Early the next morning, inside Nagami's room.
"Bronya... can't hold on any longer..."
"Hang in there, Bronya! We're almost done—just a little more!"
"No good... Bronya can't take it anymore…"
A small, delicate hand slipped from the sleeve of an oversized yellow Houmu-themed pajama top and gently rested on Nagami's shoulder.
The loose fabric slid slightly, revealing a hint of her soft, tender skin beneath the collar.
"I leave the rest to you…"
Handing over the game console, Bronya—like a sleepy kitten—rolled her petite body and snuggled into Nagami's lap.
There was an odd sense of charm to her sleepy movements, one that was strangely enticing.
"Bronya... I believe in you!"
Her young face was drowsy, long eyelashes fluttering as her eyelids drooped.
With the last of her strength, she gave a tiny nod before completely dozing off.
A messy strand of gray hair clung to the corner of her mouth, and her porcelain doll-like face seemed faint and hazy in sleep.
It was the kind of scene that could drive every lolicon in the world into madness.
Unfortunately for them, Nagami wasn't in the mood to appreciate such a sight.
"You're as cute as Shiro, but I'm not some multitasking octopus like Sora!"
Nagami shouted in exasperation at Bronya's betrayal at the crucial moment.
He had no time to enjoy the scent of milk and the charm of this expressionless little girl curled in his lap.
Grabbing the game console, he leapt to his feet and dashed out of the room.
'Whoosh—Thud!'
The console traced a perfect arc through the air, heading straight for the door—only for it to swing open at the last second.
A pale, slender hand shot out and caught the device flawlessly.
"As expected... in this world, you can only count on yourself!"
And Bronya dared to call herself the top player? She couldn't even survive one all-nighter. Pathetic!
Thanks to his C.C.-level sleep recovery ability, Nagami hadn't even considered the intensity of the game session.
Now sitting side-by-side on the sofa, backs leaning against each other, knees tucked up, their fingers moved swiftly over their respective consoles.
"Morning, Nagami, C.C.…"
A sleepy voice called out as Kiana stumbled in, rubbing her eyes.
She was clearly still half-asleep, her long white hair a wild mess with a stubborn ahoge poking up.
She swayed as she walked, the strap of her camisole sliding off her smooth shoulder.
The fabric clung tightly to her ample chest, but somehow refused to fall completely.
"Kiana?!"
Nagami stared in disbelief, as if the sun had risen in the west.
Kiana... up this early? Was this the real Kiana?
His eyes flicked to the fair, glowing skin of her chest caught in the morning light, and his brows knit slightly.
Nope.
Neither the heiress Kiana nor the other Kiana would be this careless with their clothes.
This was definitely the tuna Kiana.
"Did you stay up all night too?"
Seeing the lifeless way Kiana slumped onto the dining table, exhaustion written all over her face, Nagami asked curiously.
"Ugh... well... sort of..."
Still rubbing her sleepy face, Kiana weakly waved her hand, then collapsed onto the table again—pretending to be dead to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks.
She'd tossed and turned all night, unable to calm down.
Every time she closed her eyes, the two Sirin's words and the memories of playing with Nagami came rushing back.
How was she supposed to sleep like that?!
And on top of that… this guy was ridiculously popular with so many girls!
Peeking through half-lidded eyes, Kiana snuck a glance at the boy immersed in his game.
The faint morning light bathed his face, giving him a gentle, almost flawless glow.
His jet-black eyes gleamed with focus, impossible to look away from.
Her already pink cheeks darkened further as she mumbled something under her breath and swayed her little head from side to side.
Nagami watched in confusion as Kiana suddenly stood and ran back to her room, as if making some strange decision.
Scratching his head in puzzlement, Nagami soon shrugged and returned to his game.
Playing solo in the bottom lane was just like his ID name implied—"One-Man Army"!
He didn't need an ADC and support duo.
Heck, he could take on five opponents by himself!
As the enemy Nexus exploded, Nagami's account shot back to rank one on the server.
He casually tossed the console onto the low table and walked into the bathroom with C.C., the two of them silently and perfectly in sync as they brushed their teeth and washed up—something that would've seemed downright eerie to anyone else.
Returning to the living room, they found Mei waiting to greet them.
She was already dressed in the armor of the Herrscher of Rice—that is, an apron.
As the girls began to wake one by one, the dorm gradually came to life with activity.
While enjoying a massage from the perfect maid herself, C.C. closed her eyes in bliss.
The maid's pale, slender hands kneaded her shoulders with just the right pressure, carrying the faint fragrance of roses—rich yet not overwhelming.
The only downside was that their two bodies couldn't enjoy this luxury at the same time.
Nagami glanced at Rita and shook his head.
The perceptive maid noticed his gaze and, perhaps misunderstanding it, smiled knowingly.
Her elegant, enchanting face lit up with amusement, and her wine-red eyes gave Nagami a playful, almost teasing wink.
As soon as they all head off to class, Rita will be yours and yours alone, Nagami-sama~
Such mutual understanding between degenerates was almost touching.
Nagami instantly grasped the meaning behind Rita's elegant, undisguised smile, and his expression twisted slightly.
Honestly, he didn't take Rita's daily teasing seriously anymore.
After all, no matter how much she tried to stir things up, this maid couldn't shake him.
When two scoundrels clashed, the one with less shame would always win—and in that department, Nagami had plenty of experience.
Helping Mei carry out the freshly prepared breakfast, Nagami glanced at the three very distinct, white-haired girls gathered at the table and narrowed his eyes slightly.
This... situation was downright bizarre.
Choosing what seemed like the "safest" seat, he quietly sat down and focused on eating.
C.C's golden eyes flickered slightly as she gauged the atmosphere, but knowing full well the secret of their dual bodies, she refrained from acting out.
Meanwhile, the heiress Kiana and the true Kiana (Sirin) sat across from each other, smiling like blooming flowers—an image of sisterly warmth spreading between them.
"How did you sleep last night? Hope you're getting used to everything here?"
The heiress asked gently, her voice sweet and soft, her expression pure kindness.
"Mm... meeting everyone made me feel safe. I slept well."
True Kiana responded in the same gentle, soothing tone, her fair face brightening with a smile more dazzling than the morning sun.
On the surface, they looked like close sisters enjoying breakfast together.
In truth, both of them were struggling to keep their minds in check—desperately hiding the events of last night from the other.
Since when did those two get so chummy?
C.C watched their heartwarming display with increasingly suspicious eyes. But what happened next made her confusion turn to horror.
"Kiana, here—this omelette's really good. Try it~"
"Kiana, this mushroom porridge is delicious. Have some~"
Both Kianas—wearing the identity of "Sirin"—smiled sweetly as they brought food to K423's place at the table, doting on her like older sisters—or mothers spoiling their daughter.
Their brilliant blue eyes widened as they realized they'd moved at the exact same time.
But each of them was so busy controlling their thoughts, neither dared let their mind wander to this strange coincidence.
The hearts of both the heiress and true Kiana tightened.
Their carefully crafted smiles stiffened slightly as they exchanged cautious nods.
They held back every stray thought, pouring their concentration into disrupting the resonance between their identical minds.
C.C gasped sharply.
The heiress Kiana... okay, maybe she'd care. But the other one too? Since when did she care about the paramecium?!
And it didn't even look fake!
What the hell kind of world is this…? Like a mouse happily being a cat's bridesmaid...
The mad chaos in her DNA playlist started looping again. C.C rubbed her pale cheeks to forcibly stop the mental noise.
"What... is this...?"
The strange mood made Kiana herself stiffen—back straight, heart racing, throat dry.
But then, a flash of brilliance lit up in her bright blue eyes.
Yes. Under external pressure...
Even a paramecium can evolve!
They were both trying to win her over, sure... but at the core, they were still her "enemies." She hadn't forgotten that.
She glanced at Nagami, quietly eating his breakfast, and pouted her small lips.
Then her eyes shifted slyly to the green-haired girl quietly watching from the side.
Yes... these two Sirins couldn't be trusted.
If she was going to form an alliance to eliminate threats... it couldn't be with either of them.
And if she remembered correctly...
A certain memory flashed through her mind—of C.C feeding Nagami the other day.
C.C definitely liked Nagami, too...
And compared to those two Sirins, a green-haired girl who played games with her felt way more reliable.
Decision made.
She would find a chance to talk with C.C!
Grabbing a plastic knife, Kiana carefully cut a small piece of omelette, then speared it with her fork and held it out to the baffled green-haired girl.
"Ahhh~"
Two soft, cherry-pink lips parted ever so slightly. In the sunlight, a glimpse of her tender pink tongue peeked out.
C.C's mouth really did open...
But only because she was completely shocked!