at that—not a smug or flirty smile, but one that softened her whole expression. "You've said that before, but it always makes me happy when you say it."
"How so?" He asked, stepping closer.
"Because." She said, gently placing her hands on his chest. "Tonight… it's just us."
Her fingers slipped up to his collar, and slowly, she began to undo the top button of his shirt. "You and me."
Issei felt his heartbeat slow—not from nerves, but from the way everything felt… right. There was a calmness in her voice, a rhythm in the silence between them that lulled his soul into peace.
He lifted a hand to gently cup her cheek, thumb brushing along the edge of her jaw. "I've wanted a moment like this for a while."
"I know," She whispered, leaning into his touch. "So have I."
Tamamo tilted her head, and with the barest hint of a smirk, she pulled him into a kiss. Slow, deep, and full of affection. Her lips were soft, warm, and tasted faintly of strawberries. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer until their bodies pressed together.
Issei's hands found her waist, holding her carefully, like he was afraid the moment might vanish if he didn't treasure it.
They broke the kiss slowly, Tamamo exhaling against his lips.
"I love you, Issei Hyoudou." She murmured as she started taking off his clothes
"I love you too." He said softly as the shirt was pulled up revealing his toned chest that was slowing forming muscles. Which was then followed by his pants."And I'm… grateful. For everything you've given me."
Tamamo chuckled, her fingers running through his hair. "Then let me give you more."
She took his hand and led him down to the bed, where they settled into each other's arms beneath the soft warmth of the blankets.
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Their kisses started deepening, gradually growing bolder with each breath. Issei's hand moved to Tamamo's back, fingers pressing lightly against her skin as she leaned further into him. Her body was warm, her scent a soothing scent of cherry blossoms, the faint perfume she often wore.
Tamamo's hands slipped from his shoulders down his chest, feeling the firmness and tracing the lines of muscle she had watched grow stronger over the weeks. Her fingers lingered at his chest.
"You really have gotten stronger…" She murmured, leaning forward to place a slow kiss just over his chest. Tamamo's eyes drifted across his chest appreciatively, her hands gliding along his bare skin with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness.
Issei felt his throat tighten slightly—not from tension, but from the raw emotion in her voice. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her again, more forcefully this time, his hands exploring the curve of her back, feeling every delicate line of muscle on her body. Her hands were on his stomach, then up, following the line of his abdomen. He gasped, shivering as she touched his sensitive skin.
"Sorry," she whispered, her voice warm and teasing, as she drew back. "But it's so hard not to touch you."
"It's okay," Issei murmured, nuzzling her neck and breathing in her scent. Her body was like a furnace, the heat of her body spilling over his as he lay half-naked and tangled in her sheets. But soon the image of another girl appeared and a promise that was made.
"Tamamo." Issei asked, his head resting against her shoulder, "Do you think you could we stop for tonight?"
The woman's hand slowly trailed across Issei's chest, tracing the hard line of his collarbone, then the soft curve of his stomach. Her hand moved lower, slipping under the elastic of his boxers and against the firm flesh of his groin, where the base of his cock had already hardened, eager to go further with her.
"I'm sure she would understand." She said, her voice low and husky. "Plus you can't leave me,your wife unsatisfied now. But if that promise is so important to you. I will respect it but that doesn't mean we have to stop our fun." She soon takes his hands and places them on her large breasts. "Darling please remember that these are yours to play with and you can do anything you want." She whispers into his ear.
"H-how could I say no to that." Issei murmured. He finally had the breast he always wanted. Her large breasts felt as soft as he imagined, but her nipples felt hard and he gently squeezed them, his fingers stroking the sensitive flesh. Somewhere inside him something stirred but Issei was too distracted to pay attention.
"That feels nice," Tamamo said, her voice husky. Her hips had been shifting forward and back as he played with her breasts. Now she was grinding them against him.
"Y-you like that?" Issei asked.
She was watching him watch her, and when their eyes met, she gave him a small smile.
"I want you, Issei." she said, her voice low. Her hand reached down again between them, sliding into his boxers and wrapping her fingers around his erection, which was straining against the fabric of his underwear.
Issei gasped. He felt the soft, warm flesh of her hand wrap around his cock. Her hands squeeze her husband's cock and she works it slowly.
Her hand started slow and easy, her fingers moving down his shaft, her thumb stroking the head of his cock and then back down to the base again. She wrapped her other hand around his base, and he gasped at how good it felt.
"This feels really nice," She purred, her hand sliding down his cock, then up again. She took her time, stroking him slowly, gently, her fingertips rubbing the head of his cock and then slowly moving back down to the base.
Issei moaned softly. He couldn't help it—the way her fingers felt as they slowly slid up and down his erection felt amazing. She wasn't even stroking hard, and he could already feel himself growing harder.
Tamamo's eyes were on his face, and as she watched him moan, a small smile crossed her lips. She was still grinding against him, her hands now working more quickly. Her movements were subtle, but he could feel the hardness of her nipples pressed against his chest, feel her soft, heavy breasts pushed against his hands, feel her fingers gliding up and down his shaft.
As Tamamo continued to stroke Issei, her touch grew more confident and demanding. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear as she whispered, "I want to taste you, Issei. I want to feel you in my mouth." She trailed kisses down his chest, his abdomen, her hands never stopping their movement on his cock. He shivered, his body responding to her touch, his hips bucking slightly as she reached the waistband of his boxers.
Tamamo looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, as she slowly pulled his boxers down, freeing his erection. She took a moment to admire him, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips. "You're so hard for me," she murmured, her voice a low purr. She leaned down, her hair falling forward to tickle his skin, and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
Issei gasped, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as he tried to maintain some semblance of control. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth on him was almost too much to bear. She took her time, exploring him with her tongue, her hands still working in tandem with her mouth. She took more of him in, her head bobbing up and down, her suction tight and relentless.
"Tamamo," Issei gasped, his voice hoarse with desire. "That feels... incredible." He could feel the pressure building, his body tensing as she continued to work him with her mouth and hands. She looked up at him, her eyes never leaving his as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length.
She moaned softly, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. One of her hands reached up to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm, while the other continued to stroke the base of his cock in time with her mouth. Issei couldn't take it anymore; he reached down, tangling his hands in her hair, guiding her movements as he thrust his hips up to meet her.
"I'm close," he gasped, his body tensing. Tamamo redoubled her efforts, her head moving faster, her suction tighter. She wanted him to lose control, to give in to the pleasure she was giving him. With a final, deep thrust, Issei came undone, his body shaking as he released into her mouth. She took it all, swallowing every last drop, her eyes never leaving his.
As he collapsed back onto the bed, spent and breathless, Tamamo crawled up his body, a satisfied smile on her lips. "See?" she said softly, kissing him gently. "That was worth breaking your promise for." She snuggled up against him, her body fitting perfectly with his as they lay there, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Issei wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, a contented smile on his face.
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Inside the Boosted Gear
Deep within the Sacred Gear, where the ancient red dragon Ddraig lay dormant, the usual stillness was suddenly disturbed. A tremor echoed through the inner space, a pulse of energy that made the great dragon's eyes snap open.
Ddraig stirred, his gaze narrowing as he sensed something familiar—something powerful—awakening.
(Partner! What the hell did you just do?!) The dragon roared, disbelief and irritation rolling through his voice like thunder.
A gentle voice responded within the Gear's chamber.
"Is something the matter, Ddraig?" Sherri asked, her tone calm as ever.
Ddraig growled in frustration.
(Of course something's wrong! Why the hell has Balance Breaker been unlocked?! Partner's just spending time with the fox right now—that shouldn't be the reason why its been unlocked.)
"I'm not sure I understand. Is unlocking the Balance Breaker such a big deal?"
(Of course it is!) Ddraig snapped. (Balance Breaker is the ultimate expression of a Sacred Gear's power—normally triggered by intense emotion during moments of life-changing crisis. A near-death experience. A desperate battle. Something worthy of awakening such power!) He paced within his spiritual prison, agitation growing. (How the hell did Partner activate it now?)
Sherri hummed thoughtfully. "Well... this is my Master we're talking about. If I had to guess..." She paused, then said quite seriously. "He probably unlocked it because he finally touched the breast he's always dreamed of."
There was silence.
Then—
(That's... that's so stupid.) Ddraig groaned, collapsing with a massive, echoing sigh. (Why was I cursed with such a ridiculous host? This should have been an epic moment... a great battle.. not this.)
Sherri giggled softly. "There, there." She said, trying her best to comfort the ancient, lamenting dragon. "Are you going to tell him about it?" Sherri asked, still amused by the absurdity of the situation.
(No!) Ddraig huffed, folding his massive wings indignantly. (Absolutely not. I refuse to acknowledge that this—this moment—is what unlocked Balance Breaker. He doesn't need to know.)
Sherri tilted her head, smirking. "But wouldn't he be excited to learn how he did it? I think he'd be proud."
(That's exactly the problem!) Ddraig growled. (He'll never shut up about it. He'll start thinking breasts are the answer to everything!)
A pause.
"...Aren't they for him?" Sherri asked, utterly serious.
Ddraig went still. (Don't you dare encourage him.)
Sherri only laughed again, the soft sound echoing through the inner space of the Sacred Gear. "But what if the Master needs it? Especially during a fight."
(Then at that moment I'll tell him. But only then.)
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Takamagahara
In the realm ruled by the Shinto Pantheon, the sacred skies of Takamagahara shimmered under a growing, unnatural heat.
Inside a grand celestial palace, nestled among clouds woven from divine light, the Sun Goddess stirred in her sleep.
Amaterasu, the radiant deity of the sun, lay sprawled across her futon, a soft flush blooming across her cheeks. Her silken hair clung to her skin, her breath shallow and warm. The room shimmered with rising heat, and outside, the temperature across the divine plane climbed dangerously.
Golden light spilled from her body, intensifying with every twitch of her fingers and every soft murmur escaping her lips.
She was dreaming again.
A beautiful dream—of laughter. Of a family outing with him. Her other self walking beside him, their daughter perched joyfully on his shoulders. It was a life filled with warmth and joy she had never known… and yet, her heart yearned for it.
But as the dream drifted into night, its tone changed.
The gentle day dissolved into something far more intimate—hands, lips, breathless whispers in the dark. Her mortal counterpart embracing him under moonlight. A bed shared. Bodies entwined. A love neither distant nor divine, but real and raw.
The heat within her deepened. Her power pulsed.
And the realm responded.
Priests and servants of the heavenly court scrambled as sacred fires flared uncontrollably. Celestial springs began to boil. Several low-ranking gods fainted outright from heatstroke. The moon itself dimmed, struggling to compete with the brilliance of the sun at night.
Susanoo burst into the palace antechamber, fanning himself aggressively with divine wind. "She's dreaming again!" he roared. "Somebody wake her up before the Realm of Fire is permanently relocated to Takamagahara!"
But none dared approach the futon where Amaterasu lay, a blissful, dazed smile tugging at her lips.
Eventually, the sun goddess stirred, eyes fluttering open. Her expression shifted from sleepy contentment to sudden awareness—and immediate embarrassment.
She sat up slowly, the temperature in the room beginning to stabilize. Her fingers brushed her flushed cheek as she muttered under her breath. "…I need to find this man. Before I melt a mountain."
It was unfair. Unfair that her other self—the mortal vessel born from her divine spark—was living such a peaceful, content life. A life filled with warmth, love, and stolen kisses shared with him. While she, the true Amaterasu, remained bound to her divine realm… tormented by the dreams, the memories that were not hers, yet felt so intimately real.
The passion she felt in those dreams was undeniable. The laughter, the closeness, the way he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world… It all burned inside her, more potent than any prayer she had ever received.
And she had tried.
She had tried to find him.
But then he returned after disapparing. And not alone.
He brought six other women into their home.
At first, she had merely tolerated the presence of the original girl. She was rude but respectful, not overly possessive. Amaterasu had decided she was manageable, a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.
But six more?
Six more beautiful women—each of them bringing affection, attention, and their hearts to her husband.
Their husband.
And he—he had accepted them.
It infuriated her. The boy who had wormed his way into her divine heart was suddenly being doted on by a harem of other women, and he didn't even seem to understand how that might affect her.
So, she had stopped searching.
For a time, she turned away from those dreams. She distanced herself, tried to bury her longing beneath pride and divine duty. After all, she was Amaterasu. She didn't chase mortals. She didn't fight for affection. She was the sun—worshipped, revered, untouchable.
And yet… the dreams never stopped.
And neither did his love.
Despite being surrounded by others, his love for her other self never waned. It remained steady, bright, undivided where it mattered most. His touches, his words, his loyalty—even shared—never lost their weight.
She saw the way he looked at her—even through the vessel. How his smile softened. How his voice lowered. How his soul reached for her, as if even he knew there was something more beyond what he could see.
And slowly… she forgave him.
She didn't have to like all the other women. She didn't have to accept them right away.
But she couldn't deny what was now carved deep into her divine essence.
She still wanted to be by his side.
And the next time she reached for that dream… it would be on her terms.
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Morning sunlight crept through the window. Birds chirped in the distance, greeting the fresh spring day with cheerful song. The entire house remained quiet, blanketed in a rare, blissful peace.
Inside Issei's room, the warmth of another body lay beside him—Tamamo, her pink hair tousled and fanned out like a silken halo across the pillow. Her arms were wrapped loosely around his bare chest, her breathing even and content. One of her tails had coiled around his waist in her sleep, an unconscious gesture of possession and comfort.
Issei opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the light. For a moment, he lay still, watching Tamamo's serene expression. Her ears twitched slightly with each breath, and a small smile played at her lips. She looked… peaceful. Truly.
He didn't want to move. He wanted to bask in the moment at finally touching the breasts that he so craved and be proud.
But he had a promise to keep.
'Today's Yuuka's day.' He reminded himself, slowly sitting up. 'And I am not messing this up.'
He carefully began untangling himself from Tamamo's tail, which responded with a lazy flick before releasing him. Her fingers twitched as he gently laid her arm down, and when she stirred, her eyes fluttered open—half-lidded and still heavy with sleep.
"Mmm… already leaving?" she murmured, voice thick with drowsiness.
Issei leaned over and kissed her forehead gently. "It's Yuuka's turn, remember? I've got a full day planned."
Tamamo gave a soft sigh, smiling even as she buried her face in the pillow. "Just don't be too charming, or I'll have to steal you back before sunset."
He chuckled. "No promises."