*Note: Ok, I have no excuse, I was so lazy about upload a chapter that I didn't upload in these days. Sorry for that but I already return.
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The evening shadows stretched long and thin across the foyer of the newly purchased residence as Run stepped inside. This house had been acquired the very moment they set foot on Earth, a transaction made with the cold efficiency of galactic credits, yet it still felt like a hollow shell. To Run, who was used to the vibrant, humming atmosphere of a Devilukean palace or a high-tech Memorzian estate, this terrestrial building felt static and strangely silent.
She wasn't used to this. Back in the deeper reaches of the galaxy, daily life for someone of her status was a seamless flow of luxury. In the core star systems, biological residents rarely had to concern themselves with the mundane grit of existence. An army of specialized robotic units handled everything—from maintaining the atmospheric purity to the meticulous cleaning of every surface. High-end humanoid androids were even more common, serving as companions for those who found the complexities of organic dating too daunting.
Interestingly, despite the availability of these perfect mechanical partners, most of the galaxy still placed a premium on "flesh and blood." Because gender equality was an absolute, undisputed norm in advanced civilizations—save for a few primitive, backwater planets—men and women treated each other with mutual respect, making the pursuit of a real, biological connection the preferred choice over a pre-programmed machine.
But here on Earth, Run was facing a harsh reality check. Without her legion of servants, she was discovering that even the simplest tasks required effort. She and Ren were beginning to understand the true weight of the labor performed by the maids and butlers they had once taken for granted. Every dish, every laundry load, and every meal was now a personal responsibility.
Run walked straight to her room, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. She didn't check to see if Ren had heard her; her mind was a whirlwind of the day's events. She took a long, hot bath to wash away the tension of the separation and slipped into her silk pajamas. By the time she ventured downstairs to the kitchen to scrounge for some dinner, she found Ren already there, bathed in the flickering blue light of the television.
They stood in silence for a long moment, simply staring at one another. For the first time in their lives, they were looking at each other from across a room rather than through a mirror.
"This feels strange to me," Ren said, his voice sounding hollow in the living room.
"Yes, we've never been in the same place at the same time... it's weird being two completely different people now," Run replied, nodding as she leaned against the doorframe.
The weight of their shared history—technically two souls in one body that swapped gender with a single sneeze—was a heavy ghost between them. Seeing each other as independent beings was a psychological hurdle they weren't quite prepared for.
"Are you finally going to tell me what happened and how this came to be? I couldn't even ask before that blonde girl kicked me out of that idiot Akira's house," Ren demanded, his eyes flashing with the familiar resentment he held for his rival. He had been stewing in his own anger for hours, waiting for Run to return so he could get answers.
"They kicked you out because men other than Akira aren't allowed in that house; you shouldn't have entered," Run explained coolly, her voice lacking the softness she usually reserved for her brother.
"I didn't enter, you did! Besides! How was I supposed to know we'd separate today? If I'd known all this, I would have run away," Ren snapped, gesturing wildly. The memory of being physically tossed out of the house like common trash still stung his pride more than the actual bruises.
Run couldn't help but let out a small, mischievous giggle. "Hehe, just kidding. It was Akira. Akira found a method to separate our bodies ahead of schedule."
Ren froze, his jaw dropping in disbelief. "Are you telling me a human, an inferior lifeform from an underdeveloped planet, achieved what even the renowned scientists of the galaxy couldn't?"
"Yes," Run nodded simply, a spark of admiration for Akira shining in her eyes.
"How?" Ren asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"That's part of his secrets, and as his girlfriend, I can't reveal anything about what happened. Besides, it's better if we keep it a secret for now," Run said, her tone final.
The word "girlfriend" hit Ren like a physical blow. He dropped the television remote, the plastic clattering against the floor, and jumped to his feet. "G-Girlfriend?! You really did it?!"
"That's right," Run said, a confident smile spreading across her face. "Honestly, I thought it would be harder, but... all the princesses, except for Princess Nana, helped me. I have to say I was wrong about them; they literally helped me achieve something that would have taken months or even years."
"I can't believe you've become his girlfriend knowing he's my worst enemy!" Ren bellowed, his face turning a shade of red that matched his hair.
Run sighed, unimpressed by his outburst. "Mmm, but you already knew what I came to Earth for in the first place." She had been clear from the start: she was here to become Akira's concubine. Ren's personal vendettas were his own problem.
"But I thought you'd side with your brother!" Ren cried out, feeling a profound sense of betrayal. They had been inseparable since the day they were conceived; he couldn't fathom her turning her back on him for the man he hated most.
"Should I deprive myself of what makes me happy just because my brother is angry at him for stealing a girl who wasn't even his to begin with?" Run asked, her voice dripping with a newfound sarcasm that bit deep.
Ren recoiled as if he'd been slapped. "You...! Since when did you become so bold?"
"This is how I've always been, but sharing a body with you meant I had to repress certain parts of my character, or you might not have let me out," Run admitted. In the reality of their existence, where they could control their sneezes, the dominant personality could effectively cage the other. They had always gotten along, but Run had always kept a part of herself hidden to maintain the peace.
Ren looked at her as if she were a stranger. "So that's it? You'll date him even though he's my enemy?"
"Obviously, yes. Besides, now that I know the princesses better, I can tell you that your chance of getting Lala is zero; the odds are negative. It's better for you to give up now instead of making a fool of yourself," Run said, leaning down to pick up the remote he had dropped. She sat on the sofa and began flipping through the channels, dismissing him entirely.
"You can't know that!" Ren shouted, though his voice lacked conviction.
"I do know. It only took me one afternoon to see the profound love they share. You only think that way because you don't really know how much they love each other; otherwise, you wouldn't even try," Run said without looking away from the screen.
Defeated and fuming, Ren stomped off to his room without another word. Run watched him go, a secret thought crossing her mind. Should I tell him I'm moving into Akira's house in a few days? No, I'll wait until tomorrow.
The decision had already been made by the girls during their afternoon tea, without even consulting Akira. In one week, Run would move in. She only delayed it out of a small shred of sibling loyalty, wanting to find the right moment to break the news to Ren before she left him to his own devices.
The following day, any hope for a quiet school morning evaporated the moment Run stepped into the classroom. With her striking features and the same vibrant hair color as Ren, she was an instant sensation. The boys in the class were immediately enthralled, flocking to her with the hope of a romance, or at least a friendship with the new beauty.
But their hopes were crushed with brutal efficiency. Without sparing them a second glance, Run marched straight to Akira. In front of the entire class, she declared that she had absolutely no interest in any boy who wasn't Akira Sato.
The classroom erupted in a silent, burning rage among the male students. How could the "gloomy" Akira suddenly be the center of the universe for the most beautiful girls in school? Jealousy poisoned the air. This resentment quickly coalesced into the "Anti-Akira Alliance"—a desperate union of every boy in school (except Rito) dedicated to prying the girls away from Akira. They didn't realize their alliance was doomed before it even began.
Unaware of the pathetic schemes being hatched around them, Run was seamlessly integrated into Akira's group. Momioka and Mio poked and prodded with their usual questions, but soon things settled into a new normal.
Haruna, however, was the one dealing with the most internal change. She had felt a spark of jealousy at first, but she realized that the more she dated Akira, the less she cared about his growing harem. The fire of her possessiveness was being tempered by the genuine happiness she felt by his side. She accepted Run quickly, and the group found a strange, peaceful harmony.
Yet, as the girls chatted about homework and the future, Haruna appeared distracted. Her mind was occupied by the looming shadow of the weekend. Saturday was her date with Akira—the date where they were expected to take the ultimate step: sex.
Haruna, naturally timid and traditional, was a nervous wreck. She had spent hours on her laptop, falling into the dark rabbit hole of internet forums. Everything she read suggested that the "first time" was painful, especially depending on the "size" of the partner. And thanks to Momo's lack of boundaries, Haruna knew that Akira was... significant.
Momo had been more than happy to share the details that Momioka or Mio were too polite to ask. She had described Akira as an expert, a man of tireless stamina and incredible skill.
Will he destroy me? Haruna wondered, her face burning with a heat that made her dizzy. Momo had assured her that Akira was gentle with beginners, only becoming "wild" once the girl was ready, but the thought of his legendary endurance still terrified her.
Despite the fear, despite the anxiety that had been building since Thursday, Haruna's heart was set. She wouldn't ask him to wait. She knew Akira was the one—her soulmate, her future. She wanted to give him her most precious gift, her innocence, as the ultimate proof of the love she bore for him.