Ryo calmly followed Seiji and boarded the Bentley.
As for PA-san and Shimizu Eliza, in Seiji's view, although they could be considered his women, they ultimately hadn't yet gone through the "adjustment period" and hadn't fully joined his "harem" family.
And Hiroi Kikuri was even more so... just a harmless, good-for-nothing salted fish still busy treating her alcohol addiction.
So these three, for now, weren't urgent to bring out for introductions.
With Ryo on board, Seiji drove straight toward the airport.
Airport terminal.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura and Kasumigaoka Utaha... these two girls with vastly different styles yet equally possessing top-tier beauty... simply by standing there, naturally became the focal point of the entire terminal.
One with blonde twin-tails, exquisitely doll-like, radiating a tsundere aristocratic air.
One with black stockings and straight long hair, elegantly refined like a quiet maiden, brimming with a cool, aloof charm.
Their presence drew the attention of countless passersby.
"Wow... look over there! Those two girls are way too beautiful!"
"It's like they walked straight out of a 2D world!"
"Wonder if they have boyfriends?"
Countless men cast admiring gazes their way.
Some worked up the courage to approach and strike up conversation.
But every time, they were forcibly driven back by the powerful "stay away" aura radiating from those two beauties, left with no choice but to retreat.
Just then...
At the terminal entrance.
Seiji arrived.
His impeccably handsome appearance and tall, slender physique like a celebrity likewise drew countless people's attention.
Especially the women in the airport.
"Oh my god... who is that man? Some newly debuted idol?"
"So handsome... I think I'm in love..."
"And his aura is amazing!"
Unlike those men who only dared admire Eriri and Utaha from afar.
Modern women were far bolder and more direct.
Immediately, several fashionably dressed young women approached, attempting to get Seiji's LINE.
"Sorry, I'm waiting for someone."
Seiji smiled and politely declined all advances.
Then, under everyone's astonished gazes, he walked straight toward Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha.
He opened his arms in invitation.
The two beauties who moments ago wore "stay away" expressions... upon seeing him... had the ice on their faces melt like snow under sunlight.
Warm, blooming smiles spread across their faces.
"Finally here."
"We've been waiting forever."
The two girls pretended to complain, yet their movements were extremely intimate.
Left and right, they each took hold of his arms.
That intimate gesture proclaimed their relationship to everyone present.
All around, the sound of shattering glass hearts echoed.
Both Utaha and Eriri displayed small, pleased expressions on their faces.
They were somewhat satisfied with Seiji's entrance performance this time.
...
After picking up Utaha and Eriri.
Seiji briefly chatted with Watanabe Shin and other core project team members, expressing gratitude and appreciation, then arranged for company cars to take the employees to the five-star hotel the company had reserved near the old office building.
As for Utaha and Eriri, under everyone's envious, jealous, and resentful gazes, they were led to his car.
The two girls initially wore smiles on their faces.
Looking forward to the upcoming Tokyo trip.
Until they opened the car door and saw that blue-haired girl in a neutral-styled outfit sitting in the passenger seat with a detached air.
Eriri and Utaha's good moods instantly evaporated.
That feeling was like enjoying a delicious meal, only to suddenly discover a fly in the dish.
They'd guessed that Seiji had other women in Tokyo.
But they never imagined this man would actually bring a "newcomer" along to pick up these two "veterans"!
What was this?
A show of force?!
Instantly, the two beauties became intensely irritated.
The atmosphere inside the car plummeted to freezing.
Ryo understood this at a glance.
But she remained utterly calm.
She simply sized up these two women with powerful auras before her, then politely nodded in greeting: "Hello, seniors. I'm Yamada Ryo."
She even courteously addressed the two girls as "seniors."
Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha turned a deaf ear, treating her like air.
Their gazes, sharp as blades, stabbed fiercely at the culprit preparing to board the car.
Despite being glared at intensely.
Seiji's face was thick as a wall.
He acted as if nothing was wrong, completely ignoring those murderous glares, calmly boarding the vehicle.
"Tch!"
Utaha and Eriri had no choice but to get into the back seat.
The two girls wore frosty expressions, planning to settle accounts with Seiji once they reached their destination.
The vehicle drove toward the Yamada residence under this stiff atmosphere.
...
...
When the vehicle pulled into a standalone villa that looked expensive and full of modern design aesthetic...
The Yamada residence!
Seeing this house, Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri became even angrier.
They didn't need to ask... just from seeing the blue-haired girl's name, Yamada Ryo, and matching it with this house's surname, they could guess whose home this was.
Well then!
You, Seiji!
The two of us working hard outside, and you... you've gone and moved directly into another woman's house in Tokyo?!
Do you have no shame at all?!
"We've arrived, you two. Please exit the vehicle." Seiji smiled as he moved to open the door for them.
The two girls paid him no mind.
They silently grabbed their luggage, coldly brushed past Seiji, and walked into the house.
"Alright, let me introduce you to..." Seiji wasn't embarrassed, following them inside.
But the two girls still ignored him.
After scanning the house's layout, they went straight upstairs to select guest rooms, as if they were the actual owners here.
From beginning to end, they didn't speak a single word to Seiji.
"Pfft... " Behind him came Ryo's stifled laughter.
Seiji shrugged, unconcerned.
Shura battlefields were an indispensable part of harem life.
He'd anticipated this long ago and had full confidence he absolutely wouldn't capsize.
...
...
After putting away their luggage, Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha finally returned to the living room, both looking displeased.
Ryo was very "understanding."
"Seniors, please have some drinks."
She prepared beverages and snacks for them, placing them on the living room coffee table with a respectful attitude.
However, what she received in return was an even more explosive powder keg atmosphere.
"Oh, these cups look really high-class."
Utaha picked up her glass with sarcastic undertones.
"They must be quite expensive, right? Thank you for your trouble, Yamada-san, using such fine cups to serve us two 'old flames.'"
Eriri played the perfect straight man beside her: "Exactly! And this house is so big! Not much worse than the villa we stayed at in Kyoto! Seiji, your taste is really quite good!"
However, Ryo simply responded with breezy indifference:
"Not really. The house is my parents', the cups Seiji bought."
One sentence deflected all attacks to nothing.
She'd heard plenty of these roundabout barbs during her rock band days... they had zero killing power against her.
During the three-way verbal sparring.
Seiji sat calmly on the other end of the sofa, completely detached from it all.
After all, verbal exchanges were part of the process for "good sisters" to get familiar with each other.
However, this "exchange" escalated.
After several consecutive rounds of verbal probing failed to gain any advantage from Ryo, veins subtly bulged at Utaha's temples...
And the constantly composed Ryo, after being continuously provoked for over ten minutes, also faintly showed small movements of wanting to grab the bass beside her and smash it across.
Only Eriri, the weakest "straight man" in combat power, trapped between two women with powerful auras, began trembling.
Regretting why she'd participated in this terrifying war.
Seiji realized the timing was about right.
It was time for him, the "family head," to step forward and suppress things.
He slowly rose from the sofa.
This movement instantly captured the three girls' attention.
"Alright, stop arguing."
Under the three girls' surprised gazes, he said with sincere gravity: "You are all my wings."
The atmosphere momentarily stiffened.
"Huh? Wings?"
After hearing this, Utaha and Eriri simultaneously scoffed, their faces clearly reading "what nonsense is this scumbag spouting."
Completely unimpressed.
And Ryo coldly added: "Broken wings aren't needed. Better to remove them in advance."
Seiji sighed helplessly.
It seemed verbal persuasion no longer had any effect.
Then, there was only... handling things personally.
The next second...
He moved, striding quickly behind Utaha and Eriri.
Amid their startled cries, one hand each, he scooped both girls up by the waist!
"Ah... !"
"Seiji! You pervert! Put me down!"
Seiji ignored their struggles, effortlessly "placing" them on the rosewood table in the center of the living room.
At the same time, he signaled with his eyes to Ryo on the sofa.
"You lie down too."
Utaha and Eriri struggled indignantly, trying to climb off the table.
But Seiji merely extended both hands...
One hand pressed Kasumigaoka Utaha's ticklish waist hollow,
The other grasped Eriri's thigh-high stocking-clad calf.
In just an instant...
Both girls went limp as if all their bones had been removed, no longer able to move.
Ryo watched this scene and pursed her lips. Though somewhat displeased inside,
She still obediently walked over and lay down.
Thus...
An absurd yet arousing scene appeared in the Yamada residence's living room.
The blonde twin-tailed tsundere ojou-sama,
The black-stocking, straight-haired, scheming senior,
The neutral, aloof, handsome girl.
Three top-tier beauties with vastly different styles lay side by side on the table before him.
Their expressions showed varying degrees of shame and indignation, but all contained a hint of helpless resignation.
Looking at this vividly sensual scene, Seiji's lips curved slightly.