After Chiyo and Yuri had left for the shopping mall, the spacious living room fell into a heavy, lingering silence.
Muganda and Inferna still held those sullen looks on their faces, their usual poised expressions now clouded with something deeper and more raw.
Rin was half dressed now, with only a hoodie on him and his penis out and limp, the fabric hanging loosely around his shoulders while the rest of his body remained exposed in the quiet aftermath of the former session.
As he swiped through the book he had grabbed from the table close by, his fingers idly turning the pages without much focus, Muganda bit her lips, her sharp teeth pressing into the soft flesh as a flicker of unresolved tension crossed her features.
Then, without warning, she rushed forward and grabbed his neck from behind the couch.
Her arms were wrapping around him with firmness, her breasts pressing close against the back of the sofa.
"Huh…? What are you doing?" Rin asked, trying to glance at the dark haired woman hugging him from behind, his head tilting slightly in an attempt to catch a glimpse of her face over his shoulder.
But she didn't say anything back and just stayed there, her grip remaining steady, her breath warm against the side of his neck as she held on without offering any immediate explanation.
Inferna soon walked in front of him, her face twisting only slightly from sadness.
But the depth of pain was more than her face could show, the subtle shift in her golden eyes revealing layers of emotion that her stoic features struggled to contain.
She moved with deliberate slowness, each step measured and heavy with unspoken weight.
"Inferna? what's going on?" Rin dropped the book now, letting it fall onto the cushion beside him with a soft thud, his blue eyes locking on the golden ones of Inferna as concern began to etch itself across his expression. "Do you want to fight…"
"No." She answered, moving slowly until her hands slithered behind his back, straddling him while she warmly held him, her voluptuous body settling onto his lap with a gentle but insistent pressure, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders and brushing against his chest as she clung to him. "I… am unhappy."
"Really? What are you unhappy about?" Rin asked, lightly rubbing his hand through her long red hair, his fingers threading through the silky strands with a soothing, repetitive motion as he tried to understand the sudden shift in their behavior. "your big sister verbally hurt you again?"
Rin actually noticed that the two women were acting very strange, the realization settling in as he observed them more closely in the quiet room.
Muganda was the embodiment of composure and professionalism, always carrying herself with that cool, collected demeanor that rarely cracked under any pressure.
While Inferna just finds it very difficult to show any emotions at all, her face usually remaining a mask of stoic calm no matter the situation.
Now, these two super women were holding him tight, voicing their unhappiness in ways that felt entirely out of character for both of them, their bodies pressed against him as if seeking reassurance through physical closeness alone.
"When you were doing maintenance with Yuri…" Muganda finally spoke, her voice a bit shaky from held back tears, the words trembling slightly as they left her lips, her usual steady tone fracturing under the weight of what she was expressing. "you were happy. You… loved the sex."
"Uh, did I?" Rin scratched his head, his fingers running through his hair in a casual, almost absentminded gesture as he processed her words. "maybe I did. Why?"
"Why?!" Muganda's voice rose up a bit, the sudden increase in volume cutting through the quiet air of the living room, her black eyes with their white slits flashing with a mix of hurt and frustration that she could no longer contain. "Do you understand how much it hurt us to see you enjoy sex with that upstart, while sex with us has always felt like… like a chore?!"
This would be the first time Muganda raised her voice against Rin, the sharp edge in her tone hanging in the space between them like an unexpected crack in her otherwise unbreakable professionalism.
But he stayed quiet and listened to her carefully, his expression softening as he absorbed every word without interruption, giving her the space to continue.
While Inferna just laid on him like a baby koala, her body curled tightly against his chest, arms wrapped securely around him as if she refused to let go even for a moment.