SAK Chapter 10 Dragon Wine

Kobayashi’s Apartment

The plates were stacked neatly, the last traces of Tohru’s cooking reduced to crumbs and sauce smudges. The warm hum of a satisfied meal lingered in Kobayashi’s apartment as everyone settled into their places around the table. It was then that Lucoa, humming softly to herself, reached into the bag she’d brought with her and produced a tall, elegant bottle with a deep red label.

“I thought this would be perfect,” Lucoa said, setting it down with a flourish. The glass gleamed under the light. “A special wine I brought when I heard Tohru had a new home. A good way to celebrate with everyone, don’t you think?”

Kobayashi’s eyes immediately locked onto the bottle. Her calm, tired office-worker face lit up like a child staring at a new toy. “Wine…” She whispered reverently, adjusting her glasses. “Yes, that’s perfect.”

But even in her excitement, her practical side chimed in. She held up her hand firmly. “But don’t serve it to Issei or Kanna. They’re both underage.”

Lucoa tilted her head, genuinely puzzled. “Underage?”

“Yes,” Kobayashi said flatly.

Lucoa blinked, confusion evident. “I don’t understand. Why is that a big deal? Especially for Kanna. By all accounts, she’s already an adult where I come from.”

Kanna, quietly chewing on a piece of meat, gave a slight nod as if to confirm it.

Issei, however, paled when his eyes fell on the bottle. His heart sank, dread creeping into his chest. “N-no… not that…” He looked at the wine as though it were a cursed artifact. “I-I think it’s about time for me to head to bed, actually. Long day, lots of walking, lots of fighting, yeah, a bed sounds great right now.” He shot up from the table like a soldier trying to escape the battlefield.

But Lucoa leaned closer, her smile as soft as honey. “Ara~ don’t go yet, little dragon boy. I have so many questions for you and I’d love to know more about you.”

Issei froze halfway to the door, torn between politeness and pure survival instinct. He rubbed his neck awkwardly. “I-I mean, I’m happy to talk with you, really. But I should probably… You know, retreat to my apartment before things get messy. By the way, uh…” His eyes darted nervously to the bottle. “…how strong is that wine, exactly?”

Lucoa giggled, her breasts bouncing slightly as she tipped the bottle in her hands. “Strong enough to make even a dragon wobble. It’s a very special vintage.”

Issei’s face went pale. ‘Special wine that even affects dragons?! Oh no, no, no, nope—I’m not sticking around for this.’ He spun on his heel, about to bolt for the door—

—but something tackled him from behind.

“Eh—?!” Issei yelped as he was slammed into the tatami and then landed on his back, pinned down by surprisingly heavy hands gripping his shoulders. He looked down and felt his blood run cold.

It was Kobayashi. Her face was flushed beet red, her glasses slightly askew. Her lips parted in an uneven grin, and every other breath came with a hiccup.

“Iseeekyun!” She cooed, her voice unnaturally high-pitched and sweet. “My adorable little nephew! I love you sooo much!” She nuzzled her cheek against his back, giggling like a schoolgirl.

Issei’s eyes bulged. “O-oba-chan?! You’re drunk already?!”

“Hic” Kobayashi hiccupped loudly, rubbing her cheek against him. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to meeee! My sweet, perfect Ise-kyun~!”

Issei’s soul left his body. His aunt, normally stern and practical, was suddenly acting like a lovesick girl, clinging to him with embarrassing affection.

But worse than that was the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Tohru was releasing quite the amount of pressure. Her tail was thumped heavily against the floor, her hands clenching into fists as an ominous, suffocating aura poured from her. Her eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, a dragon’s fury bubbling just beneath her smile.

She whispered, her voice low and chilling. “Kobayashi-san…”

The apartment temperature seemed to drop ten degrees.

Issei, still pinned to the floor by his drunken aunt, broke into a cold sweat. ‘Oh crap. Tohru looks like she’s about to explode! I’m gonna die! I’m definitely gonna die!’

Lucoa, meanwhile, calmly poured herself a glass of the wine, her amused chuckle cutting through the tension. “Fufu~ now this is interesting.”

Kanna, nibbling on a piece of pickled radish, watched the whole thing with her usual calm, though her tail twitched faintly. “…Noisy.” 

Issei writhing beneath the weight of his flushed aunt. “Obaa-chan, let go!” Issei wheezed, trying to pry her arms off. “You’re way too strong!”

And she was. Her grip was like iron. Stronger than iron, even. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t break free. Panic clawed at his chest as he realized the truth, he was a dragon now, and yet he couldn’t overpower his drunk aunt?!

Inside his mind, Ddraig’s voice rumbled, tense and sharp. (Partner, be careful! I can sense something dangerous…)

Issei’s eyes widened. ‘Dangerous?! She’s just drunk!’

(No…) Ddraig growled lowly. (There’s a high concentrated aura of Dragon Slayer energy pouring out of her body. It’s making your strength falter. If she keeps holding onto you, you won’t be able to resist her at all.)

Issei nearly choked. ‘D-d-dragon slayer?! Why does my Oba-chan have a Dragon Slayer aura when she’s drunk?!’

Meanwhile, Kobayashi tightened her hold, pressing her cheek to his chest, her words tumbling out in a pitiful, lovesick whine.

“Ise-kyuuun You haven’t been spending enough time with me!” She pouted, her voice cracking with hiccups. “You’re always with Kanna! Always gone! What about meee?”

“Th-that’s not true!” Issei stammered, face red with embarrassment and fear. “I love spending time with you, Obaa-chan! You’re the best aunt ever!”

But Kobayashi only hiccupped again, her lips trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. She sniffled and clung even tighter, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. “N-no… you don’t mean it. You’re always leaving me… always running off with that mysterious girl…”

Issei froze. Oh no. Not this. Don’t bring her up—

“That Mina!” Kobayashi suddenly shrieked, her tears spilling over. Her jealous glare burned hotter than any dragon’s breath as she shook him like a ragdoll. “That mysterious girl you spend all your time with! She’s trying to steal my precious Issei away from me!”

“EH?!” Issei flailed, his heart leaping out of his chest. “Obaa-chan, it’s not like that! You’ve got it all wrong!”

Tohru, who had been fuming with jealous rage a moment ago, suddenly slumped down beside them, her face as red as Kobayashi’s. She clutched Kobayashi’s arm, sobbing openly.

“Kobayashiiiii~! You only care about Issei! You don’t love me anymore!” she wailed, clinging desperately to her beloved, her tail coiling protectively around Kobayashi’s waist.

“Eh?!” Issei yelped, his panic doubling. His aunt was practically smothering him, his dragon strength suppressed by the strange energy radiating off her, and now Tohru was crying her heart out, clinging to Kobayashi like a drowning woman.

Lucoa leaned back casually, swirling her glass of wine, her breasts jiggling as she laughed softly. “Ara~ this is better entertainment than I expected.”

Issei’s thoughts screamed in chaos as he squirmed, his face buried against the tatami. ‘Ddraig, help! I’m gonna die here, smothered by my aunt’s love!’

(Partner…) Ddraig rumbled grimly. (Good luck.)

Issei’s face pressed against the floor as Kobayashi crushed him against her chest, the smell of alcohol rolling off her like a wave. His mind screamed for help, his voice echoing inward.

‘Ddraig! Come on, buddy, say something and help me!’

Silence.

‘Ddraig?! Don’t do this to me now! I need you! This is life and death—no, this is worse than death!’

Still nothing. As his mind was empty, Issei’s heart sank. ‘I’m… I’m alone in this.’

“ISSEI!” Kobayashi wailed above him, her arms crushing him tighter, her words slurred with drink. “That Mina girl is just a—hic!—a tramp! A witch! A hussy! She’s trying to take you away from me! My precious Issei!”

Issei’s face burned red, his hands scrambling to pry her off. “Obaa-chan, you’re wrong! Mina’s just a friend, I swear! Stop saying stuff like that!”

But Kobayashi wasn’t listening. Her grip was unrelenting, her face burying against his neck, hot tears and hiccups tickling his skin. And then her body flushed warmer, her cheeks glowing scarlet. She fumbled with her shirt collar, tugging it down as she muttered.

“Hot… too hot… I’ll just take this off—”

“EH?!” Issei yelped, eyes bulging as she started fumbling with her blouse buttons. “N-no no no no! Obaa-chan, stop! Keep your clothes on!”

He grabbed her wrists, desperately trying to halt her fumbling fingers, but another set of hands suddenly joined in—helping, not hindering.

“Tohru?!”

Tohru’s golden eyes gleamed, her cheeks as flushed as Kobayashi’s as she hiccupped and grinned. “But Issei, it’s fine! I want to see Kobayashi naked too!” She giggled drunkenly, tugging Kobayashi’s blouse open while her own hands trailed to her maid outfit, pulling the fabric off her shoulders. “If Kobayashi’s taking her clothes off, then I’ll take mine off too, so we can all be closer!”

Issei’s jaw hit the floor. “W-wait, what?! N-no, don’t, BOTH of you start stripping!!”

But the damage was done—fabric fell loose, pale skin flashing in the lamplight. Kobayashi, half-focused, glared and pouted cutely at Tohru even as the dragoness eagerly pressed closer.

Both women could be seen on top of Issei’s body in only their underwear. As Issei does everything to memorise this holy scene.

“Issei’s looking at you,” Kobayashi whined, her lips trembling, “ and not meee… stupid big dragon body…”

Tohru only giggled, pressing her chest proudly against Kobayashi’s side giving a nice view to Issei’s gaze. “Then I’ll just make him look at both of us, Kobayashiii~!”

Issei’s soul left his body, his hands flailing uselessly between the two women as their antics spiraled further out of control. “I-I don’t wanna look at ANYONE right now! Put your clothes back on!!” Issei felt like a sinner for even suggesting that but he really didn’t want his aunt to continue attacking him.

But instead Kobayashi then started to rub her lower body around Issei’s crotch. Which caused a reaction as she suddenly felt something pressing up. “Hehehehe! Issei is really happy! Much bigger than when he was younger!” Kobayashi happily states as she was overjoyed at have caused such a reaction.

Across the room, Kanna tipped back the last of the wine she had quietly poured for herself, setting the cup down with a soft clink. Her usually calm, blank eyes narrowed, her tail flicking with irritation.

She stood, her small frame shadowed in the lamplight, and spoke in her flat but heavy tone. “…Annoying.”

Issei’s eyes snapped toward her in horror. ‘Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. A drunk Kanna is the last thing I need right now!’

The air around her flickered faintly with static, her irritation palpable as she glared at the two women crawling over Issei like they were fighting over a toy.

Lucoa, watching with her usual relaxed smile as she swirled her wine glass, chuckled softly. “Ara~. Looks like things are about to get even livelier.”

The tension in the room snapped like a live wire.

Kanna, normally calm and unreadable, narrowed her eyes as sparks began crackling across her skin. The faint smell of ozone filled the apartment. Her patience, already thin, tore completely as she watched Kobayashi and Tohru pulling and whining over Issei while undressed.

“…Enough,” She muttered flatly, her voice carrying a dangerous hum beneath the monotone.

“K-Kanna, wait—!” Issei managed to cry, but it was too late.

A bright flash lit the apartment as static burst from Kanna’s body, arcing wildly across the room. The shockwave of electricity exploded outward, striking Issei, Tohru, and Kobayashi in one violent jolt.

“GYAAHHH!” Issei screamed, his body jerking as sparks danced across his frame. Tohru shrieked like a banshee, flailing her arms, while Kobayashi hiccupped one last time before collapsing, both of them smoking faintly as the current coursed through them.

When the light dimmed, the scene was absurd.

All three victims sat frozen in place, their hair standing straight up like porcupine quills. Issei’s bangs jutted skyward, his clothes scorched with little black burn marks. Tohru’s hair puffed out in frizzed tufts. Kobayashi’s normally neat bob was sticking out at every possible angle, her glasses somehow hanging crookedly off one ear.

The room reeked of smoke and ozone, small wisps rising from their clothes.

Issei coughed, releasing a small puff of smoke from his mouth like a broken chimney. “…Thanks, Kanna…” He weakly raised a thumb in her direction, still twitching slightly from the residual current. 

Tohru and Kobayashi, however, weren’t so lucky. Both lay sprawled out on the floor, faint smoke trails curling from their bodies, unconscious with little spirals in their eyes.

Kanna brushed invisible dust from her hands and sat back down calmly at the table as though nothing had happened, her face once again blank. “…Annoyance solved.” 

Lucoa set her glass down, finally laughing aloud, her voice deep and sultry. “Fufu~ oh my… you three look absolutely fried. What a sight.”

Issei, still smoldering, groaned as he collapsed onto his side. “Why… does this… always happen to me…?”

Kanna only blinked at him, then nudged his arm gently as the alcohol went away. “…Better now.”

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The apartment had finally gone quiet, save for the soft snores of Kobayashi and Tohru drifting from the bedroom. Issei and Kanna had carefully dragged the two women into bed, tucking them under the blankets despite the faint smell of smoke still clinging onto them. Both lay sprawled out, Kobayashi mumbling something about “Ise-kyun” in her sleep, while Tohru clutched Kobayashi’s arm tightly even in unconsciousness.

Issei wiped his brow, still sore from earlier shocks. “Finally… peace.”

Kanna nodded, pulling the blanket neatly up to Kobayashi’s chin. “…They’ll be fine in the morning. The alcohol should be gone by then.”

Together they slipped quietly out of the room, and soon the three of them—Issei, Kanna, and Lucoa—stood outside the apartment under the cool night air. The half moon could be seen, the streets hushed, a calm silence settling over Saitama.

Lucoa stretched her arms overhead, her long hair flowing in the night breeze. “Ara~ what a night. I really enjoyed coming here and visiting.” She giggled softly, casting Issei a look that made his cheeks heat. “Things certainly weren’t boring.”

Issei slumped against the railing, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion. “I’m glad you had fun, but seriously… I just want to crawl into bed before anything else crazy happens.”

Kanna leaned against his side, quiet as always, but her eyes drifted to Lucoa when the older dragon turned toward her.

“So, Kanna,” Lucoa asked gently, tilting her head, “do you like living in this world?”

For a moment, Kanna didn’t answer. She stared up at the stars, her pale face framed in the faint glow of the apartment lights. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a smile. Not her usual faint expressionless line, but a real, beautiful smile that shone with warmth.

“I absolutely love it,” She said softly. “Because Issei makes every day fun. He makes me feel… less lonely.”

The words pierced Issei like lightning. His breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening at the sight of her radiant smile. ‘Kanna… smiling like that right now, makes her look really beautiful…’

His heart pounded, and he quickly looked away, scratching at his cheek to hide the sudden rush of heat on his face.

Lucoa’s eyes softened, her own smile tender. “I’m glad. To know that both you and Tohru are living your lives here to the fullest… it makes me happy.” She sighed, though her tone remained playful. “It’s such a shame I have to return home soon. I’d love to see more of this world.”

Issei blinked, his exhaustion forgotten. “Wait, return home? Why?” He straightened, a sudden urgency filling his voice. “If you’re so curious, why not just stay with us?”

Both Lucoa and Kanna looked at him, surprised.

“Stay…?” Lucoa repeated, a spark of excitement flickering in her eyes. “Are you saying that’s okay?”

“Of course!” Issei said without hesitation, his grin returning. “My apartment has enough space for the three of us. Plus this way, you and Kanna can spend more time together that way. And…” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, his cheeks still pink. “…I’d be happy too. To have such a beautiful big breasted Onee-san around to talk with.”

Lucoa chuckled, her laughter warm and sultry, her mismatched eyes glinting with amusement. “My, my. You really are a charming young man, aren’t you?” She leaned down slightly, close enough that Issei could smell the faint sweetness of her perfume. “Careful, or I might just take you up on that and never leave.”

Issei gulped, his heart hammering, while Kanna quietly slipped her small hand into his.

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Issei fumbled with his keys, the day’s exhaustion making his hands clumsy, before finally clicking the door open to his apartment. “There we go,” He sighed in relief, swinging it open wide enough for Kanna and Lucoa to follow.

Kanna, silent as ever, slipped in behind him like she always did, her small hands folded neatly in front of her. Lucoa, however, stepped in with the easy grace of someone who never needed to worry about fitting in anywhere. She glanced around the living room, her mismatched eyes roaming over the modest furnishings—the small couch, the low table, the shelves stacked unevenly with Issei’s DVDs and game cases.

“My, my,” Lucoa murmured, a playful smile tugging her lips. “It’s a modest home, but… it feels warm and homie.” She glanced at Issei, her long golden hair swaying as she tilted her head. “You’re taking good care of yourself, hm?”

Issei rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Eh, We try. Kanna helps out too, so it’s not so bad.” He pointed out the kitchen, the bathroom, and finally gestured toward the small bedroom. “So, uh, that’s about it. Not much to show off.”

“It suits you,” Lucoa said warmly, her voice like honey.

Issei felt his ears heat up, so he quickly cleared his throat. “R-right. Anyway, I need to, uh… take care of something real quick.” He hurried toward the bathroom, muttering, “Be right back, you two. Don’t… burn the place down or anything.”

The bathroom door clicked shut, leaving Kanna and Lucoa alone in the quiet apartment.

Kanna moved without hesitation, her small figure padding toward the TV stand. She pressed the power button, the old screen humming to life before she squatted down and pulled a purple console from the shelf. With careful hands, she slotted in a disc and turned it on, the startup chime filling the room.

Lucoa tilted her head curiously, watching as Kanna picked up a controller. “Oh? What’s that?”

“This,” Kanna said plainly, her face bathed in the glow of the TV, “is a GameCube. A tool humans made for entertainment.” She pressed a button, the screen flashing with colorful characters. A small man with a red cap and a mustache appeared, running across a scrolling world filled with bricks, turtles, and strange mushrooms.

Lucoa blinked, then leaned forward with interest. “Ara~ how strange… he’s stomping on turtles? And eating mushrooms? What’s the point?”

Kanna’s small fingers moved deftly over the controller. “The purpose is to clear obstacles and reach the goal. If you collect mushrooms, you get stronger.” She pressed a button, and Mario jumped onto a Koopa, the shell sliding across the screen.

Lucoa laughed softly, a rich sound that filled the room. “How delightful! A world in a little box, controlled by your hands… Humans really are clever.”

Kanna gave a small nod, her eyes never leaving the screen. “It passes time.”

After a few rounds, she ejected the disc and reached for another case, sliding it open and clicking the disc into place. The screen lit up with a different roster of characters this time, bright colors and triumphant music blaring.

“Super Smash Bros.,” Kanna said simply. “This way two people can play together.” She handed Lucoa the second controller.

Lucoa took it gingerly, turning it in her hands, her long nails clicking against the buttons. “Hmm… so I press these?”

“Yes,” Kanna said, already selecting her character.

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Moments later, the two of them sat side by side on the floor, controllers clutched tight in their hands as the screen blazed with color. The frantic theme music of Smash Bros. pulsed through the apartment, accompanied by the constant clicking of buttons and the occasional gasp of triumph or defeat.

Kanna’s face was its usual calm mask, but her eyes told a different story. Narrowed, sharp, they tracked every movement on the screen with pinpoint precision. Her thumbs glided over the buttons like she’d been born with the controller in her hands, each motion deliberate, calculated.

Lucoa, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She leaned forward so far her hair nearly brushed the carpet, her mismatched eyes wide with exhilaration. Her laughter rang out every time her character launched the other into the air—or was knocked off the stage.

“Ohhh, I sent you flying! Did you see that?” She cheered, bouncing in her seat as her character’s attack actually landed.

Kanna’s face didn’t twitch. She blinked once, then pressed a button, countering perfectly. “…You got lucky.”

Lucoa laughed even harder, her voice rich and amused. “Ara~ so serious! You’re adorable when you’re concentrating.”

Kanna’s only response was to tighten her grip on the controller, her small shoulders stiff with determination. On the screen, her character unleashed a devastating combo, sending Lucoa’s fighter soaring into the sky with a sparkle and a dramatic K.O.

Lucoa dropped her jaw in mock offense. “Ehh~?! Already?! But I was winning!”

“You weren’t,” Kanna replied flatly, already setting up for the next round.

Soon the two were completely absorbed in their match, the apartment echoing with bursts of laughter from Lucoa and quiet mutters from Kanna as she adjusted her strategy. Their quiet competition filled the space with a rare kind of warmth, a strange yet comfortable mix of playful tension and family-like bonding.

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A few minutes later, steam clung faintly to Issei’s skin as he stepped out of the bathroom, towel draped around his neck and hair still damp from a quick shower. He stretched his arms wide, sighing in relief. “Man, nothing beats a hot shower after a day like today.”

He turned toward the living room—and stopped.

There, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV, were two dragons, completely immersed in a GameCube match. Lucoa’s long blonde hair spilled around her shoulders as she leaned forward with wide-eyed excitement, laughing every time her character got smacked off the stage. Kanna, in stark contrast, was calm as ever, her small fingers moving swiftly across the controller, her blank face betraying nothing as she focused on victory.

“Take that!” Lucoa laughed, bouncing slightly as her character launched an attack.

“…Blocked,” Kanna replied flatly, her character countering with perfect timing.

The clash of colors and sound effects filled the room, making the scene look absurdly normal for two otherworldly dragons.

Issei blinked, then grinned, his exhaustion replaced with mischief. ‘Two dragons fighting it out in Smash Bros, huh?’

“Hey,” he said, walking over and plopping down beside them. “Scoot over. I’m joining this battle.”

Both Kanna and Lucoa turned briefly, then silently handed him a controller without argument. The match reset, three characters now on screen.

What followed could only be described as chaos.

Lucoa pressed buttons at random, shrieking with laughter every time her character accidentally ran off the stage. “Ohoho~! I didn’t mean to do that, but it’s still funny!”

Kanna, steady as stone, adapted quickly, eyes narrowing slightly as she focused on countering both of them. Her character struck with precise timing, calculating every move.

And then there was Issei.

He grinned ear to ear, his thumbs moving faster than either of theirs. “Alright, girls, get ready, time to show you why this is my territory!”

In less than five minutes, he completely dominated the game. His character slammed both Kanna and Lucoa’s fighters off the stage repeatedly, chaining combos and laughing in triumph.

“Victory!” the screen announced.

Issei leapt up from the floor, pumping his fist in the air. “Yesss! Who’s the king of Smash now?! That’s right—Issei Hyoudou reigns supreme!”

Kanna blinked at the screen, her character falling for the third time. “…Hax.”

Lucoa tilted her head, blinking in mock surprise, before bursting into laughter. “Ara~ Issei, you’re full of surprises! First you’re shy and bashful, and now you’re a ruthless gamer!”

Issei sat back down with a smug grin, leaning against the couch. “What can I say? I’ve trained long and hard for this day. Video games are a serious battlefield, you know.”

Kanna puffed her cheeks ever so slightly, crossing her arms in what might’ve been the faintest sulk. “…Rematch.”

Lucoa, still chuckling, adjusted her cap. “Yes, yes, let’s go again! I won’t lose this time, not even to a cute, charming little dragon boy.”

Issei laughed nervously at the “charming” part but held his controller tight, determined. “Alright, but don’t cry when I crush you both again!”

The TV glowed late into the night as the three dragons, one human-turned-dragon, one stoic electric dragon, and one carefree goddess-like dragoness, battled it out in colorful, ridiculous glory.

The hours slipped away almost without notice. The glow of the TV lit the small living room in soft blue hues, accompanied by the nonstop click-clack of buttons, the triumphant calls of Victory! screens, and bursts of laughter that filled the space like music.

Kanna’s calmness never wavered, her eyes were glued to the screen as she whittled down stocks with precise, deliberate moves. Lucoa laughed every time she lost, clapping her hands as if even her defeats were entertaining. And Issei, who had eventually joined in, dominated match after match, his smug grin widening each time his character stood victorious while the girls’ fighters flew off the screen.

But even with his winning streak, it was less about competition and more about the rare warmth of it all, three unlikely housemates crowded around an old console, their world of dragons, gods, and chaos momentarily forgotten in favor of flashing pixels and shared laughter.

As the night grew late, Issei yawned and finally put down his controller. “Alright, alright, I think that’s enough. If we keep this up, we’ll be here until sunrise.”

Kanna gave a small nod, eyes heavy-lidded, though her hands still clutched the controller like she wasn’t quite ready to let go. Lucoa, her long hair spilling over her shoulders, stretched languidly, her laugh soft. “Mmm~ I could keep going, but I don’t think my eyes will stay open much longer.”

Prepared this time, Issei had already dragged a small pile of blankets and pillows into the living room earlier, setting them neatly in the corner so no one would have to stumble while half-asleep. He tossed them down, spreading them across the living room floor with an almost domestic efficiency.

“There,” He said with a tired grin. “Now we don’t have to fight over space. Everyone just… crash here.”

The glow of the TV was finally shut off, leaving only the soft hum of the console and the scattered controllers across the floor. Kanna was already curled under the blankets, her breathing slow with her eyelids heavy. Lucoa, still draped in her casual composure, stretched with a yawn that made her chest sway like an avalanche waiting to happen.

Issei rubbed the back of his neck nervously, glancing at the makeshift nest of pillows and covers he had arranged for them. ‘Alright… this works. They can take the blankets here, and I’ll just crash on my futon. No big deal.’

He carefully started to stand, moving to give them the space. “Well, you two should sleep here. I’ll, uh… just go sleep somewhere else.”

But before he could take a step, Kanna’s small hand shot out and grabbed his sleeve with surprising strength. Her sleepy eyes blinked up at him, calm but firm. “…No. We’re sleeping together.”

Issei froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “S-sleep together?! W-we can’t! That’s…! I mean, Lucoa might not want to sleep next to some random guy she barely knows.”

He turned toward the blonde dragoness, hoping she’d back him up. Instead, Lucoa only tilted her head, her mismatched eyes glimmering with mischief. A sultry smile curled on her lips.

“I don’t mind,” She said simply, her voice smooth as silk. She leaned down slightly, her hair spilling forward like golden waves. “Of course… only if Issei is okay with sleeping next to me.”

Issei’s brain short-circuited. His heart pounded so loudly he was sure both of them could hear it. ‘Did she just… invite me to sleep next to her? With those… heavenly breasts right there? This… this is a dream come true!’

His face turned red as he blurted out, far too quickly, “I-I-I’m fine with it! Totally fine!”

Kanna gave the faintest blink of acknowledgment, tugging him closer as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Lucoa chuckled, her laugh rich and teasing.

“Fufu~ you’re honest, at least. That’s very charming.”

And so the three of them laid down together under the mountain of blankets, Issei found himself on one side, his heart racing, while Lucoa stretched out gracefully on the other. Between them, Kanna nestled in calmly, her small body acting as the perfect barrier.

Issei lay there stiff as a board, staring up at the ceiling. On one side, Kanna’s steady breathing lulled him into a strange comfort. Next to her Lucoa’s presence radiated warmth, her long hair brushing the pillow near his face, her scent faint and sweet.

‘Why did I think I would be sleeping in the middle?’ Issei thought with bitter tears falling from her eyes.

But then Kanna shifted faintly, pressing closer into his chest, while Lucoa gave a soft hum and draped her arm across both of them, pulling them snugly into her warmth.

“Goodnight, Issei~,” Lucoa whispered, her tone playful.

“…Goodnight,” Issei croaked as his face burned as his head was buried in the heavenly pillow that is Lucoa’s Oppai.

And that was how the three found themselves with Lucoa, her endless curves and natural ease, settled herself hugging Issei and Kanna, curling around him. Her arm draped over him, her chest pressing against his head as she became the “big spoon” without question.

Issei stiffened at first, his face heating as he found himself enveloped in her softness. ‘O-Oh god… this is paradise and hell rolled into one…’

But then his arms shifted naturally to the small figure in front of him. Kanna, already half-asleep, nestled easily into his hold. Her head rested against his chest, her steady breathing brushing against him. She was warm, calm, her tiny frame fitting perfectly into the circle of his arms.

Kanna, secure between both Issei and Lucoa, let out a quiet sigh as her eyes fluttered shut. For the first time in a while, she looked completely at peace.

Issei lay there, wide awake for a moment, sandwiched between Lucoa’s chest and Kanna’s calm presence. His heart raced, his thoughts a jumble of panic, embarrassment, and an odd, comforting happiness.

This is insane. How did my life turn into this? A buxom dragoness spooning me, and Kanna cuddled up like it’s the most natural thing in the world…

Lucoa’s breathing slowed, her arm squeezing gently around him. Kanna shifted faintly in her sleep, snuggling closer into his chest.

Finally, the exhaustion of the day won. Issei let out a breath, his body relaxing into the warmth of the two dragons beside him. His eyelids grew heavy, and before long, he drifted off as well.

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The Next Morning

The morning light spilled faintly through the curtains, soft beams breaking into the dimly lit apartment. The first thing Issei registered as his eyes fluttered open was warmth. The second was softness.

His cheek wasn’t pressed against a pillow. No—this was far better. His entire face was smothered in a pair of heavenly, voluminous oppai. Warm, plush, and impossibly soft.

Issei’s heart thumped in his chest as his brain screeched, ‘This is it. This is paradise. Forget heaven or hell—this is where I belong.’

A blissful grin spread across his lips. He didn’t dare move, soaking in the moment as if it were the last on Earth.

But then, another weight reminded him he wasn’t alone. Kanna, calm as ever even in her sleep, was nestled perfectly between him and Lucoa, her tiny frame pressed against his chest. Her soft breathing brushed against him with each exhale, her hands curled lightly into his shirt.

‘This… this is the peak of happiness,’ Issei thought, a tear of joy threatening to slip free. ‘A warm girl on one side, and a goddess-tier oppai pillow on the other. I’ll never ask for anything again…’

That was when the shrill buzz of his phone rang out from the TV..

“Urk—” Issei twitched, his happy little bubble bursting. He instinctively tried to sit up, reaching for the phone. But he didn’t get far.

Because Lucoa had him in a vice grip.

Her long, pale arm was draped firmly around him, her hand clutching his side like he was her favorite plush toy. The moment he tried to move, her grip tightened.

“Uh… Lucoa? I-I need to… get that…” He whispered nervously.

But the dragoness shifted in her sleep, her mismatched eyes still closed as a dreamy hum slipped past her lips. And then, as if sensing her new toy trying to escape, she squeezed tighter—crushing his face deeper into her chest.

“Mmphhh—!!” Issei flailed, panic striking as the world around him went muffled, smothered in softness.

His arms flapped helplessly, the phone’s ringing growing louder, more insistent, while Lucoa hugged him like a body pillow.

“L-Lucoa! I c-can’t… breathe!” He managed to wheeze between smothered gasps, muffled against her cleavage. His legs kicked weakly under the blankets as he struggled to separate himself.

Kanna, still tucked against his chest, stirred faintly. One sleepy eye cracked open, blinking at the sight of Issei thrashing under Lucoa’s embrace.

“Issei, don’t go.” She mumbled, before closing her eyes again and pressing back into his warmth.

Issei’s thoughts spiraled in sheer panic. ‘This is it! I’m going to die! Death by oppai! The happiest, dumbest way to go—Ddraig, say something, damn it!’

But the dragon within his soul was silent, as if even he was too embarrassed to comment.

The phone kept ringing. Lucoa kept squeezing. And Issei’s muffled cries grew weaker as he realized he was fighting a battle he might not survive.

But Issei’s legs kept kicking helplessly under the mountain of blankets, his muffled cries lost in the prison of Lucoa’s chest. His hand slapped around desperately for the phone, which had fallen off the tv during his thrashing. By some miracle—or dumb luck—his foot smacked the corner of the TV stand, sending the phone sliding across the wood.

Thump!

It landed squarely in his palm.

“Yes!” Issei thought in triumph, though the word came out as a muffled, “Mmphhh!” Into Lucoa’s oppai.

Unfortunately, in his wild fumbling, his thumb dragged across the screen, and a soft beep echoed. The phone clicked into speaker mode.

“HELLO?!” Mina’s voice thundered through the room, sharp and demanding. “ISSEI? Are you listening?!”

Issei’s eyes went wide in horror. Oh crap, Mina?! Right now?!

The loud voice and commotion finally stirred Kanna from her slumber. Her eyes blinked open slowly, her small body wiggling between the two larger dragons. She glanced up, taking in the chaotic sight: Issei trapped, his arms flailing weakly, Lucoa cuddling him tighter with a blissful smile in her sleep.

“…Annoying,” Kanna muttered under her breath, but then she heard it—Mina’s voice, loud and insistent, coming from the glowing rectangle in Issei’s hand.

Her head tilted curiously. “...?”

She wriggled her way out from under the blankets with surprising ease, sliding like a tiny escape artist until she was free. Standing at the foot of the futon, she looked down at the phone still shouting.

“HELLO?! ISSEI!” Mina’s voice snapped again.

Kanna bent down, her face calm as ever, and picked up the phone. She pressed it to her ear, mirroring what she had seen Issei do once before.

“…Hello.”

On the other end, Mina froze. “…Who is this? Where’s Issei?”

“It’s Kanna.”

“Oh, good morning Kanna. Can you pass the phone to Issei.”

Kanna turned her head slowly toward the futon. Issei was still buried in Lucoa’s chest, his legs twitching weakly, a faint “Hhhmmmpphh!” noise muffled from deep within the blonde dragon’s cleavage.

Kanna blinked once, then returned her gaze to the phone. “He’s really busy.”

Mina sighed, the sound of papers rustling faintly in the background. “Busy? …Never mind. Just tell him I’ll be coming to his place at twelve. Got it?”

Kanna gave the tiniest nod, though Mina couldn’t see it. “…I’ll tell him.”

“Good. Don’t forget.” Mina hung up with a sharp click.

Kanna lowered the phone slowly, staring at the dark screen. She turned it over in her hand, tilting her head with faint curiosity. “…Strange human device.” She poked the black screen once, then twice. “…How does it work?”

Meanwhile, Issei’s struggles weakened, his thoughts frantic. ‘Kanna! Don’t just play with the phone, help meee—!’

But Kanna simply tucked the phone under her arm like a prize and sat cross-legged at the edge of the futon, watching him with her usual blank stare as if silently debating whether saving him or watching him suffer was more entertaining.

But finally Issei’s desperate flailing finally stirred the sleeping goddess-dragon. As Lucoa let out a soft, throaty hum as her eyelids fluttered open, mismatched eyes hazy with drowsiness. She shifted slightly, and in doing so realized something, her arms were clamped tightly around Issei… and his face was buried deep in her chest.

She blinked once. Then twice.

And then her lips curved into a mischievous smile.

“My, my~” She purred, her voice slow and sultry, honey dripping from every word. “Issei-kun, you’re so bold. Snuggling up to me so tightly first thing in the morning? How forward.”

Issei, still gasping for breath, managed to wrench his face free just enough to sputter. “M-me?! You’re the one who trapped me! I couldn’t breathe!” His face was crimson, sweat mixing with the faint smell of her skin.

Lucoa giggled, her laughter warm and rich, vibrating against him. “Ara~ but you didn’t struggle that hard. Maybe you actually liked it?” She gave his side a playful squeeze, tugging him even closer as if to prove her point.

Issei’s brain short-circuited. ‘Like it?! I was dying! But… okay maybe it wasn’t the worst way to go…’ His thoughts scrambled as he tried to wriggle away. “I-I swear, I wasn’t—!”

Lucoa tilted her head, her golden hair tumbling over her shoulders like a curtain. Her smile widened into a teasing grin. “Fufu~ your face is all red. You’re cute when you panic.”

Kanna, sitting cross-legged at the foot of the futon with the phone in her lap, blinked slowly at the scene unfolding. “You two were so loud.” She muttered, but made no move to intervene. Her blank stare shifted between Issei’s frantic flailing and Lucoa’s amused teasing, as though watching a show only she had front row tickets to.

Issei shoved weakly against Lucoa’s arm. “C-come on, Lucoa-san! Don’t tease me like this!”

“But teasing is fun,” Lucoa replied with a wink, lowering her face so close that her heterochromatic eyes caught the morning light. “And you make the cutest expressions. I could get used to waking up like this~.”

Issei groaned, his heart pounding so hard he was sure it was about to burst out of his chest. ‘Why me?! Why do I always get stuck in situations like this?!’

Done. Tell me what you think and if I made any mistakes. How do you think the meeting between Kobayashi and Mina will be? How do you think Mina and Kobayashi  will react when they learn that Lucoa is living with Issei. As always this is a commission for Luis. So thank him for allowing me to post this for everyone.