Harem Stealing System

After Eiden had left the house, deliberately avoiding Sasha's questions, she stood at the doorway for a moment, her eyes following his retreating back until he vanished down the street. A faint sigh left her lips, and she turned toward the stairs. Her movements were unhurried, the faint sound of her slippers tapping softly against the wooden steps. She made her way up and into the guest room though, at this point, it had become almost entirely her personal space.

Pushing the door open, she was greeted by the familiar sight: neatly arranged furniture, faint traces of her favorite perfume lingering in the air, and sunlight slipping through the curtains to paint warm patches on the floor. She closed the door behind her and began changing into something more comfortable, letting the snug clothes she had been wearing slide away in exchange for loose, soft fabric that felt cool against her skin.

She stepped toward the cupboard, swinging it open to browse through the outfits she kept here. Her fingers brushed against hangers as her eyes moved from one garment to another.

"Hmm… I can't find that outfit," she murmured to herself, a small crease forming between her brows. "Maybe it's back at the house." She tapped her chin in thought. "Should I just buy another one exactly like it for here too?"

After a moment of indecision, she shrugged lightly and moved on. She reached for her wallet, flipping it open to check the contents. "I'll get some cash from the house later," she thought absently. Then she shifted to the wardrobe where she kept her makeup and other essentials. Bottles, small containers, and a few brushes were neatly lined up, but it had been quite some time since she'd properly gone through them.

Sasha wasn't the type to let things sit unused for too long, yet she realized now that she hadn't replaced or renewed many of the items here in weeks maybe even months. Since she almost lived here as much as at her own house, she felt the need to check her supplies from time to time.

She began inspecting everything, picking up a tube of lipstick and twisting it up to see how much remained, checking the labels on skincare bottles, opening compact cases to check the powder inside. She mentally listed the items that were almost finished or already empty: a bottle of toner, a particular blush she liked, a few hair ties that had stretched out too much. When she was satisfied with her list, she closed the wardrobe doors with a soft click and headed back downstairs.

As she reached the bottom step, her phone began to ring, the familiar sound pulling her attention. She glanced at the screen it was Crysty. Sasha swiped to answer. "Hello," she greeted. "Hey, Sasha, where are you?" came Crysty's voice on the other end, casual but curious. "Are you at my house?" Sasha asked.

"No, I'm outside the gate," Crysty replied. "But Mr. Glaint, the gatekeeper, told me you weren't back yet and that you might be at Eiden's house. Are you?"

"Yes, come over," Sasha answered without hesitation. "Okay," Crysty said before hanging up. Crysty then turned left from the gate and walked straight down the familiar path, the sound of her shoes tapping lightly against the ground. She had been to Eiden's house before, having tagged along with Sasha on a few visits in the past, so she didn't need directions.

Meanwhile, Sasha remained in the guest room for a bit, tidying up. She fluffed the pillows on the bed, straightened the small desk near the window, and brushed away a faint layer of dust from the surface of a shelf. The faint hum of the city outside was muted here, replaced by the quiet rustle of her movements.

It wasn't long before the sound of the doorbell rang through the air. Ding dong! Sasha's head lifted immediately. "Coming!" she called, hurrying down the stairs. Her steps were light but quick, her hair swaying behind her. She unlocked the door and opened it, finding Crysty standing there. "Come in," Sasha said, stepping aside with a small smile. "Is there something?"

Crysty stepped inside, glancing around briefly before replying. "I thought you told me yesterday that you wanted to go shopping for some of your necessities here." Sasha blinked, memory dawning on her. "Ohh, yeah! I totally forgot I told you that. I'm sorry let me change real quick." Without waiting for a response, she rushed upstairs, muttering to herself, "I just changed a moment ago."

Left alone in the living room, Crysty moved toward the couch. She lowered herself onto it, letting her gaze drift across the room. She had been to the front of the house before, but never really inside, so she took the moment to quietly observe taking in the neatness, the faint scent of citrus and lavender, and the way sunlight filtered through the curtains.

Upstairs, Sasha quickly changed into something suitable for going out a light blouse and fitted jeans, paired with comfortable shoes. She checked herself briefly in the mirror, smoothing down her hair before heading back downstairs.

"Are you thirsty?" Sasha asked once she reached the bottom. "Yes, I kinda am," Crysty admitted with a small nod. Sasha made her way to the kitchen, her footsteps soft against the tiled floor. Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out a chilled bottle of juice, poured it into a clear glass, and returned to the living room. She handed it to Crysty with a small smile.

Crysty accepted it with a word of thanks, her fingers curling around the cool glass. She took a sip, then glanced around. "I don't see Eiden. Is he not home?" Sasha shook her head lightly. "Yes, he went out some time ago."

Crysty nodded and took another sip, but then her fingers slipped slightly against the condensation on the glass. The cold, slick surface betrayed her grip, and in an instant, the cup tilted, spilling the remaining juice onto her lap and the front of her shirt.

The sudden splash made her gasp, and Sasha's eyes widened. "Ohh!" she exclaimed, quickly moving toward the kitchen again.

"You can be clumsy sometimes," Sasha said as she pulled open a drawer and grabbed a towel. Crysty gave an awkward smile, dabbing at the mess but clearly aware that the sticky juice had already seeped through the fabric. "I don't think a towel could wipe it off… I can feel it sticking already."

"Of course it's sticky it's juice, and a natural-made one at that," Sasha replied, placing her hands on her waist. "You'll have to take a bath if you don't want to walk around feeling gross."

She gestured toward the hallway. "I have clothes here you can wear come on." Crysty hesitated only briefly before nodding. She followed Sasha toward the bathroom, the faint squelch of her damp clothes accompanying her steps. Sasha opened the bathroom door, gesturing for her to step inside. "You can use everything here towels are in the cabinet, shampoo and body wash are on the shelf. I'll find you something to wear."

"Thanks," Crysty said, her voice carrying both gratitude and mild embarrassment. As Crysty disappeared behind the door, Sasha turned her attention to the washing machine. She carried the damp, stained clothes from the hallway, carefully placing them inside before starting the wash cycle. The faint hum of the machine filled the air as she left the laundry room.

She then headed upstairs once more, pulling open the wardrobe in her room and browsing through clothes that might fit Crysty. Her fingers trailed over the fabrics, pausing here and there as she considered style and size. She wanted something comfortable but still presentable for going out something that would suit Crysty's frame without being too loose or too tight.

The soft light from the window spilled across the bed as Sasha laid out a couple of options, still debating which one Crysty might prefer when she finished her bath.