Noticing the figure standing at the kitchen door, Lulum, who was stir-frying, tilted her head and asked.
"Oh, Master~ Are you hungry? It'll be ready soon~ Please be patient~"
Seeing that she had noticed him, Sasaki straightened up from leaning against the counter and walked into the kitchen.
Standing behind Lulum, he estimated her height.
Placing his hands on her soft shoulders, he rested his chin on the top of her head and spoke. "Hmm~ Just a little more time... How long is 'a little'~?"
Thinking that her sister had made Master hungry, Lulum, holding a spatula in her small, delicate hand, thought for a moment and answered seriously:
"Mmm~ About ten minutes or so."
"If Master is really hungry, there are some snacks in the fridge."
Well...Sasaki wasn't that much interested in snacks, he only wanted to "eat" Lulum.
Bending slightly, he rested his head on Lulum's shoulder and said:
"Those don't taste good. I want to eat Lulum~"
"Eat Lulum?"
For a moment, she didn't understand what he meant as Lulum stopped what she was doing and blinked in confusion.
Seeing her completely clueless expression, Sasaki realized that Stella had kept Lulum at home most of the time, so she had little exposure to humans and didn't understand some of the playful, flirty language couples used.
But after all, Lulum was still a succubus.
Even though no one had taught her, her instincts in matters between men and women were strong.
Just as Sasaki was about to explain the contextual meaning of the word "eat" in this situation, Lulum, after a brief pause, suddenly spoke shyly.
"Mmm~ Can you wait a little longer? I... still need some time to finish cooking..."
Since the meal was almost done, it wouldn't hurt to wait a bit.
But opportunities like this, where Lulum was wearing a cute apron, standing on a small stool, blushing and trying to reason with him, were rare and Sasaki couldn't waste it!
Since Lulum was wearing a small apron, it was very convenient so, he pressed against her soft, petite back, gently nibbling on her red, hot, pointed little ear and murmured.
"Lulum, just keep cooking. I won't disturb you~ You cook, and I'll..."
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"Huh? The front of the apron is all wet. Did oil splash on it?"
"N-no... It's just some milk I spilled..."
"Oh, I see. Do you have more milk? I'm a bit hungry now."
"I do... but if Master wants to drink it now, I won't be able to cook~"
"It's fine. The cooking is almost done. I'll plate the food. You go get the milk bottle, or it'll be a waste if it spills."
Like a diligent and devoted little wife, Lulum agreed to the request from someone so close to her without any hesitation:
"Mhm, mhm~"
At the dining table, Sasaki, now full and satisfied, wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at Lulum, who was lying lazily on the table after also having eaten.
"Lulum, want to eat more?"
Although the meal hadn't taken long, it was the first time she had eaten so much.
Lulum lay on the table, her eyes comfortably half-closed:
"No... Master just finished eating too. You should rest and digest for a while~"
Although she had no experience hunting for food, through her sister's teachings, she knew that her sister's so-called "granary"—her Master had a cooldown period after feeding a little succubus.
This cooldown period could be shortened or even eliminated with the little succubus's efforts... but Lulum wasn't sure if doing so would harm her Master's body.
Even though she wasn't completely full, this meal was enough to keep her from feeling hungry for three days.
As a sensible little succubus, she wouldn't harm her Master's body just to satisfy her own cravings when she wasn't even hungry.
Hmm... Even if she were hungry, she still wouldn't harm her Master's body... Her Master's health came first.
The sensible little succubus had read books.
The books said to be grateful to those who provide for you.
Sasaki could hear the suppressed desire in Lulum's voice.
He estimated that she was only at the point of not being hungry, but was still far from being fully satisfied.
This time, since he had the rare opportunity to visit the little succubus, he couldn't leave without making sure they were fully fed.
Pulling the well-behaved succubus sitting beside him onto his lap, Sasaki smiled and said:
"Lulum, do you know why many people go for a walk after eating?"
Although she hadn't gone to school like her sister, she had read books and knew some common knowledge.
Hearing Sasaki's question, Lulum, sitting on his lap, happily swung her snow-white little feet and answered in a sweet voice. "Because exercise speeds up energy consumption and helps with digestion~"
"So smart~"
Stroking the little succubus's smooth, silky hair, Sasaki praised her with a smile, then whispered in her ear:
"But did you know? For humans, feeding a little succubus is also a form of exercise~ It's even better for digestion than walking."
"Plus, the meal you made for me is very nourishing. If I'm consuming energy while also replenishing it, then there's no harm done."
"So, it's fine. If you're not full, just say so."
Unable to find any logical flaws in his argument, and not believing that her Master would lie to her, Lulum, after hearing Sasaki's explanation, fiddled with her little hands and changed her answer. "Mmm... then can I have a little more?"
"Sure, just a *little* more, right? No problem!"
As Lulum leaned on the table, standing on her tiptoes to "eat," her sister, who shared a deep connection with her and could sense her feelings within a certain distance, couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly opened the bedroom door.
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"Oh~ In that case, I won't need to use this to store reserves."
Tossing aside the 0.1-liter container he had specifically bought from the convenience store, Sasaki sat naturally on the sofa, playing with the little tail that had unconsciously wrapped around his wrist, and said:
"But can this little tail really hold nine meals' worth?"
After stuffing the pockets of both little succubi to the brim.
Not wanting Lulum to always eat the leftovers Stella brought back, Sasaki suggested preparing some boxed meals... well, bagged meals for Lulum.
But Stella, lying at one end of the sofa, stroking her little belly and constantly burping, told him that her tail had the function of storing food.
The amount of food it could store, calculated as one 0.1 per meal, could hold nine 0.1s.
Well, that's three days.
Although Sasaki couldn't guarantee coming to feed Lulum in person every day, coming once every three days was no problem.
Hearing the foolish food storage doubting her tail's capacity,
Stella slowly unfurled her flower bud-like tail tip, revealing the somewhat eerie but strangely alluring petals inside after seeing them many times.
Although he found it alluring, Sasaki wasn't perverted to that extent and naturally couldn't do anything to a flower...
The little succubus obviously knew this too.
So, propping up her little belly, from which the sound of water could faintly be heard, the little succubus pouted her small, round buttocks and curled up in Sasaki's arms like a kitten, looking up to kiss him.
Meanwhile, the considerate Lulum covered his eyes with her hand, clearly worried he might be scared by the sight of the little flower eating someone...
Although he thought it unnecessary... with a soft little person on each side and smelling their mixed floral scent, Sasaki didn't say much.
Just quietly enjoyed it.
After kissing and cuddling with them until past three and using their bathroom to wash away the scents on him, a refreshed Sasaki stood at the entrance and said to the two little succubi behind him, who seemed a bit lazy after eating and drinking their fill:
"If you're feeling sleepy, go to bed. No need to see me off."
Walking slowly to Sasaki on her jade-like white legs, Lulum tried her best to tiptoe on her delicate, soft feet to adjust her master's attire.
Well... there wasn't really much to adjust... Sasaki was wearing a short-sleeve.
But on TV, the ladies always did this, and Lulum felt her master's treatment shouldn't be worse than theirs.
After earnestly doing her best to adjust his clothes, she spoke. "Master, take care on your way home~"
"Okay~"
Patting the hair of the two little succubi, Sasaki waved to the two girls as he left.
After leaving the apartment building and looking back, he could still see the two little ones clinging to the railing, looking his way.
Making a gesture for them to go back, Sasaki thought about whether he should find an opportunity to take the two little ones back.
From what he could see, this world was very safe, without many supernatural things like ghosts and demons.
But since there are succubi, there might also be humans with some supernatural powers.
There's no guarantee that those justice enforcers wouldn't have some method to detect evil.
For the safety of the little succubi, it's indeed better to keep them close.
Well... as for the timing to take them back... at least wait until Sasaki has settled, or is about to settle, the girls at home... bringing them back now would surely make Sister Yuuka furious.
After all... she's currently the only outsider at home...
Although she might not necessarily know about this, what succubi are... the girls have heard of.
Letting them watch their man being drained by succubi is impossible.
They would definitely compete to push the little succubi away, and in such intense competition, the chance of Sister Yuka realizing she's an outsider is quite high.
Once she gets angry, Sasaki is sure to have a hard time.
Well... in a harmonious family, anyone would be upset to find out they're an outsider.
Feeling a bit sad for Yuka for a while, Sasaki wandered into the residential area where his home was.
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Just walking normally on the road, Sasaki suddenly felt a chill on his scalp, like a girl being poked in the back, and he turned his head with a start.
At three in the afternoon, the weather was hot.
On this not-so-long road, there was no one else besides Sasaki.
But just now, the intense gaze that seemed to melt him was indeed cast upon him.
From the feeling of the gaze on his body, it wasn't malicious.
But a strong, frightening fondness.
...Following, an abnormally strong fondness... the word 'yandere' popped into Sasaki's mind.
Well... He doesn't dislike yanderes, but he definitely wouldn't actively seek them out.
The most important point is that yanderes often have a strong desire for exclusivity and mostly exhibit strong aggressive tendencies towards outsiders.
This is a serious problem for a playboy like Sasaki.
If not handled well, his lovely girls could be wiped out.
In more extreme cases, he might even end up dead.
Moreover, facing such extreme yanderes, Sasaki has no good solutions.
Because extreme yanderes are very obsessive and emotional, simply put, they are moody, only willing to believe what they see, and you can never guess their thoughts or predict their next move.
In such situations, any of your verbal skills are useless.
As for her skills in bed... the more comfortable she felt, the stronger her morbid possessiveness became...
Sweating profusely on a hot day, Sasaki stood by the roadside, scanning the direction from which the piercing gaze had come, and clicked his tongue.
He didn't remember provoking anyone with a yandere personality.
Why would someone like that suddenly target him...?
For a moment, he couldn't figure it out. Sasaki scanned the eerily quiet, empty street.
Indeed, when you're paranoid, everything seems suspicious.
Pushing the worst-case scenario out of his mind, Sasaki stood still and took a deep breath.
Yanderes were already one in ten thousand, and extreme yanderes were one in a hundred thousand.
In both his past and present lives combined, he hadn't even met a hundred thousand people. How could he be so unlucky?
After calming himself down, Sasaki walked toward the direction where the gaze had come from.
Running away wouldn't solve anything. Only by confronting her early could he defuse the danger.
He wasn't afraid of yanderes himself—after all, they were people who liked him, albeit in a twisted way. What he feared was their willingness to harm those around him to get what they wanted.
After being intimate with him, the girls' physical conditions had improved, but they were still like tofu wrapped in an iron shell—strong but with no intention of hurting others.
But a yandere... that was a different story.
Having seen news stories about yanderes harming others in his past life, Sasaki didn't want something like that to happen to him.
Carrying his bag, he walked a few steps and called out to the alleys ahead.
"Is anyone there?"
"I saw you just now~"
"Were you watching me?"
"Don't want to talk to me?"
After checking a few alleys and finding no one, Sasaki stopped and scratched his head in confusion.
Well...this didn't make sense.
Yanderes were extremely proactive. Faced with his direct approach, she should have responded enthusiastically.
There was no reason for her to hide from him.
Unless... she had run away the moment he turned his head?
Hmm... If that was the case... then this person wasn't very dangerous.
His reasoning was that she still cared about how she appeared in his eyes.
She didn't want to meet him as a stalker.
This meant she wasn't the extreme type of yandere who would do anything to make him hers, regardless of his feelings.
Otherwise, she would have stepped out right now, lured him to her home, locked him in a dark room, and done unspeakable things day and night—or turned him into a specimen if he refused.
She wouldn't care about his opinions at all.
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