The next day.
"Where is this..."
Opening her eyes slowly, Ririka blinked, confused by the unfamiliar ceiling. It wasn't the ceiling of her room she knew.
"Huuu..."
A steady breathing sound came from beside her. Ririka turned her head to the side.
"I remember everything. Last night, I..."
Seeing Ren sound asleep beside her, all the events of the previous night flooded her mind like a tidal wave.
"Oh my, that was so embarrassing."
A blush colored her face all the way to her earlobes as Ririka remembered how wild she had been when she was pleasured last night.
'A-Am I a perverted woman? I never knew this side existed within me. Last night... I really lost control.'
Pulling back the blanket covering her body, Ririka saw many purplish-red hickeys on her white breasts, making her blush even more.
"Ouch."
Trying to sit up, a sharp pain in her crotch made Ririka wince. She pressed her lower lip, holding back a moan that wanted to escape.
She glanced down and saw a little white fluid flowing out of her body. Instantly, worry flooded her heart.
"Oh God... I'm not pregnant, am I?"
A feeling of anxiety mixed with shame washed over her again.
*CLICK!*
The bedroom door suddenly opened, startling Ririka. She hurriedly pulled the blanket up to her neck, covering her body.
"You are Hayasaka Ai."
The Momobami Family had gathered intelligence on the women around Ren to find out his preferences. So, Ririka immediately recognized the Japanese-Irish woman who was now wearing a maid uniform.
After all, their statuses were the same: tools used by their respective families to forge a connection with the Seventh Campione.
Hayasaka stepped in, her gaze calm and her expression unchanged in the slightest as she saw the mess in the room after the previous night's sexual activity. Then, she placed a set of clean women's clothes on the bedside table.
"You're awake, Momobami-san. I've brought you new clothes. Warm water is ready, you can take a bath and clean yourself."
"Just call me Ririka. We're both in the same position."
"Alright, Ririka. You can call me Ai too."
Knowing the awkward situation, Hayasaka didn't linger. She turned and left Ririka alone in the room.
"I should have asked if Ai-san had contraceptive pills."
Ririka grumbled, forgetting to ask something so important.
Putting on the bathrobe Hayasaka had given her, she took a set of clean clothes, then left the room.
Passing through the living room, she saw a pregnant woman doing yoga while watching yoga instructions on TV.
Of course, Ririka recognized the woman as Nakano Itsuki, Ren's homeroom teacher.
With the Momobami Family's resources, it wasn't difficult to discover the taboo teacher-student relationship between Ren and Itsuki.
"Ah, you must be Momobami Ririka. Maria and Alisa told me everything last night. It must be difficult to serve hubby's seemingly limitless lust, right?"
Stopping her yoga movements, Itsuki then walked closer to the seemingly nervous Ririka. She warmly held Ririka's hand.
"I've asked Ai-san to make chicken soup with red dates. It's a Chinese dish that restores a woman's body after losing a lot of blood."
"Ummm... Thank you for your consideration, Itsuki-sama."
Ririka was shy, unaccustomed to being treated so well, especially since Itsuki could be considered the main wife in this house.
Seemingly quite fond of Ririka, Itsuki smiled softly.
"Welcome to the Rokuhara Family. We're family now, don't be shy with me."
Then, she hugged Ririka, gently stroking the back of the girl's head.
'This is so warm.'
In the Momobami Family, Ririka had never received such tenderness from her family members. Everything felt foreign yet very welcome. Now, she was getting it from a family that technically didn't know her.
After that moment of warmth, Itsuki released her embrace.
"Go on, take a bath. The water will get cold."
That morning, the Rokuhara house seemed alive with its routine.
It was summer vacation. Masha and Alya had gone jogging, maintaining their fitness.
Hayasaka was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for everyone.
Meanwhile, Itsuki returned to her yoga session, keeping her body flexible so that her labor, which could happen at any time, would go smoothly.
"..."
Ririka entered the bathroom. Her nervousness slowly subsided as the warm water from the shower enveloped her body.
Warm steam surrounded her, bringing soothing comfort. She gently rubbed her skin, which still felt a little sore, but overall, her body felt much better.
"Maybe... being part of this family... isn't as bad as I imagined. Maybe it's even much better."
While rinsing her body, Ririka didn't forget to clean Ren's seed that had filled her last night. She wasn't ready to get pregnant and become a mother.
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At 9:55 AM.
A Bentley stopped in front of an apartment. Soon after, a woman who was 90% similar to Itsuki got into the car. After that, the car drove off onto the main road.
"Am I not disturbing your summer vacation, Ren? Instead of spending time with an 'auntie' like me, wouldn't it be more fun to enjoy yourself with your peers?"
There was a hint of inferiority in the woman's tone.
"You're still in your 20s, Miku-san, you're not an 'auntie.' Besides, I only have three male friends. They have their own business, so my schedule is very free this summer vacation."
As Ren drove, one of his hands reached out and gently held Miku's hand, one of the Nakano quintuplets, Itsuki's sister. This meant Miku was his sister-in-law!
'Just as I thought, Nakano Miku has feelings for me.'
Seeing Miku not resisting his intimate touch, Ren became even more confident in his speculation. Previously, he had suspected it, but hadn't had the chance to confirm it.
This morning, Miku called him and asked if Ren had time to accompany her to a comic convention. She wanted to buy Sengoku Period General merchandise there.
How could an inhuman bastard like Ren refuse an invitation from a beautiful woman like Miku?
Miku was his sister-in-law, so what? After all, Ren had already made his other sister-in-law, Yotsuba, his sex slave. Adding one or two more sisters-in-law to his collection was no big deal.
'I'm sorry, Itsuki. I know this is wrong. You're pregnant with Ren's child, and I... I'm dating him like this. I know I'm the worst.'
Miku gripped Ren's hand, which felt warm in her fingers, staring at the passing road outside the car window. Guilt clutched at her heart, but there was another, much stronger surge of emotion, a feeling she couldn't resist.
'But I can't... I can't hold back my feelings for him. I've already experienced losing the man I liked in high school. I don't want that to happen again.'
'Happiness doesn't come on its own; it must be obtained. Even if it means... being a little selfish.'
Sighing softly, Miku tried to ignore the whispers of her conscience. The warmth of Ren's hand felt too comfortable to let go.