Sachi and her group of volleyball club mbers arrived at their destination first. By luck, the girl never saw .
However, I witnessed Sachi from where I was sitting going from being let down that I read her ssage too late to a very understanding girl who convinced herself that there must be so other reason why that happened.
Although I couldn’t hear what’s saying, her expression was enough to convey it. Furthermore, the girls with her showed helpless smiles on their lips as though they had given up convincing Sachi.
There’s also the girl’s swift reply which says, “No worries. There’s always a next ti! By the way, here’s a service.”
Yeah. She also sent a photo of herself, fully showcasing her current outfit that complinted her beautiful appearance.
She’s pretty, of course. Her short hair was combed in a way that her fringes took on a crescent shape. It appeared as though it was covering one of her eyes. Her forehead appeared wide at first but with how her hair was styled, it started giving off an elegant air that high-class ladies could often see. Moreover, her glossy lips looked like it was dabbed in honey. It was enticing enough that I unconsciously licked my lips.
But that’s it. Compared to most of my girls, she could be put in the lower middle at best – or lowest because my eyes were already biased to say they’re all too beautiful regardless of the ti and place.
Anyway, from this short instance, I deed that Sachi’s head might be in the wrong place. I had no idea if she only kept up appearances because she wanted to continue being my friend or if she had motives other than what she was showing on the surface.
Either way, she seed way too passionate about it. Perhaps the next ti I see her, she’ll be as passionate as Misaki at getting my attention.
Oh!
Speaking of Misaki… Even though the girl still has no phone to use, I could only hear news about her through Itou.
Apparently, she’s also unable to leave during weekends, That made wonder… Is she even allowed to have fun in their house or is she like a caged bird, only being freed in a bigger cage called school?
Uh. No way to know that unless I ask her.
For the rest of my train ride to the station near Mina’s house, my head revolved around the girls close to and those I haven’t seen in a while. In the end, I organized my thoughts, casting off the unnecessary bits like who might be the one trying to lure into that room with a stolen key or who was the sender of the other letters that I received two weeks ago.
Because nothing was happening on those fronts, I easily put them in the deepest corner, only to be brought up again when sothing else happened, to focus fully on what was in front of .
“O-onoda-kun? Why are you here? Mina left earlier…”
Opening the door and seeing standing before it, Auntie Yayoi’s first reaction was surprise followed by a hint of delight. Although she’s wearing a different set of clothes than yesterday, the aesthetic combination of it was the sa. It fully emphasized her wide hips and busty front while also not neglecting her mature beauty.
Even just standing here before her, I was already chard.
I guess that’s the effect of accepting her yesterday. I would look at her favorably regardless of the ti, place, and reason.
Obviously, the guilt that Mina ntioned was also very apparent. If I had to describe it, it’s like an unusual stench being exuded by her whole body. Even if I tried to take my mind off of it and ignore it, it was making itself known even with just her slight movents.
That’s why to resolve this quickly, I threw away my hesitation and made my move right away.
“I ca to see you, Auntie.” As I said that, my lips gradually drew an arc as I reached into the hand holding the doorknob.
Following that, I boldly stepped forward, closing our distance and entering their house completely.
By the ti Auntie Yayoi could react, she was already in my embrace, dumbfounded and at a loss for words.
“Yesterday wasn't a dream. If that’s what you’re wondering.” I started as I carefully adjusted the fringes extending from the middle of her head. “I like Auntie at the sa ti as I love Mina.”
Guiding her step by step back to the living room, I never broke our gaze.
I could see that she was still trying to process everything so… this was my only chance to fully get her in line with my thoughts. “If soone has to be guilty here, it should be and not you. I was greedy enough to go after you as well even though I could very well be a son to you. Or a son-in-law.”
“That’s not it, Onoda-kun. I’m not guilty of accepting you as my… newfound love.” Although that’s an admission that she’s really guilty, it also beca a clarification that Mina’s conjecture was wrong. It’s an entirely different sense of guilt.
Finding the chance to separate from , Auntie Yayoi took a step back.
However, because she was too focused on , the woman forgot that we were already too close to their sofa.
“E-eh? Hel—”
Auntie Yayoi hit the armrest by her butt and fell straight down to it. Her adorable yelp cut her words off as she seemingly bounced on top of it.
Even with my quick reflex, I failed to catch her. Fortunately enough, she didn’t suffer from it, instead, it put her in a rather suggestive position.
With her legs spread open, it allowed to see through her skirt, giving a glimpse of a very sexy underwear.
Although she quickly covered it up by closing her legs and pressing her hands on it, I had already captured it completely.
Nonetheless, I didn’t comnt on it and simply approached her. I sat down on her side, my arms sliding across her navel as I overlooked the woman’s embarrassed expression from above, “Really? Then what is it, Auntie?”
Auntie Yayoi’s eyes darted around at first as though she was trying to find an escape route. However, when she felt my arm already tucked beneath her, she gave up and heaved a huge sigh.
“It’s like this, Onoda-kun… I’m guilty of thinking that I am the better fit for you and not Hina.”
Upon saying that, Auntie Yayoi’s eyes covered her face with both of her hands.
This… What did she an by that? Is she actually just fantasizing about getting all to herself?
“Is… is that all?” Because I was a little surprised, I almost stuttered there.
Answering my question, Auntie Yayoi lowered her hand a bit, only enough for her eyes to et mine, followed by a cutesy nod.
“Auntie… Do you know? Mina is very worried that you’re feeling guilty over what happened… As it turns out, it’s not as serious as she thought.”
Upon revealing that, I quickly reached for my phone and contacted Mina.
A few seconds later, I handed the phone to Auntie Yayoi and let the mother and daughter clear it up by talking directly to each other.
“… Mom, next ti, don’t act like you’ve done sothing wrong to ! You made worried there. And Ruki, I’ll leave my mother to you. Let her understand.” Mina ended the call upon saying that. They reached an understanding, of course. But that last bit…
“Eh? Mi-chan? Onoda-kun?”
Yeah. Auntie Yayoi was clueless as to what the girl ant by it.
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