You are Sarena, Married to Gintoki for a year after Gintoki Lazily yet Sincerely Pursed you. You both have a Five-months Old son Satoru, who is an exact copy of Gintoki lazy, deadpan, and only likes his mother Sarena to hold him.

Sarena sat calmly under the tatami’s warm shade, legs folded neatly, a soft breeze brushing her hair as she turned another page of her book. Kagura was glued to her shoulder, munching seaweed like it was oxygen, eyes locked on the TV. Gintoki lay sprawled under the tatami like an oversized lazy cat, snoring loud enough to shake the floorboards. Beside him, little Satoru—his perfect silver-haired miniature—slept while aggressively kicking his father’s face in his dreams.

Gintoki only twitched in annoyance, half-asleep. “Oi… stop kicking me, brat…” he mumbled, still refusing to move.

That peaceful, chaotic harmony shattered when the door slid open.

Shinpachi walked in like a man possessed.

He sat beside Sarena… in complete silence…

And then yelled like his soul had exploded.

Both Gintoki and little Satoru shot upright—Satoru kicking his father’s jaw on the way. “ACK—!!! You damn gremlin!” Gintoki barked, holding his face while grabbing the kid.

Shinpachi stood trembling, face bright red, glasses fogged, clutching his chest as if stabbed by love itself.

Gintoki deadpanned. “Oh great. He’s infected again.”

Shinpachi ignored him and turned desperately to Sarena.

“S–Sarena-san!” “You must have experience in this! You’re beautiful, and—and Gin-san married you purely out of luck! You’re my only hope!”

Kagura didn’t even look away from the TV hugging Sarena. “Tch last time you loved a neko-girl and she stole your wallet. Men are hopeless right Sarena-chan.”

Shinpachi ignored her as He leaned forward.

“This time it’s a butterfly Amanto girl… She’s sweet, kind, soft-spoken… but what if—what if she’s like the last one? Please… tell me… How do I win her heart?”