Chapter 92
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: A Saturday Date with Yung (1)
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A week had passed since Takuya got stranded with Ayaka's mother.
So, what was the state of things between him and Ayaka's mother during that time?
"Ah~ang♥"
"Ang~"
At first glance, it sure didn't look like a normal mother-son relationship.
What kind of mother in the world would feed her son while pressing her breasts right up against him?
'Yeah, that's me~'
Thanks to that, mealtimes were filled with a mix of pleasure and anxiety.
Why feel anxious when a beautiful mother is feeding you right next to you?
Well...
"Ayaka, Takuya, aren't you two sitting a bit too close?"
Across from us, Yuka's mother was staring at me with deep suspicion. How could I not feel anxious?
If our relationship ever got found out, she'd probably be pretty shocked.
'And then there's the stuff about the Takuya before possession.'
That's why I felt uneasy.
But in the end...
"Ah~ang♥"
"Ah, ang~"
I couldn't resist Ayaka's mother.
No, honestly—who would turn down food fed by a busty, perverted beauty mom? You gay or something?
Anyway, for those reasons, I eagerly ate the food Ayaka's mother spoon-fed me while enduring Yuka's mother's suspicious glares.
So, their relationship had advanced far beyond just mother and son.
'Honestly, there are still some lingering doubts.'
But I decided not to dig into it.
No one in the world is without secrets. And I was hiding my own, after all.
So I chose to let whatever Ayaka's mother was hiding slide.
After finishing breakfast like that, I hurriedly got ready for school.
I'd been so distracted by Ayaka's mother feeding me that I was on the verge of being late.
I wolfed down the rest of my food and dashed to school.
Luckily, with my smaller body, I was nimble enough that it didn't take long.
"Hoo! Safe!"
"Takuya, you're here?"
"H-hi, Takuya..."
"Hey, Souta. Good morning, Momiji."
I entered the classroom, greeted by Souta—who'd somehow gotten cuter lately (no idea why)—and Momiji with her adorable hairpin.
After setting my bag down at my seat, I complimented Momiji's cute hairpin.
Compliments never hurt, after all.
"Momiji, nice hairpin. It's cute."
"R-really? Hehe, th-thank you!"
"Yeah. It suits you well."
Not long after I started praising Momiji's hairpin, the bell rang, and we settled in for class.
'Ugh, this is so freaking boring.'
Maybe because I'd been far from studious before the possession, but classes were genuinely dull.
Or maybe the teacher's soft, gentle tone was just making me sleepy.
Either way, as I sat through the lesson feeling stiff and listless, I stretched and happened to glance out the window.
And what I saw outside made me jump a little.
For good reason.
'Were there always that many crows in our neighborhood?'
A huge flock of crows was swarming outside the window.
Not just one or two—nearly twenty of them.
Stunned by the sight, I nudged Souta and pointed outside.
"Hey, Souta, check that out. Crows."
"Huh? Where?"
"Right there."
"I don't see anything?"
"What?"
When I looked back, the massive flock of crows from moments ago had vanished completely.
'What the? Was it a dream?'
For a second, I wondered if boredom had caused a hallucination, but I was sure I'd seen crow feathers.
They were definitely there.
But now they were gone.
'What's going on? Could it be a yokai?'
The eerie event made me suspect something supernatural, but I quickly shook it off.
'Yuki-onna said I can't see yokai without spiritual power unless it's a special case like a one-armed ghost. Must've been my imagination.'
Looked like it really was a hallucination.
'Gotta tell Ayaka's mom to cut back on her nighttime visits.'
As a bonus, I made a mental note to ask Ayaka's mother—the semen thief who sneaks in every night just to drain me—to ease up. That wrapped up my thoughts on it.
—Caw!
Of course, Takuya's hunch was spot on.
"Hng, you noticed, huh. Guess I watched too long."
Unfortunately, it would take a bit more time before he learned that.
On the way home after school.
Souta had academy today, so he left early. It was just me and Momiji, so we walked home together.
More precisely, I was teasing her with snacks as usual.
"Here, Momiji, try this."
"C-can I? It looks e-expensive..."
"It's fine. My mom got it."
Souta's mom, technically.
But a mom's a mom, right? Dig in~
Momiji nodded at my words and happily stuffed the snack I'd given her into her mouth.
Kids really are prettiest when they smile.
We'd been walking like that, me handing her various treats, when I spotted a man staggering toward us from afar like he was drunk.
Normally, I'd just sneer at trash drinking this early and move on, but I couldn't this time.
And here's why.
-Thud.
"T-Takuya..."
Momiji, who had been beaming happily beside me, was now trembling in terror.
That set off alarm bells.
She'd always seemed timid, but I'd never seen her shake like this.
So I whispered softly,
"Who's that?"
Her unexpected answer stunned me.
"M-my dad."
Well, yeah—shaking like that upon seeing her dad? It was bound to raise questions.
And one possibility sprang to mind.
'No way... domestic violence?'
With a sinking feeling, I waited for the man to approach. As he got closer to us, he seemed to recognize Momiji.
The man—no, a middle-aged guy reeking of booze and looking furious—glared briefly at Momiji.
Then, as if she were beneath notice, he looked away and pulled out his phone to call someone.
"Hey, hey! Lend me 10,000 yen! Huh? What about last time? Tch, I'll pay it back, promise."
Momiji's trembling didn't stop until the slurring man was completely out of sight.
I comforted her and walked her all the way home.
"See ya. Catch you at school on Monday."
"Yeah. Be safe."
Her expression was so dark when we arrived that I snapped my fingers in front of her and said,
"Have a happy day today."
"Wh-what're you doing, Takuya?"
"Just a little cheer-up cheer."
It wasn't hypnosis—just simple encouragement—but it seemed to comfort her a lot.
"Heehee! Thanks, Takuya!"
I petted her smiling head until she went inside.
'Looks like my suspicions were right.'
I also couldn't help glancing at her house, which looked cleaner than a pigsty—something I'd never seen before.
After seeing Momiji off, I headed home, pondering what to do next.
—Ring ring ring!
That's when my flip phone started ringing.
I flipped it open to check the caller. Surprisingly, it was
[T-Takuya, h-how've you been?]
Yung—the girl with androphobia—calling me.
And not just any call.
[U-um, if you're free, w-wanna go on a date tomorrow?!]
It was a date invitation.
The story of how Yung ended up asking Takuya on a date was nothing special.
"Really Takuya?"
"Yeah, like I said. How many times do I have to tell you?"
"I-it's just hard to believe!"
Simply put, ever since Takuya turned girly, Yung's androphobia had noticeably improved compared to before.
See, like this.
"Hng."
"Ooh, it stretches."
Even when Takuya grabbed and pulled her cheeks, she reacted like any normal person.
This was a huge breakthrough.
Considering how, before the change, she'd freeze for a full hour just from him trying to pinch her cheeks.
So Yung decided to make her long-held dream come true.
'N-now I can go on a date with a boy!'
A date with a boy, straight out of those rom-com animes she loved.
It was one of Yung's simple dreams.
Gathering her courage (which took about three weeks), she asked Takuya.
To go on a date. And Takuya happily accepted.
[Sure, let's meet at ○○ Park tomorrow.]
Yung spent the whole day floating on cloud nine.
The next day—Saturday, at the promised time and place—Yung arrived to find Takuya already there and ran over.
"Hehe! Takuya!"
"Whoa, you're early... huh?"
Takuya was about to praise her for arriving ahead of schedule, but he trailed off upon turning and seeing her outfit.
For good reason—Yung's clothes were
'G-Gothic Lolita?'
Straight out of some otaku anime, a full-on Gothic Lolita getup.
And a particularly authentic-looking design, at that.