*Note: Ok, first of all we have to discuss about something very importante, the lolis. In future chapters there will be 2 lolis in Akira's harem, I won't tell who are them but there will be two. Here is the kew question. Do you want Akira to have sex with them? Do you want chapters +18 with them? Please, give me your opinion because I need it to know for future chapters. I didn't mind to do because, after all, they're fictional characters but I want to know your opinion. This is very importante, comment know or don't complain in the future because of my decision, thanks.
By the way, is the first time I make Nana and Momo in the same picture! See the picture in the comments, althought I would wait until the end to understand it. Moreover there is an extra picture today. The picture will show the beggining of the chapter, literally.
Have a good day :)
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The hours passed and it was already the middle of the night. Yami lay in her bed, naked (that was how she liked to sleep), fast asleep and smiling faintly at whatever dream she was having.
Meanwhile, Nana and Momo were still awake, struggling to fall asleep. Normally, sleeping away from home wasn't a problem for them. They were used to resting in their spaceship, cramped though it was, or in luxury hotels on nearby planets where they were always treated like royalty, or in their palace rooms back home.
But tonight, in their portable rooms, sleep refused to come. It wasn't just because they weren't in their usual beds; their minds were restless, full of everything that had happened that day.
They had landed on Earth, found Akira almost immediately, reunited with their sister, and then listened to Lala explain everything that had happened since she arrived on this planet. The story shocked them both.
Since coming to Earth, Lala's life had been comfortable, yes, but also filled with danger. After Akira became her fiancé and the heir to their father's throne, he had been relentlessly targeted by assassins. And yet, against all odds, Akira had overcome every single trial. Both Momo and Nana were certain that none of the nobles who had ever proposed marriage to them or their sister would have lasted even a minute in Akira's shoes. The fact that he had not only survived but triumphed changed their view of him.
And then there was Yami—Konjiki no Yami, the cold-blooded assassin without feelings—who was now his fiancée. They had seen with their own eyes that she hadn't been forced into it; the fleeting glances Yami cast at Akira during the conversation spoke volumes. Those weren't the eyes of someone trapped. They were the eyes of a girl in love.
Momo's opinion shifted drastically after witnessing it. Akira was clearly a far better choice than any noble, and she accepted him quickly. In fact, she was already plotting ways to make both herself and Nana fall for him too. After all, Akira was the most qualified man to be their husband—more qualified than anyone else who had ever approached them. The fact that Akira openly accepted a harem made things much easier. She wouldn't need to convince him otherwise, and she was grateful for that.
Love could blossom with time, she was sure. As long as they stayed in this house and got to know Akira better, feelings would naturally grow. It was just a matter of patience.
Nana's thoughts, however, were far more conflicted.
At first, when she learned her beloved sister had taken a fiancé, she was furious. She wanted to drag Lala back with her immediately. The idea that, of all people, she had chosen an Earthling, was incomprehensible. Yet after meeting Akira, her opinion shifted.
He had been nothing but kind and honest to her sister, protecting her from every danger, and most importantly, making her happy. Lala had never lost her radiant smile or her boundless joy; in fact, she seemed even happier now. That alone softened Nana's heart.
Akira's own story was far from cheerful. He had lost his family young and had lived alone ever since. Until Lala arrived, he had no one—not family, not friends. Nothing. Whereas she, despite lacking true friends due to her status, had always been surrounded by family and comfort.
His past moved her, but what moved her most was the undeniable happiness he gave her sister. Even someone as stubborn as Nana couldn't separate two people who clearly loved each other so much. But then, what should she do? She knew Akira would never deny her the chance to stay by her sister's side. And yet… something felt wrong. Something was missing. She just couldn't name it.
"Haa… I'll go to the bathroom and try to sleep again. Tomorrow I'll think it over more carefully," Nana sighed.
She couldn't figure out what was gnawing at her, so the best option was rest. Maybe the answer would come after a good night's sleep.
Getting out of her large, comfortable bed, she opened the door of her dimensional room and made her way quietly to the bathroom. After finishing, she headed back toward her room—until a strange cry stopped her in her tracks. It was coming from Akira's room.
Alarm bells rang in her head. Could an assassin have slipped in through the window? Heart pounding, Nana crept toward his door. She wanted to check before alerting anyone, otherwise she'd look like a complete fool if it was nothing.
Slowly, carefully, she approached the slightly ajar door. She peeked through the gap—
And froze as though struck by lightning.
Her brain locked up, unable to process what her eyes were seeing.
What was it?
We all know. She saw her sister Lala and Akira… having sex.
Akira lay on his back while Lala rode him, moaning with pleasure. On her face was an expression Nana had never seen before, one of pure bliss.
"I can't believe my sister is doing this…" she whispered, stunned.
Lala's body moved joyfully on Akira's, her moans filling the room. Nana wanted to look away. She told herself it was wrong to watch, that she was intruding on something private. But her eyes refused to obey. She was glued to the sight, a scene she had never imagined witnessing in her life.
"So this… is sex?" she thought.
Unlike Lala, Nana had received sex education. She knew what it was, in theory. But she had never seen it in reality—not even in videos. That made it impossible to look away now.
Without realizing it, her hand slid downward. Her panties were already damp, her cheeks flushed, her breathing uneven. She was about to touch herself when—
A hand landed on her shoulder.
Nana nearly screamed, but the person covered her mouth before she could make a sound.
"Relax. It's me. Don't panic," a whisper came.
It was Momo.
{Note: they're whispering.}
"Momo… what are you doing here?" Nana asked, wide-eyed.
"I should be asking you the same thing. Were you about to masturbate while watching our sister have sex with her fiancé?" Momo teased.
Mortified, Nana couldn't answer. She wanted the ground to swallow her whole.
"I…" she tried.
But what could she say? Momo had caught her red-handed. If she hadn't touched herself, maybe she could have made an excuse. But now, there was no excuse.
"Don't worry. I get it. It must be shocking for someone like you to see this for the first time," Momo said softly.
"What do you mean, 'someone like me'?" Nana whispered back.
"You're too innocent, that's what I mean," Momo replied bluntly.
Nana bristled, but before she could retort—
"Ahhn!" Lala moaned loudly.
The sound silenced them both.
"It's unbelievable… our sister is actually having sex," Nana whispered again.
Her arousal hadn't vanished, but she couldn't let Momo notice.
"This is normal between a couple. Sex is the most natural thing in the world," Momo said matter-of-factly.
She was surprised too, of course. But in the end, sex between lovers was just that: normal.
"You know that's not what I meant…" Nana muttered.
"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Still… I guess Peke and Akira must have explained it to her somehow, and this is where it led," Momo shrugged.
"You don't think… Akira forced her?" Nana asked hesitantly.
"Are you stupid? If that were the case, Peke would've reported it to Father immediately. Besides, Akira isn't that kind of guy. Didn't you figure that out from our talk earlier?" Momo said firmly, frowning.
"…Yeah. Sorry. I didn't really believe it myself," Nana admitted.
After all, the love and happiness shining in Lala's eyes whenever she spoke of Akira wasn't fake. It was genuine.
"It's fine. It's natural you'd consider the possibility, knowing how naïve our sister can be," Momo replied.
They both fell silent again as the scene before them reached its peak. Akira climaxed, filling Lala, and now she was cleaning him off with unashamed tenderness. Both sisters got an unfiltered look at Akira's size.
"T-that's…" Nana whispered, blushing furiously.
"Big…" Momo murmured, equally stunned.
It wasn't monstrous, but it was big enough to make them wonder how Lala could take it inside her so eagerly.
"…Ehem. Nana, let's stop spying and leave them to their intimacy," Momo said abruptly.
Truth was, she was starting to feel aroused herself.
"Fine…" Nana agreed reluctantly.
Together, they turned away, leaving the couple alone.
"Nana, come to my room. There's something I need to tell you," Momo said suddenly.
"Eh? It's late and I'm tired. Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Nana grumbled. She'd had enough shocks for one day.
"It'll only take a few minutes. And it's important," Momo insisted.
Seeing the serious look in her sister's eyes, Nana gave in.
"Alright. But make it quick—I'm exhausted," she said.
"We'll be done before you know it. I promise," Momo smiled mysteriously.
Nana had the nagging feeling Momo was plotting something, but this wasn't the first time her sister acted cryptic. Too drained to argue, she nodded and followed Momo back to her room.