A/N: Now, for Centorea.

After Papi arrived at the Kimihito household, things began to get erratic.

Chaos dawned, but, under Kurusu's strict rule, chaos would not reign.

"Absolutely not! Darling is mine, Papi!" Miia childishly chided the chirping girl, who huffed and puffed her cheeks in anger.

"That's ridiculous! The Interspecies Exchange Chill says that I'm allowed to mate with Husband for as long as my visa says!" At this, Kurusu rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Papi… The word is "stay". You're allowed to "stay" with me for as long as your visa says…" He corrected her, making the small girl blush and huff her chest again. Kurusu separated the pair, and adorned a grim look.

"Alright, there's a new rule! If you two, or any other monster girls argue in this household, I will stop cooking entirely!" He threatened. Papi and Miia gasped, aware of the boon that was Kurusu's delightful cooking. They looked down at their feet, or lack thereof, and wallowed in self-pity for a few seconds, before she looked back at her Darling.

"Miia, you know I love you, right?" Kurusu grabbed his Lamia lover by her shoulders and stared into her gorgeous eyes. The snake-woman nodded with a tiny pout of her lips.

"Of course, Darling!"

"Nothing could change that. Just be friendly to Papi, for me, please?" The man implored, hugging his snake-woman tightly. Miia whined, though not before hugging her Darling back.

"I know she looks like a child, Darling, but she's 18! And she said she wants to make love to you!"

"Huh? When did Papi say that?" The confused Harpy asked, scratching the top of her head. Miia growled at her forgetfulness.

"You just said it 2 hours ago! And you won't take my Darling away from me!" Kurusu sighed, and pushed the two away from each other.

"Alright then! It looks like I won't be cooking breakfast!"

"But she started it!" Miia accused. It was then Kurusu felt an alien presence enter his house.

"Ah, good morning, Mister Darling! What's for breakfast?" The man groaned, and walked out of his home.

"I'm going for a walk. Miia, I want you to stop accusing Papi of trying to steal me away from you! And Papi, you don't say those sorts of things about people you just met!"

True, he and Miia fell in love on their second day together, but with Papi? He didn't know if he loved her or not yet.

Little did "Mister Darling" know, that this day was the day his "harem" was formed.

During his walk, he decided he'd stock up on some vital foods. He'd come back in about 30 minutes, and apologise to Papi and Miia, before making breakfast for the four of them. As he entered a crossroads, he was slammed into by a Centaur.

"God damn it..." He complained, his bruises from he and Papi's first meeting not having fully healed. The Centaur picked him up and apologised profusely, bowing low to greet him.

"My apologies, human! I am Centorea Shianus, Centaur Knight – and it seems we were destined to meet at these crossroads!" She declared, with a proud smile on her face. The young human man could easily pick out the manga "tome" she held in her arms.

It looked like a doujin, from a cursory glance.

"It's fine, trust me, I've felt worse before. Just… What do you mean we were destined to meet?" He asked, genuinely confused. Centorea smiled at him.

"It is one of your Japanese spells! It says here, in this tome, that meeting at a crossroads is one of many ways to find your destined partner for life!"

And despite their later talks, Cerea realising how stupid she sounded at that time, her words came true on her and her Master's wedding day.

Ah, but that was a tale for another time. Maybe even 8 chapters down the road!

(…)

"You… You stupid monster bitch!" The purse-snatcher, infamous around his district, shouted at the downed and disgraced Centorea. He held in his hand her sword, as sharp and as dangerous looking as when Kurusu had first seen it.

However, he didn't care. The young man, despite the situation, stood between the ne'er-do-well robber and the valiant, embarrassed Centaur. It seemed that being side-winded and blasted with paint hurt his pride, and he was looking for vengeance.

He swiped, and Kurusu took the blow, skin splitting as the sword hit him, and saved Centorea. It was also then, that the purse-snatcher knew he fucked up.

(…)

Kurusu lied down on a couch in his home, resting away the sharp pain of being slashed open. Smith sat across from him in another lounge, lying down and enjoying her coffee.

"That was the sharpest fake sword I've ever been cut by."

"You've been cut by more than one?"

"It's an expression." He groaned, and felt grateful for his tough skin, healing as it did. Slowly, he could hear clops sounding from the door to his hallway.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you – you have a visitor, Mister Darling." Agent Smith teased, sipping her coffee again and wrapping a small blanket over herself, prepared fully for a little "nap".

Centorea was fidgety, and ashamed-looking. Her long, blonde hair was a little ragged, as if she hadn't gotten any sleep, and her long ears were held down in disgrace.

"I am sorry, Master." A man such as Kurusu, who was brave enough to take a deathblow (even if it really wasn't) from a madman, for her, was worthy to be her Master, she felt. Kurusu chuckled, and motioned for the girl to bow down so he could talk to her more clearly.

"It's fine, Centorea. I've taken worse hits before. I want to apologise for riding you without your permission – I-" Centorea held up her hand to stop him.

"It's fine, and the act was…" She blushed profusely, hiding her face from the man. The Centaur cleared her throat loudly.

"Necessary. But… I pledge myself to you, Master. I, Centorea Shianus, pledge my unending loyalty, and my sword-"

"Or lack thereof." Smith teased.

"To you." She held her Master's hands up to her chest, so he could feel her beating heart.

"It is as the Japanese spell foretold, Master! We're destined, you and I." Cerea spoke, not knowing the full extent of her words.

(…)

A few days passed, and Kurusu quickly grew accustomed to the two new girls. Thanks to his intervention, Miia had also learnt to not hate her roommates as much as she used to. Cerea, had displayed her quickly sprouting feelings for her master, believing their living together as a sign of another Japanese spell.

Despite her beliefs, Kurusu found himself torn in his feelings. Could he really love more than one woman, and love whomever he loved all equally?

Weirder things had happened. And time passed, where the four of them discussed their feelings with one another. Much to Miia's chagrin, Kurusu's relief, and Papi and Cerea's utter happiness, the Lamia agreed to open the relationship, but not without appointing herself as "top snake".

Centorea, or "Cerea" as she demanded to be called by her Master, was quiet, shy, and noble. Living amongst the other monsters in the Kimihito household had made her more outgoing and less uptight when it came to dealing with others.

When Rachnera came around, Cerea fully shed her "shell", as the spider-woman said, and had finally became accustom to the daily practices of everyday life amidst humanity. Cerea became quick friends with the cynical Rachne, and had found many good companions in those in the Kimihito home.

Kurusu remembered the "first time" between the Centaur Knight and himself…

(…)

Kurusu's soft brush danced across Centorea's hide, as they both sat in the bath water, enjoying the warmth of the water, and each other. He moved his hands to her rear, and slowly massaged the woman's rear.

She held back the instinct telling her to kick her Master. That had happened more times than the woman had cared to count, and she did not want a repeat incident. Kurusu continued scrubbing the Centaur's back to calm her, and slipped a finger inside the woman's large sex.

Cerea moaned lowly, and held onto the side of the large bath, in an attempt to keep herself calm.

"Ooooh… More, Master, please…" It was then the duo discovered a nice domination/submission game/fetish/kink between themselves. Kurusu hummed in agreement.

"Of course, my guardian. A good knight deserves to be treated by her Master." He told her, putting on a voice for the woman's pleasure. He did away with the towel that kept him modest, and slowly positioned himself behind the Centaur woman.

Keeping her calm and steady, he felt her sex, as incredibly hot as it was, and denoted that she was "ready". He entered her, slowly, and began their love-making with some rhythmic thrusts, to let her get adjusted to his length.

Kurusu was gifted, in that regard, with a "piece" long enough to satisfy his half-horse lover quite adequately. Centorea sucked in harsh breaths through her teeth, trying to keep her moans unheard. The man stroked Centorea's back, and leant far over to speak to her.

"Let me hear you, my knight."

"B-but Master! Suuuch sounds are sooooo l-lewd!" She struggled to say, with a quivering, shaking voice. She let one hand massage her large breasts whilst the other struggled to hold onto the side of the bath.

"Yes, but you've earned it, my love. So scream! Scream your desires, and release your stress! Enjoy your Master's reward!" Centorea's face darkened to an impossibly red blush, and she cried out in pleasure, arching her back.

"Oh my! K-K-Kurusu!" She yelled, an intense, furious orgasm releasing many years of her pent-up stress out in one explosive squirt, dousing her lover. She tightened her vaginal walls around her lover's long cock, and yelled out again.

Their breaths were quick, and Kurusu's length still remained hard within the Centaur woman's tight pussy.

"M-Master… Are… Are you satisfied?" She asked him, moaning again as he pulled out of her. He stood up in the water, and walked over to face his lover. He kissed her lips softly, and hugged the monster-girl tightly, loving the feel of her bouncy, large breasts against his skin.

"More than, my knight." He smiled, teasing her again with the nickname. She blushed, and tackled him down to go at "it" again, not caring if the presence above her knew it.

Then the slime girl, later named "Suu", joined in on their fun.

That was a fun day for the homestays and Kurusu.

(…)

In Centaur tradition, it was known that to be married to one, you had to return their place of birth. For Cerea, this was the rolling green hills of England, somewhere in the countryside.

She, clad in ceremonial, knightly armour, stared happily into her husband's brown eyes. She smiled at his formal attire, and shined in the light of the fluttering feeling in her chest.

Friends, legions of them, and Kurusu's other lovers-turned-wives, or those waiting for it, were sat in attendance for their quiet wedding. If love was visible, many would've been blinded by the atmosphere of it all.

"I do." And, in happiness, a single tear rolled down her cheek as she heard those words come from her fiancé-turned-husband. He placed a golden band on her ring-finger, to compliment the opal-studded one on her other hand.

She kissed her husband dearly, and Kurusu smiled, his heart singing out happily. They broke away from their impassioned kiss, and he hugged her tightly, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Now… To begin our family, Master." She teased him, having become more used to the little teasing that went on amidst their group. Kurusu blushed, and chuckled happily, more than "okay" with the idea.

A/N: Cast your votes (Message, don't review) for who you want to see after the Main cast and Agent Smith! Because that's how I'm gonna write these out!