episode_0097

After enjoying a date with Yūng, a few more days passed.

After spending some time at home, receiving excessive protection and attention from Ayaka’s mother.

When I arrived at school, Sōta, who was becoming suspiciously prettier, approached me and asked,

“Takuya. Mom said I can stay over tonight, how about it?”

“Is Dad there too?”

“No? He’s on a business trip for a week.”

“Ah, I see.”

It was obvious why Miyuki was calling me.

‘I’ll have to enjoy myself thoroughly today.’

Thinking so, I accepted Sōta’s offer.

While I’m at it, I should play with all the latest gadgets at Sōta’s house.

Thinking that, after enjoying school life moderately.

I walked halfway with Momiji, parted ways, and then headed towards Sōta’s house.

On the way to Sōta’s house.

“Takuya, you skipped class again today, didn’t you?”

“Well, it was boring.”

“You shouldn’t! You have to pay attention in school!”

For some reason, I felt like I could understand why childhood friends were so liked in youth manga or light novels.

The feeling of adorning a scene of youth with a girl was truly pleasant.

The only minor flaw was that Sōta wasn’t a heroine or a childhood friend, no. He wasn’t even a girl in the first place, but isn’t it youth? Cheers!

Even considering that, of course.

‘No. Why is he walking like a girl?’

That was a bit unforgivable, though.

After walking for a few minutes, we reached the vicinity of Sōta’s house.

“Hmm?”

Sōta and I began to see a strange person’s silhouette.

No. To be precise, it was the silhouette of someone Sōta and I knew very well.

The identity of that silhouette was none other than.

“Ah, Sōta, Takuyakun~”

It was Miyuki, Sōta’s parent who invited me to Sōta’s house today, and my personal plaything and secretary.

To be precise, it was Miyuki wearing the tight-fitting, mature woman’s outfit she often wore, commonly referred to as the ‘Missy Look’ before my possession.

‘Wow~’

I watched Miyuki, who was wearing tight-fitting clothes and carrying heavy groceries, then subtly helped her carry the load.

“Hehe♥ Thank you, Takuyakun~♥”

At my action, Miyuki gave me a lewd smile, hidden from Sōta, and spoke.

At that smile, I also subtly smiled and nodded.

“It’s nothing.”

“Ah! I was going to carry it!”

“Let’s carry it together.”

“Okay!”

Sōta, I, and Miyuki walked together for a short while.

Sōta, who was helping carry the groceries, asked with a puzzled expression.

“But Mom, aren’t you cold?”

Well, I understood. It was almost mid-October.

And Miyagi Prefecture, being in northern Japan, tended to be even colder.

So Sōta’s question wasn’t strange at all.

Miyuki seemed to know that, as she nodded and said.

“Maybe it’s because I’ve been exercising lately, I’m generating a lot of heat, so I don’t feel very cold~”

Miyuki said that, showing off her faintly developed biceps.

“Wow, Mom, are you becoming an athlete?”

“Not really, it’s just a hobby~”

“You’re definitely too soft to be an athlete~”

“Sōta! What kind of talk is that to your mom!”

My impression, watching Miyuki converse with Sōta from a step behind, was slightly different from Sōta’s.

‘Is that what they call ‘practical compressed muscle’ or something?’

Miyuki’s muscles were what people commonly called ‘practical compressed muscles’, which weren’t outwardly prominent but only appeared when she genuinely flexed.

I had a body like that before my own body changed, so I could definitely tell.

‘To be precise, outwardly I had firmer muscles than that.’

Anyway, I looked at Miyuki and was slightly pleased yet surprised.

After all, it was me who told her to exercise.

While a curvaceous Miyuki would be alluring, it was better to maintain her current ‘pregnancy-optimized’ figure.

Moreover, the era of the great internet was coming soon.

The greatest weapons in this era were appearance and physique.

This wasn’t limited to just women and men.

If a man’s appearance was simply pretty like a woman’s, it would become a hot topic online, leading to TV appearances or even debuts. Conversely, if a woman was handsome, the internet would go wild.

No. One didn’t even need looks alone. A rural woman’s earnings could jump severalfold simply because she had a good figure.

In a world like this, Miyuki, who possessed both a good face and figure, held immense value.

Therefore, it wasn’t strange that I told her to manage her figure.

‘It’s not like I don’t manage myself at all, either.’

For your information, I’m also exercising to maintain my body.

No. Fundamentally, this body was just terribly weak.

Of course, that didn’t mean I specifically instructed her to build a physique like that.

‘I did tell her to exercise, but I didn’t tell her to make it like *that*.’

I thought she’d just do moderate Pilates or weight training, but it seemed she was undergoing professional training.

I thought that to myself as I walked behind Miyuki and Sōta, and soon after, we arrived at Sōta’s house.

As soon as we arrived home, Sōta and I casually washed our hands, then went upstairs to play games while Miyuki cooked.

It was while we were moderately enjoying the game.

I felt a heavy sensation from below (not an erection), so I urgently told Sōta.

“Ugh, Sōta, I need to use the bathroom for a moment because of the juice I drank earlier!”

“Alright, Takuya, I’ll clear it before you come back!”

“I’m counting on you!”

Leaving Sōta abandoned in the room, Takuya rushed to the bathroom to relieve himself.

“Phew! What a relief!”

As the heavy feeling below lightened, Takuya opened the bathroom door and emerged with a very refreshed expression.

After finishing his business, Takuya simply looked towards the room where Sōta was.

‘Hmm, it feels a bit odd to just go back in after coming out. Should I go see Miyuki instead?’

Takuya thought that, hesitated for a moment, then soon went down the stairs.

To see Miyuki.

When I went downstairs, Miyuki was still cooking in the kitchen, wearing the tight-fitting, mature woman’s outfit.

“Hmm~”

Humming, as if in a good mood.

Watching her, I thought to myself.

‘Wow, that butt!’

The reason I thought this was simple. Because she was wearing clothes that clung tightly to her body, like the mature woman’s outfit, Miyuki’s butt was very clearly visible.

As I admired Miyuki’s butt, a question began to arise.

It was a question about Miyuki’s panties.

‘But why isn’t there any panty line visible?’

Usually, if clothes are that tight, underwear or panty lines should be visible, right?

Nothing like that was visible on Miyuki at all.

Come to think of it, her chest area seemed similar.

‘What on earth is it?’

Because of that, I pondered for a moment, then.

‘I don’t know, I’ll just ask Miyuki directly.’

Thinking that, I immediately approached the kitchen where Miyuki was. Did she sense my presence? Miyuki turned around and said.

“Master-nim, what brings you here?”

At her words, I subtly approached Miyuki, grabbed her butt, and said.

“I came down because I wanted to see you, Miyuki. No, but how did you know it was me just from a faint presence?”

To my question, Miyuki spoke as if it were nothing.

“It’s just that I’ve perfectly memorized Master-nim’s presence.”

“Hmm, you’ve memorized my presence?”

“Yes.”

At her words, I thought to myself.

‘What the, that’s scary….’

No. How on earth does she distinguish my presence?

When I looked at Miyuki with a puzzled expression, Miyuki spoke as if it were nothing.

“If you just have a heart that loves Master-nim, you can distinguish it easily♪”

At those words, I had nothing more to say.

To be precise, if I talked any more, my common sense felt like it would collapse.

Instead.

“Hup!”

“Ah~♥”

Using my short height, I crawled under Miyuki’s skirt to check the underwear she was wearing.

Peering inside the skirt, what I saw was.

‘Huh? A string thong?’

It was a very red, barely-there string underwear, unsuited for the gray mature woman’s outfit.

At that underwear, I realized it was a thong, and at the same time, I raised my head to look at Miyuki.

Miyuki, as I looked up at her, had desperate eyes, as if begging to be penetrated right then.

At her gaze, I unconsciously unzipped my pants and laid Miyuki’s upper body down.

Then, I immediately lifted Miyuki’s skirt and pulled aside the string thong.

What was revealed then was Miyuki’s pussy, already filled with lubricating fluid, ready to receive a dick.

At that sight, I immediately brought my dick to Miyuki’s vaginal opening and thought.

‘She really chose today for this.’

It seemed Miyuki had truly prepared for today.

Judging by how thoroughly she had prepared.

Thwomp─♥

“Hngh♥!”

And if she had prepared so thoroughly, it was only polite to oblige.

At least, in this kind of situation.