Part 1: The Truth in the Onsen
[Takeda Ridley's POV]
While Yuki and Genta headed back out into the forest, Shizuku and I sank into the massive geothermal stone bath alongside the other eighteen girls.
"Ahhh... this feels like an absolute dream," I sighed, leaning my head back against the smooth granite. The ambient heat melted away three days of sheer terror. "It’s like an indoor luxury onsen."
"Seriously," Shizuku agreed, splashing warm water over her bare shoulders. "How did Yuki build something this insane in a jungle? Back in school, he was basically a ghost. He never talked to anyone."
"He wasn't even with us in the void," I realized, the pieces clicking into place. "He wasn't at the billboard. How is he already married to a gorgeous High Elf and a dragon girl?"
SPLASH!
The wooden door swung open, and Lilica cannonballed straight into the deep water, giggling as her petite body bobbed in circles, her silver tail splashing playfully. Rena walked in gracefully, stepping into the water to sit beside Shizuku and me.
"Yuki told us to share these with you," Rena smiled, handing over bottles of modern shampoo and citrus body wash.
The girls cheered, rushing to scrub the blood, sweat, and grime from their skin.
Shizuku and I stayed close to Rena, gently asking about Yuki's background. Lilica floated over, her golden eyes shining with absolute pride.
"Yuki saved me from a terrible darkness curse in the dungeon!" Lilica cheered, puffing out her chest. "He made us super strong, too! Look!"
Lilica pulled up their status screens, projecting the glowing blue windows over the water for us to see:
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📊 [SOL RENA — HIGH ELF SPELLSWORD (LV. 680)]
Status: Bound (Normal Wife Slot 1)
💪 STR: 20,821 | 🛡️ VIT: 5,938 | 🎯 DEX: 66,764 | 🎰 LUK: 37,069
📊 [SOL LILICA — PRIMORDIAL DRAGONKIN (LV. 610)]
Status: Bound (Legal Wife Slot 6)
💪 STR: 142,572 | 🛡️ VIT: 309,650 | 🧠 MIND: 14,021 | 🔮 INT: 31,933
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Lilica wrapped her arms around Rena with a beaming smile. "We're so lucky, right, Sister Rena?!"
"Yes, we are," Rena smiled softly, hugging her back.
Shizuku and I stared at the absurd, world-breaking numbers, our jaws completely slack. "You two... really love him, don't you?"
The bathhouse fell dead quiet. The other girls stopped scrubbing, listening in through the rising steam.
Rena’s gentle smile faded, replaced by an intense, piercing gaze that pinned every girl in the room.
"I do. He is selfless, powerful, and truly good. But what about all of you? Do you actually care about Yuki? Or do you just see him as a convenient savior?"
Her voice cut through the warm steam like ice.
"Back in your world, not a single one of you gave him the time of day. He was invisible to you. To be honest... I find it hard to respect people who couldn't see his worth when he had nothing."
Profound guilt crushed the room. It was the brutal, unvarnished truth—we had completely ignored him back on Earth.
Then Rena dropped the real bomb.
"You should know what he did for you. Back in the void, he stood up to that creator god. He terrified that deity so badly he forced him to grant him a custom skill and a thirty-day head start in this forest."
Rena looked us dead in the eyes.
"He has been fighting alone in this Level 900 death zone for an entire month, carving out this luxury sanctuary just so you would have a safe home when you landed. Despite how you ignored him back home, he swore to keep his classmates alive."
Silence.
A fiery, burning blush rushed to the cheeks of every single girl in the bathhouse. Tears pricked their eyes as the sheer scale of Yuki’s silent, protective devotion hit their hearts like a sledgehammer.
[Sol Yuki's POV]
At the cave entrance, I stopped Genta. His starter leather gear was cracked and practically falling off his broad frame.
"Hold up, Genta. You can't march through a Level 900 death zone looking like a starter mob. Let's fix that."
I reached into my bag and pulled out the top-tier drops from Floor 29:
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🔱 [DIVINE ARTIFACT: ASTRAEA’S VERDICT]
Two-Handed Divine Greataxe forged from a dying star.
STR: +460% | VIT: +210% | MIND: +150%
Etched with glowing violet constellations that blaze with cosmic judgment.
🛡️ [TITAN-FORGE PLATE] – Knockback Immunity, VIT +310%, STR +120%
👟 [TANKER BOOTS] – Terrain Hazard Immunity, DEX +100%
🎗️ [CHAMPION'S BELT] – STR +200%, VIT +200%
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"Here," I said, shoving the star-forged metal into his arms and helping him lock the heavy plates into place. "Try these on."
Genta stood frozen on the moss, staring at the humming violet runes on the greataxe like he was holding a piece of the sun. His jaw hit the floor.
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📊 [GENTA — UNIQUE CLASS: BRUTAL WALL (LV. 15)]
💪 STR: 1,628 (+780% Equipment Buff)
🛡️ VIT: 1,312 (+720% Equipment Buff)
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"Y-Yuki..." Genta stammered, feeling the raw power thrumming in his veins. "What the hell is this?!"
"Endgame gear," I grinned, pulling out a Return Token from my bag. I grabbed his armored shoulder. "Hold on."
FLASH.
The crystal shattered, warping us instantly back to the clearing where we’d obliterated the puppet ambush. The supernatural forest was already repairing itself, strange saplings bursting through the scorched soil.
"Alright," I said, my mind cooling to zero. "Where were Soma and the missing girls?"
Genta’s face hardened. "Down this trail. But brace yourself, Yuki... it's bad."
We pushed through the brush for ten minutes until we broke into the secondary clearing.
My heart turned to ice.
Suzu, Kami, and Mei lay sprawled in the cold dirt. Stripped bare. Each of them had a jagged, violent hole bored clean through their midsections.
I activated [Pluto’s God’s Eye].
The forensic data flooded my vision, making bile rise in my throat:
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⚠️ [CRITICAL FORENSIC SCAN]
• Targets: Suzu, Kami, Mei (Deceased).
🚨 Severe systemic assault and trauma detected prior to execution.
• Remains protected under 'Sovereign of the Slain' laws.
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Swallowing the bitter taste in my mouth, I knelt down, gently closing their glassy eyes one by one. I pulled clean linen sheets from my inventory, covering their bodies with deliberate care.
I stood up, my aura turning pitch-black. "Where's Soma?"
Genta raised a shaking gauntlet, pointing up into the canopy. "There."
High in the branches, Soma’s body was pinned against the trunk by a thick obsidian spike. I locked my cosmic eye onto the corpse—and paused.
No soul traces. Unnatural thermal density.
I pulled a silver throwing knife from my pocket and flicked my wrist.
"Yuki, wait!" Genta yelled, lunging to stop me.
THUNK.
The blade struck the center of the chest. Instantly, the corpse convulsed, the skin melting into a thick, bubbling black sludge that hissed violently as it hit the grass, dissolving into ash.
Genta stumbled back, white-knuckling his greataxe. "What the fuck was that?!"
"A shadow decoy," I said coldly.
Genta’s breath caught in his throat. "A decoy...? Does that mean... Soma is alive? Why would he fake his own death like that?!"
"He picked a specific skill from the board before the god woke up," I muttered, my mind racing. "And it's a dirty one."
I looked down at the three covered girls. I couldn't leave them out here to be eaten by monsters. With a wave of my hand, their remains dissolved into golden particles, stored safely in an isolated, locked inventory slot under the protection of Pluto's Eye.
"Let's check the camp," I said, my eyes narrowing. "Let's find this bastard."
Thirty minutes later, we reached the base camp.
It was a slaughterhouse.
Tents were shredded, logs splintered, and the stench of iron hung heavy in the air. Pluto’s God’s Eye confirmed no ambush puppets were waiting—just cold, lifeless remains.
Genta sprinted past the shattered gate, desperate to find someone alive.
What he found broke him.
One of his athlete friends had been torn in half from the hip down. An otaku boy was charred black from a fire spell. Four other classmates were staked directly to tree trunks, left hanging like trophies.
Genta’s knees buckled. He collapsed into the dirt, clutching his stomach and violently, uncontrollably vomiting into the grass, his massive frame shaking beneath the star-plate armor.
I walked over, resting a quiet, steady hand on his back until his stomach settled. I hated seeing them like this. They were just kids who wanted to go home.
"How... how could anyone do this?!" Genta choked out, wiping his mouth with his gauntlet. "They were just normal guys, Yuki! Why?!"
"Because this isn't high school anymore, Genta," I told him. My voice was quiet and razor-sharp, grounding him in reality. "Earth’s morals don't exist here. Mass murder and cruelty are standard in this world. Now get your head straight and look at the board."
I pulled him up, forcing his bloodshot eyes to meet mine.
"Look at how the barrier broke. Look at the shadow decoy. Think about who's missing from the body count."
Genta froze. The gears turned in his head, connecting the dots. His eyes widened in sheer horror. "You... you don't mean..."
I gave a single, grim nod.
Suddenly, Pluto’s God’s Eye caught a faint, flickering spark of life in the brush at the edge of the clearing.
"Genta, on me! Move!"
We crashed through the ferns, sliding to a stop. Slumped against a rotting log was Kobayashi Ibuki, one of the frontline track guys.
Both of his arms had been hacked off cleanly at the shoulder sockets. Blood pooled heavily beneath his shredded uniform.
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👁️ [TARGET: KOBAYASHI IBUKI (CRITICAL - 1% HP)]
Status: Stabilized via passive skill: [Play Dead].
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"He's alive!" I barked. "He faked his death to survive! Genta—drop the axe, grab his right arm, and hold it flush against the stump!"
Genta snapped into action, pinning the severed right arm to the shoulder while I lined up the left.
Using my cosmic eye's wireframe grid, I aligned the severed bone marrow, nerve clusters, and blood vessels with surgical precision. The second the flesh was flush, I uncorked two God-Elixirs, pouring them down Ibuki's throat.
FLASH!
Golden restorative light exploded over his shoulders. The bone, veins, and muscle fused back together seamlessly, without leaving a single scar. His health bar shot from a dying sliver straight to 100%. I poured a God-Ether down his throat to top off his mana.
Ibuki gasped violently, coughing as his eyes flew open. He stared down at his fully attached, moving fingers in sheer shock.
"Y-Yuki...? Genta...?" he wheezed, tears leaking from his eyes. "The puppet master... it was Soma... he used our friends' bodies..."
"Genta, watch him," I said coldly, stepping back. "I'll handle the camp."
I walked back through the ruins, wrapping our seven dead male classmates in clean cloth and storing them in my bag for a proper burial later.
Returning to Genta and Ibuki, I rested my staff on my shoulder. "We aren't hunting Soma blindly. We don't know his full kit yet. We regroup at the sanctuary, pool our intel, and set a strategy."
Ibuki gritted his teeth, slamming a fist into the dirt. "That bastard butchered everyone, Yuki! How are we letting him walk?!"
Genta put a heavy gauntlet on his shoulder. "Listen to Yuki, man. Breathe. He saved your life."
I pulled out my Return Token, grabbing Genta’s shoulder.
FLASH.
The forest dissolved, warping us straight back to the luxury cave.
At the cave threshold, I held up a hand. "Give me a second, guys. Let me make sure the girls are decent before you walk in."
I stepped inside. A silver blur immediately slammed into my waist.
"Yuki! You're back!" Lilica cheered, wrapping her arms around me, her fluffy dragon pajamas soft against my chest.
I smiled, stroking her silver hair. "Hey, sweetheart. Everything quiet?"
"Completely," Rena said, stepping up from the kitchen with a soft smile. "Did you find anything out there?"
"I'll explain in a minute," I said, leaning in and kissing both of my wives deeply to ground our bond.
Then I looked into the living room—and my brain short-circuited.
All twenty female students were crowded around the stone table, blushing violently, fidgeting, and whispering. Every single one of them was standing there in nothing but their bare underwear.
Bras, panties, smooth thighs, and exposed midriffs everywhere I looked. Thanks to what Rena had told them in the bath, their faces weren't just red from embarrassment—they were looking at me with wide, glistening eyes full of awe, guilt, and profound respect.
"Alright... what's the emergency here?" I asked, keeping my voice smooth and confident as I casually took in the view.
Ridley stepped forward, her face burning crimson, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Y-Yuki... our clothes were completely destroyed during the camp attack. We don't have anything to wear."
"Got it. Easy fix," I said, walking to the table with total swagger.
I reached into my bag, pulling out shimmering bolts of Prismatic Cloth from Floor 29. "What style do you want?"
"Just... loose t-shirts and sleep shorts for now," Ridley stammered, looking away, her ears glowing red. "Anything comfortable."
"No problem," I grinned, pulling out my shears and measuring tape. "One catch, though. My crafting skill strictly requires manual measurements to initialize the pattern. I have to measure your dimensions by hand."
The entire room turned beet-red.
Ridley’s voice squeaked, clutching her shoulders. "Y-You have to measure us... by hand?!"
"Unless you want Genta and Ibuki walking through that door right now to see you like this," I countered smoothly with a wink. "Bedroom. Now. Let's get to work."
Flustered and out of options, the girls hurried into the bedroom.
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📈 [CRAFTING EVOLUTION: MASTER OF ALL TRADES]
✨ [Bedding and Sewing] ascended: Lv. 2 ➔ Lv. 6!
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For the next hour and a half, I systematically measured twenty blushing classmates.
I didn't act like a creep, but thanks to [Sensory Sensitivity (Lv. 1)] and [Heightened Libido (Lv. 1)], I didn't shy away either. My hands were firm, warm, and professional as I wrapped the tape around their narrow waists, measured the swell of their busts, and brushed past their smooth hips. Every single girl trembled, bit her lip, and flushed crimson under my touch, completely overwhelmed by my confidence.
When the bedroom door finally opened, all twenty girls stepped out wearing matching, custom-fitted Prismatic sleep shirts and loose shorts—looking incredibly comfortable, cute, and hopelessly flustered.
Dressed in their new sleepwear, the entire group gathered around the stone table. Ridley and Shizuku sat right at my flanks, their shoulders practically brushing mine.
I activated my lenses, projecting a glowing 3D map above the table. "Alright. Let's look at the board. Ibuki... what did you see before you passed out?"
Ibuki gripped his healed arms, his eyes dark. "It was Soma. He used the delinquent puppets to pin me down, hacked off my arms, and reached for my chest. He was trying to rip something out of my mana core. The only reason he didn't get it is because my [Play Dead] skill cut my vitals."
Rena leaned forward, her brow furrowing. "That matches a forbidden dark art known as [Skill Eater]. It allows the caster to copy skills from targets they kill, but only for a limited number of uses."
Rena’s expression grew grave.
"However... that skill is only half of a cursed loop. If the user of Skill Eater finds and absorbs its sister ability, [Hijack], the system will forcefully evolve his class. He will become a permanent absorber—capable of stealing, copying, and permanently keeping every single skill he touches... including unique cheat skills."
Beside me, Ridley flinched violently.
Her breath hitched, her fingers clutching the fabric of her sleep shorts so hard the seams strained.
Hijack... her mind screamed in pure, unadulterated panic. That's the skill I stole from the board! Soma is hunting for ME!
Through Pluto’s God’s Eye, I tracked her sudden, massive spike in heart rate and the rush of blood to her neck. I didn't call her out. I kept my face smooth, deliberately shielding her secret to prevent a panic.
"Alright, listen up," I clapped my hands, commanding the table. "We shattered his puppet vanguard and exposed his decoy. Soma is laying low, recalculating. He won't risk attacking this cave right now."
I turned to Rena. "Where's the nearest human town?"
Rena tapped the holographic map, highlighting a blue river trail leading south. "Follow the river west out of the inner forest ring. It connects directly to the regional frontier town."
"Good," I nodded. "We eat, we rest, and once everyone’s mana is full, we mobilize and set up an official base in that town."
Ibuki leaned in, jaw set. "And Soma? What happens if he ambushes us on the road?"
I locked eyes with Ibuki. My deadpan glare went cold as sub-zero ice, carrying the absolute, unyielding authority of an apex predator. Ibuki’s breath caught in his throat, his tension dying instantly under the pressure.
"If he steps out of the brush, I turn him into grease," I said, my voice leaving zero room for argument. "We secure our people first. I am the commander here, and I don't lose people. Understood?"
Ibuki swallowed hard, giving a shaky nod. "Understood."
"Good," I said, sliding the massive platters of fried fish and bear croquettes toward the center. "Now eat. Tomorrow, we move."
As midnight settled over the mountain fissure, I put my Earth Magic and [Bedding and Sewing (Lv. 6)] to work.
I carved out a spacious dormitory wing lined with an expansive, elevated stone sleeping platform for the girls, outfitting the entire frame with thick, plush cotton mattresses and warm, insulated quilts. In an adjacent alcove down the hall, I hung two heavy canvas hammocks for the guys.
By the time the last blanket was tucked in, the camp’s exhaustion was absolute. Genta and Ibuki were already dead to the world, their deep snores echoing faintly into the corridor. The twenty girls collapsed onto the massive shared bed, the lingering terror of the morning’s slaughter finally drowned out by pure physical burnout. Within minutes, every single one of them was fast asleep.
With the main living room quiet and dark, I retreated into the privacy of the master suite with Rena and Lilica.
[Takeda Ridley's POV]
The dormitory was pitch-black, but my eyes refused to stay closed.
Every time I drifted off, I saw Soma’s cold, dead smile and those black spikes tearing through our classmates. Beside me, Shizuku was tossing and turning, her breathing shallow and ragged.
Finally, I sat up, throwing off the covers. Shizuku followed immediately, meeting my gaze in the dim cavern light.
"Can't sleep either?" she whispered.
"Not a chance," I murmured, adjusting my sleep shorts. "We need to talk to Yuki about tomorrow. Moving twenty un-leveled high school kids through a Level 900 jungle on foot is suicide unless we have a strict vanguard formation and supply line. It could take days to reach that river."
"Agreed. Let's go find him."
We crept out of the dormitory, our bare feet making zero sound against the smooth stone corridor. Approaching the master bedroom at the far end of the hall, we noticed the heavy timber door was cracked open an inch, spilling a warm sliver of amber lantern light onto the floor.
I raised my hand to give a polite, disciplined student council knock.
Before my knuckles could rap the wood, Shizuku caught my wrist, her eyes widening as she peeked through the gap. Curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned in beside her.
The air vanished from my lungs.
Across the dimly lit chamber, Lilica was sound asleep on the massive stone bed, curled beneath thick bear furs, her moon-silver hair spilled across the mattress.
Against the far wall stood Yuki and Rena.
Rena was wearing the exact sheer, gossamer nightgown Yuki had crafted for her earlier—and from this angle, it left almost nothing to the imagination. The delicate white fabric clung snugly to her breathtaking curves, completely translucent under the lantern light. Her long, toned elven legs were wrapped tightly around Yuki’s waist, locking her hips flush against his thighs as he effortlessly held her suspended off the floor with two strong hands anchored under her thighs.
Her delicate silk strap had slipped down past her shoulder, leaving the soft, porcelain curve of her full breast completely bare in the dim light.
Yuki had her pinned firmly against the smooth stone wall, their mouths locked in a deep, ravenous kiss. It wasn't gentle—it was hungry, possessive, and dripping with raw passion.
Yuki pulled back just an inch, his chest heaving, his lips trailing down the elegant line of her jaw to the sensitive, trembling tip of her pointed ear. He took the flushed edge between his teeth, giving it a slow, deliberate nibble.
A breathy, shuddering gasp broke from Rena’s lips. Her head fell back against the stone, her emerald eyes heavy with desire as her fingers tangled desperately into his dark hair.
"I'm going to miss having you all to myself like this for the next week," Yuki murmured, his voice a low, raspy rumble against her neck. "Once we're escorting the class down that river, quiet moments are going to be hard to come by."
"You don't have to miss a thing, Yuki..." Rena whispered back sweetly, breathless, her hips pressing harder against him. "I'm your weapon and your wife. I'll be right at your side the entire time."
She leaned in, pulling his mouth back to hers with hungry desperation.
Suddenly, a brilliant neon banner flared in the center of the room, casting an electric blue glow over their tangled bodies:
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✨ [HAREM NETWORK: PROMOTION CONFIRMED]
• Target Bound: Rena Sol
• Status Ascension: Normal Wife Slot 1 ➔ 👑 [Legal Wife Slot 1]!
📊 Active Roster:
👑 Legal Wives: 2 / 7 (Max Cap: 15)
💖 Normal Wives: 0 / 49
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Yuki pulled his mouth away with an amused, low chuckle, reading the floating text.
"Well, look at that," he murmured, his voice dripping with smooth swagger as his lips brushed her collarbone. "You just got promoted to Legal Wife Number One, Rena."
His left hand slid up from her thigh, moving deliberately over her ribcage to firmly, boldly palm the warm, exposed swell of her bare breast, his fingers teasing the sensitive crest.
Rena let out a sharp, trembling moan, arching straight into his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
Watching the raw, scandalous heat unfolding three feet in front of us, Shizuku and I were paralyzed. It was so intense, so deeply anchored in absolute devotion, that it felt like an electric shock to my own chest.
Shizuku’s brain completely short-circuited. Her face was blazing scarlet, her breathing wild. She backed away in pure panic, her heel catching awkwardly on the polished stone floor.
"Whoa—!"
Shizuku toppled sideways, slamming her entire weight directly into my shoulder.
Our momentum hurled us forward. The latch gave way, and the heavy bedroom door flew inward with a thunderous SLAM.
Both of us went sprawling flat on our faces across Yuki’s bedroom floorboards, our bare limbs tangled in a mortifying heap right in the middle of their private session.
The room fell dead silent.
I slowly lifted my head from the stone, my cheeks burning so hot they felt scorched. Shizuku was groaning beside me, clutching her forehead.
Above us, Yuki and Rena were looking down, both wearing matching, thoroughly amused smirks.
"Well, well," Yuki chuckled smoothly, not a single trace of shame in his voice. "Seems we have a couple of perverted little peeping toms."
He gently lowered Rena to her feet. The High Elf stepped down with total grace, fluidly pulling the sheer strap back over her shoulder and smoothing the gossamer fabric over her hips. Instead of being furious, she gave Yuki one last lingering, breathless peck on the lips, then walked over to where Shizuku and I were scrambling to untangle ourselves.
Rena offered both of us a slender hand, helping us to our feet. As she pulled me up, she leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered softly:
"Make sure you truly love him after he explains everything."
Before Shizuku or I could ask what that meant, Rena stepped back to Yuki’s side, placed her hands over her heart, and dissolved into a dazzling swirl of emerald and white particle light. She vanished directly into the [Heartwood Spine] staff to recharge her timer.
Yuki stretched his arms with a casual sigh, picking up the living wood and hanging it onto the reinforced rack above his stone headboard.
He turned back to us, crossing his arms and raising a brow. "Alright, ladies. Want to tell me why you were eavesdropping at my door at midnight?"
Shizuku and I were burning bright crimson, our eyes desperately darting anywhere except the massive bed.
"W-We weren't spying!" I stammered, my commanding student council persona completely shattered. "We just... we needed to talk about the trek tomorrow! Pushing twenty untrained high schoolers through a Level 900 jungle is going to take days! We needed to set a marching order and check our rations!"
"Right. Very professional," Yuki nodded, his voice deadpan and amused.
Instead of lecturing us or heading to the kitchen, Yuki walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, casually patting the sleeping Lilica on the head. In her sleep, the tiny dragon girl let out a contented hum, her silver-scaled tail lazily flicking out from the furs and wrapping loosely around Yuki's waist, anchoring him to the mattress.
Yuki looked up at us, his dark eyes sharp and utterly confident. He gave a slight, two-fingered wave. "Come here."
Shizuku and I swallowed hard, our hearts pounding against our ribs as we nervously took two small steps toward the bed.
The second we were within arm's reach, Yuki didn't hesitate.
His hands shot out. His palms locked firmly around our slender hips, his grip strong, warm, and entirely unyielding. Before either of us could gasp or pull away, he pulled both of us straight down into his lap to ground our panic.
"Eep!"
We landed flush across his thighs—me on his left, Shizuku on his right.
Our bare legs pressed against his trousers, our hips locked against his torso. The raw, masculine heat radiating from him was intoxicating, and my face went so hot I thought my head might explode. Shizuku froze like a deer in headlights, her breath shuddering as Yuki’s arm wrapped securely around our waists, keeping us pinned firmly against his chest.
"Relax," Yuki murmured, completely unbothered by the fact that he was holding two of the prettiest girls from our high school class on his lap in their sleepwear. "Nobody's biting."
With a flick of his free hand, he swiped the air.
A brilliant, gold-bordered holographic interface ignited in the dark, expanding right in front of our wide, trembling eyes.
"You wanted to know the logistics for tomorrow?" Yuki smiled, his voice dropping into a low, steady rumble right beside our ears. "Let's talk about the board."