Chapter 813
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 813
And the next morning.
I was engulfed in an inexplicable sense of anxiety.
Well, “inexplicable” was just a figure of speech; in truth, I knew perfectly well what was causing this anxiety.
In the end, Sara hadn’t come last night.
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out why.
Yesterday was definitely Sara’s turn. There was no way I was mistaken.
Why would I be crazy enough to get something like this wrong? Just imagine the catastrophe if I did.
Even if I had somehow been mistaken, the nightly rotation was between Sara, Diana, and Leia, so it absolutely couldn’t have been Rachel’s turn.
But then why? Why didn’t she come?
Could she have come while we were in the middle of it, seen us, and just left?
No. That wasn’t in Sara’s character.
Whether she got excited and came in to pounce, or got angry and came in to curse or hit me, either way, if she’d seen us, she would have come inside.
Or maybe she was so furious that she used her last shred of reason to turn back, fearing she might beat me to death if she came in?
…Wait a minute. That’s terrifyingly plausible.
Just imagining it for a moment sent a tremor of fear through my hands.
It was so bad that, for an instant, I couldn’t even feel the sensation of Rachel’s breast, which I was holding in my palm.
A fear so great that not even this breast could calm me. Sara, you terrifying girl.
You think I should let go since it’s not calming me down anyway? Pfft. What nonsense.
It’s at times like these that one must focus even harder and try to overcome the fear.
Haaah. So soft and pleasant.
“Ngh…”
As I was caressing her breast, it seems I inadvertently stimulated her a little too earnestly.
The peacefully sleeping Rachel stirred with a soft sigh before gently opening her eyes.
“……Ngh?! …Ah, g-good morning.”
Upon opening her eyes and seeing my face right in front of her, she stared blankly for a moment, then flinched and tried to sit up abruptly.
But she quickly seemed to remember the situation she’d fallen asleep in, and though a little awkward, she offered me a gentle smile and a greeting.
As expected of Rachel. It seemed she wasn’t going to panic this time.
“Yeah. You too, Rachel. Sleep well?”
“Hehe. Yes. A little tired, though.”
Rachel said, sitting up with a languid motion.
She probably wasn’t complaining. The proof was in her bright expression.
“Sorry. Did I push you too hard, even though you have work?”
“Ah, n-no. It’s fine. It… felt good…”
But even knowing that, when I deliberately apologized, my dear Rachel gave me exactly the answer I wanted to hear.
“As expected of the sex-starved receptionist.”
“R-Really. Are you still on about that? I’ll say it again, that was an act, okay? You know that, right?”
“Yes.”
And when I used that to tease her, she retorted smoothly this time, without getting flustered.
However, contrary to her gentle tone, her eyes were quite serious, so I couldn’t tease her any further and had no choice but to nod.
“Anyway, are you okay for time?”
The woman who used to wake up before me and rush out the door had woken up even later than me today.
In fact, part of the reason I apologized earlier was because seeing her wake up later than me made me wonder if I’d been too much of a burden on her.
It wasn’t just to be playful.
“Yes. It’s fine. I adjusted my work hours. I don’t have a ton of free time, but I don’t need to rush to get ready like before.”
But there was no need for me to worry; my career woman was perfect when it came to things like this.
Well, considering we had breakfast together yesterday morning too, it was a natural outcome.
“Then we can be a little more lovey-dovey.”
“Hehe. Lovey-dovey? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What we’re about to do.”
“Kyaa!”
With that, I pulled her body into my arms, laid her back down on the bed, and immediately kissed her.
And she, despite letting out a cute scream, accepted my kiss with a delighted expression.
And so we spent our time being lovey-dovey until Vanessa came to call for us.
And of course, after Vanessa arrived, we followed her down for our meal, but the closer I got to the dining room, the heavier my steps became.
I’d escaped reality for a bit while being lovey-dovey with Rachel, but that didn’t mean I could keep running away forever.
Seriously. It was even scarier because I couldn’t predict how Sara would react.
Nothing like this had ever happened before.
For Sara, who always gets her anger out in a fiery burst and doesn’t hold a grudge, to just let a moment when she should have been furious pass by…
“What’s wrong?”
My expression must have been quite bad, because Rachel peeked at my face and asked with concern.
I envy you. Ignorance is bliss, sometimes. Rachel. We’re in big trouble now.
No. At the very least, I have to protect Rachel.
I’ll take the full brunt of Sara’s fury with my own body.
She didn’t know what she was doing.
While I was steeling my resolve, we had already arrived at the dining room.
Is hell about to unfold once I pass through that door?
Dammit. Fucking Past Guwon. I really need to catch him and beat his ass one of these days. He’s always dumping his problems on me. That son of a bitch.
I was terrified to enter the dining room, but before I could even prepare myself, Vanessa mercilessly opened the door and guided us inside.
And when we went in, Sara was, as expected, already there.
“Oh, good morning. Good morning to you too, Rachel.”
Sara greeted us with the same smile as always.
…W-What? What in the world is going on? Is this some kind of trap to make me lower my guard before she beats me senseless?
Or is this actually some elaborate, hilarious hidden camera prank… no. Not hilarious for me at all.
“Y-Yeah. Good morning to you too… right?”
The moment I asked, cautiously observing her to gauge the situation, Sara’s expression soured slightly.
Hiiiek! I knew it! The plan was to make me lower my guard and then beat me up!
“What is it?”
“W-What is what?!”
“You’re acting weird this morning. Why are you so hesitant?”
But Sara wasn’t trying to get angry.
She had just furrowed her brow slightly because my behavior was so suspicious.
Phew. I got scared for nothing. Ah, no. This is no time to be relieved.
What is it? No, seriously. What in the world is it? Did she hit her head or something? Does she not know yesterday was her turn?
“Hmm. Rachel.”
“Ah, yes, Lady Diana.”
“Later, you must tell this great one how you did it.”
“Yes? D-Did what?”
“I mean, how you got that man to be so…”
“Hey! I can hear you! And I’m not acting like this because of Rachel!”
No. Wait a minute. What’s this? Now that I think about it, it’s not just Sara; no one is saying anything about me and Rachel coming in together.
In fact, they’re acting like it’s completely normal.
Could it be that yesterday was really…?
“Hmm… Then why are you acting this way?”
“No. Wait. So, you’re saying yesterday was Rachel’s turn?”
“What sort of nonsense are you spouting now? Did you not just spend the night with her?”
“No. I mean, yes, but!”
“Um… Rachel? By any chance, did you not explain it to him properly?”
And to me, who couldn’t grasp the situation, the one who extended a helping hand was, once again, our angel.
Sniffle. My angel. As expected, you’re the only one who can bring salvation to this Savior.
Ah, and for the record, that was a pun.
What? Why? Other guys can’t do it, but it’s fine if I do. It’s my name, after all.
“Ah… I-I’m sorry. I was so nervous that I… I did tell him it was my turn, though.”
No. You certainly did.
You really said it was your turn knowing all the rules?! And here I thought…
“Hmph. Well, that can happen. I understand. Then it can’t be helped. This great one shall explain.”
And Diana, after clearing her throat with an “Ahem,” proudly puffed out her non-existent chest, radiating an aura that screamed “praise me” as she explained the situation.
Well, to summarize, it went something like this.
While I was cooped up in the dungeon training, they saw how happy Silvia and Matilda were having regular relations with me. And every day, they saw the lonely faces of Vanessa and Rachel, who couldn’t meet me. This made them think that perhaps they had been too greedy in trying to monopolize me.
That thought grew even stronger when they heard that Matilda’s curse—which until now could hardly be said to be improving—was lifting at a rapid pace.
And in the midst of that, Matilda ended up leaving the party.
With this, the trio who were already monopolizing the nights would now have an overwhelmingly longer amount of time with me outside of the nights as well.
Though, of course, Silvia also went into the dungeon with us.
Matilda, Vanessa, and Rachel could only see me when I came up from the dungeon as it was, and on top of that, I was recently spending far more time in the dungeon than above ground, a trend that was set to continue.
In that situation, was it really the right choice for them to monopolize the nights among themselves?
Of course, if they were to follow their greed, they’d want to maintain that system, but doing so would inevitably lead to dissatisfaction someday.
The problem started with having a philandering husband in the first place, so wasn’t it time for them, the main wives, to show some magnanimity?
After thinking it over and putting their heads together, they decided that from now on, everyone would take turns spending the night with me, one day at a time.
And the one to start this new rotation was none other than Rachel, who hadn’t been able to see my face even once while I was in the dungeon.
Only after hearing all that did I understand why Diana was puffing out her chest and radiating that “praise me” aura.
To put it in one sentence: the three of them had made a concession to ensure the harem I’d built didn’t collapse.
These girls… to think they were thinking that…
“…You guys… Are you really okay with this?”
“Let me make this clear, the main wife is this great one. That fact has not changed, so you’d do well to remember it.”
When I placed a hand on Diana’s head and asked in a deeply moved voice, Diana—despite having so obviously fished for praise—blushed slightly as if embarrassed and said that.
Hey. You idiot. If you say that, Sara’s going to…
“Wait! Diana! What do you mean, subtly claiming you’re the main wife again!”
See? This is what happens. Diana, you knew this would happen and did it on purpose, didn’t you?
“…is what I’d like to say, but there’s something I need to say first.”
But contrary to my thoughts, Sara spoke in a calm voice and looked my way.
W-What is it? Did her personality really change after she gave up her own turn?
Sara. Have you become an adult? Sniffle. Our Sara, who I always thought of as the youngest of the group, has grown up so much…
“Hey. Guwon.”
As she looked at me, overcome with emotion, Sara called my name in an incredibly cold voice.
But I, still soaked in emotion, completely overlooked just how cold Sara’s voice was.
“Yes. What is it, Sara?”
“So, you didn’t know that last night was Rachel’s turn, did you, Guwon?”
“Hahaha. Silly me. Rachel did mention it, but I just thought she said it because she didn’t know the rules. I was so surprised. To think you guys were having such kind-hearted thoughts. As expected, my eye for women is perf—”
I was scratching the back of my head, trying to praise Sara, but she cut me off mid-sentence and spoke in a cold voice.
“In other words, you thought it was my turn, but you still had your fill of fun with Rachel?”
“……Hold on. Please wait just a moment.”
And only then did I realize my mistake.
Of course, Sara didn’t wait at all.
“Hey. Do you really want to die?”
Sara grabbed my head from above with a firm grip and began to squeeze with her fingers.
Aaaaargh! It’s cracking! It’s cracking! It’s cracking!
For real! It’s really cracking! Right now, there’s a crack! A crack! A sound that should not be coming from a skull