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That said, I called Lala and explained the situation to her. Apparently, she had already noticed and was also planning to call me, but forgot. However, she told me it was better if I stayed there since the rain didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon and… Ehem, she also said it was a good opportunity to deepen my relationship with her sisters. Did she really see through me?
I don't know if it's intuition or if I'm just terrible at hiding my intentions, but I get the feeling Lala already knows I'm interested in her sisters. Instead of pushing me away from them, she's encouraging me to grow closer to them. Isn't my future wife wonderful? As for Yami… she'd probably say something like, "I'm just a concubine and I have no right to give my opinion on that matter." At least, that's what she said when I mentioned I intended to have a much larger harem.
I don't know why, but apparently concubines don't have the right to intervene in their husband's decisions. Could it be that all the races in the galaxy are patriarchal? Lala answered that clearly: No, there are no patriarchal societies in the galaxy. Men and women are treated equally, but it's different when it comes to marriage among nobles and the royal family. In that regard, things change a little.
In such cases, only the primary wife had the right to influence her husband's decisions, while the rest of the wives were directed by the primary wife. Still, they enjoyed exquisite treatment. Concubines, however, were different. They had no right to question any of their husband's decisions, and their position was inferior to that of the main wives. Even so, they enjoyed a life very similar to that of the primary wives, except that they couldn't oppose their husband or his first wife's orders, and they had to treat the rest of the wives with the utmost respect. In other words, concubines basically couldn't complain or question their husband's decisions, but in exchange, they lived a life full of luxury.
As for ordinary people… Lala said it wasn't much different from normal couples on Earth, only in certain aspects that weren't worth mentioning for now.
The fact was that Yami had embraced her role as concubine far too quickly and never questioned any of my decisions or requests. For example, if I asked something like, "Can you help me cook?" she would help immediately without hesitation. Of course, those were requests, not orders, but Yami's actions made it seem like I was commanding her.
Fortunately, little by little we were changing her mindset, and now she even gave her opinions—something she never used to do. It was a significant improvement, believe it or not.
Back to the point: the three of us stayed alone.
"Lala said it's better if we stay here, so… it'll just be the three of us all day," I said.
"Then I'll go watch TV! Let's see if there's an interesting program on!" Nana said cheerfully.
"Nana. Shouldn't we ask Akira first if he needs us to help with any housework? After all, we're guests here," Momo scolded her.
Nana's smile disappeared.
"Don't worry, there's nothing to do at the moment. I think it's better if the three of us sit down and enjoy some television until lunchtime," I said.
The house was already clean and we had eaten breakfast, so there wasn't much else to do aside from watching TV or playing video games. But since Nana wanted to watch TV… that's what we should do.
"Perfect!" Nana said.
Then, without waiting for Momo's words, Nana jumped onto the sofa, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV.
"This girl…" Momo sighed.
Why was Nana behaving so rudely since she arrived at Akira's house? Momo couldn't believe the surprising transformation Nana had undergone in just a week, although… could it be because of what we all already know? Maybe watching him having sex gave her more confidence… is that possible? Not even the author himself knows if that's true or just a silly excuse for Nana's current behavior.
Anyway, after that, Momo urged Akira to sit down too, and right after, she sat to his right, so Akira found himself sitting between the two sisters.
"Um… why am I in the middle?" I asked.
I couldn't help but ask, though it wasn't a complaint, just curiosity.
"Is there a problem?" Momo said with a mischievous smile.
"No…" I shook my head.
I didn't even know why I asked such a silly question, so I didn't know what to reply.
"Since you so kindly let us live in your house, it's only fair that you take the best seat. Or do you not like sitting on the couch with two beautiful girls at your side?" Momo said with a smile.
And as she said this, Momo leaned forward, revealing her deep cleavage. She had chosen an outfit that left a lot of it exposed. Damn, I could even see her nipples! Why wasn't this woman wearing a bra?! Was she provoking me on purpose?
For a moment, I couldn't take my eyes off her chest. Even though Momo's breasts were at most a C-cup, they were beautiful, and her nipples were so pink they begged to be sucked.
"I'll take your silence as proof that you don't mind," Momo said.
Then she returned to her original position.
After Momo's obvious flirting, we began watching TV, specifically a gossip program, but I didn't pay any attention to it. Why? Simple—mainly for two reasons. First, as time passed, Momo pressed closer to me until our shoulders finally touched. Did she really think I wouldn't notice? And second, the way Nana was sitting.
How was she sitting? Not in a normal way. Nana was sitting so her feet brushed against my leg, and I could clearly see her panties—which, by the way, were blue with white stripes.
The strangest part was that Nana seemed to realize I had looked at her several times and didn't flinch. In fact, she blushed slightly and then kept watching her program.
Over this past week, I realized something: Nana's behavior is nothing like in the manga—at least around me. Why? In the manga, Nana was the ultimate tsundere, and no matter who she dealt with, she always acted like one. But with me, it was different. For some reason, since the day after her arrival, Nana didn't behave like the tsundere she was, but rather like a shy girl. Her behavior toward me was the opposite of how she acted with others.
As long as she wasn't dealing with me or Lala, Nana behaved exactly like her manga counterpart. Which leads me to ask: why does Nana treat me this way? Not that I'm complaining—I like this side of her too—but… I can't find a reasonable explanation for her behavior. I don't believe she could fall for me in just one day. Right?
That said, the atmosphere was becoming more… tense? But not for the reasons you might think. It was because Momo was making gestures clearly intended to grab my attention, like leaning toward me to ask silly questions, letting me see her breasts, or even speaking in a coquettish tone every time we talked. Damn it, this girl was provoking me on purpose!
As for Nana, she was also making gestures that I hope were unintentional, or else I'd think this wasn't Nana. From time to time, she curled her feet back, revealing her panties, while at other times, she simply rested her small feet on my leg.
This situation was getting out of control! What was wrong with these girls?! Momo's behavior I could understand since it was the same as in the manga, but Nana's was completely different from her counterpart! What was happening here?!
Soon, I started feeling a bit overheated from all their provocations, so in the end, I couldn't help but get an erection.
"Ehem, I think it's time to start cooking!" I exclaimed.
"It's still a bit early. Shouldn't we wait a little longer?" Momo asked.
It seemed her provocations had worked.
"Today I'm going to prepare a slightly more difficult dish, and I'll need plenty of time to get it right," I replied.
"Do you need help?" Momo asked.
"No! I mean, it'll take me a long time to make this dish, and I'm still not very good at it, so it's better if I do it alone—at least the first time. You two just enjoy the TV while I cook," I said.
Without waiting for an answer, I went to prepare a complicated meal. What meal? No idea! It was just an excuse not to keep enduring their provocations, or I'd go crazy and end up doing something I'd regret.
While watching Akira leave to cook, Momo smiled and leaned toward Nana.
"Thanks for cooperating," she said.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Nana said, blushing slightly.
"You don't? Since when do you let a boy see your panties, or since when do you rest your feet on someone's leg? Don't play dumb," Momo said.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I was just sitting, and he happened to see my panties by accident. It's not a big deal—they're just panties," Nana said, embarrassed.
"Do you really think I'll believe you don't care if a boy sees your panties? Well, now that I think about it, maybe it's your reward for spying on him every night this past week," Momo smiled.
Hearing that, Nana's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She quickly sat up straight and covered Momo's lips, hoping Akira hadn't heard anything.
Luckily, he hadn't, which made Nana sigh in relief.
"Uff… you've been spying on me, pervert?" Nana asked with a mix of anger and shame.
"You're calling me a pervert? You're the pervert who spent six nights spying on two people having sex while you masturbated for hours," Momo said.
"I…" Nana tried to say.
But the words didn't come out. What could she say? It was true—she was a pervert who masturbated watching Akira have sex with her sister and Yami. What excuse could she possibly make?
"Relax, I'm not going to scold you or anything. In fact, I'm happy," Momo said.
Nana was surprised.
"Why would you be happy?" Nana asked, still embarrassed.
"Because it seems like you're starting to like Akira," Momo said.
"N-no, don't say nonsense, that's impossible!" Nana denied.
But the sound didn't go unnoticed by Akira.
"Is something wrong?" Akira asked, confused.
"No, it's just that they said something outrageous on TV and I couldn't help but shout!" Nana said quickly.