The sea breeze rolled gently across the balcony of the luxurious Bali resort, carrying with it the distinct scent of saltwater and fresh ocean air. Satria stood there, gazing out at the vibrant blue horizon, a faint smile on his lips. "Ah~ The wondrous sea of Bali. I haven't been here since middle school." His voice carried a nostalgic tone as the crashing waves provided a soothing backdrop. "You did well, my friend. My family will be pleased."
Behind him stood William, visibly elated, though not just because of the idyllic scenery. "It's the least I can do for my savior," he said, a note of gratitude in his voice. "And as promised, I've acquired part of Oscorp's shareholding. Honestly, how did you even make that possible?"
Satria grinned, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. "Let's just say... I know how to be persuasive. Enjoy the fruits of your new status, William. Consider it a win-win."
•
Elsewhere, in a dark, fortified hideout filled with surveillance cameras and armed guards, Norman Osborn sat in a state of paranoia. His hands trembled as he frantically monitored every corner of his lair through countless screens. "He's everywhere! How is he everywhere?! I can't live like this anymore!" His voice cracked with desperation as he slammed his fist on the desk.
Suddenly, a voice whispered in the shadows.
"Boo."
Norman shrieked, spinning around to see Satria casually leaning against the wall, smirking.
"H-how did you find me?! What do you want from me?!" Norman's voice was high-pitched and trembling. "I've given you everything you asked for! Please, just leave me alone!" His face contorted with anguish. "And... and give me back my pride!"
Satria's smirk widened, his tone dripping with mockery. "Puny Goblin. Your pride? Oh, that thing. Hmm... I might've thrown it into a trash can. Or maybe a pigsty. Can't quite recall. How about forgetting it and embracing your new future? Ever considered being... transgender?"
Norman's face twisted in fury and humiliation. "You must be joking! I can't live without it! And... and yet I can still feel it. Somewhere... somehow. Please! Tell me what I need to do to make you stop tormenting me!"
Satria laughed, his voice cold and sharp. "How does it feel, Norman? To face someone untouchable by the law? To be utterly powerless? You used to feel so superior, didn't you? This is just a taste of the punishment you deserve."
Norman's voice shook, his desperation palpable. "If you destroy me... my company... the world will lose a beacon of technological advancement! Oscorp's innovations have saved lives, cured diseases! You all need me!"
"Coming from someone who secretly funded Hydra? That's rich, Norman." Satria's eyes glinted dangerously.
Norman hesitated before speaking, his voice strained. "There's no progress without sacrifice. No science without risk. You don't have to like it, but it's the truth."
Satria's expression darkened. His silence spoke volumes, but his mind was racing. He knew Norman wasn't entirely wrong—Hydra's horrific experiments had yielded cures for rare diseases. But the ends did not justify the means.
Without warning, Satria extended his hand, channeling invisible threads of mana and speed-force energy to bind Norman. The threads wrapped around his neck, restricting his movements.
"What... what are you doing?!" Norman's voice rose in panic as his arms twisted unnaturally, the sound of cracking bones filling the room.
"Agh! Stop! I'm sorry! Please, I beg you to stop this right now!" Norman pleaded, but Satria's gaze was as cold as ice.
"You don't get to beg," Satria said, his voice low and menacing. "You've caused untold suffering, Norman. What I'm doing to you is nothing compared to what your victims endured."
Norman whimpered, his fear mounting. "What... what are you going to do to me?"
Satria leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm going to show you what happened to the scientists who vanished in Hydra's sinister projects. No matter your answer, you're going to see it."
Norman's eyes widened in sheer terror as Satria dragged him into the darkness, exposing him to the horrors he had enabled.
When the light returned, Norman Osborn—once the infamous Green Goblin—was no more.
His sanity had crumbled, his mind shattered by the weight of the atrocities he had been forced to confront. For the first time, the villain who had struck fear into so many now understood the meaning of true, primal terror.
Satria stepped away, his expression unreadable as he looked down at what was left of his once-powerful adversary. Justice takes many forms, he thought. "You'll never harm anyone again."
And with that, Satria disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind a broken man in a silent lair.
•
Satria leaned against the balcony railing, the warm Bali breeze brushing past him. With practice ease, he lit a cigarette after a week-long hiatus. He exhaled a plume of smoke, muttering to himself, "Finally. My mouth was so acidic that I couldn't stand it for a week." Memories of his single days flashed through his mind—days when he could do what he wanted without anyone breathing down his neck.
He glanced behind him to ensure no one from his household was around. The girls had banned him from smoking, claiming it was bad for his health, and any slip-up meant long, boring lectures about self-care. These days, he had to hide his stash and indulge in secret.
He offered the pack to William with a sly grin. "Want one?"
William raised an eyebrow, then took the pack, examining it. "Sampoerna Mild? Good taste, boss." He lit up and joined Satria, their smoke trails mingling in the breeze. "I've been meaning to ask you something. Mind if I get a little personal?"
"Sure, shoot."
William inhaled deeply, then exhaled. "Your face says 'foreigner,' but your accent? It's pure Surabaya. How's that possible? I spent years there studying, so I know the accent well. And… why'd you pick me out of all the people to help you?"
Satria smirked. "Oh, that? I am from Surabaya, mas bro. You sound like a chindo from Surabaya yourself."
"Unbelievable." William chuckled, shaking his head. "Not exactly. I grew up in North Sumatra and only moved to Surabaya for university. My family was poor, so I had to juggle part-time jobs to make ends meet and finish my studies. But with the help of my wife, friends, and family, I managed to start my company. Now, I get to give back to them and my country."
"Respect, lur. Pelan ae, step by step, you've done something amazing." Satria gave him a thumbs-up. "As for why I chose you? It's purely coincidence. You happened to be in the right place at the right time. Plus, I needed someone reliable to help me navigate here. You're a great man, William."
William smiled modestly. "Thanks, boss. It's nice to hear that. By the way, where do you live now? And… what are you exactly?"
Satria exhaled smoke slowly before replying. "What you see is what you get. I'm human... with a few unique gifts. And I'm living in Japan now with my family. My wife's from there."
William blinked. "Wait, wait, hold up. So that Japanese girl I met, Kurumi, is your wife? I thought she was just your girlfriend! Bro, I used to be a huge anime fan back in the day. Gimana rasanya punya istri anime, boss?"
Satria laughed, scratching the back of his head. "They're beautiful, sweet, and adorable, sure… but…" He paused, remembering his wives' more eccentric traits. "Never mind. Let's just say they're my everything."
William's curiosity wasn't satisfied. "Wait, they? Are you telling me you're practicing polygamy? In Japan? Of all places? You know how ridiculously expensive everything is there, right? Are you nuts?! How many wives are we talking about here?"
Satria counted on his fingers. "Uh... six? Not too many, right? Tapi jangan khawatir, pejantan tangguh ni, bro. Tahan banting dunia akhirat!" He grinned proudly. "By the way, how's that McLaren order I requested? And the certificate for my private land in Surabaya? Japan's nice and all, but nothing beats home sweet home, right?"
William stared at him, stunned. "Six? Nggak banyak apanya, cok?! Whatever you say, boss, good luck managing your drama harem. One wife is already a handful, let alone six!" William shook his head in disbelief, the thought of balancing that many relationships making him shudder.
Satria grinned. "It's all about mindset, bro. You just have to… adapt."
"Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." William paused for a moment, his thoughts shifting. "Also, I can't stay too long in Japan. Sure, the infrastructure is amazing, but everything feels so fast-paced and individualistic. It's not exactly suited for laid-back people like us, Indonesian."
"Yep! Japan might not be the best place to live long-term, but for a holiday? That's a whole different story!" Satria leaned back, exhaling a puff of smoke with a chuckle. "No pungli here, cok! You don't have to slip a sneaky bill just to get things moving."
William laughed along, nodding in agreement. "True that, boss. The efficiency here is insane. No random 'fees' popping up out of nowhere. It's refreshing."
"But," Satria continued, smirking, "it's also why everything here feels a bit... too clean. Like, where's the hustle? You know, the kind that makes life in Indo so... lively?"
William raised an eyebrow. "Lively? You mean the kind of chaos where a cop pulls you over for no reason, and you settle it over a gorengan and a fifty-thousand note?"
"Exactly!" Satria pointed at him, laughing. "It's like an unspoken culture. A little game, mas bro. You play, they play, everyone is happy!"
"Except your wallet," William quipped, shaking his head.
"Hey, at least you're contributing to the local economy," Satria joked with a wink. "Call it... grassroots support!"
William sighed, unable to hold back a grin. "You really do have a way of making the strangest things sound logical, boss. But seriously, why do you even want that car so badly? A Porsche is better, if you ask me. And you have super speed! Isn't this just a waste of money?"
Satria smirked, puffing out his chest with pride. "Hehe~ It's not about practicality, lur. It's for silent those fomo kids on the internet. You know the ones. When they ask, 'Which color McLaren do you have?' I can smugly reply, 'Red.' Pure flex, cok."
William stared at him, dumbfounded. "Seriously? You're buying a luxury car just to flex on strangers?"
Satria shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Pamer dikit nggak dosa, kan? Besides, it's not like I'm spending my last penny. I'm just securing my throne as the Crazy Rich of Surabaya and beyond."
William groaned, shaking his head. "You're something else, boss. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're just a big kid playing with expensive toys."
"Hey! Don't act like you're not tempted," Satria teased, elbowing him. "I bet if you had something cool, you'd be posting it all over social media too. Admit it, mas bro!"
William let out a resigned laugh, shaking his head. "You're impossible, boss. But I'll give you this—you sure know how to live life on your own terms. Respect for that. Just don't come crying to me when the tax collectors show up and start demanding their cut after finding out about your antics."
Satria froze mid-puff, scratching his head with a sheepish grin. "Oh, crap... I totally forgot about those bloodsuckers!" He let out a dramatic sigh, leaning back as if the weight of bureaucracy suddenly crashed down on him. "Thanks for the reminder, lur. Guess I'll need to bribe my accountant with more coffee. Or snacks. Or both."
William smirked, clearly enjoying Satria's reaction. "See? Even you can't escape the grind. Chaos might be your brand, but taxes? That's the ultimate boss fight."
Satria laughed, shaking his cigarette like a philosopher holding a cigar. "True, true. But hey, life's too short to play by everyone else's rules, right? Sometimes you've got to sprinkle a little madness into the order. Keeps things exciting—and gives those taxmen something to work for!"
William raised his cigarette in a mock toast. "To chaos and order then, boss. Just make sure the chaos doesn't end with a summons."
"Deal," Satria said with a wink, clinking his cigarette against William's. "As long as you help me hide my stuff when things get too hot."
"Ha! Don't drag me into your mess," William replied with a laugh. "But honestly? You're the weirdest guy I've ever met... and somehow, that's not a bad thing."
Satria grinned proudly. "Weird? Nah, cok. I'm just living the Jancuk way."
•
Homestay, Kyoto, Japan
The family of Satria gathered in the cozy living room, sharing a warm, playful atmosphere.
"Nya! P-Please... stop this immediately... like thou!"
Fran and Koneko, the two feline members of the family, were caught in Kurumi's affectionate embrace. Soft hands stroked their chins and collars, leaving the black and white cats squirming under her relentless adoration.
"It's okay, don't be afraid. Soon, we'll all be closer than ever!" Kurumi cooed as she hugged the two cats tightly and took in their scents. 'So soft and comforting. Fran-chan smells like the wind and forest—so fitting for an adventurer—while Koneko-chan has this sugary, love-filled aura. I really hit the jackpot by joining this family!'
"Kurumi sure loves the cats, doesn't she?" Valiana said with a chuckle, munching on a bag of potato chips from her spot on the couch.
"Well, it's her one chance," Fatalis quipped, her voice dripping with amusement. "Every other cat seems to bolt the moment she gets near them."
Kurumi gasped, puffing her cheeks indignantly. "That's not true! Don't spread lies, Fatalis-san! Cats love me just as much as Fran-chan and Koneko-chan do, right?" she asked, holding both squirming kittens closer.
Fran, her patience wearing thin, let out a distressed yelp. "I-I-I am not loving it! Release me at once, thou perverted woman!"
Meanwhile, Kiyohime entered the room gracefully, carrying neatly packed luggage. She set it down with precision, readying for their upcoming trip.
"Thank you, Kiyohime-chan, as expected of the mother of this household!" Fatalis exclaimed with a dramatic flourish—only for her cheek to be tugged painfully by Kiyohime's firm hand.
"Auch! Not so hard, Kiyohime-chan! You're going to rip it off!" Fatalis cried, comically flailing her arms.
"You could at least help instead of lounging around," Kiyohime scolded, her serene smile hiding an aura of absolute authority. "Even Fran-chan and Koneko-chan offered their help, while you were busy with your gadgets."
"B-But I'm not just playing! Look!" Fatalis whipped out her laptop, showing a cluttered screen filled with technical diagrams and forums. "I'm learning about cryptocurrency and blockchain! I'm going to revolutionize this world by creating a digital economy for DxD World where electronic cash doesn't exist yet. If I pull this off, we'll all be rolling in wealth, and I can finally achieve my dream—becoming a sugar mommy for my puppy!"
Everyone stared at her with a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
"Wait... your puppy?" Kurumi tilted her head. "Are you talking about Satria?"
"Of course! Who else? My goal is to spoil him rotten," Fatalis declared proudly, clasping her hands together with a dramatic flair. "And I've even named my project: Dra-coin! With it, I'll control the world's economy from the shadows! Conquering with brute force is so mainstream."
Kurumi's eyes sparkled mischievously. "My~ You're a truly evil dragon, Fatalis-san. My respect for you has increased." She leaned closer, licking her lips suggestively. "How about we discuss this in more... intimate settings? You know, for 'girl bonding.'"
Fatalis smirked, clearly enjoying the tease. "Why not? Strengthening bonds is important for a healthy family, after all. Call me anytime, Kurumi-chan."
"Behave, both of you!" Kiyohime snapped, bringing her trusty folding fan down on their heads with swift precision. "Stop corrupting the household with your perversion!"
"Aw, sorry, Kiyohime-san," Kurumi pouted, rubbing her head.
"No need to be jealous, Kiyohime-chan," Fatalis teased, grinning devilishly. "You and the others can join us later. The more, the merrier~!"
At this, Kiyohime, Valiana, Koneko, and Fran all flushed crimson, their faces resembling ripe tomatoes.
Before the chaos could escalate further, a golden portal materialized in the middle of the room. Satria emerged with dramatic flair, cosplaying as a certain iconic character. He wore a glittering suit, sunglasses, and a fedora, belting out a Michael Jackson classic while executing perfect moonwalks and spins.
He set up a portable speaker for karaoke, his voice echoing through the homestay as he danced with infectious energy.
The room froze for a moment before erupting in laughter.
Kiyohime pinched the bridge of her nose. "Dear... what on earth are you doing?"
Satria grinned, striking a ridiculous pose. "Living my best life, of course! Now, who wants to join me in this dance-off?"
Even Fran couldn't suppress a giggle as the family's antics continued in full swing.
Albion sighed heavily in Satria's mind. "Here we go again. The weirdo has arrived with his ridiculous getup and over-the-top theatrics." The ancient dragon already braced himself, ready to mute the inevitable chaos that was about to unfold between Satria and his harem.
Satria, undeterred by the reactions, strutted confidently into the room, microphone in hand. His smooth dance moves and playful energy immediately drew attention, especially when he sidled up to Kiyohime and hugged her flirtatiously. Kiyohime, long accustomed to her husband's antics, chuckled softly and played along, swaying lightly in his arms as he sang.
"My baby, you are on my mind
And I don't know why
Yeah, but the feeling is fine
Can't you see
Honey, you are for me
Though it wasn't meant to be..."
With a wink and a flourish, Satria moved to Valiana and Fatalis. Taking their hands, he guided them into a dance. The proud White Dragon Emperor and the mischievous Black Dragon of Calamity were flustered yet undeniably captivated. Their cheeks reddened, but their smiles betrayed their joy as they twirled alongside him.
"Dancin' in the moonlight
Gazing at the stars so bright
Holding you until the sunrise
Sleeping until midnight..."
When it was Kurumi's turn, Satria swept her off her feet in a dramatic princess carry, earning a startled yelp from the spirit. He kissed her forehead, his voice and charming smile making her heart skip a beat.
Meanwhile, Fran and Koneko, sitting nearby, couldn't resist purring as Satria patted their heads gently. Despite their usual composure, they were completely won over by his affectionate gestures and heartfelt words.
"Whenever I look into your eyes
That smile was crying that you were mine
Do you know your love is true?
I know you are the best thing that's happened to me..."
As the performance concluded, Satria snapped his fingers, creating multiple clones of himself, each kneeling before his girls with a special gift in hand.
Kiyohime's gift: A stunning red kimono adorned with sakura patterns, infused with Satria's cosmic power for protection.
Valiana's gift: A pair of gleaming blue twin axes purchased from the Dimensional Chat Shop.
Fatalis's gift: A miniature black dragon figure, intricately crafted by Medusa.
Fran's gift: A Paw-Paw fruit, granting her the power to repel anything with her palms.
Koneko's gift: A pair of black gloves capable of turning anything she touched into a divine weapon.
Kurumi's gift: A black lance with a life-stealing ability, formerly belonging to a powerful Guardian.
The girls' faces lit up with joy as they received their gifts.
"Danna-sama..."
"Hubby!"
"Darling!"
"My Lord."
"Senpai."
"Honey."
They leaped at the real Satria, wrapping him in a group hug.
"Easy, girls~ This is just my way of fulfilling my promise to reward your hard work after training," Satria said, grinning as he basked in their affection.
Kiyohime kissed him lovingly on the lips. "We're very grateful, Danna-sama. You spoil us too much!"
Valiana examined her new weapons. "This White Dragon Emperor is more than pleased with her reward," she said, pecking him on the cheek.
Fatalis, ever playful, patted his head with a warm smile. "You're overdoing it, my boy, but Bunda loves this side of you."
Fran, holding her Paw-Paw fruit, looked up curiously. "My Lord, thou mentioned this fruit grants me power, but what is it exactly?"
Satria nodded. "The Paw-Paw fruit gives you the ability to repel anything using paws manifested on your palms. But be careful—it also makes you unable to swim unless you get the antidote from the shop."
Fran's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Thank thou, my Lord. I shall consume it to grow stronger for thou and this family."
Koneko hesitated, holding her gloves. "Senpai, are you sure about this? A divine weapon is too much for me."
Satria knelt before her, placing a comforting hand on her head. "Don't undervalue yourself, Koneko. You're part of this family, and as the head of it, it's my duty to help you reach your fullest potential."
Touched, Koneko embraced him. "Thank you, Senpai. I'll treasure it forever."
Kurumi twirled her lance, smirking. "My, my. What a husband we have. You deserve all the love in the world, don't you agree, girls?"
The room buzzed with agreement as the girls closed in on Satria with mischievous intent.
"H-Hold on! You're not planning to do anything here, right? There are minors present!" Satria stammered, backing away nervously.
Fran smirked, activating her magic. "Evolution Skill: Black Tiger Heavenly Form." In an instant, she transformed into an adult version of herself—long hair, glowing red eyes, and a stunning, mature figure. She leaned in close, grabbing his chin. "In my world, I am considered an adult. There is no problem with us having a 'closer' relationship, my Lord."
Satria's face turned red as he glared at Fatalis. "You! I know you taught her this!"
Fatalis whistled innocently, avoiding his gaze.
Koneko stepped forward, her voice steady. "Senpai, we've waited long enough. Please… don't reject us."
Caught between his girls' intense emotions and overwhelming affection, Satria sighed, realizing there was no escape. 'Where the hell is Bobon when I need him?! That useless sword always vanishes at crucial times!'
Satria averted his gaze, his face tinged with nervousness. "Nope! We're not officially married, so I don't want to… uh… have anything indecent happen with you both... yet?"
Fran and Koneko's ears drooped as their faces sank with disappointment.
Kurumi, however, smiled mischievously. "Ara~ You don't have to worry about that, my dear."
Koneko tilted her head curiously. "What do you mean, Kurumi-san?"
Leaning closer, Kurumi whispered something to the two young kittens. Their expressions brightened almost instantly, excitement sparkling in their eyes.
Satria noticed their change in demeanor and immediately grew suspicious. "Oi… What are you planning?"
Fatalis smirked and winked at him. "Nah~ Just leave it to us, dear. Trust me, you're going to love this."
•
"You've got to be kidding me, bro. Why?"
William adjusted his collar nervously, smiling apologetically. "Sorry, boss. They cornered me. I couldn't refuse their orders. Your girls are terrifying when they gang up on someone."
Satria pinched the bridge of his nose. "You could've at least warned me."
William gave a sheepish shrug. "C'mon, you're Muslim, right? This is the perfect moment to make it halal for everyone at once. Think of it as streamlining the process."
"Pak you! I was planning to propose to them one by one, in my own way, and now this happens?! How did you even pull this off?"
"Money. Lots and lots of money. With cash, anything is possible, boss. Hehe."
Satria sighed in resignation, standing in a traditional Javanese wedding outfit, its intricate gold-and-black patterns reflecting the soft light in the room. "Of course. It's always money."
Satria paced nervously in the ceremonial hall, waiting for his brides-to-be. He didn't have to wait long. Moments later, the doors opened, and his girls entered, each one adorned in a style that reflected their unique personalities and origins.
Kiyohime walked gracefully in an elegant Japanese wedding kimono, the white fabric adorned with delicate sakura patterns.
Kurumi, Fran, and Koneko wore stunning Western-style wedding dresses, each with its own flair: Kurumi's dress was dramatic and black with red accents, Fran's was a pure white gown with subtle cat motifs, and Koneko's was sleek and modern with a hint of lace.
Finally, Fatalis stepped out with Valiana, both wearing traditional Javanese wedding dresses. The intricate details of the gold and batik patterns emphasized their enchanting, otherworldly beauty.
Satria's jaw nearly dropped. "You all… look gorgeous. Are you sure about doing this privately?"
"For now, yes," Fran replied confidently. "Naruto-san and Master would never let us hear the end of it if they found out. Besides…" She crossed her arms and smiled mischievously. "Let's tell them when I'm of legal age in this world. For now, let's make our relationship official."
Satria rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Geez… you girls really are something else."
Satria stood tall in the traditional Javanese attire, a combination of pride and nervousness evident in his posture. The room was prepared modestly but beautifully, with a serene atmosphere filled with blessings and prayers. His brides-to-be, each adorned in their unique cultural wedding dresses, sat across from him, their faces glowing with anticipation.
The ijab kabul (Islamic marriage proposal and acceptance) began, overseen by a respected ustaz and witnessed by close friends who were in the know about this private ceremony.
The ustaz addressed Satria formally, "Satria bin Matsumi, do you accept the responsibility of marriage and promise to fulfill your duties as a husband under the guidance of Allah?"
Satria nodded and responded with a clear and firm voice: "Saya terima nikahnya Kiyohime binti Matsumi, Valiana binti Matsumi, Kurumi binti Matsumi, Fatalis binti Matsumi, Fran binti Matsumi, dan Koneko binti Matsumi dengan mas kawin tersebut dibayar tunai."
The witnesses nodded in approval, and the ustaz smiled. "Sah."
With the marriage officially recognized, Satria stood and turned to his brides. One by one, he approached them, holding out a small velvet box for each.
He first placed a delicate purple gold ring on Kiyohime's finger, her sakura-themed design reflecting her graceful demeanor. "Kiyohime," he said, his voice soft but resolute, "you are my guide and my calm. Thank you for always standing by me. Will you accept it as my token of eternal love?"
Her eyes glistened with tears, and she smiled softly. "Yes, Danna-sama. I will treasure it forever."
Next, he moved to Valiana. From the second box, he presented a delicate silver ring encrusted with sapphires. "Valiana, my White Dragon Emperor, you are my partner in both battle and life. This tiara reflects the regal strength and beauty you embody. Will you accept it as proof of my devotion?"
Valiana chuckled, though her voice wavered with emotion. "You truly know how to spoil me, Darling. Of course, I accept."
Next, he approached Kurumi, slipping a ruby-adorned ring onto her finger. "Kurumi, my mischievous and loyal partner, life with you will never be boring. Thank you for being my joy."
Fatalis came next. He held her hand and placed a bold dragon-scale ring on her finger. "Fatalis, my mischievous Black Dragon of Calamity. You've taught me the importance of embracing chaos and finding joy in the unexpected. This ring represents the unbreakable bond we share. Will you accept it as a sign of my love?"
Fatalis grinned, her fiery eyes gleaming with excitement. "My boy, you've done it again. How could I ever say no?"
Satria approached Kurumi next, unveiling a black rose-shaped ring studded with rubies. "Kurumi, my queen of mischief and time. Your sharp wit and unwavering loyalty have been my greatest blessings. This ring symbolizes the passion and eternity of our love. Will you accept it?"
Kurumi's golden eyes sparkled as she took the ring, slipping it onto her finger. "How bold of you, dear husband. I accept, with all my heart."
Fran looked at him shyly as he approached her. Her feline-patterned ring glimmered as he slid it on her finger. "Fran, my innocent yet determined little warrior. This ring represents your courage and the gentle heart hidden beneath your strength. Will you accept it as a reminder of my unwavering support for you?"
Fran's ears twitched, and she blushed deeply as she nodded. "Yes, my Lord. Thou hast my eternal loyalty."
Finally, Satria faced Koneko, whose cheeks were tinted red as she looked up at him. Her sleek white ring was a perfect match for her. "Koneko, my quiet yet fierce kitten. The ring are a symbol of the incredible potential I see in you. With them, I hope you'll always feel my belief in you. Will you accept it?"
Koneko looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with emotion. She nodded shyly. "I… I will, Senpai. Thank you."
As he finished, Satria looked at all his wives, each now wearing or holding his token of love. They surrounded him, their smiles radiant and their hearts full.
"Well, it's done," Satria said with a soft chuckle. "I guess I'm officially yours now."
"Wrong," Kurumi teased, wrapping her arms around his neck. "We're officially yours."
Kiyohime leaned in, her voice gentle yet firm. "From this moment on, we'll always stand by your side, Danna-sama. In good times and bad."
Valiana smirked. "You better be ready for this, Hubby. You've married dragons, spirits, and warriors. There's no turning back now."
Satria smiled warmly, pulling them all into a group hug. "No turning back? Honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way."
Kurumi chuckled, resting her chin on her hand as she glanced at Koneko and Fran. "It may sound illegal, but who cares? They love each other, and having catgirls as sisters is like living in a dream." She gave a sly grin, clearly enjoying the idea of the expanding family dynamic.
Valiana nodded in agreement, her excitement barely contained. "Exactly! Besides, we know Satria isn't the type to mess around with people's feelings. But… are we really going to take this next step here?"
Fatalis leaned back with her signature smirk, brushing her hair aside dramatically. "Of course not, silly. The private hotel room near the beach is perfect for what we have in mind. Right, Kurumi-chan? You've prepared everything, haven't you?"
"Ara~ naturally," Kurumi replied, her golden eyes glinting mischievously. "I wouldn't leave such an important moment to chance. And as for you, Kiyohime-san, you'll get to explore more of your Danna-sama's homeland cuisine while we're there."
Kiyohime clasped her hands together, her expression one of both eagerness and contentment. "Oh, that sounds perfect. Spending time together as a family and learning more about my Danna-sama's roots? Count me in!"
Satria, on the other hand, was less thrilled about where this was heading. His face betrayed his inner turmoil as he glanced between his brides-to-be. "Wait… so this is happening for real? We're seriously doing this?"
All six of them nodded without hesitation, their expressions resolute.
'Oh no,' Satria thought, breaking into a cold sweat. 'What have I gotten myself into? But Fran and Koneko's ages are close to mine, right? And Fran is in her adult form… This isn't a crime, right? I'm not a lolicon. No way. Definitely not. I just… oh no. Why do they all look like they're ready to drain me of my very soul?! This can't be good.'
Fatalis chuckled, picking up on his spiraling thoughts. "Well, well, this calls for a new title for you, my dear boy. Let's make a list—10 Dosa Besar Pemain Blue Archive—and put your name at the top."
"APA MAKSUDNYA BAWA-BAWA BLUE ARCHIVE?!" Satria snapped, his frustration boiling over. "PALA BAPAK KAU 10 DOSA BESAR! And let me set the record straight—just because I play Blue Archive doesn't mean I'm some kind of lolicon! People act like that game is the worst, but Bensin Impact is way more suspect! You all just—bla! Bla! Bla!*"
The room erupted in laughter as Satria continued his rant, desperately trying to defend himself. Kurumi leaned into Fatalis, whispering, "He's so easy to provoke."
Valiana giggled. "True, but it's part of his charm, isn't it?"
Kiyohime smiled gently, watching the chaos unfold. "Danna-sama's passion is one of the things that make him so lovable."
Fran tilted her head, confused but amused by the ongoing debate. "What's this… Blue Archive thou speakest of? Is it some sort of sacred artifact?"
Koneko, more in tune with modern culture, smirked slightly. "No, Fran. It's just a mobile game. But apparently, it's enough to push senpai over the edge."
Satria groaned, throwing his hands in the air. "I give up. You're all against me, aren't you? This is a conspiracy!"
Kurumi grinned wickedly, stepping closer to him. "Ara~ not at all, dear husband. We're just… preparing you for what's to come. And trust me, it'll be worth it."
Fatalis gave him a pat on the back, her teasing grin never wavering. "Don't worry, my boy. We're not here to torture you… much. Just enjoy the ride."
Satria sighed, realizing resistance was futile. 'These girls are going to be the death of me,' he thought, though a small smile crept onto his lips. 'But I guess there are worse ways to go.'
To be continued...