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[Warning : Adult Content] A day in the life of Keikain Fukuki, the strongest Red Dragon Emperor and the de facto proxy of the Keikain family, one of the three great Onmyoji families in Kyoto.   Waking up in the morning, he first rouses the girlfriends beside him. If it’s the nine-tailed fox wife Yasaka and the catgirl big sister Kuro Uta, he has to make sure their tails don’t get tangled before starting his morning routine.   As the morning practice nears its end, the maid squad led by Greafia comes in to assist with washing up and changing clothes. Occasionally, the maids join in earlier to participate in the routine.   After freshening up, it’s time for breakfast. Yasaka and Dr. Hasegawa Senri sometimes insist on feeding him personally, but he still needs to eat his regular meal to feel full.   After breakfast, it’s off to school. If Xenovia and Nonaka Yuzuki haven’t shown up by departure time, it’s best to stick with Rias and Naruse Ryo, or he risks skipping the entire day.   As for lunch, if there’s an afternoon schedule, it’s best to handle it himself. Even if senior Jun sends a bento, it’s wise to have the maid squad check it first. The same goes for dinner.   Before bed, washing up is casual, but if he wants to sleep early, it’s better to handle it himself. At this point, don’t count on the maid squad—their professional integrity has likely been tested enough for the day. ************************************** Join our Patreon to read the chapters in advance https://discord.gg/34Shr7Ah patreon.com/Mochi_Whirl
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