Chapter 43 – The Immoral Mrs. Yotsuya (Patreon)

The next morning.

Kouma slowly woke up in Mrs. Yukinoshita's room.

"Kouma, you're awake." A cool yet slightly languid voice sounded beside him.

Kouma looked up to see Mrs. Yukinoshita lying on her side, gazing at him with a mix of affection and satisfaction. She had been worried sick all last night until Mitsuri Kanroji brought Kouma back home, and that anxiety had been channeled into her relentless demands upon him in the remaining hours of the night.

"Kouma, go wash up. I'll have Mihoko start on breakfast." Mrs. Yukinoshita got up and left the room.

"System, check in!"

[Ding! Host has checked in at the Yukinoshita residence. Obtained ability [LV1. Foodgasmic Cooking].]

[Detected two instances of [LV1. Foodgasmic Cooking]. Merge into [LV2]?]

"Merge!"

[LV2. Foodgasmic Cooking: Dishes prepared by the host will have doubled deliciousness, inducing pleasurable emotions in consumers. Small chance of causing clothing to burst off!]

"Eh, it's barely better than nothing, but the doubled deliciousness part is still pretty good." With this, Kouma could casually cook meals surpassing even the world's top culinary masters. At the very least, he could eat well!

The Yotsuya residence.

Mrs. Yotsuya was preparing bento boxes for Miko. She glanced up at the clock.

"Honestly, still not up at this hour..."

She shook the water off her hands and walked to Miko's door. "Miko, get up! You'll be late again if you don't hurry!"

At Mrs. Yotsuya's urging, Miko emerged from her room in a thin nightgown, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "My alarm hasn't even gone off yet, Mom!" She glanced at the time, then shuffled toward the bathroom.

Mrs. Yotsuya watched her daughter's retreating figure with some exasperation. Despite wearing relatively loose pajama pants, Miko's figure was clearly visible, her butt stretching the fabric into a taut, full curve. Her narrow waist only made her silhouette more alluring with every step, swaying gently.

"Has Miko... grown up a bit?" Mrs. Yotsuya tilted her head and blinked. For some reason, she'd recently felt that Miko's demeanor was maturing, and her complexion was far rosier and more radiant than before.

"Or... is she seeing someone?" Mrs. Yotsuya's heart skipped a beat. An image of Kouma's handsome face suddenly surfaced in her mind.

"Mmm..."

Her body responded before her thoughts could catch up. That image brought back memories of that exhilarating, soothing sensation. No matter what toys she'd bought since that day, she'd never experienced it again.

When Miko finished washing up, she found Mrs. Yotsuya sitting at the table with her legs crossed, her shapely thighs stacked one over the other, shifting restlessly as she swapped positions several times.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Yotsuya started slightly, a faint blush of embarrassment flickering across her face. "Nothing. Just eat your breakfast quickly..." She tucked a strand of her ponytail behind her ear and spoke softly.

During breakfast, Mrs. Yotsuya suddenly spoke, trying to sound casual. "Oh, by the way, we haven't seen Kouma in a while... Why don't we invite him over for dinner today?"

"Huh?" Miko blinked in surprise, her lips parting slightly as she nervously looked at her mother. "Why does Mom want to see Kouma? Did she find out about my relationship with him...?"

But from her mother's seemingly carefree expression, that didn't seem to be the case.

"Could it be..." Miko suddenly remembered that her mother had always grieved deeply over the loss of a child. Perhaps she saw something of that lost child in Kouma.

At that thought, Miko felt a surge of happiness. No matter what, she was glad her mother liked Kouma. The better their relationship became, the easier it would be for Miko to eventually reveal her own relationship with him!

"Sure, sure! I'll invite Kouma!" Miko nodded eagerly, like a chick pecking at rice. "I'll have to find more reasons to invite Kouma over..." she thought to herself.

After breakfast, Mrs. Yotsuya watched Miko head out the door, her hand clenching slightly.

"Touko, Touko... You're actually craving the feeling a little sho[t]a gives you..." A guilty sense of immorality washed over her, and she let out a self-deprecating laugh.

She stood before the full-length mirror, looking at her increasingly mature, fuller figure. "I'll go buy a dress later... and treat myself to a spa while I'm at it."

After cleaning up the dishes, Mrs. Yotsuya changed and stepped out.

"Oh? New neighbors?" As soon as she left the house, she noticed a new face next door—a woman with an elegant, refined air even in casual clothes.

The woman caught sight of Mrs. Yotsuya and immediately greeted her with a bright expression. "Hello! I'm your new neighbor, Sayuri Sawamura. Looking forward to getting along!"

"Hello! I'm Touko Yotsuya. Nice to meet you!"

The two women exchanged greetings, their eyes meeting as each silently thought: "This new neighbor seems easy to get along with!"

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