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It was to the sound of tapping that Ayukawa Tenri woke up to.

She opened her eyes slowly and tried to blink away the heaviness. Her mind was still heavy with drowsiness yet she forced herself to sit up on the soft bed. Dark silky hair fell displaced and tickled her bare shoulders; for once, they weren't braided.

Her mind then cleared as a small chill traveled through her body and she clutched closer with a hand the loose blanket wrapping around her. While it had already been a month since the year began, the weather was still cold.

"Good Morning, Tenri."

A voice rang out from her side which was also the source of the seemingly unending tapping.

A brown haired man was lying next to her on the bed. The glasses that framed his face reflected the light from what was a gaming device in his hands. What should have been more concerning was that he looked to be completely naked. He had a broad chest and toned arms which were not overly muscular yet showed that he at least took care of his body. The only thing covering his modesty was the blanket he and Tenri shared although he didn't look particularly bothered by it. Of course, Tenri, herself, was as equally undressed.

The person next to her was undoubtedly Katsuragi Keima, a childhood friend and someone irreplaceable to Ayukawa Tenri.

In the past, Tenri would've fainted. Her face would go red and steam would rise before all that blood to her head would cause her to lose consciousness.

In the past, Tenri would've cried. Something like this would be something she'd never even think about if she was awake, only in her dreams. It would be a very happy dream yet at the same be undeniably cruel. She'd enter happy yet always wake up in tears.

Even now, sometimes, she'd tear up in thinking that she was still possibly dreaming and everything would all be take away.

However, the one lying next to Katsuragi Keima wasn't the past Tenri just as the person next to her wasn't the past Katsuragi Keima.

Smiling to his words, Ayukawa Tenri, age 23, returned his greeting with a tone warm enough to heat up the room.

"Good morning, Keima-kun."


Time affected all. As someone who had seemingly traveled back in time (his mind at least, he knew how inevitable and important the forward movement of time was Even he, Katsuragi Keima, who called himself the Capturing God who was able to capture any girl in the world of games couldn't remain stagnant.

It had been five years.

Five years since he helped find all the goddesses. Five years since he had traveled back in time. Five years since he got a little sister.

Five years ago, he had linked the past with his then present to create the current future he was in. In this future, he had found the goddesses, stopped Old Hell from destroying new hell, and got to know a few girls he'd (reluctantly) say he had grown fond of along the way.

This was the ending he, Dokurou, and Elsie had seen and wanted and yet...

"Tenri...did I choose the wrong timeline?"

Heavy words escaped from the Capturing God's mouth. At the same time, his tapping on his Gamestation Neo stopped as if to emphasize the weight and importance of his words.

Keima Katsuragi was a Gamer and took this seriously. He never stopped playing his games unless the situation called for it. So the fact that he actually stopped playing showed just how much gravity and thought of his words. Not even if an apocalypse was going down or a naked girl was dressing herself in front of him did he stop.

Said naked girl just tilted her head in the middle of hooking her bra. "Eh? What do you mean, Keima-kun?"

"I had always known the real was a shitty game compared to the ideal yet-" The bespectacled youth stared at the screen of his PFP. "-I wonder why it feels like the current ideal seems unrecognizable anymore."

He had been currently playing was what should've been another example of Keima's favored genre of games which were galges. Whether it was a dating simulator with stats and gameplay or a pure visual novel, games where the heroines were front and center were his forte and preference. This was supposed to be another one of those with a typical childhood friend, typical twintailed tsundere, and typical sexy neesan. And yet...

A pop-up was on the center of the screen.

"Buy more coins for the chance to roll more flags! 3000 Yen for 1 10 roll for the first time only!"

"What happens when the ideal has turned even worse than reality itself?," murmured Keima as he saw his world be invaded by one of the crappiest new features he had seen creep up recently.

Microtransactions.

He had thought this was only limited to mobile games which at least were free or even shitty FPS games. Yet now they were here in his land of galges.

Where did he go wrong? Was this not the best timeline possible? Sure you just had to pour a ton of time to overcome such things but time was the currency that Keima knew was the most precious. That was why he had learned to play 8 games at once.

A sigh escaped his lips as he moved his fingers to press the most expensive bundle worth 10,000 yen. Well, it was not like gaming wasn't always fueled on capitalism anyways but what happened to the love?

"Then...does that mean Keima-kun regrets what we did last night?"

Suddenly, a body snaked under the blanket and draped itself over him. Clad only in her underwear, his childhood friend's bangs shrouded her eyes much like when they had met again. "How horrible, Keima-kun."

While most men would've been flustered by the exhibition given to them, Keima just blinked and made to immediately resolve the misunderstanding. It was honestly too early for these sorts of cliche flags. He thought Tenri was over these sorts of things. Besides, he's seen numerous girls in their underwear (in games). And have seen this sort of situation (in games) too many times. He wasn't some virgin protagonist. He was the Capturing God!

"Tenri, I was just talking about ga-gck!" All words that were about to leave his mouth got caught on his throat as the almost nude body of Tenri pressed down on his own very nude one.

"I had thought after everything I did for Keima-kun that he'd be happy..."

"Tenri..stop..."

Two soft mounts pressed against his own with only soft silky lace sandwiched between them.

"And after all the things Keima-kun had done to me last night..."

"Oy...stop it..."

One small delicate hand stroked his cheek while another equally delicate hand went to stroke something else.

"But if Keima-kun has come to regret being with me then I...I...!"

"Will you quit with the acting already!"

And as if a spell had been lifted, Tenri stopped as she looked down on Keima's unamused face. His mouth was set in a line and his eyebrows drew into a valley. His cheeks were also slightly red but one (Keima) could argue that was due to how annoyed he was.

The girl then raised her head to reveal, not a tearful sad face, but one with a small sheepish smile. " Sorry, I wanted to cheer Keima-kun up."

"Hmph." Keima scoffed his head to the side. "Like that kind of shoddy acting would cheer me up. You should know me better than that."

With a smile, Tenri just giggled. She then chose to lie her head on his chest and effectively snuggle up to him.

"You've gotten a bit more cheeky, Tenri," commented Keima. "Maybe, Elsie's been rubbing off in you."

Of course, Tenri would know he was just being overdramatic about the state of gaming as usual. If there was one person who could see through and fully understand Keima, then it would be the girl currently lying next to him. This all stemmed from the single foundation that Keima Katsuragi was never truly happy unless he was playing his games. It may have been sad for anyone else, especially to someone close to him to know that gaming would always be his priority, but that was a truth Ayukawa Tenri had always accepted.

If Katsuragi Keima was enjoying playing his games, then he's happy.

So while most girls would feel insulted, she was just happy to lie on his chest while he played on his Gamestation. To his credit, Keima didn't stop her and even adjusted his arm so she could lie down on it.

And with that, the couple allowed themselves to silently enjoy each other's company. Keima had his games and Tenri had her Gamer.

It could have been minutes or hours but eventually a knocking noise from below the floor was heard right as Keima finished the true end in the game he was playing.

"Tenri, it's time," muttered Keima as he switched off the PFP Neo. The girl obediently got off his chest so he could sit up and stretch his spine. Today was going to be a long day and he was already thinking of the possible new games he'd bring with him. Also, since he just spent some of his cash, he had to get more funds which meant-

Two arms wrapped around his neck.

"Well, if the current Keima-kun really does regret this timeline, then my job from the past Keima-kun to preserve this timeline is still in effect-"

He felt two soft mounds push against his back and hot breath against his ear.

"-Then I just have to remind Keima-kun why he did the right thing."

"Wait!...Tenri...stop!...Vulcan will be annoying if we're late again!"

As hands trailed down his body and pulled him back down to the bed, the Capturing God could only protest in futile knowing this time Tenri was serious.

Really, he had thought she was the normal shy childhood friend but she turned out to be the clingy selfish kind.

Well, this was partly his fault for saying what he said and allowing her to continuously indulge himself. He had really started to spoil her.

He just hoped this wouldn't take too long. He still had a whole day ahead of him after all. He prayed that Diana was still too tired.


"You're late!"

A voice yelled at Keima as he made his way downstairs to the cafe section of his house. He was wearing a form fitting black sweater and some pants. A purple scarf wrapped around his neck while his hands adorned gloves and of course his PFP Neo.

He didn't have to look up from the screen to know there was an ornate doll floating nearby. Contrary to its looks though, the doll was wearing an apron and a bandanna instead of what you'd expect to be some sort of frilly dress.

"Katsuragi, I had given you a proper wake-up call an hour ago. This is a courtesy as I know you have already awoken by then. Thus I expect that when you go down you's immediately-Oy, are you listening?"

Yes, Keima was listening. However, he hadn't once looked up from his game as he made his way to the kitchen table for breakfast all the while the floating doll continued nagging at him.

"Vulcan, that's enough. There's still some things left to prepare before the store's opening. Can I ask if you could finish them while Keima has breakfast?"

A refined voice came out of the kitchen followed by its owner, a woman with blond silky hair and blue eyes. Her face matched that of a flawless doll besides the small amounts of white powder on her face. She wore an apron and bandanna just like the doll she had addressed.

"...fine." Grumbling about "uncouth men" and "never understanding what she saw in him", the doll Luna floated to the Kitchen, the door opening before her without even touching it.

A tray of food was placed in front of the sitting Keima which contained a bowl of rice, a plate of grilled fish, and a bowl of miso soup. A traditional Japanese breakfast that did not match the foreign beauty before him who only had a cup of tea in front of her.

With a press of a button, the game was stopped and Keima looked up to the person in front of him as he grabbed his chopsticks.

"Good Morning, Tsukiyo. Traditional today?"

After taking a sip from her tea, the woman just smiled at him. "I was in the mood. Good Morning, Keima. I take it Tenri would take a while?"

"She's," Keima paused as he placed some of the fish into his mouth. As usual, it was perfectly grilled. The flavor was smoky yet still tasted of the ocean. "-Indisposed, yes. How's my mother doing?"

While it would be a normal question for most people, it was odd that Katsuragi Keima would speak more than necessary. Still, Tsukiyo's serene smile was unfazed and she answered him promptly, "Well, Mari-san is still touring Germany with your father. I heard they'll be back in a month."

"A month...," murmured Keima as he sipped the miso soup, the flavor and texture was just to his liking. That meant that he couldn't rely on m-funds then...

"Is there a problem, Keima?" Tsukiyo's smile was present in her face but it would be obvious to anyone there that the 23 year old woman wasn't smiling due to happiness.

"..." Keima remained silent, chopsticks still in his mouth as a woman much shorter than him unleashed an unnerving pressure behind her eloquent smile.

"Keima-kun?" She repeated herself and a much larger amount of pressure was released even though all she did was add an honerific. Much so that he would have thought Vulcan was using her powers to hold him down. But no, this was only the power of Tsukiyo herself who smiled at him with her eyes closed as if she was just happily drinking tea.

"I..." Keima's pride as a person would normally never allow him to do this but his pride as the Capturing God and a gamer outweighed whatever reservations he has. It allowed him to look at Tsukiyo straight in the eyes and ask his request without any hesitation. "Tsukiyo, I need more money for gam-"

Before he could finish, a fist sent him flying across the room.

"Oi, Keima-kun. You didn't happen to already spend the allowance I gave you did you?" While it was a seemingly normal question, the malice and anger in the tone made it all seem like she just asked him where did he want to get stabbed.

The normally elegant look on Tsukiyo's face was gone and was replaced with a fierce one of anger. Her blue crystal eyes narrowed like sharp icicles with a gaze that could pierce rock. Due to being a goddess host, the icy aura surrounding her could have actually been real.

The raised clenched fist also didn't help.

However, with a straight face, the Capturing God just fixed the glasses on his face and declared, "I needed it to save a girl in a game! Now, I need more to-" He was interrupted again, this time by the tray he had been eating on smacking him in the face along with a "You damn, NEET!"

As he laid across the floor with a tray on his face, Keima couldn't help but think on how his mother may have actually been a terrible influence to the goddess host. He also really hoped she wasn't turning into his mother. That'd just be weird especially with the...things they do.

While she was still normally graceful and elegant, Tsukiyo now showed the same fierceness and courage that had always been within her just as when she tried to escape from him during her capture. Unfortunately due to Mari's influence, this has manifested in a more...delinquent approach.

At first, Tsukiyo was just a regular at Cafe Grandpa. She'd sit at her own corner and admire what she had deemed beautiful while Mari would serve her tea and occasionally chat with her.

A few months later, she started working in the cafe to help preserve a beautiful place that she could also call home. By this point, she was already attached to Keima's mother and vice versa as Mari would teach her in the kitchen and just generally be a substitute for the mother Tsukiyo should've had. On an unrelated note, this was also the same time, a now legendary girl biker gang started making some waves after a blond newcomer had arrived on the scene.

Then, after she had graduated from university, she had offered part of her life savings, a hefty sum for someone like her, to buy and co-own the Cafe and improve it so it could continue on especially with all the Starbucks and other coffee chains popping up. Keima swore his mom was about to adopt her then and there in the spot which would have made things between them even more complicated then it was.

This new development allowed his mother to leave the shop (and Keima) to Tsukiyo and travel alongside her husband.

On one hand, it'd be a lie to say Tsukiyo's presence did not affect the performance of Cafe Grandpa at all. She used all she had learned from business school to transform his mom's simple home cafe into a cake and coffee chugging machine which was always packed with customers. The decor, the ingredients, the products were all much better than before and the increased profits showed. Tsukiyo also made it important to keep the original atmosphere she had fallen in love with.

It also did not help that Vulcan could do the work of a whole kitchen crew by herself. She'd do multiple precision work at the same time that would cut the time it'd take for a human by ten fold thanks to her ability to control objects. The other goddess hosts helped out from time to time as well.

However, while improvements to Cafe Grandpa was fine, Tsukiyo being in charge of the cafe also meant that she was in charge of his gaming funds which led to exchanges like what just happened whenever he went past his monthly limit (which he mostly did).

She'd get angry at him. She'd lecture him. She'd force him to kneel before her for hours while doing so.

And yet, in the end, she'd always end up healing him with Vulcan's magic without fail.

Really, she was becomign so much like his mother it was scary.

"Really, Keima. You shouldn't be so impulsive." With her hands glowing as they healed Keima, Tsukiyo finished her lecture.

"Hmph. I can't help but like what I like, Tsukiyo." remarked Keima which drew an almost bittersweet smile from the blonde woman.

"...well, that's true. I'm not one to judge seeing as I'm healing you right now. I wonder if that grandma's finally gotten to me." A long deep sigh escaped her mouth. "Fine, you will find your bank account to be not completely empty later. I know your "job" also doesn't exactly have any pay anyways."

"...thanks, Tsukiyo." Eventually, what was a thanks clawed itself out of the Capturing God's mouth. Taking the beating was worth it for this.

Keima then made to stand up and get off the floor but soon found himself unable to move or lift his body. He looked up to see Tsukiyo with a haughty smile that he had thought she had grown out of. Her eyes shown with very clear intention.

"Well, well, Keima, we're running a business here, you know." The blonde removed one stocking covered foot from her shoe and pressed it squarely on his chest. "You should know if you want money, you have to work for it. That's just how us adults work"

As she said this, the foot slowly trailed straight down from his chest. While certain people may have found this heart pounding, Keima also knew that a certain goddess who disliked him was currently waving around knives in the kitchen just a few meters from where they were.

If she were to come out...

"Tsukiyo...we can't! Wouldn't this just dirty the beauty of this place?"

"True" agreed Tsukiyo but instead of stopping she leaned down towards his prone body, making sure her foot pressed down at the same time. "But Keima, I don't need to look for beauty in things anymore. I just have to create it myself."

"Now, will you show me something beautiful." The sound of a zipper being pulled down was heard. "...or something truly ugly?"


Next chapter: Training [ Mars / Minerva ].

Author's note: Hey yo! Back from the dead. Kinda. Not really. Anyways, this has been rumbling around in my brain for a while so I took a night to write it out and poof. This is actually 1/3 of what I wanted to write but I decided to just divide it into three chapters instead for the other goddesses and girls. Honestly, I wanted to write a one year time skip from the end of the series but it suddenly became a five year one. I may still do that but I'll have to try to finish this first though.

I know a lot of people will have questions on what's happening but the what happened will be shown in the other chapters. Probably. Really, I should have written the whole thing out first but I'd rather just put this out before I wake up and not feel like writing for a year again. Also, yes it comes after the series where he does confess to Chihiro. No, it's not one of those "high school romances don't matter post HS out so I became a manslut" thing, there are explanations for this situation. Ditto again on the "write the whole thing" part. Ah well.

On the rating, this won't really go into lemon territory so I'd like to hope this sticks to a T. If you want just think those parts are all referring to his hand and they are all just handholding.

Anyways, thanks for reading. Leave a review if you can!


"Hey, Tenri. Is Diana still asleep?"

"No. I don't think she sleeps. She's still somewhat embarrassed to come out after what we did last night."

"I see." Keima then turned to the wall sized mirror next to his bed. "I still don't really understand how that worked. So if I was with you here, and she then appears in the mirror, but the mirror shows us together then was that a different me or still me?"

"I think you're thinking too much, Keima-kun. Maybe it's just like how you name the main character in a game? Do you think of yourself being in the game when you do that?"

"So it's just like a game, you say?" Keima's eyes shone as he looked at the mirror. "Could the goddesses actually be from the ideal?!"

Needless to say, when the time came, not a single one but Diana agreed to materialized in the mirror.