While I Was Shutting in My Room for One Year, My Parent Remarried and Now I’m Living Together With Super Beautiful Stepsisters - Chapter 51-52

Chapter 51: The Chaotic King’s Game and the Drunkard

“Whoa, King’s Game!?”

I let out a voice from the sheer shock.

Why on earth do we have to play King’s Game with this group!?

Even without that, there’s Haruka, someone who might do anything if we play that kind of game…!!

“It’s a party, so it’s fine, right? Aoto-kun.”

She’s totally mistaking this snack party for a company gathering or something… and besides, this isn’t a game to play with family.

“Anyway, shall we all head back?”

“Ah… yeah.”

I had no choice but to return to the next room.

Whatever happens, it’s not my problem…

“Big Brother, you finally made it. How’d the phone call go?”

“Ah, well, it worked out somehow.”

I gave a half-hearted reply as I returned to the room where everyone was and took a seat.

Snacks were spread out on the room’s table, Yuzuna was munching on potato chips while looking at SNS on her smartphone, Nanoka-san was sipping wine and eating cheese, and Anzu was playing a game on her tablet.

While I was dealing with something huge, everyone was just so carefree…!

Well, it was me who suggested pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend, so I guess it’s unavoidable.

“More than that, everyone! It’s King’s Game, King’s Game!”

When Momiji said that, everyone around her twitched in reaction.

“Haruka-san and Yamada-san are joining too!”

“You… you’re making quite a bold suggestion. But King’s Game is such a vulgar game.”

“Could it be that Haruka-san is getting cold feet?”

Haruka had looked stunned at first, but the moment Momiji provoked her, the angle of her eyebrows shifted sharply upward.

“Of course, I’ll play. I have to keep an eye on you so you don’t give Aoto any weird commands.”

“Then Haruka-san’s in too. What about you, Yamada-san?”

“Um, I’ve never played King’s Game before, but…”

“Then Yamada-san’s joining too!”

“Hey! I didn’t say I would!”

Yamada got dragged into it forcefully too… sigh, Momiji is as thorough as ever once she decides to do something.

“I’ll play too!”

Even Nanoka-san, who was completely drunk… this is… pretty bad.

The chaotic King’s Game…was about to begin.

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Chapter 52: The Turbulent King’s Game Begins!!??

The three sharp-tongued stepsister trio, the annoying loli junior, the unusually moist and heavy childhood friend, the drunken stepmother who was a stunning beauty with ridiculously huge breasts and ass, and me, the guy who had holed up at home for a whole year.

It was like the ultimate gathering of modern rom-com character types, all assembled in the royal suite room on the top floor of a luxury resort hotel.

They sat on three sofas, and in the center on the round glass table stood a bizarrely designed vase that hid its insides, with seven glass muddlers stuck into it.

It was truly the royal King’s Game… I couldn’t predict at all what was going to happen.

“No way there’s not even a pair of chopsticks or paper cups in the room? How fancy is this hotel?”

“But using a vase and muddlers as substitutes… How badly do you want to play King’s Game, Momiji?”

Yuzuna and I glared at Momiji.

This time, it was Momiji who had insisted on playing King’s Game, but from earlier, she had been wearing a fearless smile.

I hoped Momiji wasn’t scheming something weird.

By the way, the tips of the seven muddlers had number stickers from a girls’ magazine that Yamada (for some reason) had brought on the trip, and they decided to use those since they were handy.

The king turned out to be the lucky seven’s number 7.

Well, everything was slapdash from start to finish, but was there really any point in going this far with this group?

Nanoka-san was drunk, Haruka had an unusually serious face, and Yamada was chatting with Anzu.

“Come on, everyone! Let’s get started right away.”

Prompted by Momiji, everyone leaned forward a bit toward the table and picked up a muddler.

Well, now that it had come to this, I’d go along with it.

It was a special trip, after all.

“””””Who’s the king~?”””””

We all pulled the muddlers from the vase at the same time.

And then…!

“…Huh? It’s me, the king.”

Haruka said it while looking at her own muddler with the number 7 sticker on it.

The first king was Haruka!?

Right from the start, I only had a terribly bad feeling.

Still, after everyone had drawn, they were all hiding their numbers with their hands, so there was no way to know who had which number.

“Haruka-senpai, what command are you going to give?”

“Yeah~”

“Wait a minute, Haruka-san. Lewd commands are prohibited for ethical reasons. No ●●● or ●● either.”

Momiji said it to Haruka.

No way would she give a command like that; what did she think Haruka was…?

“Ehhh, I was thinking of asking Aoto to build a room for me in his house~”

“No way that’s possible!! Don’t make even a King’s Game command so heavy!!”

“Huh? Heavy? What do you mean?”

Haruka closed in with an ultra-serious face.

Oh crap, I let it slip…!

“Ah, um, I mean, hurry up and give the command, Haruka. It’s just a game like this, so it has to be something like a light penalty or it’ll feel awkward instead, haha.”

“…Hehe, you’re right about that, Aoto?”

It seemed like I got away with it somehow… or did I? I wasn’t sure.

“Then, my command is…”

I gulped down a dry swallow.

By the way, my number was 3.

Haruka wouldn’t know that, and a targeted command at me should have been impossible.

“…Okay, then, number 3~”

The instant she said “number 3,” Haruka’s gaze shifted toward me.

Huh? Why would Haruka… no way.

She had reacted to that “heavy” word from earlier and closed in… did she steal a peek at my number…? No, but I had been hiding my number the whole time.

So how did Haruka… no way, clairvoyance…?

Why was there this gambling battle manga-level tension running through such a silly King’s Game anyway!!!

A-anyway, I had to hear Haruka’s command.

“Hehe… Number 3, I want you to hug the king from behind♡”

“Wh-what the hell!!??”

A year ago, that would have been an absolute reward for me, but for the current me, it was a command that felt nothing but ominous.