Haru pulling both Yukino and Utaha into his lap wasn't just some shameless fantasy of being surrounded by two beauties—it was a calculated move.
He understood them.
If he kept them in a position too embarrassing to react normally, he could seize control of the conversation and possibly uncover whatever secret they were hiding.
What he didn't expect was that, after he executed the move flawlessly, Yukino reacted exactly as predicted—face flushed with a mix of shame and frustration—while Utaha merely blushed and smiled.
"I don't mind at all," she said sweetly.
Haru watched the blend of embarrassment and irritation on Yukino's face and grew even more suspicious.
Why are they falling apart like this now? Even if Utaha-senpai is bold, this isn't like her—to start bickering with Yukino while still in my arms.
From their differing reactions alone, Haru could tell they had formed some kind of alliance. But clearly, it was a shaky one.
He could imagine the scene perfectly:
They sit across from each other sipping tea.Utaha: "Yukinoshita, how about we form a temporary alliance?"Yukino: "Fine."
Just like that.
But he had overestimated the strength of that alliance.
After noticing Utaha's provocative smile, Yukino stopped resisting. If the senpai was already curled up sweetly in Haru's arms, was Yukino really going to just back off and surrender her spot?
Absolutely not.
Not a chance.
Yukino cast a frigid glance toward Utaha, still smiling like she'd won something.
She's getting her revenge, Yukino thought grimly. Just now I roasted her in the living room, and now she's found the perfect moment to strike back.
She thought about that so-called "sisterly alliance."
What a joke.
So this is our fiery tag team alliance?
Guess it disbanded before the opening credits even rolled...
The movie slowly began, and the two girls tucked their personal drama away to focus on the screen.
But Haru couldn't focus at all.
He thought Yukino would struggle and force him to release them eventually. Instead, neither of the girls said another word—they just leaned into him and started watching the movie seriously.
Sure, the position was cozy and undeniably enjoyable. But the mysteries in his mind only multiplied, not diminished.
Since the weather had grown colder, both girls were dressed a bit more warmly than usual. Still, the room was heated, and Yukino had opted for comfort, wearing a skirt. Utaha wore a sweater and tights.
And now, they were seated snugly on his lap.
Their soft, delicate thighs, pressed against him—Utaha's wrapped in sleek tights—along with the warm scent of their perfume mingling in the air… it was overwhelming. Haru found himself torn between the film and the very real temptation on both sides of him.
Neither girl had ever sat with him like this—not both at the same time.
It was a new level of closeness. Intimate. Embarrassing. Awkward.
But oddly calming.
The girls stayed quiet, but he could sense their shifting emotions.
Ten minutes in, both seemed completely engrossed in the movie. Yukino even relaxed her stiff posture.
Despite the atmosphere being thick with unspoken tension and ambiguous intimacy, the movie was undeniably well-made. It followed the passionate romance of a mature woman and a charming young man. From dialogue to cinematography, it captured attention effortlessly.
Haru continued his dual-focus battle: one part of him on the film, the other acutely aware of the two slender waists nestled into his lap.
Even without turning his head, he could see them in his peripheral vision—two beautiful, blushing faces, mere centimeters from him. Their expressions different, but both equally captivating.
He felt like he was living inside a dream.
Just as the story began to delve into deeper, more provocative territory, the calm of the living room was abruptly shattered.
The movie—The Piano Teacher—had reached its first intense, sensual scene.
Yukino's cheeks turned bright red, her breathing becoming shallow.
This idiotic senpai again—how did she pick such a movie? she cursed silently.
And yet… the film's quality was undeniably high, even to someone with Yukino's strict standards.
On the other side, Utaha was also blushing. She didn't need to look at Yukino to know the girl was glaring at her in silent judgment.
But I didn't know this movie would be like this either! she protested in her mind.
She'd just picked it thinking it would be fun to watch something new as a trio, keeping everyone on the same page.
But now, as the sensual scenes unfolded, she instinctively shrank back. Her chest fluttered with unfamiliar emotion, and her warm cheek accidentally brushed against Haru's shoulder.
I'm dying… she thought.
And then—she felt something.
Her eyes darted downward.
Haru's hand… was definitely not staying still.
Utaha's face turned scarlet. A mix of embarrassment and—if she was honest—just a little bit of pride swirled in her chest.
She knew what she was packing—long legs, black tights, sleek curves.
In the language of gaming, she was a premium limited-time drop: no fancy mechanics, just off-the-charts stats.
The movie played on, but Utaha's attention drifted.
Her lips parted slightly as she whispered, "Haru…"
Her voice was soft, teasing, dangerously sweet.
She felt hot all over—face, neck, even her arms and back.
Then a thought surfaced through the haze:
Wait… why hasn't Yukino mocked me yet?
She turned her head instinctively.
And had to stop herself from laughing.
So… Yukino, you too, huh?
After all, Haru wasn't the type to play favorites.
If he was going to get handsy, he'd do it fairly.
And Yukino, poor girl, was completely flustered.
When she noticed the hand sliding along her thigh, she bit her lip and grabbed his wrist, trying to push it away.
But Haru had been expecting resistance.
And Yukino, lost in her spiraling thoughts, didn't have the strength to fight back properly.
In the end, she just glared at him, cheeks blazing, and gave up—melting back into his arms with a pout.
Her submission only made Utaha more triumphant.
Ha! I knew it—I'm still ahead in this game!
If Haru had known what Utaha was thinking, he probably would've laughed out loud:
What kind of stupid competition is this?
By the halfway mark of the movie, neither Yukino nor Utaha was really watching anymore.
Between Haru's subtle teasing and the rising heat within themselves, their focus had completely unraveled. And somewhere beneath the embarrassment, bolder, unspoken thoughts began to stir.
Still pretending to be innocent, Haru asked with a grin, "So? How's the movie?"
His voice was casual.
But the teasing lilt in his tone made both girls instantly aware of his mischief.
Their hearts beat a little faster.
And their silence said more than any answer ever could.
Utaha let out a soft laugh, her cheeks tinged pink.
"It was good. The cinematography was impressive, but what stood out most was how delicately the relationship between the leads evolved. I think it's the most emotionally nuanced film I've seen."
"Not just nuanced," Yukino chimed in. "I'd call it... intense. The emotional portrayal was so raw and pure—ugliness and sincerity were laid bare. I suspect it's only going to get heavier from here."
Haru stifled a laugh. "So you two really were paying attention to the movie, huh?"
Both girls fell silent for a beat—then glared at him in perfect sync.
Their eyes seemed to say: Isn't it your fault we were distracted?!
Yukino took a deep breath and quickly looked away, then lightly tapped the hand that he still had resting on her thigh.
"I need the bathroom," she said coolly. "Let go."
"I'll go too," Utaha added.
Haru released them and muttered instinctively, "I think I've seen this episode before…"
The girls, just placing their feet on the floor, froze momentarily—then sped up.
Watching them retreat, he nodded to himself.
"Yup. Definitely seen this one."Though this time, there was no Megumi to form the holy trinity again…
The girls didn't even glance back as they marched into the bathroom.
Bang. The door shut behind them, and Yukino promptly locked it. Her face flushed as she turned to Utaha.
"What kind of movie did you pick!?"
Utaha avoided her gaze and tried to brush off the tension.
"I didn't realize it had so many... intimate scenes."
"You didn't check beforehand?"
"Movies are meant to be experienced fresh. If someone spoils things or watches ahead, it ruins the fun of watching together."
Yukino pursed her lips. As much as she wanted to argue, she couldn't refute that logic.
But she wasn't about to let it go either.
"Even if that's true, you could've at least read the synopsis online. Given me a heads-up about what we were in for."
"And risk stumbling on spoilers in the comments?"
Yukino scoffed coldly. "Keep telling yourself that. I'll be curious to see how you plan to get out of here."
Utaha blinked. She'd been ready to trade more verbal jabs—but then realization hit.
She was wearing black pantyhose.
Yukino was in a skirt. Changing her underwear would be relatively simple.
But for Utaha… if she wanted to change hers, she'd have to take off the pantyhose. Which meant…
She'd gone in wearing tights, and come out bare-legged.
She could already imagine what kind of teasing Haru would unleash.
"Figured it out?" Yukino said with a mocking smirk.
Utaha tried to keep her pride intact."So what? We're stripping down tonight anyway. What's there to be afraid of?"
Yukino chuckled dryly. "Your bravery is... impressive."
With that, she turned and opened a small cabinet above the bathroom sink. Utaha looked on in confusion as Yukino pulled out a fresh pair of underwear.
"Wait. You had spares stashed here? Did you plan for this?"
"If I'd known what was coming, do you think I'd have let you pick the movie?" Yukino shot back with icy voice.
Utaha went silent. She realized she'd walked right into that one.
This was Yukino's home. Of course she'd have an emergency pair tucked away.
Yukino disappeared into the stall, leaving Utaha standing there in awkward silence.
Damn it.
She hadn't accounted for that at all.
Her earlier bravado—"We're taking them off later anyway"—had only made sense when she thought Yukino was in the same situation. Now that Yukino could change, everything had shifted.
Her own clean clothes were still in her bag… out in the living room.
The moment Yukino stepped out, Utaha seized the chance.
"Yukinoshita, could you—"
"Don't even think about it. I'm not getting your clothes," Yukino cut her off with a cold grin.
Utaha had half-expected that. But hearing it aloud still stung."Seriously? It's such a small favor. I thought we were allies!"
"Do you even hear yourself?" Yukino crossed her arms and leaned casually against the wall. "Back when Haru was torturing us, what exactly were you doing?"
Utaha's cheeks turned a deeper red. She looked away.
But Yukino didn't let up.
"You betrayed me. Not only did you not help—you encouraged him. Do I need to remind you?"
If she hadn't been pressed so close to Haru, in that intimate, flustered position—and if Utaha hadn't been right there doing her own shameless flirting—there's no way Yukino would've reacted so quickly.
She felt humiliated.
But knowing Utaha was even more embarrassed somehow made her feel better.
"You really won't grab my clothes?"
Utaha's eyes flickered with sudden resolve.
Yukino's mocking tone didn't waver.
"Nope."
Without another word, Utaha spun around and yanked open the storage cabinet.
Yukino's expression immediately darkened.
"What are you doing?"
"You won't help me? Then I'll just borrow yours."
"Have you lost your mind?!"
In the Living Room…
Haru stood outside the bathroom, confused.
He had already paused the movie.
At first, he'd just wanted to ask how much longer they'd be—but as he approached, he heard scuffling and muffled shouting from within.
Utaha's panicked voice. Yukino's angry one.
The chaos lasted around ten seconds before fading into silence.
Then Yukino's voice rang out, full of disdain:
"Who gave you the courage to fight me?"
Haru blinked.
So... Utaha got taken down again, huh?
Realizing this was way above his level, he turned to leave—only to freeze when Utaha's voice echoed through the door.
"I know I can't beat you in a fight, but I do have one devastating truth to share."
…What now?
He stayed put, half-curious, half-concerned.
Yukino's voice dripped with derision.
"Trying to bluff? That stuff doesn't work on me. Haru used to pull that all the time."
Then Utaha mimicked her tone with a sly laugh."Well, I just discovered your underwear's too small for me. I couldn't even get them on. Which means…"
She burst into gleeful laughter.
"Your figure doesn't compare to mine at all, Yukinoshita—hey! Stop twisting my arm! It's going to break—!"
Haru stood in stunned silence.
Were they seriously arguing about whose hips and butt were better shaped?
And to say that to Yukino's face…
Haru couldn't help but mutter internally: This might just be Senpai's boldest move yet.
Face-to-face ultimate, and the ending... was pure embarrassment.