episode_0052

After being squeezed in the bushes until I was half-deflated.

I trudged over and painstakingly sat on a nearby bench.

It was only natural, if you thought about it.

In the bushes, Miyuki and Haruka, perhaps driven by some rivalry, frantically squeezed out my semen, and thanks to them, I ejaculated about three times more than usual.

Even with recovery potions to restore my body, the exhaustion was unavoidable.

The fortunate thing was that both of them seemed to realize their mistake. They took care of me with utmost devotion.

“Wah. Takuya is a baby. He needs to be cherished.”

“Heh heh. Then, do you want to drink mommy’s milk?”

“But I don’t produce breast milk…”

Of course, all of this happened because the two of them squeezed out too much semen, but let’s not mind such trivial matters.

Anyway, as I rested, receiving Haruka and Miyuki’s devoted care, and ate some food…

Suddenly, Yuka’s mom appeared from somewhere and forcibly took me away, and as I was dragged along, I remembered Sōta’s existence, which I had completely forgotten.

‘Hmm, I completely forgot about him because I was having sex with Miyuki.’

To be honest, it was unavoidable.

Haruka and Miyuki suddenly appeared at the same time and started seducing me. How could I resist that?

Of course, apart from that, I felt sorry, so I handed Sōta the yakisoba, which still had a faint warmth, and the dango set I had saved for myself.

And, naturally, I offered a sincere apology.

“I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll go somewhere closer. Oh, and your mom’s here too.”

“Here?”

“She’ll probably be here soon.”

I conveyed my sincere apology to Sōta, and I thought that was the end of it.

“Takuya!”

From a distance, my mother, or more precisely, my stepmother Ayaka, dressed beautifully in a yukata, was running towards me.

Surprised by her appearance for a moment, and while I was wondering how to react, Ayaka’s mom grabbed my head without a second of hesitation and pulled me into her chest.

A soft, full feeling~♥

Thanks to that, I could feel the sensation of Ayaka’s breasts, as if they were bound by a compression bandage.

But that sensation lasted only a moment.

“Where did you go?! I was so worried! If you were gone too, I… I… (sniffle)…”

Ayaka’s mom seemed quite shocked that I had disappeared; tears welled up in her eyes for a moment, and then she pulled me even deeper into her embrace, continuously stroking my head as if to never forget its feel.

Thanks to that, it was a little hard to breathe, but I accepted it reverently, considering it my karma.

After being thoroughly stroked by Ayaka’s mom.

Afterward, I truly got a scolding so relentless that the phrase ‘completely messed up’ was fitting.

“Even if you’re a boy, if you make a mistake in a place like this, you’ll quickly become lost, so you need to be careful…”

I now clearly understood the meaning of the saying that a gentle person is scarier when angry.

‘She could speak like that too.’

Ayaka’s mom scolded me in an excited tone, completely opposite to her usual gentle way of speaking.

Of course, even so, her gentle nature remained unchanged and hadn’t gone anywhere, so it wasn’t truly threatening.

That’s not to say I was underestimating Ayaka’s mom at all.

“Understood, Takuya?!”

On the contrary, I just thought I shouldn’t make her angry.

Where else in the world could I find someone who loved me like this?

Though it might be Takuya’s body and not mine, what did that matter?

Thinking that, I nodded.

Only then did Ayaka’s mom seem reassured, hugging me tightly for about another minute before finally letting me go.

“You shouldn’t do that next time! (sniffle)!”

“I get it. Please don’t cry. Your pretty face will get ruined.”

Of course, it was a secret that she continued sniffling for a long time afterward.

And while I was being so thoroughly scolded by Ayaka’s mom, Haruka and Miyuki joined us.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it—”

“Ah, it’s been a while for me too—”

Miyuki skillfully joined in and had various conversations with Ayaka’s mom, while Haruka just stood there, staring blankly at me.

After a brief conversation with Miyuki, Ayaka’s mom asked.

“And this person?”

In response, I told her that I had saved her from almost getting into a car accident last time.

“Takuya?! A car accident, what are you talking about?!”

“Ah.”

Thanks to that, after another relentless scolding, I was finally able to properly introduce Haruka.

“She works in the IT industry.”

“I’m a freelancer.”

“Please take care of my son—”

“No, I should be the one to—”

After barely finishing the introductions, we moved to go see the fireworks.

Originally, we had planned to go separately, but since Haruka, Miyuki, and Sōta also didn’t have anyone else with them besides me, we decided to go together.

So we headed to a spot far from the street vendors, a good place to watch the fireworks.

In fact, there was still quite a lot of time left until the fireworks display, but since many people had gathered for the festival, it was necessary to secure a good spot in advance to properly watch the fireworks exploding.

Perhaps thanks to our quick action. We were able to secure a very good spot.

Of course, there were some minor troubles during that process.

“Hey, hey, we claimed this spot first!”

“If you want to watch here, pay us or give us a woman!”

“Heh heh. Yeah. If you give us the big-breasted woman there, we might move!”

Just like you’d expect from an adult game world, such third-rate—no, worse than third-rate thugs’ vulgar words popped out for a moment.

“Hello. Is this the police?”

They were quickly subdued by public authority and taken to the police station.

Even though this was a place where an adult game world had merged, as it was still a modern society with legitimate public authority, one had to be careful with the level of their speech.

Leaving aside everything else, calling Haruka and Miyuki, who were simply women with slightly larger breasts than others, ‘big-breasted sluts’ was so vulgar that they’d probably have to spend the day in jail.

Frankly, it would have been good if we could have also gotten them fined, but unfortunately, the police said that for such an insult charge, clear evidence was needed, and without it, it would be difficult to impose a fine and they would just be called in for nothing, so we dropped it.

So, from next time, I resolved to always carry a voice recorder.

If something similar happens again, I’ll definitely deal with them thoroughly then.

In this world, I was the only one who could casually sexually harass Miyuki and Haruka like that.

Because those large breasts and butts are all mine.

While I was having these thoughts to myself, we spread out a large mat in a spot suitable for viewing and began claiming our territory.

A few minutes after we started claiming the spot, the surroundings were completely filled with people.

Indeed, it was important for people to choose a spot in advance.

After claiming our spot and waiting for a moment,

[The fireworks display is scheduled to begin shortly…]

An announcement about the fireworks display was made, and we soon took out the food we had bought in advance and started eating it together.

Naturally, Sōta and I ate the most food.

No matter what, we were students. It wasn’t strange for us to have hearty appetites at our age.

“Munch, munch.”

What was surprising was that Haruka also ate a significant amount of food. Indeed, those breasts weren’t made for nothing.

It was while we were eating.

—Whoosh!

—Boom!

With the sound of a large firework, the sky began to glow brightly.

The dazzling light briefly completely captured our vision.

And with this firework, various colorful fireworks began to explode.

—Boom! Bang! Bang!

The problem was, how much money had they spent to launch enough fireworks to cover the entire sky?

Thanks to that, it was so dazzling it was almost blinding, but watching it from such a picturesque place, perhaps thanks to the atmosphere, it wasn’t unbearable.

I watched the fireworks shooting into the sky with a carefree expression.

To be honest, I was also a little curious how far the organizers would go overboard.

As I enjoyed the sound of gunpowder exploding from the fireworks for a moment, Yuka’s mom, who was watching the entire spectacle beside me, spoke into my ear.

“You’re ■ctually ■■ya, aren’t you?”

But Yuka’s mom’s words, whispered into my ear, weren’t clear.

The sound of fireworks soaring high into the sky, coupled with the loud explosions of large fireworks and the noisy conversations of the surrounding people gathered to watch the display, all converged, making it impossible to hear clearly, even though she was speaking directly into my ear.

Therefore, I asked Yuka’s mom again, a little louder, into her ear.

“What did you say?!”

When I asked a little louder, Yuka’s mom realized that I hadn’t understood what she had just said and spoke a little louder this time.

As she raised her voice and spoke again, the noise was much less, and she articulated clearly, so her words were conveyed very well to me.

Yes. The conveyance was fine.

The problem was that what Yuka’s mom said was a bomb that would completely obliterate the peace I had felt moments ago—no, at least an atomic bomb-level statement.

What did I mean by that?

Yuka’s mom’s voice, whispering into my ear, asked me in a very calm, yet seemingly obvious tone.

“You’re actually not Takuya, are you?”

And at those words, cold sweat—no, it was enough to sober up my mind, which had been intoxicated by the atmosphere until just now.

No, it wasn’t just enough to sober up my mind, which had been intoxicated by the atmosphere.

‘Shit, I’m screwed?’

It was a statement with enough power to naturally make me think something like that.