Chapter 357: Polynesian (1/2)

As the rays of the morning sun came up, Taiyou was embracing Kotone on the bed, the eldest of the mismatching triplets. He was practically pressed against her.

“Taiyou-san, I think it’s about time we get up.”

“Hm? Hm.”

Taiyou nodded, although he did not attempt to get up. His eyes, which had been completely open a moment ago, were now shut once again. He was already entirely awake, without an ounce of drowsiness in him.

But still, he did not get up.

“If you don’t get up soon, you’ll be late for school.”

“Mmm, I’ll just skip today.”

“Eh? Are you sure?”

“Sure I am. I’d rather continue like this for a bit longer.”

Taiyou said, getting even snugger with Kotone. He relished the warmth of her skin.

“Do you not like this sort of thing or what?”

“No, that’s not it, but…”

“Then why stop?”

“…Okay, fine.”

After thinking on it briefly, Kotone buried her face in Taiyou’s chest.

“Then I’ll go ahead and explain to Suzu-chan and Kaza-chan and everyone else what’s going on.”

“Yeah.”

Taiyou nodded.

He patted Kotone’s head as she undoubtedly proceeded to contact her sisters via telepathy. He ran his fingers through her hair, pressing against her skin.

Skinship. At least for them, it was quite rare to have moments like these.

But Taiyou was satisfied.

He was enveloped in a tranquil feeling, as if he were soaking in tepid water.

“I think it’s been a while since we last did this.”

“It has?”

“Cause a lot’s happened recently. There were a lot of people who were a handful to deal with.”

“But aren’t we a handful as well?”

“You’re definitely not. I’m able to relax around you.”

“T-Thank you.”

Kotone slightly blushed.

The door opened, revealing Suzune.

Suzune entered the room, changing from her school uniform to regular clothes, beaming at Taiyou before exiting the room again.

“Oh yeah, what ever happened with that one thing?”

“What thing?”

“We briefly discussed it once. That seven-floor building, tailor-made for all you brides.”

“Oh, that? It seems to be in progress. Kohaku-san is pulling the strings.”

“Okay. Now, what kind of room–or should I say floor–would you like?”