—An ordinary day in the life of a degenerate shut-in, abbreviated as "degenerate quiet day"—
The duration of necromancy had ended. Diego's soul returned to the everyday world. Bare-chested, Diego slowly opened his eyes.
His azure pupils, true to his preferences, first checked his physical condition upon waking, then casually scanned the room.
Mm… forget-me-not flowers, ko no Dio's handsome statue, drawn curtains, the Split Soul Katana tossed carelessly aside, and Hori using my arm as a pillow while sleeping—everything seems normal.
Back to sleep…
Just as he closed his eyes again, Diego lifted his eyelids once more. Half-open, he murmured darkly: "Wait… something's wrong…"
It must be the wrong way to wake up. How could anyone approach this Dio without a sound and then peacefully use my arm as a pillow?!
So Diego narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully observed the face resting on his arm.
It really is Hori—when the hell did she get here?!
"wry—" Instinctively about to let out a wryyyyy, Diego clapped a hand over his mouth with a smack.
"Mmm~ Dio, what are you yelling about?" Hori Kyoko's eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, her voice soft and drowsy. Her gaze drifted hazily toward Diego. "Good morning— I'm so sleepy…"
Unfortunately, even that small movement still woke the soundly sleeping Hori.
Diego stared blankly, still out of it: "Ah… good morning. Hori, when did you get here?"
"Hm? Just now. You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you." Hori Kyoko replied.
She climbed out of bed, slipped on the room's slippers, pulled open the curtains blocking the sunlight, ran her fingers through her slightly messy hair, and walked into the kitchen.
"I see…" Diego murmured, a mix of complicated feelings swirling in his chest.
Completely unacceptable. He had grown numb from this peaceful life. Even though Hori's presence felt so familiar, he shouldn't have been so at ease that he failed to detect an intruder.
If this continues, he won't be able to face the coming trials. Back then, he clearly…
A sudden exclamation interrupted Diego's thoughts. Hori Kyoko poked her head out from the kitchen: "Ah! I almost forgot to ask what you want to eat. How about fried eggs for breakfast?"
"That's fine. In fact, that would be perfect." Diego nodded.
With Diego's approval, Hori Kyoko ducked back in. Soon the kitchen filled with the crackling sound of eggs dancing in hot oil.
Meanwhile, Diego shook his head, cleared away the unnecessary thoughts, got out of bed, and went to the wardrobe. He didn't choose his usual blue sweater and yellow breeches combo, nor did he put on the hat labeled "Dio."
Instead, he went the opposite route: a black crew-neck top and white long pants, letting his yellow hair fall loose. An overwhelming husband aura emanated from him.
Not long after, the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen stopped. Hori, wearing an apron, carried out two bowls of soup noodles topped with fried eggs.
Diego was already waiting at the dining table. The moment the noodles were set down, his eyes lit up and he dug in.
"Slurp!"
Hori Kyoko, however, didn't rush to eat. She gazed at Diego's profile in a daze, occasionally letting out infatuated giggles.
No way—is today some special occasion?
Dio is dressed with such husband energy! So exciting! That monkey suit looks great too, but changing into a different style really gives a whole new feeling!
Even those fierce dinosaur eyes seem gentle now!
"By the way, Dio—have you found a way back yet?" Hori Kyoko propped her chin on one hand. As if suddenly remembering, she asked with some worry.
Diego paused mid-bite, snapped the noodles, his gaze dimming slightly before he answered as if unconcerned: "Haven't found any means of crossing worlds yet, but no need to worry. Everything is still under this Dio's control."
"Really?"
"Mm… this noodle is seriously delicious! How can something taste this good? Probably the best noodles I've ever eaten!"
At that moment, Diego let out an exclamation that drew Hori's attention away.
"Hey, this bowl is definitely for Dio." Hori Kyoko smiled and pushed her own bowl of soup noodles toward Diego. Anticipating his reaction, she pressed a finger to her lips, resolute: "I already ate before coming. No refusing!"
"Are you saying this Dio can't finish a little bowl of noodles?" Hori Kyoko added.
"You think I can't finish it?" Diego stared straight ahead, lifted the bowl high, and dumped the entire contents—egg and all—into his mouth. After a few casual chews, he declared proudly: "Don't underestimate me… my appetite is huge. I could even eat an entire Manhattan Peninsula."
"Manhattan… isn't that a city?"
Since today was a rest day, after breakfast the two sat in front of the projector to kill time watching an 18+ ultra-gory horror film: 『Back Spirit ~Third Nightmare~』.
Hori Kyoko stared fixedly at the screen and asked curiously: "Dio, have you watched horror movies before?"
"Horror movies…" Diego's gaze froze. Memories of the past surfaced in his mind.
[It's Diego Brando—that monster is coming to our village?!]
[No way—Diego Brando isn't that vicious outlaw? The one who can kill demons with a glare, leaves no survivors wherever he passes, enemy of every lord—ranked number one on the 'enemy you never want to meet' list?]
[Eek!! Run—he's looking at us!!!]
Those three idiot adventurers were way too exaggerated. How did he not just strangle them all back then!
Every time Diego reviewed those memories, he felt his blood boil. Even if he hated to admit it, during the Demon King subjugation he had been thoroughly demonized—reduced to a terrifying fairy tale used to scare children.
"There was nothing like that in my homeland. Or rather, instead of saying there wasn't any—more like I was the horror movie." Diego said helplessly.
Hori Kyoko turned into bean eyes: "Eh? What does that mean?"
"Don't worry about it."
At that moment, the movie reached its climax.
"Eek—turning back in terror only to see a blood-soaked woman hanging upside down behind her—this scene is really well done!" Hori Kyoko intimately hugged Diego's arm.
Right in front of them was the brutal death of a side character. Hori smiled, covering her mouth, unable to hide her excitement.
"Hm… I think it's not done well enough. If I were the killer, I'd cut at the joints—no noise. The protagonist wouldn't get any warning, lowering their guard and making escape impossible." Diego pinched his chin, critiquing with interest. "Besides, this guy is way too merciful. Is he really a psychopath? If it's just to torment someone, he should play cat-and-mouse—give a little hope, then crush it repeatedly to break the little mouse's spirit."
"That would definitely be interesting to film. You sound so professional, Dio." Hori Kyoko sighed. "This movie still isn't scary enough."
Not scary enough? Easy fix.
Diego grinned. A sneaky dinosaur tail crept up and slowly touched Hori's face.
Under Diego's deliberate control, the tail felt ice-cold—like a corpse—combined with its slippery texture.
"Kyaaah—!!!" Even Hori, who could watch the goriest horror films with a smile, was badly startled.
Half-dragon Diego flashed a V-sign, smirking slyly: "Roar roar—prank plan complete success! This Dio is forever NO.1!"
Hori lightly patted her still-heaving chest and pouted, turning her head away and refusing to look at Diego.
"Hmph!"
"Surrender—this ko no Dio admits defeat. Don't give me the cold shoulder. I'll do anything." Realizing he'd gone too far, Diego raised both hands.
"Really?!" Hearing this, Hori Kyoko's eyes sparkled. She looked at Diego in delighted surprise. "Anything at all? You said it!"
Diego nodded with a smile: "Mm."
Hori wouldn't ask for anything too outrageous anyway…
"Then… then use your hand… slap me with your palm! Can Dio give me a really hard slap?!" Hori Kyoko held up one index finger, voice trembling with excitement, smiling brightly as she requested violence against herself. "Ahh, I've waited so long for this—I finally got my chance."
"Hah?" Diego's smile froze. He petrified on the spot, voice glitching like a broken machine: "Can't you just do that yourself…"
Is this punishment for all my past evil deeds?
Even if it's Hori's request, hurting a woman who's like a mother—I, Diego Brando, cannot do it!
People from another world can't accept such a weird play.
"No way—if it's not Dio, it has no meaning at all." Hori Kyoko closed her eyes and spread her arms, urging him eagerly: "Hurry up—Dio-sama isn't going back on his word, right?"
"Gulp…" Diego swallowed hard.
In the end, Diego closed his eyes too, face full of reluctance, carefully controlling his strength as he swung down this sinful slap.
Smack!
I did it! I actually slapped someone who's like a mother to me—Hori. But if it helps her come to her senses, it was worth—
"Hehehe…"
No… no way… that's too much… how can this be…
Hearing that delighted laugh, Diego opened his eyes in despair. Hori Kyoko's eyes curved into crescents, cheeks faintly flushed, corners of her mouth lifted in a silly grin.
"Ahem—not intense enough. Again!" Hori Kyoko fake-coughed twice, finally revealing her true ambition. Paired with a coquettish attack: "Come on—please, one more time!"
"..."
Smack!
"Hehe… ahem—since you've gone this far, just—just one more, pretty please—!"
"…Hori…" Diego hesitated, sighed, rallied himself, and barked sternly: "Hori Kyoko, you stupid woman! How dare trash like you order this great one? Do you even know who this great one is?!"
"Sorry sorry—I won't do it again!!!"
The smile on Hori's face seemed to grow even brighter.
Looking at that gentle smiling face, Diego instinctively reached to adjust his hat—only to grasp empty air.
Whatever—doesn't matter. At least Hori is happy.
After the strange play, Diego lay on the sofa, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Hori's waist, hugging her. His dinosaur tail lifted her onto his lap.
Hori Kyoko looked surprised: "Eh eh eh?"
Diego chuckled lightly: "This great one paid so much—at least help this Dio recover some sanity points, okay?"
Since Hori was straddling Diego's waist, a slight exertion from him caused her body to press forward uncontrollably, naturally hugging him tightly in return.
"Such a nostalgic scent…" Feeling that incredibly familiar presence, Diego murmured softly: "As expected, Hori—you should just marry this Dio. I'll take you to see my homeland."
Hori nodded, eyes complicated.
I feel the same—being with Dio is best. That nostalgic look… it makes me worry. Is he thinking of his late mother?
"Okay—together with Frieren-sama and the others. Anyway, laws in the other world aren't strictly monogamous." Hori hugged Diego's head, fingers interlacing as she replied softly: "Diego…"
Chuu…
Hori's red lips pressed against the jagged dinosaur mouth cleft that tore across his entire face up to his ears.
That one kiss, perhaps it was the beginning.
…
Hori's thighs clenched tighter around Diego's waist as she straddled him, her heat already soaking through the thin fabric separating them. She rolled her hips once slow, grinding down until she felt every thick inch of him twitch beneath her. A low, throaty moan slipped from her lips at the contact.
Diego's hands clamped onto her ass, fingers sinking into soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. He dragged her forward again, forcing another long drag of her slick folds along his length.
"Nnnh… fuck…" he growled against her mouth.
Hori answered by biting down on his lower lip, drawing a hiss from him before she soothed the sting with slow, wet sweeps of her tongue. She pulled back just enough to speak, voice already wrecked.
"You said you don't like being pinned…" She rocked again, harder this time, letting her clit catch on the swollen head of him through his pants. "But you're so hard already…"
Diego's response was to flip them in one brutal motion. The sofa cushions dipped under Hori's back as he loomed above her, knees pinning her thighs wide. One large hand wrapped around her throat not choking, just holding while the other yanked her shirt up and over her head in a single rough pull.
Her breasts spilled free. Diego's gaze dropped immediately, dark and ravenous.
"These…" His thumb brushed one already-tight nipple, circling once, twice. "Have been begging for my mouth since you climbed on top."
He dipped his head and sucked the peak into his mouth without warning hard, wet, obscene suction that made Hori's spine arch off the couch.
"Ahh~!"
The wet pop when he released it was loud in the quiet room. He switched to the other nipple, teeth grazing just enough to sting before soothing with slow, swirling licks. Every pull of his mouth sent a fresh gush of wetness between her legs.
Hori's fingers twisted in his golden hair, tugging hard.
"D-Dio… please…"
He lifted his head just enough to speak against her skin, voice gravel-rough.
"Please what? Use your words, baby."
She whimpered, hips jerking uselessly under his weight.
"Want… want your cock… inside…"
Diego's grin was feral.
"Good girl."
He reared back only long enough to shove his pants down. His cock sprang free heavy, thick, already leaking at the tip. Hori's eyes widened, a hungry little sound escaping her throat.
Diego fisted himself once, twice slow strokes that made the head glisten then guided himself to her entrance. He didn't push in right away. Instead he dragged the swollen tip through her folds, coating himself in her slickness, teasing her clit with every pass.
Hori's hips bucked.
"Dio please~!"
He pressed forward just the head stretching her open with slow, relentless pressure.
"Fuck… so tight…" he groaned.
Hori's nails dug into his shoulders. A long, broken moan tore from her throat as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until he bottomed out with a wet slap of skin on skin.
They both froze for a heartbeat panting, trembling savoring the feeling of being completely joined.
Then Diego rolled his hips.
Once.
Hard.
Hori's head fell back on a sharp cry.
"Ahhn~!"
He didn't give her time to adjust. He pulled out almost to the tip then slammed back in setting a brutal, steady rhythm that made the sofa creak dangerously beneath them.
Every thrust punched a new sound out of her:
"Nh~! Ah~! Haa~!"
Diego hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle until he was hitting something deep inside that made her vision white out.
"Right there~!" she sobbed. "Dio right there~!"
He growled, pace turning punishing. The wet slap-slap-slap of their bodies meeting filled the room, punctuated by Hori's increasingly desperate moans.
Diego leaned down, mouth crashing against hers in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Tongues slid together, slick and hungry. He swallowed every whimper, every plea.
When he pulled back a string of saliva connected their lips.
"Gonna come?" he rasped against her ear. "Gonna soak my cock like a good girl?"
Hori nodded frantically, tears clinging to her lashes.
"Y-Yes please~!"
Diego reached between them, thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, ruthless circles.
"Come on then," he ordered, voice dark velvet. "Come all over this Dio's dick."
Hori shattered.
Her whole body locked up back bowing, thighs shaking as she came with a raw, broken scream.
"Nnnaaahhh~!!!"
Her walls clamped down like a vise. Diego groaned long and low, thrusts turning erratic as he fucked her through the spasms.
When the worst of her aftershocks faded he slowed but didn't stop.
"Turn over."
Hori barely had the strength to move, but Diego helped flipping her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up until she was presented on her knees.
He smoothed one palm down the elegant line of her spine, then gripped her hips again.
"Arch your back," he murmured.
Hori obeyed instantly, pressing her chest to the cushions and lifting her ass higher.
Diego groaned at the sight her pretty pink folds still fluttering, dripping down her thighs.
"Perfect."
He notched himself at her entrance once more then thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
Hori wailed into the cushion.
Diego set a punishing pace deep, punishing snaps of his hips that made her whole body jolt forward with every thrust.
"Fuck look at you…" he growled. "Taking it so well… like you were made for this cock…"
Hori could only moan high, needy, broken each slam driving her closer to another edge.
Diego reached around, fingers finding her clit again.
"Come again," he commanded. "Come on my cock one more time."
She did almost instantly screaming his name into the fabric as her second orgasm ripped through her.
Diego followed right after burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan as he spilled deep inside her, pulse after hot pulse.
They collapsed together sweaty, trembling, breathless.
After long minutes Diego pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the bite mark on her shoulder.
"Still want both?" he murmured, teasing.
Hori laughed weakly, turning her head to catch his lips in a lazy, sated kiss.
"…Maybe next time."
Diego smirked against her mouth.
"Next time," he promised, "I'm tying you down first."
.…
—Inside an elementary school in Morioh—
At dusk, with the school dismissal bell ringing, Hori Sota walked out the school gate with his backpack. His gaze landed on Diego, who was leaning against the railing.
"Why is it Dio-oniichan picking me up today?" Sota took Diego's hand, voice lively.
Diego replied: "Feel honored. For the next three days at least, it's probably going to be this Dio picking you up."
"Eh? Why?"
"Got bitten…"
Diego didn't answer directly. He covered the clear tooth marks on the back of his neck and pitifully complained to Sota: "Listen—your sister just bites me out of nowhere."
"Ah le?"