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I should've known peace wouldn't last more than five minutes.
The second we stepped back into the Earth realm—and more specifically, my mansion—it felt like the oxygen got replaced with tension.
Not just regular tension. Harem tension.
The kind that wraps around your throat and whispers: You're not sleeping tonight, buddy.
The girls fanned out across the massive living room, each one eyeing the others like a lioness guarding her territory.
Akane had her arms folded, leaning against the wall like a dormant volcano.
Rin slumped onto the couch, flicking through the TV with the remote—but the way her jaw clenched every time Elira touched me told me she wasn't watching a damn thing.
Mei was inspecting every inch of the place, muttering "security breaches" and "escape routes" like she was preparing for a siege.
Ayame… was already upstairs.
Plotting.
