Chapter 56: Unwanted Silence

A/N : Yo.. folks 😎, Once again a short notice, I wrote this chapter.... In Fully english like you know I write in mainly my own local language and then translate, and also in mobile phone but that makes it more inconsistent in details and other stuffs, so..so...so... I tried for the first time to write in 100% percent english and maybe it have some grammar mistakes more than other chapters and so it took much more time to write then the originally.

And Not grammer checks were done using AI, so it's just raw as it directly came from my Google docs.

Okay first read the chapter then we will meet at the end.

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Kira left the room, the chatter of the ladies fading behind him. The door clicked shut.

Thud!

He walked down the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

As he walked His mind churned with thoughts. Damn it, he wasn't really mad, but a flicker of irritation lingered.

His mind went to Mitsuko and Akemi, They had been ignoring him for days, engrossed in their silly building blocks. It was like he didn't even exist.

Fifteen days.

Fifteen days without them.

The others—Rika, Shizuka, Tomo, Kyouko—they still sought him out, their playful laughter filling the air when they came around. But the older ones? Akemi and Mitsuko? Nothing.

He sighed as he turned the corner, the time they spent together laughing and entertaining memories of that time washing over him.

Remembering when they would come in, giggling, bouncing around like hyperactive kittens? Their curves, soft and inviting, always caught his eye. The way their bodies moved, their clothes clinging just right, made it hard to focus.

He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. 'Focus.. you horny man!' he said to himself.

He reached the kitchen, the familiar smells of spices and something savory enveloping him.

" Ahh…." Walking forward, He opened the fridge, pulling out ingredients.

Clink!

He washed them first and The cool air brushed against his skin.

As he chopped vegetables, he recalled his conversation with Rika. She'd looked up at him with those soft yet fierce eyes and said,

"They're planning a surprise for you!"

A surprise. What kind? He thought to ask the system, it was clear to him that they were building something kinda like kingdom but he hasn't visited the dimensions for somedays, almost more than a month in outside after being kicked out.

But that's also not true as he did go to the dimension, but quiet far from the actual plot.

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"Ha~"He sighed.

He didn't want to feel left out. It bothered him.

He spent days with his every wife, but he couldn't contact them.

He could have easily asked for a message, something, anything, just to know they were thinking of him.

But no. They'd chosen to ignore him.

Chop. Chop. Chop.

He let the knife glide through the veggies, frustration bubbling within him. Why couldn't they just send a text? He wasn't a prisoner in their game.

He stirred the sauce simmering on the stove. Sizzle! The aroma filled the kitchen, rich and inviting.

As always Time had dilated for him, one day stretching into two. So while it felt like just a week for him, for them, it had been two. Two long weeks without his presence.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, due to the heat of the gas, glancing at the clock.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

They could be working on something incredible for him. He hoped.

But it still stung. Was he being a child, unreasonable–Yeah he was, so what.

He can also throw tantrums, is women can do so, he believes in equality.

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Ding! The timer went off.

Kira moved to pull out a tray of baked goods. The smell was intoxicating, warm and sugary, a reminder of their late-night baking sessions filled with laughter and light teasing. He could almost hear the sound of Akemi's voice, how she would laugh and nudge him when he sneaked a taste.

But that was before. Now, silence stretched between them like a chasm.

Swallowing hard, he finished plating the food, his mind racing. He wanted to feel their warmth, their laughter surrounding him again.

His stomach twisted in anticipation as he gathered everything. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Was this surprise going to be worth it? Would it bridge the distance they had created?

He took a deep breath, the enticing aroma filling his senses, and walked back towards the room.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

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Kira turned to place the final platter on the table, which was nearly overflowing with plates of meat, rice, miso soup, and fresh tempura. The smell filled the air—savory, rich, almost intoxicating.

He sighed, wiping his brow, ready to head to the living room to call everyone in.

The kitchen door creaked.

In walked Rika, her footsteps soft yet confident. Kira blinked, a mix of surprise and curiosity flickering in his gaze.

Rika's eyes sparkled as she surveyed the spread on the table, and without hesitation, she hopped onto the kitchen counter, crossing her legs.

It almost felt like a scene from a movie: Kira, the one in the apron, cooking up a feast, while Rika lounged there like she was the one who just walked in from a long day. He smirked, noticing the reversed roles.

"So," he began, leaning back against the counter, "what brings you to the kitchen?"

A mischievous smile tugged at her lips. "What, we can't check in on you?"

He chuckled. "Of course you can. It's your home too."

Rika's smile softened, though there was a glint in her eye as she replied, "Well, everyone's gathered in the living room. And I mean everyone."

He raised an eyebrow. "Everyone?"

She nodded, leaning in close. "Your… sister wives are in there. And let's just say, the others' reactions to meeting them have been… interesting."

He could almost picture it—Yuriko, Saya, Rei, and the others, all blinking in disbelief, their jaws dropping as the realization hit.

The older women, especially, must have been shocked. He imagined their stunned reactions, the widened eyes, perhaps a barely-hidden blush, and couldn't help but grin.

Rika leaned forward, her expression shifting into one of teasing curiosity, "Especially Yuriko… I saw that look in her eyes. She's… very interested in you, you know?"

Kira tilted his head, smirking as he leaned forward, their faces inches apart, the air between them thickening.

"Oh?" he murmured, his voice low. "Are you… jealous?"

She flushed, eyes flickering down before she held his gaze, lips parted slightly. "No, just… wondering if your… libido has any limits."

Her teasing tone softened, and for just a moment, a trace of something else flickered in her eyes—loneliness, longing.

Before she could say more, he bridged the gap, capturing her lips in a swift, deep kiss.

Her legs parted instinctively as he stepped forward, his hands finding her hips and lifting her slightly, guiding her legs around his waist. Her hands threaded through his hair, pulling him closer, and her soft gasp was swallowed by his lips as their kiss deepened.

"Mmm… Kira…" she murmured between breaths, her fingers tangling in his hair as he tilted her back, pressing her gently against the counter's edge.

His hands roamed to her hips, gripping them, savoring the softness beneath his fingers as he kneaded and caressed, his thumbs slipping under her shirt, skimming her warm skin. She let out a soft whimper, arching into him, her legs tightening around his waist as her body pressed closer.

Their kiss grew more intense, lips parting, tongues tangling, each sound of breath and kiss echoing in the quiet kitchen.

"Smack, smack…" the sound of their lips breaking and meeting again filled the air.

A soft, needful sigh escaped her as she felt the pressure of his arousal pressing against her. She bit her lip, a sly smile creeping onto her face as she shifted her hips, pressing herself against him with a teasing look.

"Hmm… looks like I'm not the only one getting ideas," she purred, her voice low, as she traced her tongue over her bottom lip.

His gaze darkened, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he pressed her hips down, letting her feel him more fully. The heat between them was almost electric, the tension building as he brought his hand up to trace a line along her jaw.

But before either of them could take things further, the faint sound of voices echoed from down the hall.

Rika's eyes widened, and she quickly pulled back, smoothing her hair as she jumped off the counter, both of them catching their breath. She shot him a wicked grin, licking her lips one last time as if savoring the taste.

"Well… looks like the others are waiting," she murmured, a playful glint in her eyes.

Kira chuckled, adjusting himself and straightening his apron as he shook his head. "Yeah… wouldn't want to keep them waiting too long."

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A/N : Okay 👍 you are back 😁 i guess, something I wanted to say was... After reading it. What's your opinion should I continue to write in totally English, was it better or bad? Tell me folks.

And for going totally English, I was inspired by a japanese webnovel translated in english who's name was "full Clearing other world with zero goddess believer" yep this novel has ended more than 300 chapters and didn't felt like dragged and generic.

The translation version gave me more inspiration then those highclass novels.

Okay let's keep it at that... We will meet in another chapter.