The moment the door opened,
Ren hadn't expected to encounter such a situation.
He thought Nojiko had something to report, and he'd even assumed she'd be wearing a nightgown.
Don't ask where the nightgown came from; the answer is it was drawn from the Dimensional Roulette.
In any case, Nojiko, pushing a serving cart, stood before him, looking fresh and lovely. The outfit she wore was one he'd never seen... No, it was one he remembered vividly.
The Succubus Angel Set!
This set's colors were black and white.
Strictly speaking, the wings on the back and the details were white, while the rest was a seductive black.
What is "seductive black"?
Simple.
Imagine a beauty wearing black stockings, and you'll understand the so-called seductive black.
Looking from top to bottom,
Nojiko wore an outfit that was hard to define as a dress or a bodysuit.
The tight succubus mini-dress was a semi-transparent black, allowing a glimpse of the pale skin beneath the fabric.
The specially-textured material clung to Nojiko's skin like cling wrap.
Her lengthened, sky-blue short hair was styled into a look that was both heroic and alluring.
Tiny white straps bravely held up the burden on the sides of her snowy, swan-like neck.
Her delicate neck and collarbone were covered with a layer of semi-transparent gray material, which only made her look more tempting.
Her high, firm peaks completely stretched the fabric across her chest, forming an infinitely deep valley.
The valley descended from the junction of her ribs, with lace patterns spreading past her navel and outlining a unique holy pattern in the triangle region.
The reflective leather corsets on both sides cinched her slender waist before rapidly expanding again, creating a parenthesis-like curve around her hips.
This perfectly outlined the round curves of the bottom half of the hourglass, fully highlighting the full, delicate waist-to-hip ratio.
This formed a symmetrical, contrasting hourglass shape.
Looking further down,
A sheer, short mesh skirt covered the upper part of her thighs, leaving a section of snowy thigh flesh exposed beneath.
A pair of black lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings hugged the perfect curve of her legs, creating the ultimate temptation.
"What is it?"
Nojiko asked, her cheeks flushed and lovely, feigning nonchalance.
However, her slightly nervous breathing betrayed her state of mind.
Although she had prepared herself, this approach—almost offering herself—felt a little too aggressive.
"Is this... dinner? Or two dinners?"
Ren's expression was subtle, his words a double entendre.
He truly hadn't expected to see that Succubus Angel Set again.
Clearly, it wasn't the original set, which had long since sunk into the sea with the Pipi Shrimp.
The only person likely to have memorized the exact design of that set was probably Nami, who was responsible for cleaning his room back then.
In this moment,
He even had another thought—one that was frankly looking at the pot while eating from the bowl.
'So, is there a chance to see another Succubus Angel next time?'
He had now experienced the Nojiko version of the Succubus Angel, but not Nami's.
"Both."
Nojiko blinked, her seductive eyes swirling with moisture.
Even if it was a bit embarrassing, since she had made the preparation, she wouldn't back down!
She actively pushed the serving cart into the master bedroom, then sat on the sofa, picking up a utensil to signal him.
Ren's mind was still formulating thoughts, but his body honestly walked over.
They sat extremely close, practically touching.
"Tonight's meal is going to be a little different. I hope you can understand."
Nojiko's voice softened. She forked a piece of meat and put it into her mouth.
Then, she straddled Ren's body and brought her flushed, pretty face close to his.
"I wonder if you'd mind?"
There was no answer.
Ren wrapped his arms around her slender waist, leaned in, and bit down.
There was really nothing hard to understand.
The younger sister had entered a new path, and the older sister would not be willing to fall behind.
Nami and Nojiko, this pair of sisters, had already shown an inclination to entrust themselves to him.
Coupled with the Evil God Lighter he gave her previously, in gaming terms, their favorability had already broken through the limit and entered the next stage.
Golden sunlight streamed in through the window.
Inside the most luxurious room of the Wetton Family mansion.
Ren, who was in the secondary bedroom, opened his eyes and looked slightly dazedly at the sunlight.
Secondary bedroom?
Oh, the master bedroom was no longer fit for sleeping.
The sofa seemed to have collapsed, and Nojiko had accidentally set the curtains on fire.
The bed... well, it was too wet to sleep on.
Moreover, there were marks everywhere on the floor, so they simply moved to the secondary bedroom.
'Looks like things got a little too crazy.'
Ren narrowed his eyes and used his Clairvoyance to check the time outside.
It was already afternoon. From yesterday evening until now, it had indeed been a bit too much.
Of course,
It wasn't a problem for him, but it had been quite a workout for Nojiko.
At the very least, he could feel his other partner in bed was still sound asleep.
Ren leaned his head against the headboard and pulled the quilt back to glance inside.
He saw scattered, sky-blue short hair and a beautiful, sleeping profile.
Nojiko was curled up in his arms, holding him like an infant, her head nestled against his chest as she slept soundly.
She had profoundly understood last night why Nami was always "dominated in the match" by Ren until the early hours of the morning.
In the beginning, when her stamina allowed, she could resist a few times, perhaps even straddling Ren herself.
But later, when her strength failed, she could only let him have his way.
It was precisely because she couldn't handle him that Nami had secretly pushed her, the older sister, to advance her relationship with Ren.
One person,
Truly couldn't keep Ren "quiet."
'Hmph, don't just talk about you and Nami; even if two more came, I'd still think it was nothing special.'
Ren curled the corner of his mouth and mischievously kneaded her peaks.
Seeing that Nojiko didn't react, he lay back down to enjoy the leisurely time.
At this moment,
His mind was still replaying the feeling from last night, comparing it to his past experiences.
Nami's figure was hotter than Nojiko's.
There was no doubt about that; he had already measured it.
The difference between the two was that Nojiko was slightly softer, like dough.
Nami was more elastic and firmer, with a texture similar to jelly.
If you kneaded her hard, she would bounce back with double the force.
However,
From a figure ratio perspective, both sisters had an hourglass shape.
In any case, they were both fantastic.
Just then, a faint rustling sound came from outside.
Ren paused and instinctively activated his Clairvoyance to check the situation.
He didn't think it was an enemy; the Shikigami were constantly on lookout duty.
The visitor,
Would likely only be Vivi.
In fact,
It was indeed Vivi herself.
After successfully persuading Henzo with both force and words, Vivi had returned to report.
Primarily, Sas was asking when they planned to leave, as the weather nearby seemed to be shifting.
Due to habit and a small personal calculation,
Vivi usually went straight to Ren to report, as Nami and Nojiko did the same.
As a member of the crew, she didn't want to seem out of place.
And then,
Vivi, who headed straight for the master bedroom, witnessed a whole new world.
"This... this is..."
Vivi's beautiful eyes widened as she looked at the incredibly messy "battlefield."
First,
She could rule out that an accident had occurred.
If it were enemies, it would be impossible for them to cut a piece out of the bedsheet on the master bed, right?
But what she could confirm was,
A battle of another kind had erupted here.
'So, Nojiko-nee-san only sent me away for this reason...'
As this realization dawned on her, Vivi's fair, pretty face instantly flushed red, her beautiful eyes swirling with both shame and curiosity.
She wasn't entirely ignorant of such matters.
In fact, she was very well informed.
Because, during a conversation with Pell, he had brought up this possibility, hoping to scare her off.
However,
Vivi herself believed Ren was not that kind of person; he was a gentler and more reliable man.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the approval of Nami and Nojiko-nee-san.
Of course,
She wouldn't have said that at the time, only that she was fully prepared.
Thus,
She received a royal classic from Pell that opened the door to a new world.
Honestly, After meeting Ren and talking with him, Vivi had felt uneasy because of the man's words.
After all, she knew she wasn't particularly clever, and it was hard to truly understand a person after only a brief interaction.
Yet, that was the best she could do under the circumstances.
So... to make up for it, Vivi spent half a month reading that book little by little.
Although she later discovered that Ren was only trying to frighten her at the time,
The knowledge she had memorized was like ink dropped into a bucket, leaving a mark in her mind.
Therefore, She actually understood a lot.
'How long were they at it yesterday? Ren's endurance seems terrifying...'
Vivi covered her face with her hands, But her beautiful eyes, full of curiosity, scanned her surroundings through the large gaps between her fingers.
The knowledge in her memory helped her understand what had happened here... The sofa had two footprints and an outline of a lying body. The carpet in front of the window had two knee prints, likely from supporting or kneeling.
In front of the window: facing the glass, pressed against it, and then facing away.
Two circular imprints... Was Nojiko-nee-san as magnificent as Nami?
She couldn't quite make sense of the corner of the wall; perhaps she was held up with her back against it.
The marks on the large bed... A rare instance of control.
Those strange "clothes" on the floor that were practically torn to shreds bit by bit...
She didn't understand them. The fabric was too bizarre; it seemed to block something, yet failed to block anything at all.
Perhaps out of curiosity, She picked up a semi-circular piece of fabric, which carried a scent similar to the one permeating the room.
'That must be the smell of that thing.'
Vivi instinctively brought the scrap closer, but as the scent intensified, her wrist trembled, and she dropped the fabric as if she'd been electrocuted.
"What am I thinking!"
Vivi patted her face,
Then, she hurried away on tiptoe.
In any case, she couldn't stay here any longer.
Mainly, She felt herself starting to heat up.
After all, she genuinely understood what those signs represented.
'...'
Ren withdrew his gaze with a subtle expression, momentarily unsure of what to say.
In any case, one night of madness was enough.
Next, it was time to consider the arrangements for Mock Town.
(End of Chapter)