Still that sa night, at the Yukinoshita family residence.
After saving and closing the increasingly large Word docunt, Haruno breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back tiredly into her chair.
The high-end ergonomic chair tilted back one hundred twenty degrees, steadily supporting her mature, firm, and beautiful body. Her unsupported white spheres beneath the pajamas swayed gently.
She reached for the tall glass on the table. Haruno swirled the ruby-colored liquid inside, sniffing the intoxicating aroma that spread, trying to calm the restlessness and gloom in her heart.
"It's already Christmas, huh…"
"If only so many nonsensical things hadn't happened along the way, I'd definitely be cuddling with Yuu-chan in a hotel right now. From today until tomorrow, from night until morning, I'd be applauding with him for love…"
Sighing like soone unsatisfied, she took a sip of the sweet, smooth red wine. Yet, an indescribable bitterness flowed on the tip of her tongue.
So things shouldn't be thought about too deeply. If pondered too much, she'd find that life is full of difficulties, and only the word 'unhappiness' could serve as a footnote.
First, her first Christmas after starting to date—and a white Christmas at that—was just missed like that.
Even though she had a boyfriend who had already talked about marriage. They had kissed and held hands, just one step away from the final stage. But now, she could only drink wine alone at ho to relieve boredom.
What's more annoying, her boyfriend was probably celebrating Christmas with her little sister and her sister's friend right now, enjoying the ti and celebration she wasn't experiencing.
Even her status as his girlfriend was only acknowledged by herself. No place to complain, no place to vent. Haruno could only swallow the bitterness alone—
Tell , is there any heroine in this world more miserable than her?
"I look like a complaining widow!"
Haruno downed the red wine as if venting anger, and a red flush suddenly appeared on her cheeks.
She exhaled the scent of wine and air from her lungs. Her moist lips parted slightly. Her blurred eyes stared at the ceiling.
Suddenly, she laughed foolishly.
"You're too naive if you think everything I'm facing is bad~"
That's right, Haruno still had room to maneuver!
For example, the relationship between those three (Yuu, Yukino, and Yuigahama), which looked mutually supportive, was actually more like mutually restraining.
Family matchmaking didn't need too much thought, but they were practicing polyamory with a mutually acknowledged love triangle. So, the difficulty of romantic developnt would naturally increase dramatically.
After all, the problem wasn't the number, but the inequality. The most important thing in a threeso relationship was who ca first and who ca later—what did it an if both liked him? Yuu only had one mouth, and one... thing. He had to distribute affection according to the order of liking, right?
If they couldn't be in first place simultaneously, the person placed second would naturally feel dissatisfied. This was a problem that a playboy could never solve.
And her little sister's innocent, serious, and rigid nature—first of all, she definitely wouldn't agree to sleep in a big bed with three people, doing immoral and outrageous things!
If it really ca ti for intimacy, Yukino might just choose to give the opportunity to Dango-chan, while she herself stood outside the door, shyly listening through the wall, and inevitably doing that alone.
Although Haruno didn't know if her sister even knew how to do that...
Back to the main point, with this, isn't it undoubtedly Dango-chan's victory?
Actually, no.
Because from her observation, given Dango-chan's level of gentleness and tolerance towards her sister, she not only wouldn't mind a threeso, she might even help Yuu conquer the inexperienced and less knowledgeable Yukino, so she gets love and girl-love simultaneously, becoming the most perfect winner in life.
After all, for Dango-chan, rather than letting her best friend listen through the wall alone, it's better to give up the chance to take Yuu's virginity, retreat to advance, and show the attitude of a generous wife—but this would conflict with Yukino's thinking.
And Yukino's pride wouldn't allow her friend to give her such charity-like assistance. In the end, the two would push each other, wanting to let the other go first, and as a result, neither would succeed, and the situation would drag on.
With Yuu's nature—put nicely, he's a gentleman; put badly, he's a coward—he probably wouldn't take the initiative to attack. Therefore, the trio's relationship would be stuck in the mud for a while and unable to move forward.
Thus, this gave Haruno room to maneuver.
"Hmph, love is a battle of wits. I've already read all your information~"
She chuckled calmly, like a strategist confident of victory, very different from her previously miserable and lonely appearance.
Of course, analyzing the love triangle was nothing. What was truly important was what she realized during the recent culture festival.
Haruno rembered, when she brought her mother backstage at the gym to look for him, Yuu took the initiative to greet her, and afterwards showed a concern different from before. The expression in his eyes was clearly different.
It wasn't fake politeness, or just a casual greeting. With her sharp observation, she, facing her lover, could see every detail and not miss anything worth noting.
Although Yuu tried hard to hide it and acted as if nothing was wrong, Haruno could still make a bold guess—
Perhaps, sothing was secretly influencing Yuu, making him regain the tenderness and affection he once promised to always have for her, turning that crooked relationship into reality.
But because of her sister and the existing mission, Yuu refused to admit it and forced himself to suppress his feelings to avoid eting her.
It was precisely because she realized this that Haruno said those words when she left Sobu High with her mother—
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