Even Though I'M not from this World, My Step-Daughters Are Too Cute And Working As An Househusband Isn't Too Much Of A Hassle 5 - or 'MotoBukha' (MotoMusu SI)

EDIT: This chapter was written per commission.

I was relieved when neither of the twins got sick with the virus. We had a safe amount of medicine to counter it, but the two girls managed to dodge that issue.

It had been a close call, but the end result still allowed the rest of the town plus a few more around to get their stocks up to fend off this issue. It's been two weeks since I came back with the medicine. School had resumed as usual and Tio and Sophia were both doing wonderfully in their subjects.

The only gripe was a general struggle for all kids- in a world that was still evolving culturally and intellectually, the language, especially the written one, was constantly evolving. Terms that once were common and right within their use in exercises were getting excluded with little to no warning.

A frustrating circumstance that was well beyond our capacity to intervene, but the twins were quick to adapt and were flawed by a few hiccups in their learning experience. Shirley doted on them in that aspect, having received a high education and being someone that was the closest with that struggle.

I would help from time to time, but I had long given up trying to keep calm with that bullshit. Frustrating as it may have been, it was quite 'fine' within the current era we were in. Shedding the old terminology that felt more fitting with the medieval times and the approach of a 'vulgar' language born from the scholars' interest to create a 'better-known' language among the masses.

Still, their grades were fine. The girls were extremely gifted in those chores and their mother was not one that put them in a bad spot for having issues from time to time. All in all, things were going just wonderfully when… something came from school.

A paper.

It sounded bad but… in truth, it was not. It was actually something rather fascinating that caught my wife off-guard. It was while Shirley was checking on the girls' homework while I was finishing cleaning up the kitchen when the topic came up from our girls.

First to learn of this was Shirley, the woman surprised by this circumstance as she never heard of it during her childhood and-

"Parents' Visitation Day?" I repeated with a calm hum, intrigued by this development. "That could be interesting."

"I never heard of such an event before now."

"Hmm, I suppose it can be a bit of a surprise for you, but it's nothing major. We are just going to be present at school and teachers will tell us more on how our girls are being. Maybe we can befriend some parents too."

"What if one of the boys says something… embarrassing?"

"You mean if they say something 'embarrassing' while their parents are around?"

As much as kids can be dumb, to try and be flirty when the parents are involved would be a bit silly- but not truly out of the window truth be told. It's just that it shouldn't be a common phenomenon.

Nonetheless the news was something of a good thing. I wouldn't say I was too excited about it, but I didn't plan to miss it for anything in this world. The real issue with it was that Shirley wanted to make a good impression and… we spent the rest of the day checking the local tailor for anything that could be fancy but not too much.

It was a hassle, but at least our daughters had fun 'helping' us (in truth, they both were all for the teasing they could get out of the both of us during the experience).

And as our usual day went on, the peace we had both regained after that little fright was soon to be ruined by an unwarranted… 'reclamation'.


Today shall be the day of our reclamation!

That's the motto behind the current invasion unfolding through the Dragon Lands' border.

Formed up in a column bristling with fangs and claws, an army of Dragons was flying against the wind. A normal peasant would be stricken with fear at the loud earth-shaking roars of those mighty monsters, and even veterans of wars against those beasts would be quaking in their boots before the sight of so many dragons 'marching' forward.

After all such an event was outright preposterous to imagine manifesting upon reality: a rebellion from Dragon Kings against their own God. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the direst crisis in the history of the Kingdom, a grand invasion mounted to take the head of a Dragon God.

The peaceful days that people thought would roll on undisturbed forever were about to be trampled by the ambitions of the fiercest monsters in the region. The deed was done, the border was bypassed and the siege will happen within the next day. This Kingdom will be subjected to true pain and wrath from those that sought to loot it to the ground. No more mercy for those inferior to them!

Three were the leaders, each manifesting viciousness enough to be deemed by some as the 'newest generation of Evil Dragons'. But to them, this was not a matter of good and evil- it was one of might making justice, of blood making history, of their claims of supremacy being dignified by the destruction of humans.

With the most powerful combined army of Dragons at their disposal, this Campaign of Conquest was within their grasp. But even as their pride and eagerness for war clouded their minds, some of their minions were rather perplexed by the news that their forward scouts had been decimated by Adventurers in the span of less than a week.

While War was expected, not everyone was sold into the idea of this being an easy battle. Not at all.


With the shopping over, a day went by as I signed down the date for the Visitation Day in about four days from now.

Shirley was appeased by the clothes we bought, beaming as she managed to convince Tio and Sophia to also try out some clothes- finding a couple that further boosted their 'cute factor' much to the girls' adorable embarrassment.

The town was in a state of true calm and quiet as I was handling some reshuffling of the wood supply as winter was coming and we needed to make sure no bad log was around to spoil the rest. It was around lunchtime that a particular piece of news got to me through Shirley. The woman returned with a frown on her face and a message in her hands coming from…

"Canary is back?"

The parchment read: 'Meet me tonight at 8 at the Guild's Training Square. You too, John.' A bit of a surprise for the witch to be back so soon from her months-long strolling. After all, she had long dropped out from a sedentary lifestyle after having been the Demon Lady for centuries in the past.

What changed? The hero back at that time, a fellow isekai'd individual, showed her love. And business. And lots of pranking. I wouldn't be wrong in saying that Shirley hated Canary due to how much she had channeled her inner Mesugaki in those instances. The fact that she was already aware of what most of those Japanese terms meant to the point of defining herself as 'Not only the Golden Witch, but also the Golden Lolibaba' was quite 'cringeworthy' at times.

I didn't hate her. In fact, I kind of had a soft spot on the short lady. But… I was also worried about what kind of influence she may be around our girls.

"That's what it seems," Shirley commented quietly. "What would the witch want from us?"

"It has to be big," I remarked, Shirley's scowl shifting into one of concern.

"She returned too early than she had promised. It has to be quite important."

We both nodded at this and, as the day progressed and we got our girls to sleep, Shirley and I left the house to check on this matter. The woman was still cautious around the horned 'Witch', while I was curious to see what the girl was up to.

Once we got to our destination… We were greeted by the powerful witch herself.

"Shirley, John, it's been so long~!" The owner of the voice was a petite lady that manifested from 'nothing'.

The Golden Witch was blessed by Dimensional Powers. Not to the point of stepping into dimensions herself or dragging others through different universes, but she could harness the power in a similar way to the Nasuverse's Kaleidostick. The infinite power of these dimensions within the limitations offered by her biology and magic.

Her beauty was also unholy, a mixture of how one would normally feel in first meeting Shirley mixed with the innocence of the twins. That plus her most defining traits which was not her pair of horns. No, it was her hair.

Royally blonde and yet unholy of gaze due to her bloody red eyes, Canary was known as the Golden Witch for two simple reasons. One was her straight blonde hair that reached down to her feet and manifested royalty to those that didn't know better, and her bank account as she owned more than 30% of the Kingdom's revenue.

She was powerful, rich, and a bratty bitch.

"Nihi~, you two look so surprised! I bet I gave you a scare or something."

"Canary-"

"Mama is more than fine, John!" The blonde beamed mirthfully. "After all, we are related by interdimensional means!"

The logic was too meta to understand or even recognize at this point. But it made the girl mellow around me as she had to be a 'doting mother to her interdimensional son as my late papa would be ashamed of her if she didn't'. The levels of insanity behind that were quite questionable and unquestionable.

"Canary, let us… go straight to the point," Shirley pushed forth, pausing briefly at the flat look given to her by the witch.

"Always the party-pooper, Shirley. But sure, I suppose we can skip to that…"

Faking a cough, Canary shifted her posture to appear quite serious. I could see her expression morphing into one of genuine irritation.

"So, the reason why I got called back and I have to get you two on board with this is related to your recent mission, John. The one about the Dragons you had to slay."

I frowned. "What about it?"

"Well, it has been confirmed these dragons had been placed in that area to 'gauge' our reaction time."

"That would mean that-" Shirley started to say, only for Canary to drop the bomb there.

"Dragon Kings Beowulf, Vritra and Fafnir have moved their armies to attack the Royal Capital."

What?

A Dragon King is the second highest ranked existence in their race, and, in the eight different directions of the world, there exist eight mighty dragon kings who each hold their own dominion.

Siegfried of the North.

Fafnir of the Northeast.

Susanoo of the East.

Vritra of the Southeast.

Georgios of the South.

Aži Dahāka of the Southwest.

Beowulf of the West.

Níðhöggr of the Northwest.

Above them the Dragon God existed as both their ruler and 'warden' due to how highly destructive those monsters could get. And in recent times, the Dragon God had embraced a path of neutrality for his race. It was clear that not everyone was respecting it.

"Shouldn't the Dragon God-"

"Aion is a snuggly fellow. If I have to be blunt, his extremely peaceful mood had made some of the more warmongering Dragon Kings upset, so they are interested in defying his rule."

Canary's comment was vitriolic, but it was clearly aimed at Aion for this disaster.

"I have already mobilized all A-Rank Heroes to assist in the capital. I will use my magic to provide them with covering that front too," Canary hummed before glancing first at me and then at Shirley. "Your mission shall not be to join this group, but to provide assistance when the order of evacuation will be given for this town with the rest of the B-Class Adventurers as the Dragon King of the West is planning to pass through it for the Capital."

"I suppose there are plans to-"

"Restore it? No," Canary admitted with a tiny hint of sadness. "I am afraid that's not in the plans."

"We are not running!" Shirley angrily remarked, perhaps remembering the time when we had to be on the run for years and… I couldn't blame her for this irritation.

"Is there something else we can do?" I asked.

"Weeeeeell, you can go and deal with that directly. But it's quite far so you may need someone that can teleport you there and I know someone that could do it for a price-"

"John can," Shirley interrupted flatly, smiling smugly as she saw Canary pause in her amused speech.

"No, he can't."

"I can."

"You definitely cannot!"

"S-Sorry, got a bit worked up here," Canary excused herself nervously, but I smiled smugly at that.

"Oh, it's alright. I suppose it has to do with the fact neither of us is going to be putting on those servants' clothes you bought recently."

"Yeah, that's about…" The witch paused, her eyes widening immediately as she realized she was in the crap with that stunt. "...How?"

"I know the mailman, and you sure paid extra to have it protected. A butler outfit for me and three maids outfits for Shirley, Sophia and Tio."

Shirley frowned harshly at that. "I was wondering how you were going to introduce us to that."

"I…It was just a joke. I am… sorry?"

"We will talk about this later. I believe Shirley and I have a bigger issue to face," I replied calmly, turning to my wife. "We will go tomorrow and-"

"Kill the bastard that dares to have our daughters' Visitation Day ruined."

I nodded. "That sounds about right."

As we bid a good night to the Golden Witch, I could tell from the prankful glean in her gaze that the former Demon Queen was far from done with us.

So, as we started to prepare our bags for our excursion the next day, I made sure that the girls were aware of what to do around this peculiar individual.


Canary was butthurt. That's one way to describe the feeling of getting her fun plans ruined like this.

As much as she was a good girl due to the promise she made to her long-dead husband, the Witch was still owing to her chore of being a demon. She had to screw with people's lives for the shit and giggles here and there, and Shirley had always been a fun gal to poke fun with. Same for Johnny.

That boy was her favorite! Not only was he the 'second coming of her hubby' due to how he came to this world, but he was clearly very in love with that silly girl and holding back from putting a baby in her because of their harsh past. But time passes and they will have to both accept intimacy.

She just wanted to push that, have them both shake their butts so the other could get hot and bothered enough to initiate shit. But no. John was her baby boy for a reason- meta or not, the young man knew how to fuck around her fucking around. And the way he just predicted what sort of prank she had been up to was equally frustrating and worthy of pride.

After all, she had 'taught' the boy to be this cautious around others. She made him stronger in the mind, leaving him to then be strong of the body and tactical memery. Deep down, Canary loved Johnny as her genuine son. Not only could he understand her references and make some only she could get, but he was also someone that didn't hate her.

In fact, his irritation was due to her immediate actions and never going too deep or far after each of those. Then again, she was going on trips so frequently that there wasn't much of a lasting interaction anyway.

Still! Her plan wasn't dead yet. Not when she had another way to get a deal out of that family through their kids. It was just a simple prank, nothing crazy, and she knew what she was doing.

So, after making sure that John and Shirley had left to teleport into the battlefield against the Dragon King of the West's Army, she decided to 'check on their house'. The girls were inside, she could sense them. So, Canary went to teleport through the front door, finding both girls chatting about either standing up awake later that night for their parents' return or not.

"Perhaps it's best for you two to go back to bed at that time," She hummed, smiling mirthfully as she got the twins to jump.

"W-What?" Sofia exclaimed, blue eyes flashing surprise. "Who are you?"

"That's… that's the guild master. Canary?"

"That's my name, yes. I am glad we can skip introductions then," Canary hummed, loving this setup already. "Now, I came here to-"

"Wait!" Sophia exclaimed, rushing to pick up something in another room and leaving both Tio and Canary confused.

Then, the girl returned with a piece of paper and, after clearing her throat, read it to the two.

"'In case a horned lady called Canary comes by and wants to make deals, then press this seal and put some magic in it.' Tio, come here."

Canary frowned deeply as she saw the other twin walk up to touch the seal. She was surprised that she could hear this message in John's voice, which meant that-

Right as her brain caught up to what was going on, the Witch had just enough time for her eyes to widen in fright as a beam of light struck her in the head. The first thing she did as the beam dissipated was to check what was going on but… her body was fine, her magic was fine and…

"What did that- wait, what?!"

The twins appeared stunned as they realized the Witch's voices had now turned into a squeaky one.

"Oh no, this is not happening," The horned girl growled squeakily, casting more diagnostic spells and realizing that… she couldn't detect the source of the squeaky voice spell. "I am so- Grrr, I should have known Johnny had something planned for this."

"Yeah, papa doesn't like mean pranksters like you," Sophia spoke back angrily. "This here says that you want to make a deal with us by trying to 'help' Mama and Papa at the expense of something silly. We are not dumb."

"You are. And you squeak," Tio jumped in with a dry tone.

"I am not dumb!" Canary squeaked with an irritated look. "Urgh! John got me again! I will punish him for good next time!"

Huffing and puffing, Canary used her magic to get out of that awkward situation, knowing that, deep down, she deserved this. What she couldn't accept was, however, the fact that she had to go around and speak with the King and Nobles with that stupid voice.

Goddamn you, John. You got me good this time!


Beowulf was King. Thus was the mindset he kept. One of dignified supremacy over weakling, of grand leader to those that answered to his call and as a role model to those that sought to be great in their own ways.

In three days, they would have met the first of many human settlements and sow the path with pure destruction. His troops were ready, the dragons were thirsting for human blood and glory. They wouldn't be going back home without claiming Glory.

All was meant to happen within calm and ruthless planning. Everything was stacked in their favor- the odds were with them. So…

How did everything collapse so suddenly in his army?

Beowulf didn't believe in superstition, and yet his soldiers were quick to pray to Aion as soon as the first few lines were devastated by magical slashes from a sword master, while large mana bombs vaporized some more.

He held strong as he believed in his centuries-proved strength. He was the Dragon King of the West and he was among the mightiest beings this world was aware of. But as the attackers approached, confirming with their presence that it was just two humans doing all this damage, he couldn't help but feel something he had to endure with the previous Dragon God.

Fear. The sight of someone that was smaller than him and yet able to accomplish feats that went into the realm of the divine. The powerful attack densely shattered his army. Not even his closest subordinates, rushing to deter the offensive, were able to fend off from that onslaught. And soon… he was before them.

"Who are you that craves a quick death from me, Beowulf the Dragon King of the West-"

Before he could finish, pain assaulted him. It would be wrong to say it was a single attack that got him in a near-death state.

The swordswoman, looking quite vicious in the brief instance he could see her in action, cut into his arms, tearing them off his body with a single precise swing. The magician beside her conjured fire so intense that scorched his legs to ashes.

Finally two magical lances conjured by the woman slammed through his chest, shredding his lungs and lastly a magic mallet struck him from behind slamming him down and crushing his wings in the process.

Paralyzed by fear and agony, Beowulf was… crying. And soiling the ground beneath him.

This was… not a war. This was a nightmare. The worst possible as it made him feel as weak as he felt when he hatched from his egg.

"Why?"

The woman snarled. "That's for having us almost miss our baby girls' first Parents' Visitation Day!"

The explanation didn't make any sense, but to a sane individual of the human kind did: hell hath no fury like a woman scorned for almost missing one of her children's most important moments.

"W-What?" was Beowulf's last word as he was greeted by a combined blast that tore him into nothingness.

In less than a few hours, the Dragon King of the West and his Army were demolished before they had the means to claim any settlements. A feat worthy of… interest from others.


"Phew! That was the last of them, was it?"

Shirley was looking around, scanning the battlefield we created by erasing a few sections of the mighty forest to destroy the drakes. Corpses were littering the scorched ground, no Dragon surviving that massacre.

Soon the woman was nodding and smiling back at me. "We did it."

I smiled back, but then noticed it had gotten quite dark. Getting back home at this point would be a bit risky.

"Should we set up a camp for the night?"

The woman nodded and we both soon started to get all that was needed to create a safe area to put on a tent, a campfire, and some wards to keep away animals and monsters.

We got in the tent, sleeping one beside the other and… Shirley snuggled on my chest, staring intensely at my face.

"Yes?"

I opened my eyes and saw her blushing a bit, clearly bothered by something embarrassing. I just didn't expect that topic to come up.

"Can we try to have a baby?"

"You mean… here?"

"At home. I want to be… tied to you for good, husband."

I blinked, staring up as I realized the implication of what I just heard while Shirley was hiding her face on my chest out of pure unease at what she had just uttered and then…

"Oh."

'Oh' indeed.