Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Memory (2)
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I had a dream.
[Ma! ■■■─]
A dream containing one person's entire life.
[A■■ ■work ■■■!]
A long dream, that is.
[You like■■ ■■■■─]
Immense pain struck my brain.
"Hah... hah..."
I had clearly gone through that bizarre experience of swirling cement in the same color, and afterward, I finally came back to my senses.
"Urp!"
Correction. I hadn't fully regained my senses. I could just barely prop my body up.
My stomach felt awful.
Fortunately, since Takuya hadn't eaten anything before I possessed him, I only dry-heaved a few times.
I finally came to my senses nearby.
"Ughhhh..."
Anyway, I pulled myself together.
After regaining my wits, I figured out why I had collapsed.
The reason was obvious: the [Takuya's Memory] that came as a reward. That had to be it.
'From the start, what I saw was all about Takuya anyway.'
The memories I'd seen when I blacked out just now were all from Takuya's life.
To be precise, up until the moment I possessed him.
Thanks to that, I now knew Takuya's home address. So, that was a silver lining, I guess.
Or not.
'Should I curse whoever possessed me into such a dumpster-fire family?'
Based on the memories I'd seen, Takuya hadn't lived a normal life either.
Not as bad as mine, but still.
"Phew. Whatever. I'll find out when I get there."
With that thought, I pressed the close button in the corner of one of the screens I'd seen earlier.
As long as it wasn't a "life end" button, it was easy enough to figure out what it was.
The screen vanished.
Caw—caw—caw—
"What's up, Takuya? Why'd you stop suddenly?"
The world started moving again.
Stunned by the miraculous sight, I stared blankly for a moment before Souta's puzzled question snapped me out of it.
"It's nothing. More importantly, let's hurry to the vacant lot and play."
"Yeah!"
At my words, Souta grabbed my arm and took off running.
I was surprised by his unexpectedly fast pace, but soon we arrived at the vacant lot near Takuya's and Souta's houses. Souta, not even out of breath, grinned brightly.
"We're here! Let's play, Takuya!"
"Yeah..."
I wasn't tired either, but for him to run that fast without showing a hint of fatigue...
Watching him, I felt a vitality I could never have sensed from my old, decaying body before possession.
'Impressive indeed.'
Is this the protagonist's privilege? Even in an NTR game.
Anyway, we arrived at the lot and started having fun.
Tag (surprisingly just the two of us), building sandcastles out of dirt, rock-paper-scissors, and so on.
We spent time on those classic childhood games I'd played long ago.
And through it all, I understood why adults compared young people's stamina to an arc reactor.
I didn't get tired.
No. Precisely, I did get tired, but the urge to keep playing kept pushing my body onward.
While I inwardly marveled at the terror of this rejuvenated body, we finished our fifth round of tag and took a break. Souta spoke up.
"By the way, Takuya. I heard the neighboring town is holding a big tournament."
"What kind of tournament?"
"Yeah! Some kind of game tournament, I think?"
A game tournament?
As I made a puzzled face, Souta continued.
"I think it was some fighting game?"
"A fighting game?"
Fighting games, or "fighters" for short, were a traditional genre passed down through the ages.
Humans naturally get a thrill from watching others fight.
And fighters maximized that stimulation.
'I used to play them a lot back in the day.'
I'd played them too, climbed pretty high, hit a wall, and quit.
As I reminisced about fighters for a moment, wondering why such an event existed, I recalled another feature from the Lewd Mama series.
'Come to think of it, Lewd Mama had a bunch of minigames, right?'
Minigames embedded right in the game.
Oddly enough, the Lewd Mama series had a ton of them.
According to some wiki I'd seen, the previous games got flak for lacking gameplay, so they packed Lewd Mama with minigames to prove they cared about it.
There were so many that people joked you played the minigames, not to jerk off.
Each round gave pocket change, but clearing them all would net a nice sum.
Thanks to Souta, I'd remembered some good info.
"Thanks."
Not getting my gratitude, Souta just looked puzzled.
"Huh? For what?"
"Nothing. Since you mentioned it, wanna enter the tournament together?"
"For real?!"
"Yeah. We can practice together too."
Souta's face lit up at my words. He grabbed my hand.
"Then let's practice at my house!"
"At your place?"
Souta nodded.
"Yeah! They have the series for the tournament there. Plus, Mom said she'd make something tasty next time you come over."
"Really?"
My eyes gleamed at that.
I'd been wondering how to advance things with Miyuki—no, Miyuki herself. Perfect timing.
Use this as an excuse to get closer.
'Thanks to playing Lewd Mama, I know exactly how to conquer her.'
Conquering Miyuki wasn't hard to begin with.
Lewd Mama's story wasn't about the conquest—it was what came after.
I nodded at Souta.
"Then I have to come! This Sunday okay?"
"Got it! I'll tell Mom you're coming Sunday! You better show up!"
Hiding my gleaming lust behind a bright smile, I replied to Souta.
"Of course."
I have to fuck your mom, after all.
Swallowing the last part, I chatted with Souta a bit longer before parting ways.
Step. Step. Step.
After parting with Souta following some casual chat, I was extremely tense right now.
I had every reason to be.
The nameplate on the two-story house right in front of me made it obvious.
[Mori Family]
To be more precise, Takuya's family name was Mori.
Get it now?
I'd arrived at Takuya's house.
I'd already seen the family in Takuya's memories, but I couldn't help being nervous.
From the moment of possession until realizing this body had parents...
I'd felt pangs of conscience.
After all, in a way, I'd stolen a child's body from his parents.
Even I felt some guilt over taking their son.
What about stealing Miyuki?
Leaving a woman with that body untouched would be the real crime.
Anyway, I was wracked with guilt.
But what could I do? I didn't possess this body by choice, and I couldn't exactly give it back.
So instead of guilt over stolen son, I reframed it as karma for stealing someone else's mom.
Trashy thinking, but unavoidable.
It was way better for my mental health.
I steadied my breathing and relaxed.
'Phew... calm down. Calm. Did I commit a crime? I just went out to play.'
Brainwashing myself like that, I opened the door and stepped into the entryway.
-Slide.
The door opened far too easily.
For some reason, it wasn't a metal gate or keyed wooden door—just a sliding one that opened with a push.
As I hesitated at how easy it was...
Entering the house, a familiar yet nostalgic food aroma wafted from the kitchen somewhere, while the living room TV broadcast lightweight comedian laughter piercing my senses.
In neither a loud nor quiet voice, I called out into the house.
"I'm home."
At my voice, sounds came from the kitchen and living room—someone approaching.
The kitchen one emerged first.
A woman who looked tall for a Japanese, radiating maternal warmth and kindness from her whole body, came out apron-clad with a ladle, greeting me with a gentle smile.
"Oh, welcome home."
"I'm home, Mom."
Her name was Mori Ayaka, my mom.
As I started to say something to her, another person emerged from the living room.
"Y-You're back."
The one from the living room was also tall, with a glamorous figure not quite matching Ayaka's but healthy tanned skin and a refreshing impression. Her name: Sakuragi Yuka.
"Yeah, Mom."
My other mom.
.....
What does that mean?
No need to overthink.
This guy Takuya simply had two moms. That's all.
Looking at my two moms greeting me, I recalled a famous line from some game anime.
'Must be nice having two moms.'
What a chaotic family environment.