Epilogue: Home

“That’s enough! Get a job!”

As it turns out, Femto was a minor noble in hell. She called a small villa her own and had a bunch of imps as retainers.

And it was here that our group was seeking refugee.

“GET A JOB ALREADY!”

My sister screamed at me.

“If you think I just let a deadbeat brother like you mooch of my income you have another thing coming! People that don’t work should get executed!”

Perhaps I need to explain.

Since it seemed very likely that Minerva would retaliate not only against us but also our families that meant in addition to our already massive group we had to accommodate

-my brother Zachs

-Sylphid’s three slaves she acquired from prior tournaments

-and Aiju’s six sisters

Ojou-sama and Feena also came briefly up for discussion but according to Cassandra they can take care of themselves.

The only absentee from our group was Lucky, who strangely enough just disappeared at some point during Operation Valkyrie. Sylphid was not happy, but given the girls immense luck, I’m sure she will be fine.

That still left us with 24 people that needed to be lodged and fed. And that number was only about to increase.

Because Aiju was pregnant.

With sixlets.

Of course that wouldn’t have been a problem if we could have sold the Kalar crystal as I intended.

But that thing shattered in thousand pieces because Beatrice overcharged it.

By trying to enslave us all.

I made every single girl give her a hard spanking. I also decided that Beatrice doesn’t really need clothes anymore and put her on constant “giving Hebi-san her daily bully fix”, “satisfy Sylphid’s sexual urges” and “clean up after Uni” duty.

Also nose booping.

Lots and lots of nose booping.

But all of that did little to quell my anguish.

The one saving grace of this mess was that Valkyrie’s mark of submission was gone too. It was just active long enough to cancel any orders Minerva had given the Galmon. However, any new orders would still have to be obeyed, making her return to the continent a rather dangerous affair.

Anyways, no matter how red that brat butt’s or face is, it won’t change the fact that I was flat out broke. And my sister wasn’t nice enough to let us stay for free.

There was little chance of matters blowing over either. Come next morning our little stunt had already made international news. And on her victory celebration, the now four times champion gave a rousing speech, condemning us. With the full backing of **** Tournament Association, there was no question that before long we would be fugitives in all human countries.

By that time three weeks had already passed in hell and my sisters already limited patience about our monetary situation has reached her breaking point.

We needed to have a steady income for our expenses.

But as you might guess, the work opportunities for humans in hell weren’t exactly great. Any menial labor was done by imps for free with low ranking devils occupying the spots of middle management and high ranking ones taking the roles of executives.

That left only one particular job sector for humans.

And unfortunately, I underestimated the true depths of evil, the witch of miracles was ready to sink to.

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“W-welcome to Hellters. M-may I take your order, Master?”

Sanakia was blushing furiously. A month has passed but she did not get acclimated to her new role very well. But then again, some of our patrons would say that’s the appeal.

“This is peak moe”, said the imp with the glasses as he ogled Sanakia up and down. The Sexy-Knight was wearing a cute black and white maid uniform, that covered about the same amount of skin then her usual skimpy bikini knight uniform, but that didn’t stop her face from turning into a fire hazard.

“A proud knight of the church that now has to serve her hated enemies. Just look into her eyes! She wishes she could smite but instead she has to replace the t with an l. Hehehe. Get it?”

The imp breathed heavily and leered at the disgraced knight. “I soon have enough points to give her a headpat! I can’t wait to see that cute face twist in despair upon that indignity!”

“Tsk, tsk. You just don’t seem to understand”, responded his colleague. “My venerable self is willing to concede that debasement is moe. However, true moe, supreme moe comes in only one form: Catgirl maids!”

He gestured towards the bored maids who where sitting behind the counter, occasionally yawning and lapping up some milk. Trying to get Aiju and her sisters to work was an exercise in futility, so they served more as a sort of mascot. Also headpats are free with them.

“My esteemed self even wrote a novel about Catgirl maids once. It gained little traction but to be fair, you do need a very high IQ to understand Catgirl maids. Hmhm...”

“Hmph, such base nonsense you knaves are spouting”, argued imp number three. “knight and catgirls maids are nothing but hors d'oeuvre. The appetizer for the quiche lorraine! There is but one true reine among the maids and it is...”

SLAP

“Ohhhh!”

“Insolent fool! We demanded 14 year green with this ohagi! This is pink unyuun!”

“FORGIIIIIIIVE ME, MY QUEEEEEEN!”

The imp groveled.

“We will not! Uni! Skewer this fool!”

“Uniiiii!”

Uni happily ran her horn through the imps midsection(Don’t worry, they are immortal)

The “maid” in question was sitting on a throne while a bunch of imps crowded around her trying to curry favor.

“Legend has it that you accrue 1000 points Reine Hebi will kick you in the balls”, the imp explained. “Oh, magnifique Reine Hebi! I am your adroit servant. Punis-mooooiiiiiii!!!!”

“Yeah, I just don’t get the appeal.”

“Me neither. The snake is just ruining it.”

“The snake is the best part! It’s not gay when there are no baaaaaaalllls!”

“Will you fucks order already!”, Cassandra rudely shoved Sanakia to the side and confronted the trio. “This isn’t the ogle show, pay the fuck up or get the fuck out!”

Yes.

As should be obvious by now. We were operating a maid cafe. A surprisingly popular one at that as well. The current time on the waiting line was a decade.

Well, I say maid cafe but maid themed sex club would be more appropriate. We really offered a lot of different services. We even have a ball pit.(You don’t want to go into the ball pit)

PUNCH!

“Alright who’s next!”, Sylphid asked with a grin as she send the devil sprawling on the floor of her boxing ring.

“Only five rudras to fight me. Beat me and you get to fuck me. Lose and I fuck you!”

With a hum in her voice Sylphid was already aligning herself with the poor devil’s dick.

She was very popular.

“Stay in line! Don’t think ya can cut! Hey! I saw ya taking a peek at Lady Sylphid!” So was Fisti who served as Sylphid’s manager. “Do ya want me to sock ya, ya cheeky ballbag?”

Sylphid wasn’t the only one knocking devils out however.

“Here is your Loliko 8chai, my beloved Master.” Maria smiled at the star struck devil. Our patrons were mostly imps but recently we attracted some devils as well. That one was a higher rank too. “Please enjoy it.”

“M-many thanks”, the devil stuttered out. I don’t think I ever saw a devil blush.

Maria smiled. “Please think nothing of it. Serving you is an honor. This sake is rather hot, would you like it for me to cool it.”

“Y-Y-Yeeeeeeeeeeshshshshshshshsh!!!!”

By now the tournament was long since over, Maria could definitely return back to her actual job.

But for some reason she seemed to enjoy herself too much for that. From what I heard her salary here is considerably higher then it used to be.

As for myself.

“Hey there, cutie.”

Three imp girls, regulars in fact, looked me up and down with impish(ugh) grins.

That shouldn’t really come as a surprise to anyone but I was, of course, wearing a maid uniform as well.

An outrageously girly, frilly pink one.

“We need to appeal to a wide demographic”, our evil manager pitched the idea. “For that we need a male maid.”

We really didn’t because you know, decade of waiting time. But I was in no position to refuse. Our owner made sure of that.

“Yes, it needs to be that girly. We are aiming for gap moe here.”

...

“How may I serve you, Mistresses?”

The Imp girls giggled a bit between themselves.

“Soooooo, we believe you have been a very naughty girl and are in need of a spanking” said one of the imp girls and floated her points card.

666!

How was it even possible to get that amount in a month?

But yes, a spanking was absolutely one of the available services.

“M-mistress, are you sure about that?”, I tried to argue. “Think about all the other benefits you could afford yourself with that amount.”

But smirking, the imp girl only shook her head and patted her knee.

Ugh.

Unfortunately, these where the rules, so slowly and mortified I climbed on her lap.

“Good girl”, the imp cooed. “Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Y-Yes”, I squeaked out. Cheeks burning from humiliation.

“Excellent. Now then, let’s not waste anymore time!”

She raised her hand and…

SPANK

It didn’t hurt obviously. After all I went through during the tournament, an imp spanking me was hardly the worst.

But it was still very humiliating.

The imp girls giggled and continued their spanking.

Wush

One of the girls hiked my skirt up exposing my white panties with little, frolicking kyan-kyan’s on them (...these were mandatory for me too)

“Hey!”, I complained.

That was definitely not part of the service!

“I just believe you need some extra punishment, you naughty maid”, the Imp declared with a grin. “Now...let’s make that jiggly butt dance...”

“I believe that is quite enough.”

My savior came in the form of Valkyrie, also wearing a maid uniform, although a much more modest one. With her black eyepatch(she didn’t need one, it was just part of the costume) she certainly made for an intimidating figure but that also appealed to quite a large group.

And she was very popular in the ball pit.

The strongest Galmon wasted no time and pulled me from the imp girl’ s lap.

“Harassing our staff will not be permitted.”

The imp girls knew better then to contest Valkyrie’s judgment and impishly relented.

“Are you alright?”, asked Valkyrie. “I do hope they have not injured you.”

“Y-yes, mind letting me down? People are staring.”

The Galmon flat out ignored that. “It is difficult for me to adjust to this new role as well. But I owe you a great debt. Rest assured. I will pay it back in full.”

She said while patting my head and pushing me against her chest.

Valkyrie’s have a certain instinctual disposition towards protecting the weak and unfortunately I was currently checking all the boxes. The strongest Galmon barely was able to control herself.

Of course this type of interaction was a highlight among our customers and absolutely intended by our evil manager.

And speaking of...

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“Excellent work today!”

Back in the office, our evil manager was counting today’s earnings. Yes, as should be obvious at this point, the mastermind behind this whole operation was none other then Beatrice.

Cia was in here too and, perhaps in some twisted sense of irony I can’t really understand, worked as Beatrice’s secretary. He(yes she’s a he I learned recently) wasn’t even wearing a maid uniform anymore but proper clothing suited for an office.

“Not only will we be able to pay off Femto. We even make a lot of extra money! My! My genius sometimes scares me!”

I could only groan.

I wish I could refuse.

But I wasn’t even allowed to give Beatrice an order anymore. That was part of the agreement too.

This was the true objective of Operation Valkyrie, or at least she claims as much.

Regardless, the evil witch had completely outsmarted me and was enjoying every second of it.

“My, you should be grateful”, Beatrice gloated at me. “To enslave the witch of miracles and put her through so much indignities would normally warrant a punishment worse then ****. And yet, all you have to do is wear a cute outfit and serve some customers. You should grovel in front of my feet and shed tears of gratitude!”

I am very close to crying. That much is true.

“And you do have to admit, Bea is doing one hell of a good job!”

Our chief investor and owner said while floating through the wall.

Of course it was Femto. Turns out that taking souls was a very lucrative industry. In the twelve years since she became a devil, Femto had accumulated a substantial amount of wealth and was glad to invest in our start up.

While I may have been taken completely in by Beatrice’s evil scheme. She didn’t lie about one point.

She did indeed find a way to save Sylphid’s soul.

Or rather she proposed an equivalent exchange for it.

Yes, all our souls combined wouldn’t be enough to match Sylphid’s.

But to do **** labor for all eternity was apparently an equal exchange.

And because of this Femto also put Beatrice in charge, forcing the rest of us to go along with the ex-witch’s demented demands.

All according to the evil witch’s plan.

“Don’t give her too much credit”, I grumbled. “We maids do all the actual work.”

This caused my devil of a sister to chuckle. “Oh my, big bro. Referring to yourself as a maid?”

Argh!

“You do raise a good point though”, Femto nodded. “Your response, Chief Executive Officer?”

“Eh, human capital often has an inflated idea of their worth”, Beatrice shamelessly replied. “Mari’s performance is adequate, I give him that. But it is my brilliant leadership that led Hellters to it’s tremendous success.”

We need a union.

“This is off the record, but we’re actually going public next month. We’re planning on a five billion Rudras stock offering”, Femto explained. “No investment advice, of course, but you should buy some shares.”

Yeah, even if I wanted to(which I don’t) I wasn’t getting paid a single Rudras for my troubles. I was basically a **** in all but name.

“Paying you would ruin the optics. You are a pitiful wage **** that needs to rely on the kindness of customers to get by. Besides, we do allow you to keep the tips.”

Here’s a fun fact: Devil and imps don’t tip. Ever.

“You do realize Cia does all of the actual managing?”, I growled towards Femto. “Beatrice just sits on her butt all day counting money!”

“Oh? Looks like someone just volunteered for ball pit duty!”

Actually I retract my former statement, even slaves are treated better then this.

“Look on the bright side”, Femto laughed and patted me on the head. She was in remarkably good spirits recently, probably because of all the money she’s making from us. “You can only really do this job until thirty. Nobody wants to see some old guy in a maid dress, so it’s pretty much just ten years of this.”

Translation: Once you turn thirty we chuck you out like garbage.

Just as I was contemplating if dying in hell actually works, Femto intervened. “Hey Bea. Mind if I borrow your best worker for the rest of the day?”

Beatrice gave us a suspicious glare but agreed.

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“Uaaarghh!!”

SPLASH!

There were no restriction to void teleportation within the devil realm, and so I found myself landing headfirst in a hotspring.

“Ah Mari, as always you are making quite the...splash.”

I heard my brothers laughter as I came up gasping for air.

This was actually simply Femto’s personal hotsprings back at her mansion. Normally the temperature was way beyond what humans could stomach but she had it lowered to acceptable ranges.

My brother Zachs was currently enjoying the springs, looking very pleased with himself.

He really became accustomed to his new living situation absurdly fast. The only time he actually reacted in shock was when Femto appeared in front of him. Not because she was a Devil, mind, but because my brother figured out she was Ceri right away.

“Just thought our hardworking little maid earned herself a little rest and relaxation”, Femto said as she joined us in the springs. Unlike myself, she was completely naked and not the slightest bit ashamed to show herself off to her brothers.

In fact, ever since she revealed herself as my sister, she almost delighted in making me uncomfortable.

Zachs for that matter only chuckled. “Don’t go too easy on him now, Ceri. Mari needs to learn the value of hard work.”

I DON’T NEED TO HEAR THIS FROM YOU FREELOADER!

“You know. Funny that you bring that up. Say, why exactly doesn’t Zachs work at Hellters too?”

“Are you serious!”, Femto shuddered. “Zachs is crippled! Nobody wants to see a cripple maid. I mean, that’s just depressing!”

“Valkyrie is wearing an eye-patch”, I pointed out.

“Yes, but she is a girl, crippled girls have a market.”

“That’s sexist!”, I complained.

“Though, big bro. This is hell.”

“Besides, I am nowhere near as cute as you.” Zachs winked.

Haaa...

It was impossible to argue with these two devils.

Femto chuckled, clearly greatly enjoying my suffering. “Zachs isn’t just lazing around, you know. He has mostly taken over as majordomo and takes care of the mansion and all the arrangements while I’m off.”

“It’s hard work”, my brother claimed, while relaxing in a hot spring.

I meanwhile stripped out of my ruined dress. Luckily, I don’t have any pay this could be deducted from.

“You know, I always assumed, if one of us makes it big, it would be you, Ceri.”, Zachs continued. “You were always the smartest of us.”

“Aww, thanks!”, Femto laughed and bashfully scratched her head.

“E-excuse me?”, I gasped in indignation. “I was the one who made it into the finals of the **** Tournament! In fact, I duped this devil here!”

“Uhu. And who is now working as a maid for said devil, hm?”, Zachs asked.

“Yeppers! You may have won that battle, big bro. But I won the war!”

“Sounds to me like the duper just got duped.”

“Gah! Stop teaming up on me!”

And then Femto guffawed, flat out laughed out loud. I don’t think I ever saw her that amused.

“Geez, it wasn’t that funny”, I grumbled, sinking deeper into the water. Femto always seemed to wear a mask of sorts. It’s weird to see her like this.

“Sorry, sorry”, she was gasping for breath. “It’s just...”she shook her head. “I...”

And finally she managed to calm herself down. “I actually wanted to tell you something. Well, Mari really, but it feels for more fitting if you are here too, Zachs.”

That was surprisingly serious coming from Femto. Both Zachs and I looked at her.

“What is? Have you finally realized the error of your ways and want to apologize for turning your brother into a maid?”

She chuckled. “No, I like making money from my assets and you have become quite the lucrative ass-et.”

My brother laughed while I groaned. “You spend way too much time with Zachs. So, what is it?”

Femto smiled at me. “Nothing much, just wanted to tell you that I still hate you.”

...

“Well, thanks for the update, I guess!”

“But I don’t regret it anymore.”

“Hm?”

“Saving you”, she continued. “I no longer think it was the wrong choice. I’m glad I did it.”

…

What do I even respond to that?

I looked at my brother but he only smiled.

“You have grown into a fine young man”, Femto continued. “I’m sorry, that it took me so long to realize.”

“H-hey”, I stuttered out. “What’s this all of a sudden? Your screwing with me?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. You have many admirable qualities. For example, your sense of responsibility and duty. Your work ethic. The way your body has developed. Your stunning raven hair and amber eyes. How cute you look in uniform. Your disposition towards blushing...”

Uhh...this started out good but I feel somewhere in the middle we lost the plot.

...

“Wait...hold on, the reason you had a change of heart is…”

“Because my investment is finally paying dividends”, Femto happily explained. “Money isn’t as valuable as souls, of course. But…” She sighed wistfully. “I still like it very much. Having money is wonderful. So, we’re good, my little moneymaker.”

My reaction to that was to first let out a very loud sigh. “You are so unbelievably twisted.”

To which Femto once again chuckled. “What did you expect? I am your sister.”

…

For a bit, I only stared at Ceri.

Then I rushed through the water and hugged her. She let out a little gasp of surprise. “H-hey, that’s not the reaction I was expecting!”

I said nothing.

“I just wanted to set the record straight, you know. You know, I’m not good with this emotional stuff. And I still hate you. Seriously! Can’t you just keep being angry with me?”

I don’t care if it is for completely nonsensical reasons.

I don’t care if she still hates me.

I’m just so glad to have her back.

“Ceri...” My voice broke. “Ceri!”

Ceri smiled at me and finally hugged me back. “I’m home, big bro.”