The Real World
Mira stepped out of the digital space, drawing behind her the astonished gazes of everyone present. Behind her, Nagisa and Avrora were fast asleep, submerged in a deep slumber—as if life hadn't touched them in days.
Kanon raised her hands to her chest, her eyes brimming with worry as she stared at the unconscious Nagisa.
"Mira-chan… is Nagisa-chan alright now?"
Mira offered a calm, reassuring smile, trying to ease the tension that filled the room.
"There's no need to worry, Kanon-neesama. Aunt Nagisa and Avrora-san are fine now. Everything is under control."
Touka nodded, though she couldn't hide her own concern. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for someone she hadn't seen yet.
"I'm glad to hear that… but… where is Senpai? Didn't he come with you as well?"
On the other side, Asagi raised a brow, staring with intense curiosity at the child standing beside Mira—a boy around Satsuki's age, smiling in a way that felt disturbingly familiar to her.
"And who's this kid supposed to be?"
Mira sighed softly before explaining:
"Oto-sama destroyed his Source to save Avrora-san… Normally, destroying the Source means instant death. But Oto-sama's Source is unique, so he survived… except…"
The child cut her off himself, speaking in a quiet voice that carried a shocking truth:
"I… turned into a child."
Everyone stared in disbelief. The boy stood before them with moonlit silver hair, deep ocean-blue eyes, and small, well-defined features—so familiar that anyone who knew Kojou could instantly tell he was simply a miniature version of him.
La Folia blinked once… then leapt toward him, rubbing her cheek against his face with a wide smile.
"You're Kojou? So cute!"
Touka let out a sigh filled with equal parts shock and exasperation.
"Senpai… do you have a thing for this kind of stuff? First you become a woman after swapping bodies with Yuuma-san, and now… you've turned into a ten-year-old boy!"
"It seems you need to be punished…" Kojou narrowed his eyes in what was supposed to be a threatening glare—but instead of intimidating, it looked almost comically adorable. He stared at Touka with all the seriousness he could muster, trying to embody the same aura he always used, yet his tiny size and childish features ruined every attempt at menace.
Touka smiled softly, trying to suppress her laughter. She whispered in a sweet, emotional voice:
"Adorable…"
The word escaped her without thought, and her eyes sparkled with tiny hearts, as though her heart no longer recognized fear of Kojou—only an overwhelming cuteness that melted her from the inside out.
The entire mood became an odd blend of playful "threat" and warm affection. Kojou looked like a miniature hero—still proud, still defiant, but small enough that Touka wanted to hug him rather than fear him.
Even his voice, once deep and steady, had become lighter and higher pitched. It was obvious he was trying to mimic the dignified tone everyone knew… which only made the moment more enchanting, funny, and unexpectedly sweet.
Touka wasn't the only one affected—soon the admiration and astonishment spread to every girl and woman in the room. The atmosphere descended into chaotic affection, like the whole room had collectively reverted to childhood in front of little Kojou.
He was treated like a precious doll in their hands—his cheeks pinched gently, his soft silver hair ruffled, playful teasing and affectionate pokes coming from every direction imaginable. Kojou waved his arms and tried to fight back, but he was too small, and his innocent smile only made escaping even harder. His voice rose in helpless laughter, adding fuel to the lively chaos that the room had never seen before.
In the end, Kojou could do nothing but surrender, raising his hands as if signaling defeat. He sat silently as the crowd of merciless girls and women surrounded him—pinching his cheeks, messing with his hair, and smothering him with affection. Every time he tried to resist, his childish smile betrayed him.
Eventually, he grew tired from all the movement, realizing the fastest way to end this storm of affection was simply to let them have their fun until they tired out. Laughter and warmth filled the room, turning the chaotic moment into a cherished memory.
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After a long stretch of laughter and chaos, the torture finally ended. Kojou collapsed onto the couch, exhausted, while Satsuki sat beside him, her eyes full of tenderness and curiosity.
"Papa! Do you want some snacks?" she asked sweetly, holding up a small plate of various treats—completely unbothered by the fact that her father now looked her age.
Kojou smiled brightly as he accepted a piece of candy, grateful for his daughter's gentle kindness—so different from the teasing of the others.
"Thank you, Satsuki… that's very kind of you."
The playfulness hadn't been limited to the women; his daughters joined in as well—especially Mira, who had spent a long time playing with him inside the digital space, laughing as if she ruled the entire world.
Even the usually cold Tsurara couldn't resist the moment, joining in to tease and play with Kojou in a way no one expected from her.
Despite his childish appearance, Kojou wasn't weaker—if anything, he was stronger than before. Destroying his Source made him grow more powerful the closer he came to ruin. But he would never use that power against his women and daughters, so he simply allowed them to do as they pleased.
As for returning to his adult form—he could, but it was incredibly draining both physically and mentally. So he chose to stay as a child temporarily, until his body healed naturally and he regained all his strength.
While Kojou was lost in thought, a glowing blue magic circle suddenly appeared in the center of the room, radiating soft yet powerful light.
"Who's there?!" Sayaka yelled anxiously, rushing forward to draw her sword and stand protectively in front of Kojou and Satsuki.
She wasn't alone. Kanon, Touka, La Folia, and the rest rose quickly, staring at the circle with caution, ready for whatever might emerge.
"It seems the time has come…" Moegi said quietly, confidently stepping toward the circle with Reina beside her.
The moment her words echoed, everyone understood. This wasn't just a pretty light—this was the portal that would send Kojou and his daughters back to the future they came from.
Mira smiled warmly at Satsuki and gently took her hand.
"It's time to go back, Satsuki-chan."
Satsuki walked toward the magic circle, followed by the other girls. But unlike the rest, Tsurara paused by the couch where Kojou sat, staring at him quietly.
After a short moment, she asked in a low, enigmatic voice:
"Can you return to your adult form?"
A strange glimmer flashed in her eyes.
Kojou chuckled softly.
"Hmm… of course."
A silver light enveloped his small body, expanding until Kojou stood before them once more in his adult form—tall, imposing, and powerful as ever.
He looked around in confusion.
"What's wrong?" he asked, unaware of why Tsurara had made such a strange request.
Tsurara didn't answer with words. Instead, she raised a gentle hand to his face, caressing his cheeks with tenderness entirely unlike her usual icy demeanor. Her cold expression softened into something warm… something vulnerable.
Then, without warning, she lifted herself slightly, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was brief—only a few seconds—but it left a deep mark. A faint blush colored her pale cheeks, and a fierce resolve shone in her eyes.
She whispered softly, yet with unshakable sincerity:
"I love you… I don't care what anyone thinks. I love you more than anything in this world, and I will make sure you see me as a woman—not as your daughter."
Then she stepped back slowly.
"Goodbye… Kojou."
She clasped her hands behind her back and walked toward the glowing circle, her body blending into the shimmering blue light.
"Wha…?" Kojou tried to speak, but the magic circle's brilliance swallowed his words. Light filled the apartment, and then vanished—leaving only silence where the five girls once stood.
Kojou remained frozen, stunned, as though time itself had stopped. Tsurara's whispered confession, the soft smile she gave him, and the moment her figure dissolved into the light—all of it replayed in his mind on an endless loop, seeping into every thought, every breath, every emotion.
The scene left a profound mark inside him—an unfamiliar mix of confusion and hidden emotion he wasn't prepared to face.
Just then—
"As expected of you… even your daughter couldn't escape your corrupt clutches." Asagi muttered from the side, giving Kojou a complicated look. Not only had this man seduced her sister… but now even their future daughters.
She felt it was utterly hopeless—when it came to women and romance, this man was beyond saving.
The others in the room could only silently agree with Asagi's words.
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