Maki was still thinking back about those women he had met in a single place. He himself couldn't believe that once he came out of his box, he would attract different kinds of fish.
Maki was still leaning on the counter, but his eyes were open. His ruby eyes were staring at the steam rising from the mug.
I wonder what Shaky is doing right now? I haven't seen her since she made my lips bleed.
Now that I think about it, I actually don't remember anything about encountering her in the first place. Or maybe because I was drunk, I really can't remember what happened that day. Shaky just asked me questions, and I answered them. Then she told me to take responsibility? Responsibility for what? Did I really do something that made that gorgeous woman say those words? She even kissed me and bit my lip so hard that it bled.
I really don't remember what occurred. But her tone was definitely hinting that I had done something wrong to her. And why would she approach me if I hadn't done anything to her, right? So the problem really lies with me. What exactly did I do to Shaky?
No matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn't figure it out.
Tsk. No more alcohol from now on. No more drinking... except when they invite me, or when it's for occupational purposes and offering rituals.
[N/A: This fucker is trying to reason with himself. You really just want to drink more, don't you?]
Forget it for now. I'm more worried about Shaky. I haven't seen her at all. Maybe she's really busy, or maybe she has already forgotten about that event. Well, that would be good if she really forgot about it. Then I'll just consider it a passing merchant ship.
Maki was trying to calm himself with words that didn't really mean much and only seemed to exist to increase the word count.
But deep inside, he was really worried and expecting something he couldn't say out loud.
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
It was a foreign feeling for him to be moved by someone he had just met. It was something he hadn't expected, and even his fish brain couldn't process it properly.
Maki then walked back to the living room, where his clones were practicing their instruments.
His eyes landed on the sofa—the very sofa where he had sat while Nemuri and her sister, Tsunade, whom he had only met yesterday, had given him a very memorable mouth massage.
He couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.
It was only yesterday that Maki had met Tsunade for the first time. Just one meeting, and boom—Tsunade was already sucking him off and openly showing her bad side.
I still can't believe it. I was actually excited when I thought I'd finally found a little sister. But who would've thought Tsuna wasn't a little sister at all? She's more like a sister-in-law who's wild and proactive. She'll do whatever she wants as long as her heart desires it.
But yesterday, I felt like I was about to die when her mother called. Her mother has the same vibe as Tsuna. When they talk, they're like my aunt and mother whenever they become aggressive. But there was no malice or hatred in their tones—only deep care and worry. Maybe Tsuna got her attitude from her mother.
I wonder what her mother looks like. Is she a muscular woman who carries an axe and comes home after hunting wolves? Wait... am I actually getting excited about this? Meeting someone's parents shouldn't be taken lightly. Even my father, who had a strong will, warned me that meeting your in-laws was like meeting a shark.
I hope that was just Father's delusion. Or maybe Father really experienced it when he was courting Mother.
Maybe that's why Father always got scared whenever Mother threatened to report him to Grandma and Grandpa.
Now that I think about them, I feel a little lonely. I miss them. I hope they're having fun in the afterlife.
Maki sat down on the sofa. He took a sip from his mug and carefully tasted the liquid entering his mouth. It was bitter and lacked sugar, but he had grown used to it.
The warm outer shell of the mug heated his pale hands.
All the memories he had been digging through slowly dissipated with each sip of black coffee he took. From the moment he met Nemuri to all those unbelievable encounters with the women he had met along the way, he cared more than he wanted to admit, yet he remained completely clueless.
Outwardly, his eyes remained as cold as ever, devoid of hope, as if it didn't exist at all.
He had always looked like that.
But deep inside his fish brain, something strange was happening.
Though who cared about that?
[N/A: That's right, because I found his aunt. And goodness, she looks stunning. Her skin is white as snow, probably because they live in a cold region. And not only that, she has a Coca-Cola-shaped body—large breasts, a lean figure, wide hips, long legs, and a face that could rival any model. She was truly beautiful.
Looks like he did a good job after leaving his last world. He actually got his aunt pregnant with twins, and now they're both around ten years old. Two boys who look exactly like what he used to be.
And it seems Aunt is doing just fine.
But something is off about those blue eyes of hers as she gazes at the two children sleeping on the large bed.]
Miss Camera Woman: Um... when did we get a new segment? Is this like cream on top?
[N/A: Nope. Cherry on the bottom.]
Miss Camera Woman: No way!
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