Talk with the Former Step-Sisters (1)

There, standing in the middle of the tent, was Rena. She was in the midst of undressing, her fingers hesitating on the delicate fabric of her lingerie, frozen in shock at the sudden intrusion. Her wide eyes locked onto mine, her body stiffening as the realization of our situation set in.

"You… Y-You…" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to process the situation. Her lips quivered, and the color in her cheeks deepened to a vivid red.

Of all the tents I could have stumbled into, I had somehow chosen hers. The absurdity of the situation struck me, but there was no time to dwell on it. Before Rena could fully react or let out a sound that would surely draw attention, I moved quickly.

"Kyahmmm!"