Hoshimiya Mukuro

It was already dark when it was over.

"Higashino- kun."

"Um."

I'm very happy today.

"Me too."

Yamai Yuzuru sat opposite, looking out the window.

"Agreed, Yamai Yuzuru is happy too."

Higashino Makoto looked at them and remained silent for a moment.

"What about tomorrow? Where do you want to go?"

Yamai Kaguya.

"I don't know, anywhere is fine with me."

"As long as I'm with Higashino- kun, that's fine."

Yamai Yuzuru added.

Higashino Makoto's lips curled up slightly.

The next night, Higashino Makoto lay on his hotel bed, staring at the ceiling.

The two-day date was over, and he still hadn't figured out how to start the conversation.

Or should we wait for them to come themselves?

The door was pushed open.

It wasn't one person, it was two people.

Yamai Kaguya and Yamai Yuzuru stood at the doorway, wearing the same white yukata, their hair still wet, water droplets dripping from the ends.

The neckline of her yukata was open, revealing her fair collarbone and a small section of her shoulder.

Yamai Kaguya gripped the sash of her yukata, her fingers tightening slightly.

Yamai Yuzuru's hands hung at her sides, her expression calm, but her ears were red.

Yamai Kaguya entered the room, with Yamai Yuzuru following behind her.

The door closed. Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, bathing the room in a silvery glow.

Yamai Kaguya stood by the bed, looking down at him.

Her long orange hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends still damp with moisture.

Her face flushed slightly, but the corners of her mouth remained upturned, carrying a hint of stubborn defiance.

"Higashino- kun."

"Um."

"Next, please help us decide who is more charming."

Yamai Yuzuru stood beside her, looking down at him as well.

"I agree. It's definitely Yamai Yuzuru's victory anyway."

Higashino Makoto looked at the two of them and smiled.

"This is a real problem."

Higashino Makoto sat up and pulled the two of them into his arms.

Yamai Kaguya leaned against him on the left, Yamai Yuzuru leaned against him on the right.

Neither of them struggled; they simply leaned on his shoulder and closed their eyes.

His long orange hair fell loosely on his arms, tickling him.

That night, Higashino Makoto couldn't determine who was more charming.

Because the two sisters are most charming when they are together.

If one person scores 80 points, the combined score of two people is not 160, but 200, 300, or even more.

They are like two puzzle pieces; they are beautiful on their own, but only when put together do they form a complete picture.

Yamai Kaguya charged ahead, while Yamai Yuzuru held the line from behind.

Yamai Kaguya was in charge of provoking, while Yamai Yuzuru was in charge of cleaning up the mess.

As dawn broke, Yamai Kaguya lay on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her long orange hair scattered across it.

Yamai Yuzuru lay beside her, her expression calm, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

"Higashino- kun."

"Um."

What's the evaluation?

Higashino Makoto looked at her.

"Draw."

Yamai Kaguya peeked out from under the pillow, his orange eyes staring at him.

"Draw?"

"Hmm, I really can't tell who's more charming, so I'll just admit defeat."

Yamai Kaguya's lips curled up slightly.

"Hmph, then it'll be a draw."

Yamai Yuzuru nodded.

"Approved."

Higashino Makoto looked down at his palm.

The eighth seed has also begun to sprout.

When Higashino Makoto left the Yamai Sisters' hotel, the sun was already high in the sky.

He stood at the entrance, looked up at the hotel building, and saw the glass curtain wall reflecting the blinding sunlight.

The two sisters' stamina was indeed impressive after two days of dating, especially Yamai Yuzuru, whose endurance was astonishing.

Although Yamai Kaguya charges forward fiercely, he lacks stamina in the second half. He often has great momentum in the first half, but then becomes exhausted in the second half.

Yamai Yuzuru is different; she maintains a consistent rhythm from beginning to end, neither too fast nor too slow, but she never stops.

He rubbed his lower back and walked along the street.

He noticed he had been rubbing his lower back frequently lately, which was not a good sign.

Who's left as the next target?

I counted on my fingers, and only two were left.

He thought for a moment and decided to go to the dessert shop first.

He's been out and about these past few days, and he's been missing Rem's black tea.

It's a pity I didn't bring her this time, I'll definitely bring her next time.

Pushing open the door of the dessert shop, the wind chimes tinkled.

He habitually walked to the table in the corner and then stopped.

Because that table was already occupied.

Her long, golden hair was braided into a thick braid, wrapped around her neck, and still reached down to her calves.

The end of the braid was tied with a pink ribbon, which was then tied into a bow.

She was wearing a white dress, revealing a section of her fair thigh.

She was petite but unusually voluptuous, and the fabric of her dress stretched taut.

A strawberry sundae sat in front of her; the ice cream had mostly melted, turning into a pale pink liquid, but she didn't eat it.

Hoshimiya Mukuro. She rested her chin on her hands, her golden eyes fixed on the melting ice cream, lost in thought.

Higashino Makoto leaned against the doorway, watching this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Dessert shops are really a great place to refresh your Elf Kingdom.

He walked towards the table.

Mukuro Hoshimiya seemed to sense something, raised his head, and saw him with his golden eyes.

Her eyes lit up immediately, and she stood up from her chair, jogging towards him.

Her steps were quick, clattering softly, and her white dress swayed gently with each step, her overly voluptuous figure bouncing like two startled rabbits.

Higashino Makoto's gaze involuntarily shifted downwards slightly before quickly looking away.

Do not look at what is improper. This is your own property, and you will have plenty of opportunities to look at it later. There is no need to rush.

Mukuro Hoshimiya stopped in front of him and looked up at him.

Joy shone in his golden eyes, and a small smile appeared on his lips.

"My lord."

Her voice was soft, with a touch of classical charm.

"Liu'er has finally met you."

Higashino Makoto looked down at the golden head, with only one thought in his mind.

Yes, it's exactly my type.

Petite figure, voluptuous curves, long golden hair, golden eyes, adorable expression, and a slightly classical way of speaking.

Every single detail reflects his aesthetic sense.

"Yes, sorry to keep you waiting."

He reached out and ruffled her hair.

Golden strands of hair brushed against his fingers, soft and smooth.

His braid was wrapped around his neck, the ends of which swayed gently as he rubbed his head.

Mukuro Hoshimiya squinted, like a kitten being stroked, rubbing its head against his palm.

"My lord, Liu'er has been waiting for you for a long time."

She grabbed his hand, preventing him from pulling it away. She cupped his palms in her hands and pressed them against her cheeks.

"I will stay with Liu'er forever."

Higashino Makoto paused, looking into those golden eyes.

There was no joking in those eyes.

Huh, is it that gravity?

He was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"... Let me think about it."

Mukuro Hoshimiya's brow furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed.

"Alright, my lord, take your time thinking. Liu'er will wait for you."

She pulled him to sit down at the table, then sat next to him, still holding his hands tightly.

The strawberry sundae completely melted, turning into a cup of pink liquid.

She glanced at him, then continued looking at him.

Higashino Makoto leaned back in his chair, his mind wandering to other things.

He was thinking about a problem.

He traveled through so many worlds, and the number of women he encountered also increased.

He's all alone, and with only one body, he's finding it difficult to be in two places at once and can't take care of everything.

Regardless, leaving something unattended for too long is never a good idea.

To be honest, I really need to think about this issue.

But what if we use smaller worlds as a revolving loop to alter the flow of time in the world?

Is it possible?