Inside the ward.

In a daze, the man smelled a faint fragrance mixed with disinfectant. Immediately afterwards, he felt an immense pressure on his chest. This suffocating feeling was heavy and made it difficult for him to breathe.

He instinctively pushed, and with a soft cry of "Ah!" he instantly regained oxygen.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure, one hand covering her neckline and the other holding a wet wipe, looking at him with a blush on her face.

He instinctively touched his forehead; it was wet. So the woman in front of him had been wiping his forehead.

Although the woman's face was very delicate, the man felt that she was completely unfamiliar to him, and even had the feeling that he was dreaming.

"Oh, you rascal..."

Junichi was about to ask a question, but the words suddenly stopped in his throat.

One's own language...

At the same time, the beautiful woman seemed to have adjusted her state as well. She noticed Junichi's abnormality and stepped forward with concern: "Junichi-kun, what's wrong?"

For some reason, even though no one recognized the woman in front of him, information about her would spontaneously appear in his mind.

Misae Hayakawa, stepmother.

His own stepmother.

Emmm... So, does that mean the birth mother has already been sacrificed to heaven?

However, his identity did not seem to be the name he remembered, but rather the name he was addressed by the other party.

Junichi Sei!

At this moment, Junichi's gaze was unfocused and his expression was one of utter astonishment, which made Misae Hayakawa, who had been taking care of him, feel even more guilty.

“Junichi, I know this is very difficult for you to accept, but your father has really passed away.”

Hayakawa Misae wiped her slightly reddened eyes and pretended to be strong: "I am indeed not a very good mother, and there is still much I need to learn, but I will definitely take good care of you in place of your father. Please give me this opportunity."

"I'll take care of the mortgage issue. You and Sakuno just need to focus on your studies."

As she spoke, Hayakawa Misae stood up again and bowed deeply to Sei Junichi at a perfect 90-degree angle.

So, the biological father is also gone?

Sei Jun's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

That's very strange, extremely strange!

Even though the other person's language was so unfamiliar, I somehow managed to understand it completely.

Of course, while it's unfamiliar, it's not entirely unfamiliar.

It seems to have some similarities to the study materials on a friend's hard drive.

Junichi Sei strongly condemns the idea of ​​secretly taking extra classes without telling your best friend.

Fearing that the other person might learn strange knowledge, I participated in the learning process with a critical eye.

Then, several mentors came into his life.

It also cured Junichi Sei's long-standing problem of being good at only one subject!

Because these teachers are really professional and responsible, they made even the most difficult foreign language subject his forte.

Little American, Little Russian, Little Filipino, Little English, Little French, Little Sakura—from single-language speakers to multilingual speakers…

However, none of this matters, because judging from various signs, Junichi Sei seems to have come to a conclusion.

It feels like I've been reborn.

In short, he is a university student in Sakura University whose father has passed away and whose mother died young.

As for the beautiful woman in front of him, she seems to be his second wife, or what netizens often refer to as his stepmother.

However, when it comes to cherry blossoms, another word would be more accurate: widow.

Furthermore, the other party was not single; he remarried his adoptive father and had a child with him.

Yes, if I remember correctly, I should have a younger sister who is not related to me by blood.

"Junichi-kun?"

Junichi was taken aback, then realized that he hadn't answered the other person yet, which was why the other person had been bending over.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Uncle!"

Satsuki apologized instinctively.

"What...what did you just call me?"

Hayakawa Misae's beautiful eyes twitched; her reaction seemed rather strong.

"Ogasan? Is...is there a problem?"

Sei Jun's heart skipped a beat, thinking he had revealed his Kun-style footwork.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was enveloped in a soft embrace, and faint sobs could be heard: "Waaah~ Junichi-kun, you finally acknowledge me?"

"Mother!"

At the same time, an unhappy, delicate cry came from behind them.

Hearing the commotion, Hayakawa Misae quickly released Sei Junichi, her fair, snow-white face flushed slightly, and she didn't dare look at Sei Junichi: "I...I'm sorry, I was rude."

Just then, a mechanical voice suddenly rang in Junichi's mind.

[Ding! Target's aversion level detected +1. The Warm Home System is now officially launched. Currently bound character: stepsister, Hayakawa Sakuno. Please correct the character's feelings as soon as possible to build a beautiful home together.]

[Note: 1 point of dislike equals 10,000 yen. 10 points allow for one lottery draw. Accumulated points can be exchanged for shares in any medium-sized or lower-tier company in Tokyo.]

Junichi was startled, but was then enveloped in overwhelming joy.

No man can resist the allure of deep blue.

But how did this supposedly cozy home end up being associated with a level of dislike?

Is this meant to make him completely inhuman?

Forget it, none of that matters. Disgust can be monetized and converted into company shares. I will never let any woman in the world live under the same sky!

It was only then that Junichi noticed a little girl standing not far away.

She wasn't exactly young; thanks to inheriting her mother's good genes, she not only had fair skin and a beautiful face with a shapely figure, but also a sexy beauty mark at the corner of her eye, and her slightly pursed lower lip glistened under the light.

The floral-trimmed dress had a low neckline, and the short skirt barely covered her hips, with a hint of sheer stockings underneath. Combined with a string of earrings, she looked somewhat rebellious.

It has a Tokyo gyaru vibe!

If I remember correctly, this should be my adopted sister, but she's not very friendly to me.

However, he was never one to fuss over details, and he was more than happy to have such a ready-made tool for racking up points. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Could I have a mirror?"

“Of course!” Hayakawa Misae agreed without hesitation, then winked at her daughter, “Sakuno.”

Hayakawa Sakuno frowned slightly, clearly not too willing. As her mother's expression grew increasingly unpleasant, she finally chose to compromise.

"I see."

It's always like this, even though I'm clearly your biological daughter!

[Ding! Hayakawa Sakuno's dislike level increases by 1!]

Junichi, lying on the bed, gave the other person a strange look, but still took the mirror that the other person handed him.

However, because he was still very weak, his outstretched hand wobbled and accidentally brushed against the other person's hand.

So smooth!

[Ding! Hayakawa Sakuno's dislike level increases by 1!]

At the same time, Hayakawa Sakuno recoiled as if electrocuted, her eyes wide and her pretty face flushed.

Was this stinky pig doing it on purpose?

This wave of disgust... is truly unjust. It's all because this body is too weak. Helpless, Seijun has no choice but to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

But as soon as he lifted the mirror, his expression froze.

In the mirror, his face was almost entirely covered by long bangs from the bridge of his nose upwards. Although Junichi didn't know how he could get his sight out of the bangs, this autistic setting was a bit too incongruous.

Wait a minute... a beautiful stepmother, and a stepson whose bangs are obscuring his vision.

I feel like some dormant memory has been awakened.

But Junichi quickly shook his head. What bullshit memories, mother or whatever, it can only be his mother.

Be kind, Junichi!

Thinking this, Junichi's gaze unconsciously drifted to Misae Hayakawa beside him.

Hiss~

But she's so beautiful...

No way, I'll just go and cut my bangs myself tomorrow!

This fringe must be tainted with evil magic; it must be destroyed.

"Hoo..." Junichi took a deep breath, and after adjusting his mindset slightly, he asked curiously, "You just mentioned something about the mortgage?"

Junichi searched his memories but knew nothing about it except that his adoptive father had been a senior executive at a company. It seemed that the other party had never revealed anything else about him.

This is not surprising at all. Japan is a country with a strong sense of male chauvinism. Even if the pillar of the family suffers setbacks outside, he will not admit his incompetence and cowardice at home.

The term "mortgage," which evokes feelings of financial hardship, is even more unfamiliar to them.

Misae Hayakawa hesitated for a moment, but then, remembering that her stepson was now an adult and that their relationship had only recently improved, she said softly, "We still have 70% of the mortgage to pay off on the house, and with your father gone, I'm afraid we'll have to..."

"How many?"

"80 million yen..."

"Forehead……"

The other person's words were somewhat subtle, but Junichi still understood: they would soon be homeless.

In short, as a widow and her child, they simply cannot afford to repay the nearly 80 million yen mortgage. Even at 70%, they still owe at least 56 million yen.

At this moment, Junichi Sei felt a little like cursing his cheap father. How could anyone treat their son like that?

Can we skip the incense stick next year?

If I remember correctly, my stepmother had been a housewife until her adoptive father passed away, and it's still uncertain whether she can find a suitable job now.

Junichi was silent for a moment, but just as he was about to ask how much savings his family had, a nurse knocked on the door outside the ward.

"Hello, someone is looking for you at the information desk."

The three people in the ward exchanged glances, all looking bewildered.

Composing himself, Junichi asked again, "Who?"

"She looks like a pregnant woman..."

[Ding! Hayakawa Sakuno's dislike level increases by 1!]

"???"