Velvet Academy—The "Peace Summit," Morning After the Explosion.

The room still smoldered like a failed barbecue pit. Half the windows were gone, the chandelier had migrated to the floor, and Rei sat on a chair missing two legs, balancing precariously like a circus act whose prize was "Not Dying Today."

Dust rained down with every breath. His ribs ached, his sanity trembled and his wives—all six shades of hellfire and obsession—sat across from him at what was left of the council table.

Well, five of them, to be exact. Because apparently he had five wives in the running now, and each one was demanding more than a dragon could eat in gold.

"Right," Rei coughed, forcing a smile. "So the first peace summit didn't go so well. But, um… maybe if we treat this like an official negotiation, we can come up with… uh, mutually beneficial terms."

[System Notification: New Mission – "Draft the Treaty of Madness."]

[Objective: Convince five yanderes to sign peace without anyone dying.]

[Failure Penalty: Guess.]

Rei pinched his temple. "Of course."

Lilia smoothed her immaculate maid's uniform, producing a glittering booklet from somewhere suspiciously sharp-sounding. She laid it down on the table.

"I've prepared a reasonable proposal," she said with the calm of someone who once burned down a bakery over the wrong cake frosting. "Clause one: A chapel wedding in every nation."

Rei blinked. "Every… nation?"

Lilia smiled serenely. "Yes, every single one. From the Holy Theocracy of Elorias to the swamp tribes of the Croakmarsh. Each shall bear witness to our eternal vow, again and again."

Rei sputtered. "That's—that's not how marriage works! You can't just spam weddings!"

Lilia's eyes glinted. "You can. And we will."

[System Alert: Warning! Player is now considered "Serial Groom (International)."]

[Consequence: 85% chance of extradition by angry in-laws.]

Rei slumped. "Can we maybe… narrow it down to just one chapel?"

Lilia tilted her head, sweet smile plastered on like fresh paint. "Darling. I already bought the wedding dresses. All sixty-seven."

Rei's blood ran cold. "S-sixty-seven?"

Lilia licked her knife. "Limited edition lace."

[Honestly, respect the hustle.]

Before Rei could even breathe, Drakana slammed her claws on the table, cracking it further. Sparks danced from her teeth as she grinned.

"My demand's simple, mate."

Rei braced himself. "Define… simple."

"Daily blood pacts," Drakana declared, eyes glowing. "Every morning, every night. You and me. Our veins, our bond, eternal."

Rei gagged. "Daily?! Do you know how much blood a human can safely—"

"Then we'll build up your tolerance," Drakana said proudly, flexing her arm like she was announcing a fitness routine. "You'll be stronger for it."

"Or dead," Rei muttered.

[System Warning: Side effect of multiple daily blood pacts = anemia, fainting, and spontaneous vampirism.]

[System Suggestion: Maybe stockpile oranges?]

Drakana slammed a dagger into the table, pinning Rei's sleeve down. "C'mon, mate. One little cut a day. What's the harm?"

Rei whimpered. "You're asking for relationship anemia!"

Drakana leaned closer, hot breath curling with sparks. "Mate, it's romantic."

[In dragon culture, apparently romance = blood donation center.]

Seraphina rose with regal grace, her golden hair glowing with holy light. The choir outside immediately struck up ominous organ music like they'd been waiting on cue.

"My proposal," she announced, "is for the good of his soul."

Rei groaned. "Here we go."

"Chastity."

The room went silent. Even the dust seemed confused.

Seraphina clasped her hands in prayer. "A magical chastity collar—blessed by the church, forged in holy flame. Only I shall hold the key."

Rei's jaw hit the floor. "WHAT?!"

"It will protect you," she said solemnly. "From sin. From temptation. From the filthy claws of—" she glared at Drakana— "dragons."

Drakana shot up, claws flaring. "Say that again, church brat!"

Lilia perked her knife. "Temptation? I prefer to call it opportunity."

Rosette just scribbled: Chastity Device Research (Potential Weaknesses).

Rei buried his face in his hands. "You want me to wear a… chastity collar? Like a dog?"

Seraphina's eyes sparkled. "No, darling. Like a lamb of heaven."

[System Alert: New Item Proposal – "Collar of Virgin Purity."]

[Status Effect: -100% Romance, +100% Humiliation.]

[Warning: Removal requires a holy divorce trial.]

Rei screamed into his chair cushion.

Rosette didn't rise. She simply flipped open her black notebook, eyes glinting behind her fringe.

"My demands are logical," she said softly, almost kindly. "Hourly location logs."

Rei blinked. "Hourly… what?"

"Every hour, on the hour, you will report your location. Written, signed, and blood-sealed."

Drakana frowned. "Blood again? Copycat."

Rosette ignored her. "Failure to report within sixty seconds will be considered grounds for… termination of rivals."

Rei coughed. "Termination of—WAIT, you mean killing them, right?!"

Rosette tilted her head, smile chilling. "Naturally."

[System Notification: New Status Effect Pending – "House Arrest (Yandere Edition)."]

[Failure Penalty: Death, probably.]

Rei slumped. "I already feel like a parole prisoner, Rosette. I don't need hourly reports!"

"You will," Rosette whispered. "Or else."

[You should honestly install GPS in your own skull at this point.]

Finally, Emilia rose. She was calm. Gentle. Almost… normal. She placed her hands on the table, tilting her head with a sweet smile.

"My demand is simple," she said softly.

Rei braced himself. "Define simple…"

Emilia leaned closer, eyes warm but terrifying. "Can we just… talk?"

Rei blinked. "Wait, that's it?"

She nodded. "Yes. Sit down with me. Now start sharing your thoughts, your worries, your past, your future, without any knives, fire, collars. Just conversation."

The others erupted instantly.

"That's manipulative!" Lilia hissed.

"Cheater!" Drakana snarled.

"Talking leads to temptation," Seraphina scowled.

Rosette scribbled furiously: Dangerous: Emotional Subjugation.

Rei's jaw dropped. "She literally just wants to TALK! And that's the most terrifying demand of all?!"

[System Notification: New Status Effect – "Emotional Vulnerability Detected."]

[Warning: Beware. Talking leads to confessions.]

Emilia's smile deepened, voice silk. "After all, Rei… if you truly love someone, shouldn't you bare everything to them?"

Rei choked. "Not everything!"

[You're doomed.]

The "peace table" instantly devolved into chaos again.

Lilia waved wedding invitations. Drakana offered blood knives. Seraphina chanted hymns of purity. Rosette shoved contracts under Rei's nose. Emilia smiled like sunshine, somehow the scariest of all.

Rei slammed his hands on the table. "STOP! Everyone STOP!"

They did, miraculously. For a single second.

Rei gulped. "Alright. Let's… let's go one at a time. Maybe compromise?"

[System Notification: New Sub-Mission – "Negotiate the Treaty of Insanity."]

[Reward: One fragile chance at survival.]

"Okay, Lilia," Rei began cautiously. "What if… instead of every nation, we do, like… five weddings? Just five?"

Lilia narrowed her eyes. "Fifty."

"Ten."

"Forty."

"Fifteen?"

"Thirty-five and a half."

"…Half?"

"Vegas elopement."

[She's bargaining like a used carriage salesman.]

Rei gave up.

"Drakana," Rei turned desperately. "What if we do… weekly blood pacts? Not daily."

Drakana frowned. "But then how will our souls intertwine every sunset?"

"Maybe with… hugs?"

"Hugs don't bleed, mate."

"…Good!"

"Unacceptable!"

[Honestly, she has a point.]

Rei tried Seraphina next. "What if we don't do a collar… and instead just, uh, trust each other?"

Seraphina gasped as if he'd blasphemed. "Trust?! Without divine sanction?!" She clutched her holy book to her chest. "How naïve…"

Rosette's turn. "Hourly logs? What about… daily check-ins?"

Rosette's pen hovered. "…Every thirty minutes. Final offer."

Rei groaned.

And Emilia? She just smiled, serene. "I told you. Just talk to me, Rei."

Her demand was the simplest… and somehow the most terrifying.

Finally, Rei collapsed into his chair, head on the broken table.

"This isn't peace. This is Terms and Conditions of Obsession!"

[System Notification: Mission Update – "Peace Negotiations Failed."]

[Honestly, you didn't stand a chance.]

[Penalty: Living with the consequences.]

The girls leaned closer, circling him like wolves around a steak.

"So, darling," Lilia purred. "Which condition will you sign first?"

"Mate," Drakana growled, "pick me. Let's bleed."

"Choose chastity," Seraphina urged.

"Sign here," Rosette whispered, sliding a quill into his hand.

"Or," Emilia said gently, "we could just… talk."

Rei's scream echoed through the ruins of the student council room.

Outside, students tiptoed past the scorched door, whispering.

"Did you hear? Duke Rei's holding another summit?"

"Yeah. They say he's negotiating peace with his fiancées."

"…Then why are there explosions every thirty minutes?"

Inside, Rei wept quietly into his sleeve.

[System Notification: New Long-Term Mission Unlocked – "Marriage Treaty Negotiations."]

[Objective: Survive.]

[Estimated Completion Time: Never.]

The Peace Table smoldered. The Terms and Conditions stood signed in blood, ink, and terror. And Rei knew one horrifying truth.

The summit hadn't saved him. It had only legalized his suffering. As Rei slumped forward, the flickering chandelier above gave a final clunk and dropped onto the table, narrowly missing his head. None of the girls even flinched.

"Darling, you should pay attention to omens," Lilia murmured. "Even furniture agrees we should wed."

Drakana smirked, yanking the chandelier back up and balancing it on her shoulder like a trophy. "See that? Even the ceiling blesses our bond with falling stars."

Seraphina held up her holy symbol. "Nonsense. That was divine judgment for his hesitation."

Rosette just scribbled: Ceiling weaponized potential confirmed.

Emilia tilted her head, softly smiling. "Or maybe… it's a sign Rei should just talk to me instead of running."

Rei buried his face in the table, muffled scream vibrating through the scorched wood.

[System Notification: Emotional Damage +30.]

[I'd recommend prayer, but even heaven unsubscribed from this mess.]

And so, the "Peace Summit" concluded—with no peace, infinite conditions, and Rei realizing paperwork was deadlier than any dragon.

To be continued…