Part 6 Monetary Monster Harem (TF/TG)

A sharp pain throbbed in Yusuke’s temple as he came to.

He groaned softly, blinking against the harsh midday sun.

The familiar chaos of Shibuya Crossing loomed around him, pedestrians flowing past in endless rivers, neon ads flashing, the murmur of conversation thick in the air.

He was lying flat on the ground, surrounded by the others. Everyone was scattered like fallen chess pieces across the intersection.

No one else seemed to notice.

Tokyo life moved on without them.

Yusuke slowly sat up, one hand pressed to his head.

"Is everyone alright?" he called out, his voice rough.

Around him, the others began to groan too. Joker, Ann, Makoto, Ryuji, Morgana… everyone was there. Moving. Breathing.

Relief flooded through him.

But before he could properly check on anyone…

A blur of movement slammed into him.

"YUSUKEEEE~!"

He barely had time to brace as someone tackled him, arms wrapping tightly around his waist.

Yusuke staggered back a step, blinking down in shock.

The person clinging to him was—

—a girl.

Tall, athletic, grinning wildly up at him with bright, golden eyes.

Short-cropped hair tousled wildly around her head.

Wearing Ryuji’s jacket, stretched just a little differently now over a much more feminine frame.

Her voice was unmistakable, though. Rough, energetic, loud.

Ryuji.

No.

Rika.

The girl beamed up at him, squeezing tighter.

"I'm soooo happy!" she crowed. "We did it! We won! Everything’s back to normal! And it’s all thanks to you, Yusuke!"

Yusuke’s mouth opened. No words came out.

"I swear I'll love you forever!" Rika declared brightly, like announcing the weather. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me!"

She nuzzled against him, grinning like a cat that caught a canary.

Yusuke, still frozen stiff, felt his mind grind to a halt.

What.

Yusuke’s brain spun like a broken gyroscope.

Before he could even start to untangle the disaster currently clinging to his waist, he spotted a small figure wobbling upright nearby.

Morgana.

Or at least, he thought it was Morgana.

Yusuke blinked hard, trying to clear the fuzziness from his vision.

Gone was the familiar little black cat he knew.

Standing there now was a tiny girl, barely half his height at best, dressed in a baggy black hoodie that swallowed her arms, the sleeves dangling far past her fingertips.

Two soft, black and white cat ears twitched atop her messy hair.

Wide blue eyes blinked once, then twice, surveying the scene with a quick, calculating look.

She was human.

Mostly.

Yusuke opened his mouth, words fumbling in his throat.

"Morgana...?"

The tiny girl turned at once, beaming up at him like the sun had come out just for this moment.

"Yusuke! You’re awake!"

“Okay, this is definitely most strange indeed.” Yusuke said, gazing at Morgana's human form. Morgana, seeing him stare, posed for dramatic effect, before her face fell instantly.

"You say something’s weird here...?" she muttered, half to herself, looking around frantically. "I don't see anything strange. From what I can tell we all managed to get out of the palace mostly unscathed…?"

She paused, tilting her head.

Her sleeves brushed the ground.

Then her gaze snapped sharply back to Yusuke.

Instant seriousness.

"But don’t worry," she said, puffing out her chest which was actually quite respectable for her small body, voice dropping into a fierce growl. "If anything dares to bother you, I’ll personally stomp it out in the Metaverse! You know how big and strong I am there! Rawr~" She said it with all the ferocity of a sleepy kitten as she raised a tiny fist in the air, the end of her sleeve flopping dramatically.

Yusuke stared.

Morgana grinned proudly, rocking back on her heels.

From cat to a ten-meter-tall dragon hydra to... this.

Yusuke wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or start praying.

He settled for just standing there, frozen stiff, as Morgana giggled and clumsily tried to pull her hoodie sleeves back enough to properly salute him. Yusuke barely had time to process it before another force slammed into his side.

"Alright, that’s ENOUGH!"

Ann’s voice rang out, sharp and irritated.

Yusuke stumbled slightly as Rika was yanked off him by a firm, clawed hand.

Ann held Rika at arm’s length, glaring at her.

She was dressed in casual clothes now, but something about her felt... off.

Yusuke didn’t have time to place it.

Rika pouted dramatically, tossing her short hair back.

"Geez, chill, Panther," she whined. "Can’t I get five minutes to hug the guy I’m literally dedicating my life to?"

Ann’s eye twitched.

"Maybe if you didn’t cling to him like a starved barnacle every chance you get," she snapped.

Rika just smirked.

"Better than shaking your ass every time he’s in the room," she shot back sweetly. “Seriously, I’m surprised you don’t knock people over with how much you swing those hips."

Ann gasped, genuinely offended.

"I do not…!"

She cut herself off.

Because Yusuke, with the dawning horror of a man noticing a detail he couldn’t un-notice, realized…

Ann’s butt was absolutely enormous.

Not in a cartoonish way.

Just... impossibly, unfairly huge.

The tightness of her jeans was a miracle of modern engineering.

Every slight motion made her hips sway exactly the way Rika accused her of… casual but devastating.

Yusuke tore his gaze away, mortified.

Ann caught it.

She smirked wickedly.

"See?" she said, planting a hand on her hip with deliberate sway. "Yusuke likes it."

“Do you have a postal code for assland yet, or did the government give up on trying to find the border of your hip radius?” Rika grinned, slamming her own butt into Ann's massive one, making her stumble to the side.

“You little…!” Ann hissed back at Rika, whose smile didn't waver at all.

Yusuke opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

Finally, he managed to speak with a somewhat deadpan expression. "...It is artistically impressive, I’ll say that much."

Rika groaned loudly. "You’re such a perv sometimes Yusuke! But no worries, I even like your cultured side~"

"At least I don’t have to weaponize my body to get his attention!" Ann snapped back.

"No, you just trip and ‘accidentally’ land in his lap every other week!" Rika fired.

They squared off, tension crackling.

Yusuke stepped back very slowly, raising both hands in surrender, hoping to slip away before he became collateral damage. He had seen enough wars to know when retreat was the only option.

Yusuke was already preparing an escape route when a shadow fell over all three of them.

A massive shadow.

A strong hand clamped down on Ann’s shoulder.

Another clamped down on Rika’s.

Both girls stiffened instantly.

Yusuke looked up.

And then up.

And then up.

Makoto.

Except she wasn’t the Makoto he remembered.

She was tall—absurdly tall.

Yusuke had met plenty of tall men before, but Makoto towered over him by nearly a head. Broad-shouldered, long-legged, her posture was military perfect, radiating command without a single wasted motion.

She wasn’t just tall.

She was imposing.

Then she sighed.

Makoto calmly pulled Ann and Rika apart like a schoolteacher separating unruly students.

"Enough," she said, voice steady and clipped. "This is neither the time nor the place for a territorial dispute."

Ann and Rika immediately fell silent.

Makoto glanced at them, then at Yusuke, her expression calm, professional, and, as Yusuke realized with a sinking feeling, almost reverent.

"Our beloved Yusuke has achieved a great victory today," she said, matter-of-factly, as if reciting a report. "We beat Kaneshiro, that fact is crystal clear. We went in, stole the treasure and made it out alive."

She turned to Rika and Ann with the finality of a judge passing sentence.

"Instead of bickering, it is only appropriate that we celebrate this success, as well as express our gratitude properly. Wouldn’t you agree?"

Both girls blinked.

Then, in perfect unison, they straightened up.

Ann immediately adopted a posture of lazy elegance, flicking her hair back over her shoulder with a smile so dazzling it could’ve stopped traffic.

"Of course," she said sweetly, her voice dripping honey. "Anything for our beloved Yusuke~."

Rika, grinning wide, leaned her elbow casually on Yusuke’s shoulder, like a buddy who had absolutely no concept of personal space.

"Yeah," she agreed brightly. "Our beloved Yusuke’s the best. No argument here."

Yusuke stood very still, trying to remember how to breathe.

Ann and Rika exchanged a glance, smiled, and bumped fists lightly.

No hard feelings.

Their beloved Yusuke had won.

And that was all that mattered to them.

Makoto gave a single approving nod, towering over them like an older sister that had just helped her two sisters make up again.

Yusuke felt a bead of sweat slide down his temple.

This was fine.

This was totally fine.

Probably.

Except for the part where nothing they said made any sense at all. Yusuke knew that they didn't steal the treasure. They haven't even sent a note yet. nor have they won against Kaneshiro. They were forcefully ejected from the palace. At least he was and he knew Rika and Makoto were too.

He turned toward Joker, sending the most desperate, wordless plea of his life: WHAT IS GOING ON?!

But even Joker wasn’t… right. Not anymore.

She was definitely a girl now.

An extremely busty girl.

Bustier than probably all three of the others combined.

Her crossed arms barely managed to support the sheer weight pressed against her chest, and every slight shift made the enormous curves bounce faintly under the strain of her tightened coat.

She didn’t say anything at first.

Just stood there, watching the chaos unfold with the same calm Joker always had.

Until she spoke. "...I have no idea what's going on either."

Her voice was dry, but definitely not as off as all the other girls around him.

Yusuke stared, mouth half open.

"Are you not…" he started weakly.

Joker cut him off, not even looking at him. "No."

She glanced downward.

Her arms squeezed a little tighter across her chest, and despite herself, the heavy curves bounced again. Joker grimaced, before looking at Yusuke again.

"But at least I think we won."  She shifted awkwardly, the movement setting off another slow, helpless bounce. "Although the price was... steep. To say the least."

Yusuke made a faint, strangled noise in the back of his throat.

Makoto, towering calmly at his side, tilted her head.

"I am not sure I fully understand what the problem is…" she said, voice still perfectly analytical. "But should we regroup at Leblanc and try to figure it out?"

Yusuke didn’t even have time to answer.

Ann latched onto his left arm, purring sweetly, as she made sure her hips were well and truly pressed against Yusuke’s. "Good idea~."

Rika immediately snatched his right arm, grinning like a kid who won a prize at a festival. "I call dibs on the seat next to him!"

Before Yusuke could process that, Morgana clung to his leg like a very determined backpack. She had half the height and half the fierceness of the other two girls, but was still determined to make her mark too. "I’m coming too, beloved Yusuke!"

Joker just sighed heavily, then smiled. Her chest heaved with the breath, bouncing again with her not even trying to prevent it anymore.

She just nodded her head slightly and started walking.

No one commented.

No one even acted like anything was strange anymore.

And so, the Phantom Thieves departed.

One extremely overwhelmed Yusuke in the middle of a group of drop-dead gorgeous girls—

—dragged off toward Leblanc to somehow figure out what the hell had just happened.

—

The phantom thieves have been stuck in Kaneshiro's Bank for quite a while now. So long that it seemingly started to affect them. They got out, but the damage was done. The Phantom thieves would never be the same again.