I can't get in! No matter how hard I try, I can't get in!

[W-What... can someone please tell me what just happened?!]

Lin Xi—no, Lunelle—was utterly pinned beneath Mei, who had clearly lost control of her emotions. Her lovely, doll-like face was frozen in pure confusion, lips trembling as she struggled to form even a single coherent word.

This... This can't be right, can it?

In Lunelle's memory, Mei had always been the reserved and elegant type—the kind of conservative beauty who would never overstep the line or take advantage of others. But the undeniable truth was clear: she couldn't even speak. Her mind was blank, her thoughts scattered. Her entire body felt like it was overheating under the intensity of Mei's sudden, reckless intimacy.

"Mei... you're bullying me like this… If Kiana finds out, she'll definitely be furious…"

Though the specifics of the act remained obscured, Mei's audacity was unstoppable—her sudden aggression left no room for escape.

But of course, such dramatic commotion did not go unnoticed by the two eavesdroppers hiding beneath the very bed Lunelle lay on. They were practically breathing in the scene in real time, their expressions shifting with every sound and tremor.

Kiana—who boldly declared Mei as her first wife and Seele as her second—felt a flash of sour jealousy.

After all... Mei had never approached her with such forwardness.

Still, when she reminded herself that it was her beloved wives being passionate with each other, she tried to rationalize it. 'In the end... all I need to do is conquer both of them,' she told herself with a naive smile. 'Then everything will be mine anyway!'

Yes. From that perspective, this situation wasn't quite a betrayal. It was more like… a twist in the tale, not a full-blown tragedy.

And thus, Kiana—normally the embodiment of impulsiveness—managed to restrain herself.

But someone else did not.

Bronya.

Usually calm, collected, and unshakably logical, Bronya's eyes flared with something sharp and immediate.

"No! Bronya cannot just sit by while Seele is defiled like this! Bronya must save her—right now!!"

"B-Bronya! Please calm down!" Kiana whispered in a panic, trying to grab at her sleeve. "If you just barge out like that, all our effort to remain hidden will be meaningless!"

In that split second, Bronya seemed possessed by the ghost of Kiana herself—throwing caution to the wind in a desperate attempt to rescue her beloved Seele from Mei's relentless assault.

Kiana, however, was too afraid Mei would catch them spying—especially her. That would be a disaster.

"Please, don't be impulsive…!"

It was a surreal sight. If someone unfamiliar walked in, they'd think the two had swapped personalities.

"…Fine. Bronya understands."

But slipping free from the grasp of this stupid, flustered Kaslana without destroying the bed above them proved difficult. Bronya's expression remained cold, almost duck-like in its stiff neutrality.

Yes—once upon a time, she had been known as The Silver Wolf of the Urals—a mercenary legend.

She once infiltrated the den of a depraved warlord under the guise of a… rather indescribable profession. And then, using nothing but a pair of sheer stockings, she strangled the warlord to death—barehanded.

That battle was still recounted in hushed tones across the underworld.

But ever since her emotional circuits broke, her poker face had become… literally just a duck face. Her acting was never quite the same.

Still, Bronya didn't need expressions. She could manipulate her enemies with the faintest shift in breathing rhythm, with the subtlest twitch of her fingers.

Especially when the enemy was a dim-witted bug like Kiana.

Right now, even though Kiana knew Bronya was itching to spring up and intervene, Bronya's stillness and silence were just convincing enough. It almost seemed like she'd been reasoned with.

Kiana let out a relieved sigh.

"Now!"

Bronya struck without hesitation—springing from beneath the bed like a tightly coiled spring let loose. Before Kiana could react, the silver flash of her form was already gone.

"H-Hey! Wait—Bronya!!"

Kiana scrambled out as well, her heart thudding with panic. At this point, it was better to be caught alongside Bronya than to be left behind and blamed alone.

Meanwhile, just as Lunelle was certain Mei was going to suck the last of the breath from her lungs—

Two figures burst out from beneath the bed.

One looked like a divine hero charging in with righteous fury; the other looked like a guilty thief, sheepish and ashamed.

"…Huh?"

The absurdity of the moment struck Lunelle like lightning.

Wait… If they all came from under the bed, then…

Wouldn't that make me the poor damsel being molested in full view of the audience!?

Lunelle wanted to shout that she wasn't some helpless girl being passed around. But at that moment, wrapped tightly in Mei's embrace, lips sealed, limbs restrained—she was powerless.

H-How should she even describe this feeling…?

[It's... strangely pleasant.]

It was, after all, a kiss freely offered by her breathtaking wife.

Yes, the breathlessness was real.

But for someone like Lunelle, who carried the soul of a man in the body of a girl, this act—being dominated by Mei—felt awkward and embarrassing... but not at all unpleasant.

In fact, it was kind of…

Nice.

What made it worse—no, better—was that the more Mei bullied her, the more Lunelle's natural "succubus aura" leaked out from her dainty frame.

It wasn't just a kiss anymore. It was an enchantment.

The fragrance that clung to Lunelle's skin was becoming almost intoxicating, drawing eyes and desires from every direction. To the onlookers, she looked like a kitten being ravaged by a predator—a tiny, helpless creature caught in the throes of affection.

If Mei had whispered something wicked just then, like:

"A pretty little thing like Seele was made for Mei to devour…"

She would have absolutely sold the fantasy.

In fact, anyone watching might have shouted, "Let me take her place!"

And when Kiana caught a glimpse of Lunelle's now completely disheveled and adorable expression, her earlier guilt vanished like mist.

Even Bronya, who had rushed in to save her, found herself wavering.

Kiana gulped, her cheeks flushed.

"H-Hey... Isn't Seele just way too cute like this? (ˉ﹃ˉ)..."

"Ahem! M-Mei! You're being unfair again! Why are you the only one allowed to taste her?! Let me do it too! Let go of little Seele—she's mine now!"

"Seele is Bronya's!! Stupid Kiana! You're drooling! Disgusting! Get out of my way!!"

Lunelle: "(?Д?)ノ???"

UM???

This… This is all wrong, isn't it!?

What the hell is wrong with you, you Kaslana parasite!?

Normally, when you see your adorable second wife being bullied, shouldn't you be rushing to save her like a proper knight!?

What kind of "chivalry" is this, where instead of rescuing the damsel, you just join the villain team!?

However, when it came to the so-called "chivalry" passed down through the generations of the Kaslana clan, Lunelle had—quite conveniently—ignored one crucial fact. A fact she was well aware of, especially since she had personally suffered from it.

That is… the Kaslanas, whether men or women, had always been hopelessly weak to beautiful girls.

So in truth, that so-called "chivalry" seemed to be less about justice and more about… a knight's unwavering devotion to beauty. An elegant way of masking their true intentions.

But no matter how twisted the family tradition might be, Kiana was still the protagonist of Honkai Impact 3rd, the face of the Class A heroine before the rise of a certain fairy queen in the Elysian Realm. In that sense, it was hard to hold it against her—Lunelle could only grumble inwardly when Kiana lost all semblance of dignity the moment she saw Mei.

Still, Kiana's orientation was already bent beyond repair. That much was expected.

What Lunelle couldn't excuse was the current situation.

Why was that duck-faced child now boldly reaching out with those soft-feathered claws, touching her like it was the most natural thing in the world?

It was only now that Lunelle began to sense something terribly off.

Why did it always seem like... after finishing a simulation, her wives started touching her more than usual?

She remembered it vividly—during one session, to save time, she had run the simulation right in front of Kiana. The moment it ended, Kiana had leapt toward her, hugged her like a long-lost lover, and groped her without restraint.

At least back then, Kiana had some semblance of restraint.

But now? Her three wives were battling it out mid-ward, fighting over who got to kiss her next. The relationship had advanced so fast, Lunelle—who still had a sliver of traditional sensibility—was completely unprepared.

Just as Lunelle was about to lose consciousness, sandwiched and smothered by her overzealous wives—

A voice echoed from the hallway outside the hospital room, loud and unmistakably irritated.

"Seriously, what kind of school principal smashes down the door of a hospital room just to visit a student?! And then tells me she was reported for slacking off and sends me to clean up her mess! That useless woman really knows how to push her work onto others!"

Himeko's blunt tirade against Theresa's irresponsibility might have sounded uncivilized under normal circumstances…

But to Lunelle, who was on the brink of being "devoured" alive, it was nothing short of divine salvation.

As if doused with cold water, the three beautiful girls—momentarily drunk on Lunelle's intoxicating aura—snapped out of their trance. Reality struck them with full force, and the shame of their actions washed over them.

Kiana: Σ(?д?lll) – W-Why is Himeko-sensei here right now of all times?!

Mei: (??|||) – What… what did I just do? Was I really hugging Little Lunelle so tightly and… kissing her like that?!

Meanwhile, Kiana's inner thoughts hadn't quite sobered up: [While no one's looking… just one more touch. Lunelle smells so good and feels so soft… Hehehe (ˉ﹃ˉ)]

But despite the chaos in their minds, one shared instinct overtook them all—Hide!

Their eyes darted to the only possible place: under Lunelle's bed.

…If that poor fungus colony under the bed could speak, it might've cried out like some comedic emergency food mascot: "I can't get in! No matter how hard you push, I just can't fit!"

It was true. While Bronya and Kiana barely managed to wedge themselves in due to their smaller frames, there was absolutely no way a goddess-tier figure like Mei could hide beneath such cramped space.

Cramming her in would've been like overfilling a cream puff—something was bound to spill out.

Ahem, to clarify—what would "spill out" would obviously be Mei's long legs. Let's not get the wrong idea!

And so, with no escape, the three wives were caught red-handed by Himeko, who stepped into the room wearing the expression of someone who had just walked into the set of a risqué soap opera.

When she laid eyes on Lunelle—mouth swollen, face flushed, and practically unconscious from excessive affection—Himeko could only let out a heavy sigh.

These kids these days...

True, Lunelle's medical reports had shown near-complete recovery, but still—assaulting the poor girl while she was still technically "injured"? Even if they were her wives, this was beyond outrageous.

Yet, given that Mei was a Herrscher, Kiana was the principal's niece, and Bronya a top-tier Valkyrie candidate, Himeko begrudgingly held back on her fury.

In the end, she gave the trio a strict verbal warning and forbade them from approaching Lunelle until she had fully recovered.

As for punishment? That would depend on Lunelle herself once she regained consciousness.

…But Lunelle, who proudly declared herself the "husband" of her harem of wives, naturally wasn't going to hold them accountable. Thus, the incident was quietly swept under the rug.

Ironically, once the trio stopped visiting, Lunelle began to feel… itchy. Bored. Listless.

Being fought over was chaotic, yes—but this dull peace felt far worse.

Fortunately, her rest period wasn't long. Thanks to her accelerated recovery trait, Lunelle was cleared for discharge in less than two days.

During that idle time, she sought out the Simulator Spirit, Systema, to finally get to the bottom of this mysterious post-simulation "touching frenzy."

And after a thorough investigation—

She finally understood the core issue.

Every time Lunelle initiated a simulation, her consciousness would be fully transferred into the avatar of "Seele"—her original wife, the one blessed (or cursed) with overwhelming charm.

And the system didn't stop at visual mimicry. During the simulation, Lunelle temporarily inherited Seele's full stats—including that terrifyingly high Charm score of 50.

Now here came the real issue.

After each simulation, Lunelle's consciousness would return to the real world. But the time between simulation and return was too short. And when the system forcibly assigned her residual talents due to a low simulation score, it occasionally dragged along Seele's overwhelming charm.

In simpler terms: that "succubus-like" aura wasn't a hallucination. It was real, and it lingered just long enough to drive her wives insane with affection.

And let's not forget—

This was the legendary Seele of the Previous Era. Her maxed-out Charm stat of 50 could easily turn even the most composed Valkyrie into a lovesick fool.

Luckily, Systema delivered one last piece of good news.

That charm effect? It was only effective on specific girls who already had a favorable impression of Lunelle. In other words—it only worked on her wives.

There was no danger of triggering certain unmentionable reactions from powerful male figures like Otto or Welt.

Lunelle let out a deep sigh of relief.

After all, just because she had become Seele in body didn't mean her orientation had changed. If someone like Otto ever got the wrong idea and tried to court her—

She'd rather detonate herself than end up as the prize in some creepy man's fantasy.

No way. Not in this lifetime.

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T/N: I have a midterm tomorrow, and instead of studying, here I am, translating a honkai impact yuri fanfiction...