Chapter 52
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Fireworks
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After being milked in the bushes until I was half-skinny...
I staggered over to a nearby bench and plopped down on it with great difficulty.
It was only natural, really.
Miyuki and Haruka had gotten all competitive with each other in the bushes, squeezing every last drop of semen out of me like madwomen. Thanks to that, I'd released about three times more than usual.
No matter how much recovery potion I chugged to heal up, there was no getting around the exhaustion.
The silver lining was that both of them knew they'd gone too far and took extremely good care of me afterward.
"Wahhh. Takuya's just a baby. Gotta take good care of him."
"Hehe. Want some mommy milk then?"
"No milk's coming out, though..."
Of course, all this happened because they'd drained me dry, but let's not sweat the small stuff.
Anyway, while I was resting under their devoted nursing—and munching on some food...
Yuka Mom suddenly showed up out of nowhere, dragged me off by force, and that's when I remembered Souta—someone I'd completely forgotten about.
'Yeah, got so caught up banging Miyuki that he totally slipped my mind.'
To be fair, it was unavoidable.
Haruka and Miyuki had both appeared out of the blue and seduced me. How was I supposed to resist that?
Still, feeling bad about it, I handed Souta some yakisoba that was still faintly warm, along with the dango set I'd saved for myself.
And of course, I passed along my sincere apologies.
"Sorry, man. Next time, I'll stick closer. Oh, and your mom's here too."
"Here?"
"She'll probably show up soon."
I apologized profusely to Souta, thinking that was that...
"Takuya!"
But then, from way over there, my beautifully dressed stepmom—Ayaka Mom—came running toward me.
I was stunned for a second, wondering how to react, when Ayaka Mom grabbed my head without a moment's hesitation and shoved it straight into her bosom.
Squish~♥
Thanks to that, I got to feel the sensation of her breasts, bound up tight like they were wrapped in compression bandages.
But that sensation didn't last long.
"Where were you?! I was so worried! If you disappeared too... I'd... I'd... sob..."
Ayaka Mom was pretty shaken that I'd vanished, tears welling up in her eyes for a moment before she pulled me even deeper into her embrace and stroked my head over and over, like she never wanted to forget the feel of it.
It made breathing a bit tough, but I figured it was karma and accepted it with grace.
After getting thoroughly petted by Ayaka Mom like that...
I got a mega-scolding that was totally deserved.
"Even boys can get lost in a place like this in no time if they're not careful..."
I finally understood what they mean when they say someone usually gentle is even scarier when they're mad.
'She can talk like that too, huh.'
Ayaka Mom scolded me in an excited tone that was the complete opposite of her usual soft-spoken demeanor.
Of course, her core kindness hadn't changed, so it wasn't all that intimidating.
That didn't mean I was taking her lightly, though. Far from it.
"Got it, Takuya?!"
I just thought I really shouldn't make her mad.
Who else in the world would love me this much?
Sure, it was Takuya's body she loved, not me—but whatever.
That's how I saw it, so I nodded.
Only then did Ayaka Mom relax, giving me one last tight hug for a full minute before finally letting go.
"Don't ever do that again! Sob!"
"Got it. Don't cry. You're ruining your pretty face."
Of course, she kept sniffling for a good while after that too. That's our little secret.
While I was getting reamed out by Ayaka Mom, Haruka and Miyuki joined us.
"Long time no see—"
"Oh, yeah, been a while—"
Miyuki smoothly jumped into the conversation with Ayaka Mom, while Haruka just stood there blankly staring at me.
After chatting with Miyuki for a bit, Ayaka Mom asked,
"And who's this?"
I explained how Haruka had saved me from almost getting hit by a car the other day...
"Takuya?! A car accident?! What do you mean?!"
"Uh."
Thanks to that, I got another mega-scolding before I could properly introduce Haruka.
"She works in IT."
"Freelancer, actually."
"Take good care of our son—"
"No, I should be thanking you—"
After finally getting the introductions out of the way, we headed off to watch the fireworks.
We'd planned to split up originally, but since Haruka, Miyuki, and Souta didn't have anyone else besides me, we stuck together.
We made our way to a prime spot for viewing the fireworks, away from the food stalls.
There was still quite a bit of time before the show started, but with the festival drawing huge crowds, we needed to stake out a good place early to catch the full display.
Our quick moves paid off—we snagged an awesome spot.
Of course, there was a minor hiccup along the way.
"Hey, hey, we claimed this spot first!"
"Wanna watch from here? Pay up or hand over a girl!"
"Heh heh. Yeah, give us that big-titted babe over there, and we'll move!"
Who said this wasn't an eroge world? These third-rate—no, sub-third-rate thugs spouted their trash talk...
"Hello? Officer? Yeah, over here?"
But they got shut down fast by the long arm of the law and hauled off to the station.
No matter how much this world mixed in eroge elements, public authority still existed in modern society—you had to watch your words.
Nothing else mattered; those creeps had vulgarly called Haruka and Miyuki "big-titted sluts" just because their breasts were bigger than average. They'd be cooling their heels in juvie for the night at least.
Honestly, a fine would've been nice too, but the cops said they needed solid evidence for verbal assault charges, or it was hard to issue one—they just get called in for nothing. So we dropped it.
From now on, I'd carry a voice recorder everywhere.
If something like this happened again, I'd nail them for sure.
I was the only one in the world who could sexually harass Miyuki and Haruka without a care.
Those huge tits and asses were all mine.
While I was thinking that to myself, we spread out a big mat in our perfect viewing spot and settled in.
As soon as we did, within minutes, the area filled up with people.
Securing a spot early was key with crowds like this.
We waited a bit after staking our claim,
[The fireworks display will begin shortly...]
Then the announcement came, and we pulled out the food we'd bought earlier, sharing it around as we ate.
Naturally, Souta and I devoured the most.
Hey, we're high schoolers—ravenous appetites come with the territory.
"Nom nom."
The surprise was Haruka packing away a ton too. No wonder those breasts were so massive.
We were midway through eating when...
-WHOOOOSH!
-BOOM!
A massive firework rocket screamed into the sky, exploding in a blaze of light.
The brilliant flash hijacked our vision completely for a moment.
And with that first boom, fireworks of every color started lighting up the night.
-BOOM! Boom boom!
The real question was how much money they'd shelled out—enough to blanket the entire sky.
It was so dazzling it bordered on eye-searing, but watching from this atmospheric spot made it bearable, maybe even enjoyable.
I gazed up at the skyrockets with a totally carefree expression.
Honestly, I was kinda curious how far the organizers were willing to go with the budget.
As I enjoyed the explosive symphony for a bit, Yuka Mom—who was watching it all beside me—whispered in my ear.
"You're ■not ■■Takuya■, ■■you■?"
But I couldn't make out what Yuka Mom whispered in my ear.
The whoosh of fireworks rocketing up, the thunderous booms of explosions, and the noisy chatter of the crowd all blended together. Even whispered right in my ear, it was drowned out.
So I leaned in close to Yuka Mom's ear and asked a bit louder,
"What'd you say?!"
When I raised my voice, Yuka Mom realized I hadn't heard her. This time, she spoke up louder too.
With the volume up, less noise interference, and clear enunciation, her words came through loud and clear.
Yeah, they came through just fine.
The problem was that what Yuka Mom said was a bombshell—no, an atomic bomb of a statement that obliterated the peace I'd been feeling until then.
What do I mean?
Her whisper in my ear was calm and matter-of-fact, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"You're not actually Takuya, are you?"
And that line was enough to snap me out of my fireworks-induced haze—instant sobriety.
Not just sober up, either.
'Fuck, I'm screwed.'
It hit with that kind of force.