Chapter 55 – Awkward Practice (Patreon)

"Eriri-nee, if you just watch without practicing, you'll never remember the essentials!"

The little boy's young voice reached her ears, and those crazy scenes from before instantly replayed in her mind!

Eriri's body went weak.

"Kouma... you, you knew I was in there the whole time..."

"Because Eriri-nee's breathing was really heavy. Could it be that while you were watching..."

Kouma's voice was soft, but the words that reached Eriri's ears made her pretty face freeze.

"D-don't guess! I, I wouldn't do something like that!"

Eriri was so nervous her tongue nearly tied itself in knots.

She flicked her golden twin-tails and turned her head, trying to hide her face, which had turned bright red to the extreme.

"Then... Eriri-nee, would you like to try practicing?"

His small body wrapped around Eriri's slender frame.

Eriri breathed in the alluring scent from the little boy, her sapphire blue eyes growing increasingly hazy.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, letting out faint warm breaths.

It wasn't just her face.

Even her pale arms and the exposed skin of her thighs were blushing faintly pink.

"Hmph, I don't need any practice!"

The girl lowered her head and said proudly, acting tsundere.

Kouma glanced down at the jade hand that was secretly wandering around his waist, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.

She really was a tsundere.

Her mouth said no, but her body was being honest!

Seeing that Eriri's emotions were almost at their peak, Kouma decided to tease her a little.

"I see. I thought Eriri-nee wanted to practice."

"I guess Eriri-nee has already mastered the essentials!"

Kouma said in a disappointed tone, taking his hands off her.

It was visible—a flash of stunned surprise passed through Eriri's beautiful eyes.

Then, she pouted slightly.

"Hmph, of course I've mastered the essentials, Eriri..."

"But, i-it wouldn't hurt to... review with practice, I suppose."

"Then, where do we start reviewing?"

"H-how should I know!"

"But Eriri-nee said she mastered..."

"Shut up! Let's start with k-k-kissing!"

As lewd as Eriri was when drawing her doujinshi, she was a total theorist!

When it came to actual practice, she was so shy she was barely conscious.

Every step was so awkward it was hard to move forward.

This was a completely different experience from the mature, experienced women.

Kouma found it quite interesting.

Especially every time Eriri stubbornly talked back, Kouma couldn't help teasing her.

Just as Kouma was about to guide Eriri through the most crucial step, the sound of high heels came from outside the door.

"Auntie Sayuri seems to be here..."

Kouma leaned back slightly and reminded her softly.

"Don't care..."

Half-drunk and lost in the moment, Eriri subconsciously tried to pull Kouma back.

"No wait..."

Auntie Sayuri… that was her mom!

Eriri's mind snapped back to reality in an instant.

She frantically smoothed down her wrinkled clothes and instinctively tried to crawl back under the desk.

Click!

At that moment, the door opened directly!

Sayuri—her face still bearing a faint blush—walked in.

"We're done for!"

Eriri's brain crashed, going completely blank.

But Kouma's childish voice spoke up first.

"Auntie Sayuri, I found Eriri-nee!"

Sayuri's moist eyes looked at Eriri, who was facing away from her, and grabbed her by the collar.

"The whole art club has been looking for you. Where did you run off to?"

Sayuri spoke with a hint of questioning, but her beautiful eyes were discreetly scanning Eriri.

Flushed skin, misbuttoned collar, thigh-high socks at different heights...

Sayuri's pretty eyes flickered slightly. She suspected a certain situation, but her expression showed no change.

"I, I went to borrow a marker pen from someone. I just got back..."

Eriri explained, her tongue tripping over the words.

When Sayuri heard Eriri emphasize that she had "just gotten back," her eyes flickered again.

After a brief moment of silence, Sayuri pulled Eriri out of the small room.

"If you're leaving, you should tell people properly!"

"Your classmates thought you'd vanished!"

Kouma followed behind them.

It was a shame that his practice session with Eriri had been interrupted.

But there would be other days!

After that, Kouma said goodbye to the mother-daughter pair who both knew the truth without saying it, and returned to the Service Club.

...

At the entrance of Shuchi'in Elementary School.

Two luxury cars stopped, and Leonora Nakiri and Mana Nakiri stepped out from the front vehicle.

Two strikingly different beautiful mature women immediately drew the attention of many.

"Wow, as expected of the Shuchi'in School Festival—so many people!"

Leonora looked at the crowd of students and exclaimed in amazement.

Mana frowned slightly.

She didn't like noisy places.

But as a pure chef, as long as she could taste delicious food, the environment didn't matter.

"Aren't Alice and the others coming down yet?"

"It seems they were pretty crushed by the takoyaki!"

Leonora Nakiri glanced back at the car behind them, pressing a finger to her red lips with a light laugh.

"After all, who would believe that an elementary school student who's never studied cooking could make something so incredibly delicious?"

Mana said flatly.

That day, they had each let their daughters try the takoyaki Kouma had made.

In an instant, it had won over both genius girls.

"Which master chef made this?"

That had been their first reaction.

But then, when they learned that such an intoxicating delicacy had come from an elementary school student who'd never studied cooking...

Their first thought was that their mothers were joking with them.

If an elementary school student with no culinary training could produce food of this level, what did their "genius" titles even mean?

Even Mana had doubts in her heart.

After all, she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes.

But she hoped—and leaned toward believing—it was true.

Leonora Nakiri had no reason to lie to her. And she, too, wanted the culinary world to produce a true genius.

She could no longer stomach those bland, mediocre dishes!

If she couldn't eat food that satisfied her God's Tongue, she would rather starve to death!

That was her absolute obsession with gourmet cuisine!

Mana looked at the Shuchi'in campus before her, endless anticipation flickering in her eyes.

"Leave them. Let's go straight in!"

With that, the two mature women walked toward Shuchi'in.

...

At that moment, in the other car.

"Mom actually brought us to Shuchi'in Elementary..."

The short white-haired girl with delicate features carrying a Nordic flair—Alice Nakiri—covered her mouth in surprise.

"Hmph, all smoke and mirrors. I don't believe it!"

The girl with chestnut-colored hair—Erina Nakiri—crossed her arms and pouted.

Hisako Arato looked at the two ladies already heading into the school, then glanced back at the two young ladies in the back seat.

"The ladies have gone in. Should we follow?"

"Of course!"

"I have to see with my own eyes if this elementary school student Mom called a culinary genius actually exists!"

Alice clenched her fists and pushed open the car door.

"Hmph, I'll see if he's a fake or not!"

Erina's pretty face carried a hint of pride.

Her God's Tongue could easily distinguish the gap between foods.

After tasting that day's takoyaki, her God's Tongue had completely memorized the addictive flavor.

She'd rather believe her aunt had been tricked than accept that an elementary school student could make something so unforgettable.

And so, the two proud young ladies and their secretary, Hisako, followed the two ladies into Shuchi'in Elementary.

...

Soon, Leonora and her group arrived at Class 1-B.

"Teacher Nakiri, what brings you here?"

"Isn't Kouma-kun supposed to be selling takoyaki in the classroom?"

"Kouma-kun refused. He should be selling it at his sister's club now..."

"Didn't you witness that, Teacher Nakiri?"

Kobayashi looked curiously at the Nordic beauty before her, as well as the group of pretty girls behind her.

This was already the third group coming to find Kouma...

And every time, there was a beautiful mature woman in the group...

Leonora Nakiri's pretty face froze for a moment, an awkward look on her face.

She had been completely immersed in the lingering pleasure from the food back then and hadn't heard the conversation between Kobayashi and Kouma at all.

"Kobayashi-sensei, do you know where his sister's club is?"

Leonora Nakiri quickly asked.

"In the high school next door. I think it's... the Service Club?"

Kobayashi tilted her head. She had been nearby when Eri Kisaki called and had caught some of the information.

"Thank you, Kobayashi-sensei!"

Leonora led her group toward the high school.

...

At the high school.

Kouma had just arrived at the Service Club entrance when he met the third group of visitors.

Eri Kisaki and Yukiko Fujimine!

"Kouma!"

It had been several days since their last meeting.

Almost every night, her longing for him had surged like a tide.

Eri held the little boy in her arms, rubbing her pale cheek against his.

"It's been days. Did you miss me?"

She hugged him, her voice gentle.

"Yes!"

Hearing the little boy's firm, childish reply, Eri's eyes filled with affection.

Beside her, Yukiko watched this scene, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief.

"Is this... the Queen of the Courtroom?"

Even with her own biological daughter, she wouldn't use such a tender, clingy tone.

Yukiko was almost certain now.

Eri definitely had an extremely close relationship with this little boy.

No ordinary employer's son would be this intimate.

It had to be... a blood relation.

Eri had no close relatives with this kind of connection, so it couldn't be a relative's child.

As for Ran—ten years ago, she had only been a child—so the possibility of a grandson was out.

And her good friend, the great lawyer Kisaki?

Single, living alone, in her thirties—the age of greatest physical desire. It was entirely possible she couldn't bear the loneliness and found a boyfriend.

And this Kouma was her biological son!

Maybe, for various reasons, Eri couldn't go public, so she had him fostered with the Yukinoshita family.

In exchange, Eri started working for the Yukinoshitas.

Yukiko felt her reasoning was airtight. This had to be the truth!

"Eri... she's been hiding this for so long. Even Ran probably doesn't know."

Looking at the way Eri's face was full of adoration and affection as she gazed at Kouma, Yukiko sighed quietly in her heart.

She thought—since Eri wasn't making it public, she must have her reasons.

"I won't directly call her out on it..."

But Yukiko decided to tease Eri and make her admit it herself!

"Oh my, what an adorable little boy!"

"His mother must be a real beauty!"

Yukiko said in a somewhat exaggerated tone, leaning in and poking Kouma's cheek with her slender finger.

Up close, Yukiko and Kouma locked eyes.

Those jewel-like eyes seemed to hold endless magic, combined with his handsome, delicate face, firmly capturing her attention.

In just a few breaths, she found herself starting to get lost in them.

"Nee-san is beautiful too!"

A childish, slightly milky voice reached her ears.

It was just a compliment from a little boy, but it sent ripples through her heart.

A sudden urge arose in her—to hold him in her arms and shower him with affection.

"What 'Neesan'? You should call me 'Nee-chan'!"

Yukiko suppressed the flutter in her heart, pinched the little boy's cheek, and corrected him lightly.

Beside her, Eri rolled her eyes.

Yukiko always made even the smallest children call her "Nee-chan." She was used to it and didn't bother correcting her.

"Hello, Yukiko-nee."

Hearing the little boy's voice, Yukiko was overjoyed. She snatched Kouma straight from Eri's arms.

She hugged him tightly—really tightly!

At the same time, Yukiko felt her body and mind tremble.

"Kouma is so cute!"

"Do you want to go play with Big Sister?"

"Mmph mmph~"

Buried in the hills, the little boy could only make muffled, unintelligible sounds.

"Kouma agrees?"

"Mmph mmph~"

Seeing this, Eri felt a pang of jealousy.

"Alright, put Kouma down now."

"I haven't had enough cuddles yet."

"You're such a pervert..."

"I'm your best friend of so many years. Let me hold Kouma... Big Sister... what's wrong with a little cuddle?"

"What are you talking about?"

The two mature women, who had been friends since high school, started quarreling childishly.

Sandwiched between them, Kouma was bounced left and right. Helpless, he had no choice but to use his Woman Pleasure hand.

"Mmm~"

After so many years, Yukiko felt that familiar pleasure again. Her legs almost instantly gave way.

At the same time, Eri also weakened slightly. The two of them leaned against the half-open door.

Thump!

The door burst open.

Under Yukino's slightly narrowed gaze.

Two mature beautiful women, holding a handsome little boy, stumbled into the Service Club.

Soft, suggestive moans echoed in the room.

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