Chapter 52 – Compared to Me, Which Is Sexier? (Patreon)

In the small art room, Sayuri held up a thin, alluring piece of clothing with just two fingers. Feeling the lightweight fabric, she hesitated. But the thought of Touko's determination spurred her on—if she hesitated any longer, Kouma might really fall for that woman's seduction.

Besides, she would wear it under her yukata. Better to have it and not need it.

"Mom, are you really going to wear that under your yukata?" Eriri's face was bright red as she watched her mother's actions, unable to comprehend.

Sayuri tugged at the yukata's sash and explained casually, "I only wore a yukata today. I didn't expect it to be this cold..."

"But can such a thin piece of clothing really keep you warm?" Eriri's voice was flat with exasperation.

"It's better than nothing, right?" Sayuri's double meaning was lost on no one. She swiftly put the seductive outfit on before pulling her yukata back over it. Checking herself in the mirror, she looked completely normal from the outside—no one would ever guess what she wore beneath.

The sensation against her skin was feather-light. "This is perfect!" Having arrived early, Sayuri set off toward Kouma.

But they had gone to the wrong place. When Sayuri and Eriri arrived at the elementary school building, Kobayashi-sensei told them Kouma wasn't selling takoyaki in his classroom. He was helping at his big sister's club—the Service Club.

"Big sister? Service Club?" Eriri's face went blank at the unfamiliar name. She had never heard of that club.

At the Service Club.

Yukino hadn't expected that, just as she and Kouma finished preheating the takoyaki grill, customers would arrive so soon.

"Miko-neechan, Mrs. Yotsuya—good morning!" Kouma greeted the mother-daughter duo with some surprise.

"Good morning, Kouma!" Miko responded with a natural, sweet smile. Mrs. Yotsuya, on the other hand, seemed a bit shy—she gently rubbed Kouma's head with one hand placed demurely in front of her.

Yukino quietly sized up the two. Miko Yotsuya... So she's the one who invited Kouma to dinner. Her greeting was very natural—they must be close. But her mother seems... almost nervous?

Yukino noticed that Mrs. Yotsuya's movements were a bit stiff and shy around Kouma. "This is my sister, Yukino Yukinoshita," Kouma introduced her.

Miko turned to look at Yukino, a hint of nervousness flickering in her eyes. As Shuchi'in's "lofty flower" and a top student, Yukino's name was well known. And as Kouma's adopted sister in name...

Which means she's... my sister-in-law. This was their first meeting, and Miko couldn't help feeling tense. "Yukino-san... good morning!"

"Good morning, Miko-san." Yukino nodded in return, but her eyes lingered on Miko for a moment. Why is she so nervous talking to me?

Then, when she greeted Mrs. Yotsuya, she found the older woman's demeanor perfectly natural. What's going on with this mother-daughter pair? Their emotions were completely swapped between facing Kouma and facing her! Yukino frowned, puzzled.

"Two servings of takoyaki at ¥500 each—how many would you like?" Kouma switched to his best vendor voice.

"Two!" Miko held up two slender fingers. "Shopkeep—if they're not tasty, we're not paying!" She and Mrs. Yotsuya took a seat at a table. "Mom, what's wrong? Kouma's cooking is really good. You can look forward to it!"

Seeing her mother absentmindedly, Miko felt something was off. "Is that so? Then I'll have to eat more today." Mrs. Yotsuya gave a faint smile, though her eyes kept drifting toward Kouma.

How do I create some time alone with Kouma? She racked her brain. A few days ago, Miko had casually mentioned that Kouma would be selling takoyaki at the festival. That had instantly brought back memories of that unfinished night with Kouma—a feeling that ambushed her hormones every late night.

From that one time, Kouma didn't seem to dislike her either. Touko, wanting to take things further, had gotten carried away and prepared her "Sure-Win Set" today. But now, in the Service Club, she couldn't seem to find a way to be alone with him.

"Takoyaki, coming right up!" With Yukino's help, Kouma quickly prepared two servings. Plating them in disposable containers, he brought them over.

"Wow, it smells amazing! Kouma's amazing!" Miko's mouth watered at the sight and scent of the steaming, perfectly browned takoyaki. Having eaten Kouma's bento before, she had absolute faith in his cooking.

Mrs. Yotsuya was a bit surprised. She had watched Kouma make them herself—and the color and presentation were good enough to serve as an appetizer at a fine restaurant. It's worth it just to taste Kouma-made takoyaki, she thought.

Together with Miko, she skewered a piece, blew on it gently, and brought it to her lips.

"Mmm!"

An indescribable deliciousness erupted from her taste buds, rushing into her brain and flowing through her entire body. A wave of exhilaration washed over her—a feeling Mrs. Yotsuya knew all too well. She tilted her head back, letting out a soft moan alongside her daughter.

Watching them, Yukino remembered her own reaction when she had first tasted the takoyaki. So that's how embarrassing it looks from the outside... Her cheeks flushed. Even though no one was outside, she quietly pulled the door half-closed.

"Kouma's cooking is amazing!" the dreamy murmur escaped Mrs. Yotsuya's lips.

Pop!

A faint sound. From across the table, Kouma clearly saw a button on Mrs. Yotsuya's coat fly off, revealing a glimpse of something alluring beneath.

Then she ate another piece.

"Mmm!" The familiar pleasure washed over her again.

Pop! Pop!

Two more buttons earned their freedom. Kouma could now see clearly what lay beneath the coat.

"Stra-... !" His eyes widened, and he nearly blurted out the two words.

So that's why Mrs. Yotsuya's heavy coat felt so mismatched with her usual style. She had been bolder than he imagined! Bringing something like this to test an old party member like him!

Even Kouma had to admit—he was... moved.

But with three buttons missing, the coat could no longer hide its contents. Kouma grabbed a napkin and handed it to her. "Mrs. Yotsuya, some sauce dripped onto your clothes."

Mrs. Yotsuya snapped out of her trance of pleasure. Following Kouma's gaze, she looked down—and found three buttons missing from her coat.

Exposed...! Her face flushed scarlet. This was supposed to be a coup de grâce delivered in a perfectly heated, intimate moment—not now, in broad daylight!

She tugged at the coat, but the moment she let go, her chest pushed it open again. Panic set in.

"Mom, did something get dirty?"

"It's a bit noticeable..." Touko turned sideways, trying to hide it, her voice tinged with distress. "What do I do?"

"Would you like to change clothes, Mrs. Yotsuya?" Kouma offered. She had worn this outfit for him, after all—he didn't want anyone else seeing her like this.

"Huh? No, that's too much trouble—"

"It's no trouble at all. Let me call Hiratsuka-sensei." Kouma quickly dialed.

"Eh? You need to borrow some women's clothes? Coincidentally, Yamada-sensei dumped a whole bunch of new clothes in my office yesterday. All unworn. If none of those work, there are some of my clothes in the closet too." Though surprised, Hiratsuka's reply was straightforward.

"Thank you, Hiratsuka-sensei! If you're free later, come by the Service Club and buy some takoyaki!" Kouma hung up and flashed a smile. "See? All settled. I'll take you to Hiratsuka-sensei's office, Mrs. Yotsuya."

He led her out of the Service Club. "Yukino-neechan, please mind the stall for a bit!"

Yukino hadn't even fully processed why a dirty coat led straight into borrowing clothes from a teacher. Her mind was stuck on something else Kouma had said, "Our little stall."

"Our little stall..."

The phrasing—like a husband running a small shop with his wife, asking her to watch over it while he stepped out. "Don't worry, Kouma. Leave it to me!" Her calm face couldn't quite hide the glee at the corners of her mouth.

Watching Kouma and her mother walk away, Miko's eyes softened with warmth. The two most important people in my life are getting along so well. That's wonderful.

On the way to Hiratsuka's office, Mrs. Yotsuya held Kouma's hand with one hand while clutching her coat closed with the other. "Thank you for helping me out, Kouma..."

"It's nothing. I'd be very troubled if anyone else saw what you prepared for me, Mrs. Yotsuya."

His words dropped into her heart like a boulder, sending ripples through her entire being. "Kouma..." She curled her fingers against her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

She made up her mind.

During the school festival, students were busy—but teachers were even busier. The faculty office floor was nearly deserted. Teachers not directly participating in the festival were busy ensuring student safety and maintaining order. Hiratsuka was naturally not in her office.

Leading Mrs. Yotsuya inside, they were greeted by a mobile clothing rack overflowing with various outfits. "Maid outfits, school swimsuits, bunny girl suits..."

Kouma's eye twitched as he realized which teacher Hiratsuka had mentioned. Sawako Yamanaka—K-ON!'s music teacher. Renowned for making outfits that highlight women's figures.

"No, no—these are too sexy. Let's wear Hiratsuka-sensei's clothes instead," Kouma muttered.

Then a voice came from behind him.

"Kouma..."

He turned around—and his eyes widened.

Mrs. Yotsuya was slowly opening her black coat, revealing the "Sure-Win Set" underneath. She stepped forward, the stockings under her slacks rustling smoothly against the fabric.

"Kouma... compared to me, which is sexier?"

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