Makoto stopped moving and smiled fondly. "So... are we done?" He looked at the three of them with angry eyes. "I swear, the moment I get my sary, I'll buy three colrs for you all ter ..."A low chuckle came from the couch. "Ooh, you're getting us matching accessories," Ayane drawled with amusement. "How very domestic, darling! You'll have to get them engraved."

  Mika gave the leash a sharp but not painful tug. It's a clear, simple command from him to stay put. "Your offer is accepted, puppy darling," she said calmly. "But that's for the future." She tugged the leash again, gently but firmly, leading him back toward the center of the room, back toward Yuna. "Right now," she whispered dangerously, "you need to finish your walk."Mika stopped him right beside his stepsister's spent form. "There," she purred with one final tug. "Now you can rest." She unclipped the leash from his colr with a soft click. "You were a very good boy, Makoto."

  Makoto turned away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Tchh, I'm not happy at all hearing that.""Oh, you're not happy?" Ayane purred from the couch. "That's funny. Because from where I'm sitting, you look absolutely delighted."He stayed silent, then murmured softly. "So tired now, let's sleep here. Can you go fetch the big sheets in my room, please, Ayane? And the bnket too, it should be in the wardrobe. But don't touch anything else!"She swung her legs off the couch and stood with a nguid stretch. "I'm on it, boss man," she said with a mock salute. "But I make no promises about the 'not touching' part. A girl gets curious." She winked and sauntered toward his bedroom, hips swaying confidently.

  Mika coiled the leash with neat precision. The game was over, for now. She set the leash on the coffee table, a trophy from a successful py. She moved to the kitchen and came back with a gss of water, which she pced gently on the floor beside him.From the floor, Yuna let out a small whimper. She was still a trembling wreck, her mind scrambled with pleasure and humiliation. "...Stupid dog..." she muttered into the carpet, barely audible."I can't believe that just happened," she thought hazily. "And I can't believe I enjoyed it."

  A moment ter, Ayane returned, carrying a rge folded sheet and a thick bnket. "One comforter and one fitted sheet, as requested!" she announced cheerfully, dropping them on the floor beside him. Then with a flourish, she dangled a piece of clothing from her finger. "And I found your emergency pair of boxers," she said with amusement.

  Makoto smirked slowly as he pulled them all into the big sheet. "Well, that's good. At least you didn't find my panties collection. I stole one from your undry st time."Ayane froze. The smug grin on her face faltered, repced by pure shock. "You... what?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "You... you stole...?" She dropped the boxers as if they were on fire. Mika, who had been quietly sipping water, almost choked. Water sprayed from her nose in a fine mist. Yuna, who had been a semi-conscious lump, sat bolt upright. Her eyes were wide with disbelief and a tiny flicker of pride.

  Ayane pointed a trembling finger at him. "You... you pervert!" she shrieked incredulously. "You went through my undry when you cooked for me st time?!" She looked from his smug grin to Yuna's shocked face, then to Mika, who was now trying to wipe water from her chin. Then she started to ugh. Loud, unrestrained, and completely joyous ughter that shook the room. "Oh my god," she choked out, clutching her stomach. "You are all so fucked up."She wiped a tear from her eye, her ughter subsiding into helpless giggles. "So, did you get my sexy one with the bck ce? Or the crotchless one?"Makoto cut her off. "It was the cute white one with a bear on it."Ayane's ughter died in her throat, repced by fresh mortified horror. "The one with the bear?" she squeaked, her face turning crimson. "No! Not those! They were a gift from my grandma!"

  Makoto then turned to Mika. "And yours was the bck one I pulled down when I took your first time in that Marin cospy, Mika."Mika stared at him, her face a mask of calm. But a slow blush crept up her neck. "Oh," she said softly. "I was wondering where those went." "He kept them? The one with my virgin blood?" she thought, mortified but also strangely fttered. "That's so perverted but also... kind of sweet?" She took a calm sip of water. "I hope you've been taking good care of them," she added, too sweetly. "They were my favorite pair."

  Yuna scoffed sharply. "Of course he has," she growled. "He probably sleeps with them under his pillow, the disgusting, sentimental pig." Makoto giggled. "Hey, yours was the first one in my collection. The one you sold me back at the parlor, Yuna."Yuna's entire body went rigid. A deep, mortified blush spread from her neck to her ears. "You... you still keep those?!" she stammered, her voice breaking with shame and excitement."After all this time?!""Always," He responded.

  Ayane and Mika both turned to her with newfound interest. "You sold them to your stepbrother?" Mika repeated curiously. "You sold him your panties in a massage parlor?"Ayane whistled appreciatively. "Wow," she drawled zily. "The main wife has been a hustler from the start. I have to respect that."Yuna burrowed under the bnket, a small, embarrassed lump of shame. "Shut up," she muttered in a muffled voice. "I needed gacha money."But then she peeked out with a small smile. "...And I'm gd you kept them," she whispered, so quiet he almost missed it. The memory, as sordid as it was, was also theirs. Their origin story. The moment that had set this whole chaotic mess into motion."Of course, he kept them," she thought with a mixture of embarrassment and warmth. "The sentimental idiot."

  Mika giggled musically, the sound filling the quiet room. "Well, I think that's a perfect note to end the night on."The three of them arranged themselves around him in a familiar tangle of limbs. Yuna, ever the main wife, cimed her spot pstered against his right side, leg thrown over his possessively. Mika, the calm second wife, settled on his left, her hand finding his in the darkness. And Ayane, the new chaotic addition, draped herself over his legs, a warm, surprisingly comforting weight.

  "Good night, you fucking pig. You're promoted to a dog tonight, though." Yuna muttered into his chest."Sweet dreams," Mika whispered, her breath warm against his ear."And don't drool on me," Ayane grumbled from his legs.