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The aftermath of a classic Yuuki household disaster always possessed a specific, vibrating kind of energy.
It took several long, agonizing minutes of shouting, frantic apologies, and aggressively thrown cushions before the dust finally began to settle in the living room.
"I'm telling you, keep your hands to yourself, you primitive Earthling Beast!" Nana Astar Deviluke shouted, standing at the base of the pull-down attic ladder. Her face was still flushed a brilliant, radiant cherry-red, and she was clutching her shirt tightly across her chest as if she expected Rito's hands to magically fly across the room and squish her again.
"I said I was sorry! I was just trying to break the fall!" Rito yelled back from the sofa, rubbing the side of his head where Nana had managed to land a surprisingly solid kick during the pile-up.
"Ehehe! It was fun, though!" Lala chimed in, completely oblivious to the sexual tension that had just threatened to ignite the room. She effortlessly hoisted two massive crates onto her shoulders as if they were made of styrofoam. "Okay, Nana-chan, Momo-chan! Let's go! I'll show you the new rooms I built for you in my Dimensional Space! They have anti-gravity beds and everything!"
Momo, who was already halfway up the ladder, paused to look back over her shoulder. She offered Rito a sweet, lingering, and incredibly dangerous smile, her purple eyes twinkling with mischief.
"We'll continue our... greetings... later, Rito-san," Momo purred, her gaze deliberately dropping to his lap for a fraction of a second before she ascended into the glowing portal of the attic lab.
Nana let out one final, frustrated huff, glaring daggers at Rito before stomping up the ladder behind her sister. Lala brought up the rear, waving cheerfully before the heavy wooden hatch of the attic pulled shut with a soft, pneumatic hiss.
Click.
And just like that, the whirlwind of pink hair, alien technology, and overwhelming royalty vanished.
Rito was left sitting dead center on the couch. He let out a massive, shuddering sigh of relief, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands.
The sudden silence that descended upon the ground floor was absolute. After the screaming, the television noise, the clattering of crates, and the overload of having three Devilukean princesses climbing all over him, the quiet felt incredibly jarring. It was calming, undeniably so, giving his racing heart a chance to finally slow down its frantic rhythm. But at the same time, the sudden lack of noise felt a little... empty.
"Are you still alive over there, Rito?"
Rito peeked through his fingers.
Mikan was standing at the edge of the living room, near the threshold of the kitchen. She had already gathered the empty teacups and the small plates they had been using, stacking them neatly on a tray. She was watching him with a sly and knowing smile playing on her soft lips.
Rito dropped his hands, offering a weak, sheepish smile. "Ahaha… Barely. My life flashed before my eyes when Nana started swinging that pillow."
Mikan chuckled, a light, melodic sound that instantly warmed the room. She turned and walked into the kitchen. Rito listened to the familiar, comforting sounds of domesticity — the gentle clinking of porcelain against the sink, the rush of running water, the soft rustle of her clothes as she moved.
He leaned back against the sofa cushions, his eyes tracking her through the open doorway. Even after all the galactic craziness, the alien assassins, and the literal magic seals glowing on their bodies, watching Mikan do something as simple as washing a teacup filled his chest with an overwhelming sense of peace.
A few moments later, Mikan dried her hands on a towel and walked back into the living room. She didn't sit in the armchair Momo had vacated, nor did she sit on the opposite end of the couch. She walked right up to the center of the sofa and stood directly in front of Rito, forcing him to look up at her.
"You really don't waste any time, do you, Rito?" Mikan asked, her voice carrying a teasing, musical lilt.
Rito blinked, his cheeks dusting pink. "W-What do you mean?"
Mikan tilted her head, her gold brown eyes gleaming with amusement. "I mean, they barely returned, and you're already getting incredibly hands-on with them. First Momo-san practically buries you in her cleavage, and then you somehow manage to perfectly grope Nana-san right in the middle of a fall."
"It was an accident!" Rito stammered, his arms flailing defensively. "Lala tripped over the table, and I tried to catch her, and then gravity just—"
"But you squeezed," Mikan interrupted, her smirk widening.
Rito's mouth snapped shut. He looked away, his ears burning as the honesty he had embraced completely betrayed his attempts at a defense. He could still feel the phantom sensation on his palms — the firm, delicate softness of Nana's chest.
"I... well... I mean..." Rito stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "My hands just kind of... reacted. It's not my fault they were so soft!"
Mikan laughed aloud at his flustered, honest confession.
"You really are a hopeless beast, Rito," Mikan chided playfully. She took a step closer, the toes of her socks bumping gently against his bare feet. "But I have to admit, your 'Harem King' instincts are definitely getting sharper."
She leaned down slightly, bringing her face closer to his, her eyes locking onto his golden gaze.
"You're getting incredibly smooth, onii-chan," Mikan whispered, her voice dropping a fraction of an octave. "At this rate, sooner or later, you're going to be able to do these incredibly shameless things to girls without even breaking your expression. You'll just be a cool and smooth player."
"I am not a player!" Rito protested, though his heart gave a treacherous little thump at her words. He looked up at her, feeling a mix of embarrassment and an undeniable, rising heat. "I'm just... making sure not to run away anymore. I'm being honest about what I want."
"I can see that," Mikan agreed softly.
The playful, teasing atmosphere in the room shifted. The air grew perceptibly heavier.
Mikan moved into the space between Rito's spread legs, standing flush against the edge of the couch cushions. The casual, sisterly vibe evaporated entirely, replaced by something cozy, sweet, and overwhelmingly intimate. Her tone shifted from teasing to something between incredibly sultry and cute.
"But you know, onii-chan..." Mikan began, her hands reaching out to rest lightly on his broad shoulders. She traced the fabric of his shirt, her fingers brushing against his collarbone. "With two more chaotic Devilukean princesses officially moving in, things are going to get very busy around here."
Rito swallowed hard, the scent of her citrus shampoo filling his nose. "Y-Yeah. It's going to be loud."
"It's not just the noise," Mikan pointed out, her thumb gently stroking the side of his neck. "There are five people living in this house now. Six, if you count Peke. That means more groceries to buy. More laundry to wash. Bigger meals to cook. The cleaning... the organizing... my workload as the Head of this Household has just doubled."
Rito's brow furrowed slightly as his practical, caring side took over. He looked at her seriously, genuinely concerned about her well-being.
"You're right," Rito said, nodding. "That's way too much for just you to handle, Mikan. I'll take over the laundry duties completely starting tomorrow. And maybe we can ask Lala to build some kind of automated cleaning drone for the hallways? As long as it doesn't shoot lasers, it should help. Or I could hire a maid service with the manga royalties—"
"Onii-chan."
Mikan's voice cut through his planning. She wasn't looking for a maid service.
"I don't mind the work," Mikan whispered, leaning in closer until her nose almost brushed his. Her gold brown eyes were half-lidded, swirling with a heavy, possessive lust. "I like taking care of my family. I like taking care of you. But..."
She moved one hand down from his shoulder, trailing her fingertips slowly down the center of his chest, over the hard ridges of his abs, and down to the waistband of his pants.
"...I need an adequate compensation for my hard work."
Rito didn't even have time to process the demand as Mikan didn't wait for his answer. Her hand slipped past his waistband and firmly grabbed his crotch right through the thick fabric of his sweatpants.
"Gah!"
Rito let out a sharp, choked gasp, his entire body jerking backward against the sofa cushions.
His cock had been relatively soft, somewhat satisfied from the morning's five-round marathon with Lala and the subsequent adrenaline of the twins' arrival. But even in its flaccid state, it was a heavy, thick mass of flesh that filled Mikan's small hand completely.
She didn't just touch it. She gave it a deliberate, incredibly possessive squeeze, kneading the heavy package through the cotton.
The reaction was instantaneous.
It was as if a switch had been flipped in Rito's brain. The lingering exhaustion vanished, replaced by a surge of pure, primal electricity that shot straight from his groin to the base of his spine. Beneath Mikan's firm grip, the sleeping dragon roared to life.
Within a span of three seconds, the soft mass of flesh expanded violently. It thickened, hardened, and lengthened, surging against the constraints of his underwear and sweatpants, turning into a rigid, throbbing pillar of heat.
"M-Mikan...!" Rito groaned, his head falling back against the couch, his eyes squeezing shut.
Mikan smiled, a victorious thrill washing over her as she felt his massive arousal instantly spring to attention perfectly within her grasp. She squeezed the thick base of the throbbing shaft, her thumb rubbing firmly over the fabric where she knew the sensitive, flared and curved head was pressing.
"You really are honest, onii-chan," Mikan praised in a husky whisper.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck.
Chu.
She opened her mouth and pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his pulse point, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate stripe up the side of his throat.
Rito shuddered violently, his hands coming up to grip her hips, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of her clothes. "Aah... Mikan... wait, right here in the living room...?"
"Right here," Mikan hummed against his skin, gently biting his earlobe.
Her hand never stopped moving. She began to fondle him through his pants, stroking the rigid length of his erection with a slow, agonizingly tight friction. She cupped the heavy, low-hanging weight of his balls, massaging them through the fabric, drawing low, ragged moans from Rito's chest.
Rub... squeeze... stroke...
The sound of the fabric shifting against his hardened state filled the quiet room. Rito's hips bucked upward involuntarily, seeking more of her touch, his mind completely blanking out as the intense wave of pleasure washed over him.
"I want my payment, onii-chan," Mikan whispered directly into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "And I want it right now."
She pulled back just enough to look at his flushed, and aroused face. She let go of his crotch, grabbing his hand instead.
Rito didn't resist. He couldn't. His body was entirely at her mercy, his mind completely hijacked by the sudden, overwhelming seduction of his sister.
Mikan pulled him up from the couch. Rito stumbled to his feet, his sweatpants tented obscenely, his breathing ragged and shallow. She led him out of the living room, her hand holding his firmly, guiding her highly aroused and completely compliant Harem King up the stairs, straight toward her bedroom.
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