Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

After Kaelira pulled out her so-called "bed"—which turned out to be nothing more than a basic sleeping bag—she threw it down right in the middle of the hall.

The house did have a bedroom, sure, but for whatever reason, she decided she was going to camp out in the common area like some kind of hobo.

I didn’t ask why.

She offered to share, and I blinked at the thing on the floor like it was a riddle.

The problem? She had one bag.

She caught my expression and clicked her tongue. "Ugh—what, you thought I carried an entire shop’s worth of sleeping bags on my back? I need one for myself, obviously. And this one’s comfy, okay? I don’t need anything else."

I waved a lazy hand. "Just say you’re broke. I won’t judge."

A vein bulged on her forehead. Her fists clenched, and for a second, I thought she was going to throw hands. Honestly, wouldn’t be the first time.

But I just raised an eyebrow. "C’mon, don’t be a child. Control your anger, princess. You sleep in your comfy bag, and I’ll take the bedroom."

I turned, already halfway to the door, when she grabbed my wrist.

"Hey... you don’t have a bed in there. It’s literally just an empty room. The floor’s hard and probably full of splinters. It’ll be uncomfortable," she said. Then, with a slightly awkward cough, she added, "How about you just... sleep with me?"

My eyes drifted toward the tiny sleeping bag again.