The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

Chapter 248 - Do You Need A Mental Checkup?



Mrs. Brown smirked. "I got something similar from Dixie, too. Well, looks like the girls are going to have some… fun. If you know what I mean."

The blonde woman looked away in embarrassment. Even if she wanted to refute that her Crystal wasn\'t that type of girl… well, it was true that her daughter really was a pervert, wasn\'t she?

Mrs. Miller couldn\'t help but sigh helplessly. "Sorry. Even though you agreed to help me out—"

The dark-haired woman chuckled. "It\'s fine. Actually, even if I questioned your daughter in a roundabout manner and ascertained the matter to make sure you\'re not \'misunderstanding\' the situation… it wouldn\'t really mean anything, you know?"

Of course, Mrs. Miller understood that much already, though she didn\'t want to admit that her little girl had already left the nest and made her own decisions.

Mrs. Brown coughed. "Alright, since she\'s not coming back, let\'s end the game here. You win."

"Eh? But it\'s not yet over—"

Mrs. Brown finished packing up the Ludo kit before sliding it under the table and smiled. "You\'re too lucky, there\'s no way I can win. It seems like all my luck went into getting these perfect genes."

Mrs. Miller could only stare at her speechlessly. How can someone be so smug while giving up?

Of course, this was far from the limits of Mrs. Brown\'s shamelessness.

"By the way, about that threesome—"

"No."

With how prompt her response was, anyone could tell that this wasn\'t the first time she was facing such a question. Of course, when she had first heard it earlier in the day, Mrs. Miller really had wanted to get her ears checked.

Now, she just hoped the other woman would receive a mental checkup soon. How could she even mention such a scandalous thing with a straight face?

Mrs. Brown couldn\'t believe it. The first person she asked for a threesome since her marriage… she actually got rejected? Not once, but twice?! She had already brushed it off the first time to give the woman some time to think while they played, but this woman… still said no?

It seemed like now that Dixie had inherited her gigachad gene, its effect on herself was reduced!

Of course, with Mrs. Miller\'s identity, she couldn\'t dare force her to do something that the woman didn\'t want. After all, at the end of the day, Crystal was still Emilia\'s friend.

Having denied her daughter-in-law\'s \'inappropriate requests\' — in her mind, at least — Emilia was sure to already be looking for an excuse to \'punish\' her. There was no way she could afford to mess up.

Mrs. Brown couldn\'t help but be a little depressed. "Okay, let me know if you change your mind. My hubby won\'t mind, probably."

She pouted before slinking away like a puppy that had been kicked away, while Mrs. Miller was left staring at her back in confusion.

If she hadn\'t known that they never really interacted much, she would almost believe that her Crystal had been corrupted by this woman!

Mrs. Miller couldn\'t help but sigh. "How can she be such a pervert at this age? A few years later, we might even have grandchildren—"

Pausing, she realized that if that really happened… wouldn\'t that be an even bigger issue than what she was already dealing with currently? She might really start developing heart conditions then!

Coughing in embarrassment, Mrs. Miller hurriedly corrected that thought. "N-No grandchildren. Who wants those? Not me! Well, adopted ones are probably okay—? AHH! Why is this so complicated?!"

Of course, Samantha had long since been waiting for her little sister to return. Little did she expect, however, that she would be greeting \'guests\' at such a time.

Crystal bowed to the older girl shyly. "Hello, big sister. We came to visit you."

Dixie nodded in greeting. "It\'s good to see you\'re not hurt."

Samantha felt her lips twitch, but she somehow managed to calmly return their greetings despite being in her sleepwear. "Hey, you girls didn\'t have to bother so much. It doesn\'t even itch, let alone hurt. I\'m perfectly fine!"

In her heart, though, she couldn\'t help but pout. If these two hadn\'t been here, wouldn\'t her lovey-dovey time with her little sister continue?

Emilia grinned. "Nevermind that, big sis. Let\'s go to my room first, we\'re here on a mission!"

Emilia\'s \'brilliant\' plan had been, of course, to upgrade Samantha\'s promised \'back massage\' to a complete treatment — and that too with three \'experts\'!

The redhead quickly delegated their tasks according to their \'expertise\'. "Alright, so Crystal will be responsible for the scalp, Dixie will take care of the feet, and I\'ll handle everything else!"

Before Samantha knew it, her pajamas were already off, leaving her in nothing but white underwear as her little sister pushed her to the bed.

The older girl could feel herself blushing to the tip of her ears from being so unexpectedly exposed in front of \'outsiders\'. "T-There\'s really no need to go so far, y-you know, I-I\'m perfectly fine!"

Emilia chuckled as she rubbed the warm massage oil onto her palms. "Relax, big sis, I\'ll take care of everything."

Dixie and Crystal had been a little nervous at first upon seeing the bandages on the older girl\'s arm and thigh, but since Emilia would be the one handling it, they believed she would know how to take care of her older sister best.

Obviously, what Samantha had actually wanted wasn\'t a massage, but \'alone time\' with Emilia. Otherwise, what kind of professional masseuse could she not hire if she wanted to?

Perhaps sensing her dissatisfaction, Emilia tilted her head in confusion before something finally dawned on her.

That\'s right! If the room was so crowded, did Samantha think she wouldn\'t get the \'happy ending\' from the massage, or that it would be mediocre?

Needless to say, the redhead still believed that \'happy endings\' were an integral part of a good massage.

Emilia smiled. "Don\'t worry, big sis. I\'ll be sure you\'re happy at the end of it!"

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