“Christine, huh?” Kiara eyed the yuki-onna, still sitting on Iris’s and Lilian’s laps, reading from the tablet that Lilian was holding while still somehow managing to argue with Iris—multi-tasking at its finest. “She likes the brat?”
“I would assume so.”
“Damn. He really is building his own harem.”
“It’s not a harem!” Kevin shouted suddenly.
The bright sun shone down on their vehicle as they emerged from the tunnel and left Neo Seiryuu.
Since Kevin was driving—Kotohime didn’t know how to drive and Kiara only had one arm—they’d dropped Kiara off first. She’d told him to keep the van until he could get a car of his own. Kevin had gratefully accepted the gesture and driven home after Lilian gave a proper farewell to Kandice.
Arizona, or at least Phoenix, had changed significantly since the war first started. What had once been a mostly pristine city that sprawled out for hundreds of miles was now a wreck. Buildings remained gutted. Once towering structures had been toppled. However, repairs were underway, and Kevin could see the effort all of the construction workers were putting in to rebuilding the once large city.
There still weren’t that many ordinary people wandering about, but that was because the process of relocating nearly 100,000 people from Neo Seiryuu was a slow one. Also, most of the people who hadn’t moved to Neo Seiryuu had moved out of the state entirely, leaving it as something of an empty husk. Kevin suspected that people would begin moving back now that the war had ended.
Due to their contributions to the war, Mack and the US government had built a house for Kevin and his kitsune family. It would be weird living in an actual home. Kevin had lived in apartments all his life. However, he couldn’t deny the appeal of having a larger living space.
“Am I going the right way, Lilian?” he asked.
Lilian looked at the GPS sitting on her lap. “Hm, looks like it. Just take another left turn up here.”
Now that Kiara, Kandice, and Sarah were gone, Iris and Christine were sitting in the back. They weren’t bickering, which was odd, but Kevin believed that had something to do with their conversation.
“I’m not sure if it would be a good idea to add leather to my outfit,” Christine was saying.
“What are you talking about? You’re wearing the traditional goth loli dress. Adding leather can only be a good thing,” Iris rebutted.
“But leather is uncomfortable to wear…”
“Then only wear it as an accessory instead of something like, say, a bodice. How about a thong?”
“Why the hell would I wear a leather thong?!”
Kevin shook his head. Taking the left turn that Lilian had mentioned, he pressed on the brakes, slowing to a stop when he reached a large gate. Gleaming with green paint, the wall and gate before them was reminiscent to a gated community, only on a smaller scale. It didn’t seem to cover enough space to be an actual community. At the same time, it was large enough that he didn’t think someone would bother building a single house inside it.
“Lilian?”
“Yes, Beloved?”
“Is there supposed to be a gated community here?”
“Not that I know of… ah! But there was a gate code in the email. Maybe it’s a new community.”
Kevin didn’t know why, but he had a strange feeling—not a bad one, just an unusual one, like something was about to happen. “What’s the gate code?”
“8825.”
After punching the code into a small access panel situated next to the gate, there was a soft beep, and then the gate opened. Kevin pushed on the gas and slowly drove through. There was only one road for him to follow, and it twisted around in a slow bend that kept him from being able to see where it was heading. Cactus and several large trees also blocked off his view of their surroundings.
When they finally reached the end, what they found was nothing like what he’d been expecting to find.
“Lilian?”
“Yes, Beloved?”
“That is not a house.”
“Well… if you want to get technical, it is.”
“That is not a house. It’s a mansion.”
The “house” that Kevin and the others found themselves looking at was, indeed, a large mansion. It possessed a very modern aesthetic, being composed from a combination of gray bricks, floor to ceiling windows, and numerous geometric shapes that combined into a single building of at least two stories. While he was not good at estimating size, it looked to be at least several thousand square feet—maybe even an entire acre. The front yard was also large. It came complete with a desert landscape, a flat driveway with a three-car garage, and a path leading up to a gate built into a miniature tower composed of stone.
Iris whistled. “I’m liking this place already.”
“Are you sure this is the right place?” Christine asked.
Lilian’s cheeks swelled like balloons as she pouted. “Of course, I am. Beloved followed my directions perfectly.”
“Maybe you’re just bad at giving directions,” Christine suggested.
“Hawa…”
“Stop using your mother’s catchphrase!” Kevin and Christine shouted at the same time.
“Ufufu,” Kotohime giggled as she unbuckled her seatbelt. Kevin felt sweat trickle down his face when he saw that, even in the car, she was sitting in seiza. “I can confirm this with Mack-dono, but I believe that this is, indeed, our new residence.”
“But, there’s already a car in the driveway.” Kevin pointed at a large black limousine. It was a sleek model that he couldn’t help but think was foreign. Its more streamlined design gave it a foreign appearance.
Lilian and Iris looked at each other.
“You don’t think…” Iris started.
Lilian shuddered. “I pray to Inari that’s not the case.”
“Care to share whatever’s on your mind?” Christine asked with a raised an eyebrow.
“Ufufufu, Iris-sama and Lilian-sama are probably just worried about our new roommates.”
Roommates? Kevin frowned, but he decided not to ask. It sounded like there were people waiting for them inside.
After parking the van, Kevin and the others vacated the vehicle and walked up to the front. Kotohime had the keys, so she unlocked and held the gate open, allowing them to enter. They went through one by one, entering what appeared to be an open courtyard.
They were halted from going further by several people standing before the front door. He recognized all of them. They were the female members of the Pnevma Clan. Delphine, their nine-tailed matriarch with breasts bigger than her head; Daphne, the oldest of her daughters and a seven-tailed kitsune of considerable power and beauty; Aster and Azalea, the twincest lesbians; Marigold who was known as the clan’s angel; Holly and Ivy, the mother/daughter scientist duo; the tiny Violet who kept her tattas carefully concealed with breast bindings; and Jasmine, the youngest of Delphine’s children. All of them were present, which caused Lilian and Iris to gawk like they were seeing ghosts.
And standing in front of this massive group of beauties was a woman who Kevin would never fail to recognize.
“M-Mom?!”
“Kevin!”
Kevin’s mom, a youthful woman with light brown hair and blue eyes, rushed up to him and engulfed him in a hug. While he was a little embarrassed about being hugged by his mom in front of so many people, he was so relieved to see her that he hugged back without thinking about it.
“I’m so glad you’re all right,” Kevin said.
“That’s my line.” His mom seemed more emotional than usual. She was actually crying. “I was so worried about you.”
As he and his mom shared a touching reunion, more voices echoed all around them.
“Hawa! It’s Mama! Hi, Mama!” Camellia shouted as she waved at her mother.
“Ugh, I can’t believe that old bat brought the whole family,” Iris groaned.
“Hmph.” Delphine snorted. “Now that’s just rude.”
/> “Don’t disrespect the matriarch, you little brat!” Daphne shouted at Iris.
Iris glanced at the seven-tailed kitsune with a disinterested glare. “Oh, you’re still alive, Daphne?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“We’re here, too! Don’t forget about us!” Aster and Azalea said.
“Oh, it’s the yuri twins!” Iris exclaimed.
“Heya, Iris. You’re looking sexy as always. How about a threesome to celebrate our reunion?” the two offered.
Iris buffed her nails. “Sorry, girls, but I’m in a relationship now.”
Everything screeched to a halt. Even Kevin and his mom broke apart when an awkward silence fell over the group. Kevin disengaged from hugging his mom to look at the family of kitsune.
“D-did I hear right?” Aster, or maybe it was Azalea, asked. “Did Iris just say no to a threesome?”
“Uhuhu.” Puffing up her chest, Iris grabbed Kevin and Lilian by the arms and pulled them to her. “That’s right, dear aunties. I’m in a relationship with this Studmuffin and Lily-pad.”
“Studmuffin?” Kevin nearly gagged on the word.
“Wait. You mean you’re with a man?” one of the identical twins asked, her nose wrinkling.
“That’s what you got from this?” Kevin asked.
“Iris has been sullied by a cock,” the other twin said.
“Don’t speak about such things where everyone can hear you!” Kevin and Christine shouted.
“Oh, my. Who is this?” asked Delphine as she looked at the frightened Christine.
Kevin froze. It had been a long time since he’d last seen her, but Delphine, the matriarch of the Pnevma Clan and one of the three Kyūbis, looked every bit as stunning as he remembered. Her silver hair was artfully arrayed in delicate swirls that allowed her slender neck to be seen. The dress that she wore—a red ensemble that glittered as she moved and had a single slit running up the side, revealing a single beautiful leg—was enchanting. Of course, her legs were the last place most people would have looked. In fact, Kevin was positive that no straight male would’ve been able to move past her breasts, each of which were about the size of his head.
“Well, Lilian, Iris? Why don’t you introduce me to this wonderful child?” Delphine said with a gesture.
“C-c-child?!” Christine shrieked, pointing a quivering finger at Delphine. “Listen here, Breasticalsaurus Rex! I’m not a child! I’m sixteen years old!”
“Oh, dear.” Delphine raised a hand to her lips. “This child has a mouth on her.”
Steam rose from Christine’s head. Her face had turned a bright, angry red, like a murderous apple that had gained sentience and decided to eat people. With her body quivering from head to toe, and her eyes glowing with a demonic aura, she truly looked like something out of a horror novel.
“THAT DOES IT! I’M GONNA MURDER YOU!”
“Ack! Wait, Christine! You don’t want to do that! She’s a Kyūbi!”
“Let go of me, Lilian! Let go of me so I can SHOVE MEAT HOOKS THROUGH THAT HAG’S TITS!”
“Uh… I don’t think you want to do that,” Iris said. “The old hag might not look it, but she is one of the strongest creatures in existence.”
Delphine huffed, causing her massive boobs to jiggle. “I take offense to being called an ‘old hag.’”
“I DON’T CARE! I’M GONNA MURDER THIS BITCH!”
As Lilian and Iris struggled to hold down an enraged Christine, who must have had the power of rage fueling her strength, Kevin gave the Pnevma matriarch the evil eye.
“You did that on purpose,” he accused.
Delphine’s smile was as beautiful as it was devious. “Why, whatever do you mean, dear boy?”
It’s just as I suspected. Kevin groaned to himself. This woman is pure evil.
A party took place at the new Swift’s residence that night. It was quite the raucous party indeed. Kevin should have expected it, but even he was taken aback by how noisy the festivities were.
Kevin didn’t know the specifics, but according to what his mom and Delphine told him, the war between humans and yokai in Europe was also winding to a close. Of course, this had come after a war that was every bit as bloody as the one they had experienced in the United States.
The party was a confusing jumble of voices. Kevin was trying to keep up with all the conversations, but he was honestly having a terribly hard time of it. So many people were talking at once. Of course, most of these people had broken off into groups.
During the party, Lilian spent her time regaling Marigold with her “epic quests” during the war.
“Oh, my. Did you really do that?” Marigold would ask, a hand raised to her mouth in surprise.
Lilian, a massive grin curling her lips, placed her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest. “I sure did! Beloved and I were like a couple of shōnen heroes kicking ass and taking names! We were awesome!”
Marigold giggled at her niece’s enthusiasm. “I’m sure that you were. It sounds like you have grown really strong.”
While Lilian wove more tales for Marigold, using wild hand gestures to emphasize her story, Iris was busy grossing out Aster and Azalea by telling them about her sexcapades with him and Lilian.
“And then I went down on him and—-”
“I don’t want to hear it!” Aster shouted, holding a hand to her ears. “Speak of this no more!”
Also covering her ears, Azalea nodded emphatically.
Aster and Azalea were identical twins with stunning silver hair and bright eyes. Because they looked identical, it was impossible to tell them apart. Everything from the generous proportions of their bodies to the features of their faces was the exact same. They even wore the same one-shoulder strap toga, which meant no one could actually tell them apart, not even their own mother.
“But really,” Iris continued, and he would have assumed she was heedless of her aunts’ rising horror were it not for her vicious grin. “The musky scent of a man is a lot different than a woman.”
Aster and Azalea both screamed.
“Ha! Look at this girl! She’s even shorter than me!” Violet—the incredibly tiny, yet busty three-tails—laughed as she pointed at Christine, who looked ready to blow her top.
“Who the hell are you calling short, tiny tot?!”
“You, of course! Not only are you a midget, but you’re small in the other way that matters, too.” As if to emphasize her point, Violet thrust out her chest. The two objects, which looked like a pair of beach balls on her tiny frame, bounced.
Christine saw red. “Who the hell would want to date a girl as short as you with those disgusting blobs of fat on your chest?!”
“E-excuse me?!”
“You heard me!”
“I think someone needs to be taught a lesson!”
“Bring it, bitch!”
And thus the two began to fight—until Kotohime and Kirihime pulled them away from each other.
They weren’t the only ones who’d gotten in on the festivities. Holly and her daughter Ivy had tried to convince Kevin to let them experiment on him. He’d been reticent and attempted to run away. They probably would have caught him were it not for Delphine, who’d informed the pair that, because he was Lilian’s mate, he was off-limits for experimentation.
“The only way you’d be allowed to experiment on him was if you ended up joining his harem,” she’d said.
“There is no harem!” had been Kevin’s emphatic response.
“Master,” Jasmine said with her dead eyes. “I had not realized you were building a harem. In that case, please allow this worthless slave to become your wanton whore.”
Jasmine was the youngest of Delphine’s daughters at 121 years old. She looked like an abnormally beautiful girl of maybe twelve or thirteen, with short silver hair and equally silver eyes. Out of all the kitsune Delphine had given birth to, she was the one who most resembled her mother—minus the fact that she was flat as a billboard.
“Y
ou be quiet!” Kevin snapped.
And, of course, Kevin’s mom had been quite taken in with Camellia—or at least, she’d been taken in with the buxom woman’s body proportions.
“Camellia, your boobs are astounding! And you have such a thin waist!”
“H-hawa! That tickles!”
“What size are these? E-cups? F-cups?”
“Camellia doesn’t knooooow.”
“Mom! Stop groping my mate’s mother!”
“But… look at these things…”
“Um… Mistress Karen, could you please halt your groping of Lady Camellia?” Kirihime requested in a polite but embarrassed voice.
“Ha… fine.” Kevin’s mom released Camellia’s breasts from her indomitable grasp.
Sometime during the party, Delphine had made a shocking announcement.
“Before we continue celebrating the end of a vicious war, I have a couple of announcements to make. First, thanks to the war, our clan has been displaced. Our island is no longer livable, and many of our people have been scattered. While I intend to rebuild our clan, we need a place to stay. Mack has graciously allowed us to live here in Phoenix as a courtesy to Lilian and Iris for their deeds in helping end the war.”
Kevin suspected there was another reason that Mack had allowed them in. The Four Saints had been responsible for keeping yokai clans out of the United States, but Mack did not have their strength, and the only member of that group left was Sarah, whose amnesia had caused her mind to regress to that of a child. With the Four Saints now gone, there was nobody powerful enough to keep yokai clans from intruding on this country if they chose to.
“So… we’re all going to be living together?” Lilian murmured with a frown. “I’m not sure I like that idea.”
“So long as no one invades our love nest, I don’t care where they live,” Iris declared, which earned her a disgusted look from Christine.
“Kevin.” He stiffened when Delphine addressed him. “It seems that we will be in your care for some time. I hope that you will come to see us as your family during these times.”
“Uh… yeah, I’m sure I will,” Kevin hedged.
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