The story's premise is as straightforward as its title. It's Monster Musume: DxD Version. It'll be a much lighthearted story compared to my other stories which you should still check out because they're my stories ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

It can't get simpler than that, really. It's about Issei's everyday life with the many female cast of Dee ecks Dee

Obviously, and as it should be, it'll be a story with more fluff and tittays and less drama and less bang-bang-boosto-boosto. The action will be very few and far in between

And lastly, please don't take the boobs joke seriously. I respecht whamen. (Seriously though.) I have no intention of offending anyone

Everyday Life with Supernatural Girls

Prologue

||Caretaker||

Issei Hyoudou was and is, to put it simply, an ordinary young male of ordinary origin. His father worked as a white-collared worker and his mother was a stay-at-home housewife. Although people might state otherwise, as not many ordinary young male of ordinary origin could be at the same position as he was now.

Three years ago he graduated from his high school with average grade. He had always had a fascination of surviving on his own in this vast great world. Supported by his always supportive parents, his curiosity of the world, and buoyed by his burning desires to see boobs of other places, at the ripe age of 18, Issei moved away from his hometown.

He moved from the peaceful city of Kuoh. His place of birth. A home where he had lived for 18 years.

It was difficult, of course. He never expected it to be easy. There was little a fledgling high school graduate who played adult games daily with little knowledge of how the outside truly worked could do. The illogical job requirements and his age got him rejected here and there. Of course, his parents still send him some monthly allowances, although he never used them as long as he still had his own money, and kept them as emergency funds.

He rented a small standard apartment, burnt through paychecks to paychecks as he was doing multiple part-time jobs to make sure he could live, exhausted himself days to night to a point his body adapted to his rough schedule.

Did that ever stop him? No.

It 'dimmed' his spirit at times, but never once did he give up. Always brought himself back up, because if not him, then who would? He was out here to prove himself and by his own decision. If he couldn't take care of himself, how else would he take care of his girls when he attained his harem? Or a single girl?

Issei was blessed as a healthy boy. His parents rarely ever got sick. The only time he had to spend the day off school was when he was an elementary student, and it wasn't because of his sickness, but because his mother was ill and his father had an important meeting to stay home and care her. Even then, his mother got better the very next day.

Yet eventually, the inevitable happened. A day came where his body could no longer take the burdens. At mid-winter evening, he collapsed in his way to his small apartment.

But it was at that snowy day where he met her, the golden priestess. He didn't remember the details, because who could when everything was spinning?

When he woke, she told him she found him lying on top of snows, blanketed by the same white sheet at the bottom of the stairs leading to a shrine—their home.

It was snowing like no other. He could have died that day, and maybe, he would have if not for her. But Issei didn't like mulling over on that kind of scary thing. He had never been the kind to dwell on the past and kill his own spirit.

Still, it didn't mean he didn't curse his torrid luck. Being bedridden for hours was awfully boring, and him being the adventurer at heart, Issei refused to stay at one place for more than one hour without doing anything—except when he had a date with Rosie Palms. As long as his feet still could carry him, he wanted to move around. And thus, he set forth on a little venture around the shrine.

It wasn't a grand shrine by any means. It was old and traditionally wooden. The floors made creaking noises each time he took a step, and although it was cleaner than he thought, it could use some repairs. He doubted many people came by often since there were many other shrines that were more famous.

But maybe he shouldn't have snooped around. It was most likely that he shouldn't, because he saw what he was not meant to see.

No, he didn't stumble into her while she was changing.

He did stumble into her, but not when she was changing. In fact, she was doing an everyday work of maintaining the shrine, cleaning the dusts of furniture as she hummed a light melody. It wouldn't be that big of a deal if she didn't have nine fluffy bushy tails swishing around merrily, or the pointy set of orange ears sitting on top of her long golden hair.

'This is a dream.' He had said to himself. He even pinched his cheek, and shrieked when he pinched himself too hard.

His little shriek caused their eyes to meet, and Issei felt a pang of guilt when he saw the distress in her eyes and heard her very silent, "Oh no..."

But he also felt the warm encasing feeling and a rise of confusion the moment he saw her daughter came running in from the other side of the room. Like mother like daughter, he supposed. The little girl was a spitting image of her. She had the same hair. Same furry ears. Same bushy tail—except hers was just a single bushy tail.

Their scream of panic was the last voice he heard when he fainted.

He woke up at the same bed. Same traditional futon. But instead of her, someone else was standing at the small room. Someone tall and foreign. Someone with a purple wine suit and dark hair. Someone with six pairs of night black wings darker than a raven's wings. Someone who looked like they would spend hours in a nightclub.

"What one insane dream I'm having." Issei muttered. He no longer felt the crippling heat of his cold, and his voice was no longer husky. His vision wasn't blurry too, and he could see the tall man was looking at him with a grin.

"About time you wake up, boy. Any longer and I would've left for another day." His voice was deep, but casually carefree.

"...I'm not dreaming am I...?"

"Unfortunately, you aren't." The man said cryptically as he moved closer, towering against him. At this point, Issei had fully given up on his fate to whoever was above. "Get up, boy, you're no longer sick. And how much longer are you going to stay here and sleep?"

Issei gulped. His tone was friendly, but his black wings suggested otherwise. He wasn't judgmental. He was often judged by others, but he was never the one to judge. However, he had never seen a cosplay this well done, and he could only be in denial for so long.

Sluggishly, he rose up to his feet, and the man really was tall. A complete head taller than him.

Before he could speak, Issei raised his finger. "...Uh... question, and be honest with me, am I going to die?"

The man seemed amused with his question. "Heh, we're all gonna die one day. You, me. But not today."

Quite the snarker. Awesome. Issei loved sarcastic person. "Okay, then am I going to get hurt...? As in, today?"

"Relax, kiddo." The man chuckled, offering a smile. "We're not going to hurt ya. At worst, we'll have to erase your memory."

"Like Men in Black?"

"Exactly." he smirked, "Sort of. But that's only if you want to."

Issei thought for a moment to register what he meant or if he heard wrong. Who would want their memory cleansed? Someone who had horrible memories maybe, or dark troubled past like those edgy MCs. But Issei didn't have no such horrible memories or past.

"Well...? What's it gonna be? Want your memory wiped away? It won't be everything. Only for the part where you saw her and me. So... more or less, you'll only forget what happened today."

Issei recalled what the winged guy meant instantly. How could he ever forget their tails?

Obviously, he didn't want to. He had discovered something he had never seen before, like hell he wanted to forget his discovery. That's like throwing away his research if he's a scientist. Or for a more relatable term, deleting his save file.

"It's my own decision, right?"

"Yeup."

"It's fine if I keep my memory as it is?"

"Yeup."

"And... I don't have to pay or do anything if I refuse...?"

At that, the man thought for a while, humming. "Well... You don't have to worry about money, if that's what you're worried about."

Issei sensed a 'but' coming soon.

And it did. "But there is a catch if you do..." Issei didn't like the way he's smiling now. "You remember her, the woman who saved you?"

He nodded slowly, unsure where this was heading.

"You remember how many tails she has?"

"...Nine."

"And how many tails her daughter has?"

"One?" Seriously, where was he taking him with all these questions?

"Any idea who they are?"

"She's Yasaka, and the little girl is Kunou... They live here."

"Wrong. Well, you're right – partly right. But that's not what I meant when I asked you." He smiled smugly. At least someone was enjoying this.

The man then walked around the room methodically. "You see, boy, there are various beings in this world. Most humans, like you," he nudged his goateed-chin at him, "think they're alone. But you can probably tell how wrong they are by now if you have half a brain."

He stopped walking, and looked at him dead in the eyes. "There are various other races, and I'm not talking about ethnics." his eyes held his to make sure he's listening, and Issei was. What else was there to do but listen? "I myself, for one, am a Fallen Angel."

"People will probably wonder how far you fell if you tell them that." Crap— that was accidental. And Issei immediately shut himself up.

But the guy cracked into a burst of laughter. "Hahaha! You've got a humor in you. It's fine, it's fine, just relax. I like snappy brats. They're annoying but not boring."

Issei breathed in relief.

"But still, you better watch your tongues around other people like me. I like jokes; they're fun. Wits too. But others? Not so much." he said seriously, and Issei took it seriously. He flinched when he extended a hand, though. "Anyway, the name's Azazel. Nice to meet you, boy."

Issei grabbed it and shook firmly like a man. "Issei. Hyoudou Issei. Nice to meet you too, er... Azazel-san?"

"Bah, you Japanese and your politeness. Just Azazel's fine. Let's keep it casual between us." Retracting his hand, Azazel nodded several times, as if he was mentally sizing him up. "Ah, where did we left off... oh right. Do you believe in Supernatural? Folklores and whatnots?"

Honesty is the best policy. His father taught him that. "No. Not really, no. ...I don't know... Maybe?"

"Hah, you're confused. Fair enough." Azazel cackled. "As you can see, I'm one of 'em. Fallen angels are one of what your people refer as 'Supernatural', a convenient simplified term to include any sentient beings that aren't humans." he explained, "And the nice lady who took care of you? She's a Kitsune and so is her daughter. Their ethnicity, however, is a Kyuubi. Just like you being a Japanese Human. Catch my drift?"

"Uh-huh..." Issei's was far from the best thinker, but he was no idiot.

Most of the times.

"The governments know we exist for quite a time now," the government. Of course. Who else would it be to hide the truth from the public. "and both of us have been working on living together. Lucky you, we're just about to announce the news tomorrow. If not, well... I'd have to do what I have to do."

Issei had the sense to pale at that. Azazel seemed friendly, but he could be intimidating.

"Anyway, don't worry about that stuff. Let's just say you're one of the lucky few." He said, "The people here, missus Yasaka and the lively little brat, they happen to be under my watch. On legal terms, I'm their Overseer. You know, someone who looks after someone, but not like a babysitter. More like their uh... agent, as you can say."

The young boy nodded again. He just accepted whatever he told him as fact at this point. He'd believe him even if he told him the sky was actually green but the government did some science-stuff to make it blue because green was ugly.

"Good." Azazel smiled, glad that the boy wasn't thickheaded. "You see, once the announcement was made, the chiefs are arranging a plan to smooth the progress. Because let's be real. To you, we're freaks of nature aren't we?"

Issei furrowed his eyebrows. "What? Why? I think that's pretty cool if anything."

"You do?" Azazel's smirk grew into a genuine smile. "Well, that makes it easier then. Just to make sure, you're twenty-something eh?"

"Twenty-one. Twenty-two next year. Why?"

"Good, good. You're young but old enough." Azazel nodded. "I'll just get straight to the point: would you mind being these family's Caretaker? And that means they'll live with you, not the other way around."

Issei kept his head cool. The idea was exciting, and inside, he was jumping like a rabbit on caffeine. "That— that'll be nice, but I'm just a guy living in a small apartment!"

"Oh yeah, we know that already." Of course. Issei wouldn't be surprised if they knew where he stored his stash either. "And we know where you hide your goods too."

Goddammit.

"Gotta say... you have some fine taste. Maybe I should introduce you to my colleague if things go well... she's quite chipper... young as you... nice rack... a bit feisty though."

His eyes lit up in flames. "Please do."

"Hahahaha! Easy there kiddo. I like your interest, though." Azazel snickered. "Anyway—wow, how many times have I said 'anyway'? —well, anyway, you didn't have to worry about living expenses. The govvies will cover any expenses, as long as you follow the rules."

And then, with a snap of his finger, a huge bundle of papers appeared out of nowhere, floating to his hands. Issei gingerly placed his hands beneath it, and the moment Azazel let it drop, Issei nearly dropped as well. That was as heavy as he thought.

"You humans sure love them rules." Azazel commented dryly. "I won't bother reading all of them, and you shouldn't either. They're just formalities. Treat them nicely and you'll be fine."

Issei smiled. He would rather not read this thick of an encyclopedia if possible.

"I've been loitering around for too long. Here's my business card. Call me if you agree with everything on it or if you don't. Give my regards to the young missus. Ciao~"

And with a two-fingers salute, the fallen angel's twelve black wings shrouded his body, before a black explosion of shadows covered the whole room. Afterwards, only a single feather was left, floating slowly in the air. Azazel had completely disappeared, and Issei had to admit it: that was wicked sick.

"Damn..." he muttered, staring at the lone feather as it swayed to the wooden panel. "That just happened."

It was a weird turn of events, and he liked weird turn of events when it's beneficial for him. He was all giddy at the moment, smiling like a fool. A dream came true. Not because he wouldn't have to worry about money, but because more races mean more girls, and more girls mean more boobs. Simple as that.

For a good five seconds, Issei pranced around the small quaint room, until a gentle white hand slid the traditional door open to the side, revealing the lovely priestess and her timid daughter, looking at the dancing man with golden eyes filled with uncertainty.

Issei gawked, and he stopped. Embarrassed beyond words as he rubbed his neck. "Um... That was uh... that was a human's victory dance. Yeah, like that would work..."

As he heard her soft giggle, he figured it did work, only not the way he intended it to.

"Are you... are you alright?" She asked in a soft tune.

Issei paused. "...Uh... I think so...? Am I...?"

She looked as troubled as him, but then he realized why the moment her 'characteristics' popped out. Nine lustrous golden tails with white tips unfurled slowly behind her sensuous figure, as did her ears that were like a twin pair of orange wick of a candle. Her daughter did the same, though with much more hesitation than her mother.

'Their tails. I want to touch them.' was the only thing Issei could think of despite his deadpanned stare.

The small girl brought her tail forward, and hugged onto it. He felt his manliness was waning, and fast. It was then Yasaka's fox ears drooped as she avoided his eyes. It was also then Issei's heart was bound to burst at any moment.

He closed his eyes, and took a deep, deep breath. 'Stay strong. Keep calm. You got this. Probably.'

"...I understand we may look odd to you... but-"

"Huh— wait what?" There goes his calm. "N-no! No, of course not! I think you're very beautiful, and your tails are very beautiful and cute. And oh gods what have I said. I meant it though."

For whatever reason Issei couldn't tell, a very hot blush splashed on their snowy face, followed with a bashful smile.

Since then, the rest was history.

Break

"—tan!"

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"—iitan! Wake up!"

It was seven in a cold December morning when Hyoudou Issei was cruelly snatched from his oddly realistic dream, and dragged back to the cruel reality by a brutal pounce onto his stomach.

"OOF!"

Groaning in pain, the now fully woken-up young lad was greeted by a pair of lively golden eyes, staring at him up close. The white tip of her orange tail swishing behind her small face and her flock of golden hair. She paid no regards of his personal space whatsoever, and in no way being trampled on first thing in the morning was his ideal method of being woken up, but goddammit was her smile adorable.

"Good morning~!"

With a sigh, and a voice sewn with sleepiness, Issei returned the greeting with an equally sleepy smile. "Morning Kunou."

Satisfied with her success, the juvenile vixen tittered as she laid the side of her head to his chest, one bushy tail swaying here and there whereas her pointy furry ears flicked once in a while, reacting to the slightest of sounds.

Issei gulped. Not five days since he had been sharing the same roof with her, here in this luxurious house that he thought was just enough for three people to live in. The government was quite the stingy pricks he betted.

It wasn't the first time she did this exact same thing, but he couldn't help but feel his blood sugar had passed its recommended level. However, as exceptionally adorable as she was, Issei was not one without priorities.

"Come on, Kunou... get off me..." he yawned, patting her messy bedhair that hadn't been tied to the usual perky ponytail. "I have to get ready."

Her fox ears drooped in the same way when he arrived home thirty minutes late. "But it's snowing outside..."

Yet another tug at his heart strings so early in the morning. But such was the hitch of his duty as the sole earner of this small household.

"It's because it's snowing outside I have to get ready."

Kunou didn't budge. Well, she did budge when nuzzling his chest over the blanket, but that wasn't the budge he was looking for.

Sensing his stare, Kunou tipped her head up. "But it's cold... What if Kunou gets cold...?"

Instead, he felt it was him who budged. 'Be tough, Issei. Be tough.' he steeled himself. At times like these, he must be stern.

"Kunou, I'm no genius, but I know foxes can handle cold better than—" The Kitsune could tell by his tone she was about to get scolded. Hence she activated her foolproof defense mechanism: the so-called puppy eyes, or in her case, the vixen eyes.

"But... Niitan isn't a fox... what if Niitan gets cold...?"

And it should be noted that up close, the effect was twice as devastating. Coupled with her petulant pouty mouth, there was little he could do.

"Kunou dear," at the lighthearted soprano, the young crafty Kitsune's eyes lit up in terror as her vulpine features stiffened, muttering a quiet 'uh-oh', "Issei-dono has other issues to attend to. Spoiling you so early in the morning isn't one of it."

Kunou whined in the whiniest way possible. "But mooomm!"

"...Good morning Yasaka-san."

"Good morning Issei-dono. Breakfast is ready." The Kyuubi gave him a sweet smile that melted away the coldness of winter's first light.

The sweetness of the smile was short-lived though, as she turned at her daughter, and said, "And you, young lady, you're no longer a child anymore. You should try to be as—"

And then, the mother and daughter held a little argument right there in his room. The mother stood underneath the door-frame with an apron hugging her voluptuous body, and the daughter still lying on his chest like nobody's business. It was almost like he wasn't there.

Still drowsy, Issei plopped his head back to the pillow. 'Might as well steal some snores...'

"I just want to—" Realizing his intent, Kunou gasped, and jumped on his chest, knocking the wind off him and also scaring her mother. "Niitan! Don't go back to sleep!"

"Okay, okay! I'm up!"

"Kunou!" Yasaka raised her tone in worry. "Issei-dono, are you alright?"

"It's fine... I'm okay. I needed that anyway." He laughed with a sheepish smile. It did hurt. Maybe it wouldn't hurt as bad if it's Yasaka who bounced on him— 'No. NONONO. IMPURITY. NO. GO AWAY.'

Realizing she might had overdone it, Kunou looked devastated. "Niitan, are you okay—eeeek!"

Flinging himself off the bed, and effectively throwing Kunou off the bed as well, Issei was now fully awake. For real, this time. No more lazing around. He was no longer a young man living on his own, but a full-fledged capable young man with responsibilities and a tiny yet lively family to take care.

So onward to the bathroom he went, with Kunou giddily trotting behind him, mimicking his walk.

"No no, young lady. You shouldn't trouble Issei-dono anymore. You're going to help mommy."

"But mooooom! NooooOOOO! This is violence! Kunou will start a riot— Kunou will start the biggest fire the North has ever seen! Waaaahh! Niitan! Save me!"

As a trashing Kunou was heaved into the air by Yasaka, Issei could finally brush his teeth at ease. His days as a Caretaker had only just begun.

To be continued...

It's a yaaasss for Yasaka

Kunou is supposed to have nine tails already, ye, but she's still young. According to the folklore that is wikipedia, the more tails a kitsune has, the older, wiser, and more powerful they are. The girl's not even 13 and Yasaka's not the leader of Kyoto. So one tail it is

Besides, it's not about the number... it's about the fluff.

It's a peaceful life for both Hell and Earth and Heaven. Sacred Gears don't exist, and hence, Issei will be a normal human guy without superpowers.

That means, unfortunately, Ddraig and Albion will be rendered useless. But have no fear, I have things in plan for these two Dragons.

And lastly, as always, thank you for giving this story a read. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I do. Have a nice day!