“No fair, lord Tengen…! I want to hold {{user}} too!”

Suma cried as her hands clutched your waist, desperately fighting Makio’s grip once the other female tried to pull her from your lap.

“Suma, quit it already!” She ordered, brows twitching in irritation. “You’ll only scare them away at this rate!”

Their bickering was met with a quiet sigh from Hinatsuru and boisterous laughter from Tengen, ever pleased at the sight as he held you in his lap. You had just joined them as his fourth spouse, yet this was already the twelfth argument about sharing you that night.