Knock. Knock. Knock.
Rito and Nana both froze entirely, their heads snapping toward the closed bedroom door.
Nana's breath hitched violently in her throat. Her violet eyes widened to the size of saucers as the immediate reality of her situation crashed down upon her shoulders. She was standing in the middle of a teenage boy's bedroom, in the dead of night, wearing nothing but her slightly rumpled, oversized pajamas.
'W-What if someone sees me like this?!' Nana screamed internally, horror washing over her. 'If the one outside open that door and see me in here, looking like a total mess, at this hour... they'll think I snuck in to do something shameless with this beast! My reputation as a proper princess will be ruined forever!'
Rito, equally terrified but for entirely different reasons, felt a cold sweat break out across his forehead. He didn't know exactly who was standing on the other side of that door, but he knew one thing for absolute certain: he could not let anyone walk in and cause a misunderstanding for Nana. The poor girl was already on the verge of spontaneous combustion just from being in his room.
His survival instincts, honed by months of chaotic harem management, violently kicked in. Bypassing all logic and reason, Rito abandoned his spot on the futon.
He lunged forward with his enhanced, superhuman speed.
"Hya—?!"
Before Nana could even form a single word of protest, Rito grabbed the squeaking, flustered princess firmly by her slender waist. He hoisted her lightly off her feet and practically shoved her straight toward the right side of the room. He threw the heavy wooden doors of his built-in closet wide open and unceremoniously pushed her directly into the dark, narrow space.
Nana crashed into the pitch-black darkness, bracing her hands and expecting her face to collide with the hard, wooden backboard of the closet.
Instead, her front collided with something incredibly warm, smooth, and soft.
Squish.
Nana blinked in the darkness. The object she had just crashed into yielded perfectly against her own flat chest. A split second later, a wave of an incredibly familiar, expensive floral shampoo filled her nose.
SLAM.
The closet doors were shut from the outside, sealing Nana in total darkness.
Inside the cramped, vertical space, Momo didn't miss a single beat.
Because the space was so narrow, the two twin sisters were pressed against each other, standing perfectly face-to-face. Momo seamlessly raised her arms, wrapping them lightly but securely around her flustered, trembling twin sister's waist. Their fronts were touching intimately, Momo's soft, pillowy breasts pressing directly against Nana's chest through the thin silk of her nightgown and Nana's cotton pajamas.
"Oh my," Momo whispered, her voice a sultry, melodic purr that vibrated directly against Nana's collarbone. "Fancy meeting you in here, Nana. Did you come looking for a late-night snuggle in Rito-san's closet too?"
Nana's brain completely short-circuited.
For a fraction of a second, hearing someone speak in that dark closet, pure terror gripped her. Then, realization dawned. She felt the silk of the nightgown, the unmistakable softness, and recognized the teasing undertone of the greeting.
'M-Momo?! She was in here?!' Nana thought, her face burning hotter than a furnace. 'That beast... he was trying to tell me she was in here before the knock interrupted him!'
Nana opened her mouth, her sharp fangs baring in the dark as she prepared to unleash a furious shriek at her sister for putting her in this incredibly compromising situation. She drew in a deep breath, ready to demand to know exactly why Momo was half-naked in Rito's closet.
But just as the first syllable began to form in her throat, Momo expertly anticipated her twin's explosive reaction.
Momo raised her hand in the dark. She gently pressed her soft index finger directly against Nana's trembling lips.
"Ssshhh," Momo shushed her softly, leaning in until her breath ghosted over Nana's ear. "Keep your voice down, Nana. Unless you want whoever is standing outside that door to catch both the Second and Third Princesses of Deviluke hiding in their brother-in-law's closet in the middle of the night. How scandalous would that be?"
Nana clamped her mouth shut instantly. She bit down hard on her own lower lip, swallowing the shriek that threatened to tear from her throat. Her entire body shook with repressed anger and embarrassment, but Momo's logic was flawless. If they were caught now, there would be absolutely no way to explain it.
Obediently, Nana fell silent. She shifted slightly in Momo's arms, turning her head just enough to press her face near the thin, slatted louvers of the wooden closet door, joining Momo to peek through the tiny gaps to see exactly who was outside and what was about to happen.
…
Inside Mikan's bedroom, the atmosphere was perfectly quiet. Run and Haruna were fast asleep downstairs in the guest room, but here on the second floor, Yami was sharing the space with Mikan, Sachie, and Mami.
Lying on her designated futon near the window, Golden Darkness was wide awake. Her enhanced assassin hearing was currently acting as a curse rather than a blessing.
Through the walls and down the hallway, her sharp ears were picking up the sounds, but Yami lay perfectly stiff beneath her blankets.
Instead of her usual instinct to investigate a potential threat, Yami chose to completely ignore the commotion. She squeezed her red eyes shut.
'He is doing it again...' Yami thought, her heart hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs.
Her mind flashed back to the secluded rocky cove at the beach.
Yami assumed, without a shadow of a doubt, that Rito was probably dragging yet another girl into his bed for a shameless midnight session.
A scorching blush exploded across her pale cheeks. Beneath her simple sleepwear, her body betrayed her assassin training completely. An involuntary wave of hot wetness flooded her panties, soaking the cotton fabric against her sensitive cleft as her overactive imagination supplied vivid images of what the Harem King was supposedly doing just down the hall.
Panic and uninvited lust warred in her chest.
Yami frantically reached up, pulling the thick futon covers entirely over her head until she was completely buried in the darkness. She clamped both of her hands tightly over her ears, desperate to block out any further muffled noises.
"I hate ecchi people..." Yami chanted quietly under her breath, her small body trembling violently under the blankets. "I hate ecchi people... I hate ecchi people..."
She repeated the mantra endlessly, trying desperately to block out the imaginary indecency that was causing her core to throb so painfully.
…
Back in Rito's room, having successfully shoved Nana into the closet, Rito spun around. He had no time to gloss over the fact that Momo was there too, and given her teasing nature, she might not clear up any misunderstanding Nana would have seeing her there. He dove frantically through the air, crashing down onto his bed just as the door began to open.
Click.
The bedroom door opened fully, revealing three figures standing in the dimly lit hallway.
Mikan stood in the center, flanked on either side by Sachie and Mami. All three girls were dressed in their respective sleepwear.
Mikan stepped into the room, crossing her arms firmly under her chest. Her sharp, gold-brown eyes immediately began scanning the bedroom like a hawk.
"Rito, we heard some noise," Mikan stated flatly, her gaze sweeping over Rito's rigid form.
Sachie and Mami peered around from behind Mikan's shoulders, their eyes darting around the shadows of the room.
"I heard thudding and noises from the hallway," Mikan explained, taking another step inside. "I was going to wake up Yami-chan to come check with me so I wouldn't be walking around the dark house alone, but... she looked a little unwell. She was buried under her blankets, shivering and muttering something constantly to herself. I didn't want to disturb her."
Mikan sighed, shaking her head. "So, I woke up Sachie instead to come with me. Mami also woke up while I was shaking Sachie, so she decided to join us. It was only when we got out into the hallway that I realized the source of the commotion was coming directly from your room, Rito."
Mikan stopped at the edge of his bed, looking down at him with a highly suspicious, knowing glare.
At the time, Mikan had come to the exact same conclusion as Yami. Given what happened under the water in the group bath and the houses filled with most of Rito's harem, she assumed Rito might be having a secret, late-night rendezvous with one of the girls in his room. She had purposely knocked loudly and waited a few moments before entering, specifically to give him enough time to organize himself and hide whoever he was doing it with.
"So?" Mikan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Care to explain what all the crashing and banging was about at this hour?"
Mikan was preparing to interrogate him a little, but the two girls standing behind her couldn't have cared less about the source of the noise.
Earlier in the night, Mikan had strictly instructed Sachie and Mami to behave themselves and stay in bed, specifically because Yami was sleeping in the same room with them. Their original, mischievous plan to sneak into Rito's room and assault him in the dark had been entirely scrapped.
But this sudden commotion had given them the perfect excuse to visit his room. That was the only reason both Sachie and Mami had woken up so quickly and easily when Mikan shook them. They had been lying awake for hours, tossing and turning, too horny and obsessed with Rito to sleep peacefully.
And now that they were finally inside Rito's bedroom, nothing else mattered.
"Onii-san~!"
Sachie completely abandoned the pretense of a sleepy investigation.
Without a single shred of hesitation, Sachie leaped forward. She bypassed Mikan entirely, jumping directly onto Rito's bed.
"W-Wa—Sachie-chan?!" Rito gasped as the girl tackled his chest, he couldn't bring himself to use force on her, so he could only let her pin him to the mattress.
"You're awake! Were you waiting for someone, perhaps us?" Sachie purred, her sleepy facade vanishing into lust. She didn't wait for him to recover. She leaned down, grabbing his face with both hands, and crashed her lips forcefully against his.
Chuu... slurp... mwah!
Sachie kissed him deeply, aggressively pushing her tongue past his lips and into his mouth. The wet, sloppy, and loud sounds of their tongues wrestling echoed clearly in the quiet bedroom. She ground her small, pajama-clad hips directly against the rising bulge hidden beneath, letting out a soft, needy moan into his mouth as the friction hit her perfectly.
Watching Sachie brazenly attack him, Mami completely let herself go. Her own deep-seated obsession flared up, shattering her usual shy restraint.
"Onii-san..." Mami whimpered, crawling eagerly onto the other side of the futon.
She didn't try to kiss his lips. Instead, Mami reached out and grabbed Rito's left hand, which was resting limply on the sheets. She lifted his hand to her face, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with intense desire. She parted her lips and took his index and middle fingers directly into her mouth.
Slurp... gluck... shlooorp...
Mami began to suck on his fingers with wet, desperate enthusiasm, her cheeks hollowing out as she swirled her tongue around his digits, bathing them in hot saliva.
As she sucked his fingers, Mami used her free hand to reach down. She hiked up the hem of her soft yellow pajama shorts, slipping her hand directly into her own panties.
Schlick... schlick... squelch...
Mami began fingering her own soaking wet pussy right there on the bed, using the visual of Sachie kissing him and the taste of his fingers in her mouth to fuel her frantic masturbation. The wet, sticky sounds of her fingers churning inside her tight, dripping core mixed with the loud, sloppy kissing sounds Sachie was making.
Mikan stood at the end of the bed, watching the immediate descent into degeneracy.
She let out a long, heavy, and utterly resigned sigh, rubbing her temples.
"I knew it," Mikan muttered softly, shaking her head. "I knew you two weren't going to be obedient the second you got an excuse to be in here."
She didn't try to pull them off him nor did she scold them. Instead, she turned around and calmly walked back to the bedroom door. She reached out and firmly turned the lock, sealing the four of them safely inside the room.
Click.
Mikan turned back toward the bed, a soft, possessive, deeply affectionate smile spreading across her lips. She walked over to the bed and gracefully climbed onto the mattress, positioning herself near Rito's waist.
"Make room," Mikan commanded gently, slipping her hands to seek out her brother's heat, completely surrendering to the chaotic reality of her household.
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