Chapter: 100!!!!????
– Haru –
The late morning sunlight filtered lazily through the curtains, casting soft golden hues across the room. Kushina lay beside me, our bodies slick with sweat, tangled in sheets. Satisfied grin stretching across my lips as I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.
Finally, Kushina sighed, and her eyes were sparkling mischievously despite her exhaustion as she gazed at me. "Okay, I tap out," she gasped, laughing breathlessly. "That was the best sex I've ever had, Haru, but I'm officially out of commission."
I chuckled, rolling onto my side to better appreciate the view of her flushed, glistening skin, her ample breasts rising gently as she struggled to catch her breath. "Wasn't that the only sex you've ever had?" I teased, my voice playful as I traced a lazy fingertip along her hip.
Kushina rolled her eyes dramatically, a playful scowl briefly appearing on her lips. "Men," she sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "Always so proud about who gets a woman first."
"Damn right I am," I replied confidently, leaning over to capture her lips in a lingering, affectionate kiss. Breaking away reluctantly, I glanced towards the clock hanging on the wall, my eyes widening slightly when I saw the hands nearing noon. "Uh-oh," I muttered, realization sinking in. "Everyone's probably wondering where the hell I am and why the shop's opening so late today."
Kushina chuckled softly, turning onto her side to face me. "Or maybe not," she teased gently. "Most of your friends and customers got just as drunk as you did last night. They might not even notice."
Grinning, I watched as she slowly pushed herself up from the bed, legs trembling slightly beneath her. My eyes lingered appreciatively on her curvy backside as she wobbled her way towards the bathroom.
Pausing at the door, she glanced back at me with an inviting smirk. "Mind if I use your shower first?"
"Not at all," I replied, reclining comfortably against the pillows, thoroughly pleased by the morning's events and the beautiful sight before me. "Take your time."
She laughed softly, disappearing behind the bathroom door, my fox ears twitched at the sound of running water.
…Thirty minutes later, I stood behind the counter of my restaurant, The Fox Hole, still wearing a big smile.
Kushina sat at the bar, energetically devouring the special breakfast I'd prepared for her. Several empty plates were already stacked beside her, and she showed no signs of slowing down. Uzumaki women had an incredible talent for packing away calories without gaining a single ounce of weight.
My mother, Yasaka, sat next to Kushina on a stool, her golden tails flicking behind her in exasperation as she shot me a disapproving look. I felt my own ten tails twitch nervously behind me under her intense stare.
"Really, Haru," Yasaka began, her voice dripping with disappointment, "you couldn't resist sleeping with your girlfriend's mother? What will Naruko think of all this?"
At those words, Kushina choked on a bite of food, coughing violently while I cringed, embarrassment flooding my face. My mother certainly knew how to choose her moments for these conversations.
I sighed inwardly, realizing the talk with Naruko would be unavoidable—and likely very awkward.
Recovering, Kushina managed to clear her throat and regain her composure. "While I appreciate Naruko saving me from my timeline," she said firmly, turning to face Yasaka, "I'm still my own woman, capable of making my own decisions."
Yasaka snorted, a knowing smirk crossing her face. "That's abundantly clear. I can smell your scents all over each other," she said pointedly.
Heat rose to my cheeks, and I noticed Kushina's face reddening as well. "Well," I muttered, trying to regain some dignity, "at least the breakfast is good, right?"
Kushina laughed as she lifted another forkful. "Delicious," she said, giving me a playful wink.
I turned back to my mother who just sighed and shook her head. My ears twitched as she mentioned something along the lines of "not my problem…" And then she spoke again. "You might just have a temporary reprieve from that awkward conversation with Naruko," Yasaka told me.
"And why would that be?" I asked.
Yasaka leaned forward, her twelve tails elegantly shifting behind her. "There's a meeting later today in Kuoh," she explained. "The supernatural peace talks!"
My brows knitted together in confusion. "The peace talks? Since when did we get involved in those? We're not even at war with anyone."
"Regardless, we have been involved since you became engaged to Rias Gremory, of course," Yasaka replied smoothly, her voice tinged with mild exasperation. "Months ago, the Yokai wouldn't have cared less about the affairs of other pantheons, especially devils. But now, with your engagement and our expanding business with both the Underworld and Heaven, our presence is expected."
"I see," I murmured thoughtfully. "But why so sudden? A little notice would have been nice."
"We anticipate—troublemakers—might attempt to disrupt the talks. To minimize the risk, we deliberately kept the details confidential until the very last moment. No time for our enemies to plan anything substantial," she explained.
Kushina paused in her eating, looking up curiously. "Peace talks? What's going on? I haven't exactly caught up with all your world's details yet."
I opened my mouth to answer her, but Yasaka swiftly interrupted, her nose wrinkling in distaste. "First things first, Haru. Go take another shower. You still reek of sex, and you absolutely must change into something more appropriate to represent our faction!"
My ears flattened against my head, embarrassment creeping back onto my face. "Fine," I muttered…
—
Emerging from the steamy bathroom, I felt thoroughly confident in my cleanliness this time around. I'd paid meticulous attention to each of my ten fluffy tails, taking extra time to ensure they were absolutely spotless. Bringing each tail up to my nose, I inhaled deeply, nodding approvingly at the fresh, clean scent.
"Good," I muttered to myself with a relieved sigh. "No lingering sex smell this time."
Still pondering what to wear, I casually stepped out into my bedroom, completely naked and dripping slightly from the shower. Irene and Rias stood in the center of my room, both women clearly having been waiting for me. Their eyes widened appreciatively, trailing unabashedly downwards. Their gazes lingered pointedly between my legs, causing a rather mischievous smirk to stretch across my face.
"Enjoying the view, ladies?"
Rias flushed brightly, her vibrant blue eyes snapping back up to meet mine. "W–We weren't exactly expecting you to wander out completely n–naked," she retorted, biting her lip.
A charming flush creeping onto Irene's cheeks as well. "Well, I can't say I dislike the surprise," she murmured smoothly.
"So," I continued, "is there a reason you're both lurking in my room?" Not that I minded my girlfriends visiting me of course.
"Your mother sent us," Rias quickly explained. "She didn't trust you to dress appropriately for the peace talks."
"Fine," I muttered dryly. She would do that…
Irene gracefully reached into the empty air beside her, conjuring several outfits seemingly from nowhere. In her hands appeared beautifully designed yukata and sleek business suits. She displayed them proudly, her expression silently—daring me to question her impeccable taste.
Rias immediately grabbed a vibrant patterned yukata, practically bouncing with excitement. "Oh, Haru, you'd look incredibly sexy in this!" she enthused, her inner otaku spilling out without reservation. "Can you imagine how your tails would look in it? Simply perfect!"
"Now, now, Rias," Irene interjected smoothly, lifting an eyebrow as she held up a crisp, dark business suit. "As appealing as traditional attire can be, nothing quite matches the charm of a well-tailored suit. It's sophisticated, elegant, and undeniably attractive."
"But Irene, think about the cultural impact! Haru represents our heritage!" Rias argued passionately, waving the yukata dramatically.
"Our heritage? You're not even Japanese..." Irene pointed out playfully.
"I am in spirit!" Rias pouted.
Did that count? Meh, why not…
"Culture is vital," Irene agreed serenely, "but remember we're attending diplomatic discussions. This suit screams professionalism and commands respect."
Rias narrowed her eyes stubbornly, clutching the yukata possessively. "Charm beats professionalism any day! He's charming enough to handle diplomatic relations wearing this!"
Irene chuckled softly, her voice melodious yet teasing. "Are we talking diplomacy or your personal fantasies now, Rias?"
Rias flushed again but giggled shamelessly, shooting me a playful wink. "Why can't it be both?"
"Maybe I should just go like this?" I joked lightly and gestured to myself. "It seems to have caught your attention pretty well."
Both women paused, exchanging amused yet heated glances, before simultaneously shaking their heads!
"Absolutely not," Irene stated firmly. "We don't need an international incident from you walking in naked."
"Besides," Rias chimed in, stepping closer to lightly tap my chest, "this view is for our eyes only!"
I reached for the sleek, dark business suit, feeling it would be far easier to maneuver in without risking tearing anything, given the possibility of trouble at the peace talks. Irene immediately smirked triumphantly.
"Excellent choice, my beloved."
Rias, however, pouted adorably, her blue eyes filled with mock betrayal. "Seriously, Haru? You're choosing the boring suit over the gorgeous yukata?"
"I don't want to accidentally rip it in a fight." I chuckled, trying to placate her.
She stepped closer, placing a hand playfully on her chest, drawing attention to her generous curves. "Are you sure I can't convince you otherwise?"
"Rias!" Irene exclaimed sharply, giving her a gentle smack on the arm. "Stop that, we're supposed to be helping him dress appropriately, not distracting him further."
Rias giggled lightly before grinning at me. "Fine, but you owe me some proper cosplay sex later, Haru! I mean it. You already had ninja sex with Kushina, and I'm incredibly jealous."
I coughed abruptly, feeling heat rise rapidly to my cheeks. "It wasn't ninja sex," I muttered, embarrassed but unable to hide my smile. "It was just regular sex—and wait, how do you even know about that already!?"
"You do remember all of the girls in your harem have a chat group, right?" Irene asked me.
My eyes widened in shock, color draining slightly from my face as realization struck. "There's a group chat now!? I thought it was just weekly meetings!? And you all talk about everything…?"
"Yes," Irene confirmed casually, clearly amused by my reaction. "Everything."
"Which means…" I swallowed hard and trailed off. "Naruko definitely knows by now that I slept with her mom already…"
"Definitely," Rias laughed. "But don't worry, I'm sure she won't be too upset… maybe. I think…?" She shrugged at me.
I was suddenly glad to be going to an event that was gonna be attacked by terrorists—
—Wait. That sounded really bad in hindsight. I just groaned and I started to pull on the suit. Both Irene and Rias watched openly, neither making even the slightest effort to avert their gazes.
—
Stepping through the familiar wooden halls, the gentle creak of the floor beneath my feet made me feel instantly at home. As I emerged back into the Fox Hole, Yasaka was waiting by the counter, her golden eyes examining me closely.
She leaned in subtly, sniffing slightly, then nodded with satisfaction. "Good job, Irene, Rias," she said warmly, casting an appreciative glance their way.
The two women shared a pleased look, clearly proud of their work. Irene more so than Rias who was still a bit bummed I didn't pick the Yukata.
But Yasaka wasn't alone. Sitting gracefully beside her, sipping a steaming cup of tea, was Gabriel—the most stunning angel in all of heaven. Her flawless skin seemed to glow softly, complemented by cascading golden hair that framed her delicate face beautifully.
The moment Gabriel's bright sky-blue eyes met mine, they lit up even brighter, a playful smile curling her lips. "Haru! It's been too long," she greeted cheerfully. "How have you been?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but Gabriel didn't give me the chance. "..."
"You won't believe how busy I've been!" she continued excitedly, her enthusiasm contagious. "I've been doing a lot of thinking, you see. If Earth Bet and other worlds out there don't have their own angels or divine protection, then I decided it's up to me to fill that gap! I'm going to be the multiversal archangel of love and justice!"
Her declaration was so fervent and heartfelt, I found myself momentarily speechless.
Finally managing a small, amused smile, I simply said, "Right on…"
Rias leaned in slightly and muttered, "Looks like Serafall finally has some serious competition…"
Gabriel's ears caught the remark, and she smirked playfully at Rias, clearly pleased at the comparison. "I'll be even better—even cuter!"
However, Yasaka's expression turned serious. She set her own cup down gently, looking directly at Gabriel. "You should be careful," she warned softly, her tone gently cautioning. "Answering prayers from so many different worlds at once might push you toward goddesshood faster than you'd expect. Trust me, I know from personal experience," Yasaka said. She wasn't a full goddess yet herself, but everyday she grew closer and closer. And it was a good thing she was good friends with Ame-chan, because Yasaka was already far stronger than her at this point as well.
Gabriel visibly flinched, her confident expression slipping into mild worry. She glanced down at her tea, absently stirring it with her delicate fingers. "Oh, I really like my fluffy white wings," she murmured, almost to herself. "I wouldn't want them to turn gold like Michael's did."
"You'd look great with any color wings, Gabriel," I said softly. "But for what it's worth, fluffy white suits you perfectly."
Gabriel glanced back up, meeting my eyes, a gentle smile returning to her face. "Thank you, Haru," she whispered gratefully.
With the pleasantries concluded, Gabriel gracefully set down her empty teacup. "I'm here to take you and Rias to Kuoh," she explained firmly. "We don't want any unwelcome interruptions before the peace talks. It seems a certain group of troublemakers have been causing problems. They possess a Sacred Gear capable of blocking standard teleportation."
Rias frowned thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "Dimension Lost, right?"
"Indeed, but nothing in this world can stop the Messenger of Heaven from going where she pleases—not even a Sacred Gear made by Father himself!" Gabriel said proudly.
I chuckled, appreciating Gabriel's confidence. "Well then, I guess we're in safe hands."
She extended her hands towards us. "Shall we?"
I glanced back at Yasaka and Irene, waving lightly. "Hold down the restaurant until I return, will you? Try not to burn it down." That wasn't even possible though.
Irene smirked. "We'll try our best, no promises."
Yasaka simply smiled. "Stay safe, Haru."
In a flash of brilliant golden light, we vanished, the world dissolving momentarily into a warm haze. When the light faded, we found ourselves standing just outside Kuoh Academy.
I looked around, pleasantly surprised. "Well, everything's still standing. That's a good start, right?"
Gabriel smiled, brushing a stray lock of golden hair behind her ear. "Indeed. But the meeting hasn't started quite yet."
"Welp, I for one hope it gets destroyed—then I get out of classes for a few days! I'm thinking of a long trip to Akihabara!" Rias declared.
"Why have the meeting in the first place if you know it's gonna get attacked? Why not just do it all on a video conference or something...?" I asked Gabriel.
Gabriel opened her mouth to reply and then closed it. "...We could have done this all on a video conference!?" she practically blurted out loud and then started mumbling about Michael and Azazel being "big dummies!"
"My Onii-chan can be pretty dumb too..." Rias chuckled dryly.
Rias led us towards the Occult Research Club building.
The moment we stepped into Rias's clubroom, I felt it, the weight of power and tension hanging in the air. All the big names were already there, standing in little clusters, talking in low voices or simply waiting. Every head turned as the door opened.
Sirzechs's face lit up immediately when he spotted his little sister. "Rias!" he called out happily to her embarrassment. The proud big brother energy was strong with that one.
Michael gave Gabriel a soft smile. "I'm glad you made it here safely," he said gently.
Then came Serafall. Predictably loud and bouncy, she waved both arms when she spotted me. "Haru! You made it! I'm so glad the Yokai decided to show up too!"
I chuckled, giving her a small wave. "It was kind of last minute, but I'm here representing my mother."
That earned a laugh from her and a playful wink.
Azazel gave me a half-assed wave that was equal parts casual and twitchy. The guy looked like he hadn't slept in two days, which probably meant he was working on something dangerous again. Standing beside him was Baraqiel, stone-faced as any other time I met the guy. With them was a woman in a sharply cut business suit that hugged her in all the right places. That had to be Penemue—the infamous secretary-slash-shadow-ruler of the Grigori. I'd heard enough about her to know she was the real one keeping the faction afloat while Azazel played with magical nukes in his basement lab.
"Yokai Prince," she said smoothly, giving me a nod. "Nice to finally see you in person."
"Pleasure's mine," I replied. I meant it too, anyone who could keep Azazel in line was worthy of respect. Even if she wasn't particularly powerful herself. She had fewer wings than I expected, only 8.
Ajuka Beelzebub stood off to the side. That neon green hair of his made him impossible to miss. He gave me a polite nod. "We should begin," he said plainly. "I have experiments waiting."
Azazel clapped his hands once. "Agreed! Let's get this thing rolling, Beelze-bro."
Ajuka didn't even blink. "Don't call me that."
Azazel grinned. "I'm definitely gonna keep calling you that!"
Sirzechs let out a long, exhausted sigh like a man who'd had to babysit these two way too many times. As I approached the central table, I looked around and took it all in. The leaders of the top supernatural powers, all here in one room.
Of course, it wasn't just the big names in the room. As Rias led us in, I caught sight of her entire peerage—minus Issei, naturally. Akeno gave me a subtle, lewd smile. Kiba, Koneko and Gasper all standing near her.
Across from them were a group of younger Church agents. They were clearly under orders to behave, though I caught more than one of them glaring daggers toward the devils.
And leaning against the back wall like he didn't give a damn about any of this was Vali Lucifer. The White Dragon Emperor looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, his arms folded like a man waiting for a challenge that hadn't come yet. He caught me watching him and arched an eyebrow.
"What?" he asked, voice low and bored.
I smirked. "Just wondering if you're bored without your rival around." I teased him knowingly.
His expression flickered for a moment before he stood straighter. "You know what happened to the Red Dragon Emperor!? Albion says Ddraig's vanished. They always used to be able to sense each other, no matter where they were in the world. Now it's just... gone."
That was interesting to know, but not too important. I gave him a casual shrug. "And as for your Rival? He's not in this world anymore. He got isekai'd."
I think.
Vali blinked. Then snorted. "Tch. That dumb anime cliché isn't a real thing! You're just messing with me."
I didn't respond, I just kept smirking.
Rias, who'd been listening, perked up at the word "isekai."
"Wait, who got isekaid!? Tell me more!"
"...Hm, nope."
She pouted at me. "You're mean, Haru..." she grumbled.
I decided to distract her. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders casually. Her body leaned into mine immediately. Her breasts pressed lightly against my side as she let out a lovely sounding sigh. I didn't want her anywhere near that oppai pervert.
The moment Sirzechs cleared his throat to call the gathering to order, Azazel slapped both palms flat on the tabletop and spoke before anyone else could even inhale.
"Alright, let's cut the crap," he said, voice loud and lazy. "We all know why we're here. We want some fucking peace so we can relax and get some proper fucking done for once!"
A stunned beat of silence followed...
I couldn't stop the snort that slipped out of me, and Rias, tucked beneath my arm, giggled behind her hand as well.
Across the table, Sirzechs face‑palmed so hard I heard the slap. Penemue's pen snapped clean in half, the look she shot her boss suggested she might stab him with the broken end if he kept talking. The angels—and the wide‑eyed trainee exorcists behind them—looked one step away from fainting.
A blue‑and‑green‑haired girl in church uniform—Xenovia—pointed an accusing finger at Azazel. "How dare you utter such filth in front of the glorious Archangels!"
Gabriel exhaled. "Trust me, child, I've heard much worse from him—and from half this room," she added under her breath.
"Tehe…" Serafall grinned.
Azazel just laughed, leaning back like he'd opened with a flawless joke. "C'mon, everyone knows what I mean." He swept an arm around the table. "Our factions are bleeding numbers. Even with the latest amazing discovery—" he shot me a knowing smirk "—we're still in trouble. We need a good couple centuries of peace so everybody can make babies and pump those numbers back up." He thumbed over at me again. "The Yokai know what's up. Prince Haru here already has a harem of redheads that would make gods like Zeus weep with envy!"
I tightened my arm around Rias and met his grin with one of my own. "If Zeus so much as looks at them, I'll incinerate that thunder‑happy rapist on the spot."
I wasn't kidding...
A low ripple of laughter—and a few horrified gasps—rolled through the room. Azazel pointed at me. "See? Little opposite of peace, but you get the idea, Haru!"
I mean, I didn't start out trying to get a harem or anything like that. It just kind of happened as I met all these beautiful and strong women. But I still wasn't ready to be a dad or anything.
On that thought—I hoped Kushina knew some contraceptive jutsu or something.
Sirzechs dragged both hands down his face. "Could we please discuss the treaty before anyone threatens divine homicide?"
"It would be appreciated," Michael added.
Azazel lifted his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. Point stands, though. Peace equals population. Now, can someone pass me the agenda before Penemue murders me?"
"I'm thinking about doing it anyway..." his secretary grumbled.
—
Half an hour crawled by, the meeting bogged down to numbers and fine print. Serafall and Gabriel were locked in a heated back‑and‑forth about import tariffs on holy artifacts. Heaven wanted a sweeter cut, the Devils wanted more leeway.
Boring shit.
Everyone else looked glazed.
My stomach rumbled. Enough of this. I hadn't had breakfast or lunch yet!
Slipping a hand into my pocket, I tugged open a small rift to my storage space and pulled out a compact steel grill. The legs unfolded with a click. A quick spark of fox‑fire and coals glowed red.
The scent of sizzling meat rolled out seconds later.
Every trainee exorcist in the room—including Xenovia—stared at me like I'd just cracked open a six‑pack in church. One of them whispered, "Is… is he allowed to do that?"
Across the table, Rias's peerage only smiled. They knew the rule: you can't stop a chef when the urge to grill hits.
Rias slid in beside me with a grin, Akeno right behind her. They helped set out trays of buns while I lined up thick hotdogs on the grate. Fat hissed, smoke curled, and the whole room began to smell like a barbeque.
Akeno leaned close, voice a sultry whisper against my ear. "I'd love to feel your hotdog in my buns, Haru."
I rolled my eyes. I was absolutely expecting that one before she even said it...
She just laughed, sprinkling shredded cheese onto a row of waiting buns. Rias ladled rich chili over the next, adding mustard and diced onions. I flipped each dog to get perfect grill marks—no halfway jobs on my watch!
Even if this was one of the weirdest places I'd cooked before.
Not quite as weird as the monster infested forest in Milim's world though.
Soon I was handing out fully loaded hotdogs like peace offerings. Which was fair because this was a peace meeting. Michael accepted his with polite thanks, Penemue with an approving nod, Azazel with a wolfish grin.
At the far end of the table, Serafall and Gabriel's debate hit a new volume—until the aroma drifted over. Gabriel's white wings twitched.
She paused mid‑sentence as her mouth watered. "Haru made food...?"
Serafall actually moaned. "That smells amazing."
"Alright, everyone—lunch break!" I decided collectively.
It was a good thing I suggested food when I did, because pretty soon after everyone finished eating, the skies outside the window suddenly went unnaturally dark. A barrier had been put up around the entire school. Ah, the Khaos dickheads were here to attack the peace talks. I wondered what their plans were because Gasper was right over there in the corner—
"Wait? Where did Gasper go…?" I asked Rias.
She was wiping some mustard off her lips as she nervously looked out the windows as well. "He said he had to go to the bathroom? Why?
Suddenly a purple wave of time magic swept over everyone in the room. Everyone under Ultimate Class in power ended up getting frozen in time.
"...That's why…" I deadpanned.
"Oh…" Rias groaned as she saw her entire peerage frozen along with all the exorcists. Only the leaders of the factions along with myself Rias and Vali were still able to move while Gasper's balance breaker was going off!
Rias's fingers tightened around my sleeve. "Haru, what do we do?" she whispered, eyes flicking from the frozen forms of her friends to the dark sky outside.
"We go and rescue Gasper before we deal with all these assholes," I told her. "Naruto would be devastated if anything happened to his boyfriend!"
Despite the situation Rias couldn't help but giggle. "You are so bad, Haru!" she smacked my arm. "Gasper actually likes girls, despite how he dresses, and everyone knows Naruto secretly pines after Sasuke anyway…"
At least she was less freaked out as we ran out of the room to try and find her time stopping trap vampire.
And then I felt someone land a kick right into the side of my face that sent me hurling through a nearby wall! That actually hurt a bit, who just blindsided me like that?
I grunted and pulled myself out of the ruined drywall. My nose twitched. Ugh, Did Rias know her whole clubhouse was built with asbestos? Even for supernatural beings that shit was nasty…
Rias let out an indignant squeak. "What did you do that for… Naruko!?"
Oh shit!
My eyes widened as I laid eyes on my nine-tailed Kunoichi girlfriend. Her normally beautiful purple eyes—were actually red and slitted—like Naruto's were when he lost control. She was growling and stomped towards me angrily right past Rias who just threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.
"He knows what he did!" Naruko jabbed her finger in my chest.
This wasn't really the best time, but yeah, I definitely did….
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