A month has passed since I was born into a world different from my own. What the Shitty Goddess said was true; I can't enjoy this like a certain character in a light novel I read did. The moment everything went black, I lost all feeling in my body. And then, suddenly, there was a very bright light.
At the moment I was born, I didn't feel like I could properly control my new body, and my vision wasn't clear; it was like seeing everything through a rather thick white veil. There were three faces that appeared very blurry, but in that dimness, I could make out one specific face in front of me as they carried me, which, by the way, felt—and still feels—strange when you weigh 90 kilos.
Anyway, that particular face had a huge grin on its face, even with its unfixed teeth. I would recognize it anywhere, since it was my tear‑streaked face I was seeing, or at least the face I was used to seeing in my past life. Holding my small, delicate new body tenderly and lovingly, my face did nothing but cry buckets and smile, just as I imagined it would when I had children.
That's right, my father. My father is my version of myself in this world. Honestly, I can't describe what I felt then, and what I still feel. It's a twisted idea, if you ask me. But anyway, that damn Feminazi Goddess is involved in this. How the hell can you process this? No idea. But my premonition of the situation only worsened when I considered the general idea that I was the son of my other self, since at least he had achieved something I merely aspired to: having offspring.
After several days, as my vision slowly cleared, I could see my mother… or rather, mothers.
Confirming my bad feeling, it turned out that my counterpart achieved something that many in my world, at least the OTKKs, want and envy some Indian men for: having a harem… although I don't think two women would really qualify as a harem.
Anyway, my biological mother, the one I was born to, is ridiculously beautiful. She's a brunette with such a sculpted face that she makes me think she's an angel, with divine light‑green eyes and enormous breasts for me, considering my current size. I never knew anything about bra cup sizes, like a good virgin, so I can only say that they're very large.
Regarding her attitude towards me, I have no complaints, to be honest. She's always very kind, with a constant smile when she looks at me, even though it's clear she's unwell; I suppose the pregnancy was very difficult for her. I can only say that every time she holds me, strokes me, and plays with me, I can feel the great love she has for me.
Which makes me feel incredibly lucky, because she could have been the typical woman who, for some reason, despised my existence or didn't even care about me or something like that, which is what I would expect from that bitch de Nara. It seems it was enough for her that I was her own son. Damned son of a bitch.
Ahh… When I'm not thinking about all this hatred that corrodes every part of me, I notice her. It's quite entertaining when it's just the two of us because she worries about me a lot and sometimes gets scared over silly things. However, when that guy or the other mother arrives, she acts like someone calm and demure.
Speaking of my other mother… well… only one character comes to mind to describe her: Akeno Himejima. It's ridiculous how that woman resembles how I imagined my Waffle would be in real life. A beautiful Japanese face, jet‑black hair tied in a high ponytail, light‑violet eyes that can hypnotize you, and obviously, a prominent bust. I don't know if I'm right, but from the times she's carried me, I think I can say it's a little bigger than my biological mother's.
Contrary to what I expected from a woman holding her husband's child born to another woman, this other mother treats me with almost the same affection as my biological mother does when she's with me. I've only been alone with her a few times, but she's incredibly loving and playful, in the best possible way.
In the first few weeks, I assumed she was just faking all this affection towards me so as not to look bad in front of others, but it seems I was wrong. I noticed that when there are other people in the room, it's as if she puts on a mask with a smile that makes you think she's perfect, and the moment it's just us, my biological mother, and that guy, that mask falls away, revealing a genuine smile full of happiness and love. Don't ask me how I know she's full of love; it just seems that way to me.
On a side note, I can't really judge how tall they are yet since they're always carrying me. That guy, my dear father, my other self, has my waifu as his real wife, in addition to also having a worthy, kind, and beautiful woman as his wife. Everything I ever dreamed of for my future… except, of course, for my waifu as his real wife.
Everything about him seriously bothers me in some way, but at the same time, I know he's not to blame for this shitty situation. Ugh, it's annoying not being an idiot who's just a fucking egomaniac and blindly blaming him for his misfortune, hating him for eternity.
Ahh… Regarding him, from the few times I've seen him this month, since I'm almost always with my biological mother and/or the other girl, he acts exactly as I imagined I would if I ever had a child.
Although he always tries to be gentle with me, sometimes he's very rough, probably because his emotions get the better of him; something that really hurts me, and as if they could feel my pain, these first‑time mothers are almost about to kick him if it weren't for him holding me up.
But, putting the details aside, ultimately, I think he does a good job as a father. I do think silly things, like at the trial, like, "Just as expected of me," but I can't praise him or make jokes about it sincerely. I'm so upset by all this mess swirling around in my head that it gives me headaches.
Changing the subject, curiously enough, I have no sexual desire for these stunning women around me, even though, obviously, they perfectly meet and exceed all the requirements I have for my perfect woman.
I don't know, they're so good to me that it would be wrong to look at them any other way, and even though it's only been a month, I feel like I couldn't look at them any other way than the way I do now. Besides, can a baby get aroused?
Obviously, I still don't understand the language they speak, although I've heard that my parents speak Japanese when they're alone with me. Now I'm a little grateful for being an Otaku since I can understand a little of what they say. That guy, my counterpart, isn't called Andrew Parker Wilson as I expected; his name is Ichirou Seiko, or Seiko Ichirou following the surname structure, a name used in Japan. Ichi‑chan, called by the woman Akeno, called that until I know her name, and Ichirou after my biological mother.
I've only been able to gather the name of my counterpart because every time my biological mother feeds me (something that doesn't arouse me in any way, even though I once had that fetish), I get an irresistible urge to sleep. During all this time, I can only stay awake for a few hours a day, as this body demands a lot of rest.
There was a time when I woke up without my biological mother or without the woman Akeno. I found myself in a pretty crib next to a large window, the most notable feature being a deep purple sky, which suggests where I am and what I am.
That damn divine bitch made me reincarnate in the world, or a world, of DxD. Or so it seems to me, but it's most likely the latter, guessing Nara's cruel and twisted thoughts. I have to think of something else or my head will start to hurt from rage.
Oh yes, there are also maids, or servants, as I like to call them.
I've seen them the last few days of this month. Now that she doesn't want to be in bed all the time, my biological mother is being helped by Akeno and a blonde girl dressed as a maid. This happens especially when I cause trouble, because, as I mentioned before, my biological mother is somewhat frail due to my birth, and since I can't control my body well, I have accidents like any baby, and she wants to take care of me, as it seems she wants to feel useful.
One thing to say about this woman, the maid, is that she's also very pretty, but she lacks what my mothers have in abundance. Speaking of maids, it seems we're important enough to receive this kind of attention. I'll just have to wait until I understand the language they use to find out my last name, and then, by simple logic, I'll know which family I belong to. Although I bet you anything that Goddess made me a Demon, and I already have a slight suspicion about what my last name is.
Don't get me wrong, I have no problem being a Demon; in fact, if you think about it, it's pretty cool if it's like they portray them in DxD. It's just that… it's strangely disheartening to think that I'm not myself anymore.
Besides, the theory of being a demon seems more plausible since I haven't seen people in lab coats around, so I could rule out being among fallen angels or scientists by birth, although it's not definitive.
My worldly self has what I once envisioned for myself, in those moments when you dream of your ideal future. He has people who love him for who he is, an athletic physique, and a family where he's the father. A happy and fun life with his wives and me, the decency he always wanted. A real family.
All this shit really weighs on me. For the first two weeks I couldn't sleep well. And when I did manage to, out of sheer necessity, I cried in my sleep, as I saw my biological mother telling the others; she, the woman Akeno, and that guy were very worried about me.
I'm truly sorry to worry you with this and my depressed attitude whenever you interact with me, since you seem to be good people. I deeply regret not being able to address you with some of the appreciation you show me, but seeing everything I once wished for with all my heart in the hands of another me, the version I always wanted to be, is very hard and depressing.
To top off this case of depression, the times I'm awake and can put aside this torment of my successful self, something else comes to mind and I can only cry uncontrollably. My tears quickly seek solace from Akeno, my biological mother, or that guy.
I miss my real family, the one I had in my world. This past week they're all I've been thinking about, and knowing I'll never see them again breaks my heart. I know that's not the fault of that deified bitch, it was mine for being a fucking careless idiot and not paying attention to my surroundings, and who knows, maybe I could have avoided that taxi.
Ahh… But anyway, the rest is relatively normal for a cute little baby.
Oh yeah, I haven't mentioned it yet. I'm a woman, of course I was going to be. And the name, you ask? It wasn't hard to pick up since that guy said it when he saw me, and my biological mother loves to pronounce it. Rias. Frankly, I've tried to come up with stupid ideas about this whole Genderbender thing, but I can't. That's all.
Will these be the punishments for the other perverts she's judged?
Another thing that weighs heavily on me is that I'm a source of happiness for these people who care for me… but I can't repay them for everything they give me. All because of that… that filthy, damned bitch.
Every night, every damn night, Nara's smile comes to mind and I feel an irrational hatred, which gives me even more headaches. Obviously I cry from the pain and am comforted, or rather, comforted now, by my biological mother or whoever is around. Ahh… I sincerely hope that one day she gets what she deserves.
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It's been six months since I came into this world. It was difficult, but I've learned to manage my body fairly well, though I still have the occasional accident... I've also learned enough language to understand my parents and Midori-san, the blonde maid who helped Mother in the first month... Now her official title is Personal Maid to the new Gremory heiress, but simply put, she's my nanny.
Midori-san is very enthusiastic about my education, though the word "enthusiastic" doesn't quite do it justice... From what I understand, when she talks to Counterpart-chan, she says that "She is the main and only heir so far" and that I need to gain knowledge from an early age...
But seriously! I'm only six months old! Be grateful it's me, or you'd have a traumatized little girl with everything you've put in my head. Although, honestly, I have to be grateful that the girl is such an obsessive seeker of knowledge... Thanks to her, I've learned what I know so far about the world around me.
Every single day, for the past 3 months, ever since Mother recovered enough to return to her duties, this blonde has been teaching me things that, according to her, are the knowledge that a High Class Demon must know in order to survive in society.
She's been an excellent teacher, though I admit it's been easy to understand the political stuff that usually disgusts me... Everything's been great... for teaching a 6-month-old baby!! Anyway, as she confirmed and I suspected, I'm a Demon and belong to the Gremory house, however I'm not the Rias Gremory that everyone knows and doesn't love very much, based on the fanfics.
From what I understand, thanks to Midori-san reading me the Gremory family history during my naps (since it's not part of our curriculum, thank goodness), the original Rias Gremory, daughter of Zeoticus and Venelana Gremory, died over 1500 years ago and was known as the Crimson Empress, which seriously blew my mind. Following this line of thought, the Gremory Group from the original novel was active 1500 years ago... if I'm not mistaken, in the Middle Ages... Wow.
At the time it blew my mind, but then something immediately occurred to me... I really don't understand why they named me after her, if she was such an important figure in the history of the current Underworld... Wouldn't they be angry about giving the great name of the great woman, the "Crimson Empress," to some random girl or some nonsense like that...?
I don't really understand why they did it. Putting aside the shocking appearance, it'll only cause problems among those who adore and/or knew that redhead, because I bet some of them are still alive. That's usually how these plots develop.
Besides the fact that it's been proven by a rather long text, the light novel, the manga, the anime, and all the fanfiction that was made, that this name is just a magnet for problems... They should have called me, I don't know, Mary Jane if they wanted me to have the name of a beautiful redhead and all that.
Midori-san has read me the rest of the story and told me many more details regarding my ancestor, but I don't understand most of it, so I only have fragments. Therefore, I won't go into details until I have a good understanding of this story, as it is very important and the current cause of the House's state, according to what I understood from the blonde.
Midori-san also gives me lessons on the modern era, which are much easier to understand since she doesn't talk much and shows a lot of pictures, which is entertaining. I was always one of those "smart kids" who learned better with the simplified explanations than with the regular ones.
From everything I've come to understand, my biological mother, or Mother, as I now call her, is the one who now runs the House of Gremory, Rida Gremory, the strongest matriarch in 1000 years, which left me speechless.
That kind and gentle woman is the matriarch of one of the most famous Demon Houses. In my opinion, besides being the strongest in 1000 years, that's very impressive...
Based on what I understand, she's the definition of a great, independent woman, admired by everyone who hears about her—a true feminist in today's demonic society, unlike that... That damned divine bitch, the Shitty Goddess, and all the other feminazis I left in my world... Although if they exist in the divine realm, they obviously exist here too... 4
May Lucifer grant that I never cross paths with any of them, because I wouldn't be responsible for my actions.
Anyway, continuing with her husband, Seiko Ichirou, that guy, now known to me as Father/Counterpart-chan, is her faithful right-hand man as well as her Queen, her pawn... Which, honestly, I still find kind of funny. Yes, I know, I have a childish sense of humor, but in my defense, I'm only six months old.
But what shocked me most about what Midori-san told me about him is that my father is the current Sekiryuutei... A word I immediately understood when Midori-san mentioned it and was surprised by the gesture I made, which I don't know what it was.
That damned, disgusting woman from Nara wasn't content with making me the daughter of my successful self; she also deprived me of the opportunity to have the power I've longed for—in my imagination, of course—for over three years. And at the hands of my own father, my own self... Now she's taken from me the power of a Celestial Dragon, the power of a mighty Red Dragon...
All this time, these months, I've breathed deeply, I've thought and thought about this whole situation rationally, which is all I have left... The first thing I thought about, and what I decided to do, was to let go of my original family... It was hard, yes, but what's the point? They would only be a burden to me in this world; I'm sure they wouldn't have wanted that. I'll carry them in my heart, it's true, but I have to look ahead and deal with what's in front of me... Or was it the other way around?
Secondly, all the negativity I felt towards the people around me, towards that guy... It's true he has everything I ever wanted for myself, but it's the same thing I thought before... What's the point now? I can't keep wallowing in my own filth; that would only please that deified bitch.
I decided I would do my best to reciprocate all the love they've shown me from the beginning, since, as I thought before, they could have been such awful people to the daughter they had. So, I started by changing how I refer to them mentally. As I mentioned before, my biological mother is now Mother, that guy, the one who affected me the most, is Father or Counterpart-chan, and Akeno is called Mother by her name, until I come up with something better.
From this point on, I simply continued working on accepting Counterpart-chan and everything related to him... With my mothers... And it's true that it's difficult, but... The thought that he's no longer me comforts me and helps a lot... I mean, it helped me a ton to process the Sekiryuutei thing and all the possibilities it meant for me... Yes, I'm over it now... It's not that I'm envious of him, not at all...
Finally, third, and a bit more relevant than the previous ones: My overwhelming hatred and anger towards that damned Goddess of Shit. Seriously, every fiber of my being loathes her with all my heart, but... And here it comes again... What's the point? I'd only be doing what she wants, making my life miserable.
So the goal I set for myself, which prompted the previous two points, was simply to take advantage of and enjoy this world full of possibilities—too many possibilities, for an Otaku who loves DxD. And although I still feel that strong hatred for it, I am doing, and will have to do, the exercise I perfected over seven years in my past life: keeping everything bottled up and then somehow expelling it.
Continuing with my current life, my other mother, Akeno's mother... Her name is Himejima Kushimi, who, apparently, has a very distant biological relationship with Mother, to the point that I don't quite understand it...
But what I do understand is that she's a direct descendant of Himejima Akeno, according to what I gathered from Midori-san. Apparently, Akeno-sama had already died, and I have a feeling she passed away with the original Rias... Perhaps all this that I'm ignoring is in the details that I still don't understand from the blonde.
Furthermore, based on what I observed in the first few months, the relationship between Mother and Kushimi-Okassan is very good. It seems to me that they consider themselves sisters, not only because they are Father's wives, which is cool for him and also for me, since I'm the one who spends the most time with them and I'm their baby... It took me a while to get used to this idea.
Returning to the beautiful dark-haired girl, Kushimi-Okasan is Mother's left hand... I don't really understand what Midori-san means by "left hand," but the point is that she is vitally important in Mother's work.
Hm? Now that I'm reviewing this, I realize I don't understand a lot of things, and that's a little scary... Oh well, I'm just a cute little baby for now, so I don't have to worry about anything for the time being... Yep, that's right. I'll wait at least until I can walk on my own to gather information, the most precious thing I could ever have; the rest will come later.
Returning to what I'm doing now, I'm playing with Kushimi-Okassan. I'm combing her long hair, which is now loose, with a toy comb while she combs the little hair I have with a baby comb.
I have to admit that I've always liked women's long hair and I've been interested in styling the hair of a best friend or girlfriend, but I never had the opportunity to do this, I imagine because I'm extremely shy and didn't approach that girlfriend and/or friend with enough confidence...
Ahh... It feels good to comb her silky hair... I really like feeling each strand slip through my little hands... Okay, that sounded like a pervert's declaration, but I just wanted to see what it felt like. I'm not a hair pervert!!... Although, maybe a little... It relaxes me... Would that make me a hair pervert? OH. MY. GOD.
Anyway, once you get past the whole situation of being the daughter of my super-successful self in this world, being a baby isn't as bad as you might imagine... For a lazy person like me, this is paradise.
After Midori-san's lessons, I don't do much. I just crawl around the room, and when I get tired, I fall asleep somewhere, since it's all carpeted. I always wake up in Midori-san's arms, and sometimes in Mother's, who comes to visit me when she doesn't have much to do, or in Kushimi-Okassan's arms...
And only a few times, in these 3 months that I've been with my nanny, Midori-san, in Counterpart-chan's arms... What's keeping him so busy that he doesn't see his newborn daughter, even though he was the one who cried the most when I was born...?
If I know myself well, I'd say it's implicitly necessary for him to be there all the time to protect his daughter... Of course, Father might think differently than I imagined when I had a family, since he's my successful self. I guess it's the Gremorys' job or something...
While I'm combing Kushimi-Okassan's hair, something catches my attention: the door to the room I'm in, which is gigantic, fully furnished, and very beautiful, is half open.
It's usually kept closed, and I only see it when Midori-san is here, but today, since the dark-haired girl is here, the door remains closed. Like the curious baby I am, I get distracted by the door and see many maids and butlers rushing past it, their faces looking anxious but focused...
Huh?... Is someone important celebrating their Bar Mitzvah today?... Are the servants playing a game of chickens in a coop?
"I see you want to see what's happening outside, don't you, Ria-chan?" Noticing where my gaze is directed, Kushimi-Okassan says this in the sweet and gentle voice she always uses with me. I just nod slightly. "My darling!! You nodded so cutely!!" Putting the comb aside and standing up quickly and gently, the dark-haired girl hugs me and rubs her cheek against mine.
This is also common with Mother, Kushimi-Okassan, and Counterpart-chan. Every time I make a simple body gesture like this, they react like this and put on a very entertaining comedic routine.
How come no one has wondered why a 6-month-old baby can make these kinds of faces? I don't know, I don't care, and I prefer it stays that way. I can't deny it's funny to see the silly faces they make. I could go on about other silly things, but in this case, I do want to know what's going on...
Well, although a cuddle once in a while isn't so bad... You even come to enjoy being hugged by someone this size, you enjoy a nice little warmth... It heals the soul.
"Well, Ria-chan... I'd like to show you what they're doing outside the room, but we'd just bother the people running around." Kushimi-Okassan, putting me back on the floor and looking at me tenderly, said this while raising her index finger, as if she were teaching me a lesson. "Do you want to know why they're in such a hurry and nervous?" Bringing her face slightly closer to mine, the dark-haired girl said this, looking at me mischievously... "I can see your dirty intentions, my friend; you want me to nod again so you can cuddle me again..."
Ah... Well, whatever... If I already have the cuteness factor, it would be a crime not to use it... What one does for their mothers...
Putting on the most tender expression I can muster, I nod carefully. I'm going to give you an overdose of cuteness, and you won't bother me anymore... I hope. After her nose bled and she hugged me for a while, the dark-haired girl coughed slightly from the discomfort she'd just displayed, though she then muttered to herself that it didn't matter, since she was alone with me.
"Listen, Ria-chan. You'll have a very important visitor today, so our home needs to be extra beautiful." Resuming her tender and loving motherly demeanor, Kushimi-Okassan said this as if she were telling me a secret. "Besides, that's why I'm here, making you even prettier than you already are so you'll make a good impression." Picking up the comb again, the dark-haired woman began to comb my thinning hair while I pondered what she had said.
I always wondered that, why do they insist on cleaning everything when there's an important visitor if that visitor will only be in the relevant areas? I mean, it's not like the person coming is going to go under the bed and assess whether the floor is dirty... Ahhh, me and my silly questions... They really are relaxing...
And if you're wondering why I can understand Kushimi-Okassan, it's because she speaks in simple, easy-to-understand words. Unlike Midori-san's classes, where she uses much more formal language that I don't yet know.
• Okay, all done Ria-chan! - Putting the finishing touches on my sparse hair, the dark-haired girl takes a small and beautiful hand mirror that she had a little further behind her and puts it in front of me.
Wow, now I see why they gave me that name. There, reflected, is a little baby girl with a bit of neatly combed crimson hair and beautiful blue eyes, with a fair, almost porcelain complexion, dressed in a cute pink onesie with a little camel on the chest...
Damn... I'm a cutie, as kids say these days... I never imagined I'd say these words myself, but it's true. Besides, I totally understand why they called me Rias... My appearance is too similar... Although I never saw baby Rias.
• Hehe, it seems you liked it. - With a big smile, Kushimi-Okassan pulls me out of my thoughts almost as quickly as I had become immersed in them.
I still can't believe that's my reflection... In my past life, the few friends I had, and my mom, said I wasn't ugly, but I always considered myself uglier than sin. So it's hard to accept that I'm now so cute and pretty... I almost want to grab my cheeks and squeeze them... But that would hurt, so nope.
"I hope you've finished getting Rias ready, Kushimi... I don't want you to take as long as you do with your makeup. She'll be here any minute." Entering unexpectedly, Mother enters the room, adjusting some beautiful earrings, dressed in a lovely black dress that falls just below her knees with lace detailing on the skirt...
Wow... I can only say you look divine, divine, darling... Umm... Relax, I had these thoughts before I was a woman and I think... I think... I was a little effeminate... Slightly... Don't expect much from someone who grew up surrounded by women...
"Love, don't challenge Kushimi. She could take until the end of the world if she wants to." Appearing behind Mother, Father adjusts a black bow tie. He, too, is formally dressed in a penguin suit. It suits him... but at the same time, it makes him look somewhat funny... or perhaps odd is the word...
"How rude, Ri-chan, Ichi-chan. You should know that Ria-chan doesn't need any embellishment; her beauty and cuteness are natural. Just comb her hair a little." Puffing out her cheeks and making a slightly angry face, Kushimi-Okassan quickly responded to my parents' accusations. "Besides, it doesn't take me long to get ready, you liar Ri-chan. I was just about to change as soon as I finished combing Ria-chan's hair." Adding to her annoyance, the dark-haired girl turned her gaze to the side. Mother and Father just made tired faces, and it looked as if a bead of sweat had trickled down their cheeks.
I've always liked Kushimi-Okassan's gesture, but now that I see her, she's much more childish than I thought... I don't think this is a bad thing at all; on the contrary, I like it and find it amusing to see the dark-haired girl like this. When the situation arises, I'm going to do the same thing she does, and see what happens...
Their gazes shifted towards me, and it seemed as if my parents' eyes lit up at the sight of me. Just as they were about to praise me and lean in to give me more hugs, I made my move. Why not? I thought. Puffing out my cheeks and making a slightly annoyed face, I crossed my arms and quickly turned my face away.
• YES!! IT SEEMS WE ALREADY KNOW WHO RIA-CHAN LOVES MOST!! THANK YOU RIA-CHAN, I KNEW YOU LOVED ME MUCH MORE!! - Unexpectedly, Kushimi-Okassan quickly grabs me and hugs me a little too tightly while rubbing her cheek against mine again...
I didn't think she'd see me... Although, of course, when she turned around I was in her line of sight. I have to be more careful with this gun that divine bitch gave me... She's so cute it's scary.
With a defeated face, as if she had lost everything, Counterpart-chan falls to her knees as if her soul had been stolen and just stares at Kushimi with an empty gaze... Oy, Oy, that outfit isn't for you to be playing with, Mother is surely going to scold you for exaggerating.
Turning my gaze to the aforementioned woman, I see she has the same expression as Father, however, her face shifts to a neutral, serious, and formal one... Heh... She took it better than I thought... Mother quickly turns around and walks towards the door... Hey, scold Father for playing around! Don't run away!
However, to my surprise, she doesn't come out; she just slowly closes the door. Suddenly, I feel Kushimi-Okassan's hands cover my ears. I'm sitting on her lap, and I lift my head to barely see her face... Her breasts obscure her, but I manage to see her smile at me, telling me not to worry.
Huh? Why are you doing this? The only reason is... No, it's not possible. Mother is a respectable lady, besides, she can't do much with that beautiful dress. Hearing Mother gently lock the door, suddenly all the walls glow green and return to normal.
Oh, great! That was magic, wasn't it?! Cool, maybe Midori-san will read me some magic in the next few months, that's really exciting. But back to the current situation, why did Ma-... Interrupting my thoughts, we suddenly hear a small whimper from Mother. She turns her whole body around, runs towards us, and throws herself to the ground, lying in front of us.
"RIAS, P-PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!" Sobbing uncontrollably, snot streaming from her nose, the matriarch of the Gremory family stood before me, lightly grasping my foot. The dark-haired woman playfully smacked her hand, causing her to release it and cry even louder, as if I had rejected her. Sobbing uncontrollably, she struggled to speak, but I managed to make out a few words. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO INSULT KUSHIMI-SAN, BUT, BUT...!!! FORGIVE ME, RIA-TAN!!!" Barely managing to utter these words, barely understandable through her loud and disproportionate crying, Mother even changed the way she addressed Kushimi-Okassan, calling me by the name she used in the early months when we were alone together, playing or reading children's books.
Following Mother's example, Counterpart-chan also apologizes, but in a much more normal way—if we can call doing a dogeza while crying loudly normal. I imagine she assumes I'm also angry...
Wow... Now I understand why she used magic... However...
This is so exaggerated and sad, not to mention incredibly painful. I know I'm their first daughter, but this is way beyond what one would expect... It's a bit much... Author-san, I think you went too far in this chapter and shattered any semblance of respect I had for them...
Moving away from Kushimi-Okassan's lap, I stand before these overacting actors and begin by gently stroking Mother's head, whose face is pressed against the ground. Quickly lifting her head at the touch of my small hand, she looks at me as if she's achieved glory, and all I can do is smile...
She just sits down and takes me in her arms, hugging me tenderly. After a few seconds, I make her put me down. She also strokes Father's head, and this is a bit more emotional. He takes me in his arms and squeezes me... Agh! You son of a-! It hurts!!
Taking a hard hit from Mother, Counterpart-chan loosens his grip and gently sets me down. It sucks being so gentle; every time he gets excited and hugs me a little tighter, it hurts like hell. Oddly enough, it doesn't happen with Mother, Kushimi-Okassan, or Midori-san when they get too excited. I still don't understand how they do it... Besides, I don't blame Father; I'd do the same if I were in his shoes.
• Ara, what a good and kind girl. - After glaring at Father for my small whimper of pain, Kushimi-Okassan picks up the comb again and lightly fixes my hair since he messed it up, according to her.
"Kushimi..." Rising from the floor and lightly dusting her dress, Mother glared menacingly at the dark-haired woman, smoke practically billowing from her mouth. "You tried to steal Rias's love again... I won't forgive you." Saying this as she approached, cracking her knuckles, Mother's eyes were red, and she seemed to leave trails of the same color with every step she took.
"You have Ichi-chan all to yourself all day, and now I need Ria-chan's love to live, since I hardly ever see Ichi-chan. Besides, as you saw, she reciprocates my love..." Taking me in her arms again, the dark-haired woman rubs her cheek against mine. I would complain, but her skin is soft, and it feels nice, in a good way. "See, I'm completely recharged. You're no match for me." Turning to Father, Kushimi-Okassan also gives Mother a threatening look, who now seems much angrier than before.
Counterpart-chan and I sighed... Here they go again, for some weeks now these two have been fighting over my "love" when the four of us are playing and Kushimi-Okassan takes hold of me, Mother throws out those dramatic lines and the dark-haired girl plays along.
Counterpart-chan agreed with me on this the third time they recreated this scene. She probably saw me with a somewhat confused expression. Anyway, what she said was that this helps them relieve their daily stress, in addition to the stress they already experience when they're with me, and I completely understood. It can't be easy being the CEO of a company, and neither can it be easy being her left hand—I still don't understand what that hand does.
I also have to admit that they're interesting to watch, as they subtly display their magical abilities, which I find very intriguing. Purple flames erupt from Mother's hands and the tips of her hair, as if her hair were losing its brown color and turning the same shade of purple as the flames.
With the dark-haired woman, it's very similar to when Akeno gets serious in the anime and some illustrations in the novel; electricity is easily visible coursing through her body, but this electric current is a very dark tone, black I would say, which intrigues me greatly, as does Mother's power...
But I would let them continue, however, today's situation is different. According to Mother, someone is coming to see me, and based on how everyone is behaving, our visit is very important. Drawing Father's attention, I gently tug on his collar and gesture with my face for him to stop.
"What?... You want me to stop them?" As if she knew exactly what I was trying to tell her, Counterpart-chan replied in a somewhat fearful tone. "I know they're scary, but you'll have to pull up your pants this time, dear father." I nodded with the most serious expression I could muster.
"B-But they're the ones we're talking about... When I hug you even a little bit tightly, they want to stab me..." Father, offering a perfectly valid excuse (in my opinion), says this while looking at me. It's clear he's afraid of those two... And I agree... "However, your visit will be here soon... And Kushimi hasn't even gotten dressed yet... Ugh... I'll need your support, darling." Just as I was about to make another gesture to pressure him, he thinks of the argument I was going to make with gestures.
Smiling as I give a thumbs-up, I offer my support to Counterpart-chan. He hugs me tenderly and takes a few quick breaths, bracing himself for the beating that might be coming his way. Taking a deep breath, the frail male decides to interrupt the two dangerous females... And of course, I'll help him, with lots and lots of moral support.
• "GIRLS, STOP!!!" - With this powerful shout, he makes the two of them stop immediately and turn to look at him in a very intimidating way...
Okay, time to act. Taking a deep breath, I try to sound like "Stop, Moms!" but the words that come out are so strange I can't even understand them myself... Honestly, I thought I'd do much better... But it seems to have the effect I hoped for. My mothers are standing there as if something has frozen them. Suddenly, their eyes fill with tears, and they run towards Dad and me.
• My love, that was a good attempt at speaking, I'm so, so, so proud of you!! - Mother says as she lightly wipes her tears and lovingly takes my right hand.
"When did you grow up so much, Ria-chan? I'm so, so happy for you, my beautiful daughter. My heart understood your words perfectly!!" - Curiously, Kushimi-Okassan is the one most affected by this, shedding many more tears than Mother, who tries to calm her down, and Ria leans on her, moving slightly away from us...
Wow, this woman, why...? Why does it affect them so much...? Why do they love me so much?... I shift a little in Counterpart-chan's arms, who understands my intentions and approaches where they are.
When we're very close to them, the dark-haired girl looks at me and I just lean in close to her face, wiping away her tears and giving her a small kiss on the cheek. "This is your reward for being so good at what you do, even though you're only a mother of six months..."
Understanding my gesture, the dark-haired woman takes me from Father's arms and hugs me with all her heart.
• Hey! Me too, Ria-tan. - With the same tearful look as Kushimi-Okassan, Mother says this as she approaches me.
I'm starting to think she's more of a child than I am. Reaching out to her, I gently wipe away her tears and give her a soft kiss on the cheek. Her eyes only grow more moist, and she hugs me with breathtaking affection and tenderness.
• Rias. - Hearing this, we all turn around and see Counterpart-chan shedding tears, but this time he looks very manly, manly tears. - You're definitely the best thing that's ever happened to us, I couldn't ask God for anything more, thank you. - Feeling a slight headache, everyone forms a group hug with me at the center.
A thought immediately comes to mind. Designed as a punishment, this is hell for me, yet for these people, I am the paradise they've been waiting for... I have to say that, thanks to putting everything into perspective, letting go of my former family, accepting these people, and putting aside—not forgetting—that damned Nara... Well... Maybe coming here wasn't such a bad idea after all.
The next hour flew by. After that touching scene, everyone got their act together and focused on the visitor who was supposedly about to arrive.
Mother fixed her makeup, which had been completely ruined by the intense crying. Father went to change into another outfit since he wasn't comfortable in the penguin costume; besides, when the group hug ended, we realized he'd ripped the sleeves of his suit from stretching while hugging us.
And Kushimi-Okassan set about getting ready, taking me as her consultant... I'm sorry about this, but I have no idea about fashion, I only know how to combine colors a little, that's all.
The brunette tried on many elegant dresses, some rather unusual, and in the end, we chose a black yukata with red accents. I'm sorry, but I have a weakness for those dresses, and they also combined my favorite colors. Besides, it suits her very well; it's perfect for her, I think.
Also, this situation definitively confirmed that they don't excite me at all, since Kushimi-Okassan literally took off and put on all her clothes right in front of me and I felt nothing; in fact, it felt normal. After that, the dark-haired woman did her makeup and hair, looking very beautiful, even though she did it incredibly fast. It's clear she's an expert at that sort of thing.
Right now, Mother, Father, and I are in a sort of room, bigger than mine, only this one is much more elegant and understated. It has large windows decorated with curtains that look very expensive, and these windows overlook a garden with lots of flowers; it looks beautiful.
Mother and I are sitting on a long sofa, although I don't know if I should call it a sofa since it is made of precious metal on the sides and red velvet where the padded part should be.
In front of us is a beautiful coffee table, which you can tell was made with incredible detail, and behind it, there is another armchair of the same type that Mother and I are sitting in now.
Honestly, it doesn't look very comfortable, since I'm in Mother's arms, while she maintains a serene expression with her eyes closed. Counterpart-chan is standing behind us, with an imposing pose, looking like a security guard.
As I understand it, Kushimi-Okassan is currently receiving our mysterious visitor. I wonder who it could be, to have everyone at home like this; it must be someone really important... Maybe a Mao... Nah, that's ridiculous.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on one of the elegant doors in this room. With a deep breath, Mother signaled her approval to enter, her tone of voice surprising me. So she could speak like that too—a tone full of elegance, determination, and firmness.
Kushimi-Okassan immediately appears, looking flawless and regal, her smile, in my eyes, that of an immaculate One-sama, always with someone behind her. She's a young woman, with brown hair like Mother's, dark purple eyes, wearing a very elegant and understated orange dress, and possessing talents that rival those of the dark-haired woman.
• Rida-sama, I have brought Venelana-sama as you instructed. - Saying this in an incredibly respectful tone, the dark-haired woman bows her head towards Mother, who simply nods elegantly.
Wait a minute, did she say...? Walking towards us and stepping aside from the table in front of the sofa where Mother and I are sitting. Continuing her act, the dark-haired woman gestures for her to sit on the odd sofa opposite us. Then, the brunette simply inclines her head with almost the same elegance and grace as my mother, perhaps even a little more.
• Please don't get up, Rida. You have a child in your arms, it's not necessary. - Just as Mother is about to get up to pay her respects or something, Venelana-sama stops her with a voice that I can only describe as beautiful.
However... I'm not entirely sure, but... I think it reminds me of the anime... Do they have the same voice? Wow, that's great. No wonder I like Kushimi-Okassan's voice so much; now that I think about it, it's very similar to Akeno's in the anime... Awesome. Anyway, that's not important right now.
• It's a pleasure to see you again, Venelana-sama. I hope all your affairs are going well. - Mother heeds the brunette's words and gives a rather general and formal greeting.
And so, they spent the next 20 minutes talking about trivial things while drinking tea and such... I think it's because they sometimes used technical language, and that's the part I don't understand. Although at one point in this conversation, Venelana-sama insisted that Mother call her Oba-san, as she almost always does, which is technically their familial relationship. After a while, my mother reluctantly agreed.
"Well, I imagine you didn't call me just to chat, did you, Rida?" Just as the discussion ended, Venelana-sama got straight to the point. My mother took a breath and smiled confidently.
• You're right, Oba-sama. I want you to meet my daughter, and I also want your approval for her name. - Rising from her seat, Mother approaches Venelana-sama and shows her to me.
At first, there was a slight look of bewilderment in her eyes, which, it seems, only I noticed, as she hid it very well; I think I could see it because she was looking directly at me. Right after this scene, she asked my mother to hold me, and my mother reluctantly agreed, gently placing me in her arms.
Wow, I don't know, but... It feels different from how they carry me, it feels slightly more comfortable... I guess it's experience or something, after all, she's already a mother. However, instead of just carrying me, the brunette stares intently into my eyes, and instead of feeling uncomfortable, I feel a great curiosity about her eyes; they're strange, apart from the dark purple color.
For a few seconds we were like that, until she said something very suspicious and returned me to Mother's arms, who looked as worried as everyone else in the room.
• So you want my permission to call the girl, Rias, am I right? - Saying this in the same tone she had a few moments ago, Venelana-sama looks seriously at Mother.
Ugh, this atmosphere feels really heavy, I think Venelana has a reason to be like this... After all, it's the name of her deceased daughter that we're talking about.
• I'm sorry, Oba-sama. I know I should have told you since Ri-, I mean, since my daughter was born, but I was- - Trying to apologize as best she can, Mother says this in a very regretful tone, however Venelana-sama interrupts her.
"Don't worry. I know you were unwell, and then you had to take care of the Gremory household matters that couldn't be resolved in your absence." The brunette said this in a motherly tone, gently calming Mother. "My answer is no." Venelana-sama silenced everyone with her words, her tone cold and harsh. Mother tried to stammer something, but was interrupted again.
"Don't misunderstand me. I don't approve of you using my daughter's name, but I see that everyone here, her parents, are already using it. So we'll do the following..." Saying this in a slightly more relaxed tone, but still maintaining a strong and firm one, Venelana-sama begins to explain something that will keep me busy... at least for the next few chapters.
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In a darkened room, illuminated only by the pristine white floor, an Accusing Goddess stares at a 35-inch holographic screen. There, Nara watches the life of the damned perverted pig who dared to question her unfold. In the world where she reincarnated him, six months have passed, but in this place, only about fifteen minutes have gone by.
She would never forgive perverts, especially ones as audacious as that one. It was true she had judged far worse, but at least they had the nerve to admit it, even revel in it. This last gesture, though bold, she considered a slight reduction in their sentence, which was simply to give them a fairly standard punishment, without much thought... Reincarnating them as a girl who would become a future sex slave or as a weak slime in a dungeon for beginners.
But this damned perverted otaku even dared to look at her with those filthy eyes, for which he earned the most creative divine punishment Nara had ever devised, considering some of the bastard's own characteristics. Everyone else knew immediately that they were already lost when she played them, so all they could do was glare at her with hatred and fury. That bastard, until now, had been the exception to the rule... Well, now he knows what to do in these cases.
When she had him reincarnated, she thought it would be fun to watch that wretch rot in his misery, hating her and looking for ways to repay all his suffering on the very world that was not to blame; just as the first Pervert she judged did. However, to her dismay, the bastard's adaptability is too high.
How can she bear to see everything she once longed for in someone else's hands without going insane? Furthermore, she doesn't even hate her counterpart in that universe, who is her father and the hero she most wanted to be... Currently, she only feels hatred for her and curiosity about the possibilities she might achieve.
At first, it unfolded as she expected, amusing her. Watching him curse her without being able to do anything, seeing her suffer as she contemplated everything that was so close yet so far away at the same time... However, in the last two months of that world, he no longer expressed his hatred, simply continuing with his new life, even enjoying being a baby and, moreover, with the appearance of one of his "waifus" or something like that...
But this isn't the end of it. His audacity will cost him dearly; after all, his great personality could interfere with his new life, and perhaps this is the moment to make him see that he can't simply push her aside.
At first, he thought Himejima Kushimi would hate him with a passion from the moment she was born, but, contrary to all his expectations, she loved him as if he were her own. Anyway, he doesn't understand those kinds of women, so complacent. +
Just as she was about to press the screen to negatively intervene in the life of the now girl, an advertisement echoed throughout the room and in her head.
• Accusing Goddess Rank B, Nara, Daughter of Haour. Appear before the Great Divine Council immediately, I repeat, immediately.