By the time Shuo Nangong stepped through his front door, the sky outside was already a deep, inky blue.
He paused at the entryway, scanning the living room. Only two figures were visible: Nia, hunched over her drawing tablet, and Reine, who looked half-asleep at the dining table.
Nia Honjo didn't even glance up—her focus laser-sharp on her manga pages, deadline looming tomorrow. No time for distractions.
Reine, meanwhile, sat slouched, her head propped in one hand as she lazily plopped sugar cubes—one after another—into her steaming coffee. The pile grew until sweet crystals overflowed the rim, tumbling onto the table.
"Welcome home, Shuo." Reine's greeting came out muffled, sleep still clinging to her voice.
Shuo's eyes drifted lower, and he nearly blurted out his thoughts before catching himself.
"So big! Uh… I mean, the cup. The cup is huge."
With every sugar cube Reine dropped, her chest jiggled beneath her cardigan—little white rabbits bouncing dangerously close to escape velocity. Shuo couldn't help but worry they'd break free any second. Not that he'd mind an "accident"…
But what really caught his envy was the battered blue teddy bear, patched in several places, that Reine hugged to her side. The poor thing looked like it had survived more trauma than any plush should.
If he could, Shuo thought, he'd gladly trade places—take on all the bear's suffering, and then some.
"Reine… are you sure you won't get diabetes with all that sugar?"
Reine blinked at her overflowing mug. "Oh, sorry. Guess I went a little overboard."
She shrugged, unbothered. "I just like sweet things."
Shuo wondered if Reine's First Spirit body was even capable of getting diabetes. Probably not.
He headed for the changing room, stripping off his rain-soaked clothes and wrapping himself in a bathrobe. Pushing open the bathroom door—
A shriek rang out.
Standing in the middle of the steamy room was a girl, all curves and bare skin. Shuo and Tohka locked eyes, frozen in mutual horror.
Tohka's face went scarlet as she scrambled to cover herself. Then, with a furious cry, she socked Shuo square in the nose and slammed the door so hard steam practically billowed from her head.
Blood trickled down Shuo's face. "Damn, what is my luck today?"
Still determined to get clean, he staggered to the second bathroom and opened the door—
And froze again.
Another girl stood inside, this one with long blue hair, equally surprised and equally undressed.
"Pfft!"
This time, blood spurted from his other nostril. The overload of accidental happiness was too much—Shuo's vision swam, his knees buckled, and he collapsed in blissful unconsciousness.
When he finally came to, he found himself surrounded by Kotori, Nia, Tohka, Shiori, and Reine. He tried to sit up, only to realize his wrists and ankles were tied tight with rope.
"Uh… What happened? Why am I tied up?"
Kotori's eyes flashed with righteous fury. "Well, well, look who's awake—the pervert who can't keep his hands to himself! You come home and immediately start chasing after two beautiful girls. You really are a wolf in sheep's clothing, brain overflowing with dirty thoughts."
"Hey, Kotori, how am I suddenly the pervert here?" Shuo protested, tugging at his bonds.
Kotori smirked. "Still playing dumb? Do you remember what you saw in the bathroom?"
Shuo wracked his brain. "I… think I saw something white and soft…"
At that, Tohka and Shiori's faces turned beet red, while Kotori shot him a look reserved for the lowest of lowlifes.
Nia piped up, never missing a chance to stir the pot. "Well, well, looks like our boy's finally showing his true colors—can't resist cute girls, huh?"
Reine, meanwhile, remained utterly unbothered, sipping her coffee as if the drama had nothing to do with her.
Shuo looked away, guilt creeping into his voice. "Seriously, it was just an accident, I swear—wait, no, let me explain!"
Kotori snorted. "Hmph! I knew it. Perverts like you should be sent to Siberia to dig potatoes."
Shiori, ever the peacemaker, spoke up. "Kotori, let's let it go. I really don't think Shuo-kun meant to do anything."
"Shiori…" Shuo's heart swelled with gratitude. He hadn't expected Shiori to defend him—she was kinder than he'd ever realized.
He made a silent vow: someday, he'd repay her kindness. With interest.
Kotori threw up her hands. "Fine, since Big Sis is vouching for you, I'll let you off this time."
She punctuated her mercy with a few hard stomps of her dainty foot on Shuo's shins—her version of punishment.
Not that Kotori knew: for Shuo, this was less punishment, more reward.
After all, his level of perversion had already left Kotori's wildest suspicions in the dust.
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