She huffed, then her eyes darted around. To prevent these two from fighting again tonight, she—who "absolutely never acts on impulse, absolutely never lets a bad deed go unjudged, and always judges fairly and beautifully"—issued her final verdict:
"To punish you for your noisiness just now... tonight, both of you will warm the bed for me!"
Sumire said with full confidence:
"No one even think about running away! Do you hear me!"
"...Eh?"
In that instant, both Reze and Makima were stunned.
Immediately after, a hint of joy that was hard to conceal appeared on Reze's face; although she'd have to endure Makima, as long as she could hold Sumire-chan without her being snatched away, it was fine. Meanwhile, the corner of Makima's mouth also curled into a satisfied arc.
She worked so hard in S.H.I.E.L.D. precisely to enjoy this.
"As you command, Master."
"Since it's Sumire-chan's request, then I'll reluctantly tolerate certain people."
Although the two were still shooting daggers at each other with their eyes, their bodies were very honest. They flanked Sumire on both sides and walked toward the large bed in the bedroom, the atmosphere becoming strangely harmonious.
However—
Perona, watching the backs of the three as they departed, was completely dumbfounded.
The Small Red Umbrella in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Wait... what? Eh? What about me?!"
Perona's eyes widened, her dark pupils filled with disbelief.
"Wait! Reze! Don't you hate that wicked woman the most? How can you accept sleeping with her! You should kick her out!"
"Makima! Don't you have a cleanliness obsession? How can you squeeze onto one bed with Reze?!"
No matter how she shouted from behind, the three over there had already begun harmoniously allocating pillows.
Perona felt as if a bright red Joker nose had appeared on her own nose out of thin air.
So after all that fanning the flames and switching sides for so long... in the end, the Joker was herself?
"Kumashi..." Perona's eyes welled with tears as she turned to look at Kumashi: "They're bullying me..."
"Wuwuwu..."
Wuwuwu, what about me? What about me?
The bedroom door closed with a soft click, heartlessly cutting off Perona's miserable complaints in the hallway.
The air inside the bedroom became thick, and the lights were dimmed to a most suggestive, hazy warm yellow, as if everything were covered in a layer of misty soft gauze.
Sumire, like a resigned small animal, was the first to climb onto the large bed that was big enough for several people.
In the center of this storm, she didn't even know what kind of posture to adopt to welcome all this naturally.
The rustling sound of fabric rubbing came from behind her; it was light, yet every sound felt like it was scratching at Sumire's heart.
Then, the left side of the mattress suddenly sank.
Reze practically "threw" herself into the covers.
She carried the moist heat unique to someone fresh out of a bath, sliding to Sumire's side like a nimble fish.
With a slight rustle of fabric, Reze's body, carrying a slightly feverish temperature, pressed up against her without reservation.
She buried her cheek in the crook of Sumire's neck, wrapped her arms around Sumire's waist, and even went as far as to rest a leg over Sumire's calf, clinging to her like an octopus.
"Sumire-chan, you smell so good..."
Reze's voice was muffled, carrying a hint of a spoiled nasal tone, her warm breath fanning over Sumire's collarbone and triggering a wave of fine tremors.
Before Sumire could adapt to the heat on this side, the mattress on the right also began to slowly sink.
The corner of the quilt was gently lifted, and a mesmerizing cold fragrance slowly invaded her nostrils.
It was Makima...
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