3:00 PM.
After five hours of sleep, Roland had finally shaken off the fatigue from the previous night.
In its place was an incredibly soft and comfortable sensation—so soothing that he felt like lting into it, never wanting to leave it embrace.
How could it be so soft and warm?
Roland vaguely rembered hugging Yukio before falling asleep, so the softness on his left side was normal—it was the familiar figure of the mature beauty he knew so well.
But why was there a similar sensation on his right side?
At that mont, Roland felt as if he were being tightly embraced by two stunning won, one on each side—an utterly sensual experience that lted into his very core boosting his male chauvinism.
Well, let’s be confident and drop the "as if."
As Roland’s consciousness gradually erged from the haze, he realized the enveloping sensation wasn’t a dream—it was real!
Two beautiful won were indeed embracing him from both sides. On the left was Aunt Yukio, as expected, while on the right was soone familiar yet slightly unfamiliar... Big sister Haruno???
There were only three people in the house. If it wasn’t Aunt Yukio, it could only be big sister Haruno, right?
Could it be Yuki is back?
No, no, no, impossible. Even if Yuki would never do sothing like this to him, the main thing is... the size is all wrong.
He could clearly feel two soft and big, bouncy things pressing against him—sothing Yuki definitely didn’t have.
Ahem, of course, he’d better not let Yuki hear him say that, or he’d be dead...
So, Roland was ultimately sleeping while holding Yukio in one arm and Haruno in the other, sleeping with this pair of stunning mother and daughter nestled in his embrace?
Ah... this feeling is just too wonderful.
Roland almost didn’t want to wake up. It would be perfect to stay like this forever, completely weakened by their softness.
"Roland, stop pretending. I know you’re awake," Haruno’s voice whispered in his ear. She could feel the hand holding her tighten slightly. Still trying to feign sleep?
Caught red-handed, Roland inwardly cursed his carelessness but had no choice but to open his eyes. "Big sister Haruno, how did you end up sleeping here too?"
"What, only Mother gets to lie in your arms? Not ? You little brat!" Haruno said irritably, though she hadn’t even scolded him for clinging to her mother all day.
"That’s not it at all," Roland protested, looking genuinely puzzled. "I just didn’t expect you to do sothing like this. Shouldn’t you have woken up first?"
"You little brat! What kind of image do you have of your big sister?" Haruno demanded.
"Uh.... beautiful, gentle, virtuous, and generous?"
"Enough! Don’t think I don’t know you’re being sarcastic, you little brat! You’re so annoying!"
"Huh?" Roland stared blankly. He suddenly felt like he couldn’t understand Haruno’s words anymore.
What’s so annoying? I shower regularly. I can’t possibly sll bad. What’s she even talking about?
And why was she calling him "little brat" so often today? It was practically in every sentence. Was there really a need to emphasize it so much?
Any psychology experts out there who can analyze this? What’s going on here?
"Hmph! Little brat, I brushed my teeth twice today. Once when I woke up, and the other ti... guess why?" Haruno said with a resentful look, as if Roland had done sothing wrong.
Roland was utterly bewildered. I’ve been asleep all morning. What could I possibly have done wrong?
Just spit it out! If I ssed up, punish , but stop torturing with these riddles!
Riddler, get out of here!
"How am I supposed to know? You are a free citizen you can brush your teeth as many tis as you want," Roland retorted impatiently, rolling his eyes, while saying the most obvious thing he can but shouldn’t.
"Hint: Your big sister’s a little hungry~" Haruno said with a resentful look. She couldn’t possibly say directly what she had done earlier, but she still hoped this annoying guy would figure it out.
"If you’re hungry, go eat. Didn’t you have lunch?"
"I ate a tiny bit~"
"So you ate sothing bad?"
"I ate sothing bad, but not entirely bad~"
"Riddler, get out of here! Can’t you just talk normally? If not, shut up! Aunt Yukio’s going to wake up from your noise!" Roland’s face darkened. What is this nonsense? I don’t have ti for your stupid guessing gas. He abruptly ended the conversation.
This infuriated Haruno to no end. She felt like choking his neck and ask why isn’t he getting it at all! How could he not figure out sothing so simple? It left her feeling deeply frustrated.
So, she simply pinched Roland’s waist. "You wanted to punish instead of playing riddles, didn’t you?"
"Fine, then your big sister will give you what you want!"
"Making eat so much awful lunch and almost choking ! How could I never know you little brat had so much energy?"
Haruno’s delicate face flushed crimson as she recalled how she’d nearly been unable to fit all the food in her mouth. She pinched his waist even harder.
Roland looked utterly wronged. Who knows what I did to offend this she-devil big sister Haruno? At least being pinched was better than being tornted by riddles, right?
Pinch away as much as you want, Roland thought. I’ll just find other ways to enjoy myself with you and your mother to make up for it.
With that thought, Roland happily tightened his embrace around Haruno and her mother. This blissful mont might only happen once in a lifeti, and he wouldn’t let go even if he were being strangled.
But whether it was because Roland was holding them too tightly or because their voices were too loud, Yukio beside them slowly began to stir.
The mont she woke up, her gaze imdiately went to her daughter. As a mother, she had heard every word her daughter had said earlier.
Unlike the naive Roland, Yukio, with her life experience, quickly pieced together the truth behind her daughter’s claim of brushing her teeth twice.
To confirm her suspicions, Yukio deliberately lifted her shapely leg in front of her daughter and moved it back to its original position.
That position had previously been supporting "Little Roland," but now it was limp.
This was strange. Little Roland had been perfectly capable of standing tall when he was just holding her alone. Why couldn’t he manage with two beautiful won in his arms?
A man can’t just give up!
It was clear: Little Roland’s failure was due to her daughter’s actions.
And since a young man like him couldn’t possibly fail on the first try, that ant her daughter had actually done it multiple tis!
Hmph! So her daughter had grown up and gotten too bold, daring to do that right under her mother’s nose—sothing even she had never done!
When exactly did her Haruno beco so depraved?
It’s only been a short while since I last disciplined her, and she’s already gone astray!
Yukio’s gaze turned icy.
Haruno clearly felt the cold stare emanating from her mother. For a mont, her grip on Roland’s hand involuntarily loosened.
Haruno knew all too well that her mother’s clear eyes were likely already open. She was simply pretending to be asleep while nestled in Roland’s arms.
In other words, her Mother had probably heard every word of her conversation with Roland, and might even have deciphered her riddle.
This was now incredibly awkward. Hadn’t her earlier words practically confessed to her mother: "Your daughter did sothing very, very exciting with your Little Roland right in front of you~"?
Normally, with her Mother’s strict personality, this would have earned her a broken leg.
But now, both mother and daughter held compromising secrets over each other. Aside from a warning glare, her Mother made no further move.
The leverage Haruno held over her mother wasn’t about her sleeping on the sofa with Roland. She knew her mother’s physical condition well; she hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in over two weeks.
So, even though Haruno was deeply displeased that her mother had slept with Roland, she didn’t say much.
If Roland’s presence could help her mother finally get so rest, she’d accept it. She’d consider it her filial duty, even if it ant enduring her own jealousy.
The real leverage Haruno had was sothing else entirely. She glanced at her mother’s beautiful leg draped over Little Roland.
She felt there was sothing deeply wrong with her mother.
The spot where her mother’s leg rested was exactly where Haruno had previously "eaten her lunch." How could her mother casually touch such a place?
Even if she was trying to confirm her suspicions, shouldn’t she hesitate at least a little?
Little Roland is your son-in-law now! Do you still think you’re bathing him like before when he was a child?
Do you think you can just touch him wherever you please?
Wake up! Tis have changed. He’s no longer your private property; he belongs to your daughter now!
Everything you’re doing to him is immoral!
There’s no future for you two. Let go sooner rather than later!
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