What is this Dimensional Chat???

Satria emerged from the bath with a tired face, clearly drained from the ordeal. In stark contrast, the two women following behind him—Fatalis and Kurumi—were positively radiant, carrying an unconscious Kiyohime, Valiana, Koneko, and Fran. After ensuring they were safely tucked into their room and the bathroom was cleaned up, Satria was intercepted by the rest of the Uzumaki household.

Naruto's wives stood there with disapproving expressions, while Kuroka nervously scratched the back of her head.

"Kuroka, how could you do something so reckless?" Saeko scolded, her voice laced with disapproval. "Drugging them with an aphrodisiac? What were you thinking?"

"I-I just wanted her to bond with Satria-nya," Kuroka stammered, ears drooping. "I thought... if they got closer, it would make her happier."

Saeko's eyes narrowed, her tone sharpening. "That is not how you help people connect. You nearly crossed a line that could've caused irreparable damage. You'll need to be punished so you won't make such a mistake again."

Kuroka shrank back, visibly trembling. "I-I'm sorry!"

Rhea sighed, stepping in to mediate. "That's enough for tonight. It's late, and we're all tired. Satria, take control of your household. Next time, don't let things escalate to this point."

Satria nodded silently, exhaustion evident on his face. With a glance at Kuroka, he muttered, "Please... don't do that again Kuroka-san, so troublesome."

•

Satria slid open the door to his tatami-lined bedroom, ready to collapse from the day's events. Instead, he found Kurumi and Fatalis wearing a yukata—a lightweight cotton garment similar to a kimono—now waiting for him, sitting awkwardly on his futon. Their expressions were a mix of guilt and nervous anticipation.

He folded his arms, quirking an eyebrow. "Should I be flattered or frustrated seeing you two here after... everything?"

Kurumi bowed her head, her usual teasing demeanor replaced by genuine remorse. "I'm sorry, darling. I couldn't control myself... I let my feelings take over, and I acted selfishly."

Fatalis chimed in, her tone unusually soft. "Me too. I... I didn't mean to go that far. If there's anything we can do to make it up to you, just say the word."

Satria sighed, his anger wavering as he looked at their apologetic faces. He sat between them, resting his head against Fatalis's shoulder. "Just pat me and let me rest. That's all I want right now."

Fatalis let out a small laugh, running her fingers through his hair. "Such a spoiled boy. You can admit it—it's okay to let us take care of you."

"I'm not spoiled," Satria grumbled, his face heating up.

Kurumi giggled and hugged him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. "There's no shame in being a little spoiled with us, darling. We're here for you."

Fatalis, always the bold one, smirked. "Speaking of being spoiled... want to enjoy our breasts? You seem to like them."

Satria flushed, but before he could respond, Fatalis shifted, her yukata slipping off effortlessly. "Here you go—no need to hold back," she teased, leaning closer.

Hesitating only briefly, Satria gave in, burying his face against her chest. He let out a soft sigh of contentment, causing Fatalis to giggle.

"Such a baby," she murmured, stroking his hair.

Kurumi, not to be outdone, pouted. "Hey, it's my turn. Don't hog him, Fatalis!" She shrugged off her own top, presenting herself with an exaggerated pout.

"Fine, fine," Fatalis said with a playful smirk, gently nudging Satria toward Kurumi. "Go on, darling. Be a good boy and thank her properly."

As Satria shifted to Kurumi, he let out a sheepish chuckle. "You two really spoil me too much."

Kurumi wrapped her arms around him, her voice soft and filled with affection. "We just love you, that's all. And maybe, deep down, you love being spoiled."

"Can I... Kurumi?" Satria opened her yukata, bountiful boobies of her can be seen now.

"Go ahead, darling."

Satria sucks her boobs without hesitation and Kurumi makes tiny moans.

"Ah~ No matter how hard you suck my boobs, My Milk... not gonna come out dear." Kurumi felt pleasure and happiness inside her.

"It's so delicious Kurumi... I'll think of a way to produce it later," Satria replies to her and continues doing what he does now.

"Pervert... I don't want to be a mother now idiot!" To produce breast milk women must be pregnant, That is what she knows until someone gives her weird knowledge.

"There is magic or a drug that makes you produce the milk without being pregnant you know? Want to test it Kurumi-chan?" Fatalis told Kurumi and made her blush very red.

"You... want to drink... our milk Satria-kun?" Kurumi asked him. 'Did he want something like that?'

"If you don't mind... sure thing." Satria hid his face deeper in Kurumi's boobs because ashamed of himself.

Kurumi sighed and checked the dimensional chat. 'Such a stupid drug and weird magic truly exists, should I buy it? It's only 75© for the drug. Just... this time... maybe?' She buys it from Dimensional Chat and two pills are coming out of nowhere.

"What is that?" Satria is interested in what she buys from the group chat.

"Here Fatalis-san. Let's fulfil our spoiled boy's dream." Kurumi gives Fatalis one of the pills she bought from Dimensional Chat.

"Thank you" Fatalis received it and swallowed the pill. "You should be thankful to Kurumi-chan dear, go ahead and taste her milk now"

Satria gets closer and suckles Kurumi's breast, he is surprised because the milk is coming out and it's so good.

'It's sweet and smells like a chamomile rose flower. I will be addicted to this if this goes on.'

"You look enjoying it? Is my milk that good darling?" Kurumi asks for his reviews.

"The best drink I have in my life," Satria answered her question with a happy feeling.

'It's not a waste to spend my coin on that weird stuff.' Kurumi was happy when heard his review about the taste of her milk.

"How about taste mine next?" Fatalis tempted him with her boobs rubbing on his back.

"Don't want to be rude but... Is a lizard capable of lactating?" Satria asks a stupid question and makes Fatalis mad at him.

"Never said that to a lady dumbass!" Fatalis slap his head. "Just think of me as similar to Platypus, You know... The animal is able to lay eggs and produce milk."

"It hurts! But... Is that true?" Satria knew about that animal but never expected a dragon to be similar to that mammal duck, weird knowledge increased again.

Fatalis nodded. "So... do you want to taste my milk or not? If you don't want it, I'll go to sleep now and say goodbye to your favourite oppai." She started to put on her lingerie but stopped by someone.

"I... really want to taste your milk."

"Really? How sweet~ but that's not enough to convince me."

"What... do you want from me?"

"Call me... Bunda from now on," Fatalis whispered into his ears, telling him what she wanted from him.

"Is there no other choice? It just... feels strange for me to call you that." Satria always called his mother by that nickname, and now this girl wants him to call her that too. "How about world dominance? I can do that for you... Maybe?" He better do that shit rather than this.

"I don't need the world because you're my world, little puppy," Fatalis winked at him.

"Stupid." Satria blushed and looked away.

"My~ How poetic Fatalis-san, what are you waiting for dear? Go for it." Kurumi cheered him on.

"Bun... Bunda." Satria feels humiliated for the first time in his life. As I thought, it's so damn embarrassing.

Fatalis is amused when she sees her mate's adorable face and pulls his head close to her chest.

"Now... You can claim your reward, feel free to use my breasts as you wish."

"Then... Excuse me." Satria drank Fatalis milk and her eyes widened, the taste was unique... It's sweet mixed with bitterness. 'What comes close to this taste is... hot coffee milk, I think? It's delicious too.'

"So... How about it?" Fatalis ask her big baby who has a delighted face now. 

"It's very good~ and makes me forget the world, let me sleep like this, dear." Satria sleeps on a Fatalis' soft breast with a peaceful look on her face. Maybe this is what they call Heaven Feel.

"Is this perhaps my victory Kurumi?" Fatalis smiles proudly at her sister's wives.

"No... He is not saying that your milk is better than mine." Kurumi does not accept this result. "Still... Seeing him like this, I can't leave him. This guy is too spoiled and immature, yet he can be reliable and intimidating when needed. What a strange guy to fall in love with." She stroked his hair gently.

"Yes~ we have to support him from now on, he may act strong but deep inside the man is just a little puppy who cannot be left alone," Fatalis said to her.

Kurumi smiled softly. "You're right."

•

The Uzumaki household buzzed with activity as everyone gathered around the breakfast table. Plates filled with steamed rice, miso soup, grilled salmon, egg dishes, vegetable sides, pickled vegetables, and seaweed created a warm and homely atmosphere.

Amidst the casual chatter, several people rubbed their necks, their expressions puzzled.

"I dunno why, but my neck feels sore," Valiana said, tilting her head from side to side. She turned to Satria with a small smile. "Hubby~ can you give me a massage later?"

"Same here, Danna-sama," Kiyohime added, rolling her shoulders. "It's like someone hit me on the neck last night..." Her brows furrowed as she tried to recall the hazy memory. "All I remember is Kuroka-san offering me a drink before the bath..."

"Me too," Koneko chimed in, rubbing the back of her neck.

Fran tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "What is a massage? Is it good?"

Fatalis smirked, patting Fran on the head. "Fufu... When you're a little older, this big sister will let you try it. For now, you'll have to wait."

Fran pouted. "Now I'm even more curious!"

Satria sighed, his chopsticks pausing mid-air. "What do you all think I am, your personal masseur?" He went back to eating his breakfast, enjoying the food prepared by Saeko and Kurumi.

The two women exchanged smiles, their matching aprons giving them a harmonious, domestic look.

"You're both excellent cooks," Satria said between bites, "and that apron suits you, Kurumi."

Saeko gave a small nod of appreciation. "Thank you, Satria-san. I'm glad you enjoy it."

"My~ thank you, dear," Kurumi added, a pleased smile lighting up her face.

Satria held out his plate. "I want more, Kurumi."

Kurumi blinked. "This is already your tenth serving. You really have a bottomless stomach, don't you?" Still, she took his plate and went to serve him another round. "Alright, but this is the last one, okay?"

"Come on, hubby~" Valiana interjected, leaning closer to Satria with a mischievous grin. "I miss your passionate touch. You're the only one worthy of laying hands on this White Dragon Emperor's body."

Satria barely spared her a glance. "What makes you think I care about something like that? Stupid." He kept eating, his tone indifferent.

Valiana's face twisted into a cute pout. "Hubby, you're so mean!"

Kuroka snickered, barely suppressing her laughter. "You know, Valiana, I can hardly believe you're my past leader's counterpart. You look so happy and spoiled unlike him."

Even Albion, Valiana's Sacred Gear spirit, chimed in with exasperation. "This is disgraceful! My strongest bearer, reduced to this… this ridiculousness. What happened to the fierce White Dragon Emperor I once knew?!"

"Shut up, Albion!" Valiana's cheeks turned crimson as everyone's attention turned to her. "What are you all looking at?!"

Naruto chuckled, his laughter loud and infectious. "Man, who would've thought the White Dragon Emperor had a cute, mushy side? You two are like an old married couple!"

Valiana clenched her fists, her embarrassment boiling into irritation. "Don't laugh! You're dead after breakfast, Naruto!"

Naruto grinned, leaning back lazily. "Oh? Is that a challenge? Alright, I'll take you on."

The table erupted into laughter, the earlier tension giving way to camaraderie and warmth. Even as Valiana stewed in her irritation, she couldn't help but feel a faint sense of belonging among the group.

•

Kiyohime stretched out on the bed, her eyes closed in relaxation as Satria's hands worked over her stiff muscles. "Aren't you going to watch them train, Danna-sama?" she asked, her voice soft but curious.

Satria shook his head as he gently massaged her shoulders. "No… I have other things to focus on. My clone can handle the training for now. I need to work on turning my money around and planning for a profitable business in our world." He wasn't particularly fond of combat, preferring to use his time for innovations or simply lazing around.

Kiyohime hummed softly as she felt a particularly tight knot in her back dissolve under his expert touch. "What kind of business do you want to create, Danna-sama? Um~ Yes, right there…"

Satria smiled slightly as he continued to work, his mind already shifting to his plans. "I want to build an online video game distribution platform. It'll also have social media features and community message boards. Developers, both big and small, will be able to promote their games, and customers can purchase them directly from the site. It'll be like an online shop, but I also plan to bring my favorite game from my past life to this world."

He paused for a moment, his thoughts turning to the technical challenges ahead. "I'm in the process of creating the source engine for it. It's tough, but with my ability to think quickly, learning programming has become easier. The hard part will be finding people who can help me. I haven't found the right people in this world yet. And I'll need sponsors to fund the project… Technology in the DxD world is still far behind what I'm used to. But if it succeeds, I could make billions."

Kiyohime, still basking in the massage, tilted her head slightly. "I don't really understand all that, but…" She smiled fondly. "I'll support you, Danna-sama. Just… don't overdo it, okay? I don't want you to wear yourself out." She was quietly amused by his ambitions. 'Even with all his power, his dream is surprisingly normal and... childish in a way. It's cute.'

Satria chuckled softly, his hands stopping as he gently patted her back. "Okay, ma'am, I promise," he said reassuringly. He then frowned slightly, his thoughts drifting elsewhere. "By the way… where's that stupid sword? I haven't seen it since last night. Normally, that idiot is always insulting my brilliant ideas and telling me to stay away from Fran."

He scowled to himself. "Is he… dead? Nice! I hope you're reincarnated in Boku no Pico world in your next life, you stupid sword." His tone held a touch of annoyance, but a small part of him relished the idea of the sword finally being gone. 

•

Fran sighed in frustration, her fingers brushing against the cold metal of the Gleipnir chains that bound her sword in the dark closet. "Tch! I've failed," she muttered to herself. "Last night was supposed to be my moment, but I'm too weak…" Her voice was laced with irritation and self-doubt. The plan had been simple—use the drugged drink Kuroka gave to others to get closer to Satria without him feeling guilty. But it had all fallen apart. Fran didn't want to be forgotten, abandoned by the one person who had given her the warmth of a family and a new life.

With a resigned huff, Fran began unbinding the chains, the special magical bindings that had been given to her after clearing a dungeon from Dimensional Chat. The sword, still trapped in the darkness of the closet, raged helplessly.

"Fran! Why do you do this to me?" The sword's voice trembled with frustration, its tone thick with loneliness. "It's dark and lonely here, and you just—"

Fran opened the closet door, cutting off the sword's cries with a smile that seemed sweet on the surface, but was edged with something more sinister. "In that case…" She tilted her head playfully, her eyes gleaming. "Just don't get in my way, Shishou. Be ready, because we need to get stronger. I can't let him pull another stunt like last night." 

She grabbed the sword, holding it firmly, the weight of her determination fueling her movements. As she left the room, humming softly to herself, her thoughts turned inward, a twisted, possessive grin creeping across her face. "Hm~ Hm~ Satria~ What do I need to do to be number one in your heart? I want you to love me the way I love you... Always. Everything you want, everything you need… I'll give it all to you. And I will crush anyone who dares harm you, my love. As your blade... that's what I can do for you."

Her words were not just declarations, but a promise—to herself, to Satria, and to anyone who might dare come between them.

Meanwhile, somewhere far from Fran's resolve, the sword's spiritual father—Bobon—brooded in silence. "Scary… All of this is that idiot's fault! As a father, I will never approve of a stupid guy like Satria as my daughter's partner. Do you hear that, Satria? I will never accept you. Not now, not ever… until the end of the world!" His vow echoed in the quiet of his mind, resolute and unyielding.

•

Uzumaki Training Ground

Forested Massachusetts, Boston

Satria and the others sat on the bench, watching as Valiana and Naruto prepared for their sparring match. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation, but Satria was distracted by the squabble in his lap.

"It's... my spot!"

"No, it's mine!"

Satria sighed, looking down at the two kittens, Koneko and Fran, fighting over his lap as they pinched each other's cheeks in playful annoyance. With a resigned sigh, he pulled them both onto his lap and gently stroked their heads, his hand glowing with the peaceful energy of the Ultraman cosmos.

"Girls... Don't fight," he said, his voice calm and firm.

"Nya~ Okay," Fran said, pouting but calming down immediately.

"Sorry, senpai," Koneko giggled, nestling closer to him. "Please… pat me more~ hehe."

Fatalis, sitting beside him, raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. "How does it feel? Having girls fight over you?"

Satria rolled his eyes, a slightly annoyed but affectionate smile tugging at his lips. "Fun? It's more of a headache. Now I understand why Brother Topson says, 'Marriage isn't easy, and zeal man Freedom' is real.

Kurumi, hearing this, put on an exaggerated sad face and leaned closer, her voice soft and almost too sweet. "Do you dislike having us around, darling? Am I a burden to you?" Tears welled up in her eyes, making her look more innocent than ever.

"Is that true, Senpai?" Koneko joined the act, her voice trembling as she added, "Are you dating me out of pity? Hu… Hu… Senpai, you're horrible."

Fran, not wanting to be left out, flashed a menacing grin. "You break my heart, Satria. If I can't have you, then no one can. I'll drag you into the next life with me until you accept me."

"Tch, Tch, Bunda never teaches you to hurt women's hearts like this Satria, I'm so disappointed in you my boy." Fatalis shake her head dramatically.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from behind them. "Satria KISAMA!!! How dare you make my Fran sad?! Take—" Bobon, in a fit of rage, tried to launch a fireball, but before he could finish, Satria moved with lightning speed, sending him straight to the middle of the Sahara desert.

"Where—Where am I?" Bobon shouted, looking around in confusion. "Aghhh! Satria, you bastard!"

"Where did he send Shishou? Sigh... They are both so childish.' Fran said internally, gonna ask him to return Master Bobon later.

Satria sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "Alright, alright… First, I'm sorry for saying all that stupid stuff. Second, it's pretty clear by now that none of you are going anywhere, so don't expect me to let you leave my life. Third… you can each ask for one wish, and I'll grant it—no matter how ridiculous it is. Happy?"

The girls, all too aware of his soft spot, giggled in unison, seeing through his fake angry expression. 'He's so easy,' they thought, their hearts melting at his frustration.

Not long after, the much-anticipated duel between the God of Hope and the Strongest White Dragon Emperor began.

"Watch carefully, Fran, Koneko," Satria advised, his tone serious as he watched the two prepare for battle. "A good sol... fighter always considers every move, every piece of information as part of their strategy. A fighter's job is not just to throw punches but to think three steps ahead, use everything at their disposal. Don't get discouraged by setbacks, no matter how temporary. Always keep your cool, and remember: 'If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will be defeated in every battle.'".

The girls listened intently, their eyes wide as Satria delivered the motivational speech with an unexpected level of maturity and wisdom.

'Hmm, that was a good quote, my Alpha,' Fran thought, a sly smile forming on her lips. 'you need to stop before this one really gets to you.'

'Senpai...' Koneko thought to herself, a determined fire lighting up her gaze. 'He's always there for me, even when I'm unsure of myself. I won't let you down. I promised.'

Lara, who had been watching the scene unfold, raised an eyebrow. "Wait… are you really sixteen? No way. You don't sound like a teenager. That's some deep wisdom coming from a guy who looks like a harmless puppy."

"Koneko is lucky to have you as a mate-nya, I have always rooted for both of you." Not only he is humorous person, but her little sister's mate also has this unexpected side.

Kurumi leaned in, touching Satria's forehead with concern. "Is this real? The guy who acts like a spoiled baby one moment is giving life advice the next?" She smirked. "I didn't expect this from you, Satria."

Satria shot her a glare. "Stop treating me like a kid! Is that all you think of me? A spoiled brat?" His usual grumpy expression returned, and the girls laughed at how quickly he reverted back to his old self.

'As expected… you're not just a fool, but I'll make you more than that, my love,' Fatalis thought, a soft smile playing at the corner of her lips as she observed her mate.

•

Valiana, her aura crackling with power, activated her Balance Breaker and walked toward Naruto with an excited grin. The ground trembled beneath her as she gathered her strength.

"My husband says you're strong, and someone I can't look down on. Prove it to me, Uzumaki Naruto! Show me you're a worthy opponent!" she declared, her voice sharp with excitement.

Without warning, Valiana dashed forward, the earth cracking under her speed, dust swirling in her wake.

Naruto, unfazed, raised an eyebrow and gave a small smile. He calmly stepped back, his mind entering a meditative state as he focused. With precise calculation, he began to read Valiana's movements.

"Kitsune Seikūken!" Naruto called out, his palms glowing with energy as he countered. The technique flowed effortlessly as he combined Valiana's momentum with his own, redirecting her attack and using her speed against her.

Valiana's attack backfired, and she was sent tumbling backward. However, she managed to flip mid-air and land gracefully on her feet. She winced slightly, the ache in her arms a testament to Naruto's skill.

"You're not bad," Valiana said, her voice laced with admiration. "You redirected my attack with my own speed. Similar to my husband. You're a martial artist worth praising."

Naruto nodded, his calm demeanor unwavering. "Satria teaches you well. Unlike your counterpart, who's brash and overconfident, you're more cool-headed. That's a good trait in a fighter."

Valiana smiled, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "What can I say? My beloved crushed my foolish former self and reminded me that power isn't everything on the battlefield."

Naruto's eyes glinted, shifting into the toad-like pupils of his Sage Mode. "Is that so? Good… Now let's see if you can handle this, Valiana-chan."

A heavy stillness fell over the training ground as a tremendous amount of natural energy began to swirl around Naruto, drawing the attention of everyone present. His presence seemed to grow as he drew in the power of the earth itself.

"Interesting," Valiana mused, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

•

"Is that… Senjutsu?" Koneko asked, her voice tinged with surprise. The massive influx of natural energy Naruto was channeling was unlike anything she'd seen before. It was an overwhelming display of power, yet there was a calmness to it, an awareness that made her feel at ease despite the immense energy.

Kuroka, watching her younger sister closely, smiled warmly. "What do you think, Nya? Still afraid to learn Senjutsu? It's not dangerous if you know how to handle it. It's a little harder to master in our world because nature's so polluted, but once you do, it's worth the effort."

Koneko's gaze hardened, a flicker of determination in her eyes. She took a deep breath, resolving the fear that had held her back for so long. "Yes. I want to learn Senjutsu."

Satria, who had been quietly observing, felt a wave of pride. It was clear that the fear that had held Koneko back from unlocking her true potential was finally fading. Kuroka, too, shared in the joy, her eyes glinting with approval.

Together, they would ensure that Koneko achieved her dream—stronger and more capable than ever before.

To be continued...