Gacha Harem King DxD Chapter 1 Issei’s Chaotic Harem Begins!

Commission for Deus Ex Mima

All character's are 18 years old or older

The sun hung low in the sky bathing Kuoh Academy in a warm golden glow. The air was filled with the sounds of girls living their youth. Tennis balls thwacked against rackets, sneakers squeaked on the track, and the distant splash of the swimming club echoed from the poolside. Students roamed the school grounds, enjoying their after-school activities, scattered across the school grounds engaged in their respective clubs with focus and passion.

Except for three.

Near the girl’s kendo club changing room behind the gym building, nestled deep in the shadows of the bushes, a far less wholesome activity was underway.

“Hurry up, Motohama! You’ve been at the peephole for like five minutes!” Matsuda hissed, hunched behind a bush and sweating nervously.

“Okay, okay, just a little more... I think I can see something!” Motohama whispered, sweat beading down his forehead in anticipation.

“Move over, dammit! You’ve hogged the peephole long enough!” Issei hissed, trying to push his friend aside with one hand.

“I called dibs on Thursdays!” Motohama snapped back. “It's in the pervert pact!”

“You can't just dibs a day, you lecherous bastard!”

“You don’t even see anything through those lenses anyway!”

Off to the side, crouched low but not particularly stealthy, Issei Hyoudou rolled his eyes and whispered urgently. “Guys, guys, shut up! We’ll get caught if you keep—!”

Too late.

Behind them, various shadows fell over the trio.

A voice, low and terrifying, cut through the air like a sword through paper, sending a chill that ran down Issei’s spine.

“...You three have exactly ten seconds to explain what you're doing.”

That voice. Issei didn’t need to look. He knew that voice like the back of his hand. He turned around slowly, dread pooling in his stomach.

There, standing tall with shinai in hand and death in her eyes, was Murayama, vice-captain of the girls’ kendo club. Her shoulder-length brown hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, and her glare could have turned a lesser man to stone.

Beside her stood Katase, smiling sweetly—but with a twitch in her eye that spoke of barely-contained murder.

Behind them, the entire kendo team stood in formation, shinai at the ready.

Matsuda, who had won in looking through the peephole, froze. Motohama whimpered audibly.

Issei could only whisper, “We’re dead.”

Matsuda whimpered. “W-We can explain—!”

Motohama threw his notepad into a bush. “This was Issei’s idea!”

Issei pointed at them both. “I TOLD YOU IDIOTS TO SHUT UP!”

Katase cracked her knuckles. “You know, I was just telling the girls how we needed more practice swings today.”

Murayama raised her shinai, voice calm. “I think thirty hits each should be enough.”

The trio didn’t wait for clarification.

“RUUUUUUUN!” Matsuda screamed.

Too slow.

The kendo club descended upon them like a storm of vengeance. Screams echoed across the courtyard. Shinai met flesh. Dust clouds erupted.

“MY GLASSES—!”

“NOT THE FACE!

“OH GODS IT HURTS!”

From across the track field, a group of freshmen paused their running drills and looked over in confusion.

“…Do they do this every week?” one asked.

“Yeah,” the other replied. “Sometimes twice.”

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In a far corner of the schoolyard, far from the tennis courts and the watchful eyes of authority, three battered boys lay sprawled across the grass.

Motohama gingerly clutched his ribs, wincing, his glasses cracked and hanging loosely off one ear. “Ugh… why do they always go for the kidneys?!”

Matsuda had a lump on his forehead the size of a rice ball and his shirt ripped down the side. “Why’d they have to hit so hard?”

“Right?” Motohama groaned, readjusting his frames. “Katase said she didn’t want to see us anymore. That we’ll die as single, perverted losers…” He trailed off and looked down at the ground, the weight of the truth hitting like another shinai.

Matsuda sniffled, lips trembling. “She said I’d scare girls off for the rest of my life…”

Issei sat upright, arms crossed, a large bump forming on his forehead but his eyes… distant. Thinking.

There was a long silence.

Both boys began to slump over in defeat, their eyes hollow like broken war veterans.

“…We’re doomed, man.” Matsuda gave a loud, dramatic sniff. “We will never be a man, women would want.”

“We’ll never know the soft touch of love. Just the cold sting of rejection.”

Issei sat quietly at first, arms crossed and head lowered, scuffed and sore like the rest. But then. His fingers clenched. His jaw tightened. And something inside him—some unyielding, stupidly optimistic, horny flame—flared to life.

“No…”

Matsuda looked up. “Huh?”

Issei stood. “No!”

Motohama squinted. “Bro?”

Issei took two steps forward, then threw his arms to the sky.

“NOOOOOO!!! I REFUSE TO DIE ALONE!!”

He clenched his fists to the heavens, bruised knuckles trembling.

“I WILL BECOME HAREM KING!!”

A bird took off from a nearby branch.

The breeze carried his voice across the schoolyard.

The girls around the track field all turned in unison.

There was silence.

Then one girl blinked. “Was that Hyoudou?”

“Ugh, gross.”

“Creep.”

“Is he seriously yelling that out loud?”

One girl cringed so hard she almost tripped.

Issei stood proud.

He didn’t care.

His heart burned with conviction. Even as blood ran down his nose, even as his dignity fled into the sunset, he believed.

Motohama, for all his bruises and cracked pride, stared at him with something akin to awe. “He’s serious…”

Matsuda wiped a tear. “The dude never gives up…”

The two looked at each other. A spark returned to their eyes.

“…Let’s never stop dreaming,” Matsuda said.

“…Even if it’s delusional and mostly illegal,” Motohama added.

Then they both stood, fists clenched.

“TO THE FUTURE!” they declared together.

The trio high-fived with the power of shared delusion and a complete lack of shame.

Then Matsuda paused. “So… what now?”

Then Motohama cleared his throat. “So… uh, you guys wanna come over later?  I just downloaded some very rare videos. Magical girls. With plot.”

Matsuda perked up. “Sweet! Count me in—”

“Pass,” Issei interrupted, raising a hand. “My mom’s making grilled chicken tonight. No way I’m missing that.”

Matsuda groaned. “Lucky…”

Motohama adjusted his glasses. “Fine. Enjoy your family dinner, traitor.”

“Gladly.” Issei grinned, already thinking of the crispy skin and soy-garlic glaze waiting for him.

The trio started walking toward the gates.

“Later, guys!” Issei waved.

“See you guys tomorrow.” Matsuda called.

“Alright, guess I’ll head home too,” Motohama shrugged. “I need to re-glue the left temple of my glasses.”

With that, the three went their separate ways under the orange hue of the setting sun.

None of them knew that Issei’s bold declaration had reached ears far beyond the school grounds.

Ears that did not belong to anything of this world.

And something stirred in the void beyond space and time… Very amused.

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The scent of grilled chicken wafted warmly through the small, cozy kitchen of the Hyoudou household.

Issei Hyoudou, resident pervert, high school student, and self-proclaimed future Harem King, was living his best life—at least for tonight.

“Ahhhh—this is the good stuff.” Issei sighed, slumping back in his chair, a second helping of chicken still half-stuffed in his mouth. He chewed lazily, his grin wide, his eyes half-lidded in satisfaction.

His mom, a kind-looking woman with a soft bob cut and gentle eyes, giggled from across the table. “You’re going to get fat, you know.”

“I’ll burn it off,” Issei mumbled, words muffled by chicken.

His dad gave a chuckle, lifting a piece of thigh with his chopsticks. “Let the boy enjoy it. He’s growing.”

And then—just as Issei reached for a third helping—the world stopped.

The moment his fingers brushed the plate, a strange pressure prickled the air. His breath caught. His muscles stiffened. When he looked around he noticed that his parents were frozen in place with them holding chopsticks close to their mouths. “Uh… Mom? Dad?”

Nothing.

And then came the voice.

"Your wish... has amused me." The words sliced through the frozen moment like an echo from beneath the ocean.

Issei choked violently on the piece of chicken he was eating. “Glrk—wha?!”

His vision blurred, panic rising. But before he could even stand or scream, the air above the table ripped open with a grotesque, wet squelch. The kind of sound you'd expect from a stomach tearing in reverse.

A rift—violet and swirling, its edges pulsating like breathing flesh—hung above the dinner table. The overhead light flickered erratically despite time itself being halted. Faint cracks spider-webbed across the ceiling and walls as if reality were fracturing under pressure.

The air turned thick and humid, like the breath of something massive just exhaled into the room.

Issei couldn’t move. Not from paralysis—but from sheer, dumb, overwhelming fear. His brain refused to acknowledge what he was seeing. A sense of wrongness pressed into his skin, his bones, even his soul.

And then—he felt something.

Something brushed against existence. Not seen, not heard, but known. A presence that slithered along the folds of time and space, brushing against him like a sea of tendrils made of whispering memories. In the back of his skull, he heard:

Laughter.

It wasn’t human. It wasn’t sane. It was the sound of galaxies collapsing, of prayers being swallowed by black holes.

And then the voice spoke again—feminine, silky, unholy. “Congratulations, mortal! You desire for a harem above all else was heard. Your soul radiates enough unholy thirst to rival a thousand cultists. A noble wish, truly. And one I can respect.”

Issei tried to scream but only managed a strangled. “Nghhhhh?”

“I am Shub-Niggurath, the Mother of a Thousand Young. And I shall bless you. Behold: the Harem Gacha System.”

A glowing black-and-pink screen materialized over his face.

[ Harem Gacha System Initialized. ]

[ Congratulations, host, on winning the blessings of the Mother of a Thousand Young. ]

[ First 3 pulls: FREE. ]

“...What,” Issei breathed, voice dry.

“Spin the wheel, O Seeker of Lewdness. Let fate deliver your brides.”

Before he could even move, the screen changed on its own. A roulette wheel appears on the screen, neon and spinning at dizzying speeds.

There were names. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Each name was a girl. Some in Japanese. Others in languages he couldn’t understand.

“Waitwaitwait—WHAT’S HAPPENING?!”

DING!

The roulette stopped abruptly.

Roll 1: Nyaruko

Light vanished. Then—

BOOM.

A massive burst of white-pink energy detonated above the table like a fireworks display on acid.

In the middle of the table standing atop the plate with her frilly black dress fluttering and chicken juices soaking into her boots was a silver-haired girl with a long ahoge, bright green eyes, and an impossible amount of energy.

She struck a pose with both hands forming finger guns, winking like an idol mid-performance.

“YAAATTAAA~! NYARUKO-CHAN HAS ARRIVED TO PROTECT HER DEAREST DARLING!”

Her voice was high-pitched, energetic, far too cheerful. Her dress was absurdly frilly, her expression manic, and her whole existence screamed too much energy.

Issei’s brain blue-screened. He stared. “What.”

She grinned wide. “Ooooh~ so this is my summoner, huh?” Nyaruko leaned forward, inspecting Issei like he was an ultra-rare gacha pull himself. “I knew you’d be cute, but this cute? Ufufu~! I’ll devour you later in ways you can’t imagine!”

Issei’s mouth opened but made no sound. ‘Did she just say devour—wait no she called me cute? WHAT IS GOING ON?’

Nyaruko beamed. “I’m here to protect you, flirt with you, possibly smother you with love, and punch things that annoy you! Possibly in that order~!”

Before Issei could scream or run or even question if this was a very cursed fever dream, she pounced.

“EEK—!”

She jumped from the table like a predator leaping onto prey, and in one fluid motion, tackled him out of his chair and onto the floor.

Issei hit the tatami mat with a grunt.

Then everything stopped.

He blinked up—into two huge, soft, warm mounds pressing into his face.

Silence.

The world… slowed.

He was being smothered by Oppai. Actual, full-sized, unfiltered, oppai. His perverted brain activated like a sleeper agent hearing the right code phrase. ‘Warm… soft… they're real!’

For a full three seconds, Issei forgot that a hole in reality had opened, that his dinner had been hijacked, and that his sanity was actively leaking out of his ears.

He simply sank into Nyaruko’s chest, muffling a quiet, blissful, “Oppai!”

Nyaruko giggled, wrapping her arms around him tighter like a clingy octopus in love. “My darling~ You feel even better than I imagined! And I have an active imagination!”

Issei’s mind, despite being fried by sensory overload, briefly flashed to the on-screen text floating above them.

[Roll 1 complete.]

And just under that, in smaller font:

[Note: The summoned variant of Nyaruko is one hundred percent consensual, and the love meter is at 100%. Please enjoy yourself responsibly.]

He tried to speak but only managed a muffled, “Mmmph—” into her cleavage.

Soon the roulette started to spin again with each name passing waiting to be chosen. It spined faster and faster until it stared to slow down and land on another name.

Roll 2: Kaguya Houraisan

Reality glitched as a bright light suddenly took over.

A voice calm, delicate, yet condescending cut through the air. “So this is the modern human world? And you must be the one who summoned me?”

The light faded, revealing a petite woman standing gracefully on the dinner table, seemingly unbothered that her shoes were next to a plate of grilled chicken. She wore a resplendent red and pink kimono layered with silken fabrics that shimmered. Her long, straight black hair flowed past her waist.

Her dark brown eyes swept across the room, half-lidded and unimpressed. They held the weight of centuries, the exhaustion of an immortal woman who had once bathed in divine luxury and was now standing in a suburban kitchen beside a chaos entity spooning a high schooler.

Issei stared from the floor, still half-pinned under Nyaruko, who was now aggressively petting his hair like a favorite pet cat.

“…What,” Issei breathed.

Kaguya's eyes narrowed slightly. “I suppose I can tolerate your presence. I’ve been bored for centuries. So do entertain me, peasant.”

Nyaruko stopped petting just long enough to pout. “Oi, I saw him first, you mooch!”

Kaguya ignored her entirely.

She took a slow, graceful step down from the table, her geta sandals tapping lightly against the wood and surveyed the humble kitchen with a regal disdain. The cracked walls. The frozen parents. The lingering scent of soy and garlic chicken.

“This home is… quaint,” she murmured, as if trying not to inhale too deeply. “Your dining room lacks much. Where is the court orchestra?”

Issei, still lost in Nyaruko’s cleavage, looked at his newest summon and noticed just how small she was.

Kaguya sighed deeply, folding her arms beneath her sleeves like a disappointed monarch. “If I must be your wife, then I expect at least a gold-plated tea set, a personal staff of attendants, and 500-year-aged sake at minimum. You should feel lucky if it was before I would have sent you to five impossible quests to even give you a chance at being worthy of being my husband.”

The floating screen soon chimed again.

[Roll 2 Complete.]

[Note: Kaguya is 100% consenting, immortal, princess of the moon, unreasonably proud. Love meter at 15%]

Issei stared and stared harder.

Issei simply continued to look at her, hoping by staring long enough the little girl would transform into a busty onee-san. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried to will it, Kaguya remained her perfectly petite, immortal self. Not a curve in sight beyond the flowing lines of her layered kimono.

Nyaruko, still latched onto him, puffed her cheeks. “Excuse me. I’m already fulfilling the position of clingy, affectionate waifu #1!” She huffed, arms wrapped possessively around Issei's torso.

Kaguya tilted her head just slightly. “You can go around calling yourself whatever you want. But I shall be the formal wife, seeing as I am royalty and much older.”

Issei tensed.

Nyaruko’s ahoge visibly bristled. “Care to repeat that, grandma?”

Issei tried to crawl away, only to be yanked back into Nyaruko’s hold. 

Kaguya’s smile was small and terrifying. “I suppose you can be the court jester for me and my husband.”

Nyaruko released Issei in a swift motion and reached under her frilly black skirt. “WHAT WAS THAT YOU SPOILED OLD BAT?!”

Issei barely had time to process what he was seeing before she whipped out—a bright red crowbar.

“WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THAT?!” He yelped

Kaguya stood, her expression unbothered, but the air around her shimmered slightly with magical tension.

Issei panicked. “NOPE. NOPE. WE ARE NOT DESTROYING MY HOUSE!” He threw himself between them, arms stretched out. “TIME OUT! STOP!”

To his immense relief, both women froze. Nyaruko paused mid-swing. Kaguya blinked and released her hold on her power.

After a long, heavy sigh, Issei slowly lowered his arms and sat down. “Okay… okay. Just… what the hell is going on?” He turned to them, pleading with his eyes. “Seriously, who even are you two? Why are you here? And what is this ‘gacha’ system even supposed to be?!”

Kaguya let out a quiet breath. “Tch. Fine. I suppose I shall enlighten you, since you are clearly incapable of grasping the situation on your own.”

Nyaruko rolled her eyes, but flopped down beside Issei, listening.

Kaguya’s eyes softened as she spoke, voice calm and cool. “You, Issei Hyoudou, have been selected by a higher power to be the host of the Harem Gacha System.”

Issei blinked. “The what?”

“The Harem Gacha System,” Kaguya repeated, as if correcting a particularly slow servant. “It allows you to summon variants of women from across the multiverse. When one of us is summoned, we arrive here as a copy of the original, ourselves included, have consented to being part of this system.”

Issei’s jaw dropped. “Wait… you’re copies?”

“Yes,” she confirmed. “We’re not the originals, but perfect replicas of them, memories, feelings, skills, and essence. When we are summoned, we are born with the knowledge of why we’re here and we instantly know you’re the host, knowing what’s expected.” She raised her chin slightly. “However… Just because we are summoned to be part of your harem does not mean we have to love you. Nor do we have to like you.”

Issei flinched.

“I, for instance,” Kaguya continued, “acknowledge that you will be my husband. But that does not mean I accept you as you are. I am royalty and I demand more.”

She leaned closer, dark eyes sharp. “Still… the fact that a higher being chose you must mean there is something worthy within you. So… I shall observe. And train you to become a man deserving of my hand.”

Issei didn’t know what to say.

Then. “Darling~!” Nyaruko chirped, wrapping around him again. “Don’t listen to the uptight lunar goblin! You don’t have to worry about anything~! I’m already hopelessly in love with you~! And I alone am enough!” She nuzzled into his neck, eyes shining. “Your face! Your voice! Your smell! Your heartbeat! Your lust! Sweet, dense, confused, and easy to cuddle! Everything about you is perfect~!”

‘TOO CLOSE TOO FAST TOO SOFT TOO HOT TOO—’ Issei’s face went red as steam shot from his ears. “Wh-Wh-WHAT?!”

“Ahem,” Kaguya interrupted, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with practiced elegance. “It doesn’t matter how intense your obsession is. I will still be the legal wife. My beauty and nobility are unmatched.”

That snapped Issei out of his daze. He turned to Kaguya, blinking slowly and said, with no hesitation. “Sorry, but… I’m not interested in woman with a flat chest.”

Silence.

Then—

“PFFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—!!” Nyaruko fell over laughing, rolling across the floor, crowbar clattering beside her. “Oh my gods! He rejected you!”

Kaguya’s expression shattered like porcelain. She took a step back, utterly shocked. “Y-You… What did you say?”

Issei tilted his head. “I’m not into lolis. I like busty onee-sans. You’re cute and all, but, uh… yeah. You're not my type.”

Kaguya stood frozen, processing the first rejection she had received in centuries. Maybe ever. ‘He rejected me? Me? Princess Kaguya? The immortal beauty of the moon? Men used to wage wars over me, and this… this suburban boy says no?’

“You…” Kaguya’s voice trembled. “You’re rejecting me? Me? The Moon Princess? The one whose beauty caused wars? Countless men prostrated themselves for a single glance at my face!”

“Yeah, well,” Issei shrugged, “I’m not ‘countless men.’ I have a type. Big soft bouncy Onee-san.” His eyes glazed over for a second. “And I’m not interested in becoming a l0l¡c0n.”

Kaguya’s hands clenched. “Why not?! What could you possibly prefer over perfection?!”

Nyaruko continued laughing like she was watching a premium comedy special.

Kaguya slowly turned her back to them, her voice cold and sharp. “Very well. Then I shall train you harder.”

Issei flinched. “Wait, wha—”

She turned, eyes gleaming. “You will not remain an embarrassment forever. You will become a man worthy of my love, my body. Or die trying.”

Before Issei could respond. Soon the roulette on screen started to spin again with each name passing waiting to be chosen. It spined faster and faster until it stared to slow down and land on another name.

Issei's head shot up. “Again?”

Roll 3: Evangeline A.K. McDowell

A column of light erupted in the room. Out of the light stepped another petite woman with long, luxurious blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a gothic black dress lined with silver embroidery and moved with quiet, imperious confidence.

She landed softly on the floor unlike the other two, and immediately gave the room a once-over and her summoner.

“...Seriously?” She muttered in a British accent in a low, annoyed voice. “This is who I got stuck with?”

Issei was already kneeling from despair the moment he saw the next woman he summoned. His eyes were wide with disbelief, hands to the sky. “Why? Why did I get another? I’m not a damn l0l¡c0n!”

The blonde’s gaze snapped to him, ice crackling at her heels. “Excuse me?” She said flatly. Her voice had the weight of unspoken death. “Do you want to die, human?”

Issei paled and got up as he was being rude. “I mean—uh—welcome to my house?”

Eva narrowed her eyes. “Hmph. At least you know how to grovel.”

Behind him, Nyaruko squealed happily. “Yattta! Another woman that darling isn't interested. Less competition for best girl of this harem!” She did not see any threat around her as her darling had different tastes.

“Oi,” Issei muttered, still pale, “don’t say that like it’s a good thing…”

Eva sighed and gestured with a hand. The air briefly got colder, and the floor beneath her feet started to grow ice.  “I’m only going to say this once. You may be my summoner but that doesn't mean I will be your little wife.” She threatened.

Nyaruko gasped, raising her crowbar again. “How dare you threaten my darling!”

“Touch me,” Eva cut her off, raising a single finger, “And I’ll freeze you, shatter you, and turn your remains into a snow globe.”

Issei threw up his hands. “Okay! Everyone chill—wait, no, bad choice of words!”

Just then, the system chimed again, glowing with a soft final ping.

[Roll 3 Complete.]

[Note: Evangeline is 100% consenting. True vampire witch, deadly tsundere. Love meter: 3%. Proceed with caution.]

“I’ll make this clear,” Eva said, her voice sharp and clear. “I’m not here because I like you. I’m here because the original me thought this was the only way to escape that cursed school. So don’t get any ideas. Touch me, and I will freeze you solid.”

Issei quickly tried to pacify her worries. “That’s fine. Don’t worry, I'm not into petite woman and won't force you.”

Eva blinked. Then after a beat relaxed her posture. “Hmph. At least you’re reasonable.” She muttered, letting her frost magic dissipate.

Finally, as the system’s task was fulfilled, the distorted world began to knit itself back together.

The rift in the ceiling sealed with a shimmer. The trembling walls quieted. The flickering lights steadied. The very air returned to normal. Time resumed.

Across the table, Miki and Gorou finally stirred from their frozen trance and blinked as they noticed the three girls that magically appeared around her son.

The room fell into stunned silence—until Miki’s scream shattered it. “Issei?! Who are these girls and where did they come from?!”

Before Issei could even form a word, Nyaruko turned around with a beaming smile and a hand over her heart. “Hi, Mom-in-law~! Your son is now under my eternal protection and affection! Don’t worry—he’ll be very safe in my breast!”

Issei facepalmed. Gorou stood slowly, face etched with the look of a man who had seen war—and just now realized he raised a battle-hardened hero.

“…Son,” He asked carefully, “is this… your girlfriend?”

Issei opened his mouth, closed it again, then sighed and scratched his cheek. “Not… exactly? It’s kind of complicated. So this apparently cosmic being called the Mother of a Thousand Young decided I was worthy of this thing called the ‘Harem Gacha System.’” He paused, glancing at the girls seated around the table. “They’re… uh… multiversal copies of real people. All of them were summoned by this system.”

Miki and Gorou stared at him with identical blank expressions, the same ones parents wear when their child tells them he’s about to become a millionaire.

Miki blinked.

Gorou scratched his head. “So... you’re telling us these girls were summoned from across dimensions to be your... harem?”

Issei scratched the back of his head. “Y-Yeah... more or less.”

His parents continued to stare in stunned silence, their brains visibly buffering.

At the far end of the table, Evangeline rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “This is taking far too long,” She muttered. Raising one hand, she flicked her fingers. A small magic circle materialized in midair, swirling with glowing glyphs. From it, a frost-tipped icicle formed, hovered briefly above the table, and then shattered into harmless mist.

The room instantly dropped several degrees.

Miki gasped. “That was—was that real magic?!”

Eva sipped her tea calmly. “Obviously.”

That was all the confirmation Miki and Gorou needed. The gears in their heads finally clicked into place, and they chose the most natural reaction: move forward and act like everything was normal.

“…Well then,” Miki said as she stood up, voice still a little shaky, “I guess we’re setting extra places for dinner.”

Within minutes, three additional seats were pulled up to the table. Plates of freshly grilled chicken were served to the new guests, steam still curling into the air.

Nyaruko lit up like a child on Christmas.

“OHHHH FOOD!” She shouted, grabbing a leg and took a bite. “Your world’s full of delicious food!” She devoured her food with gleeful abandon, sauce smearing her cheeks as she hummed in delight.

Kaguya, on the other hand, sat with a dignified frown. She eyed the plate in front of her like it had personally offended her. “What... is this?” She asked, leaning closer without touching it.

“Chicken,” Issei explained.

“I gathered that, peasant. I mean... why is it served like this?”

Issei smiled wryly. “We eat it with our hands.”

“With our what?” she recoiled. “That’s barbaric!”

Across from her, Nyaruko burped proudly and gave a thumbs up. “Tastes so good.”

Kaguya looked at her, then at the food, then at Issei.

Issei gently picked up a piece and held it out. “C’mon, it won’t kill you. Look, I’ll even show you how to eat it.”

He took a bite and grinned.

Kaguya glared... but curiosity got the better of her. With exaggerated reluctance, she picked up the smallest drumstick with the very tips of her fingers.

She sniffed and took a tiny bite. Then froze.

Then—

She devoured the rest like a starving raccoon, tearing into it with a speed that nearly gave Miki whiplash.

Issei blinked. “Whoa.”

Her cheeks were messy, her sleeves miraculously still clean, but her pride? Gone. “I-It’s not bad,” She muttered through full cheeks. “For something so... uncivilized.”

Issei chuckled and reached out, gently dabbing her cheek with a napkin. “You got some sauce here. Hold still.”

Kaguya turned bright red. “W-Wha—?! Why are you so casual about it?!”

Across the table, Nyaruko paused, blinking.

Then, slowly, she smeared a thick line of sauce across her cheek with her thumb even though she was already dirty. She turned to Issei, batting her eyes. “Darling~ I’m messy too~ Won’t you clean me~?”

Issei gave her a flat look. “...You did that on purpose.”

“Yes,” she giggled. “Now clean me.”

He sighed and leaned in, wiping her cheek too.

Nyaruko melted. “So gentle~ It’s like being pampered by a husband~”

Evangeline, who had been eating quietly with perfect table etiquette, scoffed under her breath. “Disgraceful,” She muttered. “Have you two no shame eating like pigs?”

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From far away in another universe and dimension separated by space and time. A mass of flesh, the Mother of a Thousand Young giggled softly, watching from beyond the veil.

“He wanted a harem… Let’s see how much he can handle?” Words that were not words were spoken.

To those wondering why this story was made. This is a commission for Deus Ex Mina. So thank him for allowing me to post this for everyone to enjoy. And if you want you can make a request for me to make your story but only for people at the emperor tier. Comment and tell me what you think and if I made any mistakes as these characters are sort of new to me. Kaguya is a character I have vague recollection of, so if she's too OC, I’m sorry please tell me what I should do to fix it. I will continue to make more chapters as this was pretty fun and because I owe him another chapter. I hope this turned out well and that Deus Ex Mina likes it.