A new wind of change blew into Akira's mansion.
The three lovers who were human have become demons.
As the sun set beyond the western mountains, and purple darkness enveloped the mansion as the moon was about to rise, footsteps with concealed presence were already heard outside Akira's bedroom door.
Bang~!
The sliding door opened vigorously, and a figure with fluttering cherry-blossom-colored hair dove onto the bed.
"Umm~!! I slept well! Good evening, Akira-san!!"
The first to jump out was, as expected, Mitsuri.
She burrowed into Akira's chest lying on the bed and expressed her joy with her whole body.
Her movements were much lighter than when she was human, but the muscular strength inherent within had become incomparably powerful.
"Ugh... Mitsuri. Isn't your energy too high from the morning? My ribs might break."
When Akira pretended to complain in pain, Mitsuri looked up with a hehe laugh.
Her eyes had changed to demon eyes, but the loveliness contained within was still the same.
"But Akira-san! My body is so light! Before, when I woke up, my body felt sluggish, but now it feels like I could fly like a feather!"
Mitsuri tapped her forehead.
"And look, horns! Aren't my love horns sparkling and shining? I looked in the mirror earlier and screamed because they were so cute!"
The horns that had sprouted on her forehead were glowing faintly in sync with her breathing. Mitsuri rubbed the horns against Akira's chin and chest, acting spoiled like a puppy.
"Above all... the scent is so good."
Mitsuri buried her face in Akira's nape, sniffing.
"Even when I was human, I liked Akira-san's scent, but now it's... much sweeter and richer. I can even hear the sound of blood flowing in your veins. Ah... I want to bite."
Mitsuri licked her lips and lightly bit Akira's collarbone. The sharpened fangs scraping the skin made Akira's body flinch with a tingling sensation.
"Oh my, Mitsuri-chan. No matter how much you like him, cutting in line is not allowed. Akira-san's arms are public property, you know."
At that moment, Kanae entered with an elegant voice like flower petals scattering in the wind.
As she entered, a butterfly-wing-like aura briefly appeared behind her.
She approached not by walking, but by floating about three centimeters above the ground and gliding.
"Akira-san, did you sleep peacefully? The moon is very beautiful tonight. It feels like it's blessing our new beginning."
Kanae naturally occupied Akira's left arm and kissed his cheek.
Her skin was smooth like porcelain, and her body temperature was cooler than a human's, but the touch was soft and melancholic like silk.
"Your body is cold, Kanae."
"Huhu, that's why I need Akira-san's warmth even more. When we're touching like this... it feels like my dead heart is beating again."
Kanae pulled Akira's hand and placed it on her chest.
Having become a demon and stopped, as she metaphorically said, her gesture was poignant, as if asking to feel the eternal pulse of love.
"Sister, Mitsuri-san. Aren't you all being too clingy? Akira-san is having trouble breathing."
Finally, Shinobu appeared with her arms crossed. But her attire was not her usual kimono. It was a missing-bottom outfit, wearing only one of Akira's loose white shirts that he usually wore.
A few buttons were undone from the top, revealing her collarbone and chest bone clearly, and the smooth white legs extending from under the shirt hem stole the gaze.
"...Shinobu, that shirt is mine, isn't it? When did you take it?"
When Akira asked, Shinobu smiled seductively and sat on the edge of the bed.
Her purple eyes narrowed like a snake's, overflowing with playfulness and sensuality simultaneously.
"I wanted to mix my scent with Akira-san's scent. Since becoming a demon, my sense of smell has become sensitive... I can't stand it if I don't have Akira-san's scent, it makes me anxious."
Shinobu crawled onto the bed on all fours and nestled between Akira's legs.
"Yesterday, I searched through my whole wardrobe and chose the one that had the most of Akira-san's scent. How is it? Does it suit me?"
Shinobu slowly traced up Akira's ankle with her fingers and whispered in his ear.
"Take responsibility. It's Akira-san who made my innocent self into such a lascivious body. Did you cast some hypnosis when you gave me your blood? I keep... wanting to pounce on Akira-san."
The three demon beauties surrounded Akira, each emitting pheromones of different charms. The sweetness of cherry blossoms, the elegance of butterflies, and the fatal temptation of poison. It was the moment Akira was about to let out a happy scream.
The temperature in the bedroom dropped sharply.
A chilly cold that instantly froze Mitsuri's heat, Kanae's gentleness, and Shinobu's provocation.
Crash!
The sliding door opened roughly, and a woman with fluttering white hair appeared. Behind her, the form of a giant blue fire dragon rose like a haze, and her eyes blazed with the jealousy of demon fire.
"Hmm~? Very lively, aren't we, Master? While I took my eyes off for a moment, the bedroom has turned into a brothel, hasn't it?"
It was Kiyohime. She opened the fan in her hand with a snap! and strode into the room.
"Ki, Kiyo-ya? No, this isn't what it looks like..."
Akira tried to explain while sweating cold sweat, but Kiyohime's killing intent was not directed at him.
Her sharp gaze was aimed at the three clinging to Akira.
"Oh my, it seems you've all become demons since I last saw you... Now you can't use the excuse of being human, or the excuse of stamina, and you're going to squeeze Master day and night? You've really made up your minds."
As Kiyohime approached, the pressure only increased.
Mitsuri, Kanae, and Shinobu instinctively flinched under Kiyohime's momentum.
This was not a simple difference in power. It was the overwhelming seniority of one who had claimed the position of legitimate wife after guarding Akira's side for a long time.
"Now, move aside. For juniors to dare monopolize Master's bedroom, discipline has become lax. It seems we need to establish the order."
Slither~
The imugi's tail extending from Kiyohime's lower body softly, but with irresistible force, pushed Mitsuri and Kanae away.
"Kyaak! Kiyo onee-san! Your tail is cold!"
"Mitsuri-chan, you're too noisy. Being bright is good, but it's too much and Master's ears are getting stuffy. And those horns, don't poke them. It hurts if they stab."
Kiyohime threw Mitsuri onto the sofa and then glared at Kanae.
"Kanae-chan, fold your wings a bit. You're blocking Master's view. Those wings are for ornamental use, not for the bedroom."
"Oh my... That's too much."
Finally, Kiyohime's gaze fixed on Shinobu wearing Akira's shirt.
"And Shinobu-chan?"
"...What is it, Kiyohime-san?"
Shinobu retorted without backing down, but Kiyohime scoffed.
"That shirt is too blatant. It's tacky. Master prefers things that subtly show or stimulate imagination rather than blatant display. You need to study more. You get a failing grade."
"Huh? Oh my, isn't it you, Kiyohime-san, who is too rigid? Akira-san is a free spirit, you know. And this shirt, Akira-san directly permitted... well, not exactly, but anyway, he liked it!"
The gazes of the purple butterfly and the blue dragon sparked in the air.
"Haha... Everyone should get along, right? Huh? The weather is good today..."
Akira tried to mediate with an awkward laugh, but the women's power struggle that had already ignited didn't know how to stop.
"Master, be quiet. This is a matter between women. And the authority of the head of the household isn't only established on the bed."
Kiyohime said firmly and grabbed Akira by the collar, pulling him towards her.
"Now, juniors. Listen well. To celebrate you becoming demons, I should hold a banquet... but we need to clarify the order, right? The management of Master's health and vitality is Kiyohime's exclusive right."
Kiyohime's eyes gleamed.
"Tonight, I will monopolize and manage Master. I need to catch up on lost time and check Master's condition. Any objections?"
Under the oppressive feeling of the dragon species emanating from Kiyohime's body, the three who had just become demons couldn't dare to refute and became tongue-tied.
The tail wrapped tightly around Akira's waist, claiming ownership.
"...If there are none, everyone disperse! Close the door and get out!"
Kiyohime pointed at the door with her fan, smiling like a victor.
The three people chased outside stared blankly at the firmly closed bedroom door. From inside, they heard Kiyohime's voice saying, "Now, Master. Now that the troublemakers are gone...♡"
"Uuu... Kiyo onee-san, so mean. I wanted to play with Akira-san too... I wanted to show off my horns more..."
Mitsuri slumped her horns and crouched on the floor.
"The wall of a senior is high indeed. Moreover, that pressure... it's on the level of cheating."
Kanae smiled bitterly and stroked the closed door. But her eyes were those of a demon who didn't know giving up.
"But..."
Kanae smiled slyly and opened the door gap very slightly, without a sound.
"To give up and go back from here, wouldn't the night be too long?"
"I agree, sister."
Shinobu's eyes sparkled. She boldly undid one more button on the shirt.
"Monopoly management? Hmph, don't make me laugh. If we three attack simultaneously with our combined strength, can that proud power block us all?"
At Shinobu's provocation, Mitsuri jumped up.
"That's right! We're demons too! Now we won't lose in strength!"
"Let's go, Mitsuri-san, sister! Today is the day for rebellion!"
The three new demons exchanged determined looks. This wasn't just a simple battle for the bed. It was a sexual war to secure their share in the mansion life going forward.
"Akira-san~! Let us join in too!!"
Bang!
"!? These thieving cats! You dare break the door?!"
"Kyaa! Kiyo onee-san, move the fire! I'm going to Akira-san!"
"Oh my, Kiyohime-san. Your scales have become rough, haven't they? You should take care of your skin."
"Everyone calm down! Uwaa, the house is burning! Tamamo-style sorcery!"
That night, Akira's mansion was noisy all night with love, jealousy, and happy screams (?).
The stamina of the women who had become demons was infinite, and Akira's night had only just begun.