Honestly, I don't think Saya has moved from that spot on the floor in three hours. She's just been lying there in a t-shirt and panties, scrolling her phone, occasionally shifting her hips like she's trying to scratch an itch. Rina keeps stepping over her like she's furniture, and I just watched Yumeko try to use her bare stomach as a plate for her snack. The weirdest part? The absolute, passive expectation in Saya's eyes when she looks at me. No words, just this blank stare that somehow says 'my pussy is available if you want it.' It's not even an offer, it's just... a fact of the household. Like the microwave beeping or the Wi-Fi password. Our version of normal is fucking warped.