That night, after returning to the apartment, Dennis and Daisy lay in their bed, both of them naked and holding each other close. The room had fallen silent as they both drifted into a deep sleep, and only the sound of their soft snoring could be heard. However, behind the calm and the silence of the night, one of the two wasn't actually asleep.
Inside a room that looked like a dark cave, lit only by a faint, dim glow, a round table sat in the center with seven chairs surrounding it. Daisy arrived, put on her glasses, and sat in the middle. She looked at Daisy number 2 wearing a detective's long coat, Daisy number 3 in a military tank top, Daisy number 4 in all-black dancer's gear, Daisy number 5 in a white lab coat, Daisy number 6 in sleeveless martial arts attire, and finally, Daisy number 7 in tight leather like a dominatrix, all already seated in their respective spots around her.
Daisys number 2 through 7 studied the face of Daisy number 1, who looked so satisfied and happy that her skin was practically glowing.
"Ugh... no fair. I want in on that too," Daisy number 4 said with a pout.
"True. I actually want to be with my husband as well," number 3 added flatly.
"Sorry, but I've only ever gotten the scraps before. For once, let me be the first, since I'm usually the last," Daisy number 1 replied.
"Well, this is exactly what we need to discuss, isn't it? Up until now, I—along with numbers 3 through 6—have always worked outside because we needed an outlet, not just because we needed the money. But things are different now... besides, our husband, who used to be like that, is now incredibly hot and his blood tastes delicious... I'm asking that we take turns. We should each get to come out once a day to keep it fair. Since we'll all be staying home and not working from now on, I want to spend time with my husband too," number 2 said.
"Agreed, agreed," number 3 replied, nodding repeatedly.
"But didn't our husband ask us not to come out while we're at school?" number 4 asked.
"That's the problem. If it's only at home, it might be difficult for us too. Aside from needing an outlet, we want to be with our husband as well, right?" number 2 answered.
"Hmm... that's true. If it's just at home, we can come out as we please and we don't even have to wear clothes, right? We just take turns. The problem is when we're outside," number 6 muttered.
"I can't do anything about it either. I don't want to disappoint our husband, so I'm asking you all to be patient, okay? At least until I find a way and work out a schedule," number 1 replied.
Everyone fell silent again, lost in thought. They all looked disappointed, and it was written clearly on their faces that they desperately wanted to spend time with Dennis. After a few moments, number 7 suddenly stood up. She looked at her two wings and then at her angel halo before sitting back down.
"If only we all had human forms," number 7 muttered.
"Hmm... that's exactly it. Maybe I can brew a potion to transform us into humans for 24 hours. I'll check my notes—and of course, I'll need the ingredients. If it works, we could take turns accompanying our husband at school," number 5 said, thinking out loud.
Everyone immediately turned to look at number 5. A glimmer of new hope appeared on their faces, but then their expressions shifted again. The issue was that they were seven distinct personalities, and they wanted to be with Dennis as themselves, without pretending to be someone else. They began to think it over once more.
"But won't our husband be confused?" number 3 asked.
"That's true. Even if we're all human, if our personalities are all different, he'll definitely get confused and might even get mad at us for coming out whenever we feel like it. I don't want that," number 4 answered.
"Sorry, I can't help with the personality part," number 5 replied, looking down.
"What if we just pretend to be number 1?" number 7 asked.
"Hard pass. You know I have a potty mouth. A person's way of speaking is hard to change," number 6 answered.
"Doesn't our eye color differ? That should be enough of a benchmark to tell us apart," number 2 asked.
"It won't work. The potion I'm going to brew will make our physical forms exactly identical to number 1, right down to the pupils. But don't worry, our individual abilities will remain the same as our original selves," number 5 answered.
"Oh, I see. That's going to be quite a hassle if it's like that," number 2 replied while lost in thought.
"Hmm... I have an idea on how to tell the seven of us apart," number 1 answered.
Everyone immediately turned toward Daisy number 1 with hopeful faces, waiting for an explanation. Number one explained that the way to tell them apart was that number 1 had straight, flowing hair; number 2 had straight hair in a braid; number 3 had straight hair in a single ponytail; number 4 had twin tails; number 5 had long, wavy hair; number 6 had her hair in a bun; and number 7 had hair covering one eye to distinguish them.
"Does that mean we have to tell our husband?" number 2 asked.
"Yep. Don't worry, he'll definitely understand," number 1 answered.
"Hmm... alright. I'm assigning you the task of telling our husband, okay?" number 6 said.
"Finally. I can't wait to walk around holding hands with our husband," number 4 added with a sigh of relief.
"I still have to prepare the potion, you know. If possible, I'll try to make it like an automatic injection device that goes off every 24 hours. I'll do my best to make that work," number 5 replied.
"Do we need to change how we address him? We always call him 'honey,' right?" number 3 asked.
"Hmm," the seven of them immediately started thinking together. What number 3 asked made sense; if they only relied on hair, Dennis might not necessarily be able to tell their personalities apart.
"I'll stick with 'honey,'" number 1 said.
"Hm... alright, I'll call him 'my husband,'" number 2 added.
"I'll go with 'love,'" number 3 added.
"I'll use 'sugar'... because I like him like I like sugar, is that okay?" number 4 asked.
"Whatever works, I just have to relay the message, right?" number 1 answered.
"I'll call him 'hon'... it sounds a bit cheesy, but I like it," number 5 replied.
"I'll call him 'baby,'" number 6 replied while patting her chest.
"Geez... what's left for me... I'll just call him dear," number 7 said.
"From now on, we will guard our husband. If any girl dares to get close to him, let alone tries anything funny with our husband, whoever is out there needs to deal with that girl," number 1 stated firmly.
"Of course, you don't even have to ask," the other six replied in unison, enthusiastically raising their hands.
"Alright, so it's settled then. Change the hair and the nicknames. I'll explain everything to him tomorrow. For now, let's get some sleep," number 1 said.
"Agreed," numbers 2 through 7 replied.
The seven of them stood up, but suddenly, "akh," their faces flushed a deep crimson and their expressions instantly turned lustful. They all slumped back into their seats as "vwooong," a large interface screen appeared in the center of the table for everyone to see. All seven stared wide-eyed at the screen, watching their physical body currently positioned on top of Dennis. He was lying on his back, holding them close, and their lower halves were already pressed together—with Dennis fully aroused and already partially inside them automatically.
"Ukh... how are we supposed to sleep like this," the seven of them muttered, yet their faces were filled with delight. Without a second thought, seven controllers emerged from the table, and they began to take action, their expressions growing more aroused as they savored every moment.
Meanwhile, on the outside, "ugh," Dennis opened his eyes. He noticed his blanket bulging and rocking back and forth. Without a second thought, he pulled back the covers and found Daisy riding him, looking like she was thoroughly enjoying herself even though her eyes were tightly shut like someone walking in her sleep—the only difference being that she was doing it to her own husband.
"Huh... she's... so aggressive... I can't believe we're being intimate even while she's dreaming... akh... but... whatever, let it be. She's the one who started it anyway," Dennis said to himself as he gripped Daisy's waist while she sat upright on top of him.
Ultimately, the two of them didn't get any more sleep until morning because they kept going in turns; as it turned out, the seven personalities inside Daisy's body weren't satisfied with just pretending to sleep and using game controller, they chose to wake up one after another. Of course, you know what that implies, and there's no need to describe it in detail.