One week later, in the morning.
Makoto was brushing his teeth when Nayuta walked over again, took his hand, and asked, "Will you forgive me?"
Feeling the softness of her arm, Makoto looked at Nayuta's now sixteen-year-old face, and for a moment, it overlapped with a face he hadn't seen in years, making him feel somewhat dazed.
Makoto took a shallow breath and spit out the mouthwash.
"Are you sure you understand what you did wrong?"
After a week had passed, Makoto's anger had mostly subsided.
Thinking back carefully, Nayuta had only been seven or eight years old back then and probably hadn't realized the seriousness of the issue.
"I understand. I really do."
Nayuta said cautiously, constantly standing on her tiptoes to kiss Makoto's cheek, wiping away a bit of foam from the corner of his mouth.
Makoto reached out and gently pulled Nayuta into his arms. After a moment of cuddling, his hand unconsciously moved to her plump buttocks.
That was the part of that woman he had liked the most back in the day.
Nayuta's face flushed slightly as she pressed against his ear and said, "Hey, tonight..."
That night, as Nayuta took off her women's suit, revealing her figure of 'delicate branches bearing abundant fruit'—
Moments later, sounds of crying and laughing whispers came from Makoto's bedroom.
Normally, when Makoto's women heard such sounds, they would feel some small emotions.
Although they were already accustomed to new women appearing by their man's side, this time, they breathed a sigh of relief.
During that past week, because of Makoto's mood, the atmosphere on the entire ship had been quite oppressive.
Now that Nayuta had finally appeased Makoto, they no longer had to live in fear.
Kokoro, Nayuta's best friend, pouted and couldn't resist leaning close to the door, pressing her ear against it.
Hearing the alternating cries from inside, she couldn't imagine how her best friend, who usually acted like 'she was the boss, the sky could only be second', could make such sounds of surrender.
Especially when she heard her best friend calling 'Daddy' endlessly, Kokoro's face turned extremely red.
…
The next day.
Makoto didn't show himself for the entire morning.
The female players on the ship breathed a sigh of relief again, 'It seemed those two had truly reconciled.'
Now they no longer had to live in fear.
Around noon, the bedroom door finally opened.
Nayuta, wearing only a men's pajama top and no pants, walked out, supporting herself against the wall.
Although devils have self-healing abilities, they still need to drink blood to recover.
And besides physical exhaustion, mental exhaustion was now Nayuta's biggest burden.
Kokoro, who had been eavesdropping again after last night through the morning, was startled when her best friend suddenly came out and fell flat on her bottom.
Her chest, no less impressive than her sister's had been and exceeding 100, gave a significant 'thump'.
Nayuta looked down at her best friend and commanded, "Get me a glass of water."
Kokoro scrambled away and quickly returned with a glass of freshly squeezed juice.
After drinking three glasses in a row, Nayuta finally felt less parched.
"Nayuta, I didn't mean to..."
Kokoro apologized to her best friend in a low voice.
Nayuta didn't mind.
She was in a good mood now, and she knew how loudly she had screamed last night… after ten years of experiencing that feeling every night through sensory sharing, the feeling of actually doing it herself was truly different.
Seeing that her best friend wasn't angry, Kokoro felt much relieved. She stepped forward, hooked her arm through Nayuta's, and asked curiously, "What does it feel like?"
As she spoke, Nayuta couldn't help but look towards the figure inside the room getting dressed.
And noticing Kokoro's gaze, Nayuta involuntarily blocked her view.
"Let's go eat."
Nayuta said calmly, emitting an innate sense of pressure from within.
Kokoro blinked in confusion, not sure what was up with her best friend, but still helped her, guiding Nayuta to the dining room.
The moment Nayuta entered, all the girls' gazes focused on her.
They also noticed… when Nayuta usually wore her slimming black suit, it wasn't as apparent, but now that she was only wearing a men's pajama top, they could see that this girl had an exceptional figure as well.
Especially that buttocks, so perky.
"Tch—"
Scanning the group of women in the dining room, Nayuta couldn't help but click her tongue.
She hadn't paid attention before, but now, for some reason, the more she looked at these women, the more she disliked them.
"Nayuta, what's wrong?"
Seeing Nayuta's undisguised displeasure, the most motherly of the MILF Group, Mrs. Yuigahama, stepped forward and asked.
Oh, no.
Mrs. Yuigahama couldn't quite be considered a member of the MILF Group yet… she hadn't officially joined the Nishikawa Household.
"It would be nice if you all just disappeared."
Nayuta said without hiding it.
At these words, the air in the dining room instantly froze.
All the girls were startled.
Mrs. Yuigahama stood before Nayuta, looking in shock at those golden ringed eyes, then at the other girls around her who were too scared to even breathe, including her own daughter, Yui.
Mrs. Yuigahama took a deep breath, bent down, leaned close to Nayuta's ear, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Nayuta, you don't want to make Makoto-kun angry again, do you?"
Nayuta's body stiffened slightly.
The murderous intent surging in those golden ringed eyes froze in that instant.
A few seconds later, it slowly dissipated.
That past week was absolutely the most uncomfortable week she had experienced since being born.
When Makoto ignored her, she felt like her entire world was dark.
She also knew that Makoto would never allow her to do such a thing.
In the end, Nayuta could only forcefully suppress her discontent and withdraw her gaze from the women.
"Yeah."
She responded softly and, with Kokoro's help, sat down at the dining table.
Mrs. Yuigahama served her a bowl of congee and gently placed it before her.
"Eat up. It's red bean congee, specially made for you."
Nayuta looked down at the congee in the bowl, was silent for a moment, then picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in her mouth.
The atmosphere in the dining room finally eased.
Seeing Nayuta calm down, the other Mrs. Nishikawas stopped worrying.
After all, thinking about it, Makoto would never allow her to act recklessly.
However—
They definitely didn't want to be with Nayuta when she and Makoto were together at night.
This girl had too strong a possessive streak. Sharing the same 'stick' with her would probably make her hold a grudge.
Better to let her have him to herself for a few days.
After all, there were still plenty of days ahead.