Chaos’s Daughter: Sweet But Psycho

Chapter 49: Punishing a Naughty Kitty…Again

With the playful tension still crackling in the air, Hespera lifted her hand lazily, tearing open a swirling violet portal that rippled with chaotic spatial energy, its edges humming with Nihility’s song.

"Alright, pack it up, ladies," she called to the Hesperides, Kuroka, and Nyx with a grin, "I’ve got a little Fallen Angel to terrify and a snake mother to collect."

Kuroka practically teleported to Hespera’s side, looping her arms around the goddess’s waist possessively, tails flicking smugly as if daring Nyx to try again.

Nyx only smirked, stepping into the portal’s edge like she already owned the journey.

But just as the Hesperides prepared to step through as well—

The ground trembled.

Vines erupted like serpents from the marble beneath their feet, curling and shifting with an ancient pulse. A soft breeze followed, heavy with the scent of earth and wild growth.

And then—

"Enough."

The voice rolled through the air like rich, fertile soil crumbling between timeless fingers.

The Hesperides all froze.

Hespera tensed, already gritting her teeth.

"Oh… hell no—"

From the far end of the hall, Gaia emerged.

The Mother of Earth, radiant in flowing green and gold, her wild hair crowned with woven vines, approached with the authority of someone who had birthed gods from her breath alone.

She smiled—far too warmly. "My sweet girls," she cooed, spreading her arms wide.

The Hesperides immediately braced.

"No—Mother, don’t you—"

"NO—GAIA—"

Too late.

Gaia grabbed all three, pulling them into a bone-crushing hug, nuzzling her face into their hair like a doting grandmother.

"You’ve spent plenty of time with your other mother," she said sweetly, while the girls squirmed and flailed in protest. "It’s time to return home to Ladon. The golden apples aren’t going to guard themselves."

"MOM—WE’RE BUSY—"

"WE DON’T WANT TO—"

"GAIA, LET THEM GO," Hespera warned, her voice low and dangerous, already stepping forward.

Gaia only tightened her grip, smiling even brighter.

"Oh hush, Chaos-Blessed. I let you borrow them long enough. It's my turn."

Nyx chuckled darkly behind Hespera, crossing her arms.

Kuroka whispered, "Is… is this normal?"

Hespera’s eye twitched.

"More than I’d like to admit."

Despite the irritated twitch of her wings, Hespera exhaled slowly through her nose, visibly reigning herself in.

She glanced at her daughters—now squirming like captured kittens in their other mother’s suffocating embrace. Aigle’s eyes silently screamed for help. Khrysothemis looked like she was about to fake her own death just to escape. Erytheia had already gone limp, accepting her fate with deadpan surrender.

Hespera crossed her arms.

"Fine," she muttered, her tone sharp but… reluctantly yielding. "Go. But don’t think for a second I won’t drag you back the moment I need you again."

Gaia beamed, cradling her girls tighter like they were prizes she’d just reclaimed.

"Of course, my dear."

As Gaia turned, dragging the grumbling Hesperides with her in a tangle of vines and affection, Aigle peeked over Gaia’s shoulder, mouthing silently:

"Help. Us."

Hespera only smirked and waved lazily, watching them disappear with a flicker of earth-toned light.

When the vines finally receded and the tremors faded, Hespera sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Gods, she’s exhausting."

Kuroka leaned into her side, purring. "Looks like it’s just us again~"

Nyx, still smirking, floated a little closer. "And me, Starlight. Don’t forget me."

Hespera rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.

With a flick of her wrist, she reopened the portal leading back to Kuoh.

"Let’s go pick up my mother before someone else tries to steal my attention."

And with that, she stepped through—Back to Earth, back to Kuoh, and back to the chaos waiting there.

The air around the massive mansion shimmered faintly with layered wards—primordial, chaotic, and eldritch—all woven into the very bones of the building. Few dared step near it, even fewer knew how to enter.

But Hespera didn’t have to enter.

The estate's core opened it for her like a beast greeting its master.

The great doors swung wide with a soft groan, the polished floors humming softly as they recognized her mana signature. The wards parted like silk, welcoming her home.

And there, sitting on one of the velvet lounge chairs in the grand hall, sipping from a silver cup like she owned the place, was Ophis.

She didn’t even look up.

"Took you long enough," Ophis murmured softly, her voice empty but… almost fond. "You broke Olympus? How many dead?"

Hespera pouted. "Olympus deserved it. And I only killed two."

Ophis finally glanced up with those blank, endless eyes. "I saved the strawberry cake in the fridge. Proud of you."

Hespera actually smiled, feeling some of the tension bleed from her shoulders.

"Thanks mom. I knew I kept you around for a reason."

Without another word, Hespera turned on her heel, heading for her bedroom to change.

The moment she entered, Hespera stopped cold.

Her sharp senses flared. The air smelled… different. Not bad. Not unfamiliar either. But it was strong. A scent that made her nostrils flare and her jaw tighten.

It was all over the sheets. All over the pillows. All over the damn room.

Her room was filled with Kuroka’s scent. And it was not just a casual trace. The thick scent of a nekomata who had rolled, stretched, and marked her territory like it belonged to her.

Hespera slowly turned toward the door, her aura rising just a little—like the hum of a blade half-drawn from its sheath.

Right on cue, Kuroka appeared. Frozen in the doorway. Ears flat. Eyes wide. Tail twitching nervously.

“…Mou~…” she mumbled, trying to flash a guilty smile. “I… might have… accidentally... kinda… marked the bed…?”

Hespera arched a brow slowly, her expression darkening with dangerous, playful menace. “Oh… accidentally, huh?”

Kuroka took a cautious step back, fully aware she’d crossed a line—but the smug little flick of her tail betrayed her anticipation.

Hespera didn’t speak at first.

She just took a slow, deliberate step toward her.

Then another.

And another.

Kuroka let out a breathy, nervous laugh, her ears twitching as she tried—and failed—to maintain her usual smug exterior.

“L-Look, I can explai—EEP!”

Hespera didn’t let her finish.

With a flick of her wrist, a chain of chaotic silk-light shot from her fingers, wrapping around Kuroka’s waist in a flash. Before the nekomata could react, Hespera yanked, dragging Kuroka into the room with a gasp and a thump as she landed face-first on the bed she had so boldly claimed.

Kuroka scrambled to turn over, but Hespera pounced, planting a knee on the mattress between her legs and looming over her with wicked intent in her heterochromatic gaze.

“Since you’re so eager to mark it…” Hespera purred darkly, her voice vibrating against Kuroka’s skin like molten silk, “…let’s see how well you remember who it actually belongs to.”

Kuroka’s ears flattened in thrilled panic, her body tensing as she purred despite herself, already melting beneath the gravity of Hespera’s dominance.

“…Mou~… yes, Mistress.”

The door slammed shut behind them with a wave of Hespera’s hand, the wards doubling in strength—sealing off the room from the rest of the estate.

Not even Ophis would dare interrupt.

~?~

An hour later,

The air hung thick and warm, laced with the lingering scent of silk, sweat, and satisfaction.

Hespera stretched like a lioness fresh from claiming her territory, her body draped in nothing but a loosely wrapped blanket that barely clung to her curves. Her silver-violet hair spilled over her bare shoulders, wild and untamed, a smug victor's glow on her face.

She glanced over her shoulder with lazy, feline amusement.

Kuroka lay sprawled across the wrecked sheets, completely out cold, her chest rising and falling in slow, contented breaths. A faint, happy drool pooled on the pillow beneath her flushed cheek.

Wrapped delicately around her throat was a black diamond-studded leash, glittering faintly under the bedroom lights. The chain extended toward the headboard, looped and secured as though daring anyone to try and undo it.

Hespera smirked.

"Hmm~ Such a good stress reliever."

She padded toward the ensuite bathroom, hips swaying with self-satisfaction, the blanket fluttering dangerously low on her frame. The hum of hot water filled the air as she flicked on the crystal-lined shower.

Time to rinse.

They still had materials to collect…

And a fallen angel father to properly discipline.

The water hissed to life, steam quickly filling the marble-tiled bathroom as Hespera slid the blanket off her body and stepped beneath the cascading heat.

She tilted her head back, letting the water run over her skin, rinsing away the remnants of chaos and satisfaction alike.

Her fingers ran through her wild silver-violet hair, wringing out the tension—but not the purpose. No, that still burned steady in her chest.

As much as she enjoyed breaking Olympus and teasing her little black cat, the real work was only just beginning.

Yggdrasil still suffered.

And Barachiel…

Barachiel had yet to pay.

She finished her shower quickly, stepping out with a casual flick of her wrist to dry herself in a warm current of chaotic wind. Dressing in her sleek, black combat attire again—tight, efficient, and laced with shifting Nihility runes—she tied her hair into a loose braid over her shoulder.

She didn’t bother waking Kuroka. The leash could stay. Let the kitten nap.

She had other snakes to corner.

Opening her bedroom door with a lazy stretch, she headed toward the grand hall where she knew Ophis was waiting.

It was time to finish up in this world and move onto the next one. 

"Hehe~ I wonder what world I'll cause chaos in next~"