"Don't be angry. Eriri just wanted to play a little joke on you. Wouldn't it be great if you found a chance to repay her later? Isn't this how you two have always gotten along?"
Chisato wiped her feet, gently tickling her soles to make her retract, and smiled gently.
"Don't be so angry... It's easy to say. The pajamas you're wearing were chosen for you."
"Huh? Ah... they're quite comfortable to wear. Thank you."
Utaha's eyelids twitched.
"There's also a set in the same style in the guest room. I originally planned to come over tomorrow night, wear the same outfit as you, and take a group photo for wallpaper."
"Then we could sit on the sofa together and watch TV until late at night. But now, you're wearing this outfit, and that sow, Eriri, has taken away all the beautiful expectations in my heart."
"Utaha, um… no matter what, it would be better not to call Eriri a sow."
"I don't believe she didn't call me a fat woman in front of you."
"…"
Chisato covered his face with his hand.
Utaha's eyes flashed, and she stood up and walked toward the master bedroom.
Although she was particularly frustrated by Eriri's superior skills today, it really wasn't in line with her character to not do something to calm her mind while she was here.
She was afraid that Chisato would be annoyed if she had a bad temper, but she had no worries at all about Eriri.
"Wait a minute, Utaha!"
Chisato reacted a moment too slowly, and by the time he quickly stood up to follow, Utaha had already opened the door and stepped inside.
Utaha surveyed the room and fell into silence again.
Chisato followed her in, looking away with a headache and exhaling softly.
Even though she was mentally prepared, Utaha was still shocked by the scene in front of her.
First, there was the smell.
The air conditioning was on in the room, but even so, Utaha could still detect an unusual, warm scent, mingled with the hormones released during the collision and interaction between men and women… that peculiar smell.
This odor was quite noticeable, making people feel emotional and confused.
Pillows and sheets were scattered messily on the floor. White tissues were strewn around the bed.
White long-sleeved gloves and white stockings were tossed here and there. The most eye-catching item was the pink and white dress.
It looked tattered and could no longer be worn, clearly having suffered serious violence during its lifetime.
All of this combined silently conveyed the anxiety of the earlier encounter.
Utaha walked to the damaged dress, picked it up, examined it briefly, and then tossed it away in disgust.
She glanced at the center of the bed, where Eriri lay sleeping on her side, her beautiful curves exposed.
It seemed she had thought of a way to repay her.
Utaha was about to take out her phone but suddenly stopped her movement.
She raised her right hand in disbelief, pinched her index and middle fingers together, and then slowly released them, feeling a very sticky discomfort.
It seemed to be something she had picked up while handling the dress, something resembling snot.
But seeing Chisato silently covering his mouth and lowering his head, Utaha knew it was definitely not snot.
Utaha's eyes grew increasingly hollow. She approached the bed and ignored Eriri's subconscious cries in her sleep.
She wiped the uncomfortable sensation from her fingers on her back, slowly opened the covers, and reached for her phone.
Initially, she just wanted to save face, but the current situation was driving her crazy with jealousy.
With emotionless eyes, she smiled, contemplating the consequences of taking a picture of Eriri in this state and telling Mrs. Sawamura. That would be quite exciting.
This is broken!
Chisato secretly thought that something was wrong. In the current situation, there was no way he could remain uninvolved.
"Calm down, Utaha!"
He moved directly over to grab Utaha's cell phone and threw it onto the bed, then tightened his arms, lifting her by the hips.
"Leave me alone! Let me take the picture!"
Utaha struggled hard, and the commotion roused Eriri from her sleep.
"Hey… you're here."
She opened her eyes, and her first words made Utaha calm down immediately.
After a moment of processing the situation, Eriri wrapped the blanket around herself again, leaving only her little head exposed.
She yawned and looked at Utaha's livid face, raising the corners of her lips to reveal a pair of small tiger teeth.
"It's really embarrassing for you to come here so late, but if you have any questions, we can talk about it tomorrow."
"I just finished dealing with Chisato, and now I'm sleepy and tired and just want to sleep."
Such an obvious provocation made Utaha failed to calm down. She restrained her anger and curled her lips.
"Are you trying to provoke me?"
Now that the words had been spoken, Eriri's eyes sharpened.
"You were the one who caused trouble first."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're still pretending. Chisato told me you hid it from me and planned to go out alone with him on Thursday!"
"That's true, but in my plan, I didn't intend to reach your level."
"Oh, do you think I'll believe that?"
"Believe it or not, what you're doing now is undoubtedly declaring war on me."
"Declaring war means declaring war, so what?"
"I've known for a long time that you have a lot of dissatisfaction with me. Very good. You should be mentally prepared. Don't end up like a prodigal dog who comes to play the pity card."
"That kind of talk is more suited to you right now."
"!"
The two exchanged heated words, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
Finally, Chisato spoke, "I asked, did you two ignore my existence?"
He placed Utaha roughly on the bed and then used his free hand to deliver two heavy thumps on their backsides.
Utaha exclaimed, while Eriri's body sensitivity hadn't faded from their earlier interaction, leading to a somewhat sultry vocal reaction.
Utaha snorted and sneered, "The sow that shakes her ass!"
Eriri retorted, her cheeks flushing, "Someone's being sour. I won't tell who it is!"
"Okay, stop. No more quarrels allowed from now on."
After Chisato spoke in a more serious tone, the situation was effectively controlled.
Although the two still glared at each other, fortunately, there was no further verbal exchange.
"Let's discuss everything tomorrow. It's almost four o'clock in the morning now, and we still have to go to school."
The two fell silent for a moment. Although they disliked each other, they both understood that following Chisato's lead at this time was the right choice.
"Then… take me to another room to rest."
Utaha extended her hands.
Eriri slapped her arm, saying, "You can't walk by yourself. Chisato is already very tired!"
"Haha? Don't you know who made him so tired?!"
"Now we're talking about your situation. Why are you being so willful?"
"It's nothing to be willful. What some people do is insidious."
"…"
Chisato slowly sat on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing his brow with his knuckles.
Yes, the second wave has begun.
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