Damien slipped into the narrow alley beside the Hostess of Fertility, the smell of spilled ale and damp stone clinging to the air. He waited there in silence until the back door creaked open and Chloe stepped out, a sack of trash slung over her shoulder. She dumped it into the bins, stretched lazily, then glanced at him with a crooked smile.
"Well well… Damien," she purred. "Guess I should say congratulations, nya?"
"And you should thank me," Damien replied calmly. "Saved you a lot of extra work. Things could've gotten messy if you really tried assassinating a goddess."
Chloe laughed, tail flicking behind her. "Wouldn't be my first time, nya. I've got plenty of skills you don't know about."
"I figured," Damien said, raising a brow. "Hopefully none of those skills are ever aimed at me."
She leaned closer, eyes glittering. "Ara~ maybe some of them should be, nya."
Damien grinned. "Careful. You might convince me."
"Tch, flirt," Chloe said with a playful scoff. "Anyway, I gotta get back. Oh! Wait here, nya. Ryuu wants to talk to you."
She took two steps, then suddenly turned, a kitchen knife flashing into her hand as she pressed it lightly against his neck. Her smile stayed sweet.
"And listen carefully, nya. If you make her cry… I'll carve that smug face of yours into something new."
Damien slowly raised both hands, unfazed. "Hopefully never."
Chloe stared at him a second longer, then laughed, tucking the knife away. "Good answer, nya. Bye, Damien."
She blew him a kiss and slipped back inside.
A few moments later, the door opened again.
Ryuu stepped out, posture straight as ever, green eyes steady yet hesitant.
"Hi, Damien," she said softly.
"Hi, Ryuu," he replied, smiling. "I'm glad you're okay."
"You too," she said, a faint warmth creeping into her voice.
Damien nodded, then added, "I wanted to thank you. For trying to help me during the War Game. I truly appreciate it."
"It was nothing," Ryuu said. "I was just helping a friend."
He studied her for a moment. "Still… I have to ask. Why? We're friendly, sure, but I never expected you'd risk your life for me."
Ryuu stiffened slightly, then looked away. A faint blush touched her cheeks. "I… hate seeing the weak being bullied."
She paused, then quickly added, "Not that you're weak. I just… didn't know how strong you really were back then."
Damien smiled. "Regardless, it meant a lot."
She nodded
Damien then asked "Chloe said you were waiting because I had something to say."
"Go ahead," he said.
"I heard your familia has rejected many applications," Ryuu said carefully. "Is that true?"
"Hm. Yeah," Damien replied. "I prefer quality over numbers. A small familia with trust and loyalty matters more to me than a crowd with no heart."
"I see…" Ryuu hesitated, fingers curling slightly. "Is there… a chance I could join?"
Damien didn't hesitate.
"Of course," he said warmly. "I'd be happy to have you, Ryuu. You're someone I trust. Someone strong, in every sense. You'll always be welcome in my familia."
Her eyes widened, then softened. "Thank you, Damien. It feels strange asking you instead of Lady Hestia. I hope she won't mind."
"She won't," he assured her. "She's cool like that."
He tilted his head. "But I'm curious. I thought you left adventuring behind."
"I did," Ryuu admitted. "Or at least… I thought I had. But the dungeon still calls to me. And there's unfinished business I can't ignore."
"I understand," Damien said. "Go to our new home. Hestia will be happy to welcome you."
He smiled, then added lightly, "Though… are you sure Mama Mia won't come after me for stealing her best waitress?"
Ryuu allowed herself a small smile. "I don't think she'll mind. You'll be safe."
"Good," Damien said. "Then I'll see you soon, Ryuu."
He turned and walked away.
Ryuu watched his back disappear into the street, something heavy yet hopeful settling in her chest. After a moment, she turned and headed back inside the Hostess of Fertility, ready to tell Mia about her decision.
...
The air in the Hestia Palace was still, thick with the quiet pride of a Victory. Damien walked its grand halls, his footsteps echoing on marble that still seemed to thrum with Ishtar's discarded vanity. Now it was Hestia's—a monument not to seduction, but to strength, and that suited him perfectly.
After reporting the day's events to Hestia, including his encounter with Ryuu, he made for the sanctuary of his chambers. He pushed the heavy door open, expecting the familiar expanse of his empty bed. The sight that greeted him stopped him in the doorway.
Haruhime waited.
She knelt in the center of the vast mattress, bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the window. Her gown was a whisper of crimson silk, so fine it was nearly translucent. Intricate patterns graced the fabric, but they did nothing to conceal the form beneath. Her eyes, wide and luminous, held his with a longing that was both tender and total.
His gaze was dragged on a helpless tour of her offering. From her hopeful, beautiful face, down to the gentle swell of her breasts—not as full as Hestia's, but perfectly shaped, perky, with nipples drawn into tight, visible points that strained against the silken veil. Lower still, to where she knelt with her thighs slightly parted. The pose was an open invitation, framing a neat triangle of pubic hair and the glistening, pink promise of her womanhood. The air left his lungs in a silent rush.
"Lord Damien…"
She rose, the silk sighing against her skin as she moved to stand before him. She had to look up to meet his eyes, her expression one of serene conviction.
"I have considered my thoughts, just as you asked," she began, her voice a clear, steady bell in the quiet room. "And once again… I wish to serve you. But this time, I come here not with fear, but with love. I want you to take me. Fully. Do not just claim my body. Claim me. Sanjouno Haruhime. As your own property. Your woman, to be used by you… in any time, any place you desire."
Each word was a deliberate strike, a surrender so absolute it bordered on the profane. The trust in it, the terrifying conviction, sent a shudder through his core. It awoke a primal urge to seize her, to devour the devotion she so freely offered.
The urge redoubled as she continued. "I have now become a full-fledged member of the Hestia Familia."
She turned, presenting her back. There, gleaming faintly, was the emblem of Hestia. His eyes lingered on it for only a second before falling, inexorably, to the exquisite curve of her rear, small and plump, framed perfectly by the sheer red silk.
She turned back to face him, her expression softening with memory. "All my life, I was only taught to serve and submit. For a long time, I wanted to resist, but couldn't. At times, I thought it was my only purpose… my fate… to be property." Her fingers brushed the silk at her hip. "Did you know this gown is what I was supposed to wear when that old man bought me? To entice him. I refused to wear it then. Because to me, it was a cage. Aisha gave it to me in pity, trying to soften my despair."
She looked down at the fabric, then back up at him, a new, fierce pride in her eyes. "But now I wear it proudly. Tell me, Damien… do you know why?"
Transfixed, he could only manage a soft, "No."
"Because it represents my acceptance," she stated, her voice gaining strength. "It was not my fate to be property. Heaven sent me a hero to free me from slavery and servitude. And yet… here I am. Accepting it. Not because it is forced upon me, but because I want to. I want you—my hero, my captain, my love, Damien Ardent—to own me. To own my body, my life, and my soul. To use me however you see fit. When you need love, I am yours. When you are angry and need release, I am yours. Abuse me, love me, torture me, or pamper me… whether you see me as an object or a lover… I accept it all. Because I want to. Because it is you."
She took a final, half-step closer, her scent of jasmine and warmth enveloping him. Her plea was a whisper that echoed in his bones.
"Please, Damien… may I be yours?"
The words hung in the air, a contract written in trust and desire. Hearing that conviction, witnessing this total, conscious surrender, Damien found he had no choice. There was only one answer that could match the magnitude of her gift.
He reached out, a single finger tilting her chin up to ensure she saw the solemn promise in his eyes.
"I accept. Sanjouno Haruhime. From this day onward… you are my property. Forever mine alone."
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