A/N: Set in the same timeline as the previous one shot.

Yes, shocker! It's a poly-amorous relationship! And yes, Kurusu will pretty much be tied to every girl romantically.

Yes, every girl. Don't ask the fucking question you were going to ask.

Papi loved her Husband.

Yes, her Husband.

Not hers alone, but her Husband.

When she first captured him, she was sure of it. And then, when she forgot about him completely the next second and saw his face again, she was double-sure of it!

And, he'd proved his love for her. He'd say it every now and then, and she'd forget when he would, but she knew he loved her!

And Kurusu did.

(…)

"Huh? Who're you?" Kurusu just stared at the Harpy and sighed.

"You kidnapped me as I was hanging my clothes up? Does that ring a bell?" He jumped up and brushed the dirt off himself, before helping Papi up. She leant him her wing joint and sat up, staring around oddly.

"Yeah… Yeah! It does!" She looked over to an ice cream van and started walking. Kurusu was in short tow, keeping an eye and ear out for Miia.

"So… Why did you kidnap me?" He remained calm, just like a man looking for answers would. He eventually bought Papi her ice cream and sat her down on a park bench. She smiled at her ice cream, and held it delicately between her two hand-like wing joints.

"Papi was in an office with a lazy lady! She was talking about something about being… incested?" She spoke, waving her ice cream about dangerously.

Kurusu's brow furrowed, and he sighed, sucking on his ice block lightly.

"Deported? Was the lazy lady's name Smith?" At this, Papi got excited. She remembered something!

"Yeah! That was her!" Her ice cream slipped from her "hands", and she yelled for it, lurching forward. Kurusu was quick, and caught the icy treat. Papi squeezed the man tightly, with a bright smile on her lips.

"Thank you, mister!" She then snatched the ice cream from the man's hands, before she got chatty again.

"You know, you should really eat that thing in case you end up dropping it again…" He said, idly, sitting back in the park bench. Papi gave him a cute stare, and tilted her head.

"Huh? Why?" Clearly, she'd forgotten. Kurusu sighed, and his shoulders slumped low. He could hear the tell-tale slither of his girlfriend approaching.

"At least have a taste of it. Eat the ice cream." He pressured her. Papi's head went hot, and she scrunched her nose as she looked at the frozen delight.

She licked the thing, and her eyes went wide. The man smiled as she ate the thing in its entirety, over just about 2 minutes.

"Wow! That was great!" And after about two more minutes, she'd forgotten she'd just eaten the food, and her eyes caught sight of the ice cream truck once more.

"Is that food?"

"You just ate an ice cream from there…" Kurusu's face went blank, and his voice went deadpan.

The Harpy looked at him again, and tilted her head in confusion. At the time, she didn't know it – but it was then she fell in love with her Husband.

To her, Kurusu was gentle, and patient. Oh so very patient. Even later, when she'd begun to retain information a lot easier, he'd still be there for her, even if all he brought with him was a damp cloth to cool her steaming head.

Though she liked it when they bathed together, and she knew he did, too.

(…)

The greatest sign of affection one can gain from a Harpy is for them to craft a gift and present it to their chosen person. To a Harpy, it is a sign of change and learning they do not usually display – and thus, a monumental expression of love for the person they present it to.

The gift can be many things. And as they say, "the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

She'd tried her hardest, and learnt to cook for him. It was a big, meaty feast, glazed in all the best sauces she could buy. The Harpy, much to her roommate's combined chagrin, had cooked the juiciest steak any of them had seen, with some chicken legs to boot, as well.

"As screwed up as it sounds… Even I would eat that." Cathyl commented. It was her fourth day at the Kimihito household, and she was quite enjoying herself. Papi puffed her feathery chest out in pride and thanked the Minotaur woman.

Kurusu was still at work, and wouldn't be coming home until late. So she'd surprise him, with a lovingly cooked and tenderised steak!

Centorea stepped out of the bathroom, and looked on at the set table. It was perfectly laid out, with little dressings on each side, and a small bouquet of flowers in the centre. She then eyed the steak, and looked taken aback.

"…That looks truly mouth-watering, Papi. Congratulations." She then shook herself off, and ignored the carnivorous thoughts travelling through her mind, finally retiring to bed for the night. The Harpy's chest swelled with more pride, and she waited eagerly for her Husband to come home.

Minutes passed, and her beau travelled in, quickly shedding his work clothes. As quick as the other girls swarmed him, and gave him his fresh change of attire, they left, each with a kiss, before revealing Papi, smiling brighter than she ever had.

The man saw her prepared meal, and smiled. They ate, and he cried at the taste of the juicy, succulent meat, savouring every bite he took like it was his last. The entire dinner felt like a religious, faith-affirming experience. The god-like meat, and its slavish preparation were testaments to that.

But Papi looked on at the table, just as her Husband had finished his last bite, and looked down. Kurusu's nigh-orgasmic smile turned into a grim, empathetic line as he rushed to the Harpy's side.

"What's wrong, Papi?"

"I… I forgot the candles… I'm sorry, Husband! Papi's such an idiot!" She cried, childishly. Kurusu let out a soft chuckle, and grabbed the Harpy's "hands", holding her arms open. As she stared up at him, through teary eyes, he kissed her; gently.

Her tears disappeared, and she could feel the smile coming off the young man's lips. Eventually, she reciprocated and hugged her arms tightly around her Husband. Kurusu broke their tongue-tie off and rested his head on the bird-woman's shoulder.

"Tonight was perfect, Papi. It was a wonderful gift… And I've got one of my own, for you." He brought out a long case, from his pocket, and displayed it to the girl. Opening it, Papi found a simple bracelet, dotted with shiny gems.

"I've been talking to some girls who run the jewellery shop nearby, and they were able to teach me how to forge some things… So, I made this for you." He then clipped it around her wrist, and some more tears fell from her face.

"Kurusu?" She'd matured over their time spent together – and though she still occasionally behaved like a little girl, she'd always been able to speak the man's name. She'd only reserved it for special occasions.

Kurusu knew this, and thus, he took the matter very seriously.

"Y-yes, Papi?" She blinked away the tears of happiness, and lunged at him, rubbing her breasts against his chest.

She had him pinned, and her heart felt like it was beating through her chest.

"I love you!" And her mind forgot everything from that point onwards for that night. She forgot Kurusu's proclamation of love, but in Harpy culture, responding with a gift his own after she'd displayed hers was proclamation enough, and then some.

Kurusu remembered the night very well, though.

(…)

Using all of her stored-up favours, and much to the bitterness of some monster-girls who hoped that Papi wouldn't remember them, the Harpy was able to bargain one night to herself and her Husband, alone.

They'd made it to his bed, and were done stripping by the time the man hit his mattress. His hand's roamed Papi's developing posterior, and she moaned into their kiss, tearing off the shreds of his clothes with her sharp talons.

She'd freed his long member, and had begun to slide it inside of her, shivering at the sensation. Kurusu grunted painfully, and she stopped herself.

They'd both forgotten something…

"Th-the lube, Papi…" Kurusu admitted, before reaching for a bottle.

Despite that one little gap in their "transgressions", their night was filled with passion and love. Papi never unwrapped her wings from around the man, no matter what their position, and Kurusu's lips rarely broke from his lover's.

Through their love-making, Kurusu had, funnily enough, positioned Papi spread-eagle, and thrust into her with ease, making the Harpy girl squeal happily. She clinched her taloned feet around Kurusu's buttocks, digging in to his skin, just enough to arouse him further.

Gritting his teeth, he gripped Papi's legs tightly and thrust inwards and onwards, their eyes linked hotly. She could feel him delving ever deeper inside her, and she could even see her small stomach distend.

"Oh! –K-K-Kurusu! Fuck Papi, fuck Papi harder!" The man was spurred on by the bird-woman's enticing words, and he doubled his speed and strained himself to thrust harder. Papi could see the absolutely titillating spectacle of her Husband, sweat pouring down his toned muscles as he continued on loving her.

At such a sight, her whole body shook, and Kurusu was there to hold her as she did so. They came together, with a quivering, shaking form. Kurusu's legs turned to jelly, and he quickly pulled out of Papi and collapsed on his bed.

"I love you, Papi…" His words fell on forgetful ears, but at the time, her heart burst with love for the adoring, gentle man. Softly, he grabbed the Harpy, and she mewled in his big, strong arms.

In kind, she cradled him in her arm-wings and rested her head on his chest, panting cutely. After only a few minutes, she was straddling him again, working the man back to full length, edging him on for more of his seed.

They never did break their cute stare, and they never did stop smiling. And even though the Harpy's head forgot about the exact details of the night, her body remembered with pleasurable sores the next morning.

(…)

Oh! Papi almost forgot!

There was that one time where she and Husband got married.

Yes, after the homestays stacked up and up, and when the Kimihito household seemed to get smaller and smaller, Agent Smith had informed Husband about an amendment to the Interspecies Exchange Bill.

And it was that, after a certain amount of time (the agent forgot how long) that a monster-woman had stayed in their host's home; they'd have to be married if they wanted to stay with them.

Now, Kurusu had seen through the Agent's fib. But it was reaching that moment in his life.

Out in front of everybody, even the MON squad who'd taken up his home as their "temporary" HQ, Kurusu had professed his love, right then and there, and had pulled out rings.

Papi remembered the rings very well. And she'd remembered that being the first time her Husband had proclaimed his love for her.

Sure, he'd said it hundreds of times before, but this momentous occasion stayed ingrained within the Harpy's psyche for as long as she lived.

She forgot who else got rings, though. She liked hers. It was green, like her bracelet – and it was shiny!

Swelled with pride, the Harpy swore to pay her Husband back.

A/N: I'm sorry I get so angry. I love you guys.

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