Whenever you find yourself in the EHI building, alone with Lucian and Lilith, you can't help but feel like you're about to die. They haven't threatened you or anything; the father-daughter combo just has that effect on you. But since you've become the communal "manager with benefits" in the boarding house, your paranoia has grown tenfold. Sure, a small, cowardly part of you suggests that you could always claim that you were taken advantage of, but since having a threesome with Casey and Yyvnn over a week ago, you realise that you've made your bed, and you've got to learn to lie in it. Besides, you've already thrown your lot in with the whole kinky situation. Natasha makes sure to remind you that you can always call it off, and you haven't considered doing that once.

Though she does tend to say that first thing in the morning after waking you up with a teasing handjob. You're not complaining, though. Well, it would be nice if she could at least bring tissues with her from time to time; the house's washing machine has been working overtime.

But with your demonic charges off either attending their courses or attending to their own errands, you find yourself meeting with your EHI handler and her father alone. Truth be told, you have a hard time concentrating on what they discuss with you. Something to do with the progress of the other homestays and yet another reminder that you're the most important of them all.

The pressure is enough to give you a headache.

"How are things on the MAHI front?" Lucian asks from behind his desk, not looking up from his papers.

"Been keeping an eye on them. Nothing outside of usual HOA-level bullshit. What about you, kid?" Lilith responds from the window.

You shrug and answer as concisely as you can. You've seen Gladys and her posse out and about from time to time, and she always makes a point of talking to you. You even met her out with her husband once; Darrell, a bulky cop. He seemed like a nice enough guy, though his wife didn't let him get a word in edgewise.

"Mm. What about your charges?"

Good. They're good.

"Just good?"

You swear on your life you see his eyes flash when he looks up at you. You just nod emphatically. If he finds out just how 'good' the girls are...

"... Mm. Well. I'll be sure to interview them in time. Next week marks the three-month point, after all."

He flips through his documents.

"Aside from that... things are progressing smoothly. I suppose a congratulations is in order."

You sit there waiting for a commendation, but Lucian just stares blankly at you.

"You can go now," he urges, returning his attention to his paperwork.

Frowning, you glance over to Lilith. She makes a quick shooing gesture, but upon noting the look on your face, she rolls her one good eye and flashes you a quick thumbs-up. It's about the best you can expect from the dynamic father-daughter duo, so with a heavy sigh, you thank them both for their time and exit the office.

As you leave through the regional EHI offices, a few of the workers give you friendly waves and words of encouragement, reminding you that it's not just your household involved in this homestay venture. There's an entire building of people working behind the scenes to ensure that you and your charges are well taken care of.

So it's all the more daunting to think of how catastrophic it would be should your little secret get out.

With that comforting thought, you head to the ground floor and step outside.

"Ah! Right on time!" calls a jubilant voice from your left.

Bathed by the warm summer sun, you look over to find none other than Muu making her way down the pavement towards you, her tail wagging a thousand miles an hour behind her.

Since her arrival on Earth a few short months ago, Muu has found her stride with human fashion, favouring flowing sundresses and blouses in all manner of cool tones ranging from whites and creams to pastels and gentle blues.  She seems to enjoy wearing anything with oceanic theming; whether it’s a mere coincidence or out of love for her Hellish hometown is anyone’s guess, yours least of all.  Still, you can’t help but gaze admiringly at the Glutton as she quickens her pace down the street, breaking out into a light jog in order to wrap you in a hug.  The duck egg sundress she wears drifts fluidly across her soft curves with every step she takes, giving you and everyone else caring to watch a full show of how her body jiggles and shakes.

Quite a lot of people are staring, actually.  A pair of suited businessmen gawk at the rounded horns poking through a pair of holes cut into her custom sunhat, while a small child jogs his mother’s arm and points at Muu’s thick tail wagging furiously behind her.  You’re made acutely aware of how unused the general public still is to demons at large, but she doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest.  Your apple-green cooking partner giggles and throws herself into your arms in a friendly hug, in full view of everyone.

“Hiya sir!  Glad I caught you!” Muu says with a smile, wrapping her gentle arms around your neck.

She smells like lavender; perfume, you figure.  While you try to figure out what else your nose is picking up, the Glutton steals her chance to quickly plant her bottle-green lips on your neck, sending a pleasant jolt down your spine.

“Heehee.  Sorry.  I got overexcited,” she whispers in your ear.

You laugh it off and return her hug.  Taking your hand, she steps back and peers up into your eyes.

“You’re not busy now, are you?”

No, you just got done with all your business for the day.

“Oh, excellent!  We were just heading to the farmer’s market down in that little square by the sushi place you told me about!  Oh, did I tell you I went there?!  It was wonderful, sir!  Every bit the treat you made it out to be and more!”

Before she can launch into another dramatic speech about how much she loves sushi – as cute as it is, you’ve been through enough of them – you draw Muu’s attention back to her first statement.

What does she mean by ‘we?’

“Mm?  Why, can’t you- um… where did she…?” the Glutton mumbles, looking around for someone who just isn’t there.

A little concerned, you place a hand on your lodger’s shoulder and squint down the street, your gaze drawn to a figure stumbling down the pavement towards you.

A deep sigh tears through your body.  Yeah, there’s only one person you know who would be so bold as to wear a mink coat on a day as hot as this.

You watch as Callyette shambles towards you, the once-soft fur of her coat wilting in the heat as she struggles to put one foot in front of the other.  A pair of dark shades hides her sweat-slicked face, but does little to draw your attention away from her frazzled platinum tresses.  Halfway down the street, she holds a ring-laden hand to her horned forehead and sighs dramatically, loud enough to be heard even over the traffic.

“So not only am I to wallow in the footsteps of a corrrpulent buffoon, but now I am to burrrn and wilt beneath this accurrrsed sun!  Am I dead?!  Have I been rrremanded unto the agonies of the Nine Rrrings?!” she whines, the sunlight glinting annoyingly off all the jewellery she’s wearing.

You flag the yellow-skinned demon down as Muu supresses a sigh.

“I told her she didn’t have to come,” the Glutton murmurs, her tail sweeping the ground behind her.

So why did she?

“I don’t know.  I don’t know what Cally’s saying half the time, if I’m being honest.”

Yeah, you can’t really blame her for that one.

People steer clear of Callyette as she flounces towards you, stretching out her bracelet-laden arms like a man thirsting for water in a desert.

“Drrrudge!  You must do something about this wrrretched heat!”

Last time you checked, you weren’t in charge of the sun.

“You arrre the managerrr, arrre you not?!  My comforrrt and health is yourrr highest prrriorrrity, is it not?!”

She can always take off the coat, can she not?

“What?!  Have yourrr senses finally taken leave of you?!”

Already exasperated by the Nymph’s over-the-top attitude, a reassuring hand from Muu graces your shoulder, urging you to be patient with her.  You offer to carry her coat for her, whereupon she screws up her face and thinks for a second.  Finally, she harrumphs, turns around and waits for you to undress her.

“Be carrreful with it.  Such finerrry is to be rrrespected.”

Rolling your eyes, you get to pulling the coat off.  As you help guide Callyette’s arms out of the sleeves, you notice a slight rosy hue arise in her cheeks as an involuntary shiver turns her skin to golden gooseflesh.

“S- Strrripping me in public… h- how undignified…” the slender demon murmurs as you bundle her coat into your arms.

Beneath her coat, the Nymph has deigned to wear perhaps one of the skimpiest dresses you have ever seen, and that’s quite the statement with Natasha living under the same roof as you.  From a glance, it looks to be all straps that criss-cross Callyette’s body at various angles, covering her essentials just enough to be street-legal, but leaving her hips, midriff and collarbones completely exposed.  Glancing down, you note that the strappy garment extends all the way down her legs, linking with a pair of boots that leave her a good few inches taller than she actually is.

“Omigosh Cally you look amazing!” Muu gasps, her eyes agleam with adoration.

Folding her arms, the prissy demonette folds her arms and sticks her nose up at her housemate, but you notice the burn in her cheeks growing deeper.

“And still this porrrcine wrrretch calls me ‘Cally’… How common…”

Well, she’s not wrong.  Despite your initial step back, you find that the Nymph’s dress suits her petite frame perfectly.  You compliment her as such, and Callyette grits her teeth and turns on her heel.

“O- Of course it’s perrrfect!  I had it custom-made to fit my most elegant frrrame!  Wh- What, do you think yourrrself deserrrving of prrraise for noticing the obvious, drrrudge?!”

“Aw, she’s shy!” Muu chuckles.

The Nymph’s elfin ears go beet red and begin to flick irritably, causing her many earrings to jingle.

“How darrre you!  Me?!  Shy?!  I am a lady of Lustrrrecliff Heights!  Shame is for poorrrerrr demons than I, and don’t you forrrget it!” she shrieks at the top of her lungs, drawing the attention of nearly every pedestrian on the street.

“Loving the confidence, Cally!”

“I- I don’t need your apprrroval!”

“But you still have it!”

“I don’t need it!”

“That’s okay!”

“CEASE VEXING ME, MUCSIBI!”

Beside you, Muu bursts into a fit of laughter, clinging to your shoulder for support as Callyette just stands and fumes.  A month ago, you would have panicked to see two of your charges bicker like this, but you’ve since come to learn that this is just how Muu and Callyette are.  Whereas most of the household finds the Nymph’s constant bigheadedness annoying, Muu delights in answering it with boundless support and positivity, which never fails to set the Nymph off something fierce.

You’re not quite sure whether Muu is doing it intentionally or not.

Shaking your head, you draw their attention back to you and return the subject of conversation to their trip to the farmer’s market.

“Yeah, I was thinking of sampling what’s on offer, then picking up some ingredients to experiment with over the weekend!  Doesn’t that sound fun, sir?” Muu explains with a great big smile on her face.

“It sounds like a borrre,” Callyette scoffs, glaring at a passing car.

If she’s not interested, then why did she come?

“I carrre little forrr this ‘marrrket’ of – blech – farrrmerrrs, drrrudge.  Indeed, I only agrrreed to attend when Mucsibi mentioned she would be forrrcing you along as well.”

“I said I’d swing by the EHI offices to ask if you wanted to come,” Muu quietly corrects.

“And despite yourrr common roots, I cannot stand by and allow this slovenly fiend to drrrag you thrrrough… thrrrough… whatever it is farrrmerrr’s do!” Callyette concludes, straining herself to sound as outraged as possible.

So she’s here for your sake.  How cute.  But as you told Muu earlier, you have no plans for the rest of the day.  You’d be more than happy to accompany her to the farmer’s market.

When you tell this to Callyette, she gives you a look like her entire world has just fallen to pieces in front of her eyes.  Her ears droop, her eyes widen, and as she begins to shake and quiver, she points a finger at you.

“B- But… but… today is…”

Today is what?

“Today is my day!” she cries.

Eyes wide, Muu glances over at the EHI building before furiously waving for her fellow demon to be quiet.

“Cally, maybe you shouldn’t mention that in front of-!”

“But it’s my day!  It’s my day on the schedule and I’ve waited all week to have him and I want him NOW!”

She actually punctuates her cry with a stomp of her foot.  Feeling your own cheeks burn at having your dirty laundry aired like that, you quickly put your hands on Callyette’s shoulders and close in on the Nymph.

You’re going to the farmer’s market.  She’s free to come with you and Muu.  Once you’re home, then she can do whatever she would like with you.  Sound fair?

She gazes up at you with big, moony eyes.

“… Yes Master…” the Nymph mumbles beneath her breath.

And maybe she should stop calling you that in public.

“Yes Master.”

Callyette.

“Y- Yes, I’m sorry Ma- ahem, drudge.  I mean… drrrudge!  D- Don’t behave like you’rrre so familiarrr with me!”

She gives you a shove, but it’s scarcely enough to knock over a house of cards, never mind move you an inch.  Whispering for her not to push her luck, you turn back to Muu and give her a smile.

You’re ready when she is.

“Okay!  Let’s go!  Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!

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“It’s all grown on the same farm.  The beef, the eggs, the onions, even the peppers.  I’d say the only outside ingredient we use is the salt,” the saleswoman explains as she flips half-a-dozen beef patties upon an electric grill.

It’s a pleasant day in the farmer’s market, and business is absolutely booming.  Countless colourful stalls have been set up all around the plaza, and the air is thick with the smell of all kinds of food.  From the moment you and your demons arrived, Muu has been absolutely buzzing with excitement, and it didn’t take long for her to grab your wrist and start dragging you from one place to the other.  Right now, she’s watching intently as the saleswoman – a local farmer from just out of town – explains how she makes her homegrown burgers.

“They smell wonderful… Do you have any recommendations for what to serve them with?” the Glutton asks over the hissing grill, practically drooling as she pulls a notebook from her pocket.

“Oh, um… Can’t say I’m much of a chef myself, miss.  I usually go with the classics.  Sliced tomatoes, iceberg lettuce, couple of slices of cheese… Not to blow my own horn here, but these puppies go great with anything.”

“No doubt about that; they smell wonderful!”

“Hah!  I gotta say, if all of Hell appreciates a good burger like you, then I say we throw the gates wide open, eh?”

The proprietor turns to give you a smile.

“Say, these are just about ready to plate up.  Does your friend over there want one?” she asks, taking the burgers off the grill.

You turn to look behind you.  Callyette is sitting over at a small seating area, looking mightily annoyed as a gaggle of children slowly circle her table, cooing and pointed at her horns and ears.  The smoothie you got for her earlier sits in front of her, barely touched.

Informing the stall owner that she’s a vegetarian, you quietly excuse yourself and venture over to Callyette, shooing the kids away in the process.

“This place is miserrrable.  A grrrand display of the common drrrudgerrry,” the Nymph remarks glumly, her arms folded before her.

Did she even try the drink you bought her.

“Blech.  Overrrsweetened slop.”

Someone put a lot of effort into growing the fruit and making the smoothie.

“Perrrhaps they should have put a little morrre efforrrt in, hm?”

As you give her a disapproving look, Callyette groans and leans over to you.

“This marrrket… It’s Mucsibi’s playgrrround, not ourrrs.  What say we quit this place and rrreturrrn home?  We have much to set strrraight, especially after last time.”

Frowning, you shake your head.  You’re not about to ditch Muu just to go and have sex with Callyette.  Despite everything that’s happened, your principles still stand firm; you’re their manager first, fuckbuddy second.  The schedule cannot and will not get in the way of ensuring everyone gets to enjoy themselves while on Earth.

If she doesn’t want to be here, no-one is stopping her from going home.  She knows the way well enough.

Chastised, Callyette looks down at her boots, and for a moment you think you might have given her something to consider.

“… Fine.  The quickerrr this is over with, the soonerrr I can rrreturrrn home, is it?  Then what arrre we waiting forrr, drrrudge?!  Let’s not rrruin Mucsibi’s day!”

Slamming the smoothie into the nearest bin, Callyette marches over to the burger stall, forcing you to follow.  Muu – all smiles – stands there holding a number of paper plates, each holding a homemade beef burger, fresh off the grill.

“I got us lunch!  Cally, look!  Miss Clemens here makes veggie burgers too!” she cries excitedly, lifting one of the plates.

Food is passed out to all of you, and while the burgers smell divine, the look on Callyette’s face says otherwise.  Taking a bite of her food, she chews it disinterestedly before swallowing with a grimace.

“I’ve had betterrr tasting poisons serrrved to me by upstarrrt serrrvants,” she remarks, slapping her burger back down onto the plate.

Everyone stares at her with wide, horrified eyes.  Noting all of your expressions, she harrumphs and turned around.

“Well?  Let’s get to the rrrest of it.  We’rrre herrre to experrrience all of this place, arrre we not?”

She marches off without another word.  Embarrassed, you turn back to the stall’s proprietor and profusely apologise for Callyette’s rudeness.  She doesn’t seem too upset; rather, she’s just watching as the Nymph storms off.

“Guess it makes all types, even down there.  Don’t worry about it; I’ve heard worse things said.  It’s just- uh… is your friend okay?” she asks, pointing past you.

Looking back, you find Muu hunkered over Callyette’s discarded burger, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she crams it into her mouth.

“I- I’m so sorry, Miss Clemens!  It doesn’t taste bad at all, I promise!  Y- You used chickpeas for these, right?!  I can taste the butteryness!  It’s good!” the Glutton blubbers desperately.

You put a hand to her back, urging her to slow down before she chokes.  But the green-skinned demon just shakes her head and swallows the rest of the burger whole.

“You can’t just say that about the food someone worked hard on!  You can’t just waste it like that!”

It stands to reason that Glutton culture would venerate the culinary arts, but it seems Muu takes her food even more seriously than you initially thought.  In an effort to keep the peace, you tell her that Callyette is just feeling a little peeved, and surely she didn’t mean what she said.  Besides, she agreed to spend the rest of the day with the pair of you at the market; surely that means she’s willing to try out more things, right?

Sniffling, Muu nods and turns to the stall owner, giving her a reverent bow.

“I’m sorry for my friend, Miss Clemens.  Please keep making your delicious burgers.”

With a bemused smile, she gives both of you a wave.

“Wasn’t planning on stopping.  You two take care, now.”

Bidding her farewell, you guide your sullen demon companion back out to the rest of the market, hoping to find Callyette and reign her attitude in before any more damage is done.  Muu seems to brighten up a little at the prospect of perusing the various food stalls with you, and by the time you finally locate the Nymph sulking by a nearby drinks vendor, you’re hopeful that the rest of the day will go smoothly.

But by now you ought to have learned that nothing ever goes to plan.  At least not when Lady Callyette Murua Ollatsyrc Samada has a chip on her shoulder.

It’s like the more time she spends at the farmer’s market, the pettier and more vindictive she grows.  Her rude remarks about the dishes on display become full on insults directed right at the vendors themselves, and every time she deigns to try something, she ends up spitting it out and wretching performatively in front of everyone.  This goes on and on despite your best efforts to reign her in, but no matter how embarrassed you are, it’s nothing compared to Muu’s mortification.

At one point, the Glutton tugs on your sleeve, drawing your attention.  She looks sullen; her face screwed up in a stormy expression as she stared at the hard-packed ground.

“Can we go home?” she asks quietly as Callyette rages about the supposed pisspoor quality of homemade carrot sticks on offer.

Of course, but is she sure?  She was having so much fun earlier.

“… Yeah, I’m sure.  I’ve… ididrep mutiteppa,” she answers in a dour tone.

You still can’t wrap your head around the native demon language – Tongues, or so it’s called – but you can tell by the way she sounds that it means nothing good.  Frowning, you pat her shoulder and sharply call for Callyette.

“What?  I’m busy,” she calls, tearing her attention away from the greengrocer she’s currently lambasting.

Enough.  You’re going home.

“Oh, is that so?  Arrre you surrre Mucsibi doesn’t wish to perrruse any-?”

Now.

Something about your tone causes her breath to catch in her throat, and upon noting the look in your eye, Callyette suddenly looks a lot less sure of herself.  Perhaps it’s only now setting in for her that she’s taken this little tantrum of hers way, way too far.

“… Rrright.  Homewarrrd bound, then.”

Not a word passes between the three of you on the way home.  The journey is awkward and tense.  To your right, Callyette marches with a sense of purpose, though you can plainly see her bravado beginning to falter.  To your left, Muu plods on with her eyes glued to the ground, the stormy cloud above her head growing darker and darker with each passing minute.

Once you’re all through the door, the Glutton heads straight to her room and doesn’t come out.  Callyette tries to get your attention, but with the day’s mood thoroughly soured by the Nymph’s little outbursts, you wave her away and throw yourself straight into your work.

You can’t help but feel annoyed yourself.  Muu just wanted to spend some time with her friends.  There was no reason for Callyette to get so annoyed like that, and less reason still for her to take her frustrations out on Muu and the good people at the farmer’s market.  By the time you clean the kitchen, make repairs to the boiler in the basement and finish with the laundry, you deign to pack it in for the day and just go to bed.  A part of you wants to check in on Muu, but seeing her door shut and locked tells you all you need to know. 

Best check in on her in the morning.

“Everything alright, honey?”

You glance over at Natasha’s room to find the Succubus in question lounging in the doorway, dressed in a baggy tank top and a pair of your boxers; an outfit she’s jokingly referred to as her “at-ease gear” for when she isn’t actively trying to get into your pants.

You do wish she’d stop poaching your underwear, though.

Shrugging, you fill her in on what happened today.

“Hm… Fallen get a bad rep for being clingy, but as far as I’m aware, Nymphs can be pretty bad for it too.  Her ladyship included.”

Was this schedule plan such a good idea?

“The plan’s sound, honey, it’s just the execution that needs work.  Callyette doesn’t seem to get that ‘her day’ doesn’t mean that she gets to call the shots.  Guess she didn’t have too many folks to tell her ‘no’ growing up,” Natasha says with a serious look on her face, folding her arms as her tail swishes back and forth.

Normally you wouldn’t be so worried about this sort of thing.  But the way she was behaving really bothered Muu.

“No kidding.  Gluttons take their food seriously.  Not just the eating; the whole damn cycle.  The growing, the preparation, the cooking, and even the cleaning up afterwards.  It’s pretty much sacred to them.”

You raise an eyebrow.  How come she knows so much about Glutton culture?

Natasha laughs and shrugs.

“Easy.  I asked Muu.  I’ve been getting to know about everyone’s lives back Hellside.  Even Cally’s.”

Stretching, she turns to head back inside.

“You want my advice, I’d say try to find where this is coming from.  I mean, that worked with Casey, right~?”

Yeah, she has a good point there.

Wait.

How does she know about that-?!

“Nighty-night, honey!”

She recedes into her bedroom and shuts the door, leaving you to stand in the hallway by yourself, musing your next moves.  At the very least, it’s nice to see Natasha take an interest in the lives of her housemates; one of the main reasons for this whole homestay scheme was for the girls to learn about each other as well as Earth, after all.

As you struggle with your conundrum, you decide to sit on the stairs to think for a bit, watching as the rest of the household goes about their business downstairs.  Bessa is busy brewing tea in the kitchen.  Eari stands in one corner of the living room, lifting a set of weights you recently bought her.  Over by the TV, Casey lies on the couch with her head in Yyvnn’s lap as they both watch a true crime documentary.  The pair have gotten quite close since your escapade in the hotel.

In fact, everyone seems to have gotten a lot closer than when they all first arrived.  Which means you have to sort this Callyette issue out sooner rather than later, lest the entire ecosystem of the household be thrown into disarray.

You bury your face in your hands.

Jesus Christ, you forgot how stressful this fucking job can be.

“Drrrudge!  I have grrreat need of you!” shrieks a voice from behind you.

Whatever happens next, it’s certainly not going to help your blood pressure, that’s for damn sure.

Taking a quick a quick moment to breathe and calm yourself, you head down the hall towards Callyette’s room.  Stepping inside, you brace yourself and look over at the bed to find what you direly hoped you wouldn’t.

The Nymph – dressed in naught but a particularly lacy set of lingerie – lies upon her bed, languidly stretching atop the sheets as she watches you with hungry eyes.  She’s put on a full battery of makeup, complete with smoky eyeshadow and glistening lipgloss, and the simple golden rings hanging from her elfin ears have been replaced with glittering gemstone studs of all different colours.  Noticing your gaze, she gives a haughty laugh and reaches beneath her bed, producing a set of glittery pink fuzzy cuffs.

“Things may have gone yourrr way last time, drrrudge.  But I think you’rrre long overrrdue forrr correction, hm?”

You stare at her, silently awed by her audacity.

Does she seriously think that you’re going to have sex with her after everything she did today?

“You’ve got it wrrrong, drrrudge,” Callyette remarks, getting to her feet, “I’m calling the shots.  Last time was a… fluke.  This time, I-!”

No.

She shuts up.  Eyes wide, the Nymph stares at you for a moment before clearing her throat.

“B- But it’s my day.”

That doesn’t matter.  You’re not gonna fuck her.  Not after all of that.

“But…!  But…!”

It’s not up for discussion.  As it stands, you’re pretty disappointed in her behaviour, and you’re not about to encourage her.

“Don’t speak of me like I’m a child!”

Well, if she’s going to behave like a child, then it’s all you can treat her as.  She went out of her way to upset a lot of people in that market, Muu most of all.

“What does it matter if she is feeling sorrry forrr herrrself?!  It was my day, and she made it all about herrr!”

Enough.  You’re going to bed.

“No!  No, I am not waiting anotherrr week!  This is unfairrr!  An outrrrage!  Why should I be punished because of some otherrr sow?!”

Her words are enough to really piss you off, to the point where you’re just about ready to lay into the upstart Nymph.  But before you can get a word in, you notice her gaze shift and the colour drain from her face as she stares at something just behind you.  You peer over your shoulder with a frown.

You forgot to shut the door.  Muu stands in the hall, dressed in a set of patterned pyjamas.  The Glutton has a dark look on her face, and her eyes are freshly-reddened from crying.  Behind her, her tail droops dourly.

“A- Ah, Mucsibi.  I, um… I didn’t mean for you to…” Callyette mumbles, her bravado shattering in an instant.

“To what?  Hear all of that?” the Glutton asks, inclining her head.

She strides into the room, pushing past you as she slams the door shut behind her.  Sensing an incoming confrontation, you do your best to run damage control, but Muu just waves you away as she pulls the chair out from Callyette’s desk.

“Sit down,” she instructs, nodding at her fellow demon.

“Excuse me?”

“Sit down, Cally.”

What is she-?”

“I’m gonna have a chat with her, sir,” Muu says sharply, glancing over at you.

This whole altercation is rubbing you the wrong way.  She’s always so bubbly and positive; this is a side of her you’ve never seen.  She stands there by the chair, staring intently at Callyette until the Nymph grows visibly uncomfortable, scratches the back of her neck, and finally relents.  She gingerly sits down, whereupon Muu abruptly snatches the fuzzy cuffs and shackles her wrist to the leg of the desk.

“What the-?!  How darrre you!” the Nymph shrieks, tugging at the cuffs.

Her cries are silenced by another intense glare.  You feel as though you ought to step in, but honestly, what are you supposed to do in this situation?  Best you can do is be on standby in case things get violent; you vaguely remember reading about how it’s perfectly legal to murder people in certain regions of Hell.

“How dare me?! How dare you, Cally!  Those people put their hearts and souls into everything they made for us, and you spat it all right back in their faces!  If you didn’t like it, that’s okay!  But you didn’t have to be so mean about it!”

The Nymph bares her teeth.

“Today is my day!”

“So you keep saying!”

“Because it’s trrrue!  And yet all you wanted to do was parrrade around in the muck with hayseeds and overrrblown grrreengrrrocerrrs!  Trrrying to take my drrrudge away frrrom me!”

“Have you even considered the fact that I might have wanted to spend the day with you?!”

That seems to shut Callyette up.  She stares at her housemate with wide eyes, as though she had never even considered the prospect.

“You… wished to spend time with me?”

“Is that so strange?!  I consider us friends, Cally!”

For a second, you see a flicker of sincerity in the yellow-skinned demon’s eyes.  But it only lasts a moment.  Her cheeks go red, her ears begin to flick irritably, and a chuckle rises from her throat.

“Frrriend…?  Mucsibi, you think I would be frrriends with a peasant?!  I am a lady of Lustrrrecliff Heights!  We don’t cavorrrt with the lowerrr classes, and we cerrrtainly don’t consume the same slop as them!”

You can practically see the veins popping in Muu’s forehead.  You motion for Callyette to cut it out, but she’s already in too deep, laughing between breaths in a state somewhere between panic and delirium.

“I mean, it’s too rrridiculous to even considerrr!  Me!  Frrriends with a Glutton of all things!  Neverrr!  I alone am the lady of this house, and I alone ought to decide what goes!  Considerrr even how my drrrudge trrreats us!  Why, you are but a scullerrry maid to him, while I am surrrely the object of his deepest desirrres!” she continues, raising her voice.

Muu’s hands ball into fists.  This isn’t good.

“… You spit on the hard work of those farmers.  You call me all sorts of nasty names.  You swan about like you’re the queen of the house.  You think you can just make our manager do whatever the Hell you want.  And you’re not even sorry for any of it, are you…?” she breathes.

Callyette leans forward, the chain of the cuffs stretching as far as it will go.

“Not in the slightest.  I am owed a grrreat deal.  And I’ll starrrt with my drrrudge,” she hisses nastily.

The Glutton lets out a slow breath.

“… Fine then.  You can sit there and watch.”

Turning on her heel, Muu surges towards you and grabs your face in two pudgy hands.  There’s a look of intense determination on her face.

Beneath your breath, you ask her what she’s doing.  The Glutton just mumbles an apology and pulls you in for a kiss.

It’s no chaste peck on the cheek, though.  Unlike the gentle little kisses she’s been slipping you all week, you and Muu lock lips with full force, to the point where you stagger back against the wall.  Her grip on your face is resolute, however, and with her entire bodyweight pressed against yours, there’s little you can do to resist as the Glutton begins to sloppily make out with you.

Her tongue intrudes into your mouth with a fervour that you never expected from the Glutton.  Her saliva is sugary-sweet – she must have been snacking since returning from the farmer’s market – to the point where within a few moments, you find yourself already running a sugar-high.  She angles your head to better probe your mouth, Frenching you with single-minded determination, all the while Callyette shrieks and kicks in her chair, trying and failing to free herself.

“Stop this at once!  It’s not yourrr day!  It’s my day!  Mine!” she cries, yanking on the fuzzy cuffs.

Oxygen ebbs, but Muu doesn’t let up.  Her soft body squishes against yours as she grips your face hard, slurping and snuffling with each movement of her tongue.  Saliva is dripping from both of your mouths and getting all over your clothes, but it’s clear that she doesn’t care, and you’re hardly in a position to focus on it either.  To see her so assertive has you taken completely off-guard, and even as one knee buckles, Muu keeps kissing you until she’s finally forced to break the liplock to take a breath.

Gasping, you slump to the floor as Muu bears down upon you, her deep green lips shining in the light and her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“You taste good, sir,” is all she manages to say between pants.

“Enough!  You’ve made yourrr point, you… you… thief!” Callyette snaps.

Muu fixes her with a sidelong glare and slowly shakes her almond-haired head.

“It’s not a nice feeling, is it, Cally?  To watch something you care about like this,” she responds, wiping her mouth.

Callyette pulls a face; something between a terrified grin and a cry for help.

“I- I don’t carrre!  Not in the slightest!  He’s a drrrudge a dozen!” she remarks, sticking her nose up.

“Uh-huh.  Guess you won’t mind watching a little longer, then.”

“Wh- What…?”

Muu offers you her hand.  Dazed and confused, you allow yourself to be helped up, only to find yourself getting pushed up against the wall again.  Eyes wide, you whisper to the Glutton, asking what her deal is.

“Please just work with me here, sir,” she replies beneath her breath as she fumbles with your belt buckle.

You understand she has grievances with Callyette, but the right thing to do here is talk about it.

“I know her well enough by now.  Talking won’t work.  This will.”

With that, she unceremoniously yanks your pants down, exposing your stiffening cock to the room.  Callyette shrieks and makes a show of looking away, but you can see her taking peeks out of the corner of her eye.

Muu wastes no time with teasing.  Her soft hand wraps around your shaft with an uncharacteristic roughness as she begins to ruthlessly pump it.  Accompanied by the frustrated cries from the Nymph in the chair, all you can do is lean against the wall for support and gasp for breath as Muu jerks you off, her gaze boring deep into yours.

“Bear with it, sir.  You’re doing so well,” she whispers in her usual sweet tone, serving only to confuse you further.

Is this her play?  To bring Callyette down a peg by “stealing” you away from her?  It’s an absolutely baffling line of reasoning, but even looking at Muu you can tell that she must have been pushed to her absolute limit for someone as gentle as her to go this far.

Besides, you’ve got a plump, curvy demoness working your dick like a misbehaving bicycle pump.  Something about gift horses and mouths.

“Enough!  You’ve made yourrr point!” the Nymph complains, tugging at her cuffs.

“I don’t think I have,” Muu gasps, increasing her pace.

Her hand is hot and slicked with both sweat and your own natural lubricants.  The Glutton is by no means skilled, but having to keep your footing while although withstanding the heat and friction is enough to keep your heart pounding.

“S- Stop this now, and I’ll be willing to forrrgive you!”

“Forgive me-?!  Are you serious, Cally?!”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Callyette attempt to fold her arms and nearly tip herself right out of the chair.

“Deadly serrrious!”

“Sitas suiuh…!” Muu hisses through her teeth.

Nothing good even comes from her reverting to her native tongue, so you just brace yourself for what’s to come.

Still working your shaft tirelessly, Muu drops to her knees and brings her face close to the sensitive head of your cock, her hot breath sending tingles all the way up your spine.  You can see the same hungry look in her eyes that you saw the very first day you met her, but with none of Natasha’s wonderdrugs in her system, she’s being propelled by nothing but her own lust and determination.  Slowly reaching up, the Glutton grabs hold of your hips and presses her nose right against your cock.

She takes a deep sniff.  You glance over at Callyette, who – underneath the clear frustration – seems just as confused as you are.

There’s no time to ask her what she’s doing, however, as Muu quickly opens wide and swallows your cock right down to the hilt.  Her eyes roll back, and as her hot, wet throat tightens around your dick, a muffled moan escapes from her mouth.  Her tongue undulates along your base, and as she slowly pulls her head back, you have to stifle a cry of your own.  The pleasure is overwhelming, and though you’re reminded of the first time Muu ever sucked you off, you note that she’s definitely gotten better at this.

“Stop it alrrready!  I’ve seen enough of this… this… horrrendous display!” Callyette snaps, jostling about in her chair.

Tears are beginning to well in the corner of her eyes.

Slowly, Muu pulls back, allowing your cock to pop free from her mouth with a wet smack.

“Then close your eyes,” the Glutton answers coldly, tightening her grip on your hips.

As the Nymph yells and rages, she returns her attention to throating you within an inch of your life.  Despite her fumbling inexperience, Muu goes at it with gusto, greedily sucking down your entire length over and over again, to the point where it takes scarcely half a minute for your vision to start pulsing and your legs to start shaking.  The experience is altogether overwhelming; while your lower half is subjected to the wet, coiling stimulation of the Glutton’s mouth and throat, your upper half is forced to withstand the irate glares and indignant screeches of the Nymph.  Your cheeks burn with shame as you realising Callyette’s observation is only getting you off quicker.

One, two, three minutes of greedy deepthroating passes, with Muu not stopping once, not even to catch her breath.  You’re worried that she’ll choke, but the demon swiftly wraps her arms around your waist, unwilling to let up for a second.  The vacuum-seal around her lips keeps anything from leaking out; it’s clear that Muu is intending on sucking every last drop out of you.

“Have you no shame, woman?!” the Nymph cries hysterically.

As if to spite her, Muu braces one hand against your waist to steady herself as she hastily undoes the buttons of her nightshirt with the other, all while she continues to tirelessly bob her head in your crotch.  Rendered powerless by her ceaseless sucking, you can only watch with mounting excitement as she completely exposes her upper half, tossing the shirt onto Callyette to add insult to injury.  Every movement causes her delightfully plump body to jiggle, from the soft curves of her belly to the wobbling mass of her breasts.  The pleasure wrought by the Glutton’s tongue and throat spikes as you stare dumbfoundedly, and before long your willpower – for whatever it’s worth anymore – begins to slip.

She notices your strained gasps and pulls your cock from her throat, spattering the pair of you in saliva and precum.  Though Muu is gasping for breath and drooling all over herself, her hands keep up the momentum, jerking you off with all of their might.  The swaying of her spit-soaked tits, the determined look on her reddened face, the soft-but-firm grip of her saliva-lubed hands…

You shut your eyes so as not to note the betrayed look on Callyette’s face as you unleash perhaps one of the larger loads you have ever given.  Thick gobs of semen splatter against her tits and face, but despite the milky-white onslaught she’s faced with, Muu keeps the effort up, timing her pumps with each buck of your rapidly-weakening hips.  By the time you give a defeated groan and slump to the floor, the Glutton is a sticky mess; it’s all over her, and you can tell by the look in her eye that it’s taking a tremendous amount of willpower to keep herself restrained.  Standing up straight, Muu runs a finger along a generous deposit on her right breast and slips it past her spit shined lips.  She shut her eyes and savoured the taste for a moment.

“Mmph… So good…” the Glutton breathes, taking a moment to indulge her inner gourmand.

But while she’s enjoying herself, across the room, Callyette looks just about ready to collapse into a puddle of misery.  She’s sitting slumped in the chair, staring dead-ahead at Muu, having long since given up on escaping her bindings.

Your apple green-lover steps over to her, stooping down to give the Nymph a front row view to the mess you left all over her.

“Well…?  Is there something you want to say to me?” she asks in a quiet voice.

Callyette slowly lifts her head to meet her gaze.

“… I have nothing to say to you,” she replies, though she’s clearly struggling to keep up her haughty demeanour.

“Yes you do.  Not just to me, but to all those lovely cooks and farmers you were so rude to.”

Her gaze flits over to you.  Though your mouth is too dry from gasping to speak, you silently beg Callyette to just swallow her pride and apologise, if only to give you all a solid base to work this out on. 

“… This means nothing.  In fact, I wagerrr he was thinking of me the whole time while you werrre debasing yourrrself!”

Goddammit, Cally.

You can practically hear something snap within Muu as she stands up straight and glares down at her slender housemate, who is doing everything in her power to force her characteristic shrill laugh, trying to cling to whatever shreds of dignity she has left.

“Okay, Cally,” Muu sighs, leaning in close to her.

Her laugh peters out.

“You can have him back, and you can go about ‘your day’.  But only after I fuck him until this entire room reeks of me.  Until your sheets smell of me.  Until his skin, his tongue, his fingers and his cock tastes of me.  So even if you ride him until he’s blind, or you suck him dry, or you grind against him all night long, all you’re going to be thinking of is Mucsibi Xirtacsip.”

“W- Wait, hold on-”

“Take a good long look.  Take a deep whiff.  I want even the smell of his cum to remind you of me.”

“S- Stop this…!”

“I want you to sit there and I want you to watch.  I want you to burn this into your mind.  I want every inch of this room to remind you of tonight.  Because unless you apologise, no matter how intimate you think you are with him, you will be nothing but my bedwarmer.”

“You can’t-!”

“Watch me.”

A fun fact pops into your head.  Something you happened to skim over while researching demons in your spare time.  By and large, Gluttons tend to be very patient and almost docile individuals, capable of putting up with and keeping their cool under incredibly stressful conditions.  But when pushed to their limits – their absolute limit – they can exhibit bouts of seething indignation that give even Oni a run for their money.

This is made blatantly clear to you as Muu approaches you with a look of intense determination that you can only describe as arousingly frightening.  Eari has made you fear for your personal wellbeing, Casey regularly terrifies you with her ability to tear your reasoning asunder, and even Yyvnn occasionally spooks you with her antics, but this… This makes you feel a dread the likes of which you have never felt before.  Muu is such a gentle soul.  But it seems even she has her limits, and until Callyette says she’s sorry, she fully intends to completely dominate this one particular aspect of her life.

Callyette insulted what Muu holds dear, and so Muu is going to sully what Callyette treasures; her perceived “control” over you.

All you can do is hope that the Nymph lets go of her ego.  You could say something to stop this right here, but what would that do?  Nothing would change, and the relationship between the two would stagnate and grow worse.  Guilt eats away at your core.

It’s out of your hands now.

To be continued