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Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sharp, sudden sound of knuckles striking wood shattered the tension in the bedroom like a pane of fragile glass.
Rito and Momo both froze, their heads snapping toward the closed bedroom door. The erotic atmosphere that Momo had painstakingly woven over the last few minutes evaporated in a single instant.
"Yuuki Rito! Are you awake in there?!"
Nana's irritable voice filtered through the door, immediately accompanied by the sound of the doorknob jiggling aggressively against the lock.
"I heard noises coming from your room! I know you're not asleep! Open this door right now!"
Rito's golden-brown eyes widened in panic. His brain, which had just been melting under the seductive purr of the Third Princess straddling him, suddenly went into emergency overdrive.
'Nana?! Why is she here now?!' Rito screamed internally, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.
He looked down at Momo. She was sitting on the edge of his futon, wearing a translucent nightgown that clung dangerously to her incredibly soft, pillowy breasts. Her pink areolas were visibly pressing against the thin silk, and the hem of the garment rode high up on her thighs.
If Nana, the fiery, easily flustered tsundere who had just earlier today screamed at him for the accidental mix bathing, walked in and found her twin sister half-naked in his bedroom in the middle of the night... it wouldn't just be a misunderstanding. It would be a bloodbath. Nana would likely once again call him a beast and summon an actual alien beast right into the room to tear him apart.
"Momo-san, you have to hide!" Rito whispered frantically, his voice cracking with desperation.
He didn't even wait for her to agree. Driven purely by adrenaline and tension, Rito lunged forward. He scooped Momo up directly into his arms, lifting her light, delicate frame effortlessly off the mattress.
"Oh my!" Momo gasped softly, genuinely surprised for a fraction of a second as she found herself suddenly airborne, her arms reflexively wrapping around Rito's neck.
However, unlike Rito, Momo didn't panic in the slightest upon hearing her angry twin sister outside the door. Instead, a thrilling wave of amusement washed over her.
As Rito carried her across the room in a frantic rush, Momo deliberately pressed her soft breasts flush against his chest. She giggled softly against his collarbone, the melodic sound vibrating against his skin.
"Fufufu... my, my, Rito-san," Momo teased, her voice a sultry, ticklish whisper directly into his ear. "You're rushing around so frantically. You look exactly like a guilty husband desperately trying to hide his secret mistress before his wife catches him in the act."
"P-Please don't joke about this right now, Momo-san!" Rito pleaded, his face exploding into a shade of crimson at the incredibly accurate and indecent comparison. "Nana-san will literally attack me if she sees you dressed like this in here!"
He reached the far wall of his bedroom and yanked open the standard, double-hinged wooden doors of his built-in closet.
The space inside was narrow and dark, primarily packed tightly with Rito's hanging school uniforms, casual jackets, and stacked storage boxes. Rito quickly spotted an empty vertical gap on the right side where he used to hang his winter coats.
"Just stay in here and keep quiet for a minute! I'll get rid of her as fast as I can!" Rito whispered hurriedly, practically shoving the giggling alien princess into that space.
"Do your best, darling~," Momo purred one last time before Rito slammed the hinged closet doors completely shut, plunging her into total darkness.
Rito spun around on his heel, sprinting back across the room. He dove onto his futon just as the doorknob rattled violently again.
"Yuuki Rito! I'm going to kick this door down if you don't answer!" Nana threatened loudly from the hallway.
Rito hastily grabbed the thick duvet, throwing the blanket entirely over his lap and pulling it up to his waist. He desperately needed to conceal the erection that was still tenting his boxers from Momo's earlier seduction.
Taking a deep, shaky breath to steady his racing heart, Rito cleared his throat.
"I-I'm awake! The door is unlocked, Nana-san! Come in!" Rito called out, trying to force his voice to sound as groggy and natural as possible.
Click.
The lock turned, and the bedroom door slid open with a soft whoosh.
Nana Astar Deviluke stepped into the room, the door slamming shut behind her back.
She looked entirely different from her usual, aggressive, combat-ready self. She was wearing a very cute, slightly rumpled, oversized pajama set covered in a pattern of tiny cartoon stars. The collar of the loose shirt was slipping slightly off her left shoulder, revealing a smooth expanse of pale skin. Her signature twin-tails were messy and uneven, and she was vigorously rubbing one of her sleepy violet eyes with the back of her hand.
Despite her adorable appearance, her expression was a mixture of deep annoyance and frustration.
"Finally," Nana grumbled, dropping her hand from her eye and placing both hands firmly on her hips. "Were you deaf in there? I've been knocking for a minute straight."
"Sorry about that," Rito offered an apologetic smile from beneath the blanket. "I was... playing games on my phone. So, it took me a moment to realize that someone was at my door. What's wrong, Nana-san? You know it's the middle of the night, right?"
"I know what time it is," Nana snapped, pouting slightly as she took a few steps further into the room. "I came here to ask if you've seen Momo. I woke up in our room inside ane-ue's dimensional space, and her bed was completely empty. My stupid twin was just... gone."
…
Inside the dark, cramped confines of the built-in closet, Momo stood perfectly still.
The space was enough for her to stand there comfortably; her back was leaned against the wooden backboard.
At first, she simply listened to her sister's muffled complaints from outside. But within a couple of minutes, the nature of her hiding spot began to aggressively assault her heightened Devilukean senses.
It was dark, and the air circulation was minimal. But more importantly, she was completely surrounded by Rito's clothes.
Momo's breath hitched in the darkness.
The memory of what she had witnessed through the keyhole — Rito relentlessly pounding Mikan for hours, flooding his sister with that thick, heavy seed, came crashing back into the forefront of her mind with devastating clarity.
'Oh... dear...' Momo thought, her pupils dilating in the pitch-black space.
Without meaning to, she reached out and grabbed the sleeve of one of Rito's casual button-down shirts hanging right beside her face. She pulled the soft fabric directly against her nose and mouth.
Sniiiiiiiff.
She inhaled deeply, burying her face into the fabric.
A wave of heat instantly plummeted straight to her lower stomach. Her legs trembled, and she unconsciously squeezed her thighs tightly together.
…
Meanwhile, out in the bedroom, Rito was fighting his own desperate battle.
"M-Momo-san?" Rito echoed, forcing a look of complete confusion onto his face. He gripped the edges of the blanket tightly. "Uh, no. I haven't seen her at all. Why would she be in here? I've just been playing games and was going to sleep."
He was trying his absolute best to act natural, but it was failing. His posture was rigid, his back stiff as a board against the pillows. A fresh, noticeable bead of sweat rolled down his temple.
Nana's violet eyes narrowed suspiciously.
She didn't immediately start tearing the room apart or searching under the bed, but from her spot in the middle of the floor, she slowly rotated her head, taking a sweeping look around the dimly lit bedroom.
"Are you sure?" Nana asked, her tone dripping with scepticism. She crossed her arms tighter over her chest. "Because I could have sworn I heard voices coming from your room when I was walking down the hallway. It sounded like someone was talking."
"V-Voices?!" Rito squeaked, his voice pitching an octave too high. "Y-You must have been hearing things, Nana-san! The house is old, the wood creaks! Or maybe... maybe it was the TV downstairs?"
"The TV is off," Nana countered flatly, her eyes locking back onto his sweating face. "And it didn't sound like wood creaking. It sounded like whispering, as far as I know, Earth doesn't have multiplayer mobile games which allow voice communication. Also, why are you sweating so much if you were just playing games, Yuuki Rito?"
Rito swallowed a massive lump in his throat. He was quite honest by nature. The art of constructing a believable lie on the spot was literally taxing him.
"I... I always sweat a little when I play games! They are quite competitive y'know!" Rito lied desperately, his hands shaking slightly under the blanket as his raging erection pulsed uncomfortably against his stomach. "And as for the talking... I was just talking to myself! Yeah! I do that all the time when playing hard games!"
Nana stared at him. She stared at his rigid shoulders, his flushed face, and the way his eyes kept darting nervously around.
The silence stretched out, thick and heavy.
Rito felt his resolve crumbling. He simply couldn't continue lying to her face like this. It felt wrong, and more importantly, he was terrible at it. The guilt of deceiving her, combined with the panic of having Momo currently being hidden in his closet, finally broke him down.
"Fine, fine," Rito sighed heavily, dropping his head and reaching up to nervously rub the back of his neck with a trembling hand.
He decided he would just tell her the truth. He would explain that Momo had come in to ask some weird questions, that nothing had happened, and that he had only hidden her because he didn't want Nana to get the wrong idea.
"Listen, Nana-san," Rito began, his voice taking on a softer and sheepish tone. "I can give you an answer about what's going on. But... I really hope that you don't misunderstand anything when I tell you."
It was supposed to be a calming, pre-emptive defense.
But to Nana, a girl with a fierce temper and an incredibly active imagination, that specific phrasing was the absolute worst thing he could have possibly said.
'Don't misunderstand anything?' Nana's brain echoed, her thoughts immediately spiralling completely out of control.
Her mind aggressively flashed back to the events of the expanded hot spring earlier that evening. She remembered the sight of Rito's body breaking the surface of the water, and how Run and Haruna had clung to his arms.
But most vividly of all, she remembered exactly what Momo had said as Rito scrambled out of the bath.
"What a wonderful view. Rito-san really does have a spectacularly firm backside, doesn't he? One could just bite it."
Nana's eyes widened to the size of saucers. Her breath caught in her throat as a terrifying, highly explicit scenario painted itself across her imagination. Momo had explicitly complimented his body. Momo was a known tease. And now Momo was missing in the middle of the night, while Rito was sitting in his bed, sweating, rigid, and begging her not to "misunderstand".
The conclusion her brain reached was…
A blush erupted across Nana's entire face. Steam practically whistled out of her head.
"Y-Y-Y-You..." Nana stammered, her entire body trembling violently as she raised a shaking finger, pointing it directly at Rito.
"YOU PERVERTED BEAST!" Nana shrieked, her voice cracking with a mixture of immense outrage and overwhelming embarrassment.
"N-Nana-san?!" Rito gasped, recoiling backward against his pillows.
"Don't you dare try to play innocent with me!" Nana yelled, stomping her foot on the floor. "I know exactly what happened! Momo complimented you in the bath, and you couldn't control your beastly urges! You dragged my sister in here in the middle of the night and did something incredibly lewd to her, didn't you?!"
"W-WHAT?!" Rito yelled, his jaw dropping in sheer horror. He frantically pulled his hands out from under the blanket, waving them wildly in the air in front of him. "No! No, no, no! That's completely wrong! I didn't do anything to Momo-san!"
"Liar!" Nana accused, stepping closer to the foot of his futon, her face still burning a bright cherry-red. "Then why are you sweating while covering your body with a blanket?! Why are you telling me not to misunderstand?! You clearly did something lewd to her, and now you're trying to cover it up!"
"I swear I didn't!" Rito pleaded, his golden-brown eyes wide and desperate. "I haven't done anything lewd to her! If you just calm down and listen to me, I can explain the entire thing perfectly clearly!"
Nana paused, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily through her nose. The desperate honesty radiating from Rito's face gave her a split second of pause. As much as she called him a beast, a tiny part of her knew by now that he wasn't the type to force himself on someone.
"Fine!" Nana huffed, her face still completely red.
She leaned in, stepping right up to the edge of his bed. She glared down at him, her violet eyes flashing with demanding intensity, giving him one single chance to clear his name.
"Then tell me the truth, Yuuki Rito!" Nana demanded, her voice firm. "Where exactly is Momo right now?!"
Rito took a deep, shaky breath. He opened his mouth, preparing to point to the closet and reveal the hiding princess, bracing himself for the inevitable shouting match that would follow.
"She's—"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The heavy, distinct sound of knuckles striking the bedroom door echoed through the room for the second time that night.
Rito's voice died in his throat. His jaw snapped shut.
Nana froze instantly, her angry posture stiffening as she turned her head to stare at the closed wooden door.
Inside the closet, Momo paused her heavy breathing, pulling her face away from Rito's shirt, her purple eyes widening in the pitch-black space.
The silence in the bedroom became absolutely deafening.
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