Come To My Room

Davis flew over to his house and opened the door as he entered. To his surprise, the women he expected to not face each other and sulk over in different rooms were conversing with each other, seemingly without any hostile intent.

In fact, they were smiling and exchanging words with one and another like they were good friends. His mouth almost hung agape as he saw their compatibility.

'Or are they acting for me?' Davis felt suspicious.

He had gone for many hours but they still had not separated? Or did they just not convened, feeling bored so that they could talk?

"That's true... Our fathers are truly miserable figures. They have to ensure our safety in this world, so they have to compromise a lot when dealing with potential enemies."