Chapter 56 – Can You Blow on It for Me? (Patreon)

Inside the Service Club.

Eri and Yukiko sat in chairs, their charming faces slightly flushed.

"You're such a child, and you're still acting like one!"

Eri said in exasperation, her eyes discreetly glancing toward Yukino.

As a lawyer of considerable status, being pushed into the Service Club while hugging her little boy and making moans that could easily be misinterpreted... it was a bit embarrassing.

Yukiko listened to Eri's complaints, her eyes drifting, a little distracted.

Yukiko rested her pale elbow on the table, propped her smooth chin on her hand, and leaned forward slightly, almost lying on the table.

She couldn't stop stealing glances at Kouma.

Her thighs, under the light yellow dress, squeezed together slightly.

"Why..."

Yukiko pondered.

Ever since she'd seen Kouma, her body had been surging with strange, tingling sensations.

Feelings she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Not only that—in these few short minutes, the little boy's features, his scent, the feel of his body had become addictive, like a drug!

If she wasn't holding him, she felt an unbearable itch!

Yukiko remembered a piece of gender science she'd once read in a book.

"When you find the scent of a member of the opposite sex pleasant, your hormones have already matched with theirs."

But...

"He's just a little boy!"

Yukiko found it hard to accept rationally.

The most important thing was that this little boy was very likely her best friend's secret son...

She treated her friend as a best friend, and she was trying to become her daughter-in-law?

Yukiko let out a heavy sigh.

"I hope after a night's sleep, my body will forget this feeling..."

Otherwise, constantly having thoughts about her best friend's son wouldn't be good.

As for today...

Yukiko looked at the little boy's earnest face as he grilled takoyaki, her heart pounding incessantly.

"I'll just... play with him a little!"

"Yukino-nee, pass it to me!"

Kouma picked up a plate of takoyaki sprinkled with bonito flakes and seaweed bits and walked toward the two women.

Yukino looked warmly at the little boy's back, then at the two mature beautiful women whose faces were completely comparable to any young beauty's.

"So Eri the lawyer and Yukiko, who was once famous nationwide, are best friends..."

Remembering how those two had fallen through the door holding Kouma, Yukino felt a strong sense of crisis again.

Including these two, four beautiful mature women had come today!

Originally, Yukino thought her rivals would be young, vibrant girls like Ai Hoshino or Miko Yotsuya.

But she was discovering that the people surrounding Kouma were mostly these top-tier mature women!

Faced with these beautiful, voluptuous women, Yukino sadly realized that her only advantage seemed to be her age.

"Should I tell Mom about this..."

Yukino felt conflicted.

...

At that moment, Kouma set the takoyaki in front of the two mature women.

"Auntie Eri, Fujimine-nee! Please enjoy!"

"You call Eri by her name, but you use my surname..."

"No fair! You have to call me Yukiko-nee too!"

Yukiko pouted slightly, leaning close to Kouma's face, her tone teasing and stubborn.

Up close, looking at this incredibly beautiful face, even in her thirties, her skin was still as fair and smooth as a young girl's, full of collagen, yet with an added mature, dewy quality.

Looking at her, Kouma couldn't help but marvel—she really was a woman who had taken the country, even the world, by storm at just nineteen.

"Okay, Yukiko-nee!"

Kouma said obediently.

Yukiko gently ruffled his hair, her eyes narrowing in satisfaction.

"Good boy!"

Then her gaze returned to the takoyaki on the table.

The fragrant steam rising from it entered her nose, and a hint of surprise flickered in her eyes.

"So fragrant!"

"And it looks appetizing too!"

Yukiko picked up a piece of takoyaki with her fork, white steam rising from it.

She propped her chin on one hand, tilted her head slightly toward Kouma, and with the other hand—her slender, delicate fingers pinching the takoyaki—held it out in front of the little boy.

Her beautiful eyes, both innocent and seductive, looked at him with a hint of anticipation. Her red lips parted slightly, and a mature, elegant voice whispered softly.

"Kouma, can you blow on it to cool it down for Big Sister?"

This woman... she really knew how to play.

If he were some innocent guy, he'd probably be completely wrapped around her finger!

But Kouma, being an innocent little boy, naturally obliged.

He pouted slightly and blew on the takoyaki seriously and gently.

Beside him, Eri watched helplessly, covering her forehead.

A moment later.

"Yukiko-nee, you can eat it now!"

"Good boy. You worked hard, so take the first bite!"

Yukiko's beautiful eyes sparkled, and her exquisite face broke into a charming smile.

Eri couldn't take it anymore.

Not only did she make Kouma blow on it for her, but she also wanted to take advantage of him—an indirect kiss?

"You! Just eat it!"

She grabbed Yukiko's wrist and stuffed the takoyaki right into her red lips.

"Mmph~ Eri, you're so..."

Yukiko said indistinctly.

Her teeth gently bit into the takoyaki.

Instantly, an extreme deliciousness filled her mouth!

That familiar pleasure rose from the bottom of her heart again.

"Ohh~"

Yukiko tilted her head back, revealing her pale, slender neck.

At the same time, Eri, who had just put a takoyaki in her mouth, looked at her in surprise.

"It's just a little ball. Is it really that good..."

Before she finished speaking, an extreme deliciousness surged into her mind.

Eri felt as if she were back on that night at Spider Mountain.

"How can it be this delicious? So delicious that..."

Yukiko shifted her voluptuous hips on the chair, not putting that feeling into words.

She had originally thought that food sold at school festival stalls was just a novelty—specially made student food.

Reaching the level of a street vendor's stand would already be amazing.

After all, this wasn't a culinary school like Totsuki.

But Kouma's takoyaki had truly shocked her!

Her beautiful eyes shimmered, as if carrying some lingering pleasure, as she looked at Kouma in amazement.

"Kouma, you're amazing!"

Coming out of the delicious stupor, Eri looked at Kouma with not only shock but also a touch of tenderness.

She knew—Kouma had lived in an orphanage before.

To have this level of cooking skill in that environment... she could only imagine how hard he must have worked!

"Ah, one serving isn't enough!"

Yukiko's little tongue licked her red lips, looking at the three takoyaki left on the plate.

"Didn't you say you needed to eat less to keep your figure?"

Eri looked at her helplessly.

"And if you want more, just buy another serving!"

"Well... no, I still need to keep my figure!"

Yukiko struggled to resist the temptation.

But after eating one more piece, the irresistible deliciousness and pleasure surged again.

She couldn't hold out!

"I can't take it! I need more, Kouma... one more serving!"

The mature woman leaned back in her chair, inadvertently showing off her perfect figure.

And it was a genuine show.

"Yukiko-nee, your dress seems to be ripped..."

"Huh?"

Yukiko froze for a second, then reacted.

She looked down.

There was a heart-shaped tear on the chest of her light yellow dress, perfectly revealing...

Not only that, but a tear on the side of her thigh exposed her full thigh.

The knee-length dress had turned into a slit dress.

"Hey, mine seems to be torn a little too..."

Eri's surprised voice also sounded.

The two women looked at each other, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Did you snag it when you fell earlier?"

Kouma looked at their exposed white skin and said crisply.

"You'd better change clothes."

"But we didn't bring any..."

"It's okay. We can borrow some from a teacher!"

With that, under the surprised gazes of Eri and Yukiko, Kouma called Shizuka Hiratsuka.

After briefly explaining the situation, he led the two women straight to her office.

Yukino watched them leave, then examined the tables and chairs repeatedly.

"There aren't any sharp edges sticking out. How do their clothes tear and break so easily..."

These mature women's clothes didn't look like they were of bad quality either...

Yukino had reason to suspect they were all wearing clothes designed to tear easily on purpose. She'd heard that when doing...

Otherwise, why had her clothes never torn like that?

Yukino looked down and could see her toes at a glance.

...

When they reached Hiratsuka's office.

Eri looked at the various clothes hanging on the rack with surprise.

Yukiko, on the other hand, was intrigued and picked them up one by one.

"Wow, a school swimsuit..."

"And a bunny girl outfit!"

"Nurse uniform..."

"Flight attendant..."

Yukiko grabbed the clothes, turned to Kouma, and a seductive expression formed on her beautiful face.

"Could it be... Kouma wants to see Big Sister wearing these?"

Beside her, Eri felt a stirring too.

"Does Kouma like these..."

She silently memorized all the clothes.

When she got home, she would buy a few sets of each.

Then, when Kouma came over, she would wear them for him!

But for now... with Yukiko present, she definitely couldn't dress like that.

"Stop messing around..."

Snapping out of the scene she'd conjured in her mind, Eri was about to scold Yukiko for teasing Kouma, but when she looked up, she was shocked to find the woman had already changed into a flight attendant uniform.

"Heh, never underestimate a star's speed at changing clothes!"

Yukiko said with a confident, charming laugh.

With that, Yukiko looked down at Kouma, her demeanor shifting instantly.

A sweet smile hung on her incredibly beautiful face. She walked gracefully over to Kouma, gently brushed her skirt, and crouched down sideways.

"Hello, young sir. Welcome aboard this flight. I'm your flight attendant today, Yukiko!"

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Yukiko's aura and tone were just like a real flight attendant.

"If you need any service, feel free to call on me anytime!"

Yukiko's fingers lightly scratched Kouma's palm. He looked down and saw a small note with a phone number written on it.

At the same time, Yukiko winked at him. That momentary seduction made Kouma's heart race.

It had to be said—this woman's acting was incredible!

"Yukiko-nee is amazing!"

Kouma praised sincerely.

Yukiko's lips curled in satisfaction.

"Big Sister is a serious actress, you know!"

"Next, does Kouma want to experience the nurse, the bunny girl, or..."

Yukiko said suggestively.

At that moment, Eri quickly interrupted her.

This best friend of hers was too much of a threat. She couldn't let her get too close to Kouma!

"Hurry up and change!"

Seeing Eri blocking her path to Kouma, Yukiko finally let it go.

But the pounding in her heart grew stronger.

She was now almost certain that Kouma was Eri's secret son.

As Eri's best friend, she knew she should suppress these inappropriate thoughts.

In fact, she had already decided that after today, she would forget all these feelings.

But every time she got close to Kouma, she couldn't control herself.

Especially when she was playing the flight attendant just now, close to him, doing playful things behind Eri's back.

The pounding in her heart and a certain thrilling sensation reached their peak.

She thought—this must be that so-called sense of transgression.

...

After Eri and Yukiko had changed into Shizuka Hiratsuka's clothes, Kouma thought for a moment and called Shizuka Hiratsuka again.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, can I take a few sets of clothes to the Service Club?"

He figured more clothes-tearing incidents would happen, so it was easier to just bring a few sets with him instead of coming here every time.

On the other end of the line, Shizuka Hiratsuka was surprised by the request.

"The clothes these wives buy these days are really bad quality, huh?"

She muttered to herself.

But any request from Kouma, she was happy to fulfill unconditionally!

"Sure!"

"You can take all those flashy ones from Yamazaki-sensei!"

"Just leave one set of mine!"

"Thank you, Hiratsuka-sensei!"

"I'll go shopping with you next time!"

Kouma casually threw out an empty promise.

But it made Shizuka Hiratsuka ecstatic!

Shopping for clothes! Wasn't this... a date!

For someone who had never shopped with a man before, she was thrilled.

Trading a pile of Yamazaki-sensei's clothes for a date with Kouma was an amazing deal!

Even though Shizuka Hiratsuka had said that, Kouma didn't take too many clothes.

After all, making others wear Yamazaki Kazuko's outfits—which were practically costumes—would be just asking for trouble.

So he only picked a few presentable sets to take back.

When Yukino saw Kouma returning with a pile of clothes, she was dumbfounded.

Was he planning to start selling women's clothes now?

Or was it full service—tear their clothes, then sell them new ones?

Soon after Kouma returned, the largest group of customers yet arrived.

"Teacher Nakiri?"

Kouma looked at the Nordic beauty and the other beautiful woman beside her.

And behind them—the proud golden-haired girl and the silver-haired queen-like girl!

Nakiri Erina and Nakiri Alice?

Seeing their familiar faces, their names jumped straight into Kouma's mind.

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