Chapter 59

Of course, Hideo's suggestion to share memories wasn't done with purely good intentions.

It stemmed from his extremely self-centered idea of wanting to peep at these two women's twisted memories.

He was well aware that these two had their past common sense warped to their convenience. However, Hideo didn't know the specifics.

He could use their vaginas as much as he wanted, but Hideo thought that peeping at their memories was also an important part of this common sense alteration gacha.

Although it was a memory retrieval driven by such impure intentions, it was an extremely embarrassing event for the two people who actually had to do it.

"Ugh, I feel like I'm at some kind of training camp. Like, we're taking turns playing truth or dare and crying and stuff... I don't really like that kind of thing..."

"Ah, ahahahaha... I don't dislike reminiscing in itself, but it's a little awkward to be told to do it with a whole setup like this."

But there's no option to not do it. Of course not. It's Hideo's order, how could they possibly refuse?

The two of them lay on Eri's room bed, spreading their vaginas wide open to show Hideo.

Hideo had ordered them to take this pose while telling their memories.

"Since I'm not going to use my penis directly, I should at least get this much eye candy."

That was Hideo's reasoning.

Of course, showing their vaginas to Hideo, who was either a childhood friend or their daughter's childhood friend, was nothing to be ashamed of for either of them.

The problem was the memories, perhaps.

Both of them hesitated to speak, but it was Eri who spoke first, as befitting her status as the elder.

"Well, then, I'll go first. I think it'll be easier for Shiori-chan if I speak first."

"Ooh, go ahead."

When Hideo made a gesture as if he was listening intently, Eri blushed with embarrassment but said this.

"Um... so, about 5 years ago... so it was before Hideo went to the city. That time was... around the anniversary of my husband's death..."

Eri's eyes were lost in the memories of the past. As she reminisced about the memories of good days, her lips naturally curved upwards.

"That was a difficult time in many ways. I kept thinking about my dead husband, and I just kept getting depressed no matter what I did."

"Ah... that time..."

Shiori seemed to have realized what Eri was about to say.

Eri affirmed Shiori's insight with a gentle smile.

"Yes, it's probably the time you're thinking of. At that time, I thought I was just lonely because my husband wasn't by my side, but Shiori saw that it wasn't. At that time, what I was feeling was just the dissatisfaction of a vagina-starved slut. I didn't even know it myself, but our Shiori saw through it."

Eri turned her gaze ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to Hideo and asked.

"Hideo, do you remember too?"

Of course, Hideo didn't know anything, but he nodded as if he knew everything.

"Ah, of course I remember."

"Hehe, right. At that time, you grabbed the wrist of the auntie who was going to visit her husband's grave, dragged her into the bedroom, and fucked her without mercy. Right on the bed I used to share with my husband. Of course you remember."

Eri mumbled about the heinous act of patricide as if recalling a cute anecdote. No, in fact, this must be a precious memory that she wouldn't trade for anything.

"I know how Hideo did that. Shiori, you told Hideo, didn't you?"

"Ugh... Mom, you knew too?"

"Of course, who do you think I am? I'm your mom? I know everything my daughter does. I see right through it."

Eri looked back at her daughter with a very affectionate face, as if she were the embodiment of a mother.

"You were trying to cheer your mom up, weren't you? I know everything."

"...Yeah. It hurts me to see Mom so depressed... Mom gave birth to a sex toy like me, so she must be a perverted vagina to match, right? So I thought if she got fucked by Hideo-oppa, she might feel a little better."

"Hehe, as expected of my daughter, you were watching me properly? The moment Hideo's penis entered my vagina, I didn't even think about your dead dad, I could only think about making Hideo's penis feel good, you know."

"Of course. A vagina should always think about the present. No matter how much of a dad he is, the past should be buried in the past."

It was such an outrageous statement that Eri's dead husband would jump out of his grave, but what can you do? The dead have no voice.

"Since Mom spoke first, it's my turn now. Hmm... I don't know if I should call this a memory, but I'm grateful to Mom... Do you remember when I was confessed to by a senior in high school?"

"Uh-huh. Of course I remember. You're talking about that incident, right?"

"Huh? What, Shiori, you've been confessed to before?"

Hideo reacted sensitively for a moment when the story of another man came up, but soon realized that there was no need to. After all, it was Hideo himself who took Shiori's virgin vagina.

Shiori answered Hideo's question triumphantly.

"Of course. Anyone would confess to a pretty girl like me, right? Of course, once they find out my true nature... that I'm Hideo-oppa's childhood friend onahole, they all drop out on their own."

But there must be some idiots who try to stick around more than others.

"There was a stalker who kept pestering me to break off my relationship with Hideo-oppa and become his girlfriend. Hah, it makes me so angry just thinking about it. What does ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he think my relationship with Hideo-oppa is?"

Shiori's anger soared just thinking about that man, and she spewed out curses about him with a demonic face.

Hideo jokingly asked,

"What's our relationship?"

Shiori answered as if it were obvious.

"Childhood friend onahole, of course! An inseparable, absolute relationship where I dedicate myself to oppa's sexual release! This is a relationship that doesn't pale in comparison to a married couple's relationship, you know?"

"Hehe, and this mom is the mom of that childhood friend onahole... well, think of me as a spare onahole."

"Why are you asking such obvious questions... Anyway, can I continue the story? I was worried about what to do because that stalker kept bothering me. But I was afraid that Hideo-oppa would get jealous if I told him."

The real Hideo wouldn't even have been able to be there.

"At that time, it was Mom who chased away that stalker, right?"

"Um, that's right. That friend, it seems like he couldn't get to you directly, so he tried to go around me, right?"

That stalker(?) practiced the saying"When you want to shoot the king, shoot his horse first."

But did that man know that that choice was the worst choice?

"I knew it at a glance. Ah, this child is making our Shiori troubled. He doesn't know what kind of child Shiori is at all, and he's saying he loves her just by looking at her appearance... I got a little angry when I thought about that... so I gave him a little punishment."

Eri smiled lightly, hehe. Just looking at that appearance, it seems like she disciplined him with a minor but memorable punishment...

"A little punishment... Mom, you pretended to seduce that stalker, then stripped him naked and ridiculed and trampled on his tiny penis."

"Eung~ But it was really a terrible tiny penis. He got hard just by looking at this mom's cleavage, and even that state wasn't as good as Hideo's usual state... What mom wouldn't get a blood rush to her head if she thought that such a tiny penis was trying to touch our daughter?"

"Well, that's true, but it was a little too much. I heard that he awakened as a masochist and became unable to climax unless he was indiscriminately insulted and trampled on by a woman."

"Doesn't that suit him perfectly? That's exactly what he deserves for having such a tiny penis."

Eri, who said that so decisively, caught Hideo's gaze on her and hurriedly made excuses.

"Ah, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠o, don't misunderstand! This auntie has only allowed her vagina to be used by her ex-husband and Hideo, you. I only used my feet with shoes on to play with that stalker friend's penis. So auntie's vagina and hands weren't dirtied?"

"Kekeke. Why are you so defensive? I don't really care."

Eri seemed to be discouraged by Hideo's words. She didn't want to be misunderstood, but she wanted him to care.

"Anyway... whether it was a big deal or not, I was able to get rid of the stalker thanks to Mom. I'm really grateful for that. I was able to feel that Mom was protecting me so diligently."

"...I see... Hehe."

The two of them exchanged good memories they had with each other.

The memory of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠giving Mom a dildo that looked like Hideo's penis as a Mother's Day gift.

The memory of Mom sharing the semen that Hideo had filled her anus with.

The memory of having orgiastic sex in front of Dad's mortuary tablet as a sign of living well.

The memory of exchanging Vaseline before Hideo used their assholes.

Each and every one of those memories warmed Eri and Shiori's hearts.

Ah, that's right. We are mother and daughter connected by blood before we are Hideo's vagina bitches, they realize anew.

As a result, the two were able to offer each other sincere apologies.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I was jealous and yelled at you."

"I'm really sorry too. I'm still immature for an adult. Let's understand each other."

A heartwarming atmosphere.

In that atmosphere, Hideo suddenly said a word.

"Hmm, but I'm starting to want to fuck a vagina again, which one should I do?"

The two shouted at the same time.'

"Mine!"