Chapter Text
Inside the Royal Palace of Lugunica, the residents of the grand mansion lived their lives as usual.
It was late afternoon, the sun nearly setting.
King Natsuki Subaru could be seen walking through the corridors, his brow slightly furrowed.
“Why the hell is this place so huge? And why are there so many rooms that lead nowhere?”
Speaking with genuine confusion, the King could not understand the Palace’s bizarre internal structure.
It was so large that those who lived there frequently got lost for hours, to the point that many simply marked the locations where they would always remain.
Beatrice refused to leave the same four corridors, afraid she would get lost for another entire week if she stepped outside her beloved familiar territory.
Ram wouldn’t lift a single muscle to clean any area outside Roswaal’s office, and he himself rarely left that room.
Otto once tried to create a map of the place, but whenever he attempted it, the rooms and hallways made absolutely no sense the next day. Everyone was disappointed when the plan failed. They should never have believed in someone like Otto.
Garfiel didn’t even enter the Palace beyond the dining hall, which he accessed by jumping through the window near the training field. No one is allowed to know that he cried a lot when he got lost for a whole day (everyone already knows).
Spica became a means of transportation for anyone who wanted to reach other rooms. They still remember when they made her drink liters of coffee and let her run absolutely everywhere at full speed so she could memorize the layout and teleport people wherever they wanted. Without her, everyone refused to explore the place alone.
But Subaru ended up getting lost.
He didn’t know why, but when he left the bathroom, he somehow ended up somewhere completely different.
Cold sweat ran down his back as he prepared to scream at the top of his lungs for his adorable daughter to come save him.
“Subaruuuu!”
“Subaru-kun!”
Two voices echoed through the corridors. The young man felt relieved he wasn’t alone.
“Thank Od you’re here too! I think I’d actually go insane if I were lost alone in these halls, hahaha.”
But when he looked more closely at his beloved wives, a terrible sense of déjà vu invaded his mind.
And he began running once again.
A situation like this would normally be common—one of his dear wives wanting a bit more “intimacy” with her husband, and Subaru would always gladly accept.
But when both of them were in that mood…
The situation was very different.
Subaru had almost died the first time. He genuinely felt like he might die back then. Even though it had been absolutely incredible, with immense reluctance he tried to refuse once more—running away from his problems without looking back.
And obviously, the result was the same.
“This is a serious violation of my rights! I deserve freedom!... Please! You said you loved me, didn’t you?!”
Subaru found himself tied to a bed, wearing nothing but his underwear, while Emilia and Rem looked at him with intense desire. He could only speak and await his inevitable fate.
“We love you very much, Subaru-kun. That’s exactly why we did this.”
Subaru did not like that tone of voice.
So, trusting once again in his LOYAL companions—
“Cor le—?!”
A hand, whiter than snow, forcefully covered his mouth.
“No, no, no! We found out what you did last time, Subaru! And we’re veeeeery angry! No one gets involved in our special moment!”
Even so, Subaru tried to activate his Authority—only to realize he couldn’t feel anyone else besides the three of them inside that room.
“What did they do?! Why go this far for something like this?!”
Once again, Subaru saw them approaching. He begged for anyone to save him—and his prayers seemed to be answered.
A world of darkness covered his vision.
“I love you.”
“Huh?”
“I love you.”
“S-Satella!”
“I love you.”
“Thank you! Thank you so much!”
“I love you.”
“I was probably going to die, but you saved me!”
“I love you.”
With each declaration of love, a shadowy figure approached. Subaru’s mind and spirit filled with affection and gratitude toward that figure.
She was now a single step away from him—close enough that the slightest movement would make their bodies touch.
“I need to thank you again. Thank you for saving me from very likely having my pelvis destroyed.”
“Who said you won’t?”
…
…
…
…
“What?”
Subaru was suddenly thrown to the “ground,” Satella positioning herself on top of him.
“I have waited 400 years for an opportunity like this. You won’t escape again, my beloved.”
The sensation was nauseating—yet overwhelmingly exhilarating. Subaru drowned in a world made solely for the love of a Witch directed entirely and exclusively at him.
His entire being felt bathed in pure, visceral love—continuously desired, continuously [loved].
At some point, he forgot time. He forgot the world beyond that love. That desire swallowed him in an oppressive yet comforting way. It felt right. His mind and body accepted everything without hesitation.
And it continued.
Again...
And again…
And again…
“That was incredible, my love.”
“…hu…”
They lay in the void, Satella savoring every second she had with her beloved Subaru. She was already excited for when she could have this moment again.
“Unfortunately, our time is over. I look forward to the next opportunity!”
“Wai—”
He opened his eyes.
And what he saw filled him with absolute terror.
“Are you ready, Subaru?”
“Unfortunately, ‘No’ isn’t an option, Subaru-kun.”
“No… No! Wait! I need to rest! Please!”
They approached without listening.
“AAAAAAAAAH!”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
“I… did it!”
Once again, he lay in bed, panting and drenched in sweat, his two wives sleeping peacefully at his sides.
It had been the greatest battle of Natsuki Subaru’s life. He had used absolutely every bit of experience he possessed in intimate matters. He compensated for every disadvantage with technique—and with GREAT difficulty, he managed to survive another night.
He couldn’t deny it.
He had loved every single second of it.
Even with the overwhelming fear of death.