Chapter 97
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 97
Chapter Title: With Miyuki Behind Souta's Back...(1)
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After enjoying a date with Rin, a few days later.
A short break from living under Ayaka Mom's overly attentive protection at home.
On my way to school, Souta approached me, looking suspiciously pretty.
"Takuya. Mom said it's okay if I sleep over today. What do you think?"
"Dad's there too?"
"No? He's on a business trip for a week."
"Ah."
I could guess exactly why Miyuki was calling me over.
'Gonna have a ton of fun today.'
With that in mind, I accepted Souta's invitation.
Might as well play around with the latest gadgets at his place while I'm at it.
After enjoying school life in my usual half-hearted way,
I walked with Momiji partway, split off, and headed toward Souta's house.
On the way to Souta's house.
"Takuya, you skipped class again today, didn't you?"
"Eh, it was boring."
"You can't do that! You've gotta pay attention in class!"
For some reason, I felt like I finally understood why childhood friends are always so lovable in teen comics or light novels.
It felt great being part of this youthful scene with a girl.
The only tiny nitpick was that Souta wasn't the heroine or even a girl to begin with, but hey, it's youth! Cheers!
Of course, even thinking that,
'No, seriously, why's this guy walking like such a girl?'
That part was kinda unforgivable.
A few minutes of walking later, we neared Souta's house.
"Hm?"
Souta and I started noticing a suspicious silhouette.
More precisely, it was the silhouette of someone we both knew very well.
And the owner of that silhouette was none other than...
"Ah, Souta, Takuya-kun~"
Miyuki—the one who invited me over today, Souta’s mom, and also my personal sex toy and secretary.
To be exact, she was dressed in the kind of skin-tight leggings you often hear called "dongtan misiruk" from before I got isekai'd.
'Wow~'
I glanced at Miyuki, who was lugging heavy bags while squeezed into clothes that clung to every curve, and smoothly took some of her load.
"Hehe♥ Thanks, Takuya-kun~♥"
At my gesture, Miyuki flashed me a lewd smile that Souta couldn't see.
I gave a subtle grin and nod back.
"No big deal."
"Ah! I was gonna grab that!"
"Let's carry it together."
"Yeah!"
Souta, me, and Miyuki walked together for a bit.
Souta, holding his share of the bags, asked with a puzzled look.
"But Mom, aren't you cold?"
It made sense. Mid-October already.
Miyagi Prefecture up north in Japan got pretty chilly.
So Souta's question wasn't weird at all.
Miyuki nodded knowingly and replied.
"Maybe from all the workouts lately, but I'm running pretty hot~"
She flexed, showing off a subtle bicep.
"Whoa, Mom, you should go pro!"
"Nah, just a hobby~"
"Yeah, definitely too soft for a pro athlete~"
"Souta! What kinda talk is that to your mom?!"
Trailing a step behind as they chatted, my take on Miyuki differed a bit from Souta's.
'Is that what they call functional compressed muscle?'
Miyuki's muscles didn't show much at rest but popped out when she flexed—classic battle-ready density.
Before my body transformed, mine were similar, so I knew it well.
'Mine were even tighter-looking on the surface, though.'
Anyway, I felt quietly satisfied—and surprised—watching her.
After all, I'd been the one who told her to work out.
A voluptuous Miyuki was hot, sure, but maintaining this pregnancy-perfect body was better.
And soon it'd be the era of big internet.
In that world, looks and physique were the ultimate weapons.
Not just for women pulling men—men got famous online for pretty faces and debuted on TV. Same for handsome women going viral.
You didn't even need a face; some country girl blows up just for a killer body, income skyrockets.
Miyuki, armed with both, was a goldmine.
So yeah, telling her to stay in shape wasn't odd.
'Not like I neglect mine.'
For the record, I work out too.
Fundamentally, this body's way too weak otherwise.
I hadn't specifically ordered that exact build, though.
'I told her to exercise, but not to sculpt it like that.'
Figured it'd be casual Pilates or gym stuff, but looks like pro training.
Musing inwardly, I followed Miyuki and Souta until we reached their house soon after.
Once inside, Souta and I quickly washed up, then headed upstairs to game while Miyuki cooked.
Mid-session,
I sensed a heavy vibe from downstairs (not an erection), so I urgently told Souta,
"Urgh, Souta, that juice from earlier's hitting me—be right back, bathroom!"
"Got it, Takuya. I'll clear it before you return!"
"Thanks!"
Leaving Souta ditched in the room, Takuya bolted to the bathroom and handled business.
"Phew! Much better!"
Feeling light and refreshed, Takuya stepped out with a satisfied face.
Instead of heading straight back,
'Hm, feels weird just going in like this. Wanna peek at Miyuki?'
After a moment's thought, he headed downstairs.
To see Miyuki, of course.
Down below, Miyuki was still in her skin-tight outfit, humming as she cooked in the kitchen.
"Hmng~"
She seemed in a great mood.
Watching her, I thought,
'Damn, that ass!'
Simple reason: the leggings hugged her so tight, her cheeks were on full, obscene display.
As I admired, a question popped up.
About her panties, specifically.
'Hang on, why no panty lines?'
Clothes that tight should show underwear seams, right?
Nothing on Miyuki.
Come to think of it, her chest looked smooth too.
'What the hell?'
I pondered briefly, then shrugged it off.
'Whatever, just ask Miyuki directly.'
Heading to the kitchen, she sensed me and turned.
"Master, what brings you here?"
I slipped close, grabbed her ass, and said,
"Missed you, so I came down. Wait, I barely made a sound—how'd you know it was me?"
Miyuki brushed it off casually.
"I've got Master's presence memorized perfectly."
"Huh, memorized my presence?"
"Yes."
I thought inwardly,
'Okay, that's creepy...'
Like, how do you even distinguish presences like that?
I stared puzzled, and she explained nonchalantly,
"Just love Master enough, and you can tell♪"
That shut me up.
Any more, and my common sense might shatter.
Instead,
"Hyah!"
"Ahng~♥"
I ducked under her short skirt to check her underwear.
Peering up:
'Huh? String thong?'
A vivid red one—totally clashing with the gray leggings—barely a string.
Realizing it was a thong, I looked up at Miyuki.
Her eyes pleaded do me right now.
Cave to the gaze, I undid my pants and bent her upper body forward.
Lifted her skirt, tugged the string thong aside.
Revealed: her pussy, drenched and ready for cock.
I pressed my dick to her entrance and thought,
'She really picked today.'
Miyuki had clearly planned this.
Prep like that screamed it.
Squish—♥
"Haahk♥!"
If she's this ready, it's only polite to indulge.
At least in this department.