After the Silver Squad incident, Mo Wang's life seemed to return to a semblance of peace. But in reality, it had been turned completely upside down.
For example... right now.
The hole in the video store had been repaired by Belobog Heavy Industries. However, the store was now occupied by three white-haired girls, locked in a fierce staredown.
Belle, meanwhile, was giving her brother a look one might reserve for human garbage.
"What is going on here?" Mo Wang rubbed his temples. He had never experienced such a tragic shuraba—a messy, dramatic confrontation—in any of his other lives.
"Cui Ji! How dare you show your face here!" Number 11 snarled, her weapon pointed at Cui Ji.
"What's wrong, my dear little sister?" Cui Ji purred, completely unfazed. "Is this how you greet your older sister after so long? Or are you just jealous of my perfect face?"
"Bah! You're no sister of mine!" Number 11 snapped. "And we look exactly the same! Why would I be jealous of you?"
"Oh? So you're jealous of my relationship with the Master?" Cui Ji said, draping herself over Mo Wang.
"Y-you shameless hussy!" Number 11 trembled with rage. "Calling him 'Master'... how could you be so shameless!"
"Oh my, my dear sister," Cui Ji purred, imitating Number 11's voice from the other day. "Wasn't it you who said you wanted to be Mo Wang's tool? 'I will be your sharpest weapon'—who said that, I wonder?"
"Th-that's..." Number 11's face turned beet red. "That was professional loyalty! It's completely different from your... your shameless form of address!"
"Oh?" Cui Ji twirled a lock of Mo Wang's hair around her finger. "But the way you're blushing doesn't look very 'professional' to me~"
"I'll kill you!"
"Come at me~"
"Um... we're all sisters, let's just talk things out..." Anby said, standing awkwardly between them.
"Anby, you shut up!" Number 11 glared at her. "I haven't forgotten about you secretly bringing Mo Wang a bento box!"
"Th-that was just to thank him for his help!" Anby yelped.
Mo Wang sat frozen in his chair, feeling three pairs of eyes drilling into him. "Um... maybe we should..."
"You shut up!" the three white-haired girls shouted in unison.
Belle, munching on a bag of chips, looked at him with a gaze of utter contempt. "Brother, since when did you become a light novel protagonist?"
"This isn't my fault!" he wailed. He had no idea how things had gotten to this point. For the past few days, the three of them had been showing up at his store as if they had coordinated it.
What is this, a tragic shuraba between my rumored girlfriend and my sisters-in-law? Most guys would be in heaven, but Mo Wang, who was currently only focused on making money, was just annoyed.
He decided to consult his brothers in the chat group.
[A Certain Video Store Owner]: Bros, I'm in big trouble! Help me! (Crying.jpg)
[A Certain Hyperion's King of Slacking]: What's wrong? Did the strongest fox girl find out you're the secret final boss and is now trying to kill you?
[A Certain Teyvat Blondie]: Did you cause too much trouble and are now wanted by the entire city?
[A Certain Savior of Human Order]: I think he probably flirted with too many girls and is about to get the "Makoto Itou" treatment. But considering his situation, I doubt it.
[A Certain Video Store Owner]: My... my house is overflowing with white-haired girls, and they're having a shuraba! (Crying.jpg)
[A Certain Train's Trash King]: ?
[A Certain King of Kivotos]: ???
[A Certain Mankind's Strongest Martial Arts Genius]: "Overflowing with white-haired girls," he says.
[A Certain Strongest Demon Lord]: What? A white-haired shuraba?! A triplet-sister shuraba?! The thing we Mo Wangs dream of?!
[A Certain Hyperion's King of Slacking]: Damn you! Why do you get to experience such a wonderful thing! I've only managed to conquer one white-haired girl, and you're already on this level!
[A Certain Ark's Succubus]: To be precise, it's more than just three.
[A Certain Soul Player Aspiring to be the King of Games]: Death penalty! No lewding!
[A Certain Little Red Cap Destined to be a Chick Magnet]: Death penalty! He must die! All the bros are still single, and you're talking about this? Is that appropriate?
[A Certain Hottest Pokémon Trainer]: Tsk, how did we end up with someone like this among us?
[A Certain DFO's Salted Fish]: Feed me peanuts! Feed me peanuts!
[A Certain Monster Girl Slayer]: Sigh, some of us are already playing on such a high level, while others haven't even cleared the tutorial.
[A Certain Dumbface Rookie Knight Who Loves the Little Princess]: This content is disturbing. I suggest deleting it.
[A Certain Video Store Owner]: No! I'm serious! They're making a racket in my store, and I can't even do business!
[A Certain Train's Trash King]: Heh, I suggest you fck them all. If everyone fcks, there won't be any shuraba.
[A Certain King of Kivotos]: That's right, can't you learn from Lord Caesar? At least if you f*ck a lot, we can get some good doujins out of it.
[A Certain Mankind's Strongest Martial Arts Genius]: Yeah, yeah, you're already the protagonist. Why are you still thinking about making money? This is a power fantasy, you know.
[A Certain Video Store Owner]: No, your minds are too dirty! Can't you give me some normal advice?
[A Certain Mankind's Strongest Martial Arts Genius]: Since when have we Mo Wangs ever been "normal"? (Nose-picking.jpg)
[A Certain Strongest Demon Lord]: Trust me, bro, a shuraba is just a few girls fighting for your attention. As long as you tire them out so they have no energy left to cause trouble, the so-called shuraba will disappear.
[A Certain Ark's Succubus]: Whoa, that actually makes sense. As expected of Lord Caesar!
[A Certain Soul Player Aspiring to be the King of Games]: But the prerequisite is that you have a pair of indestructible Balls (smirk.jpg)
Looking at the old perverts in the group, Mo Wang felt they were a lost cause. Listening to the three of them still arguing, he decided he'd had enough and headed upstairs with a headache.
The moment he left, the three sisters fell silent.
"Um… did we go a little too far with the fighting?" Anby asked, watching him go with worry in her eyes.
"Is he… angry?"
At Anby's words, even the perpetually bickering Number 11 and Cui Ji looked concerned.
"Hohoho, Brother just couldn't take it anymore. It's not that serious," Belle said, walking over to hug her good friend Anby. "But I have a way to cheer him up."
Belle then began to whisper her plan to Number 11 and Anby. The more they listened, the redder their faces became.
…
Up in his room, Mo Wang was just about to start a game when he heard a soft knock on the door.
"C-come in…"
Before he could finish, the door creaked open. Anby's fluffy white head peeked in first, her cowlick twitching nervously, her cheeks as red as ripe apples.
"U-um…" she stammered, but was suddenly pushed from behind. She stumbled into the room, revealing Number 11 behind her, also dressed in a maid outfit—and shockingly, she had taken off her ever-present windbreaker goggles.
Clatter.
Mo Wang's controller fell to the floor. The Number 11 before him had the same delicate features as Cui Ji and Anby, but with a more heroic air about her. She tugged awkwardly at her skirt, her silver-white eyelashes fluttering.
"Belle said…" Number 11's voice was barely a whisper, "that this would make you happy…"
Anby shakily held up a tray, the teacups on it rattling. "W-we made tea!" As she spoke, she stumbled, splashing tea onto Number 11's skirt.
"You idiot!" Number 11 instantly reverted to her usual fierce demeanor, but then wilted under Mo Wang's astonished gaze. "…It was Belle's idea anyway," she muttered.
Mo Wang's eyes darted between the two of them. Anby, in her lacy maid outfit, looked like a frightened little animal, while Number 11 resembled a feral cat forced into a collar, exuding a powerful "laugh and I'll kill you" aura.
"You two…" Mo Wang swallowed hard. "Maybe you should change back into…"
"No!" a cheerful shout came from downstairs. "Brother has to pick his favorite maid! Or I'll lock you in the room with them!"
It was followed by Cui Ji's mischievous laughter. "I bet 100 Deni on Anby~"
"Then I'll bet on Number 11," Belle's voice echoed back.
"Well then, you can come in," Mo Wang said, suppressing the urge to storm downstairs and give his little sister a piece of his mind.
"Um, Master, would you like a massage service, meow~"
"A massage? You know how to do that?" Mo Wang asked, looking at Anby in surprise.
"You… you said before that you were tired from work, so… I went and learned how," Anby stammered.
"I guess I did say something like that."
Anby's soft fingers landed gently on his shoulders, her touch light and hesitant. "I-is this okay?" she whispered, her warm breath tickling his ear. "I followed a video tutorial for three days…"
"Mmm, it's comfortable," he said, closing his eyes.
Number 11, who had been kneeling beside them, suddenly grabbed his right arm, her movements as stiff as if she were disarming a bomb.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"A-a massage, obviously!" she yelled, her face red, though she immediately lightened her grip. "If Anby can do it, so can I…"
A small smile played on Anby's lips as her fingers moved down his spine. As his tense muscles began to relax, she grew bolder, her palms tracing circles on his shoulder blades.
"Mo Wang…" she whispered, "were you… angry before? About our fight?"
"No," he said, opening his eyes slightly. "I just thought you two were…"
"Don't you dare say we were being childish!" Number 11 suddenly pinched him.
"Ow, ow, ow!" he yelped. "I was going to say you were very energetic!"
Anby giggled, her fingers unconsciously straying to his waist. She suddenly realized her palm was resting on a patch of warm skin—his shirt had ridden up.
"Ah! I'm sorry!" She snatched her hand back as if she'd been burned, her elbow bumping into Number 11.
"Watch it!" Number 11 yelped, and in the ensuing chaos, she lost her balance and fell forward, pressing her upper body onto his lap.
As they scrambled, Anby's fingers accidentally brushed against a certain… dangerous area. Mo Wang shot upright, nearly headbutting Number 11.
"Wait! Is… is this also part of the massage?" he asked, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at Anby's hovering hand.
Anby's ears turned crimson. "Nicole said… she said the online tutorial had this step… to… relieve fatigue…"
"Huh? I didn't see anything like—" Number 11 started, then her face turned a deep shade of red. "D-don't tell me you two were…"
Hearing Anby's explanation, Mo Wang was at a loss for words. That old pervert Nicole… did she actually show Anby that kind of video?
As the two girls lowered their heads in embarrassment, the long-dormant voice of Caesar Mo Wang appeared in his mind. "Do not be afraid! The best way to face a difficult situation is to solve it with your little brother."
"Trust me, use your little brother!"
The voice was like a siren's call. At the same time, the long-slumbering Paths of Lust and Propagation surged forth, vying for dominance.
With the two girls crying out in surprise, Mo Wang pounced on them like a wild beast. Then, looking at the two girls who were like little white rabbits, he completely transformed into the big bad wolf.
He began tearing at the rabbits' outer fur, and with the appearance of blood, the big bad wolf's eyes turned completely red with killing intent.
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"H-how did things progress so quickly?" Cui Ji muttered from downstairs, and then glanced at Belle.
The instigator, Belle, wasn't in much better shape.
"But… if things progressed this fast, I guess you could say… the plan was a success?" she murmured.
The two girls exchanged a look and, without another word, headed for the bathroom.
As for what Mo Wang's family life would become after this day, no one knew.