He was an assassin who worked for an organization of professional killers. He took easier jobs because he didn't want to face the risks of fighting an entire government on his own. It was too much of a hassle.

So color him surprised when he awoke to something much scarier.

Othinus loomed over the beaten assassin, her face blank, but her green eye burning with rage. He could see literal flames inside her eye, and thought he was hallucinating.

"Who are you?" The man who bested him, Kamijou Touma, asked.

Othinus growled and tried to take a step towards the assassin, who panicked and backed away. The assassin realized he was tied when he couldn't get his hands up to defend himself, finding his wrists bound by a rope behind his back. Regardless, he pushed his feet off the smooth surface of whatever interrogation room they were in away from Othinus. His instincts told him his life would vanish the moment her hands reached his neck.

The room was pure white, from the floor, ceiling, and into the seemingly endless distance. But that was impossible. It was most likely an optical illusion.

"Hey, sir?" Touma wrapped an arm around Othinus' waist and pulled her against his body, holding her head as she buried her face in his chest. "She really wants to kill you for disrupting our fun time. We were enjoying ourselves before you showed up."

The assassin tried to recall what they were doing minutes before he opened fire. Right. Touma Kamijou's last name was shared with Shizuri Kamijou, formerly Mugino, and Othinus Kamijou, former surname unknown. Misaki was not yet officially wed to Touma, but the assassin assumed she would follow Shizuri and Othinus.

He didn't manage to extract much information from any of them from his informants. If he was aware that Touma was a superhuman, he wouldn't have accepted the hit at all.

Still, Touma looked like a reasonable man. Maybe the assassin could talk his way out of this.

VoV

In the basement of Touma's original house, that of his parents, the would-be-assassin sat on a chair, his arms chained to a handle attached to the surface of a metallic table, and stared off into the wall.

Misaki stood behind him, her eyes glowing yellow in the darkness of the room. The stars in her irises pulsed, almost like they were alive.

"So what have you found out?" Touma asked. He sat lazily by a dusty old couch, Shizuri and Othinus on either side of him leaning on his body, and Touma happily accommodating his wives by wrapping his arms around their waists.

Misaki sniffed and closed one eye as she glanced at the room and pulled a white napkin out to cover her nose. "I've noticed this place is dusty, for one."

Touma shrugged. "This place is old. I still remember it though. I used to play here with mom and dad when I was a kid. When I grew older I had less time to stay around, and eventually I left the place for college." Fondness seeped into his voice as he looked around the dusty room longingly, his eyes recalling brighter days when his parents always looked after him, played with him and indulged his every whim. He would've been a lonely kid if not for them. "Mom and dad were my best friends." A tender smile formed when he eyed the large teddy bear his dad bought him when he was six. It used to be brown and clean, now gray and dusty. He should have it washed maybe later this week, or better yet wash it himself.

He scowled. "Fucking hate this prick for pulling a gun on them."

"There, there." Othinus caressed his chest. Shizuri sighed into his neck and raised a leg over his own.

"Relax," Shizuri said, nuzzling his cheek. Touma closed an eye in the side of his face she was rubbing against and sighed. Their bodies were so warm and inviting. The four of them would restart their fucking right now, but his mind was too much of a mess to indulge himself in pleasure, at the moment, for it to be enjoyable.

"Ugh. Thanks for saving my parents, Othinus. Your magical constructs were the reason they weren't hurt."

"Oh?" Othinus playfully pecked his cheek. "What makes you think it was your mother and father they were after? Misaki, Shizuri and I are quite high profile targets, after all. We made a lot of enemies worldwide after I destroyed that wretched city."

Touma chuckled and shook his head. "Anyone crazy enough to oppose you wouldn't act the way the guy who tried to shoot mom and dad did. This thing's probably linked to dad's job or something. I want to grab whoever ordered the hit on my parents and kill them." He started shivering again and grimaced. He was boiling under his skin, and the sheer hate he was feeling was stressing him out and causing him a headache he'd rather do without.

Once more his girls distracted him. This time Shizuri by cupping his chin with her soft hands towards her dainty face and leaning in for an amorous kiss. It was hot and sloppy, and a rope of spittle left their lips as they parted their kiss. She hissed when his teeth dug into her neck as he tightened his hold around her back.

Othinus wanted some attention for herself and the petite girl did so by straddling his thighs and pulling both him and Shizuri for a steamy three-way kiss, their lips alternating between one another's and leaving their mixed saliva trickling down their chins. He groaned. She still had his cum inside her from their time in the black void. If this kept up he'd return to their passionate activities.

He slid his hands under their clothes and was squeezing Shizuri's lissome ass and cupping Othinus' small breast, drawing a gulp and a sigh from his wives, when Misaki said, "I've got it!"

She looked at him with a delighted expression, clearly amused at disrupting whatever he was going to do to his girls, her included.

"Well?" Touma asked, feeling a little breathless, but not as flustered as the two women with their legs on either thighs. He kept his hands on Shizuri's ass, sometimes squeezing it, and Othinus' tit, sometimes pinching her nipple.

"It's just some lowly group of assassins with a front of a legitimate company earning more money by doing hit jobs for corrupt politicians. Your father crossed quite a few during his prime. Some of them wanted payback and sought to instigate it by murdering his son and daughters in law before his very eyes." Misaki giggled to herself. "Quite an amusing cause. Of course they had no idea who we were, else they would have thought twice of going after us. Regardless, we should terminate all the assassins and the sleazy statesmen before they kept sending more of these fools."

Touma raised a brow. "You know, Misaki, I thought your telepathy would've just allowed you to take information straight from his brain, or mind, or whatever. Or is that not how your power works? Sorry, I've been reading too many mangas to differentiate between truth and fiction anymore."

Misaki waved him off. "Relax. You are correct in the process of my mental abilities, but oddly enough this man is a gemstone with mild resistance to my abilities."

"A what?" Touma was confused by the unfamiliar word.

Misaki smiled patiently and continued. "A gemstone is like an esper, if an esper was developed by nature instead of man. Academy City had methods to activate extrasensory perception in its students. Academy City was not the founder of such a method, but merely artificially recreating what nature could already provide."

"So gemstones are natural espers," Touma said. "Kind of like me."

All three girls sharpened at his words, but pretended they were less interested than they really were. Shizuri shrugged against him, Othinus merely continued caressing his chest, and Misaki looked into her smartphone. He made no comment on their strange behaviors. Even now they still held secrets from him. That was fine. He did the same.

"So, what do we do with him?" Touma asked, looking at the man.

"I don't know." Misaki made a playful smile and looked at the large teddy bear. "Let's ask your father."

Touma wondered if Misaki was losing her mind. "Do you think my dad's inside the teddy bear?" That would be a funny image. If that was how he conducted espionage Touma would never let him hear the end of it.

Misaki merely made an indulgent smile, like she was getting satisfaction from his happiness, and showed him the screen of her phone. It was a green video recording them. He finally released his hold on his wives and took the smartphone. She left the phone in his hand and ambled to the giant stuffed toy, covering its eyes with her white napkin.

The recording was covered by the same cloth, blocking them from sight.

Touma felt another headache coming. Did his dad watch him get intimate with his girls?

VoV

"DAAAAAAAD!" His son screamed indignantly from the basement.

In his room, Touya Kamijou swore. His wife, capable of seeing ten steps ahead, already made for the bathroom door and locked herself inside, leaving him to the tender mercies of his son.