"Hey, Saeko-neechan! I think Goku-niisan is back!" Upstairs in the kitchen, Alice was helping Saeko wash carrots. The innocent girl tilted her head, listening to the sounds drifting from a nearby room. "It sounds like he's playing a game with Kurumi-neechan. I want to play, too!"
"Ah! Not that game!" Saeko said, flustered, quickly steering the conversation. "How about you help me finish these vegetables first? We can play later."
"Okay!" Alice nodded obediently, squatting back down to scrub the carrots in the basin. Saeko glanced toward the hallway and allowed herself a quiet, wry smile, though a pang of jealousy pricked her heart. It seems we have another new 'sister.' She had long understood that with a man like Son Goku, it was unlikely any woman in their group would remain just a companion. Knowing it intellectually, however, was different from hearing the proof. The feeling was… complicated.
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More than twenty minutes later, Son Goku slipped quietly from the room. To the untrained eye, the duration might seem brief, but with his superhuman stamina and vigor, those minutes were the equivalent of hours for an ordinary man.
He moved down the hall and eased open the door to Shizuka's room, locking it behind him. The sight that greeted him sent a primal thrill through him. On the bed, it wasn't just Shizuka; Nanahara Rika and Rei were there as well, the three women curled together in an exhausted, peaceful sleep. After a day of constant tension, the comfort of a real bed had claimed them instantly, the earlier noises not even stirring them.
"Now this is a beautiful sight," he murmured with a soft chuckle, and slipped beneath the covers.
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By dinnertime, Son Goku emerged from the room looking thoroughly refreshed, a contented tune on his lips. His triumphant demeanor did not go unnoticed.
Saya and her mother, Yuriko, exchanging a glance across the table, sensed imminent danger. They hurried through their meal, then retreated to their shared room with palpable urgency. The lock clicked shut, but it didn't feel like enough. Together, they dragged a wardrobe and a small table to barricade the door. They checked and latched the window tightly, and only then did they allow themselves a sigh of relief.
Their conclusion was unanimous: Son Goku was a hazard. One moment of lowered guard could lead to a complete surrender of their virtue! While both harbored undeniable affection for him, affection was one thing; being ambushed in the night was entirely another.
That night, sleep was elusive. They lay in the dark, ears straining for any sound beyond their fortified door, a state of tense alertness keeping them awake. Strangely, woven through their apprehension was a faint, forbidden thread of anticipation. They drifted into a fitful doze only as exhaustion finally overcame them in the early hours.
It was then that a shadow fell across the window. A thin beam of light, no thicker than a finger, extended from outside, slicing through the latch with a soft hiss. The window slid open silently, revealing Son Goku's unmistakable, muscular silhouette against the moonlight.
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The next day, the sun was already high when Yuriko stirred awake. The first thing she registered was the solid warmth of Son Goku's arm wrapped tightly around her. A rueful smile touched her lips. I still couldn't escape this rogue. Then she saw Saya, clinging to his back in sleep, and her smile turned even more bittersweet. He had drawn her daughter into this as well.
Yet, as the memories of the previous night's unparalleled pleasure surfaced, a blush warmed her cheeks. Her heart, to her own surprise, felt full.
"Goku-niisan! The sun is up! Why is everyone still sleeping?" Alice's cheerful knocking suddenly echoed from the other side of the door.
Yuriko started, then relaxed slightly, remembering the lock. The noise roused Son Goku.
"Morning, Yuriko," he murmured, nuzzling against the soft fullness of her breast.
She flushed but managed a stern look. "It's well past morning. Get up, now." She then gently shook Saya awake. The younger girl's eyes flew open, took in the situation, and turned a brilliant scarlet, scrambling to pull the covers over herself.
"Tch. What's there to be shy about now?" Son Goku said, amusement in his voice as he tugged the quilt away. "Is there any part of you I haven't seen or touched? Up you get." With Yuriko's help—and amidst Saya's flustered protests—they got dressed and finally emerged to face the day.