Chapter 81 – The Sakurajima Mother-Daughter and the Little Boy (Patreon)

"Where did you take Kouma just now?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita had already left the Yuuki household with the little boy. Mrs. Yuuki looked at Asuna, who had only appeared after nearly ten minutes of being called, her beautiful face stern, her brows furrowed slightly as she questioned her daughter.

"We were... playing hide-and-seek with Kouma-kun."

Asuna avoided her mother's gaze with a hint of guilt. She lowered her head, lightly twisting the toe of her foot against the floor, her lovely face slightly flushed as she spoke.

Mrs. Yuuki looked at her daughter and felt a surge of exasperation. She had finally managed to show off her daughter in front of Mrs. Yukinoshita, and then Asuna immediately displayed her sloppy, play-prone side right in front of the woman.

Recalling that deeply meaningful look Mrs. Yukinoshita had cast her way as she was leaving... Mrs. Yuuki felt a tight knot in her chest. Normally, Asuna's hygiene was never something she even had to mention. So why, today of all days, at the most critical moment, had she slipped up like this?

That woman... is definitely laughing at me loudly in her heart right now, isn't she...

"From now on, your room must be kept tidy at all times. As a child of the Yuuki family, what sort of image do you think being sloppy and careless presents?!"

Mrs. Yuuki spoke to Asuna, weariness seeping into her tone.

Hearing this, the flush on the girl's lovely face deepened a few shades further. The moment Mrs. Yuuki brought up the bedsheets, the very first time in her life—scene after scene—resurfaced in her mind.

"Mhm..."

She nodded, her voice thin as a mosquito's whine, yet a faint sense of relief stirred in her heart.

Good thing I laid down a towel first. If Mom had seen the bloodstains, I'd have no idea how to explain that...

At this thought, Asuna tugged at her nightgown and pressed her long, slender legs tightly together.

"Mom, I'm going back to my room to bathe and sleep..."

Mrs. Yuuki's gaze sharpened at her nightgown, her brows furrowing again. "Didn't you already bathe?"

Asuna's body stiffened slightly. She had bathed, but then she'd sweated again just now... quite a lot, actually...

"The hide-and-seek... made me sweat a little..."

Asuna's beautiful eyes drifted, her voice soft. She had never lied to her mother before, but tonight she had been deceiving her constantly.

Mrs. Yuuki studied her daughter intently. All of a sudden, she felt that Asuna seemed to have... matured somehow. Compared to a young girl, her appearance and aura now carried a faint, inexplicable hint of ripe, womanly charm.

Mrs. Yuuki shook her head and waved Asuna away. "Was that just my imagination?"

...

The next morning.

Kouma yawned as he stepped out of Mrs. Yukinoshita's room. Yesterday, while hiding in Asuna's wardrobe, he had faintly sensed that Mrs. Yukinoshita had caught on.

On the ride home, Mrs. Yukinoshita had brought it up herself. With great magnanimity, she expressed that if it was the Yuuki family's daughter, then he ought to go even harder... She even added that if he ever needed to absorb the yin energy of other women, he could simply tell her—the Yukinoshita Group was brimming with high-quality women in abundance...

At that, Kouma had hastily clamped his hand over Mrs. Yukinoshita's red lips with the Touch of Ecstasy. The Yukinoshita family conglomerate was massive—how could it be used as a procurement service?!

But despite Mrs. Yukinoshita's generous and open-minded demeanor on the surface, after they returned home, Kouma could still tell, from the demanding, insatiable way this mature beauty moved against him, just how much hidden jealousy she held in her heart. No matter how rational or selfless a mature woman, in the end, she was still a creature of emotion.

"Young Master Kouma, good morning!"

A gentle voice drifted over. Kouma looked up to see the beautiful, mature housekeeper Mihoko standing before him and greeted her with a bright, beaming smile.

"Good morning, Mihoko-obasan!"

Seeing that infinitely beautiful little face blossom into a smile, Mihoko lost herself for a moment, her heart trembling faintly.

As the housekeeper and maid who had followed Mrs. Yukinoshita since childhood, Mihoko was deeply trusted by her lady. Recently, even the matter of recruiting strong fighters had been placed under her purview. There were many things Mrs. Yukinoshita no longer hid from her housekeeper—the matter between herself and Kouma was one of them.

As the driver, those alluring, breathy moans from the back seat were crystal clear to Mihoko's ears. A single glance upward and the rearview mirror showed her a scene of staggering visual impact. Though she was shocked and bewildered by it, as long as Mrs. Yukinoshita hadn't openly addressed it, she as the housekeeper naturally dared not ask, dared not speak.

Until last night... when Mrs. Yukinoshita's words had frightened her considerably. Selecting from among the Yukinoshita family group's high-quality women... she herself, naturally, was included.

So much so that now, the moment she saw Kouma's beautiful face, her mind involuntarily conjured the scene that might unfold. The mature beauty instantly went weak in half her body.

"Young Master Kouma, I'll go prepare breakfast..."

Mihoko hurriedly averted her gaze and walked toward the kitchen with unsteady, flustered steps.

...

After breakfast, Akemi Miyano took over the shift and drove Kouma and Yukino Yukinoshita to school.

In the car, Yukino held Kouma in her arms and secretly played with his right hand. Every morning when she woke up feeling refreshed and clear-headed, she would find herself clutching Kouma's right hand tightly. Though this inevitably meant she'd have to bathe one extra time in the morning, that sensation of pleasure was something she could only enjoy when Kouma was with her. Last night, she hadn't slept holding Kouma, and as a result, even her energy levels today felt somewhat lacking.

"Mhm... this is all to ensure I have ample energy for school today..."

Yukino played with Kouma's right hand, enduring the pleasure without letting any soft sounds escape. Even her normally cool, aloof face had taken on an almost alluring, seductive cast.

From the driver's seat, Akemi glanced up at the rearview mirror, catching the intimate scene of the siblings in her reflection. Their relationship really is wonderful... The back seat was so spacious, and yet they still had to cuddle up together like that and Kouma was only the Yukinoshita family's adopted son, at that. A wave of emotion surged through Akemi's heart as she thought of her own little sister. I wonder how Shiho is doing...

...

Shuchiin Academy Elementary Division.

First-Year Class B.

Sumiko Kobayashi was up at the blackboard teaching a math lesson. Below, Kouma sat reading through a vocal music textbook instead. Elementary-level knowledge was far too boring for him—listening to the lesson was utterly pointless. He might as well study vocal music. Who knew, perhaps he could reproduce some more of those classic songs from his past life.

Up at the podium, Sumiko's gaze shifted slightly and she clearly caught sight of Kouma engrossed in a book that was obviously not the math textbook.

That child...

Sumiko felt helpless but didn't make a sound. This wasn't the first or even the second time. She had previously called on Kouma to answer questions because of it, but it never stumped him.

Teachers from other subjects had reported the same issue. It seemed elementary-level knowledge was simply too easy for Kouma. After realizing this, Sumiko had decided to let him be.

"That's all for today's lesson. Don't forget to finish the homework I just assigned after you get home. I'll be checking it tomorrow..."

Sumiko glanced at the clock. Only a few minutes left until the bell.

"Oh, right—the sports festival is in half a month. Students who want to participate should sign up with the sports committee member as soon as possible!"

The moment Sumiko's words landed, the elementary schoolers who had just been groaning over their homework instantly lit up with excitement.

"Oh yeah! Sports festival!"

"I wonder if Shuchiin's sports festival is fun!"

"What kind of events are there?"

"Hehe, I'm more curious about who gets to go as a representative to the high school division this year!"

"What's that?"

"You don't know? Every year, the elementary division picks some representatives to go to the middle and high school divisions to study and observe the older students' awesomeness!"

"Wow, that's amazing! That must be so impressive!"

Sumiko listened to the students' chirping, excited chatter and a faint smile curved at the corner of her lips. For kids, it seemed anything that wasn't studying was a happy thing.

As for this year's class representative... she already had someone in mind. Sumiko's gaze drifted toward that gorgeous little boy who, amidst the sea of thrilled elementary schoolers, stood out so distinctly, perfectly at ease.

...

After school.

Kouma immediately received a message from Ai Hoshino.

"Today Sakurajima-obasan is taking us to visit a film set. Kouma-kun, do you want to come along?"

Seeing the message, a gleam sparked in Kouma's eyes. A film set—now that was something he truly hadn't visited before.

As Ai Hoshino's fame steadily rose, Miyako Saito had come to realize that the underground idol label was beginning to restrict Ai's development. So Miyako wanted to bring Ai into the film and television industry and for that, she needed a senior with connections and experience.

Sakurajima-san, in turn, wanted to push her own career to the next level and needed a rising star with limitless potential.

Just like that, they hit it off perfectly. Sakurajima-san and Miyako Saito's agency reached a collaboration agreement.

"I'll come too!"

Kouma truly did want to see this world's entertainment industry.

"Mhm, I should let Yukino-nee-san know."

With practiced ease, Kouma sent a message to Yukino Yukinoshita. A reply came back very quickly.

"Come home early."

Yukino was gradually growing accustomed to these text messages from Kouma. It's fine. It's normal for a man to have many social obligations...

In the empty Service Club room, Yukino comforted herself this way.

...

Stepping out of the school gates, Kouma immediately spotted Ai Hoshino in the crowd—her looks completely outclassing every other passerby around her.

"Kouma-kun!"

Ai jogged over to the little boy and took his small hand in hers. Instantly, a radiant, sun-bright smile bloomed across her stunningly beautiful face.

"Ai-nee, your hands are so cold."

Feeling the temperature in her palm, Kouma said with concern.

"Kouma-kun is my little sun. As long as I'm by your side, I'll be all warm in no time!"

Ai half-crouched down, took Kouma's right hand, and pressed it against her own lovely face. In the span of a breath, that breathtakingly beautiful face flushed crimson and hot. The girl's violet, starry eyes went hazy and dazed. Her cherry lips parted slightly as she softly exhaled a breath of heated air.

"See, all warmed up now... Kouma-kun..."

Ai's silvery-bell-like voice turned sweet and melting, a trace of allure surfacing on her pure and innocent face.

Kouma looked at the girl pressing her cheek against his hand, and his heart stirred faintly. Who could possibly resist this?

The surrounding passersby were even more utterly spellbound. When this pair of flawlessly beautiful siblings cuddled up together, their hearts couldn't muster even a shred of jealousy—they could only feel that boundless, radiant beauty.

Very soon, a van pulled up in front of the two.

"Get in!"

The door slid open, revealing Miyako Saito sitting inside, waving them over. Kouma and Ai climbed in. The van was equipped with a microwave, water heater—all the essential amenities. If you folded the seats down and combined them into a bed, it was practically an RV.

Kouma shifted his gaze and spotted a familiar photo on the side table—Mai Sakurajima, her face still somewhat carrying the softness of youth. So this was the vehicle Sakurajima-san had bought back when she was serving as Mai Sakurajima's manager.

"Sakurajima-obasan, which film set are we visiting today?"

Once in the car, Ai asked Sakurajima-san with eager anticipation.

Sakurajima-san started the vehicle as she answered. "It's a yakuza film... The person we're visiting is the supporting actress, Yoko Okino."

"The Yoko Okino? The TV host?"

Ai asked in surprise. Sakurajima-san nodded.

"Come to think of it, Yoko Okino debuted as an idol singer too. She's been developing quite well in the acting world. I first met her on the set of a commercial shoot, and we've stayed in touch ever since..."

Sitting off to the side, Miyako listened and nodded inwardly. Though her agency had been operating for many years, limited by its scale, it had only ever done a few small commercial shoots.

They had no way of reaching a star of Yoko Okino's caliber, let alone bringing Ai to visit her on a major set—to learn and observe while rubbing shoulders and getting her face known. This was the benefit that connections brought.

...

At the gates of Shuchiin Academy Elementary Division.

A black-haired, straight-haired girl in a Shuchiin uniform, carrying a bag containing a bunny-girl costume, watched the familiar van drive off into the distance. Her stunningly beautiful face was a perfect mask of utter bewilderment.

"Mom...?"

Just now—had she really seen the little boy she was looking for get into her mother's car?

She stood frozen for a few seconds before snapping back to her senses. Fortunately, near the school, people could still see her. Mai quickly hailed a taxi and followed after them.

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