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I had a dream.

[B—tch! ———]

A life contained within it.

[You — wouldn’t even —!]

A long dream, that is.

[Someone like you ————]

***

After immense pain struck my brain.

“Gasp… gasp…”

I distinctly recalled a bizarre sensation of same-colored cement churning, after which I managed to regain my senses.

“Ugh!”

Correction. I hadn’t regained my senses. I could merely steady my body.

My stomach felt incredibly unwell.

Fortunately, Takuya hadn’t eaten anything before I possessed him, so I only dry-heaved a few times.

I quickly came to my senses.

“Ughh…”

At any rate, I came to my senses.

After coming to my senses, I figured out why I had collapsed.

The reason, of course, must have been [Takuya’s Memories], which came as a reward.

‘After all, what I saw earlier was all about Takuya.’

The memories I had just seen when I fainted were all about Takuya’s life.

To be precise, memories up until I possessed him.

Thanks to that, I now knew Takuya’s home address, so should I call that fortunate?

Or perhaps…

‘Should I curse the fact that I was possessed into such a messed-up family?’

Based on the memories I saw, it seemed Takuya hadn’t lived an ordinary life either.

Though not as much as me.

“Phew. I don’t know. I’ll only find out once I go.”

Thinking so, I pressed the exit button located in the corner of the screens I had seen earlier.

Unless it was a ‘life exit’ button, it was easy to realize what this was.

And so, when I turned off the screen.

Caw- caw- caw-

“What’s wrong, Takuya? Why did you suddenly stop?”

The world began to move again.

I stared blankly at the wondrous sight for a moment before Sōta’s questioning voice snapped me back to reality.

“It’s nothing. More importantly, let’s go play in the empty lot quickly.”

“Okay!”

At my words, Sōta grabbed my arm and ran.

I was surprised by the unexpected speed for only a moment before Sōta, upon arriving at the empty lot near Takuya’s and his own house, spoke with a bright smile, seemingly not even out of breath.

“We’re here! Let’s play, Takuya!”

“Uh-huh…”

I wasn’t particularly tired either, but to have no sign of exhaustion despite running so fast…

Watching him, I felt a vitality that I, who had already aged and begun to decay before the possession, could never experience.

‘Truly amazing.’

Is this the dignity of a male protagonist? Even in an NTR game.

Anyway, having arrived at the empty lot, we began to play happily.

We played tag (surprisingly, just the two of us), built sandcastles with dirt, played rock-paper-scissors, and more.

We spent time playing such traditional games from childhood.

And in the process, I understood why adults compare the stamina of young people to an arc reactor.

No exhaustion.

No. To be precise, I did get tired, but the desire to keep playing continuously made my body move.

While I was secretly realizing the terror of a rejuvenated body, Sōta, who was resting for a moment after finishing our fifth game of tag, spoke.

“Now that I think about it, Takuya. Did you hear that a big tournament is being held in the next town over?”

“What kind of tournament?”

“Yeah! They said it was some kind of game tournament?”

Game tournament?

As I wore a puzzled expression, Sōta continued to explain.

“I think they said it was some kind of fighting game?”

“What, a fighting game?”

Fighting games, or ‘fighting games’ for short, were a traditional genre that had existed for a very long time.

Humans inherently feel intense thrill from watching others fight.

And fighting games were also games that maximized this stimulation.

‘I used to play them often too.’

I, too, had played this game, and I remembered reaching a relatively high rank, hitting a wall, and then quitting.

As I pondered about fighting games for a moment, wondering why such an event would exist, another characteristic of the Lewd Mama series came to mind.

‘Come to think of it, the Lewd Mama series had various mini-games, didn’t it?’

Specifically, mini-games inserted within the game itself.

Uniquely, the Lewd Mama series featured a significant number of mini-games.

According to the ‘Kkemuwiki’ information I saw, it was said that the Lewd Mama series was heavily criticized for lacking gameplay before its release, so perhaps in an attempt to bolster gameplay, they included a substantial number of mini-games.

There were so many, in fact, that it was a running joke that people played the game not to beat off, but to play the mini-games.

Though the money earned per round wasn’t much, clearing all the mini-games would allow one to accumulate a decent sum.

This is good information I remembered, thanks to Sōta.

“Thanks.”

Sōta, not understanding my gratitude, simply looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked.

“Huh? For what?”

“It’s nothing. Since the topic came up, how about we enter the tournament together?”

“Really?!”

“Yeah. While we’re at it, let’s practice together too.”

At my words, Sōta’s face brightened, and he grabbed my hand, saying.

“Then let’s practice together at my house!”

“At Sōta’s house?”

At my words, Sōta nodded.

“Yeah! We even have the series they’re using for the tournament at my house. Plus, Mom said she’d make something delicious when Takuya comes over next time.”

“Oh, really?”

At those words, my eyes glinted.

I was already wondering how to advance my relationship with Ms. Miyuki—no, Miyuki—so this works out well.

I’ll use this as an excuse to advance our relationship.

‘Thanks to my experience playing Lewd Mama, I know very well how to conquer her.’

Conquering Miyuki isn’t very difficult to begin with.

The story of Lewd Mama isn’t about reaching the point of conquest, but rather about the story *after* the conquest.

I nodded at Sōta’s words and said.

“Then I definitely should go! Can I come this Sunday?”

“Got it, then I’ll tell Mom you’re coming on Sunday! You absolutely have to come!”

At Sōta’s words, I hid my gleaming desire behind a bright smile and said.

“Of course.”

I need to screw your mom, after all.

Swallowing the rest of my words, I chatted with Sōta for a while before we parted ways.

***

Step. Step. Step.

After chatting with Sōta for a while and parting ways, I was now incredibly nervous.

It couldn’t be helped.

It was only natural, looking at the nameplate of the two-story detached house before my eyes.

[Mori Family (森家)]

To be more precise, Takuya’s surname is Mori (森).

You can understand it from this, right?

I had now arrived in front of the house where Takuya lived.

Although I had already seen the family members in Takuya’s memories, I couldn’t help but feel nervous.

From the moment I first possessed this body until I realized that this body had parents.

I had consistently felt a pang of conscience.

And why wouldn’t I? In a way, I was someone who had stolen a child’s body.

Even I, despite everything, felt some remorse for having taken a child from their parents.

What about taking Miyuki, you ask?

Leaving a woman with a body like that alone is a greater crime.

Anyway, being who I was, I felt a sense of guilt.

But what could I do? I hadn’t been possessed by my own will, nor could I return Takuya’s body.

So, instead of feeling remorse, I decided to consider it the karma of someone who had stolen another’s mother.

It was a trashy thought, but it couldn’t be helped.

This was much better for my mental health.

I regulated my breathing and relaxed.

‘Phew… calm down, calm down. Did I commit a crime? I just came back from playing.’

Hypnotizing myself in this way, I opened the door and entered the entryway.

-Slide.

The door opened far too easily.

For some reason, it wasn’t an iron door or a wooden door with a lock, but one that simply opened when pushed.

I was momentarily flustered by how easily the door opened.

Having entered the house, the unfamiliar yet nostalgic smell of food emanating from somewhere in the kitchen, and the boisterous laughter of comedians beyond the television in the living room, assaulted my senses.

Into such a household, I spoke in a voice that was neither too quiet nor too loud.

“I’m home.”

At my voice, I heard someone coming out from the kitchen and the living room.

The first person to emerge was from the kitchen.

A woman, who appeared tall for a Japanese person and radiated maternal love and gentleness from her entire being, emerged from the kitchen holding an apron and a ladle, greeting me with a gentle smile.

“Oh, welcome home, dear.”

“I’m home, Mom.”

Her name was Mori Ayaka (森 綾香), my mother.

Just as I was about to say something to her, another person emerged from the living room.

“Hey, you’re back.”

The person who came from the living room was also quite tall, and though not as curvaceous as Ayaka-Mom, she had a glamorous figure and healthy-looking brown skin, with a refreshing appearance. Her name was Sakuragi Yuka (桜木 由香).

“Yes, Mom.”

She was my other mother.

…..

What do I mean by this?

There’s no need to think too hard.

Because it’s a very simple statement: this Takuya guy actually has two mothers.

Watching my two mothers greet me, I thought of a famous line from a certain game anime.

‘How nice it must be to have two mothers.’

It was truly a chaotic family environment.