Fujiwara Shunsui stared at the ceiling of the guest bedroom, not knowing what to do with himself, but he was certain of one thing: Kiko-chan and Yuna-chan had reached some kind of magical pact.
A pact that was definitely not in his favor! One that would force him to be a monk for an entire month!
Noooo!!!
Though Fujiwara Shunsui lay on his bed like a corpse, his spirit was howling and his soul was roaring!
"Snowflakes flutter~"
When the familiar BGM played, Fujiwara Shunsui shouted, "Stop it! I don't want background music!"
He could now tell this was probably the system pranking him. He had no idea why this weird CG had triggered—he hadn't even started any special storyline!
The thought of the bland, sex-less days ahead made Shunsui twitch in horror.
Just then he remembered Sister Nakamura Aoi, who had asked for "comfort" earlier.
And so,
when one door closes, another opens. Fujiwara Shunsui pulled out his phone and texted the girl upstairs.
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["Don't stay up late tonight, get some rest! Lack of sleep ruins your skin."]
Upstairs, Nakamura Aoi was in the middle of an intense gaming session.
"Your mission isn't over!"
"Do I have to do everything myself?"
Suddenly she noticed her phone screen light up. She opened it and saw it was Brother Shunsui texting her; the message made her cheeks flush.
Brother Shunsui actually cares about me!
"Mom, mom, come heal me."
The voice in her headset dragged her back to reality; she flipped her phone face-down without replying.
"Tell me, what are you to Mommy? If you get it wrong, no milk for you~"
She decided not to answer Brother Shunsui tonight, lest he think she was up late. She'd reply tomorrow, so he'd see her as a good girl!
Shunsui lay on his bed, frowning at his phone, then at the time. Asleep already? This early?
Aren't hackers and hard-core otaku supposed to stay up all night?
In this huge apartment building he couldn't find a single soul to chat with deep into the night. In his helplessness he thought of his die-hard fan, Nissho Taro, but quickly dismissed the idea.
Glancing at the time, he figured he shouldn't disturb Taro—who knew what the guy might be busy with.
At that moment Shunsui envied Taro. Relationships could be that simple: others give their time, he gives his money.
Maybe that was exactly how he used to be, Shunsui mused.
No wonder Yuna-chan kept saying he'd changed. Was that why the love rent collection system had appeared?
He'd always been puzzled. In his previous life he'd been badly hurt by a schemer, wandering in search of true love.
Reborn into Fujiwara Shunsui, he'd obtained a [Love] system—shouldn't that make everything easy?
A few effortless words:
"Let's date! Let's be together! Let's go out!"
Yet those simple lines stuck in his throat. Even getting back together with Yuna-chan had been all result and no process.
Scrolling through random push-notifications, he wondered how he, of all people, had been chosen by this system.
Maybe it was the common ailment of ordinary kids in China: when picked by a windfall, instead of celebrating, they ask, "Why me?"—even if it's good luck. Amid such thoughts, he drifted off… Morning came,
and clatter woke him. Reluctantly he grabbed his phone—seven a.m. Were those two really going to torture him?
Dragging his tired body out, he found Kojou Yuna and Miya Harukiko bustling in the dining area, with Yuna-chan letting out little squeaks of surprise now and then.
"Big Dumb Chun, what are you doing?"
"N-nani?"
Hearing his question, both turned to him. "Big Dumb Chun" seemed to refer to him—his name did contain the character for "spring"—so Miya Harukiko blinked, then answered,
"Are you talking to me, Shunsui-kun!"
"Little sister Kiko said she'd never cooked you breakfast despite being with you so long, so last night on impulse she asked me to teach her this morning."
Shunsui glanced at the messy kitchen and sighed: two women cooking at once really crammed the space—maybe he needed a bigger apartment.
He actually disliked large houses; loneliness wasn't his thing. He preferred the fullness of a small space that made life feel packed.
But the current situation was clear:
three people already felt crowded—his gym had been turned into storage; the kitchen occupied, even his familiar bedroom now belonged to "others".
Living in the small spare room was physically tight, but mainly it stifled his pride.
Without replying, Shunsui walked into the bathroom to wash up.
Since they'd risen early to cook and he was up anyway, he couldn't very well go back to bed. Not that he couldn't, but a morning workout would kick his system awake.
He just wondered whether Kiko-chan would grant that tiny request.
While brushing his teeth his mind wandered off into random daydreams.
After finishing up he approached the dining table.
Miya Harukiko looked calm, while Kojou Yuna was nervous like a pupil awaiting the teacher's verdict.
Shunsui surveyed the spread before him—
clearly Kiko-chan had been a devoted instructor.
"What, you two aren't eating?" He glanced at them still standing beside the table.
"No, sister Kiko and I agreed to do some morning stretching."
Looking at the overloaded table, Shunsui's heart crumbled a little.
Dear heavens, do you take me for a pig? Even with my bigger appetite, expecting me to finish this mountain alone—aren't you overestimating my combat power?
Wait—stretching?
That's my gym! That was our aerobic routine!
Shunsui hadn't worked out in ages, busy investigating the forces behind Mino Hisashi.
Before that he'd kept fit with "aerobics" alongside Kiko-chan—another way to stay in shape.
Originally it had been two people in shameless, blissful life,
then he'd thought it would be three in wild, happy days,
only to end up one guy crying for help in single misery.
All he could do was weep inwardly and bury himself in food—his own way of venting.
...
"Ding-dong—"
The doorbell rang outside.
"What time is it now—who on earth could that be?"
Fujiwara Shunsui had barely started his breakfast when the bell rang; he knew the two women in the house were deep in their "Sis, be gentler," "Sis, your posture's wrong" sisterly coaching session.
So the only one left to answer the door was him.
He opened the door, and a burst of spring greeted him.
"Spring" as in fresh, youthful spring,
"Color" as in lecherous color.
There stood Nakamura Aoi in a pink yoga set.
The soft pastel pink on top made her skin look like freshly bloomed petals, those twin blossoms propped up like full, ready-to-burst stamens!
The brighter pink yoga pants below created a subtle gradient with her top,
the fabric hugging her long legs, lines smooth and brimming with energy.
At this, Shunsui had no choice but to shift his gaze upward.
Gold-rim glasses perched on her delicate nose, behind which sparkled clear, lively eyes.
Hard to believe such a cute, fresh girl's head was full of "hire-a-hitman" ideas.
"Good morning, Brother Shunsui!"
Nakamura Aoi broke the silence first, then without giving him time to react added,
"I went to bed early last night, so I didn't see your text— you're not mad, are you, Brother Shunsui?"
Facing the radiant Aoi, how could Fujiwara Shunsui muster even a sliver of blame?
That single "Brother" liquefied the bones of this nearly 190 cm hulk.
Forget "Brother"—with our age gap she could call me "Uncle" and it'd still feel right.
A sketchy uncle at that!
Shunsui inwardly scolded himself: Pathetic.
Then he ushered her in. "Did you also schedule morning yoga with them?"
"Yep, did the two big sisters tell you?"
"Kiko said she used to practice at home when she had time, and now that the new place has a gym she told me to come down whenever I'm free."
Shunsui sized up Aoi's figure—his gaze carried zero aggression.
"With a body like yours, you still need to train?"
A seasoned gym-goer himself, Shunsui found her physique already better than ninety percent of women's.
Flat tummy, perfect waist, and that proud… proud peachy butt.
She clearly worked out—consistently.
But the moment he asked, Aoi seized his hand, pressed it under her upper arm and said,
"Brother Shunsui, it's all flab—feel it."
He obediently squeezed her forearm, then her upper arm.
His brain screamed: Seriously, teach?
To his shock there was no muscle—just soft, squishy fat exactly as she'd claimed!
Maybe his grip was too strong; Aoi let out a squeak:
"Ah~"
Stop, stop!
Hearing that, Shunsui instantly released her.
He stepped back and studied her figure again.
When his gaze reached her rear, he sighed: Must be raw talent!
"Then hurry inside—I'm heading out to clear my head!"
They brushed past each other; staying home suddenly felt unwise.
Three women make a circus,
and these three didn't seem to care there was still a virile man in the house.
Well, two women, really,
with Aoi probably a prop in their play—Shunsui's last line of rational defense.
Outside,
he had no plan, but leaving now was clearly the best move.
Staying would be torture.
Halfway down the stairs a great idea struck him.
Shunsui: ["You free this morning?"]
Nagasawa Kawa: ["Can be."]
Seeing that reply, Shunsui nodded and set off—Higashikawa Club!
Books really do teach the truth.
When you're directionless, just step outside and the way appears… 603,
Hinata Tarou lay in bed with two blonde foreign beauties.
Strange sounds reached his ears.
Not the familiar slurping, nor the usual morning-milk frothing; worst of all—he felt nothing.
Normally his body woke first, then his hearing.
Panicking, he opened his eyes; both companions were still asleep.
Phew—just a dream.
But as he prepared to doze off again, something felt off.
Not a dream—the moans kept trickling in.
Irritated, he paused and thought.
Wait—that's from Lord Shunsui's place.
Taro tiptoed up, planted one foot on the pillow and pressed his right ear to the wall.
Next door,
Miya Harukiko was correcting Kojou Yuna and Nakamura Aoi's yoga poses!
"Ah… don't… this posture aches! I can't hold it, Kiko-sis."
Huh? That's Kojou Yuna,
"Hang in there, Sister Yuna—almost done, then we switch!"
Ah? That's Miya Harukiko!
What Shunsui didn't know: Hinata Tarou's kink had originated from him.
Nissho always wanted to be as popular as Lord Shunsui.
Clearly, he'd found his own method.
Taro gulped: Broad daylight—really? Lord Shunsui's appetite is insane! And the girls are so cooperative!
They're even holding poses and timing endurance!
"I can't! I can't hold it! Ahhh——"
An unfamiliar female voice came through; Taro was stunned.
His worldview reshaped itself again.
So this is Lord Shunsui's charm?
No,
this—this is Lord Shunsui's power?
Three women!
All together!
Lord Shunsui is mighty!
Hinata Tarou glanced at the two beauties in his own bed and resolved,
"Next time, I'm trying four at once!"