*Note: There is not much prominent scenes in this chapter so... there is only one. The reason is that I can't upload R-18 images. If I could do so, I'll be able to upload a lot, sorry.
However, here you have another of my favourite waifus.
Have a good day :)
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Days later…
Nana and Momo's integration into the group was so fast that, before I knew it, they had already blended in perfectly and were even initiating several conversations.
Of course, not everyone spoke about the same thing all the time—there were different conversations happening, not always with the same people. What do I mean? Simple: for example, sometimes Momo, Yui, and Momioka would talk about one subject while Haruna, Lala, and Mio talked about another; basically, smaller groups formed naturally.
As for me, I was part of the different conversations too, while Yami was different. Even though she behaved differently when we were alone, whenever there were more people around, Yami was just as expressionless as in the anime and barely spoke. Her contributions were limited to nodding, shaking her head, or occasionally adding a few words.
Instead of talking, Yami calmly ate her food while listening and staying close to me—that was always her routine.
Everything I've lived since coming to this world made me realize something truly important: in both the anime and the manga, Rito was a hopeless coward and a pretty lousy person. Why do I say this? Simple. In the manga, Momo hinted to Rito numerous times that many girls were in love with him, but he ignored it all and instead focused only on Haruna and, much later, Lala, dismissing the feelings of all the other girls.
If the story had continued, I'm absolutely certain Rito would have ended up marrying Haruna and not Lala, ruining the entire story. I have no proof, but I also have no doubt. In a sense, it would only have been a happy ending for Haruna and Rito, while for Lala and the rest it would've been the worst possible ending. That's why, in my opinion, no one should be fooled by how "fun" or "ecchi" the manga seemed, because in reality the protagonist never rose to the occasion and instead was cruel.
Honestly, I don't know what the author was thinking when writing such a story—if it can even be called a story—but it would have been better if there had only been two heroines in love with the protagonist, Lala and Haruna. At least that way it wouldn't have been as painful for the other girls. In short, the manga made no sense, and the only reason it continued at all was because of all the beautiful waifus, because Yuki Rito was, and still is, the worst protagonist anime has ever had, and I'm not exaggerating.
{Note: opinions in the comments}
Anyway, now that I've essentially replaced Rito, no one will be unhappy because I plan to accept the feelings of all the girls he never accepted and marry all of them, creating a harem of the most beautiful women in this universe.
For now, I already have Yami and Lala, but I'm sure I'll soon gain another. In fact, over the course of this week, my relationship with the sisters Momo and Nana improved significantly—and I must say, that surprised me.
In the manga, Momo was quite extroverted, so I wasn't shocked that I got along so well with her so quickly, but what surprised me was Nana's attitude toward me. Nana was naturally a tsundere—extremely tsundere—and that's how she was with everyone. But for some reason, I didn't notice her acting that way with me, unlike in the manga where she always treated Rito tsundere-style. I assumed maybe this Nana wasn't identical to her manga counterpart, but a little different.
Meanwhile, Momo's personality was exactly the same as in the manga. She was proactive and often flirted with me, probably trying to embarrass me like she did with Rito. But honestly, I don't get embarrassed when her breasts brush against my arm. Why would I be embarrassed when I have sex every day with two beautiful women? Only a beta Japanese protagonist would react that way.
Another curious thing: in my house, we didn't use Japanese honorifics, and we always called each other by first names. After all, even though in this world I have Japanese nationality, in my previous life I wasn't Japanese, and I dislike honorifics. And since Lala and the others had different customs anyway, we never considered using last names or honorifics like "-kun" or "-chan." With all due respect to the Japanese, I have to say honorifics are nonsense—or at least, that's my opinion.
But back to the point: my relationship with them wasn't the only one that progressed. My bond with Mikan also deepened, and she quickly became friends with Nana and Momo.
As for Rito… I tried to get along with him and even became his friend to show I held no grudge. But the girls didn't like Rito at all. Lala was cheerful and didn't show it on her face, but she always stayed as far away from Rito as possible. Yami outright seemed to hate him and glared whenever he came near her, or even if he brushed her arm by accident. Momo simply ignored Rito as if he didn't exist, while Nana was similar to Yami, throwing hateful looks whenever he stared at her. Of course, none of them expressed their hatred openly, out of respect for their friend Mikan.
In short, the girls truly valued Mikan but despised Rito. And honestly, I don't really understand why they hated him so much when they didn't even know him. Strange.
Akira didn't know it, but each girl had her reasons for hating Rito.
Lala didn't exactly hate him, she just didn't like him and avoided being close.
Yami hadn't had a good first impression of him, but as she kept hearing rumors about him at school, her disgust and hatred grew exponentially.
Momo also heard rumors over the week about Rito and how perverted he was, but honestly, she didn't care. She had much more important things to focus on, like trying to fall in love with Akira and ensuring her sister Nana did too. She had no time to waste worrying about someone as insignificant as Rito. She also listened to Haruna talk about him, and his cowardice only frustrated her more.
And finally, Nana. Like her sister, she also heard the rumors about Rito and hated him for that. Nana, just like Yami, despised perverts, and upon hearing how perverted Rito was, she began to hate him.
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Now that you know why the girls hated Rito, let's move on to more important matters.
As already mentioned, Nana hated perverts. But if that were true… why didn't she hate Akira? I mean, on her very first day living here, she saw him having sex with her sister—the sister she cherished most and never imagined seeing in such a situation.
The answer is simple: she just couldn't hate him, and not even she knew why. Normally, if it had been someone else, she would have hated them for being such a pervert. But since that night, Nana hadn't been able to get that image out of her head: the image of her sister riding Akira's cock while moaning in pleasure, and the size of Akira's cock appearing in her mind every now and then. Whenever it did, her face turned red and even her panties got a little wet.
She didn't know why this was happening, since she wasn't a pervert. In fact, she hated everything related to sex… at least, until that moment.
Driven by curiosity and not knowing why, the following night Nana got out of bed and went to Akira's room. She didn't know why she was doing it—she shouldn't have—but her legs carried her there unconsciously, her hands moving on their own to open his door. She didn't know what she expected to see. Would she once again see her sister moaning in pleasure? Would it be Akira's massive cock being sucked by her sister? With her heart pounding wildly, Nana opened the door just a crack, but what she saw left her stunned.
This time it wasn't Lala riding Akira—it was the infamous Konjiki no Yami, on all fours, being taken from behind while moaning like a prostitute. Nana couldn't believe her eyes. How was it possible that the girl moaning uncontrollably was the infamous cold-blooded assassin Konjiki no Yami? What kind of magic had Akira used to make Yami have sex with him? Nana didn't know, but what she did know was that watching this scene stirred sensations she never thought she had. And for the first time, she masturbated.
Nana touched herself until she climaxed, then returned to her room utterly embarrassed, disappointed in herself, and promising never to do it again. But she didn't keep that promise. Throughout the week, she did the same thing over and over. Sometimes she pleasured herself while watching her sister get fucked, other times while watching Yami.
Nana didn't know why she was doing this if she hated everything about sex. But every night that week she did the same thing: masturbated, felt ashamed of herself, and then repeated it again the next day.
She knew this had to stop—not only was it against her principles, it was also disrespectful to spy on other people's intimacy. That was their private life, and she should respect it! That's what she told herself every day, including yesterday… but she never managed to stop.
While Nana reflected seriously on her improper, perverted actions, there was another person who was secretly delighted by the situation: Momo. But… how did Momo find out about Nana's actions? Easy. The night after their talk, when she almost caught Nana masturbating, Momo decided to check if Nana would do it again. She didn't know why—maybe intuition, maybe simple curiosity—but she did, and there Nana was, masturbating, touching her pussy through her panties while watching a scene Momo couldn't see but already guessed. Surely Akira was having sex and, judging by Nana's expression, it probably wasn't Lala this time, but Yami.
Far from being disappointed in her sister, Momo was surprised, excited, and happy. Surprised because she never imagined Nana would masturbate while spying on others having sex. Excited and happy because her plan was going perfectly. While it was very possible that Nana's feelings were still just beginning to sprout, it was obvious that during this entire week, Nana had started to feel something for Akira. And it wasn't just because of this. Otherwise, Momo could have chalked up Nana's actions to simple repressed lust built up over years. No—Momo noticed it in the way Nana looked at Akira and in her behavior whenever she was near him.
Indeed, Akira wasn't the only one who noticed Nana's unusual behavior toward him—Momo noticed too.