A Cliché Multiverse Story

Chapter 180 - CH. 182: Klyscha Is A Traitor!



The next day in Yotsuba Mansion.

I woke up sandwiched between Nee-san and Nao. Two mature women made the night unforgettable. Nee-san was on offense ever since that orgy night while Nao followed in her footsteps. She wanted to prove her usefulness by cooking, helping me in the bath, giving lap pillows without asking, and taking me to bed—she was giving Klyscha a run for her money in the best housewife position.??

(Noooo! I shall try harder!)

'Shush, don't push yourself, or I'll spank you tomorrow.'

(I-I don't care.)

'Masochist.'

(Anything for my love.)

"Honey."

Yuriko opened the door with a big, wide grin on her face. She approached, attired in a tight shirt and black pants. The nude women on the bed didn't bother her.

Truly, the bonds forged in the fire of the battle are the strongest.

"Are you busy?" Yuriko asked.

"Not really."

I was heading to Biblical God for training in an hour. While training, I could accompany her.

"Great. I want your opinion on the place we rented for our new shop."

"Sure."

My business experience might come in handy.

"Should I wash your back?" Her gaze drifted down to my boner, courtesy of Shiori's morning exercise. "And this place?"

I shook my head. "Never mind. Let's do your work first."

Yuriko looked puzzled but nodded nonetheless. "You don't have to be shy about any request. You, my husband, have a special privilege over me."

As tempting as it sounded, I only had an hour before I started lagging. I had to rush the stuff with Yuriko.

I took a quick shower while Shiori calmed my urges. After Yuriko helped me dress up, we moved out, only to stumble in Maya garbed in a t-shirt and shorts.

"What are you doing in these clothes?"

"Em, nothing?"

The sweat on her face and her fast heartbeat gave everything away. She was running back to her room after working out or doing something similar.

"Onii-sama, where are you going?"

"On a date with Yuriko."

"I… I can ask someone to drive you there."

Hesitation was written all over her face. Yuriko also noticed it and chuckled.

"Dear me, you can have him for the rest of the day. Go on some dates or whatever you like. Enjoy your youth."

Maya's face lit up. "Thanks a lot, Yuriko-sama. Also, you're more beautiful than many women in their twenties."

That she was.

I ruffled Maya's hair. "I'll make it an unforgettable afternoon."

"I'll try my best!"

Yuriko patted the cheerful Maya's head. "Don't try to seduce him, okay?"

"Yuriko-sama… I won't."

Rika appeared around the corner with a grin. "Aa-chan, don't leave your maid behind~!"

Great words coming from someone wearing jeans and a shirt.

Yuriko shook her head. "Rika, just give me one hour."

Rika's face became sullen. "Okay, Yuriko-san. Aa-chan, I'm going to the dungeon with Aimi-chan. Sitting here all day is boring me out. Life of a weeb is hard."

"Of course, it is," Leme said as she peeked through Saya's room. "It's the ultimate test of patience!"

"Sorry, I can't live without sunlight. Aa-chan loves my tan," she replied. "Aa-chan, I'll see you on the other side."

"Failure of a weeb," Leme grumbled before she smiled at me. "Master, good morning. Have fun out there!"

She returned to the room.

I dreaded looking inside the room this ero lover and tsundere Saya shared. Yuriko pulled my sleeve.

"Dear, be quick. You have so many women to please after this," she said with a giggle.

"It's my job."

—x—x—x—

A member of Yotsuba Clan took us to our destination. I'm not sure how the other members looked at our family freeloading in their clan. Well, it made Maya happy, so whatever.

We got off at a crowded shopping mall. Maya must have a hand in this. Otherwise, the owner wouldn't have given a spot to Yuriko.

Still, the future earth wasn't too different from ours. People hardly looked like they had been through the boss-level event 'World War 3.'

Yuriko thanked the driver and turned to me.

"Will our business thrive here?"

I nodded my head. Ninety percent of the ladies will come if I stand there with a smile. The rest will be up to Yuriko's skills.

Yuriko took my hand and pulled me toward the crowd. "I'll build an online store if we're successful."

"Sounds good. You can ask others for help."

Yuriko grinned. "I don't plan on hiring a salesman, you know. The lovely ladies of our family will help me big time."

She already had plans. Such a calculating mother-in-law.

"I'll help too."

Yuriko leaned to my side. "Then I'll pay you with my body."

"Cough. Cough."

My goddess leaked my motto.

'Klyscha, you traitor!'

(She tricked me…)

Yuriko giggled, attracting the eyes of every passing man. My glare scared the shit out of them.

After looking around the mall, we finally found Yuriko's chosen place in the corner of the second floor. This was a bad location for a new shop, so we had to work extra hard on attracting customers.

"It's worth the challenge," Yuriko whispered as she crossed her arms on her chest. "We can pull through."

The pride in her voice made me smile. She was a successful woman until the apocalypse arrived. It might be her way of regaining that pride.

"Dear, call me out when you think I'm going too deep into this. This business means nothing if my man isn't happy with me."

I chuckled. "Don't worry. If you stop paying attention to me, I'll come and bang you in your office. Every employee will listen to your lewd moans."

Yuriko gasped. "The cold CEO gets forced by her husband in her office. That… sounds exhilarating."

The mother and daughter with their dramatic fetishes.

We examined every nook and cranny of the place. I still had a few minutes left, so we roamed around the mall.

The futuristic malls were a sight to behold.

After we returned to the Yotsuba Mansion, I went to Maya's room. She was playing games with Rini and Aiko, so I decided to join them.

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