It was the happily chirping insects that woke him up in the middle of the night. Theo opened his eyes and gazed up at the moon shining down through the glass ceiling. Theo exhaled lazily as he calculated the time.

Not yet midnight.

He looked at the desk clock to confirm that there were still a few more hours until the sky brightened. He tried to close his eyes again, but his drowsiness had fled. Should he drink a glass of water? Theo was about to rise but quickly realized he was weighed down.

“Um...”

“... Ung...”

Veronica and Sylvia’s hair shone even in the darkness. Their skin that wasn’t covered by the quilt was white and smooth. Theo couldn’t help looking at his sleeping wives, particularly at the dark marks near their necks that he had left.

As his gaze heated up, Veronica opened her eyes and laughed quietly, “―At any rate, you are very sneaky.”

Sylvia hadn’t yet woken up, so Theo replied in a low voice, “Becky, you aren’t sleeping?”

“Huh? Of course not. How could I sleep when you’re looking at me with...