I Didn't Open the Harem, What Did I Do Wrong?

"I didn't read anything, I was just thinking about something, but you, Nase, have you encountered anything recently?"

"It's nothing, it's just that things at home have been troublesome recently."

Flicking across the pages of the book weakly with her fingers, Mizuki Nase responded feebly that even Muzi was worried.

"Are you sure? I feel that you, Nase, are not in the right state recently. I am not used to you suddenly becoming a soft girl."

"Are you shaking m?"

Her arms were curled up to support Nase Mizuki's small head. Although she looked tired, her eyes were already bright.

"No, not at all."

"By the way, I will give you advice."

"what?"

"Don't wander around in remote places at night during this period of time."

"What does it mean?"

"Don't ask too much, just keep it in your heart, it's just an insurance just in case."

"I know, don't go to remote places at night."

Although she didn't understand why, Muzi believed in the words of Nase Mizuki.

"That's good..."

Seeing that Mu Zidu could listen to her words so easily, Nase Mizuki was very satisfied.

Leaning tiredly in her arms again, Naze Mizuki sighed softly.

(If the dreamland is not opened, we outsiders will really be exhausted.)

Muzi hesitated for a moment, got up and sat beside Naze Mizuki.

"I learned about the meridians of the human body when I practiced martial arts, so don't move around."

After speaking so softly, Muzi directly pressed the index finger and middle finger on Naze Mizuki's temple.

"You, what are you doing?!"

This was the first time that Mu Zidu heard Nase Miyue's flustered and coquettish cry.

"Could it be that I was kind once, Nase, you just thank Dade for enjoying it."

The fingertips of Muzidu's massaging gradually exerted force, and the words of Mizuki Nase's original refusal turned into a comfortable panting on the lips.

Hiding her cheeks in the crook of her arms, she squeezed her lips hard to prevent herself from panting in shame. If you look at Naze Mizuki's eyes now, those watery and charming eyes are really seductive.

Then came the neck, and then the shoulders. Under Mu Zidu's technique, Nase Mizuki's panting gradually became short and heavy.

Mizuki Nase, who felt her body was getting weirder, tried hard to break free from this pleasure.

"hen..."

"what?"

Mu Zidu, who was not aware of this at all, lowered his head and listened with suspicion.

"heentai!"

"what?!"

. . .

. . . . . .

Mu Zidu continued to look at the "Little Prince" in his hand, but the resentful stare on the opposite side who had been staring at him was a bit harsh.

Until now, she didn't even realize how outrageous what she was doing, and Muzi looked at Naze Mizuki without fear.

My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is righteous.

Probably the best portrayal of his eyes now.

"good afternoon."

Nase Bochen also pushed the door weakly and came in. This time, he didn't go to tease his sister first, but sat down on the chair in exhaustion and slumped on the table, let alone from Mu Zidu. Looking at it from an angle, the two brothers and sisters were really carved out of the same mold.

Naze Mizuki withdrew her gaze in a panic, coughed a few times and returned to her usual indifferent look.

Muzi looked at Nase Bochen with disgust, and complained unceremoniously:

"What shameful things did you do last night to become this weak?"

Nase Hirotomi pulled the scarf feebly and buried his face in the scarf as much as possible, as weak as after running a marathon and sleeping through the night, plus having sex seven times.

"Anyway, I'm sorry to be human."

"However, the phrase [I'm sorry to be human] doesn't seem to mean that at all."

Mu Zidu put down the "Little Prince" in his hand. .

"I think the meaning of this sentence should be [I have done a lot of things that I am ashamed of myself and others in this life. I am sorry for not living a good life and not cherishing life]."

"Bochen, if you just understand it as [If you are the same as what I wrote in my book, you are not qualified to be a human being, and you should die if you imply it.], then you are too underestimating Mr. Dazai Osamu's character and purity as a writer."