What is this Dimensional Chat???

Satria stared sharply at his future self, and his future self returned the glare with equal intensity. The tension in the room grew until the sound of a door opening broke their standoff.

In walked four teenagers wearing school uniforms.

"Why are these two old men staring at each other like that?" asked a white-haired boy with an undercut hairstyle, his uniform worn haphazardly like a delinquent.

Before anyone could respond, two blue-haired twins darted forward with pleading eyes. "Ayah! Please give us money for snacks!" they said in unison, their puppy eyes directed at future versions of Satria.

"Don't give these two any money, Otou-sama, until they finish their homework," another teen interjected, dragging the twins by their collars. She bore an uncanny resemblance to Kiyohime, her strict demeanor matching her mother's perfectly.

"Nooo! We don't want to study! It's boring!" the twins whined, flailing in her grasp. "Help us, Ayah! Bunda! Anyone!"

The blue-haired woman with twin tails pretended to dab her eyes dramatically. "My poor babies... forgive your Bunda for abandoning you both in your time of need!"

Kiyohime twitched. "This is all your fault for spoiling them," she said, glaring at her future husband. "You've turned them into little slackers, just like you."

The white-haired boy snickered at the chaos. 'Idiots,' he thought and turned into white slime, sneaking toward the door. 'I'm getting out of here before I get dragged into their nonsense.'

"Stop."

"Oh, crap."

He froze, the menacing voice of his mother—her long, straight blue hair flowing like a predator ready to strike—cutting through his attempt at stealth.

"My dear son," she said sweetly, her smile anything but kind. "Come here and sit down."

He returned to his human form and tried to feign innocence, flashing her a puppy-eyed look. "Hehe… What do you need, Mommy?"

Her response was swift: an iron grip on his face.

"Wa! Wa! Wa! Stop! I'm sorry!" he wailed.

"Why am I getting dragged into this too?!" a voice inside him, clearly his twin brother, protested.

"Don't play dumb, you little delinquent of mine," his mother scolded, tightening her grip. "How much money did you lose on that betting site? And don't even try to deny it—I can smell the smoke on you. Were you smoking at school? Oh, and I heard you picked a fight with someone from another universe! Explain yourself!"

"It was only… $7,000. The team played like garbage, okay? I almost won! Stupid Manchester United ruined it, and now I'm officially their hater!" he admitted, squirming. "And I smoked outside of school, not inside. Also, that Saiyan monkey challenged me first! What was I supposed to do, run away? I put them in their place!"

Her grip tightened further.

"ADUHHHH! Ampun, Mom! I promise I won't do it again!"

Future Satria sighed deeply, shaking his head. "You idiot! I told you not to bet on that clown team. And if you're going to smoke, use magic to remove the smell! Seriously, you're beyond hope."

"Who taught him that magic? I want to learn that spell too!" Present Satria asked curiously.

The glare he received from every woman in the room made him backtrack immediately. "Forget I asked," he muttered.

The white-haired woman with the aura of a terrifying dragon stepped forward, her gaze pinning Future Satria in place. "What kind of nonsense have you been teaching him?"

Future Satria paled, waving his hands defensively. "Mana ada! This brat is unruly to control! I don't know who he's trying to imitate!"

The boy, sensing an opportunity, pointed dramatically at his father. "It's his fault! He's the one who said, 'It's okay to be wild when you're young. Just make sure you have achievements and become successful man later to silence your hater and make your mom proud.' He's also the one who taught me to smoke and prank people!"

The women in the room turned to glare at Future Satria, who gulped nervously.

"You... Bocah Pekok!" Future Satria growled.

"Don't 'snitch' me, Old Man! I'm just telling the truth!"

The boy's mother let out an exasperated sigh, gripping her head. "Why are you two exactly alike?" She suddenly had a headache, not expecting parenting to be this difficult.

The sulking son crossed his arms and pouted. "We're not the same, okay? I'm smarter and way more handsome than that old man!" he declared confidently, pointing at his father with a smug grin.

Future Satria's eyebrow twitched in irritation. "Oh, really? Keep talking, and I'll show you how 'handsome' looks with a black eye."

The boy's twin chimed in with a deadpan expression. "Nope. You're not smarter, and you're just a carbon copy with bad habits."

The son whipped around to glare at his twin or Manas inside him. "Whose side are you on?!"

His mother pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a heavy sigh. "I don't even know where to begin with this family..." she muttered, utterly speechless at the ridiculous back-and-forth.

Meanwhile, the women in the room exchanged amused glances, some stifling chuckles while others shook their heads in exasperation. Fatalis, however, was having the time of her life.

"This is gold. I need popcorn for this drama," she quipped, cackling inside Satria's mind.

"Don't encourage them!" Satria groaned internally, facepalming at the chaos his future family seemed to embody. "Ugh... I don't know if I can survive that," He muttered, looking pale at the thought of being surrounded by so many strong and scary women. 

"Ehem!" The blonde-haired woman with a regal aura cleared her throat, commanding attention. "Can we return to the main topic? We need to discuss the consequences of your time travel."

The room fell silent as everyone nodded.

"Go back to your room. We'll discuss your behavior later," the long, straight blue-haired woman commanded her son firmly.

"There's... more?" the boy whined, pouting in an almost comical manner.

"Of course. Did you think you'd escape punishment so easily, my dear boy?" Her voice was sweet, but the glint in her eyes said otherwise.

"Hmph!" He stomped away, sulking like a child who had just lost his favorite toy.

Once the door shut, the blue-haired woman turned to Satria. "Now, you sit," she ordered, pointing to a chair.

Satria obediently complied, the tone in her voice leaving no room for argument.

"Do you understand the consequences of your time traveling?" she asked, her piercing gaze drilling into him.

"I... I know," Satria mumbled.

"Then why did you do it?"

"Because I was... bored?" he admitted sheepishly.

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Please, use your powers wisely from now on. You could disrupt the timeline, change the future, or even make this reality cease to exist. Do you want to erase our family from existence?"

Satria shook his head frantically. "No, I'm sorry," he said, his voice almost a whimper.

His apologetic expression softened the women in the room.

'He's the same hubby, huh?' thought the twin-tailed blue-haired woman, smiling fondly.

'That face... makes it impossible to stay mad at him,' the white-haired woman in the uniform mused, her stern demeanor cracking.

'Cute... I'd love to tease him like this more often,' the dragon lady thought, her smirk revealing her intentions.

'No. I can't let myself go soft. I'm a King of Heroes, and I must remain strong, even in front of my Emperor,' the blonde woman wrestled with her emotions, her conflicted expression betraying her inner turmoil.

"Listen to her, and stop being such an idiot," Future Satria interjected smugly, crossing his arms. "You could learn a thing or two from the amazing me."

Everyone sweat-dropped.

'You're one to talk, idiot!' they all thought in unison, suppressing the urge to groan.

"Hah! No way I'm turning into a goof like you! Puck you!" Satria shot back, flipping his future self the middle finger.

Future Satria's eyebrow twitched. "Oh, you wanna fight? I'm a professional at beating up morons like you!" He moved in an instant, ready to tackle his younger self, but was abruptly yanked back by glowing golden chains.

"Satria. Behave." The blonde woman's voice was calm yet carried the weight of absolute authority. "As for you," she turned to Present Satria, her piercing gaze locking onto him. "Go back to your timeline and summon me when you're ready. Honestly, you're hopeless without me to guide you."

The long blue-haired woman sighed, stepping forward. With a flick of her hand, she conjured a swirling portal. Grabbing Satria by the collar, she set her other hand on his chest, embedding a faint golden glow within him.

"I've infused Manas inside you to stabilize the timeline and erased a few... unnecessary memories. Don't worry, you'll remember what's important," she said with a small, fond smile. "Goodbye for now, dear. Don't keep us waiting too long."

"Wait! Waaaa—!" Satria's protests were cut off as she tossed him unceremoniously into the portal, which closed with a resounding snap.

The room was silent for a moment before the twin-tailed woman chuckled. "He hasn't changed a bit."

"Not at all," the dragon lady agreed, her smirk returning.

"Do you think he'll grow up soon?" the white-haired woman asked with a sigh.

Future Satria stretched, grinning. "Nah, that's what makes him me. He's got a lot to learn, but he'll get there... eventually."

The women exchanged knowing looks, their shared thoughts unspoken: He better.

•

As Satria tumbled out of the portal back into his timeline, he landed face-first on the ground with a loud thud.

"Ow! Damn it!" Satria groaned, rubbing his sore face as he sat up. "I have been falling for thirty minutes!"

The Moonlight of Kuoh greeted him, its warmth a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the future he had just witnessed. Satria stretched, his mind buzzing with everything he'd seen and learned. Yet, as he glanced around, a nagging feeling began to creep into his thoughts.

"...Is it just me, or does it feel like we're forgetting something?" he asked aloud, furrowing his brow.

Fatalis went silent for a moment, then hummed thoughtfully. "Now that you mention it... Yeah, there's definitely something missing."

Satria scratched the back of his head, trying to piece it together. "Let's see… We go to the future, check. So... What the hell am I forgetting?"

"Something important," Fatalis replied, her tone unusually serious. "Something that feels... personal. But I can't place it either."

"Ugh! This is going to drive me nuts!" Satria groaned. "All I remember is that someone told us not to do it again, nothing more and nothing less." 

•

Satria lounged on the couch, casually watching a film, but the prickling sensation of being watched tugged at his awareness. He turned his head slightly and spotted Kiyohime lurking in the shadows, her golden eyes peeking out from behind a wall.

'What is she doing? Does she want something from me?' he thought, smirking inwardly. Though Kiyohime tried to conceal herself, her presence was as obvious to him as sunlight on a clear day.

In an instant, Satria moved with lightning speed, grabbing Kiyohime and pulling her onto his lap.

"Danna-sama?! H-How did you—"

Her flustered question was abruptly silenced as Satria pressed his lips against hers. Their mouths locked in a heated kiss, their tongues battling as if neither wanted to surrender.

When he pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven. "You're such a cheater, Danna-sama! How am I supposed to punish you if you distract me like this?"

"What can I say? I'm not heartless enough to ignore my girl when she's yearning for some love." Satria grinned mischievously, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I love you, my dear." His tone was sweet and teasing, but his real intention was clear: he wanted to sleep on the bed and cuddle with them.

'Yes, let me do it,' he silently begged, his puppy-dog eyes on full display.

Kiyohime hesitated, her resolve wavering under his gaze. She sighed in defeat. "Fine… but only five minutes, okay? You're so spoiled, Danna-sama."

"You're the best!"

Kiyohime undid the obi of her kimono, letting it fall open to reveal her modest yet elegant curves. Satria leaned down eagerly, capturing one of her rosy peaks with his lips.

"Ah… You really are my big baby, aren't you?" Kiyohime giggled softly, running her fingers through his hair as he nuzzled her chest. "Are my breasts that delicious, Danna-sama?"

Satria nodded enthusiastically, too preoccupied to answer verbally. Kiyohime chuckled again, her hand caressing his head. The tender moment, however, was rudely interrupted.

"My, my, Kiyohime-san," a sultry voice called from behind. "I thought our hubby was supposed to be in punishment mode."

Kiyohime jolted, her face turning crimson as she spotted Valiana leaning against the doorway, a knowing grin on her lips.

"Danna-sama started it!" Kiyohime protested, only to yelp when Satria's tongue teased her sensitive skin.

Valiana sauntered over, her smirk widening. "That's not fair, Kiyohime-san. Share the fun. Our husband deserves both our attention."

Without waiting for a response, Valiana began slipping out of her clothes, her confidence radiating like a goddess descending from the heavens. Her figure, fuller and curvier than Kiyohime's, immediately drew Satria's attention.

"Do you want to taste mine too, hubby?" Valiana teased, cupping her ample chest invitingly.

"Of course… if you'll let me," Satria replied, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"For my adorable boy, anything. Go ahead, enjoy yourself."

With her permission, Satria leaned forward and took her into his mouth, his enthusiasm undiminished. Valiana cooed softly, stroking his hair.

"You're such a greedy one, aren't you?" she teased. "But I don't mind. It's cute when you're like this."

She shifted his position gently, her hand sliding down to his waist. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers, and before he could react, she freed his already eager sword.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice husky with both surprise and excitement.

"Relax, hubby," she purred, wrapping her fingers around him. "I'll take care of this too."

Her movements were slow and deliberate, stroking him with a skillful hand that made his breath hitch.

"Oh my, you're already so lively," Valiana teased, her grin becoming wicked. "Let's make this even better."

Satria groaned, his head falling against her chest as she continued her ministrations. The combination of her soft curves and skilled touch drove him to the edge.

"I… I can't hold it anymore," he admitted, his voice strained.

"Then let it out, darling," Valiana whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'm here for you."

With her encouragement, he surrendered, his release spilling over her hand. Valiana chuckled, raising her soiled fingers with a playful glint in her eyes.

"You're such a good boy," she said, her voice dripping with affection.

Kiyohime huffed from the side, puffing her cheeks. "Valiana-san, you can't just hog him all to yourself!"

Valiana grinned. "Oh, don't worry, Kiyohime-san. There's plenty of hubby to go around."

Kiyohime leaned closer, her eyes half-lidded as she traced her tongue along Satria's sword, her movements slow and deliberate. Her tongue, agile and serpentine, sent shivers down his spine, completely different from Valiana's approach.

"Mmm… Delicious," Kiyohime murmured, a playful smile curling on her lips as she glanced toward Valiana.

Valiana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Yes?"

Kiyohime didn't hesitate. "I can't hold back anymore. Let's do it together, right now."

"What a tempting proposal," Valiana purred, her voice dripping with sultry amusement. She ran her fingers through her hair, her eyes locking onto Satria. "I feel the same way, Kiyohime-san."

Both women turned their attention to Satria, their expressions burning with desire.

"Ehm… Girls? What are you planning to do with me?" Satria's voice wavered slightly as he took a step back, realizing he'd suddenly become the prey. Their predatory gazes made his instincts scream in warning.

"We're not letting you sleep tonight, Danna-sama," Kiyohime said sweetly, her tone contrasting her intent.

"Fufu, we'll suck you dry," Valiana added with a teasing laugh, stepping closer.

From within Satria's consciousness, another voice roared in frustration. "I'm envious of them! My boy, hurry up and release me from your body right now!" Fatalis's voice echoed, full of indignation.

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" Satria muttered under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How unlucky am I…"

(Seven Hours Later)

"Stop! Ahhhh, the pleasure is too much!" Satria gasped, his body trembling as he reached his peak, releasing deep inside Valiana.

Her body shuddered as she let out a satisfied moan, her strength giving out as she collapsed onto the bed. "What… What a monster," she muttered breathlessly, her voice laced with exhaustion and bliss. "No more. That thing… It's too much. My womb feels so hot and full. Are you trying to impregnate us?"

Satria's lips curled into a mischievous smirk. Without a word, he positioned himself again, his movements deliberate as he entered her once more.

"Then get pregnant," he whispered against her ear, his voice low and commanding. He gave her a firm smack on the ass, earning a surprised yelp. "No rest for bad girls like you."

"Ahhh! Yes!" Valiana's voice broke into a mix of moans and cries, her body reacting to his dominance. "Punish this bad girl like the bitch she is, Daddy!"

Kiyohime, watching from beside them, bit her lip, unable to hold back any longer. She shifted closer, her own desire flaring. "You're not leaving me out, are you, Danna-sama?"

"Not at all," Satria replied, pulling her into his arms. Kiyohime guided him, repositioning herself on all fours, her tail swaying seductively.

"Punish me too," Kiyohime demanded, her voice breathy yet firm. "Treat me like a bad girl. Show me no mercy, Danna-sama."

Satria grinned, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her. Kiyohime cried out in pleasure, her voice filled with unrestrained ecstasy.

"Yes! Right there! That's the spot!" she moaned, her voice climbing higher as she surrendered completely.

Her pleasure fed into his, and the two moved together with increasing intensity. The night stretched on, the room filled with the sounds of passion. Neither Kiyohime nor Valiana was spared as Satria indulged in their desires, his stamina seemingly endless.

By the time the first rays of sunlight crept through the curtains, both women lay exhausted beside him, their bodies spent but their faces glowing with satisfaction.

"Next time," Valiana murmured with a sleepy smile, "we're tying you up, hubby. You're too dangerous otherwise."

Satria chuckled softly, his hand stroking her hair. "You can try, but you might just regret it."

•

"We need to talk," Valiana began, her tone unusually serious.

Kiyohime raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

"About him," Valiana said, nodding toward Satria, who was playing with Ariel. "It's becoming impossible to keep up with his… appetite. The two of us alone aren't enough." 

Kiyohime's cheeks turned a deep red. "W-What are you suggesting, Valiana-san?"

Valiana smirked slightly, her tone teasing. "Oh, don't pretend you haven't noticed. If we keep going at this pace, we'll burn out before long. Want it or not, we might need to… expand the team."

Kiyohime's eyes narrowed, her expression shifting between irritation and contemplation. "You mean…"

"Yes," Valiana said bluntly. "We need more people to share the… responsibility."

Kiyohime's face scrunched up, a mix of disbelief and irritation flickering across her features. "You think I'd let just anyone join? Do you know how many shameless women would jump at the chance to throw themselves at him?"

"That's why we'd set rules," Valiana countered, her tone calm but firm. "No one gets in without your approval—or mine, for that matter. And they need to be strong and smart. We don't have room for weak, useless women who'll just take up space." 

Kiyohime sighed, crossing her arms. "I can't believe I'm even considering this…" She glanced at Satria, her expression softening. "But… you're right. If it's for his sake, I'll allow it. But I swear, Valiana-san, if anyone tries to overstep their place, I won't hesitate to remind them who came first." 

Valiana chuckled, her grin widening. "I'd expect nothing less from you, Kiyohime-san. Besides, you and I are more than enough to keep them in line. As long as we work together, we'll make this work."

Kiyohime huffed, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "Fine. But remember, this is for him. Not because I want some new roommates."

"Of course," Valiana said, her tone dripping with amusement. "For him."

As if sensing he was the topic of discussion, Satria stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked between the two women, their expressions suspiciously united.

"What… What are you two plotting?" he asked, still groggy.

"Nothing you need to worry about, darling," Valiana cooed, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Just a little discussion about your future."

Satria blinked, clearly unconvinced. "Why do I feel like I should be nervous?"

Kiyohime gave him a sweet, almost predatory smile. "Oh, don't worry, Danna-sama. We'll make sure everything is perfect… for you."

Satria gulped, instinctively sensing trouble ahead.

To be continued.