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Another chapter inspired by the recent lockdown, where there's seemingly nothing you can do to un-bore yourself

Chapter Beta-ed by the Shitpost Brigade. Which is a group of shitposters dedicated to make sure the shitposts are grammatically correct - starting from this chapter. You may notice an increase of quality because now I'm a far superior writer than the past me. Past me sux dix

Will eventually go over the older ones to fix them, of course, but not now cuz we got other stories to do. Like Death's Chosen and Academy DxD. Which you should feckin read cuz they gud shiz

aight enjoy fam

Everyday Life with Supernatural Girls

Chapter 18

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It was a day unlike any other in the Hyoudou residence. Firstly, because it was Monday. Issei should be at work on Mondays. Secondly, because he wasn't at work.

No, he didn't quit his job. No, he wasn't sick either.

But the storm brewing outside was rather sick in a way. Ominous spiraling grey clouds spouting powders of snows, buffeting the roads, trees, but most importantly; Kunou's tiny snowmen who had been mercilessly battered under the white sheets – and coupled with one or two rolling thunders at every minute, the day was a cloudy one indeed. For three straight days they had to stay in their house.

And because of that, there was nothing better they could do other than watching a scary movie together, huddled inside the cozy living room, with every person either being hugged or hugging another.

I am Legend. A horror/drama movie that was notorious for killing the dog. Almost as notorious as Marley & Me, except scarier.

Issei was against watching this movie mostly because it was tense and had scary scenes, and did have some disturbing moments. Both Kuroka and Yasaka too, were against it. More so because Issei said it would be tense and have scary scenes. But Shirone and Kunou were completely in favor of watching said movie, especially since it had tense and scary scenes. That, and because they might have found an enjoyment in watching other people get scared; their own sister and mother included.

Normally, Yasaka would have refused. But since her daughter wasn't yet able to get outside despite their kinds being freed from their self-isolation, she couldn't refuse.

"You don't have to watch it, you know." Issei pointed out. He was seated in the middle of Yasaka and Kuroka, both who were huggling their daughter and sister respectively.

"Y-yes…" Yasaka replied in a quiet voice, concerned that she might interrupt the movie dialogues. "But I'm… I'm rather curious…"

"It's silly but it works; guess that's horror movies for you."

Yasaka gasped and whimpered in fright as the freakish mutated-zombie-vampire-dogs let out a bestial snarl, waiting for the sun to fall so that the sunlight separating them would close. The sun dimmed, and shadows loomed, and the demonic dogs sprinted towards the movie's protagonist who was limping back to his car.

She tensed. Her heart pounded. The edge of her tails flicked nervously. Her toes curled in anticipation as she squeezed Kunou a little bit tighter during the entire scene. Kuroka didn't do any better at handling her fright; she held onto Shirone like her dinner depended on it.

"Neesama— you're strangling me—"

Roughly ten to twenty minutes later, the living room went from an edgy silence into a somber one with sniffles on the side.

"Dog died." Kunou muttered bitterly, scowling but not crying. "Kunou doesn't like this movie anymore."

"I know it's fake but why am I crying real tears?" Kuroka added, scowling and crying salty tears, for she was salty, "Movies are stupid. You're stupid. Why did you make me watch this movie? Owait I agreed to it… MRNGH—!"

"Well. I did warn you."

"Shut up."

The back of his head was hit by her tail.

Shirone wasn't better off either. Crying silent tears, the Nekoshou quietly snuggled up to her sister as she watched the man burying the dog, and was left all alone in a city of monsters.

Issei handled his own emotions better. Sure it was sad, but he had seen this movie enough times to be called a heartless bastard by his friends when they first watched it. Issei just sat there with his shit-eating grin when the moment happened. But he wasn't interested in that. He was interested in her.

Yasaka's eyes were glossy, but hadn't dropped any tears. Issei would know if she did; he paid more attention to her reaction than to the movie he had watched aplenty. The Kyuubi kept her eyes on the screen. A small, somber curl on her lips as the man walked into a store shortly after driving aimlessly.

"I promised my friend… I would say hello… to you today." He said soullessly to a soulless mannequin.

"Hello."

"Hello…" He paused, waiting for an answer that never came.

"…Please say 'hello' to me."

It wasn't until that scene, where the man was utterly desperate for a semblance of interaction in a place where he believed he was the last man on earth; the scene where his loneliness and despair after losing his only family of three years was perfectly captured through the actor's brilliant acting, that Yasaka completely shattered.

As winds howled outside the window, her tears glided down her pearly white cheeks as she buried her head into his shoulder. She didn't understand why she leaned into him instead of her daughter sitting on her lap, but she just felt that she should.

Issei stiffened, but obviously had no complaints. Even as the soft furs of her vulpine ears tickled his human ears, he had no complaints, secretly wishing they had watched the movie sooner.

Break

Once the movie ended, everyone either stretched their bodies or went to the toilet for a quick break or to pretend they didn't cry. Issei and Kuroka belonged to the first category, although he wasn't nearly as stimulating when he popped his arms since her groan/moan was really something else.

Even though she was wearing a loose, dull grey sweatshirt, she still found a way to unintentionally or intentionally provoke his male brain.

"Hnngg— nngh…" She mewled as her twin tails loosened again, curling over her lap, "Screw you."

"Hey. It was either this or Hachiko."

Kuroka scowled. She at least had heard about the loyal shiba inu to know what she should be expecting from that movie about a mutt's loyalty.

Too drained to complain and still a bit too cold to do anything else. So she did what all cats do during these cold weathers; seek warmer places.

While the kotatsu could provide warmth, the Japanese table heater couldn't say stupid lines or get flustered, which was why Kuroka settled on him. He provided as much warmth as any kotatsu anyway.

Making use of the Kyuubi's absence to up her approval rating, the Nekoshou slithered onto his lap, taking her blankets with her, and rested her head over his thigh. She was a little bit disappointed that he no longer had the same hilarious reaction as before when she first did this to him, but she supposed he adapted to new things pretty quickly for a human.

He was even playing coy too. Pretending she wasn't sprawling on his lap and just going on with his day.

'I see how it is, mister Hard to Get…'

But Kuroka always had a few tricks up her loose sleeves.

She made her feline ears twitch, once, twice, while adopting a playful look; narrowing her eyes and etching a tantalizing smirk on her lips, and pulled her hands close to her chest like how an anime girl imitating a cat would.

"Meow." She meowed, "-nyan."

Kuroka had just discovered that 'meow' didn't feel natural to her. She didn't want to do cultural appropriation for the western catgirls.

"…"

Oooh— she saw it. She caught the small twitch his eyes did. That was him trying his damndest to resist her to not be the loser of their little game. Fueled by his faltering resolve that added her arrogance, Kuroka's grin only grew.

"I am no longer responsible for the actions your actions have compelled me to do."

Hearing that dead-serious voice and seeing his dead-serious expression, the best she could mutter was a confused, "…eh?"

"…H-h-hey… where are you—" When his knuckles gently rubbed the bottom of her chin, Kuroka emitted a mewling cry that she had never known she could make. Worse was that she couldn't even stop it, or force her body to get off of him. It was like she was experiencing a sleep paralysis, unable to feel anything other than the strange pleasant sensation from his hands.

She regained her sanity once he stopped, allowing her to glance up at his victorious smirk, and further deepening the blush on her pearly white face.

"Heh."

"Why you—" Extremely embarrassed, Kuroka turned around and bit his thigh.

"GAAAH!" Issei yelped in pain and surprise as she wriggled out from his lap, scooting away as she pulled the blanket to her chest, suddenly apprehensive of him. "You bit me!"

"You made me!"

Issei pulled up his shorts briefly to see the pink bite mark she left, and stared back at her. "What do you mean I made you?!"

"You didn't stop!"

"You were too cute! I can't help myself!"

"I know that! Still not a valid reason to just debase me into a frickin' cat ya jerk!"

"Well you were asking for it."

"True." Kuroka calmly said. Going from 100 to 0 within the drop of a hat. "You're banned from scratching my chin nyan. Go scratch your girlfriend's."

Issei paused, pondering, imagining, then smiled a leering smile at his imagination. "I'd prefer to fluff her tails."

"You would." Kuroka scoffed teasingly. Staring out the window at the still ongoing hail buffet, she huffed a sigh. "Snow… I hate snow. It's cold and bumpy and it gets everywhere while I can't go anywhere."

Shifting out the kotatsu to sit on the couch as Issei wasn't completely against the cold, he scratched his bitten thigh as he peered outside as well, idly wondering if he should check for rabies just to tick her off.

Issei wondered when the hail would stop. Shoveling all of the thick white sheets afterwards was his obligation. It would probably be a bad activity for his back though he could certainly use the exercise.

As Yasaka came out from her bedroom along with her daughter, Kuroka decided to retreat back into the kotatsu, shivery already just by being outside for a few minutes despite she had a blanket on her.

Seeing her made him ponder on buying a space heater. Winter would last for at least another month, and he still has some of his New Year bonus pay even after buying a washing machine. He should consider buying the portable ones. Those were often cheaper although not as efficient. There was also Kunou's hyperactivity to be considered. Though her energy -hopefully- would be mildly diminished once the hail was over, he wouldn't want her accidentally touching the hot ceramic.

He was so focused onabout the damn heater that he didn't realize he was being heated up by Yasaka's presence until she made a sound.

"Something on your mind, Ise?"

"Heaters." He blinked.

Yasaka blinked too. "Are you cold, perhaps?"

"Him? Naaah. Me? Yeeess." Kuroka yelped. Covered in the kotatsu down from her neck, making her look like a giant turtle that had a table for a shell.

"Me? Not!" Kunou chirped on her way to the kitchen to grab some milk in the freezer. Cold milk tasted better than warm ones – just like beers, according to Azazel.

Issei turned his head towards Yasaka, admiring her beauty for a moment. And her tails. Of course, her tails. The brush-like, thick, fluffy golden fur among furs. She had to sit slightly to the front to not squish her tails, but she didn't seem to mind. Her tails bloomed behind her like a flower, and their beauty wasn't one easily put into words. The lustrous gleam and the white tips were all too perfectly shaped.

"Y-yes…?" Yasaka muttered bashfully, shying away from his deep, wordless gaze.

Issei forgot what he wanted to say to her.

"Mooooom! Milk is gone!"

Her twin ears flicked once. "Oh dear, that reminds me… we won't have enough supplies if this hail lasts until tomorrow. I haven't gone to the market since it started."

Issei appeared as conflicted. The markets were closed too since they didn't want their groceries pelted by snow. He should contact Azazel during things like these as there wasn't much else he could do.

Before that, Kunou had returned to the couch with a defeated, pouty look. Her golden vixen ears wilted like a flower in autumn, and she glanced up at her mother with a very sad face.

"Milk is gone." She said, mournfully, "Kunou can't grow up now."

Yasaka smiled softly as she lifted her daughter to her lap. "Of course you can, sweetie."

All of her nine tails stiffened when Kunou glomped her chest.

"Give Kunou mom milk."

"Wh-what?! You're much too old now, honey!" Yasaka sputtered, red-faced as she consciously spard a glance at Issei. "KYAUHN! Don't bite me!"

"Mrrrnnggghhh... Kunou wants milk."

Issei had no idea where to look, completely flustered by Yasaka's voice and struggle. Well, he knew where to look, he just didn't think it was appropriate. Then again, she's his girlfriend. This much would be okay, right?

But before he could make up his mind and observe the unexpected event unfolding before his eyes, the Fallen Angel appeared inside the living room in plumes of black feathers — feathers that thankfully disintegrated once they touched the floor otherwise Issei would chastise him for adding more to Yasaka's work.

"Greetings and salutations." the Overseer said. He was carrying some sort of a PDA on his hand, a gadget which Kunou didn't waste anytime to pester him about in the next seconds of his arrival.

"Uncle Z! What is that? What is that?!" Kunou scrambled away from her mother, tippy-toeing beside the man with weirdly colored hair, wanting to know what the square hi-tech looking thing was all about.

"This is a PDA, young missy. It's like a phone, but better. And much more boring. They made it so that no one can install any games or apps, see… strict people I tell you. Don't grow up to be a strict person will you?"

"Naaaw. Kunou will grow up to be a bigger Kunou. Taller and bigger and stuff." Huffed the aspiring Kitsune. Azazel gave her a quick headpat- or was about to, if Kunou didn't scamper away to go pester someone else with her effortless adorableness.

"Kurokanee, where's Shironee?"

"Upstairs." The feline-Youkai replied lazily. Kunou scurried upstairs right after.

"...Hit and run eh?"

"Welcome back, Azazel-dono."

"What's up Unca' Z." Issei greeted, still by Yasaka's side, "I was just about to ring you up."

"I'm here to do my job." the Fallen Angel huffed, contradicting his statement as he huddled himself to join Kuroka inside the kotatsu. "Maaan… cold weather is a pain in the… bottom."

"Yeh." Kuroka groaned. Cold weather killed her vibe to tease Yasaka. She was even lethargic during the whole 'give me milk' Kunou moment. "Still didn't say why you're here tho, Zazu."

"Who ya callin' Zazu." Azazel's eyes twitched. Kuroka straight up ignored the Zazu. At the moment a bit too preoccupied with getting warm to care.

"Would you like coffee, Azazel-dono?"

To everyone's surprise, he waved a hand. "Nah, no need. Won't be here long. I'm just cross checking the Families, making sure they're well fed during this hail. So then- are you?"

"We're nearly out," Issei said as Azazel tapped something on his screen, "what do I have to do so we don't starve? Paperworks?"

"Nah. Nothing." Azazel replied short, plodding about for a bit before he somberly exited the warmth of the table, "We'll deliver you two days worth of food and other necessities. If you run out, just hit me up. Sit back and get yourselves cozy, ye lucky bas—ils... " Azazel reminded himself of the presence of the juvenile Kitsune in the house.

"Either way, I heard from Raynare you two made yourself official huh? Fair play, Ise boy. Knew it was coming, but didn't know it'll happen this soon." Azazel exchanged a grin with Issei, while Yasaka smiled sheepishly, blushing a scarlet blush.

"Thanks." Issei said, failing to contain his grin. "Feels weird having a girlfriend."

"Wait till you have girlfriends nyan." Kuroka whirred, smirking mischievously from the kotatsu. "Shame you're not as warm as this thing."

While Yasaka didn't particularly mind that much, she still minded it for a bit. In a display of rare jealousy, the Kyuubi inched herself closer towards him, tugging the black sleeve of his t-shirt although a bit nervously as she rarely was the one to incite physical contacts. Issei had really given his all for her.

Noticing Yasaka's finally taking the initiative, Kuroka simply gave her a smug smile as that was what she intended to do either way.

Smirking, Azazel excused himself. "I'll be off then. Either one of Riser's girls should come here soon."

"Riser's girls?" Issei raised an eyebrow, idly holding Yasaka's fingers and playing with these delicate tips — carelessly causing her to flush from his casual gesture of affection, uncontrollably wagging her tails side to side and completely erasing her earlier jealousy, "Not Raynare?"

"She's busy with other city blocks. Me, on the other hand, am busy with the entire city." Azazel grumbled, knowing he'd need to make a few more dozen visits. "Right then. Busy-busy-busy. See you when I see you."

Just like the way he arrived, Azazel vanished in a burst of black feathers, which was still wickedly cool to see ever since Issei first saw the Overseer's method of instant teleportation.

Kuroka yawned, noting that her daily naptime was minutes away. Normally, she would have gone upstairs to her bedroom and sleptep there, although staying here had its own benefits too - such as flustering the new fox girlfriend through her rascally exploits. The Caretaker had unfortunately developed an immunity to both her 'me want attention' antics as well as her 'you shall blush because I am adorable', but the Kyuubi was still susceptible to both of them, especially when the main concern included her new boyfriend.

"Saaaay~" Kuroka hummed, still remaining on the kotatsu since she really didn't want to expose herself to the cold — even if it was to get closer to him, "since we're all adults here, how far have the two of you have gone nyan~?"

Understandably, Yasaka became beet red.

Issei, however, remained mostly nonchalant. Because after all, who didn't want to see the normally motherly Kyuubi to be visibly vulnerable and sensitive, blushing like a girl. Not to mention the nervous twitches her vixen ears did whenever she was feeling antsy.

"We held hands." Issei said, "It's not like we've gone out for weeks."

"Booo~" Kuroka booed. "You've shared a frickin' bath together nyan. Geeze, Nyasaka~ you're part fox but you're a herbivore. Keep things up like this and a carnivore will overtake your place; namely; me."

Issei easily saw the worry growing on her face. "Don't listen to the cat. We'll take things at your pace, hm? Don't rush yourself. You're my first girlfriend so obviously; I don't want to mess this up."

"Ise… you're too considerate..."

"Uh, no, I think this is pretty normal." At least from what he was told from Matsuda and Motohama who had suddenly become experts regarding boyfriendship; play smart, never aggressive, never over-commit, never be too clingy, and make sure to have a few emergency chocolates in possession in case for her time of the month.

Regardless of his humility, her tails flounced. Her blush deepened, her heart raced, her chest swelled with warmth, and her hands wrinkled her knee-length skirt from gripping it too tightly. Yasaka was at an absolute loss of words and in a state where she could no longer look him in his eyes.

Now Kuroka slightly regretted starting this charade because she was starting to get a liiiitle bit envious, wanting attention for herself. And when a cat wants attention, she'll pull out all the stops until she gets what she wants. Kuroka wasn't much different.

"Hey, hey, I'm here too, ya know." Kuroka whined, pouting, her feline ears sulkily drooping — although she was yet to move out from her huddle of coziness and warmth the kotatsu provided. "Where's my part of attention nyan?"

This was where Issei started to get apprehensive. He wasn't yet sure how to approach Kuroka when his girlfriend was present — because Yasaka is his girlfriend and he adores her. On the other hand, that hug he received during Christmas meant too much for him to forget and to just simply shrug her away. He couldn't do that. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He was supposed to be their Caretaker, not their heartbreaker.

Fortunately for him, Yasaka cleared it all up for his sake, knowing that he would overthink this matter that it would trouble him so.

"You shouldn't hold back, Ise." Yasaka hummed softly, "Don't concern yourself about me that much; I trust you."

"But won't that be considered 'cheating' to a point?"

Yasaka tilted her head innocently, "Hm? But you love both of us, no?"

"W-well…" Issei finally veered his eyes away, "that's the thing about that… it's not normal for humans to love more than one woman. Monogamy and stuff… unless they're some Arabian prince which I'm not."

"Well, we're not humans, and we're endangered while your people keep pumping out babies every second." Kuroka chimed in, slowly crawling out of her hiding hole, taking her thick blanket with her as she leapt on the sofa, quickly turtling herself with said creamy yellow blanket. "It's not like I'm gonna make you stop being lovey-dovey with Nyasaka or anything that mean. Fair is fair, ne…?"

Issei gulped as Kuroka pulled off that dirty look of hers; the black ears laid flat and her thin pupils dilating, pulling her lips to form a small, needy frown.

"Were it any other women, I wouldn't be at ease," Yasaka added, braving herself to link their fingers, "but as it is her… I'm… aware that I'm unfamiliar with this kind of relationship… this is my first time loving someone. I know I can learn many things from her, so I can become a better person… for you, Ise."

He was starting to get overloaded by their affection that his chest felt like it was about to explode.

It didn't help that Kuroka started to crawl towards him, ditching her thick duvet. Her silky black hair was let down draping over her shoulders, over her dull grey sweats as she smothered his left arm between her chest. Issei could feel the fabric of her sweater and the softness of her plump breasts hidden underneath, as Kuroka was never one to wear bras. She hated them.

"The more the merrier, right?"

"P-please Ise, don't hold yourself back." Not wanting to lose, Yasaka bashfully grabbed his right hand, and despite her heavy blush, raised it towards her chest. Her purple sleeveless turtleneck sweater did little in containing the palpable texture of her breast as his fingers sank into her breast, eliciting a soft stifled moan from the Kyuubi.

"Y-Yasaka-san—"

"Heee~? Suddenly feeling brave are you?" Kuroka purred, "Maybe I didn't have to hold back after all?"

Three years ago, Issei would have lavished himself in the smothers of the girls. As a teenager high in hormones, why would he not bask himself in the full, comfy glory that was known to be a woman's ample breasts?

But as an adult -he at least sees himself as one-, he knew where this was heading, and why he should have a degree of self-control.

"Alright, I gotta stop here." He said as he pulled away his hand from Yasaka's and Kuroka's chest, both girls who looked confused as they were hurt, even more so as he got off his seat to stand in front of the two. "Look… I'm very grateful. I'm very lucky to be able to have your affection which means very much to me… and… I'm a man so I do like those kinds of things too… but we're under the same roof with Kunou and Shirone."

Hearing that, both Yasaka and Kuroka realized why he stopped, and should be thankful that he did. They might have gone too far if he didn't, and it might've ended up in something unwanted. Both Kunou and Shirone were too young to see something they didn't need to see.

"..." A bit downed from the refusal of her advances, Kuroka quickly grinned as she noticed Issei was a little bit flushed on the face himself. "Well… at least I know you're not a monk."

"I'm far from it." Isse admitted. "...Uh… are you okay, Yasaka-san?"

"Y-yes…" Yasaka replied nervily, still very much red faced as the embarrassment of her actions finally dawned on her, "...I'm sorry, Ise-dono… I was carried by the heat of the moment and I've done…aaah…" She muffled her tiny scream by hiding her face behind her hands. The white tips of her tails were flicking from second to second, side to side and up and down.

He momentarily let his eyes simmer in those golden tips with white tuft of furs tucked inside. Kuroka's ears weren't anything to scoff at either, but Yasaka's were simply more lush and fluffier. They soothed his soul, to be put simply.

Kuroka was fully aware of this man's fixation towards fluffier things, a department she might be lacking at compared to Yasaka's nine lustrous tails, but she wouldn't go back down without a fight.

But maybe the fighting could wait later, because she was starting to get cold again. As she was to retreat back to the blankets, her ear twitched as Kuroka sensed a sudden influx of magic coming from the spot where Azazel appeared earlier.

Where Azazel entered and exited within a plume of black feathers, this one emerged in a blooming ball of flame, and was much shorter than the Fallen Angel.

She had a thick fur coat on with a color that matched her dress. Resting on top of her blonde hair was a fuzzy fur hat, white in color. Underneath her was an opened plain cardboard box filled with food and other groceries sticking out from it.

"Good afternoon, Ravel-dono."

"Afternoon… Pardon my intrusion." Ravel bowed lightly, "I'd come through the front door but it's likely buffeted by snow… and this is faster anyway."

"Ohey," Kuroka muttered, "midget bird."

"I'm not a midget! I-I may be short for my age but I'm not a midget!" Ravel yelled, pouting, before immediately shivering and hugging herself as the cold bit her skin, penetrating even her coat. "Brrr— wh-what coldness… how do you even live like this? And how are you not wearing anything but a shirt and a pair of shorts?! Are you insane?"

"I get used to it. I like cold weather." Issei shrugged as he sat back down between Yasaka and Kuroka, with Kuroka immediately scooting closer for his body warmth, not saying much since the cold was pissing her off.

Yasaka got up instead. "Do make yourself comfortable, Ravel-dono. Hopefully the kotatsu will keep you warm." said the Kyuubi as she headed to the kitchen, "would you like some hot tea?"

"Y-yeah… Tea would be great, thanks…" Ravel hurriedly entered the kotatsu, melting almost instantly, "Haaah… thank goodness for Japan and their groundbreaking inventions…"

Issei briefly wondered if the Phenex had ever heard of Japan and their strange addiction in weebifying every inanimate object into 2D girls, or their obsession of unhealthy working culture that worked their employees to death. He didn't say these things of course, since he didn't want to ruin the generally light mood.

"Are those ours?"

"Oh yeah. Azazel probably told you already huh?" Ravel muttered, taking off her hat and placed it on the cushion next to her, "It's your stuff for the next two days. Canned food, corned beef, some veggies and frying oil and others. My brother is supposed to be the one making the delivery, but if he comes here, I'm 100% positive he'll detour for snacks. He should be helping Yubel anyway..."

"Sounds like him…" Issei rose up to approach the cardboard box. And with him suddenly leaving her side, Kuroka 'MYA—!'ed in complaint, then grouchily crept back inside the heated table, making herself comfy across Ravel's seat. "Better store this stuff. Thanks, Ravel."

Issei grunted as he lifted the box; surprisingly quite heavy.

"...Don't mention it." Ravel shyly looked the other way. She received thanks often, but that didn't mean she automatically had figured out on how to handle it. "...Where's Kunou and Shirone?"

"Upstairs." Kuroka said, boredly watching Issei rejoining Yasaka, chatting with her and then storing away the groceries into the cupboards. "Ya missed them hmm~?"

"N-no?!" Ravel lied, badly failing at it as shown by her sudden blush, "Who says anything about that?! I-it's not like I come here just to see them!"

Kuroka raised a sleek black eyebrow, smirking. "Oh yeah…? Well they're in my room. Just sayin'-nyan."

"...W-well I suppose it'd be rude if I don't at least say 'hi' to them…"

"Off you go then, brat. I want to stretch my legs."

After giving Kuroka a pouty look, Ravel headed upstairs anyway, allowing Kuroka to claim the kotatsu for herself; laying her body down inside the table with only her head visible from the outside. Life was good.

She dozed off within ten seconds.

In the meantime, currently placing the canned food in the cupboard and then the filleted chicken meat into the fridge, Issei and Yasaka were completely aware of the awkward air established between them. Something undoubtedly created by her impulse earlier.

He felt an urge to do something, to comfort her, and also himself.

As he stowed away the last of the groceries, letting the emptied cardboard box sit there on the counter for later, Issei leaned against the same counter, and braved himself to speak.

"I… appreciate what you did earlier, just so you know."

"Th-that was shameless of me." Yasaka replied anxiously, staring down at her fingers to avoid looking at him, "I'm sorry, Ise-dono…"

"Please don't." He said, not missing a beat. "Like I said; I do want to do those… things, but I don't want it if you have to force yourself into doing it. Let things flow naturally and that sort of stuff. Let it sort itself out."

"B-but Kuroka-san is right." Yasaka glanced up, only to veer her sight away from him. Still a bit too nervous and guilty. "I've been too passive on my end… I feel like I am the one holding you back… so..."

"Well… that doesn't mean you have to go that far either… Don't get me wrong, I'm happy. Knowing you're being concerned about me is like the greatest feeling ever. Not that I didn't know that earlier, but… having it shown directly is… more relieving, I guess."

She knew he wasn't just saying those words to ease her down and was being plainly honest, but Yasaka couldn't stop herself from smiling or blushing or wagging all of her tails out of sheer happiness.

"I… love you, Ise…" She whispered, glancing back at his eyes then down on her fidgeting hands for several times. "I-I want you to know that I-I do wish the same… to… devote my heart and body just for you… and I'm not forcing myself to do it because th-that's what I would've wanted myself..."

Holy shit his chest nearly exploded. His thoughts scattered and suddenly all he could think about was ravishing her this instant.

Issei gulped, stowing away those dirty thoughts for later.

He walked towards her, took her hands away from her lap, and stared into her golden eyes.

"I love you too, Yasaka." He replied, watching how her eyes gleamed and her lips curled into a barely suppressed smile, quivering from her uncontained happiness and the love that immediately swelled inside her chest.

She closed her eyes then, unable to move or express her desire to be kissed by him.

Issei leaned in, cocking his head lightly, and he felt the world had stopped when he felt her soft lips against his. Then they hovered right there, quite soundless for so long, simply feeling each other's presence and the warmth of their own lips. Lost in their own world.

Blissfully unaware of the fact that Ravel was frozen on the stairs with a face as red as cherry tomatoes and an open mouth and wide eyes.

It was only when Issei broke away to breathe and noticed something pinkish in the corner of his eyes that her presence was discovered.

"...U-umm… I was just going to take my fur hat…" Ravel said awkwardly as she hurried down, picked up her hat, and stormed back up the stairs. "S-sorry for interrupting!"

Now Issei didn't particularly mind that he was seen kissing a woman as beautiful as her. If anything, he felt rather smug.

Yasaka, on the other hand...

All nine of her tails went stiff like a statue and her whole face was scarlet red. Her gentle eyes were filled wide open with shock, and her hands were suddenly as cold as chilled tea. The Kyuubi was paralyzed for five, six seconds straight by now, yet to utter a single word.

Good thing he stopped her back then. If this was how she reacted just by being seen by Ravel, she might have become an actual statue if Kunou caught her earlier.

Either way… her lips were soft. Softest pair of things his lips ever had the honor to feel. Warm too. First kisses were always special, Issei thought, but surely the next ones could be as special.

Now… to see how long Yasaka would remain as a nine-tailed live figurine...

To be continued…

Alternate title: MILK

I just watched I am Legend a few hours before writing this chap, since I got this running theme of 'watch all the virus-related movies for the maximum irony' things going. Will Smith was great, but Sam was better even though she was a paid actor :C

Give my Death's Chosen a read ye? It has galaxy brain plot developed by 4 people well-versed in DxD lore and Fate character lores, as well as developing own lores. Features characters with actual characters and actual development for each and every single one of them. It'll defy a lot of fanfic cliches, I promise you that, such as Issei being the only one who gets the girls among other things or has the girls smother him just because he told them they're cute. Sensible progression applies for both the romance and the plot.

And also, Academy DxD ye? It funni. Has many funni snarky issei moments as he dabbles in the supernatural university, pissing off people left and right while actually being respected by his crew. He's also a bro with Sairaorg "Chad" Bael and a snark-duo with Kuroka. Mama Issei is also certified Eldritch-ranked badass, so there's that

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