“It’s just one plan after another,” Ryouta says, slouching over and placing his forehead against his arms. “Don’t get me wrong. I love dating you all, but sometimes I just want to sleep and be lazy and do absolutely nothing with no responsibilities.”

“Then why don’t you?” Cassandra asks.

“It’s not like I can just do nothing all day anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Because. I’d be a bad boyfriend if I did that, wouldn’t I?”

“Not really. As long as you let us have our own lazy days, I don’t see what the problem is.”

“Cassandra is correct, my hero. If you truly wish for a lazy day sometime, all you must do is let us know and we will be sure to stay out of your hair! Then you must do the same for us at some point. Though, I believe I would rather you serve as my servant for a day instead of leaving me alone all day,” Alice explains.

“You would probably make me act out your fantasies,” Ryouta says, lifting his head up from his arms.

“Is there a problem with that?” Alice asks, her smile and the fluttering of her eyes failing to convince Ryouta of any innocence.

“I guess not. I want my lazy day tomorrow then.”

“The only one you’ll have to convince is Serra,” Cassandra says.

Ryouta looks over at Serra and sees her mischievous smile.

He knows that Cassandra is right. If there is one person who is going to be trying to harass him on a lazy day, it’s going to be Serra. It’s also going to be sexual harassment rather than regular harassment.

That makes it better at least.

“Do any of you have any ideas for what I should do with Aza?” he asks.

“Well, my hero, have you already said anything to her about what to expect tonight?” Alice asks.

“Uh… I forget. No, wait. There is something I said.” He sighs and places his head back down against his arms.

“Well, what is it that you said?”

All they get out of him are muffled mumbles.

“You sound suspicious,” Cassandra says.

“And you have big boobs,” Ryouta says, turning his head just enough to stare right at Cassandra’s chest.

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“H-hey, don’t just say that out of nowhere! And stop staring at them like that,” she says, placing her arms over her chest to try and hide them from his view. Of course, they’re large enough that placing her arms over them does little to actually hide them. Seeing her try to hide them makes her into an even more erotic sight if anything.

“Is there something wrong, my hero? Did you perhaps try to be smooth again and are now embarrassed recalling whatever it is that you said?” Alice asks, causing Ryouta to freeze. “Ah.”

Ryouta forces himself to thaw so that he can stare directly at Alice’s thighs with the same forceful glare that he gave Cassandra’s chest. Unfortunately, he can’t see much of her thighs due to the short dress that she is wearing and the socks that go up to her thighs, but there is just a tiny sliver of skin available for his eyes to feast on between where her socks and dress end. “There’s nothing wrong, thighs,” he says.

Alice slowly turns red as she tries tugging down on her dress enough to hide her thighs, including the portion of them covered by her socks. “Y-you are being rather lecherous this morning, are you not? I would not normally mind such a thing, but you know how I feel about my thighs! To address them specifically…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, thighs.”

“Ry-Ryouta! Please…”

“Is something wrong, soft, perfect, comfy thighs?”

Alice hangs her head low so that none of her loves may see the red tone taking over the color of her face, her fingers fidgeting as they keep her dress held down.

Cassandra opens her mouth to try and save Alice, but Ryouta’s eyes return to her chest before she can say anything.

Then he realizes something.

He’s having fun teasing both Alice and Cassandra, so now he needs to tease Serra. But where is she?

He looks down.

Underneath the table, climbing up between his legs, is none other than Serra with a devilish grin on her face and her hands on his thighs.

The sight surprises him more than arouses at him first, causing his legs to jolt up to slam his knees into the table’s underside.

The table suddenly jumped up surprises Cassandra and Alice, too.

Serra might have meant to give Ryouta a fun surprise, but she has instead given her boyfriend and girlfriends a fearsome one.

A few minutes later, once Serra has been taken out from underneath the table and after the girls have stopped giggling at Ryouta, they return to the previous subject of just what it was that Ryouta told Azalabulia.

“Well,” Ryouta says, ready for the cringe, “you see… I – I told her that I’d… be her teacher for love and - love and pleasure.”

Cassandra covers her mouth with her hand and looks away while Alice does her best to maintain a straight face.

Then there is Serra who just so happens to be looking at videos of cats on her phone.

“My hero,” Alice says, “please do tell me. Were those your exact words? It is very important for us to know precisely what you said.”

“I – I said, ‘I’ll be the one who teaches you of love and pleasure,’” he forces himself to say in one go.

Alice may be keeping her expression still and serious, but she’s struggling to keep her head still at this point. It’s as if her amusement is trying to force its way out of her in one way or another.

“Did that actually work on her?” Cassandra asks.

“Yeah,” Ryouta answers. “It’s how I got the information out of her about when the girls’ night was.”

Alice takes a deep breath and sighs. “In that case, I believe I know what she will be expecting. My hero, you have two choices: you may either disappoint her expectations, or you may go all-in on your ability to seduce women with smooth lines to give her a night that she will never forget!”

“I’d rather her forget about my attempts at being smooth.”

“But, my hero, why would any of us wish to forget when they are so amusing?”

“This is bullying.”

“I know, my hero.”

“I’m going to grope your thighs.”

Alice’s eyes widen as she tugs back down on her dress.