Chapter 53 – I Swallowed It All, How Could There Be a Smell? (Patreon)

At the elementary school entrance.

Eri Kisaki looked helplessly at her friend beside her—a woman in an orange-yellow dress, wide-brimmed sun hat, and large sunglasses that only revealed the tip of her smooth, pale jaw.

"Yukiko, this outfit is way too over the top!"

"I'm the most popular actress among men, you know!" Yukiko Fujimine declared confidently, her full figure held high. "If I didn't disguise myself, this place would be swarming in minutes!"

"Give me a break—that was over a decade ago! The current generation doesn't even know who you are!" Eri retorted in exasperation.

"No, no, no—their parents definitely still remember me!" Yukiko said, before turning a questioning look toward Eri. "I'm here to see my... relative's son. What are you doing here? Ran's in high school now, right?"

Eri's gaze shifted uncomfortably. "I'm just accompanying you. Let's go." She stepped through the elementary school gate, her long legs in stockings striding forward beneath her suit skirt.

Yukiko watched Eri's fine figure retreat, a gleam flashing behind her sunglasses. Something's going on. Is she into one of the male teachers? Her curiosity instantly sparked—she wanted to know what kind of man could make the Queen of the Court so restless.

A hint of interest curled at the corner of her painted lips as she hurried to catch up.

They quickly found Class 1-B.

"Conan, this really suits you!" Yukiko exclaimed as she entered the classroom and spotted Conan in a chef's hat, manning a grill. "What are you doing here?" he asked, surprised.

Beside him, Ayumi and the other kids looked up at the stunning woman in awe. "Conan, who is this?"

Conan blinked, then recited flatly, "She's my grandfather's older brother's daughter's cousin's uncle's daughter... Anyway, she's something like an aunt."

Bam!

A fist landed squarely on his head. "What aunt?! I'm a big sister!" Yukiko growled, before switching to a sweet, friendly smile for the other kids.

"Call me big sister, okay?"

"B-big sister!"

"There, that's better!" After amusing herself with the children for a moment, Yukiko noticed Eri scanning the room, looking for someone. She crept up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Looking for your sweetheart?"

Eri's body jolted. She spun around to find Yukiko's grinning face. "Sweetheart my foot! I'm looking for... the boy. Mrs. Yukinoshita's adopted son."

"What's Mrs. Yukinoshita's adopted son got to do with you?"

"She asked me to check on him..."

Yukiko noticed Eri's eyes shifting again. She was about to press further when Eri walked straight over to a female teacher. Yukiko followed.

"Sensei, is Kouma not here?" Kobayashi-sensei looked at the two beautiful women in surprise. More people asking about Kouma? And they're all beautiful young wives?

The one in the orange-yellow dress looked vaguely familiar...

"He's not participating in the class activity. He said he went to help his sister's club," Kobayashi replied honestly.

"His sister? Yukino Yukinoshita?" Eri asked. "What club is it?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't know that."

"Thank you, Sensei." Eri sighed but wasn't discouraged. Yukino was well-known at Shuchi'in. She could just ask Ran about her club. She pulled out her phone and dialed.

Watching her, Yukiko's curiosity grew even stronger. She had known Eri for over a decade. If the boy were merely Mrs. Yukinoshita's adopted son, Eri would never be this invested.

"Could it be... Eri's secret illegitimate child?!" Yukiko's imagination ran wild.

She quickly got the club name from Ran. "I'm going to the high school division. Are you staying here with your relative..."

"No—I'm coming with you!" Yukiko said decisively. No matter what, she was sticking with Eri today.

…

From early morning until now, Hiratsuka felt like she hadn't stopped moving. One thing after another—one moment it was helping a teacher, the next it was the student council, then it was the Hero Association's security detail...

"If I could, I'd abolish the school festival," she muttered to Yamanaka during a rare break.

"Then the students would tear you apart behind your back!" Yamanaka laughed. The festival was sacred to students—a chance for the talented to shine, the ordinary to have fun, and the introverts to treat as a holiday. Only the teachers had to work behind the scenes.

"These new shoes are killing me. I shouldn't have worn them today..." Hiratsuka glanced down at her stiletto heels on her black-stockinged feet and grimaced. "Yamanaka-sensei, I'm going back to my office for a bit. Can you cover me?"

"Fine, go ahead. But be quick—I can't handle this alone forever."

"Thank you so much! I'll buy you takoyaki this afternoon!" Hiratsuka hugged Yamanaka's waist gratefully.

"Don't cling to me like that—people will think we're a couple! I still haven't found a boyfriend!" Yamanaka slapped Hiratsuka's hand away and nervously looked around.

"Always thinking about men..." Hiratsuka began, then the image of Kouma's handsome face surfaced in her mind. Yamanaka's thinking about men—but I'm thinking about a sho[ta]... She realized she had even less ground to stand on. "Never mind. I'm heading to my office."

Walking through the empty office floor, her heels clicked loudly against the tile. As she approached her office, she heard faint rustling sounds. Someone's inside?

She pushed the door open.

Inside, a woman in a black strappy lingerie top and stockings was hastily rising from a crouch.

Hiratsuka froze.

"M-Miss Hiratsuka... I'm Touko Yotsuya... I came to borrow some clothes." Mrs. Yotsuya's long neck moved as she swallowed, her face flushed as she greeted Hiratsuka.

Hiratsuka was stunned for a long moment before recovering. "You're Miko's mother... Kouma mentioned you." She studied Mrs. Yotsuya's narrow waist and wide hips, which showcased her full, mature figure perfectly. Do parents these days really dress like this? If any male student saw this, they'd lose all self-control!

She thought of her own outfit last time—a slightly shorter suit skirt—and how she had tried to tempt Kouma with it. Compared to this, hers was child's play. I wonder who Mrs. Yotsuya is dressing up for...

To avoid awkwardness, Hiratsuka didn't comment. She helped find a set of her own clothes and handed them over. "Mrs. Yotsuya, where's Kouma?"

Mrs. Yotsuya's body stiffened as she changed. "He went to the bathroom," she mumbled vaguely, still feeling a hand's touch on her leg.

"What's that smell?" Hiratsuka asked.

Mrs. Yotsuya flinched. Her tongue unconsciously licked the corner of her mouth. "Maybe the room just hasn't been aired out in a while..."

Hiratsuka cracked open a window, letting in fresh air. "Yeah, probably."

Mrs. Yotsuya breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly frustrated. I swallowed it all—how could there be a smell...?

She tried to pull up the pants but found them too tight at the hips. "Miss Hiratsuka, these are a bit small..."

Hiratsuka glanced over and felt even more awkward. Mrs. Yotsuya's hips were wider and fuller than hers. "Then you'll have to wear a skirt." She handed over a skirt instead.

Mrs. Yotsuya put it on—it was snug but wearable, long enough to cover the stocking straps at her knees.

She felt a tug at her hem. "Miss Hiratsuka, I'll be going now. Thank you. I'll have Miko return the clothes after washing." "No problem."

Mrs. Yotsuya quickly strode out. At the stairwell, the sho[ta] holding her hand materialized.

"Kouma, you scared me! I thought Miss Hiratsuka saw..." She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heart pound. But it had also been quite thrilling. "You're amazing, Kouma."

Her praise was multi-faceted. She had learned of Kouma's identity as a succubus and had genuinely felt the improvement in her body's old ailments after swallowing. She felt as energetic as an eighteen-year-old. Her gaze at Kouma grew more intense with longing.

"Kouma, we could..." She glanced toward the restroom.

Kouma was tempted, but shook his head. "We've been gone for over half an hour. If we don't go back, Miko-neechan and Yukino-neechan will come looking for us."

Mrs. Yotsuya suppressed her desire. Though she hadn't taken the final step, Kouma had trusted her with his identity as a succubus. That alone was deeply satisfying.

"Kouma... come eat at our place often from now on, okay?"

"Sure."

On their way back to the Service Club, they passed the art department and spotted Eriri and Sayuri. It seemed they were exhibiting one of Eriri's award-winning paintings.

Just then, Sayuri caught sight of Kouma and Touko. She stared at Touko's office lady outfit and her slightly flushed face, her eyes widening.

She even changed clothes. It's over—that woman's succeeded!

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