Breakfast with Mai was a sweet blur—just the two of them, lingering over coffee and smiles until she left for work. Draconis watched her car disappear down the street before teleporting home.
He arrived to find Rias and Asia sprawled across his bed, both fast asleep. Some things never changed.
Rias was a regular—her late-night "raids" had become routine—but Asia? When did she start picking up these bad habits?
Draconis shook his head, amused, and gently tucked the blankets around the two girls. Rias stirred, blinking awake, her gaze landing on him with a hint of annoyance.
"Why didn't you come home last night?" she grumbled.
"Spent the night with my girlfriend." Draconis brushed a stray red strand from her lips, his answer as blunt as ever.
Rias huffed. "I let my guard down. At this rate, that human girl's going to steal my adorable servant for good."
She glared at him, issuing her command: "Next time you're over there, invite me too. Got it?"
Draconis laughed. "If you come, Asia will want to tag along. Four in one bed? Not happening."
"You're my servant. My needs come first!" Rias sat up, the blanket sliding off to reveal her breathtaking figure. Draconis felt a headache coming on.
"You managed just fine before you rescued me," he pointed out quietly.
Rias flashed a wicked smile, tossing her fiery hair. "That was before I got used to sleeping in your arms. Now if I can't smell you, I can't sleep."
She fixed him with a sultry look. "What, don't you like my body?"
"Of course I do."
"Then what's the problem? I only spoil you like this." Rias laughed, her tone playful.
"Special privilege, huh?" Draconis leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a heated kiss.
Asia, awake now and watching from the side, pouted. "Draconis, you're so unfair! You always kiss the President…"
He had no choice but to give Asia her fair share, leaving the little nun dizzy and satisfied.
After getting dressed, Draconis started his morning workout—non-negotiable, rain or shine. Rias and Asia sometimes joined in, mostly to "help" (or distract). In their sporty outfits, the two girls were a feast for the eyes, and between sets, they'd sneak in hugs and kisses.
Rias perched on his back as he did push-ups, adding magical weight for extra challenge.
"What's on the agenda today?" she asked.
"Visiting my new contractors—the quintuplets. Tutoring, commission work."
Draconis powered through his push-ups, unfazed even as Rias cranked up the difficulty. His discipline earned an approving nod.
"Good luck, then."
"Always."
Shower done, clock ticking to eight, Draconis grabbed his prepared textbooks and said his goodbyes. A teleportation circle shimmered beneath his feet, and in a blink, he was standing in the Nakano household.
The living room was empty. Upstairs, he could sense several presences—still tucked in bed, apparently.
Typical. Eight o'clock and they're all still asleep.
Draconis was an early riser by habit; he liked sleeping in as much as anyone, but his willpower always got him up on time—no alarm needed.
He was just about to head upstairs when a door creaked open. A girl in cute pajamas appeared at the railing, blinking sleepily at him.
"Huh? Draconis, what are you doing here?"
He looked her over, searching for distinguishing features—no short hair, no black ribbon, no headphones, no butterfly clip, no cute hairpins…
Great. Face blindness strikes again.
At least she wasn't Ichika. Process of elimination… but which sister was she?
"Um… Itsuki?" he ventured, voice uncertain.
She pouted. "Ugh, I'm Yotsuba!"
"…Sorry, Yotsuba. Good morning. I just got here myself."
Draconis tried to memorize something about her—anything that would help next time. Futile effort, as it turned out.
A voice called, "Yotsuba, who's up so early…?"
Doors swung open, and three more girls emerged, each in a different colored nightdress, hair down, but otherwise identical.
Draconis scanned them—nothing. Not a single unique feature.
Exactly alike. And all under contract with him, too. Was he really this hopeless?
He greeted them, guessing by personality: "Good morning, Nino, Miku, Itsuki."
The girls froze, then blushed, crossing their arms over their chests. The spaghetti-strap nightgowns were a little revealing.
"Why are you here, you pervert!" Nino snapped.
"Degenerate," Miku muttered.
"Seriously, I haven't even changed yet," Itsuki sighed, the only one sounding remotely normal.
Draconis relied on tone and attitude to sort them out—a game of "spot the quintuplet" he was clearly losing.
He could see this happening again and again in the future.
The three retreated to their rooms to change, doors slamming shut. Only Yotsuba lingered, smiling apologetically from the stairs as Draconis walked up.
"Ichika still sleeping?" he asked, textbooks in hand.
"She's in the last room down the hall. Let's go wake her." Yotsuba started toward Ichika's door, then paused, glancing back with a sheepish look. "Um… when you go in, try not to be too surprised, okay?"
Draconis tilted his head, shrugged. "Sure."
Yotsuba opened Ichika Nakano's door—
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