In the early morning, Nozomi naturally opened his eyes.
The room smelled of sex and sleep—sweat dried on tangled sheets, the faint musk of feminine arousal still clinging to the air, mingled with Haruno's jasmine perfume and Yukino's lighter, cleaner scent of lavender shampoo. Pale light filtered through the curtains, catching dust motes drifting lazily above the bed.
He lowered his head, looked at the girl nestled in his arms, and couldn't help but reveal a joyful smile. Yukino's raven hair spilled across his chest like ink on snow, her delicate features softened in sleep. Her pale skin still bore faint pink marks along her collarbone—his handiwork from the night before.
"Ugh… You bad guy, don't bully Yukino… Come at me if you have something."
A woman's clear and pleasant voice came from beside him. Her tone was muddled, thick with sleep.
Nozomi looked at Yukinoshita Haruno's delicate face, feeling a bit speechless. Her long dark hair fanned across her pillow, one bare shoulder peeking from beneath the rumpled sheets. Even unconscious, she wore that teasing half-smile.
What do you mean, "Come at me"?
If it's all for you, what about Yukino?
You're really a good older sister.
He muttered the complaint internally. Although Nozomi was awake, he didn't plan on getting up so early. The warmth of two soft bodies pressed against him was too pleasant to abandon.
A little while later.
Yukino Yukinoshita was the first to wake up.
When she saw the man still holding her slender waist and hugging her in his arms, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a joyful arc. His hand rested possessively on the curve of her hip, thumb tracing idle circles against her bare skin.
He's still holding me. Even in his sleep, he wants me close.
"Bad guy~"
She mumbled softly, then glanced at her sister, who was sleeping soundly on the other side, her small mouth pouting slightly. Haruno had one arm thrown across Nozomi's stomach, her full breasts pressed against his side.
Without saying much, Yukino Yukinoshita reached for the phone on the table and checked the time.
It was already 7 AM.
Thinking that they still had to go to the hot spring with the others today, she could only poke his face with her hand. His jaw was rough with morning stubble beneath her fingertips.
"Pervert, time to get up!"
Nozomi reluctantly opened his eyes, then glared fiercely at Miss Yukinoshita.
"Yukino, I'm giving you a chance to rephrase that. What did you call me?"
Yukino Yukinoshita poked her lips with her finger, tilted her head, and made a thoughtful expression. Pale morning light caught her ice-blue eyes, making them glitter with mischief.
And it must be said, a beautiful girl is a beautiful girl.
Even just a simple, adorable head tilt looked so cute and charming. Her cheeks still held the flush of deep sleep, her lips slightly swollen from last night's kisses.
Yukino Yukinoshita curved her lips. "You're not happy with what I just called you? Then… Bad Guy, Scumbag, Casanova?"
Nozomi: "…"
After a moment of silence, Nozomi tightened the hand around her slender waist.
The adorable Miss Yukinoshita gasped, instantly falling onto his chest. Her small breasts pressed against him, soft and warm through the thin fabric of her camisole.
"Mmmph!"
Nozomi captured her mouth, his tongue sliding past her lips to taste her. She tasted like sleep and sweetness, her small sounds of protest melting into soft whimpers as he deepened the kiss. His hand slid up her spine, fingers tangling in her silky black hair. He only reluctantly let go after a good while.
Yukino Yukinoshita was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed crimson. A thin thread of saliva connected their lips before breaking.
Idiot... kissing me like that first thing in the morning...
When she noticed his even more intense gaze—dark eyes traveling down to where her camisole had ridden up, exposing the pale curve of her stomach—she quickly pushed his chest.
"Idiot Nozomi, stop bullying me. We're going out today, right? It's time to get up."
"If you really want to… bully my sister."
"Oh, Yukino, I didn't realize you were like this! And here I was, willing to be bullied myself to help you, boohoohoo, Yukino is so mean!"
Yukinoshita Haruno, who had already woken up, started wiping her tears and playing pitiful. Her violet eyes sparkled with theatrical hurt, though her lips twitched with suppressed laughter.
Perfect timing. Now he'll have to make it up to me.
Nozomi quickly pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her hair to comfort her. Her body was warm and pliant against his side, her generous curves pressing into him.
"There, there, don't cry. Actually, Yukino doing this is also a reward for Haruno-nee."
As soon as he finished speaking, both sisters looked up together, giving him a disdainful look, and said in unison:
"I think you're rewarding yourself! Pervert!"
Nozomi's face darkened.
These two sisters, they're starting to gang up on him, aren't they?
"Yes, I just want to reward myself. Yukino, Haruno-nee, I don't think we need to get up so early today."
With that, he pulled the blanket over them all.
"Ah! Nozomi… don't… Oh no!"
His hand had already found its way between Yukino's thighs, fingers sliding beneath the hem of her panties to stroke her soft folds. She was already wet—residual arousal from sleep, or perhaps the kiss had affected her more than she admitted.
"Nnnh—!"
Yukino's back arched as his middle finger slipped inside her tight heat. Her walls clenched around him, slick and welcoming. He curled his finger, finding that sensitive spot that made her legs tremble.
"Idiot, take it easy… You're annoying…"
Haruno's breathless complaint came as he simultaneously palmed her breast through her negligee, rolling her stiffening nipple between his fingers. He pinched it lightly, and she whimpered, pressing closer.
"Both of you, calling me names first thing in the morning," Nozomi murmured against Yukino's throat, adding a second finger inside her. "This is what happens."
So cruel... but I don't hate it...
Yukino buried her face against his shoulder, muffling her moans as his thumb found her clit, rubbing slow circles that made her hips buck involuntarily. "Ah—ahh—hnn!"
"Nozomi~" Haruno purred, reaching down to stroke the obvious bulge tenting his boxers. Her slender fingers traced his length through the fabric, feeling him twitch at her touch. "Don't leave me out."
He pulled his hand from between Yukino's thighs—earning a disappointed whine—and tugged Haruno's negligee up over her head. Her breasts spilled free, full and round with dusky pink nipples already hard in the cool morning air. Larger than Yukino's, they filled his palm perfectly as he squeezed.
"Mmm, that's better," Haruno sighed, arching into his touch.
Yukino, not to be outdone, slid her hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his thick cock. The shaft was hot and heavy in her grip, already leaking precum from the tip. She stroked him slowly, twisting her wrist at the head the way she'd learned he liked.
"Fuck," Nozomi groaned, hips jerking into her fist.
He's so hard... because of us...
He pulled both sisters close, positioning Haruno above his face while Yukino straddled his hips. His tongue found Haruno's cunt first—wet and musky, her arousal coating his lips as he licked a broad stripe up her slit.
"Ohhh~!" Haruno's moan was high and sweet. She ground down against his mouth, chasing his tongue as it circled her clit.
Meanwhile, Yukino had pulled her panties aside, the damp fabric clinging to her thigh. She positioned his cock at her entrance—the swollen head nudging her slick folds—and sank down in one smooth motion.
"Hnnngh—!" The stretch made her gasp. He filled her completely, thick enough to make her feel every ridge of his length against her sensitive walls.
"Yukino—" Nozomi's groan was muffled against Haruno's pussy, the vibration making the older sister cry out.
They found a rhythm—Yukino riding his cock with increasing desperation, her small breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips, while Haruno shamelessly fucked herself on his tongue. The wet sounds of sex filled the room, shlck shlck shlck of Yukino's cunt taking his length, the obscene slurping of his mouth on Haruno's folds.
"Ahh—ahh—I'm—I'm close—!" Yukino's voice cracked. Her walls were fluttering around him, squeezing tight as she chased her peak.
Nozomi reached up, pinching Haruno's clit while sucking hard on her sensitive nub. At the same time, his hips snapped up, driving deep into Yukino's heat.
"AHHHN—!"
Yukino came first, her whole body seizing as pleasure crashed through her. Her cunt clamped down on his cock, milking him as she shuddered and shook.
"Nnnh—Nozomi—!" Haruno followed seconds later, thighs clamping around his head as she gushed against his mouth. He drank her down greedily, lapping at her oversensitive flesh until she was whimpering and pushing weakly at his forehead.
Nozomi lasted only moments longer. The sight of both sisters undone by his touch, their moans harmonizing—it pushed him over. He buried himself to the hilt in Yukino's still-spasming cunt and came with a low groan, hot ropes of cum flooding her insides.
So full... he came so much...
Amidst the heavy breathing and tangled limbs.
The pleasant morning continued until 8 AM.
…
[Sakurasou Dormitory – Front Entrance | 8:15 AM]
At the entrance of Sakurasou.
Yukino Yukinoshita's face was flushed with embarrassment as she awkwardly apologized to Mahiru and the others. The late morning sun was warm on her cheeks—or perhaps that flush had another source entirely.
"Sorry, we're late…"
Shiina Mahiru glanced at the hickey on Yukino's neck—a dark purple bruise just visible above her collar—covering her mouth and secretly giggling. Her honey-blonde hair caught the sunlight, golden eyes sparkling with knowing amusement.
Ara ara, someone had a good morning.
"It's alright, we all understand."
Yukino Yukinoshita felt relieved when Mahiru didn't blame her. She couldn't help but turn her head and glare fiercely at the culprit.
Nozomi chuckled, not saying much.
Who told Miss Yukinoshita to call him a pervert?
Hmph, he clearly just wanted to hear her call him something nice.
Calling him Nozomi would have been fine too.
Alright,
He wouldn't admit that he just wanted to cherish Miss Yukinoshita and Miss Haruno.
Being a little bad like this wasn't a big problem.
On the contrary,
If he were like a block of wood, that would be disrespectful to Yukino and Haruno.
Yukino Yukinoshita wasn't really angry; she just felt a bit ashamed.
She subconsciously pulled at her collar, trying to hide the mark. Between her legs, she could still feel the slickness of his cum—she hadn't had time to clean up properly.
This guy clearly liked her a lot.
Seeing how much he cared about her, she would reluctantly forgive him.
Of course, on the surface, she still didn't plan on giving him a good look.
Yukino Yukinoshita had to express her attitude.
She couldn't let him get too smug and take advantage.
"Alright, since Yukino and Haruno-nee are here, let's go!"
The group was gathered on the stone path leading from Sakurasou's entrance—a colorful cluster of beautiful girls in summer dresses and light cardigans, the scent of various perfumes mixing with the fresh morning air.
"Oh yeah~!"
"Let's go, time for a hot spring! Onii-chan, do you want to try a mixed bath later?" Miyamizu Yotsuha, as always, faced him with a lively smile, intimately holding his arm. Her short brown hair bounced with her enthusiasm, dark eyes sparkling with mischief.
If I can get him alone in a hot spring...
"Ah… well… you'll have to ask Yukino and the others."
Nozomi rubbed his nose, looking like a henpecked husband.
Yukino Yukinoshita curved her lips, revealing a cold smile.
"Then no."
"Huh?"
"Hmph, 'huh' what 'huh'? You yourself said to ask for my opinion. Yotsuha, come with me, don't spoil this pervert!"
Nozomi looked at them helplessly. "Is it too late for me to retract that statement now?"
"It's too late, Nozomi. You'll have to bathe by yourself later. No peeking!"
Shiina Mahiru smiled and winked at him.
"Don't worry, I absolutely won't peek!"
Are you kidding? Does he need to peek?
He'll look openly!
However, today's purpose wasn't just the hot spring, but to investigate the divine artifact.
If that hot spring really had a divine artifact, the system would definitely give a prompt.
There were quite a few people going this time.
Women, who doesn't want to stay young forever?
And that hot spring's advertising was very good, claiming that even Africans could turn white immediately after entering.
*Okay, WTF!!!
It was a bit exaggerated, but it didn't stop girls who loved beauty from trying it.
Soaking in a hot spring was also a kind of enjoyment.
Of course, Nozomi also had to guard against other possibilities.
He needed to ensure the girls' safety.
After all, whether it was the Yukinoshita sisters, Mahiru, Mashiro, Rita, or Sayu and the others, they were all beautiful girls.
The possibility of being targeted by men was still very high.
Nozomi himself was a very greedy man.
So he also understood that the beauty of Yukino and the others was what attracted men the most.
It was a rare opportunity.
This time, Eriri Spencer Sawamura, Kasumigaoka Utaha, and Katou Megumi also came. Eriri's twin-tails caught the breeze, her tsundere expression firmly in place. Utaha wore an elegant black dress, her dark hair cascading down her back. Megumi, as always, blended into the background—though her quiet beauty was undeniable.
And Miyamizu Mitsuha and Miyamizu Yotsuha both came. The older sister's long brown hair was tied with her signature red ribbon, her gentle smile a contrast to Yotsuha's energetic grin.
Even Kusami Runa and Sakurabara Momo came.
These two naturally teamed up with Sumireko to meet new sisters. Runa's golden hair gleamed in the sunlight, while Momo's pink locks bounced with each step.
Haruno and Sengoku Chihiro both had driver's licenses, so having them drive two cars was about right.
Aoyama Nanami pouted her small mouth, looking a bit resentful. Her chestnut hair framed her delicate features, brown eyes narrowed with something like jealousy.
So many rivals... but I won't give up.
Although she had known Nozomi was a playboy, she hadn't expected so many beautiful girls to like him.
Frieren and Fern were also there—the ancient elf mage looking bored as always, her long silver hair nearly brushing the ground, while Fern watched over her master with maternal concern.
And the otherworldly hero Emilia was present.
Hmm, she was now called Yusa Emi.
It would be better to call her by her real name.
This name made Nozomi think of a certain silver-haired half-elf with a cat spirit.
He wondered if he would have a chance to meet her.
After all, this was a world of mixed anime.