Since when did my house turn into a band-girl inn? No, rather, I should ask myself—since when did I become surrounded by such a large mob of pretty girls eyeing my ass?
Miki Kashiwagi sat on the sofa in deep thought. Mutsumi sat buried in her dinner, while Rana, having eaten her fill, squatted on the balcony, tormenting a poor little dragonfly that had somehow survived the autumn breeze and was hanging on by a thread.
Everyone had their own things to keep them busy...
Chapter 266