Harem Hero

Renovation

While you initially expected Venelana and Rias to tease you mercilessly, as they both liked to do, it was soon evident that both ladies took their work seriously. Sure - a kiss and a hug from both was nice, but they very quickly started focusing the entirety of their attention on the process of running through your new, hideous mansion and turning it into something more photogenic. A horde of contractors, plumbers and electricians descended upon the place to get it into liveable condition. Some of the rooms were never finished before the previous owner went bust. You're here to fix that. The bank that originally handed out the loan must be very happy that some other sucker came along to take on the burden of such a silly project.

Rias is not waiting for the renovations to be complete. She has already compiled an utterly gigantic notepad filled with measurements for every window, fixture and room in the building. Dozens and dozens of empty spaces that need to be filled with something. Money is no object, and perhaps even the laws of physics considering her access to powerful magic. She also has a selection of curtain and carpet samples, which are liberally thrown onto different surfaces and compared with each other.

"I was thinking that these would be best," Rias explains. In her hands is a magazine page displaying a pair of heavy navy-blue curtains that are rather gothic in design. Several other pieces of scrap paper have been compiled into a folder; containing furniture, light fixtures and various other things like rugs and electronics. She put a hell of a lot of effort into her preparation. Venelana must have had a hand in it too.

"We can fit two couches for four here with matching cushions and fabric, and pair it with an armchair right here," she continues - pacing around the back corner of one of the living rooms. "Then a coffee table, bookshelves, and a decorative globe."

"A globe?"

"When you have this much space to play with, you can decorate it with some more eccentric items, don't you agree?"

"I guess I did give you the green light to turn this place into a real manor. Globe it is!"

Rias smiles like a kid on Christmas morning and turns with a flick of her red hair, "This is very exciting. I finally have the chance to do all of the things I wanted to do with the clubhouse."

"Why? Were you restricted?"

"Yes. Mother asked that I restrain my spending - as we had to include the budget for the renovations into the school's books. Smuggling in the leftover furniture was also a significant challenge, and convincing them to reconnect the shower's plumbing took a lot of effort."

"But you don't have to worry about that here."

"That's right. I can finally implement some of those ideas I had back then, and I don't have to compromise on getting matching furniture!" Her eyes glitter with excitement. It reminds you of the first time you met. It's going to take a lot of creative thinking to find a use for all of this room, but in the future if you somehow manage to have several dozen people wandering around freely, the space would be utilised properly.

Mitsuru will be eagerly working on expanding the scope of her technology as you speak. The day may soon come where you can have many, many more than four girls summoned at once. Hopefully it makes juggling all of them easier, though to them much less time passes in their own world versus this one. You're not really sure how that works - it's like the other universe is put on pause while they're away.

The noise coming from the floor above is getting louder by the second as the contractors get to work fixing up the essentials. Seconds after the sound of drilling and hammering starts, Venelana emerges from the top of the stairs and sashays her way down to you and Rias. Today she has decided to wear something a little more functional than her usual dress. Black business slacks that ride all the way up to her stomach and cling to her curves for dear life, topped with a frilly white blouse that strikes a balance between high-class and casual. Her cleavage can be plainly seen through the slit that runs down the middle, parting towards the collar at the top. You swear that she isn't wearing a bra, though you have been proven wrong before.