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Renz was lying on the bed, holding his phone and looking at recent news. From behind the glass door next door, the sound of water trickled—Erina was showering inside. The water had been heated before they went out for a stroll, and as soon as they returned, Erina wanted to wash up. Like Renz, Erina also had a bit of a clean freak tendency; she loved cleanliness.

Through the vaguely visible glass door, Renz only needed a glance to conjure up images in his mind. Although these imagined scenes shouldn't have existed, they did. Erina's seventeen-year-old body, her development, was simply unscientific. What did she eat to reach such proportions?

Even more frightening was... this wasn't her final growth stage; she still had room to develop. After marriage, her "scale" would be even larger. Renz's thoughts kept wandering just by thinking about it.

The glass door slid open with a creak, and a rising white mist enveloped Erina as she slowly emerged, wrapped in a yukata. Perhaps it was the scent from the bath gel, but she carried a faint fragrance as she walked out. "Go take a bath." Erina looked at Renz lying on the bed, again with a "disgusted face," as if she was annoyed that Renz was lying on the bed without having showered yet. Renz took out his change of clothes from his luggage.

"Hey, is it really okay for you to just toss your underwear and panties here?" Renz poked at the pink and white striped panties. "Who's going to wash these later, me or you?"

"Do you even need to ask?" Erina retorted.

"Actually, you don't need to wash them. I'm quite interested in dirty stockings," Renz said in a teasing tone, as if challenging Erina's sense of shame.

"Are you a pervert?!" Erina threw something at him. Upon closer inspection, it was the black stockings Erina had just taken off before showering. It was actually impossible to tell if they were dirty or clean; they looked pretty much the same.

However, when a girl says something is dirty, it usually is. Picking up the thrown stockings, they carried Erina's unique scent. Although Renz spoke provocatively, he didn't actually pick up the stockings and start doing anything irrational.

"Hey, with the way you change, you'll have to wash clothes every day, it's a real hassle," Renz added.

"If it's too much trouble, don't marry me," Erina said, annoyed.

"How could I not? For me, washing my wife's clothes every day is a pleasure. I can enjoy that light and satisfying comfort when I rub the clothes," Renz immediately changed his tone. "Allowing me to wash your panties fully demonstrates my wife's trust in me," Renz said honestly.

This was true. Girls are very sensitive about such things. If there wasn't complete trust, they wouldn't let you wash their intimate items. It's similar to a cat willing to expose its belly for you to pet.

Inside the bathroom, Renz entered the shower, scrubbing himself with Erina's bath gel. He showered quickly—not like Erina, who would soak in the shower for so long. Seven minutes. Done with his shower, Renz emerged, water still dripping from his body.

He dried himself with a towel, and his dirty clothes were rolled up with Erina's. Renz would wash them in the washing machine later and hang them on the balcony. Feeling mostly dry, Renz plunged into the covers. After a shower, he felt refreshed. Erina was on the bed, doing the same thing Renz had been doing earlier: looking at recent news on her phone.

Renz's sudden dive into bed left Erina quite helpless.

"It's been a long time since we slept together," Renz said with a hint of "manly tears." Returning to the past, he had always lived alone, slept in a single bed, and it felt very unnatural. Especially with Mashiro Shiina's constant, subtle temptation every day. It was almost a high-intensity test of a man's willpower and loyalty. Now, Renz's "ruthless iron hand" gently touched Erina.

"Are you in heat lately?" Erina rolled her eyes.

"An 18-year-old body, strong and normal," Renz said expressionlessly. "The after-effects of surging blood, I'm sure you're well aware."

"Then just hug me," Erina said coolly.

"Do you think a hug can calm a normal man down?" Renz tried to expand his gains.

"Then I'll punch you," Erina did not let Renz succeed in expanding his gains. A hug or a punch from Erina. Actually, it was pretty much the same. Both felt similar. But if he could hug, why take a punch?

Renz leaned in. The quilt covered his back, his hands propped on the corners of the bed. Lying between Renz's hands, Erina's phone screen was still lit, but her eyes weren't on it. She was feeling a little flustered. Her heart pounded erratically.

In this situation, Erina's blood flowed rapidly, and a tense emotion continuously diffused. Renz wrapped one hand around Erina's coiled hair; her blonde hair still had some dampness from the water. He forcefully kissed Erina's pink lips. Their tongues intertwined. Erina didn't refuse, emitting a soft moan.

Outside the door, a sudden knock sounded, as if interrupting Renz's spell, bringing the hard-earned mood to an abrupt halt. Of course, Renz was unwilling. But unwilling or not, he had to be willing. He was about to get up.

But then, Erina's hands suddenly clamped around Renz's neck like iron tongs. Like a witch, she pressed her pink lips tightly against his. She returned his joyful emotions like a light drink of sweet spring water. The knocking on the door grew louder and louder. Erina finally released her hands, still wanting more.

Renz, however, was somewhat bewildered. Wait, wasn't I the pervert? Why? Why, in the end, was Erina the one with a satisfied expression?

As Renz went to open the door, he quietly glanced back. He saw a faint smile in Erina's eyes, like a triumphant Knight King. Damn it. Renz thought it was his turn. He didn't expect that in the end, it was still Erina's turn. The incredibly brave General Renz thought he had sent a reconnaissance unit to sneak into the enemy's command post, ready to capture it and enjoy the praise and glory, only to find that everyone in the enemy's command post was a decoy.

Looking back, he was ambushed from all sides, his own move turned against him. This defeat was entirely the fault of the person knocking on the door. If they hadn't knocked, this round would have definitely been Renz's. Who was it, anyway?! Huh? Knocking on the door for no reason, interrupting someone's thoughts. It was too infuriating.

Renz grumbled inwardly, then reached out and opened the door to the room. His inner grumbling fell silent, leaving only a wry smile that couldn't quite smile or cry.

"Mother-in-law, why are you here?"

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