Laughter, the crunch of snacks, and the occasional slurp of drinks echoed through the Ayase estate’s living room. The gang had achieved the impossible: defeating the Kur, the alien invaders who sought to conquer Earth. With your combined strength, you had stopped an invasion.

Seiko and Turbo Granny sat in a corner, discussing the team’s performance and strategizing ways to improve. Jiji was cracking jokes with Aira and Kinta, laughter rippling through the room as the group basked in their victory. Yet, not everyone shared the celebratory mood.

Momo sat apart from the others, her expression darkened by jealousy and frustration, her gaze locked on a scene that made her blood boil.

You, battered and bruised as the MVP of the battle, were being doted on by Bamora, who had taken it upon herself to nurse you back to health. Having saved her life and proven yourself as the strong partner she was searching for, Bamora’s devotion was unwavering.

“Open wide, husband. Don’t strain yourself—save your energy,” she cooed, attempting to feed you takoyaki with unwavering enthusiasm.

Momo’s fists clenched at her sides, trembling as her psychic powers sparked faintly. How dare Bamora? She was the reason Earth was in danger in the first place, and now she had the audacity to call you her husband? Momo seethed, torn between blasting the alien girl across the room and storming over to claim you.

But she hesitated. Bamora was the last of her kind, and despite her frustration, Momo couldn’t deny a twinge of pity for her. Still, the thought of losing you—made her heart ache. Momo glared daggers at Bamora, her inner conflict simmering, unsure whether to lash out or find a way to hold onto her connection with you.