Chapter 629: The Yukino Family Wants Cream Puffs!
The chaotic events at the zoo had finally settled. Rikka Takanashi, still buzzing with the thrill of discovering a "Dark Hero," and Renge Miyauchi, whose curiosity about the world remained insatiable, had been safely returned to the living quarters along with the others.
The air in the living room was still lively, filled with the chatter of girls processing the sudden supernatural event. However, for Ren, the evening was far from over. In fact, the true main event—a private engagement promised to a specific family—was just beginning.
With a mere thought, the fabric of space twisted around him. The bright lights of the living room dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors before reassembling instantly into the warm, dimly lit intimacy of his master bedroom.
He wasn't alone. Standing beside him were the two anomalies he had "picked up" from the spatial disturbance: Icarus, the Strategic Angel, and Altair, the Military Princess.
"Hm?"
Ren blinked, his golden eyes adjusting to the sudden shift in atmosphere. The air here was heavy, distinct from the fresh air of the zoo. It was thick with the scent of expensive perfume—a blend of jasmine and musk—arousal, and a sweet, cloying humidity that pricked at the skin.
Six people now occupied the spacious bedroom.
Ren, Icarus, and Altair stood by the door. And on the massive, king-sized bed, three figures lay in a tableau of breathtaking decadence that would have stopped any ordinary man's heart.
Yukino Yukinoshita. Haruno Yukinoshita. Miyuki Yukinoshita.
The three women of the Yukinoshita bloodline were dressed—or rather, undressed—in attire designed for a single, carnal purpose.
Yukino, the second daughter, was curled up in the center of the bed, flanked by her sister and mother like a kitten seeking warmth amidst wolves. She wore a set of pure white lingerie that did absolutely nothing to hide the porcelain perfection of her skin; if anything, the lace accentuated her innocence. Her long, slender legs were encased in translucent white silk stockings that shimmered under the soft amber lighting, the fabric hugging her calves and thighs with agonizing precision. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest in a futile attempt at modesty, her face flushed a deep, burning crimson that extended down her neck.
To her left lay Haruno. In stark contrast to her sister's purity, the eldest daughter was clad in midnight black—a lace set complicated with straps and suspenders that drew the eye inevitably to the smooth expanse of her thighs and the dangerous curve of her hips. Her posture was relaxed, predatory. She propped her head up on one hand, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief and a hunger that mirrored Ren's own.
To the right was the matriarch, Miyuki. She wore red—a vibrant, blood-red set that spoke of dominance, maturity, and unbridled passion. Red stockings, red garters, and a red bustier that struggled to contain her ample, motherly curves. Her presence was overwhelming, a heavy gravity that demanded attention and submission.
It was a feast of seduction. A buffet prepared solely for the master of the house.
But...
The silence in the room was deafening. It was incredibly awkward.
The six people stared at each other. The three on the bed had been expecting Ren to teleport in alone, ready to pounce. They hadn't expected an audience, let alone two unknown, otherworldly beauties.
"Eh?!"
Yukino was the quickest to break. The sheer embarrassment hit her like a physical blow. A flush darker than Miyuki's lingerie spread from her neck to her hairline in milliseconds.
Swish!
With a speed that defied physics, she burrowed under the duvet, pulling it tight over her head like a protective shell. A second later, just the top of her black hair and two furious, teary eyes peeked out, glaring at Ren with intense accusation.
Why did you bring two strangers back?! her eyes screamed. We were ready! I was ready!
She really wanted to question him, to demand an explanation for this interruption of their private time, but with strangers present—one with wings and one with floating swords—she didn't know how to speak. The Ice Queen had melted into a puddle of shy anxiety.
Haruno, however, remained completely unphased. If anything, the unexpected development seemed to amuse her.
Her slender arm continued to support her soft body, her posture emphasizing the valley of her chest. Her captivating eyes locked onto Ren, drifting down his body before snapping back to his face. Ren felt his Adam's apple bob involuntarily. Haruno knew exactly what buttons to push, audience or no audience.
There was no need to guess why the Yukinoshita trio was here, dressed like high-class succubi in his bed.
They simply wanted Ren to make them cream puffs.
"Ren," Haruno purred, her voice a sultry melody that cut through the tension in the room. "Don't you think you should introduce us to our two new... family members?"
Her clear eyes narrowed slightly, a fox-like smile playing on her lips as she gestured vaguely toward Icarus and Altair.
She emphasized the words "family members" with a heavy, knowing intonation.
Haruno knew her man better than anyone. Ren was a collector, a conqueror. If he brought a woman home—especially ones as distinctive as these—they weren't leaving. They were prey he had already ensnared.
She thought of Mitsuha Miyamizu, of the countless others... nearly two hundred women now. It was a staggering number, a harem that defied logic and stamina. Yet, Ren satisfied them all.
Did she feel a pang of jealousy? Perhaps a little sourness, like biting into a lemon. But Haruno was a pragmatist. She also knew that Ren's ability to provide—both emotionally and physically—was terrifyingly potent. His "cream puffs" were addictive.
Don't look at her suggesting bringing Yukino and Miyuki into this arrangement as purely altruistic. It was simply coming to be served.
Rather than saying they came to satisfy Ren, it was more like they themselves were itching for satisfaction. They were addicted to the feeling of being filled, of being possessed.
And they were prepared to be completely spoiled tonight.
After all, everyone in this room had shown unspeakable expressions in front of each other during their previous sessions. Any psychological shackles or societal taboos no longer existed between them.
Even Yukino, who had always been very principled and rigid, came voluntarily tonight without being persuaded. She had even daringly chosen to wear only white stockings, a fetish she knew Ren enjoyed.
However...
It wasn't just the Yukinoshita family who wanted to be satisfied and get close to Ren.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura, Akame, Cocolia Rand, Tamayo, and even the Nakano Quintuplets with their natural quintuplet advantage... countless others were waiting in the wings.
Everyone truly loved and relied on Ren. They wished they could be with him forever, and always melt into his embrace.
Even though everyone was honest with each other on the island, having a grand party without any restraints or hiding, every family unit still wanted time to enjoy that special care alone. They craved the intimacy of being his sole focus.
So, behind Ren's back, everyone had joined a specialized "Ren's Family Members" Chat Group.
Here, everyone reached a small agreement. If someone in the group wanted to enjoy solo time or be with their specific faction, they would inform the others in advance.
Others would not disturb them. It was a rule of the harem.
And if they still wanted to have a party? Well, they wouldn't refuse; of course, it seemed they couldn't refuse Ren anyway.
At this moment, facing Haruno's pointed question, Ren didn't flinch. He explained honestly, his expression unchanged.
"They are very special; they should be considered anomalies I picked up. I brought them back when I discovered a disturbance in reality a while ago."
Altair, the Military Princess, stood stoically. She calmly surveyed the Yukino family on the bed with her clear, heterochromatic eyes.
Although she was a newly born life form in this world, born from the collective consciousness of creators and fans, she possessed vast knowledge. She understood basic common sense and human interactions.
She also knew exactly what the scene before her represented.
That Ren was this kind of human... she found she didn't really care. From the fact that Ren had saved Shimazaki Setsuna, her creator, Altair held no hostility towards him.
Not to mention, the other party was her second creator, the one who had granted her true existence and independent life. If he desired carnal pleasures, so be it.
Icarus, on the other hand, tilted her head. Her emerald eyes flickered with data streams as she scanned the three women on the bed.
"Scan complete," she announced in her soft, monotonous voice. "Analysis: Species - Human. Gender - Female. Hormone levels - Critical high. Hostility - None."
"Mm-hmm?"
Haruno was surprised by Icarus's strange, clinical statement.
Not human?
Haruno possessed a keen intuition. Her gaze sharpened, penetrating the surface. She realized the girl with the pink wings wasn't flesh and blood in the traditional sense.
"A robot?" Miyuki murmured, sitting up slightly, the red silk of her bustier straining against her chest. She was also a little surprised.
Under Ren's watchful gaze, Haruno reached for her smartphone on the nightstand. She snapped two quick photos of Icarus and Altair standing by the door.
Then, she uploaded them to the "Ren's Family" group chat.
[Ren's Family Chat Group]
Haruno: [Image] [Image] "Picture, picture. Everyone, meet the new arrivals. Ren picked them up on his way home."
Eriri: "??? Why are you still on your phone? Hasn't it started yet? Don't tell me Ren finished that quickly? That would be a tragedy!"
Yotsuba: "Ugh... Eriri-chan, that... isn't that too blunt? [Sticker: Blushing Face]"
Yotsuba, who was currently curled up under her own quilt in another wing of the house, felt her face heat up. Reading Eriri's bold text made her imagine things—Ren, the bed, the noises. She rubbed her strange body unconsciously. Ugh, I've become a bad girl! She buried her flushed face into her pillow.
Leone: "Haha, don't be shy, little Yotsuba. Everyone understands. Logically, Ren should have already pinned Haruno and the others down by now, right? I was expecting radio silence."
Tamayo: "Perhaps it is because of the two ladies beside Ren-sama in the photo. He is introducing them."
Haruno: "Oh, isn't that right? Even though there are three delicious desserts plated right in front of him, Ren brought two more people back. He's a glutton."
Kaguya: "So, new sisters? Again?"
Chika: "Hmph, hmph! Have two more innocent young girls fallen into the Demon King's clutches? [Sticker: Pouting Angry Face] I want to investigate!"
The group chat buzzed with activity. Well, everyone was used to this by now. Ren's gravitational pull was inescapable.
And looking closely at the two new arrivals in the photos.
One was breathtakingly beautiful with an innocent aura. One was cool, military-style, and imposing.
Definitely Ren's type.
Haruno: "Well, if nothing unexpected happens, everyone, let's get acquainted properly tomorrow. For now... we have business."
After sending the last message, she tossed the phone onto the soft carpet.
She looked at Ren.
A strange, dark look flashed in Ren's golden eyes. The atmosphere in the room thickened, the air becoming heavy with anticipation.
Then.
Under Ren's burning gaze, Haruno shifted. She placed one manicured hand on Miyuki's fair, exposed abdomen. She leaned in close, pressing her cheek against her mother's shoulder, her body melding with Miyuki's in a display of incestuous, erotic harmony.
She playfully winked at Ren.
"So, Ren... do you want to deal with their housing arrangements now? Or..." She trailed off, running a hand down her own curve. "...do you want to eat your cream puffs while they're still hot?"
She hadn't even finished speaking before Ren acted.
He turned to Icarus and Altair, his voice dropping an octave, becoming authoritative yet gentle.
"Sorry, it's late. I'll have Nao prepare rooms for you immediately. We can talk about everything else tomorrow."
With a snap of his fingers, spatial magic activated. The two girls vanished from the bedroom, transported instantly to the guest wing where Nao Tomori would handle the logistics.
The door clicked shut.
Ren turned back to the bed. The corners of his mouth curled up into a wolfish grin.
"You really are greedy little kittens, aren't you?"
"Who says we aren't? Meow~"
Yukino, Haruno, and Miyuki all showed varying degrees of smiles. Yukino's smile was shy and trembling, Haruno's was triumphant, and Miyuki's was deeply affectionate and submissive.
They felt Ren's importance. They felt his desire washing over them like a physical wave.
Especially the firm sincerity that was revealed a split second later, as a flash of light dissolved Ren's clothes, leaving him standing there in all his glory.
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