Chapter 24: Bathroom, And Beyond
I stirred awake as the sun, once blazing overhead, dipped toward the horizon.
"Ugh... wha—what the—"
The first sight greeting me was a wall of flesh—or rather, Haruka’s colossal breasts.
Waking to such a monumental pair, true titanic peaks, filled me with profound contentment.
No erection, mind you—just pure mental serenity.
"Takuya, are you okay?"
Haruka peered down, guilt etched across her face.
Obvious why. I’d blacked out post-climax in her embrace.
I hadn’t anticipated such a vise-like hug.
Still...
"I’m fine. It’s all experience."
Not bad at all. Fainting from workouts? Old hat. And passing out smothered in tits? A badge of honor.
"Sorry..."
My reassurance didn’t ease her remorse.
She likely saw it as empty comfort.
But I meant it.
’Bedside natural causes versus titty asphyxiation? Latter wins every time.’
No plans to die, though.
To lift her spirits, I offered absolution.
"Then wear the outfit I mentioned next time."
"Outfit?"
"Yeah, that one."
She tilted her head, puzzled, but nodded.
"If it helps, I will..."
For the record: reverse bunny suit.
Resisting a busty babe in one? Gay or superhuman.
’Or actually gay.’
PC and open-minded, I tempered my thrill.
Simply put, reverse bunny fantasy.
With that promise sealed, we chatted idly.
After a bit,
Click
Haruka’s mother entered.
I braced to apologize for the chaos, but—
’Hold on. How’d I get here?’
Bathroom blackout meant they carried me. She’d seen everything.
She knew about Haruka and me.
Cold sweat prickled.
’Jail at my age? No thanks.’
Consensual, though. I’d even resisted initially.
As I steadied myself, she addressed Haruka.
"Haruka, grab soy sauce from the supermarket."
"Okay."
Haruka obeyed the ominously toned request and left.
Leaving us alone.
’Shit...’
Heavy silence choked the air; I clung to composure.
She broke it.
"Are you in that kind of relationship with my daughter?"
Direct hit.
I stayed cool.
"Yes, for now."
"Then everything earlier was for her body..."
Her implication irked me; voice sharpened.
"Your daughter’s talent is genuine. Proper guidance? She’d be hailed a genius anywhere."
She hesitated.
"Really... you see that in her..."
More apology than skepticism—intense.
"Am I holding her back..."
I couldn’t fathom her depths—guilt? Regret?
One-day acquaintance; no presuming.
"I don’t know."
Hypocrisy in unfounded assumptions.
But one truth stood clear.
"Haruka trusts and relies on you deeply."
Her stoic facade softened around her mother.
Returning hugs to steady trembling, fetching tissues for tears.
Actions reserved for the cherished.
"Her behavior stems from your constant love. Don’t blame yourself overly."
I gripped her hand firmly.
"You’ve done enough—and you can keep doing so."
Soft sobs filled the room.
I held on, listening.
How long?
"Sniff. Thank you."
She composed herself, forcing a smile through puffy eyes.
"Haha. Right, introductions. I’m Suzuki Miharu."
"Mori Takuya."
I smiled back.
She chuckled at my formality, then eyed me.
"Hehe. Takuya-kun’s more mature than he looks."
Guilt twinged.
I’d been playing beyond my apparent years.
’Good thing I pass for adult...’
Otherwise, creepy old man vibes.
Past life: "old soul" jabs for my seriousness.
’Got ahead of myself.’
Note to self: dial it back.
To the crux.
"About working with Haruka..."
"She’s fine with it, so I am too."
’Score.’
Permission secured, we chatted lightly, hearts lighter.
Time to leave; I bid Haruka—back from errands—farewell and headed home.
There, an unforeseen snag.
"Ta.ku.ya!! So late! Mom was worried!"
"Rebellious phase finally?"
Ah. Forgot to call my mothers.
Long lecture ensued.
Waaah.
Two days later.
Souta mentioned Mom left something; I grinned wickedly, heading over.
At their door, casual ring.
"Here!"
Miyuki via intercom: [One moment~]
Door opened.
Her outfit: basic.
Thin tank top, shorts—summer heat casual.
To me? Peak lewdness.
Because...
Squish♥
"You wore this begging to be groped, right?"
"N-no, just hot... hnnng♥"
"Liar. A slut like you planned this."
Her intent screamed.
I indulged her ass as desired; we entered innocently.
Door locked—click.
Miyuki pounced, devouring my mouth.
Slurp♥ Slurrrp♥ Mwah♥
Her ravenous tongue amused me; I reciprocated.
Prolonged kiss ended; she delivered the goods.
"Money’s in the shoe cabinet."
I checked: sports bag, bulging.
Confirmed, slung it over.
"Got shopping. Wait."
"Huh? Why not now..."
"Prep needed."
Disappointment flashed; she clung.
"Husband’s away—hurry..."
"Souta said business trip. Patience."
She pouted adorably.
"Hmph. Fine..."
Leaving her sulking cutely, I bolted to Hanaya.
Funds secured—time to acquire the goods.