Kenshin just smiled, stood halfway, pulled Natsumi to him by the hand, and sat her on his lap. The girl purred contentedly and kissed her husband on the lips, enjoying his gentle palm wandering over her large belly.
"Don't worry, girls. Kasumi won't affect my love for you, and she can't harm anyone. We've discussed this many times—you should understand our family will occasionally gain new women, but that won't change how I love you," Kenshin said tenderly, kissing his loving wife's sweet lips again.
Watching the lovebirds, Aya bit her lip and envied her more decisive friend. She wanted affection from her beloved husband too, so gathering her courage, she stood resolutely, stepped forward, eyed Natsumi to yield her place, and seconds later the room filled with satisfied moans from the young woman getting hers.
Kasumi was so worn out that she slept through the entire evening and night. Waking the next morning, her first thought was to go to the toilet. The night before, she'd drunk so much water she couldn't hold it anymore.
At first, she thought to call someone and ask to be taken, but then noticed the door to another room, which she'd thoroughly checked last night. Remembering the strange fixture, she immediately guessed its purpose.
Entering the small bathroom, Kasumi pulled down her pants and awkwardly sat on the quite comfortable seat. She was sharp from birth, so she easily figured out the "white throne."
After finishing, she looked around for a bucket of water, and when she didn't find one, she maxed her intellect and, a minute later, pressed a small button on the large white tank above the throne. She quickly realized the tank stored flush water but couldn't figure out how to release it.
Once it flushed, the girl marveled again at the invention's genius and decided to note the concept for installing similar ones throughout the clan.
Unable to resist, the black-haired kunoichi pressed the flush button again and couldn't hold back a joyful childlike smile, as if doing something forbidden. Then she turned to the faucet and the large tank above. She instantly guessed the metal pipes' purpose and stared curiously at the unusual tap.
It took the sharp girl a minute to understand the water dispenser. She quickly figured to lift the handle for a strong flow of cold water. She lowered it slightly, and the flow weakened. Mentally admiring the clever device, she moved the handle right and was stunned that cold and hot water were regulated so conveniently.
Finding fragrant soap, Kasumi washed her hands in warm water and inhaled the pleasant floral scent. Seeing a small tub nearby, she immediately wanted to bathe and wash off three days of dirt and dust. Glancing at the long, snake-like thing with tiny holes at the end, she instantly knew its purpose—similar to the simple watering can her late mother used on fragrant flowers.
Quickly figuring out the not-obvious mechanism, she set the water flow through the showerhead, locked the door with a small bolt, stripped off her dirty clothes—noting the fluffy white robe on the door—and jumped into the tub, wanting to wash before anyone disturbed her.
The girl washed, and even her hasty scrubbing had natural elegance and femininity. She didn't know what the many plastic bottles of aromatic liquids were for and didn't pour them on herself, using only the lavender-scented soap.
After rinsing off what felt like a ton of grime, she dried quickly, wrapped in the white robe without putting on her dirty clothes. She peeked out the door, saw no one, dashed back to the room, and quickly donned simple black panties, black training pants, and a tight black T-shirt, for some reason skipping the bra.
Trained from infancy as a kunoichi, she was used to all-black, practical wear. Her passion for pretty clothes was buried deep in her soul, and she wasn't ready to unearth it—especially captive to a mysterious but seemingly friendly stranger.
She still didn't understand why she'd been captured or who this enigmatic young man was, living in such a fairy-tale place. For a second, she wondered if she'd entered another world but dismissed the nonsense.
While Kasumi got ready, life in the Nakayama family home bustled. Kenshin had already showered, and the two girls were making breakfast. The sons were a bit tense, as Ichiro didn't fully trust the new girl and told his younger brothers to stay alert.
It was nine a.m., time for family breakfast. Kenshin figured Kasumi should be awake, so he headed to her room and knocked lightly.
"Kasumi, open up—it's me," he said in as friendly a tone as possible.
After a few seconds, the door opened, and Kasumi stepped back to her bed, ready for anything.
As soon as Kenshin entered and closed the door, he couldn't hold back a sigh of amazement at the beauty standing before him.
Her long hair was still damp, cascading like a mane to her lower back. Her beautiful, night-black eyes captivated, and her breasts straining against the tight black tank top made Kenshin stare in awe, ignoring everything else.
After a few seconds, Kenshin cleared his throat and said, "You look stunning."
Literally five minutes ago, Kasumi had prepared to be tough with this brazen guy and not fall for his flattery, but in that moment, all her resolve crumbled, and the black-haired kunoichi just blushed and said, "Thank you..."
"Idiot! He kidnapped and locked you in his house! How can you be so polite?!" she berated herself, pinching her arm.
But alas, the girl couldn't help it and instantly forgot all the firm complaints she wanted to throw at this jerk.