"Master… where is this place?"
The dominated Annie was forced by the brand of control to call him "Master." She could feel her thoughts were free, yet she couldn't resist—or harm herself.
From the moment she arrived, Annie had been staring around in confusion. Everything was completely unfamiliar.
"Leave her to Echidna. She'll be curious about a Titan."
For now, ordinary people still couldn't enter the Chaos Domain; only Apostles of Sin and Angels of Salvation could pass.
Angel of Salvation? Annie clearly had no hope there.
An Apostle, then.
There was indeed sin on Annie. With a flex of will, Tatsuki converted her into an Apostle of Sin.
"I…"
Annie felt her body change from human to Apostle—almost like a fallen angel. She looked at Tatsuki with fear. Fallen angel… a demon… is Tatsuki a demon?
Tatsuki ignored her, speaking inwardly to his Apostle of Sin, Echidna.
"Echidna, I've got a gift for you."
"Oh? Is this what humans call wooing?"
"Do I need to woo you? You belong to me."
"What a possessive master. But I adore unhidden desires—just like my desire to know."
"Come out and see."
Echidna manifested in the room. Tatsuki slid an arm around her slender, soft waist without the slightest scruple.
Leaning back into him, Echidna tilted her chin; her hands reached behind to touch his hair. Tatsuki understood her thought and bent to meet her.
They sank into a deep kiss, one atop the other, completely ignoring Annie and Kanae.
Kanae was long used to it. Annie, however, began to doubt her earlier assumption—would a demon do something like this?
After a moment, their lips parted. A soft, sultry glow rose in Echidna's eyes, and a heat-haze of allure seemed to drift from her skin.
Her gaze slid to Annie. "So this is the gift, Master?"
Breathing in the clean scent of Echidna's silver hair, Tatsuki answered, relaxed, "Mm. She has a power to transform into a Titan. I figured you'd be interested."
"My master knows me so well. I'm very interested. Would you like some Donna tea?"
"The customized kind?"
"Of course—if that's what you prefer." Echidna's mouth curved playfully.
Tatsuki lifted her delicate chin. "I'm very thirsty right now, Echidna. Can you oblige me?"
Echidna: "Let's find out."
Tatsuki didn't hesitate. With Echidna, everything was easy.
…
Tatsuki drank tea.
Kanae helped moisten his weapon.
Only Annie stood in the corner, dazed, lost amid the rustle of sounds and the tide-like rhythm.
…
The next morning.
Tatsuki slept in, unwilling to wake while hugging a warm, soft body.
"Tatsuki! Get up already!"
Eriri's indignant shout echoed through the room.
"Tch—!"
Tatsuki jerked awake, sucking in a sharp breath—not because Eriri startled him, but because his weapon had been… bitten.
Echidna? Kanae? That didn't make sense—their technique was usually smooth.
He lifted the bulging quilt in puzzlement.
"..."
Eriri and Tatsuki froze at the same time.
A cat?!
"Morning, T-Tatsuki!" Hair a mess, Neko let go with her mouth and grinned sheepishly in greeting.
"???"
Once he'd dressed and gotten up, Tatsuki asked Neko and Kanae what happened.
He finally learned that Neko had woken in the middle of the night and, together with Annie, switched to Viewing Mode. At dawn, Echidna took Annie back to the Sin Realm—and then Neko… did that.
Why? Her answer: "Kanae and Echidna both did it. I was so curious!"
Because of curiosity, Neko copied Kanae and Echidna.
So—this was the result.
Curiosity killed the cat, as they say.
Tatsuki could only rub his forehead, momentarily at a loss for words.
Since it had already happened, he could only accept it. Neko was a beautiful girl to begin with; he had no reason to refuse her. Still, that was a matter for later.
Right now, the priority was soothing a jealous Eriri.
With Sayuri beaming from ear to ear, Tatsuki pulled out every trick he had and finally managed to coax Eriri back into a good mood.
Then he helped Eriri stash a whole crate of her doujin into a handy pocket of his self-made spatial storage.
Once everything was sorted, Tatsuki took Eriri and Sayuri out the door.
…
Doujin Convention.
A convention focused on fan-made works—especially secondary-creation based on anime, games, and film/TV.
Here, creators display and trade their works—artbooks, music, games, and more.
It's also a place for like-minded fans to meet and learn from one another.
The one Eriri attended even allowed adult doujin. Eriri's area was the R-18 doujin zone. People could browse and buy.
Eriri sold under her circle/pen name Kashiwagi Eri. In the past, she had to wrap herself up head-to-toe. Now—no need at all.
In everyone else's eyes, Eriri and Sayuri's faces looked blurred, and somehow that felt normal.
Tatsuki had quietly nudged the visual and sensory perception of everyone inside the convention. That way, Eriri and Sayuri didn't need to hide.
Both girls were delighted—his spatial ability was the ultimate buff for hauling merch.
They hustled all morning and sold out quickly.
After all, Kashiwagi Eri was famous; people came specifically for her. More importantly, Eriri's art had that undeniable feel.
Tatsuki sold while flipping through the books—and the more he read, the more it got to him. But there was one very strange point.
While they were packing up, he finally asked, "Eriri, why are the male leads' weapons so… large?"
Truly gigantic. Each one was absurdly ferocious—even he thought it was over the top.
Inside, one delicate heroine after another had her belly pushed into a dramatic bulge.
Eriri and Sayuri traded a look and both turned shy.
Eriri fidgeted with her fingers, head down, scuffing her shoe. Her voice went tiny. "The size and shape are… they're traced from… from yours, Tatsuki."
Sayuri softly added, "Almost a one-to-one ratio, too."
"Hah?"
In that instant Tatsuki became the subway uncle staring at his phone—full of question marks.
He had no idea whether it was appropriate to say holy sh— out loud.
Holding the doujin in hand, he was, for once, at a loss for words.
From a third-person angle, watching an almost perfect replica of his own weapon at work in the pages, ravaging heroine after heroine… the feeling was truly indescribable.
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