Soon, the rest of the Nakano sisters found out that Makoto was staying over again.
None of them objected—in fact, Miku and Yotsuba thought it was great.
He'd stayed over last night too, and not only did nothing awkward happen, they hadn't felt inconvenienced in the slightest.
On the contrary, Makoto had helped Miku break through her mental block with just a few words, then teamed up with Yotsuba for some chaotic gaming.
It had been a whole new kind of experience.
So this was what it felt like to be looked after by a guy (and game together).
Not bad!
Of course, Miku didn't realize she'd already had one awkward encounter—right before she woke up in the wrong room, Nino had thoughtfully carried her back to her bed.
At 6:30 PM, the five Nakano sisters sat side by side in the living room. The visual impact was immense.
Five identical faces—but with completely different styles and vibes.
Even Makoto felt a bit dazzled.
"So, Makoto-kun, what's the big idea calling us all here?" Ichika asked lazily, wearing nothing but a thin blouse.
She stretched her arms, the shirt doing little to hide her curves. Not to mention, given what had happened earlier, the look in her eyes was pure seduction.
Makoto pulled out his phone and said rather formally, "I'd like to take a group photo of you."
"A group photo? Why?" All five looked confused.
"You can call it: 'The expressions of five sisters just before learning they'll be tutored.'"
The girls all went silent in unison.
Then the other four sisters instantly turned their heads to look at Ichika, trying to hold back laughter.
Ichika groaned. "Okay, I know I don't like studying, but do you all have to look at me like I'm some kind of monkey?"
Nino crossed her arms confidently. "I'm really looking forward to how you'll look in the picture."
"So are we," the other three chimed in.
Ichika rolled her eyes.
Want to laugh at me, huh? Don't forget, I'm a professional actress.
Under Makoto's direction, the five sisters sat side by side, their beautiful eyes all gazing into the camera.
A group photo was taken.
"Let me see Ichika's face," Yotsuba was the first to crowd around.
Then the others followed.
Ichika sat confidently, as if everything was under control.
But when Makoto showed them the photo, Yotsuba exclaimed, "Look at Ichika's smile—doesn't it look just like when she's messing with us?"
"Honestly, yeah, it does."
"Fake smile girl Ichika? Hilarious."
"…"
Ichika lost her composure.
She had overlooked one detail.
The five of them had grown up together and lived together for years. They knew each other's bodies and habits very well.
That smile might fool outsiders—but not her sisters.
As the girls got more excited, Makoto stepped in to change the topic.
"Ladies, I think it's time to start thinking seriously about how you're going to perform on the test."
"Test?"
They all blinked in confusion.
Makoto explained, "Since you've decided to start tutoring sessions, I need to figure out your current level. A simple written test will be the best way."
The girls stopped laughing and started thinking.
If the tutoring had been forced on them, they might not have cared about the results.
But this time, it was their own decision.
No one wants to be the worst when they ask for help. Comparison was the real embarrassment.
As the girls drifted apart into their own thoughts, Makoto sat beside the still-giggling Ichika and warned,
"You can laugh now, but if you score the lowest, don't blame me when your sisters gang up on you."
Ichika smiled sweetly. "Even though I hated it when Yukinoshita tried to explain stuff to me, I can't deny that she's really good at it. I actually remembered quite a bit."
Makoto said, "So that's your secret weapon?"
"Exactly~"
At 8 o'clock, the girls started taking turns showering. Ichika took the chance to drag Makoto into the bedroom.
The moment the door closed, she pounced on him, curling up like a kitten in his arms.
"Looks like you've been holding it in," Makoto teased.
Ichika pressed her cheek against his chest affectionately and said happily,
"So you noticed? And yet you were still playing games with Yotsuba… when clearly I have greater needs."
Makoto: "Clarify those needs."
Ichika froze for a moment, then pouted at him. "No way. I haven't fully recovered yet."
"I don't remember mentioning that kind of need, though?"
"Makoto-kun, you're such a perv~"
Ichika blushed and giggled.
She really hadn't fully recovered yet. But if he really wanted to… she had her ways.
After all, she was quite generously endowed.
Shifting into a more comfortable position in his arms, she casually said, "Kasumigaoka-senpai came today because of you."
Makoto looked down at her without replying.
At first, she didn't notice and kept going.
"Senpai's really pretty, right? Especially since you're a leg guy. She's so tall, and pairing that with black stockings? Bet she really caught your eye…"
Midway through, she realized he hadn't said a word and looked up to meet his gaze. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Makoto asked in a strange tone, "Did you forget that all this happened hours ago?"
Ichika blinked, then smiled slyly. "Are you trying to remind me that spending time with me now is more precious, so I shouldn't dwell on the past?"
"Smart girl."
"Hehe, I do like hearing that, but I'm not so easy to fool, you know."
Ichika lay lazily in his arms and deliberately asked, "Do you really like black stockings?"
Makoto replied sincerely, "Strictly speaking, I like it whenever a girl with nice legs like you wears any kind of stockings."
Ichika let out a soft "mm" with a blush on her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes gleamed, clearly scheming something.
Suddenly, she sat up.
Under Makoto's confused gaze, she shifted her position, leaning back against the headboard and placing her fair, slender legs—bare beneath her shorts—into his lap.
With a bright and heated gaze, she said, "I made sure to wash really clean just now. I may not be wearing stockings, but this should still be fun~"
Tch!
And she calls me pervy? That's definitely the pervy one here!
Makoto didn't hold back. He dove right in without hesitation.
"No going any higher," she warned, flashing him a seductive smile.
She was practically inviting him—how unreasonable!
Makoto held her smooth, soft foot and said, "This still doesn't feel quite right."
"What do you mean?" Ichika didn't quite get it.
Makoto moved closer to her. The distance between them shrank instantly, and his hand "naturally" moved from her foot to her thigh.
Before Ichika could react, Makoto said, "There, now it feels right."
She thought he was clarifying that he wasn't trying to grope her—he was just sitting so close, there was no other place to rest his hand.
She loved these kinds of little games that only lovers could share.
She curled her lips into a smirk and was about to strike back—when Makoto suddenly grabbed her foot again.
The next moment, he gave her leg a firm tug, pulling her directly into his lap.
As he wrapped his arms around her, he chuckled on purpose, "Watch closely, this is how you pull someone in."
"Eh… mmph—"
Ichika didn't even get to respond before he smoothly kissed her.
Combo move initiated.
Once again, she proved she was skilled in the art of flirting.
But only just.
The two of them kept messing around until after 9 PM before Makoto finally went to take a bath.
The moment he stepped into the bathroom, Nino, who had been keeping an eye on things, made her move.
Holding a cup, she pretended to come out for a drink, her eyes subtly peeking toward Ichika's room.
The bedroom door was only half-closed, and just as she passed by, Ichika happened to stand up to grab something—their eyes met.
Ichika calmly asked, "Still not going to bed?"
Nino didn't answer. Her eyes stayed fixed on Ichika's rosy lips.
Still moist.
It was late at night—there's no way Ichika had just applied lip gloss. The answer was obvious.
Nino's fingers tightened instinctively around her cup.
So they had kissed earlier!
Ichika noticed Nino's gaze too. She didn't flaunt anything, just gave her usual smile and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Tch."
Nino filled her cup and turned away.
She was clearly rattled.
Ichika felt even more victorious and returned to sit back on the bed, humming a little tune. Surely Nino will behave herself now, right?
What she didn't know was that Nino had returned to her room, set down her cup, and picked up a fresh towel.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom…
Makoto was lying in the tub with his eyes closed, relaxing—when he heard footsteps outside the door.
Could it be Ichika?
He figured it was quite likely.
Earlier, he had completely countered all of Ichika's teasing and even pulled her into his rhythm. Knowing her personality, she might be looking for a chance to retaliate.
He adjusted his position and rested an arm on the edge of the tub, peeking toward the glass shower door.
Through the frosted glass, he could clearly see the silhouette of a girl.
And she was undressing.
Makoto was a bit stunned.
No way—Ichika's going that far?
It wasn't even that late. If he couldn't hold back and the buff kicked in, the Nakano household would definitely descend into chaos again tonight.
The next moment, the glass door slid open.
Makoto was completely dumbfounded.
Nino strolled in slowly.
She was wrapped in nothing but a towel.
And because that was all she was wearing, her voluptuous figure looked even more alluring.
Her pale, delicate feet stepped lightly on the floor, her long legs moved steadily forward, and her face was flushed as she walked toward Makoto step by step.
Finally, Makoto found his voice and asked, "What… is this?"
Nino smiled shyly but tried to keep her composure. "The massage you requested with the favor coupon—this is your idea, remember?"
Makoto: "?"
Sure, I asked for a massage… but this feels way over the top.
And judging by the combination of shyness and determination in Nino's eyes, she looked like she was ready to become the bathroom warlord.
And in fact, he was absolutely right.
Nino was on a rampage.
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Lmao Nino, didn't know she offer a soap massage.
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