"Buzz—, buzz—"

In the early morning, a rapid vibration slowly spread from the bedside table to the bedside.

Junichi, who was dreaming of playing water volleyball, reached for the bedside table in frustration.

But as he groggily opened his eyes, he realized that he had clearly turned off his phone, so where did the vibration come from?

"Ugh, it's so noisy, sis, turn off your phone!"

Just as Junichi was puzzled, a charming voice suddenly came from under the covers.

At the same time, a faint fragrance wafted into Junichi's nostrils, refreshing him.

The scent of a woman!

Junichi Sei jolted awake, all his drowsiness vanishing instantly.

Wait... volleyball!

As if remembering something, Sei Junichi felt another jolt of fear and withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"Auntie, what are you doing here?"

Junichi sat up abruptly from the bed, but seemed to have touched on something and gasped.

Hiss~

Hayakawa Miki rubbed her sleepy eyes, and as a tear squeezed from her eye socket, she let out a big yawn: "Ah~ ooh~"

"Eh? Ose-kun? You're here with your older sister too?"

Hayakawa Miki was clearly unaware of what had happened. She lazily opened her eyes, her long black hair slightly disheveled, and her bright eyes blinked with a touch of naivety.

"This is my room!"

Junichi Sei was in a real bind.

"Oh, that seems to be it. How did I get here?"

Hayakawa Miki rested her chin on her slender index finger, tilting her head with a question mark in her eyes.

Junichi sighed, knowing this guy was hopeless: "You should be the one asking this. And before that, could you please take your hand away?"

"Hand?" Miki Hayakawa was confused.

Junichi looked down at the blanket, and the other girl followed, her eyes widening instantly. Her face flushed, as if she'd been caught in a mousetrap, and she quickly pulled her hand back from under the blanket: "I, I, I..."

Junichi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party wasn't so lacking in basic common sense.

But then, as if she had touched dog poop, Hayakawa Miki screamed in despair.

"My hands are dirty, they're dirty! Ah—"

"..."

This woman, she should stop now!

If Junichi Sei had a level of dislike, he'd probably have a +10 critical hit rate by now!

Did Auntie Silly get the Scumbag System?

They're absolutely masters at manipulating mindsets!

"I remember locking the door, how did you get in?"

Having learned from past mistakes, Junichi Sei has developed the habit of locking the door.

Hayakawa Miki replied matter-of-factly, "The key is under your doormat."

I remember now, my stepmother had left another key under the doormat so she could clean the room from time to time.

What a miscalculation!

"Go back quickly, it won't be good if Mother finds out!"

Junichi was too lazy to ask why the other person was in his bed, and started to kick them out without saying a word.

This is an outrageous act.

Even if it's a misunderstanding, it's absolutely impossible to explain it away!

Sakuno's incident serves as a cautionary tale, cough, although I did accidentally wander into her room back then...

"Why? Didn't your aunt hold you while you slept when you were little?"

Hayakawa Miki had no idea why the other party wanted to kick her out.

"Of course! Because I'm all grown up now!"

Junichi Sei spoke with righteous indignation and unwavering resolve.

Growing up?

It seems so...

Hayakawa Miki stared at her palm and fell silent.

Sei Junichi blushed and said, embarrassed and annoyed, "Stop looking, let's go."

"But Oase-kun's bed is so comfortable, it feels like home, please don't make me leave..."

Hayakawa Miki looked a little aggrieved, her hands clasped together, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

Junichi was unaware that Miki Hayakawa had a habit of not being able to sleep in her own bed. She had slept in Junichi's bed when she visited her sister's house years ago. The reason she ended up in his room was because she was half asleep in the middle of the night, went upstairs to use the bathroom, and naturally entered the wrong room when she came back.

"Da me!"

Junichi Sei crossed his arms, completely unmoved.

[Ding! Target aversion level detected +1. Currently bound character: Hayakawa Miki. Please correct the character's feelings as soon as possible to build a better home together.]

"Kose-kun, you big bad guy!"

Hayakawa Miki kicked Sei Junichi's thigh in a huff, then thudded away from the room with heavy steps.

Junichi sighed, finally getting rid of this clown.

Come on, Junichi! Next time, just draw an apartment directly, then you can quietly farm points!

He turned on his phone and checked the time, only to find it was just before 7 a.m., so he immediately burrowed back into bed.

"Hey, what's that?"

As soon as Junichi turned over, he felt his arm pressing against something soft.

When he finally pulled it out and looked at it, his brain completely shut down. He then threw it onto the bedside table as if he had grabbed something too hot to handle.

It's a bra!

So, she didn't wear anything all night?

"Then what about what I just did..." Junichi looked at his hands and fell silent as well.

...

Fortunately, after driving Hayakawa Miki away, the thing Junichi was worried about did not happen.

Perhaps the other two women in the room were fast asleep and didn't notice anything unusual.

Around 3 p.m., Junichi Se set off.

The tutoring for that young lady, Yuuin, is twice a week, at a time that is not fixed and depends on her other schedule.

Despite seemingly being born with a silver spoon in her mouth, most of Izumi Yoruin's life has been planned out for her, with an unimaginable amount of academic work.

He learned everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

The worst part is that he's also constantly being watched by his stepmother's people, a life that even Junichi Sei finds incredibly agonizing.

Thinking about it this way, it's not surprising that the other party is so cunning and sharp-tongued.

This time, it was Madam's personal maid, Konagi, who came out to greet Junichi Sei.

However, when they arrived at the door to check, Junichi made a capricious request.

"If possible, could you have someone else examine me?"

Looking at the two burly men in front of him, who were as strong as gorillas, Junichi Sei quietly protested.

Since a full-body checkup would be conducted, leaving no spot unchecked, Junichi hoped to have a gentler female bodyguard instead.

The two male bodyguards didn't speak, but looked at Konagi in the tucked room. Clearly, the little maid had a lot of say in this room.

Since her master had instructed her to try her best to fulfill the man's requests, Nagi nodded and said, "Please call Naraku-san..."

"Wait a minute," Junichi interrupted again.

Nagi, turning to her new room, looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Seijun kept staring at the other person, his charm boosted to 9, making it hard to hate his smile even though it seemed awful: "I want Ms. Tsune-on to examine my body."

"..." The coldness on the faces of the two male bodyguards gradually began to crumble.

My hands are so itchy, can I hit someone?!