It is unknown how much time had passed when Alice woke up on Makoto's chest.
Seeing her current state, she pouted and grumbled, "How annoying..."
"How is it annoying? Weren't you the one who initiated it?"
Makoto teased.
Under Makoto-sensei's guidance yesterday, she had learned quite a bit of new knowledge.
Mainly because he had been pent up for a week, Makoto was a bit excited too. And a high school girl as open as Alice was truly rare.
If we were talking purely about openness, Mrs. Yukinoshita and Kayoko were ahead of her, but limiting the scope to high school girls, Alice was undoubtedly the most open-minded.
Alice gave Makoto a sharp glare. Noticing her cousin was still sound asleep, a look of extreme smugness reappeared on her face. She cupped Makoto's face, gave him a kiss, and whispered, "Don't bother with Erina anymore from now on. Just come to me, okay?"
Makoto asked with interest, "Are you getting back at Erina?"
If it were someone like Haruno or Miku, Makoto would have thought they were protecting their sister.
But Alice was definitely different—
The fact that she insisted on doing this in Erina's room spoke volumes.
"Who asked everyone in the family to favor her more since we were kids?"
Alice pressed her face against Makoto's broad chest, muttering, "When I was three, she took my toy, and Grandpa just gave the doll to Erina. When I was four, I made a cake for the first time, and she said it was disgusting..."
She was annoyed.
Alice recounted her grievances with Erina one by one, and Makoto just found it amusing.
Remembering something from when she was three? That was seriously impressive.
Of course, Alice cared about Erina and cherished their bond as cousins.
But people were complex. She treasured Erina while also being dissatisfied with her.
Even though she knew the family naturally wanted to compensate her cousin a little more because of the trauma from her childhood, Alice just couldn't accept it.
It was similar to how Hayakawa Aki knew there was nothing wrong with his parents favoring his younger brother, yet he couldn't help feeling a bit resentful.
"One more round?"
Looking at this perfect body, fairer than an eggshell, complemented by her short white hair and red eyes, Makoto was getting excited again.
It was well known that people of Asian descent had a thing for white hair.
And yesterday, since it was Alice's first time, Makoto hadn't gone too hard. Even including foreplay, it was only a little over half an hour.
"N-No! No more!"
Alice was so startled she nearly jumped out of Makoto's arms.
Makoto couldn't help but grin. "And you said you wanted me to only come to you from now on?"
"What about that?"
Makoto gestured for Alice to look down.
"Y-You wait a moment. I learned this from books..."
After an unknown amount of time, Erina also woke from her sleep.
But as soon as she opened her eyes, her vision still blurry, Erina couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.
"What's that smell?"
She felt there was a strange smell lingering in the air, hard to describe in words.
"Damn Alice, making me drink so much."
Erina grumbled as she complained.
Going downstairs, Erina found Makoto and Alice, along with her mother and aunt, already having breakfast on the first floor.
When she saw Makoto, her face flushed slightly. She walked to the other side of him and sat down, murmuring, "About yesterday..."
"You were drunk. I took you back to your room."
Makoto took a bite of bread with special jam.
"I, I'm sorry..."
Erina said apologetically.
'See? She was thanking me.'
Alice smiled smugly.
"Alice, what are you smiling at?"
Mana, whose sense of taste had just been sealed by Makoto, asked curiously from across the table.
"I'm thinking of something happy."
Alice's eyes narrowed into slits as she smiled.
Just then, Erina said quietly, "Th-then, what about tonight..."
"Ah!"
Alice shrieked, drawing everyone's attention.
Leonora, who was sitting directly across from her and looked like an older version of Alice, jumped. "Why are you shouting like that? Trying to scare your mother to death?"
Alice tilted her little head and looked at Makoto. "Come to think of it, we haven't really seen the big city in this world yet. Makoto-kun, would you take me out for a walk?"
"Makoto-kun?"
Hearing Alice's new nickname for Makoto, everyone at the table's expressions shifted slightly.
Especially Erina, who glared at her cousin with displeasure.
"Alright."
Makoto didn't refuse. After all, the girl had given him her most precious thing just last night. Not granting such a small request would be too heartless.
But he felt Alice had another motive.
Sure enough, when he agreed, Alice immediately showed a triumphant smile and raised an eyebrow at Erina.
Seeing Erina's furious expression, Alice's smile grew even wider.
The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became subtle.
"Ugh~ My head hurts so much. Leonora, h-help me make some hangover soup."
Just then, Soe also got up from the floor, rubbing his head, startling Erina who had just come downstairs.
'Whoa, so Uncle slept on the floor all night?'
Makoto smiled. "Nakiri-san, does our bet from last night still count?"
Hearing this, Leonora's hand trembled, almost dropping the bowl.
Alice's face reddened, and she pinched Makoto's thigh hard under the table.
"Bet?"
Soe was full of question marks, completely forgetting any bet with Makoto.
But the other party was the strongest superhuman in the real world and now their family's guardian deity. Of course, Soe didn't dare break a promise. He quickly nodded with an ingratiating smile. "Of course, of course. A bet's a bet. Just take whatever you want, Nishikawa-san."
He figured the things he bet were probably just his assets, inheritance rights, or something similar.
While these things were important, if Makoto wanted to take them by force, he couldn't stop him anyway.
So be it.
Plus, he thought Makoto was just joking, not actually interested, just teasing him.
Bam!
Just then, Leonora suddenly slammed the bowl of hangover soup she was holding onto her husband's head.
It knocked Soe unconscious again.
Well, no need for hangover soup now.
Before passing out, Soe's only thought was: 'Why did she hit me?'