Unlike Reze's eagerness, Makima's movements were elegant and unhurried, carrying a sense of control befitting a superior. One slender, slightly cool arm slipped under Sumire's armpit and rested lightly on her chest, gently pulling the whole girl into her own embrace.
Immediately after, Makima's soft body pressed up against her from behind, perfectly filling the last bit of space.
"Move over... a little, Reze."
Makima's voice was lazy and husky. Though phrased as a suggestion, it carried an undeniable tone of command.
"No, you're the one crowding us."
Not to be outdone, Reze hugged even tighter, even provocatively nuzzling against Sumire's chest.
Sumire lay stiffly in the middle, feeling like an Oreo cookie about to melt.
Two equally stunningly charming bodies, separated from her by only a thin layer of fabric, had her firmly wedged between them.
The sensation of skin against skin was slick and soft, strands of hair tangled together, indistinguishable as to whose was whose.
If Sumire moved even slightly, she would bump into Reze's knee or Makima's arm.
"Alright... sleep, time to sleep..."
Sumire weakly tried to maintain order, her voice sounding a bit breathless due to the pressure on her chest.
"Goodnight, Sumire-chan."
Reze rubbed her chin against Sumire's, perfectly content.
"Goodnight, Master."
Makima whispered in Sumire's ear, her lips brushing faintly against her earlobe, sending a tingling shiver through her.
Sumire closed her eyes, feeling the heavy weight of affection pressing in from both sides.
This treatment of having one's arms around two beauties was indeed the dream of countless people, the pinnacle of happiness. But... could someone please tell her how to endure this sweet torture—where she couldn't even roll over, her arms were gradually going numb, and she had to constantly worry about them getting into a fight in the middle of the night—until dawn!
...The next day... noon.
It was a rare weekend. Sunlight flooded the midday dining room, forcing Kumashi to hide in the shadows of the storage room.
Lux had also just returned from her training at Kamar-Taj, having changed out of her form-fitting mage attire into loose, comfortable home clothes.
The five of them sat around the table, which was piled high with paper bags bearing the Golden Arches logo.
They chatted animatedly while eating, the air thick with the sinful aroma of fries, burgers, and gossip.
"I just couldn't stay at that convenience store anymore,"
Reze said nonchalantly as she unwrapped a Big Mac, a hint of laziness in her tone. "There were always a few idiot guys trying to hit on me, making the place feel grimy. And I couldn't just blow them up... McDonalds is much better."
Welcome to McDonalds~
She pushed a large box of freshly cooked Chicken McNuggets in front of Sumire, her eyes curved into happy crescents:
"The manager now is really nice. She knows I have a little glutton at home who loves junk food, so she gives me a great employee discount. Sumire-chan, these are just fried, eat them while they're hot."
Although Sumire wanted to refute this statement, she honestly didn't know where to start. She did love eating... "Little glutton" Sumire unceremoniously stuffed one into her mouth, her face beaming with happiness.
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