[The simulation world]
Inside the dimly lit living room.
Nijika tiptoed her way to the bedroom door.
She was not bold enough to play the game together with her sister, and certainly not thinking of pushing her husband from behind to help him along.
But.
Seika's trembling, nervous behavior left Nijika no choice but to enter the simulation herself, to scout the situation and make second-hand preparations, in case her sister lost her nerve at the last moment and brushed past her own happiness again.
Based on the previous simulations.
Nijika had reason to suspect...
If she didn't give her sister a push today, Seika would most likely end up alone for life once more.
In the end.
Why did loving someone have to be this humble?
Nijika could not understand.
If you notice your own shortcomings, you just fix them, work hard, and try to become someone worthy of the person you like.
Seika's self-deprecating mindset...
Unacceptable.
…
Returning to the moment.
Nijika leaned in, trying to hear something from inside the bedroom.
Why was there no response?
It had already been a few minutes since her sister went in.
But.
There were no loving sounds.
Not even the sound of clothing rustling.
And just then...
Footsteps sounded from the entryway. Toru had gone out shopping and just returned.
The lights switched on.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing?"
"Hus… husband?"
Nijika stiffly turned around and saw Toru taking off his coat and placing the shopping bag down. Nijika's eyes sharpened, noticing under the light three small boxes marked 0.01.
Huh? Why such a ridiculous quantity?
Little angel Nijika silently pressed her palms together in prayer for Seika—
She hoped her sister survived the night.
"Is there something strange in the room?"
Toru hung his coat and approached his wife.
Was it a cockroach?
He knew well that she was terrified of insects.
"Um, you'll know if you go in."
"So mysterious."
Toru gently opened the door, then saw the blanket bulging in a suspicious way. Anyone could tell a person was hiding underneath.
Well then.
What kind of play was this?
After thinking for a few seconds.
He quietly closed the door.
His wife would never cheat.
Every time they finished their marital duties, she couldn't even get out of bed the next morning. How would she have the energy to find a second partner?
"Who's inside?"
"No idea."
Nijika looked away, realizing the plan had been exposed.
It was over.
"You didn't send sister home?"
"…"
Seeing her silent—
"I was wondering why you suddenly insisted on driving her home half an hour ago. So it was for this?"
Toru understood.
And also did not understand.
Why was his wife trying to pimp him to her own sister?
A cuck fantasy?
"Sister likes you, so I thought… maybe I could help her…"
Before Nijika could finish, she saw her husband's expression twist in disbelief, as if questioning life.
"Nijika, I don't want to betray you."
"It's fine, I agreed. Go take care of her."
Nijika stepped aside and pointed toward the bedroom.
"No, why would you want me to sleep with your sister?"
"I said I agreed. You can go."
"Honey, what did I do wrong? Why are you testing me like this…?"
Toru looked genuinely afraid.
His wife felt like a stranger.
"No test. No trap. I just want sister to be happy."
"No. I can't divide the love that belongs to you. Shio already takes a portion of it. Add your sister too, then what about you?"
Hearing that, Nijika stopped talking.
She simply took off her coat, revealing a thin white shirt underneath.
Then she grabbed her husband, determined to drag him back to their room.
"What are you doing?"
"Doing you."
Doing you until you can't argue back!
Helping you find a lover and you're still not happy? Look how inflated you've gotten!
Time to remind you who runs this house!
…
…
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Half an hour later.
The real world.
Nijika lay limp on the bed, mind blank, staring up at the ceiling. Her legs felt a bit weak.
How was it possible that two people couldn't beat one man?
[In the first half of the night, you acted arrogant and even told your husband to use more strength.]
[In the second half of the night, you wished you could go to sleep as soon as possible.]
[Your bond with Seika deepened.]
"Sister, I sacrificed so much for you…"
Nijika muttered.
Pimping was one thing.
But she even had to join the battlefield and take on fire herself…
[The next day.]
[Seika slept until noon. She finally understood your suffering, and even considered finding another poor soul to share the burden.]
[After this incident.]
[Toru reluctantly accepted the lover you found him.]
What the—?
So unwilling?
Little angel Nijika puffed her cheeks, sulking.
She knew Toru wouldn't easily change his feelings once he loved someone.
But this man was far too stubborn.
"This is fine too."
Nijika shifted her mindset.
In the simulation, she could do whatever she wanted, even help her husband find lovers.
But in reality, she would absolutely choose a one-life-one-couple ending. The purer Toru's heart, the better.
Now the real question was...
How to win Toru in real life?
————
Just as little angel Nijika was troubled.
Ryo had the same thought.
She closed the simulation screen and handed the controls to the AI.
She had already lost this round.
Lost since the very beginning.
Nijika didn't play fair. She raised him since he was a boy. Who could overturn that?
But it didn't matter.
Yamada Ryo was ready to steal the house in reality.
Solve the root of the problem.
The reason Toru kept marrying different women in every simulation was simple: he had no girlfriend in real life.
Just think about it.
If he had a girlfriend...
Yamada Ryo was certain.
In every simulation, Toru would marry his real-world girlfriend.
This was not baseless speculation. It was derived from countless simulations, a guaranteed pattern.
The law of victory was decided!
Only one question remained.
How to become Toru's girlfriend?
For this matter...
Miss Ryo believed that the best tactic was to make things irreversible.
Toru had a strong sense of responsibility. If she took his innocence, he would most likely agree to date her.
And then...
She could openly and legally mooch off him for life.
Enjoy a gentleness reserved for one person alone.
No job, daily leisure, buying music CDs, playing bass, clinging to him like a spoiled cat.
Faced with such a good-for-nothing wife.
Her husband would complain that he married the wrong woman, but still spoil her and agree to everything she wanted.
Yes.
A wonderful future.
Ryo nodded.
Then she took out her phone and opened Toru's LINE account.
Yamada Ryo: Are you there?
...
One hour later.
Staring at the unread, unreplied message...
Miss Ryo confirmed it.
This man was playing the simulator.