Chapter 24
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: After the Bathroom
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I woke up again around the time when the sun, high in the midday sky, was starting to set.
"Ugh... Wh-what─whoa."
The first thing I saw when I sat up was a mass of flesh—more precisely, Haruka's enormous breasts.
I realized just how blissful it was to wake up to massive tits right in front of your face. No, milk jugs worthy of the name.
Of course, I wasn't particularly hard or anything, but you know—that mental sense of calm and comfort.
"Takuya. Are you okay?"
While I was lost in those thoughts, Haruka looked at me with an expression full of deep remorse.
Well, in a way, it was only natural. I'd passed out after cumming in her arms, after all.
Honestly, I hadn't expected her to hug me that tightly.
Still, though.
"I'm fine. This is just another experience."
It wasn't bad at all. Passing out like that? I'd gone through it a few times back when I was hitting the gym hard, so it didn't faze me much. And fainting in a woman's breasts? That was a reward.
"Sorry..."
Of course, my words couldn't ease Haruka's guilt.
She probably took them as mere comforting words meant to alleviate her sense of responsibility.
But I meant it sincerely.
'Honestly, natural death in bed VS suffocating in a woman's tits—which would you pick? Obviously the latter, right?'
Not that I planned on dying, of course. But if it came down to it...
Anyway, to help Haruka shake off her guilt, I suggested a way she could make it up to me.
"Then wear the outfit I ask you to next time."
"Outfit?"
"Yeah, wear some clothes for me."
Haruka gave me a puzzled look at my words but soon nodded in agreement.
"If that's enough, sure..."
For the record, the outfit I wanted her to wear was a reverse bunny girl costume.
Why reverse bunny? A busty babe in a reverse bunny suit—who could resist that? You gay or something?!
'Yeah, maybe he is.'
I tempered my excitement with a PC mindset and an inclusive heart.
Simply put, I had a thing for reverse bunny girls.
Anyway, after sealing the verbal promise, Haruka and I chatted about everyday stuff for a bit.
We kept the conversation going for a while.
Creak.
In the middle of our talk, Haruka's mother opened the door and stepped into the room.
I was about to apologize for causing her trouble, but...
'Wait a sec. How did I even get here?'
Thinking about it, I'd passed out in the bathroom, so someone must have carried me here. Haruka's mom had to have seen it.
Which meant she knew about my relationship with Haruka.
Once that realization hit, I felt cold sweat trickling down my back.
'I don't wanna end up in juvie at my age.'
No, it was consensual. I hadn't done anything wrong.
Hell, I'd even pushed her away a few times at first.
As I mentally psyched myself up, Haruka's mother spoke to her.
"Haruka, could you run to the supermarket and grab some soy sauce?"
"Sure."
Haruka nodded obediently at her mother's words, which carried an oddly ominous vibe, and left the room.
And that meant...
'Oh boy...'
Haruka's mother and I were alone in the room.
The heavy silence choked me, but I clung to my composure.
Haruka's mother was the one who broke the silence first.
"Are you in that kind of relationship with my daughter?"
Straight for the jugular right out of the gate.
I answered without showing any panic.
"Yes, for now."
"So all those things you said earlier were because you saw her body..."
Her question made me snap back indignantly without thinking.
"Your daughter's talent is the real deal. With just a bit more proper training, she'll be the kind of prodigy people call a genius anywhere she goes."
At my heated response, Haruka's mother replied in an uncertain voice.
"Really... Does my daughter truly have that kind of talent...?"
The emotion in her voice wasn't doubt—it was guilt.
A profound one.
"Then... am I getting in the way of her talent...?"
I had no idea why Haruka's mother was saying that.
Guilt toward her daughter? Regret? It was an emotion I, who'd only met her once, could never fully grasp.
"I wouldn't know."
That's why I didn't pretend to be sure.
Nothing's more hypocritical than acting certain about what you don't understand.
But one thing I did know.
"What I can say is that Haruka trusts and relies on you deeply."
Haruka's default expression was stoic.
But around her mother, a gentleness shone through that stoicism.
When her mom hugged her, she'd hug back to steady her; when her mom cried, she'd fetch tissues or a handkerchief from nearby.
Those weren't actions you did for someone you disliked or distrusted.
"The way Haruka acts comes from all the love you've given her. So don't blame yourself too much."
I took her mother's hand firmly as I said it.
"You've done plenty well already, and you can keep doing so."
For a moment after my words, the room filled with soft sobs.
I just held her hand tight, listening.
How long did those quiet cries last?
"Sniff. Thank you."
Haruka's mother finally composed herself, flashing a puffy-eyed smile to lighten the mood.
"Haha. Come to think of it, I never introduced myself. I'm Suzuki Miharu."
"I'm Mori Takuya."
I smiled and introduced myself in return.
Miharu laughed heartily at that, then looked at me and said,
"Heehee. You know, Takuya-kun, you're surprisingly mature for your age."
Her words made me flinch inwardly.
I was acting and speaking beyond my years, after all.
'At least my body's adult-like...'
Otherwise, I'd just be a total kid acting old.
Even in my past life, people often called me an old soul for my overly serious demeanor at that age.
'Got too carried away.'
Mentally noting to watch myself next time, I asked Haruka's mother the most important question.
"So, about that thing I want to do with Haruka..."
"If Haruka's okay with it, then I'm fine too."
'Nice.'
With Miharu's ready permission, I continued our casual chat in high spirits.
Eventually, as it got time to head home, I said goodbye to Haruka—who'd returned from her errand—and made my way back.
But back at my house, I ran into an unexpected problem.
"Ta.ku.ya!! Why are you so late? Mom was worried sick!"
"Rebellion phase finally hitting?"
Oh right. Forgot to call Mom.
I got an earful after that.
Sob.
Two days later.
I heard from Souta, who was playing at the park, that his mom wanted me to come pick up the "item she left behind." With an evil grin, I headed to his house.
Arriving at Souta's place, I rang the doorbell casually and spoke into the intercom.
"I'm here!"
Miyuki replied over the intercom, [Wait just a sec~], and true to her word, she opened the door after a short wait.
Miyuki's outfit was utterly ordinary.
A thin sleeveless top and shorts to beat the summer heat—your standard summer wear.
But to me, nothing could be lewder.
And for good reason.
Squish~♥
"Knew it—you wore this to tempt me into groping, huh?"
"N-no, it's just hot... Ahh♥"
"Don't lie. A slut like you wouldn't pass up a chance like this."
Miyuki's intentions were crystal clear.
After indulging in the feel of her plump ass as she wished, Miyuki and I entered the house like it was no big deal.
Once the door shut and locked behind us, Miyuki immediately pulled me into a deep kiss.
Smack♥ Slurp♥ Mmmph♥
I chuckled inwardly at Miyuki devouring my tongue like a starving beast and returned the kiss.
After what felt like ages of making out, she finally came to her senses and got to the point.
"The money's in the shoe cabinet."
I opened the shoe cabinet door right next to us and checked inside.
There was a large gym bag—and that had to be it.
I approached the bag, unzipped it, and confirmed my suspicions.
Slinging the money-filled bag over my shoulder, I told Miyuki,
"I'll be right back. Wait just a bit."
"Eh? Can't we do it now...?"
"Gotta prepare."
At my words, Miyuki clung to me with obvious disappointment.
"When hubby's away, quick and dirty..."
"Heard from Souta he's on a business trip. Just wait a little."
She pouted cutely at my firm tone.
"Fiiine. Okay..."
Leaving the adorably sulking Miyuki behind, I headed straight out.
Now that I'd gathered all the money I needed, it was time to buy the goods.