Dual System in Daily World

The alliance between Utaha and Eriri often leads to quarrels over various disputes when they lack a common enemy. 

However, once someone appears who may threaten their interests, their alliance becomes unbreakable, and they instantly share a mutual hatred.

Occasional small fights without resolution are normal and don't have a significant impact. 

As long as they don't become overly focused on fighting among themselves during serious situations, it's manageable. 

They have a tacit understanding about this and cooperate very well.

After Chisato returned home, he saw Utaha wearing a gorgeous kimono that showcased the gentle and charming temperament of a Yamato Nadeshiko, giving him the sense that he had truly married her and started a family. 

This effect was exactly what Utaha had hoped to achieve.

The gaffe she made earlier when seeing Iroha had been completely restrained. 

Due to the strict access control at home, Eriri could not be with Chisato at all times. Therefore, the responsibility of supervision fell solely on her.

Of course, the true intention behind this could not be expressed so obviously, as it might make Chisato unhappy. Thus, Utaha's little trick would not cause him any disgust.

"... Chisato, let me rub your back," she said.

As the bathroom door opened, Utaha stepped into the foggy space. 

She had removed her kimono, tied her hair up, and wrapped a large towel around her body. 

After closing the bathroom door, she approached Chisato, whose Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously.

The direct gaze from him caused the temperature of her entire body to rise, and her cheeks turned bright red. 

Although she could roughly guess his reaction, but witnessing the effect under the steam of the bathroom was so immediate that it made Utaha feel an uncontrollable rush of springtime warmth in her heart.

She thought about what Eriri had said to her earlier that day and still didn't quite believe it... 

Seven times? 

How could that be possible? 

Yet, considering his current state of mind, it seemed she wasn't lying.

While she felt happy about her future life, Utaha was also a little flustered. 

The time to deepen their relationship was not now. However, if Chisato really wanted to pursue that, she lacked the confidence to refuse him. 

There was a high probability that she would comply half-heartedly and even suspect that she would instinctively respond to her body's urges.

After all, attraction is a two-way street.

Despite her worries, Utaha was clearly overthinking. Chisato first dropped the towel from his shoulders, covering himself with it as he shook his head in response.

"No, I can wash it myself."

Utaha felt somewhat relieved, but at the same time, she also felt a twinge of resentment. 

Nevertheless, she stood at the entrance to greet him like before, showing no signs of hesitation.

She placed a stool under the showerhead and patted it gently with her palm.

Chisato met her stubborn gaze and couldn't help but let out a wry smile. He wrapped the towel around his waist, reluctantly stepping out of the bathtub to sit on the stool with his back to her.

"Please tell me if the pressure is too low."

After Utaha said this, she officially began to rub his back. 

Chisato felt a subtle mood shift as her delicate hands glided over his back. 

The doubts that had previously surfaced lingered in his mind again. Utaha was indeed a bit different than before. 

The most significant change was her newfound humility.

Based on Chisato's understanding of her, this was quite strange. 

Unless she wanted something, she typically would not allow herself to exhibit such a side. 

Even when she did, it was only during moments of intimacy when she was compelled to reveal this vulnerability.

But now, she didn't seem to be asking for anything; she was simply willing to serve him.

Chisato reasoned that this change must be due to Iroha. Perhaps she felt a sense of crisis and sought to increase her favorability through a warm-hearted approach.

After some contemplation, he gradually confirmed this guess and began to feel a bit worried. 

Just showing up in Utaha's presence had caused such a significant change in Iroha. 

If she learned that he had confirmed his relationship with Kazusa and had kissed Eriri multiple times, wouldn't her reaction be even more violent and unpredictable?

Chisato felt a headache brewing as he considered these complex issues. Figuring out how to make the girls around him accept one another had always been a challenge. 

His original plan was to open a dialogue with Utaha and Eriri, persuading them to accept the situation before addressing Kazusa's involvement.

However, given the current circumstances, things didn't seem very optimistic. Not to mention Eriri, Utaha's rejection was quite apparent.

"Chisato," she called softly.

"What is it Utaha?," he replied.

"After you finish your shower, go to the room and wait for me. Just like yesterday, I want to be held by you as I sleep."

"..."

Chisato felt another headache coming on. 

He was in his adolescent years, capable of great strength, yet he found himself being held to sleep by Utaha, unable to make any unnecessary movements. 

The experience was more painful than pleasurable.

As if sensing Chisato's emotions, Utaha paused her massage and reached forward to embrace him.

"... Unlike last night, we can take our time today."

Her words excited Chisato. 

Before he could contemplate the implications, Utaha leaned in close to his ear and whispered, 

"You can look forward to it. Later, I can do something that Eriri could never do..."

Something that Eriri absolutely cannot do...

Chisato felt the softness of her body against his back and instantly grasped the implication of Utaha's words. 

His breathing quickened.

Originally worried about how the relationships among the girls around him would unfold, he now found himself looking forward to the evening with great anticipation.

After emerging from the bathroom, Chisato obediently leaned against the bedside, waiting for her to finish washing up, just as Utaha had instructed.

About twenty minutes later, she opened the door and walked in, turning off the main light in the room and leaving only a dim nightlight on.

She approached Chisato on all fours, like a cat creeping forward. 

As she removed the hairpin securing her hair, her dark locks cascaded down, adding an irresistible charm to her presence.

The two embraced and kissed, causing the temperature in the room to rise.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Kazusa held her chin with her left hand, staring at her wardrobe, worrying about what outfit she should wear for tomorrow's dinner with Chisato.

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