Chapter 128: A morning before Kengan

Seiya's eyes fluttered open as the alarm blared. With a stretch and a yawn, he muttered, "Mmm... So dashing..."

Though Sundays usually meant a bit more shut-eye for Seiya, today was different—an important Kengan match awaited him. After splashing water on his face and changing, he descended the stairs to find an unexpected sight: Utaha, typically known for her lazy habits, stood in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

"Utaha...? Since when did you start cooking?" Seiya raised an eyebrow.

Yes, the notorious slacker Utaha Kasumigaoka was indeed whipping up breakfast?! The same woman who barely budged from bed before 1 pm was wide awake, dressed neatly, and tackling the kitchen?

"D-don't stare at me like that," Utaha blushed, turning around. She wore a simple white t-shirt, loose jeans, and an apron.

To others, it might have been an ordinary sight, but to Seiya, she looked stunning. It was the first time he had seen her in the morning, busy at the stove.

Utaha focused on the cooking until a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, beneath the apron.

"Girlfriend-chan, practicing to become my wife at last?" Seiya teased, planting a kiss on Utaha's nape.

"What do you mean 'finally'? I am your wife. It's just these world laws keeping me from being your boyfriend-san," Utaha giggled, her cheeks flushed.

"My~ oh my~! Is my black belly girlfriend confessing her love in the first thing in the morning?" Seiya grinned as he moved his hands inside Utaha's shirt, stopping only after when his hands grabbed two big pair of milk packs.

"Ahn~! Boyfriend-san, I appreciate your gesture but… I am making breakfast for you. It will be dangerous- ah~! If you continue now." Utaha spoke between her moans when a pair of hands fondled her jugs. She was usually resistant to Seiya's kinks but this time Seiya's hands felt different. She felt like she would melt in his arms if continue to play with her breasts.

"It's just bacon," Seiya said nonchalantly, dismissing any potential danger. After all, what harm could come from making beef bacon?

As he was about to elaborate, his attention shifted to another girl in the room. Isuzu Sento was busy preparing sandwiches, but the veins bulging on her forehead and arms indicated a simmering frustration.

Sensing the gaze from the dining table, Seiya turned to find two more pairs of eyes fixed on him. Aisu shot him a glare, clearly not impressed, while Yoruichi occupied her cat form. Even in this limited expression, Seiya could swear he detected a mischievous grin on her feline face.

Seiya sighed, realizing the brewing tension, and reluctantly released his hold on Utaha's, well, sizeable art of pleasure.

"Stay beautiful." Seiya said, kissing Utaha on the cheek. Utaha blushed and nodded.

"Please, not in the kitchen," Isuzu stated firmly, her attention fixed on her task. Her frustration stemmed not from Seiya's flirtations with Utaha; he could charm her all he pleased. It was the choice of location that irked her. The kitchen held inherent dangers, and with Utaha finally attempting to pitch in, Seiya's sudden intrusion might disrupt the flow of work. She wanted Utaha to focus on something other than sex and writing her novel.

Seiya grinned mischievously, planting a trail of kisses on Isuzu's nape.

"What!" Isuzu squealed, a blush spreading across her cheeks. The once fiery demeanor that could turn her into a super saiyan now transformed into a super moe expression.

"Sto—!" Isuzu struggled to vocalize her protest, her words faltering. She couldn't bear the thought of being witnessed in the dining room, succumbing to Seiya's advances. Furthermore, her body refused to cooperate, rendering her immobile. Unlike Utaha, Isuzu was already defenseless against Seiya's allure. However, paradoxically, Seiya's touch now offered an unexpected comfort. In his embrace, she felt herself on the verge of melting.

Seiya's allure was simply irresistible.

"Please, refrain from touching my breasts," Isuzu pleaded. Seiya's hands remained restricted to her waist, yet if he were to venture further, she feared she wouldn't be able to hold the gates of the dam.

"Got it," Seiya nodded and released the brown-haired soldier. Puzzled by their unusual reactions to his touch, he soon realized that he was inadvertently employing the Magic Hand Skill, arousing sensations in their bodies. The effects were further amplified by his Body Enhancement skill.

Shaking his head, Seiya couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. It seemed he would have to forgo flirting with his girlfriends for the time being.

"Your back isn't sore, is it?" Seiya whispered to Isuzu, who shook her head, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue.

The previous night, Isuzu had stealthily slipped into his bedroom, and together, they had a blast on the bed. It was late into the night, but Isuzu rarely found the courage to take the initiative herself, so Seiya took it upon himself to fulfill her unspoken desire.

At that moment, a palpable aura enveloped them, emanating from Utaha, whose hair stood on end, dark energy swirling around her.

"It seems Sento-san and boyfriend-san had quite the night," Utaha remarked with an evil smile.

"It's not like..." Isuzu began, attempting to pacify Utaha, but she realized it was already too late.

"That's alright. You two deserve some alone time," Utaha chuckled, resuming her cooking. "It's totally fine."

Isuzu shot a glare at Seiya, holding him responsible for the awkward revelation. Seiya, however, seemed to revel in the unfolding drama.

"Good," Seiya smirked, then left the kitchen, leaving Isuzu at Utaha's mercy.

"Seriously, control your hormones," Aisu admonished with a weary expression, sighing.

She wasn't sure if her nephew engaged in such flirtations every morning. While she wasn't jealous, having grown accustomed to it, she couldn't help but worry about Seiya going too far and inadvertently impregnating these girls. However, with Seiya's newfound magical abilities, Aisu felt a bit reassured.

She couldn't shake the feeling that her nephew might attract even more unconventional romantic interests. For instance, she wouldn't be surprised if the black cat on the table suddenly transformed into a beautiful woman, calling herself another love interest. Well, as if that could ever happen.

"Don't worry, Aisu. I'll keep an eye on this brat. After all, I plan on making some babies with him one day," the black cat, Yoruichi, declared.

"I think I need to wash my face. I'm still half asleep," Aisu muttered, walking away.

"You're a menace, Yoruichi," Seiya remarked with a helpless smile.

He had considered introducing Yoruichi to Aisu, but she had declined, preferring to keep her identity concealed for a while. Seiya knew it was just Yoruichi's way of enjoying teasing Aisu from time to time.

Isuzu and Utaha soon arrived with breakfast, and they all gathered to enjoy the meal together.

"How is it? I sacrificed my beauty time to prepare this for my dearest," Utaha inquired, earning a pointed glare from Isuzu. What beauty time? Isuzu had handled 80% of the food preparation, given Utaha's mishaps. But Isuzu wasn't concerned; Seiya understood and appreciated her hard work.

"Of course, since my women have prepared the food, it's bound to be delicious," Seiya praised, winking at Isuzu. Utaha pouted but refrained from complaining. As the protagonist of a harem, he couldn't simply favor one girl without acknowledging the efforts of the others. As the man of the house, fairness and equality were paramount.

They enjoyed a heartwarming breakfast together before Isuzu, Aisu, and Seiya prepared to depart.

"Please come back safely," Utaha murmured from within Seiya's embrace. With Seiya preparing to depart, she shared a final, heartfelt hug.

"I will," Seiya assured, pulling the dark-haired girl closer. Utaha didn't outwardly display her concern, but Seiya could sense it. She must have been worried, considering he was about to engage in a fierce battle against a seasoned fighter. "Now you can stop squeezing my ass."

"Un," Utaha nodded, reluctantly releasing him. Not before, however, giving a final subtle squeeze to her boyfriend's ass. Damn, she was about to turn on.

They shared a tender kiss before Seiya left the house. Standing outside, he gazed at the Sunday sun, shading his eyes.

"It's already the 15th of May, huh... I have a feeling the rest of the season is going to be chaotic too," Seiya mused before heading towards the waiting car, where Aisu, Isuzu, and Yoruichi were ready for their journey.

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