He silently took her hand, and the girl showed no resistance—calmly following him to the kitchen where Aya and Natsumi were hard at work.
As soon as they entered, Kasumi sharply let go of his hand upon seeing Kenshin's two wives. She still couldn't believe he had two wives—and both pregnant.
Kenshin calmly approached Natsumi first and kissed her lips. When Kasumi saw this kiss, anger boiled in her chest—but quickly faded when Kenshin tenderly stroked Natsumi's large belly and bent to kiss it.
Doing the same with gentle Aya, he turned his gaze to Kasumi—who didn't know where to put herself—and said: "Girls, how can I help?"
"Mmm, you chop the meat." Natsumi answered with a smile, then turned to Kasumi and without former hostility said: "And you—slice the onion into rings and potatoes into cubes. Can you manage?"
"Um, I've never cooked food…" Kasumi whispered shyly, then looked at Kenshin—wanting to see his reaction. For some reason she was terrified of disappointing him and appearing a useless future wife.
"No problem—I'll teach you. Here, come here." Kenshin said tenderly and threw a warning glance at his two wives—especially cunning Natsumi. Aya was gentle by nature, but under Natsumi's influence and jealousy could gladly tease the new girl—especially one whose fault could destroy their entire family.
Kasumi grabbed this lifeline and gracefully walked to Kenshin, standing beside the cutting board. Kenshin immediately pulled her close and stood behind.
"Look how it's done." he said, pressing against her from behind—taking one potato and cutting it into cubes. "Got it?" he asked and tenderly kissed her neck.
At another time Kasumi would call him a pervert or bastard—but catching the corner of her eye the displeasure of his two wives—she moaned tenderly and nodded cutely.
Aya and Natsumi drilled Kasumi with displeased looks and mentally cursed her cunning. Kasumi only glanced at the two displeased wives with a spark in her eyes and completely forgot to resist Kenshin's caresses.
Kenshin in turn showed how to cut onion and felt Kasumi press closer—purring tenderly. He was surprised by this harmful girl's strange transformation—but definitely liked it. His thoughts were interrupted by Natsumi's gentle chirping.
"Ah, Kenshin—could you move this heavy pot? Aya and I can't…" Natsumi purred plaintively.
Kenshin was slightly surprised that a very strong kunoichi asked him to move something heavy. Even fifty kilograms shouldn't be a problem for a pregnant kunoichi—but he didn't question it and calmly answered:
"Sure, right now." Then stepped away from Kasumi's graceful body and went to his gentle wife—who immediately hugged him from behind as soon as he placed the large pot on the stove.
Natsumi shamelessly began stroking his broad muscular chest and kissing his neck—purring tenderly. Kasumi was shocked by this vixen's direct actions, while Aya only giggled quietly—covering her mouth with her hand. She wasn't jealous of Kenshin with her best friend at all—but was displeased if Kenshin paid attention to the new girl.
"Hm? Dear, what's come over you?" Kenshin asked with a smile—half-turning—but in response Natsumi gracefully changed position and pressed her lips to his in a kiss.
Kasumi gnashed her teeth. She had always been very competitive and couldn't stand losing. Nara Clan upbringing made her unyielding and strong-willed—refusing to lose even now.
As soon as Kenshin broke the kiss with Natsumi, Kasumi immediately intervened—clearing her throat and saying in the gentlest tone: "Ah, Kenshin—seems I can't open this unusual faucet—could you help?"
Kenshin already began understanding the atmosphere was heating up—and the two most active girls didn't want to yield to each other in anything. Still he nodded and went to Kasumi. But when he got closer—she finally turned on the water, and a powerful stream hit directly the board she "carelessly" held right under the faucet.
The spray flew in all directions—first hitting the tight white t-shirt of the girl who squealed in surprise. Kenshin quickly rushed forward and turned off the faucet—but it was too late. The girl's entire t-shirt was completely wet and clung to her toned body—forming an almost transparent outline of her incredible breasts.
Kenshin stared at the girl open-mouthed, and Kasumi couldn't hide the spark of satisfaction that flashed in her eyes—but his gaze was directed nowhere near her eyes—so he noticed nothing.
"Ah! How clumsy I am, oh god…" Kasumi moaned—internally triumphant that Kenshin's attention for the next hour would be riveted only to her.
Aya and Natsumi reacted differently to this stunt. Aya giggled quietly at their future sister-wife's cunning, while Natsumi gnashed her teeth—lamenting her pregnancy. If not for the child in her belly—she would gladly crush this newcomer and go all the way in this competition—ready to give herself to Kenshin even on the kitchen table just to spite this arrogant newbie.
Everything happened exactly as Kasumi calculated. Kenshin kept staring only at her firm breasts visible through the transparent fabric. He wanted many times to approach and grab this enticing firm chest—but held back with his last strength—understanding now was not the time. If he did—his two pregnant wives would demand no less attention, and dinner would never be prepared. Moreover—he didn't know how Kasumi would behave if he brazenly grabbed her breasts. One thing was outplaying another girl in competitive heat—quite another allowing him to grope her shamelessly.