After Reaching the Happy Ending, I Was Locked up by the Extremely Possessive Heroines I Had Conquered

Chapter 19.2: Even Though We Reached a Happy End, I Got Confined by the Possessive Heroines

When I muttered it softly, she shot me a resentful glare.

“Big brother, be quiet for a bit! I’m in the middle of lecturing Toa right now. Do you want to make me this angry?”

“But if I don’t deny it, my dignity as a brother…”

“Did you think you still had any dignity left? Without me, big brother is a baby who can’t do anything on his own? A baby should just let his little sister take care of him like a good baby.”

“Babies don’t get taken care of by little sisters.”

“Big brother!”

“…Yes, I’m sorry.”

Her glare was so fierce that it scared me, so I apologized for now. In times like this, an apology was best.

“Anyway, listen, Toa!”

Mahiru stepped forward, wedging herself between me and Toa, then puffed out her breasts and continued.

“If you’re staying over, at least use my room! I absolutely refuse to let you into big brother’s room!”

Oh, so Mahiru’s room was fine.

In the end, Mahiru didn’t mind being with Toa. They were the same age, and there was no doubt they were friends.

“Ehh, but sleeping with Mahiru-chan makes it hard to breathe, so I don’t like it~”

“You’re the one who’s a nuisance, Toa, with your endless relationship talk that keeps me from sleeping.”

“Mahiru-chan sleeps too much~”

“You’re the one who stays up too late!”

From the conversation alone, it sounded heated, but it was their usual dynamic.

It would be great if they just stayed in Mahiru’s room together like that.

Please!

“Should I carry the luggage up to the second floor?”

For now, I suggested something about the carry-on to sort it out, but Toa shook her head apologetically.

“Ah—there are things I can’t let you see, so it’s fine. I’ll carry it myself.”

“…I see.”

I was curious about what she couldn’t let me see, but it was too scary to ask.

Toa took off her shoes and entered the house, then headed to the living room while lugging the carry-on. Mahiru followed behind, grumbling complaints.

As I stared blankly at that heartwarming scene…

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang again.

“Who is it now…”

It was unusual to have visitors coming one after another like this.

Had the three families finally come to complain? Was this the direct confrontation at last?

As I psyched myself up and opened the door, there stood Satori.

“…Eh?”

I couldn’t help but widen my eyes at her outfit.

Because she wasn’t in her shrine maiden attire; she wore a white wedding kimono.

Her silver hair contrasted beautifully with the pure white garment, making her look just like a bride in Japanese style—

“Why are you in a wedding outfit?”

When I asked, Satori’s face turned bright red, and she muttered it as if in agony.

“Uncle made me wear it. He kept nagging, ‘When are you having the wedding?’ and when I ignored him, he forced it on me with ‘Just put it on already…'”

“…”

“The heads of the other three families are also pushing to set a wedding date, and it’s a huge hassle. Even though I’m denying it. I told them we should start with dating first.”

“…”

The cruelty of it all left my mouth agape, unable to close.

Forcing something like that on Satori, who was still only a high school sophomore…

That was way too much. A wedding should be decided by the people involved, not something for outsiders to fuss over.

…The three families really were the worst. Such bad taste.

“Help me. The whole island thinks we’re getting married now.”

“Eh…”

Just from the island broadcast, they jumped straight to marriage…

The leap in logic was too far.

Were there no normal people on this island?

…Probably not. I had never met any. This island was a little off. All the islanders were crazy.

“Take responsibility.”

“Got it! Then let’s go beat up the three families first.”

“That’s not what I mean… responsibility!”

Satori looked up at me steadily. Her face bore light makeup, and combined with the wedding outfit, she was even more beautiful than usual.

We stared in silence for a while. Her eyes glistened, her cheeks flushed, and her lips shone faintly red.

I couldn’t stare directly at Satori’s more glamorous yet perfectly balanced appearance, and when I could no longer bear it, I averted my eyes dramatically and spoke.

“For now, let’s talk it over in detail. They’ll understand once we talk!”

With that, I held out my hand.

“…”

Satori gazed silently at my palm for a moment, then

“Akira!”

She called my name and squeezed her eyes shut tightly.

As if mustering her courage, she clenched her fists, took a huge breath, and

“As an unworthy woman, please take care of me!”

She bowed deeply.

“!”

That line felt just like hearing a response to a proposal—

It pierced my chest gradually.