Chapter 90 – The Yukinoshita Sisters' Night Raid (Patreon)

"Nutrition Express, will you be my husband?"

The girl's soft, sticky yet boldly daring confession rang out through the speakers from the computer.

Shizuka, who had been in the middle of feeding Kouma a little snack, instantly went on high alert. Make Kouma her husband? Were young girls these days really this reckless and brazen? Just from playing a game together, and they were already coveting someone's body?!

"Kouma-kun, the internet is a treacherous place! Especially in games—there are tons of scammers out there!"

Hiratsuka immediately turned toward Kouma and spoke with the gravest, most earnest tone.

"Don't worry, Hiratsuka-sensei. I'll be careful."

Kouma replied. Then he turned and looked at the desktop microphone on the table.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, this microphone works, right...?"

"No. It's broken."

Hiratsuka, without batting an eye, unplugged the microphone cable.

"Oh... is that so..."

Kouma shot a rather helpless glance at the "Microphone Disconnected" notification that had popped up in the bottom-right corner of the screen. He decided not to expose Hiratsuka and simply typed a reply to Ako Tamaki.

"But big sister... I'm only eight years old. I can't get married yet."

...

At that moment, sitting before her own computer, Ako Tamaki saw the reply in the party chat and froze solid.

"E-eight...?"

She abruptly sat upright, her figure—far fuller than the average high school girl's—fully displayed.

Barefoot, Ako padded across the floor and out of her room toward the kitchen, where a woman who looked nearly identical to her—but whose figure and aura radiated full maturity—was busily working.

"Mom, can I marry an eight-year-old little boy?"

In the kitchen, Ako's mother looked up, an expression of utter shock and bafflement on a face identical to her daughter's.

"What on earth are you talking about? Are games not enough for you anymore—are you trying to commit actual crimes now?!"

Ako puffed out her cheeks in a pout and returned to her room. She stared at the screen, watching the warrior's stylish footwork and razor-sharp precision.

This didn't look like the skill level of some eight-year-old little kid, and besides, over the past few days, he'd been so gentle and helpful. An eight-year-old would only know how to run around being noisy, right? So this Nutrition Express had to be a kind, handsome guy!

"I don't believe you. You've gotta be older than eight."

The girl's soft, sticky voice once again transmitted through the mic to Kouma's end. Hiratsuka felt a headache coming on. She should've just let Kouma use the microphone to reply to her.

Soon, the girl's murmured ramblings continued streaming through the computer speakers. The dungeon boss battle had abruptly transformed into a confession scene. It even seemed to be on the verge of escalating toward an actual offline meetup.

"AAAAARGH! Can you two just play the damn game properly?! If we don't clear this boss, then this world has no reason to exist anymore!"

The shut-in fallen angel's dark, brooding voice rang out in complaint. Kouma's eyes flickered slightly at her words. If he remembered correctly, this shut-in angel really did possess a horn that could destroy the world.

For people who lived and breathed gaming, losing really could drive them to do something irrational. To prevent the world from being annihilated, Kouma simply agreed to Ako Tamaki's proposal—in the game, of course. Only then did Ako finally settle down, and then, through Kouma's transcendent, godlike performance, they barely managed to clear the dungeon.

"Whew... this game really is dangerous."

Kouma leaned back in his chair and let out a relieved breath. Hiratsuka nodded in deep agreement. This game was far too dangerous. One moment of carelessness and Kouma could get spirited away by some woman in there. It seemed she'd have to stay extra vigilant from now on.

"Kouma-kun, tomorrow's Saturday..."

Hiratsuka's beautiful eyes shifted. She had been about to suggest taking Kouma to an amusement park tomorrow since it was a day off, but then she suddenly remembered—she had already made plans with Yuigahama-san two days ago. Tomorrow, she was supposed to go to her house and learn ramen-making skills.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, what about tomorrow, Saturday?"

Meeting Kouma's curious gaze, Hiratsuka shook her head with a pang of regret.

"Nothing... never mind."

Right now, the most important thing was to quickly learn how to make ramen. That way, when the time came, she could make noodles for Kouma to eat. After polishing off the last of the snacks in Hiratsuka's office, Kouma finally took his leave.

Just as he was about to head back to the Service Club, he suddenly received a message from Eriri.

"There's a doujinshi convention tomorrow. Mom and I are going to sell our doujinshi together. Do you want to come along? Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine too—it's just that my mom's been really missing you lately..."

As he read these two messages sent one after the other, the image of that blonde twin-tailed girl surfaced in his mind—head lowered, face blushing, her words betraying her true feelings. To be honest, Kouma was fairly interested in a convention. All the more so when it was the Sawamura mother-daughter duo inviting him together.

"Sure, I'll come."

The moment Kouma's reply was sent, it instantly flipped to "Read." And in the very next second, Eriri fired back a response.

"Tomorrow might be... a bit early. Do you maybe want to come sleep over at our place tonight...?"

...

The Sawamura residence.

Eriri clutched her phone nervously, her lovely face thoroughly crimson, her heart thumping wildly. In truth, their booth at the convention wasn't scheduled to open for sales until the afternoon—the word "early" couldn't have been less relevant, but her mother, beside her, had kept insisting she send that message.

Steeling herself, Eriri had just gone ahead and sent it, and besides—the thought that Kouma might come over and stay the night... an involuntary wave of anticipation welled up in her heart.

Ding-dong~ The message notification chimed. Beside her, Sayuri Sawamura instantly leaned in close.

"So?! What did he say?! Did Kouma-kun agree?!"

With a trembling heart and trembling hands, Eriri unlocked her phone.

"Sorry, I have to sleep at home tonight."

Mother and daughter both deflated with disappointment in perfect unison.

"Then tell Kouma-kun to come early tomorrow morning!"

Sayuri immediately switched tactics. Nighttime was a no-go—then morning it was! They'd still have half the day, at least.

Eriri sent the message, and instantly received Kouma's agreement in return. A joyful smile bloomed on Sayuri's lovely face.

"It looks like that outfit I've had ready for so long will finally see some use..."

The mature woman murmured softly to herself before retreating to her own room to begin carefully selecting her attire. Eriri watched her mother's mature, graceful figure disappear, a complicated glimmer flickering in her sapphire-blue eyes.

Ever since the school festival, when she had witnessed Kouma surrounded by several beautiful women whose looks were in no way inferior to her and her mother's, a silent, unspoken understanding had gradually formed between her and Sayuri.

Mother and daughter, united in heart—their combined strength could sever any... Over the past few days, her mother had stopped pretending in front of her. She constantly murmured about Kouma, probing Eriri's thoughts in all sorts of ways. There had even been several times when Eriri had gotten up in the middle of the night, passed by her mother's room, and clearly heard her moaning Kouma's name...

Eriri felt that her mother wanted to drag what they had both long silently understood into the open light. It was almost as though, since they couldn't cut it off and sorting it out only made it more tangled, they might as well just tangle themselves up in it completely.

Eriri had a vague premonition of the kinds of things her mother might do tomorrow. If this were before, Eriri's first instinct would have been to avoid it if possible, but after several intimate encounters with the little boy, she was already far past the point of being able to pull away. Now, her first thought was: "I wonder if I'll even get a turn..."

Eriri looked down at her own feet, clad in white stockings, and pressed them together with practiced nimbleness. Unlike last time—she was no longer clumsy now.

...

That night.

Kouma and Yukino returned home.

The moment they stepped through the door, a tall figure came clattering over at full speed and swept Kouma up into a tight embrace.

"Kouma-kun, you're finally back! Your big sister missed you to death!"

Haruno held Kouma in her arms, rubbing her fair, jade-smooth cheek against his, greedily drinking in the little boy's scent.

"Kouma-kun, starting today, I'm living at home!"

Haruno announced with triumphant excitement.

Standing off to the side, Yukino cast a cool glance at her. "Tomorrow's the weekend. You always stay at home on weekends as it is."

Haruno wagged a slender finger with a smug, superior air. "That's not all, little Yukino. I've already completely sorted out the off-campus residency paperwork with my university. Not just weekends—from now on, I'll be living at home permanently!"

With that, she looked down at the little boy, her beautiful eyes blooming with boundless allure. "So from now on, Kouma-kun can sleep together with me! Mm... to help me adjust to my room's bed as soon as possible, Kouma-kun should sleep in my room tonight!"

Yukino's face instantly shifted. Did that mean Kouma wouldn't be staying overnight in her room every night anymore?! And just yesterday, she had only just begun to experience even more...

"Absolutely not! At the very least, Kouma-kun spends tonight in my room!"

"Little Yukino can't be too greedy, you know. Before this, Kouma-kun was staying in your room every single night."

"Haruno-nee-san doesn't need to be in such a rush either. After all, there's still plenty of time ahead."

When it came to matters concerning Kouma, Yukino now refused to give an inch.

Haruno studied her little sister and narrowed her eyes. "This girl... could it be that she's already..."

Just then, Kouma weakly raised his hand.

"How about I just sleep in my own room tonight...?"

Come to think of it, ever since that first day he'd arrived at the Yukinoshita household, he had never once slept in his own room. He'd almost forgotten what it even looked like.

Both sisters paused at this.

Haruno's eyes rippled, a subtle gleam sparkling within them. "Then Kouma-kun can sleep in his own room tonight."

"I have no objections either."

Yukino's cool, clear eyes flickered faintly as she nodded.

"If Kouma-kun can't come to me, I can simply go to him."

Both sisters silently thought the exact same thing.

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