Chapters 101-102—Fireworks
[MC POV]
My balls were squeezed dry in the bushes until I was half-deflated. I trudged over and sat down wearily on a nearby bench.
It was only to be expected.
While hiding in the bushes, Miyuki and Haruka had become competitive. They were squeezing out my semen like crazy. Thanks to them, I ejaculated about four times more than usual.
No matter how much I recovered with stamina potions, it was exhausting. The only saving grace was that they both seemed to realize their mistake. They took incredibly good care of me.
"Waaah! Takuya is a baby. We have to cherish him."
"Hehe. Do you want Mommy's milk?"
"But I don't have any breast milk..."
Of course, all of this happened because they squeezed out too much semen. But let's not worry about such trivial things.
Anyway, I had been resting, carefully tended to by Haruka and Miyuki, and had even managed to eat a little. Then, without warning, Yuka appeared out of nowhere and dragged me away forcefully.
In that instant, I remembered Sota's existence, which I had completely forgotten amidst everything else.
'Hmm, I was too busy having sex with Miyuki. I completely forgot about him.'
Honestly, it had been a situation I couldn't avoid. Haruka and Miyuki had appeared together, seducing me so intensely that resisting them felt utterly impossible.
Still, feeling guilty was separate from the circumstances, so I gave Sota the yakisoba that was still a little warm and the dango set I had saved for myself. Along with that, I offered him my most sincere apologies, hoping it would at least make up for my negligence.
"Sorry, I'll go somewhere closer next time. Oh, and your mom is here too."
"Here?"
"She'll probably be here soon."
I had thought that my apology and the gesture would be enough to smooth things over, but just then…
"Takuya!"
From a distance, I saw Ayaka, my stepmother, approaching me. She was dressed beautifully in a flowing yukata and was running with urgency.
I was momentarily caught off guard, unsure how to react. Then, without a second thought, Ayaka grabbed my head and pressed it against her bosom.
Squish~♥
For a brief moment, I felt the firmness of her breasts pressing against me. They were wrapped tightly, as if bound by a compression bandage. The sensation was fleeting, replaced quickly by her voice and concern.
"Where did you go? I was so worried! Even if you're gone, I… I… sniff…"
Ayaka's shock was palpable. Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged me even tighter, gently stroking my hair as though she wanted to imprint the moment in her memory.
It was difficult to breathe in her tight embrace, but I accepted it quietly, thinking it was my karma for causing her worry. After hugging and petting me thoroughly, Ayaka started scolding me. Her words were a chaotic mix of worry and anger, and they left me feeling completely overwhelmed.
"Really, even if you're a boy, you can easily get lost in a place like this if you make a mistake, so you have to be careful…"
Hearing her like that made me understand why people said a normally kind person was scarier when angry.
'So, she could talk like that…'
Her tone was completely different from her usual gentle voice. It was sharp, excited, and almost overwhelming. Yet, the underlying kindness remained, so it didn't feel entirely threatening.
That didn't mean I underestimated her in any way.
"Got it, Takuya?!"
Rather, I simply realized that I had to be careful not to make her angry. Where else in the world would there be someone who cared about me so deeply?
Even if it wasn't exactly me she loved but Takuya's body, I still felt the weight of her affection.
That thought lingered in my mind as I nodded, silently acknowledging her feelings and the bond we shared.
Ayaka seemed relieved then. She hugged me tightly for another minute or so before finally letting me go completely.
"You can't do that next time! sniff!"
"I understand. Don't cry. You'll ruin your pretty face."
Of course, it was a secret that she kept sniffling quietly for quite a while after that.
While I was still being fussed over by Ayaka, Haruka and Miyuki joined us.
"It's been a while─"
"Ah, it's been a while─"
Miyuki was skillfully joining Ayaka in conversation, speaking as if they were old friends. Haruka, on the other hand, was standing silently. Her expression was blank as she was quietly watching me.
After a little while of talking, Ayaka asked, "And who is this?"
I explained that Haruka had saved me from a traffic accident the other day.
"Takuya?! A traffic accident? What are you talking about!"
"Ah…!"
Before I could properly introduce Haruka, I was scolded again.
"She works in the IT industry," I said.
"I'm a freelancer," Haruka added.
"Please take care of our son─" Ayaka said, looking at her.
"No, I'm the one who should be saying that─" Haruka replied politely.
After finally finishing the introductions, we decided to go see the fireworks. Originally, we had planned to go separately, but since Haruka, Miyuki, and Sota didn't really have anyone else to be with besides me, we all went together.
We moved away from the crowded street vendors and found a quieter spot. From there, we had a clear view of the fireworks.
Even though the fireworks hadn't started yet, the festival was already crowded with people. We needed to secure a good spot early to make sure we could see them properly.
Thanks to this quick action, we managed to secure a pretty good spot. Of course, there were some minor troubles along the way.
"Hey, we were here first!"
"If you want to watch from here, pay up or hand over the woman!"
"Hehe. Yeah. If you give us the big-boobed woman over there, we might let you through!"
As if this weren't a dating sim world, these third-rate—or rather, worse than third-rate—thugs had spewed some vulgar words for a brief moment.
"Hello. Police, here?"
They were quickly subdued by the authorities and taken to the police station. Even though this world felt like a dating sim, it was still part of modern society with law enforcement. People had to be careful about what they said.
Putting everything else aside, calling Haruka and Miyuki—two women who simply had larger breasts than average—a "big-boobed woman" was far too much. They would likely have to spend the day in jail for such behavior.
To be honest, I wished I could have fined them on the spot, but the police explained that clear evidence was required for such insults. Without it, issuing a fine would be difficult, and the offenders would just be called in for questioning without consequences. Reluctantly, I gave up.
From that moment, I decided to always carry a recorder with me. If something like this happened again, I would make sure they paid.
I was the only one in this world who could casually get away with sexual harassment toward Miyuki and Haruka. Those big breasts and curves were all mine, after all.
While thinking this to myself, we spread out a large mat in a good viewing spot and began to stake our claim.
As soon as we settled, the area around us quickly filled with people. As expected, securing a spot in advance was crucial.
After staking our claim and waiting for a while, an announcement came over the speakers.
[The fireworks display will begin shortly…]
We took out the food we had bought in advance and began eating together.
Of course, Sota and I ate the most. After all, we were teens, and having a big appetite wasn't unusual.
"Munch… Munch…"
Surprisingly, Haruka also ate quite a lot. As expected, those large breasts weren't just for show.
We were enjoying our meal when suddenly—
-Phew-woo-oong!
-Bang!
A loud firework exploded, lighting up the sky brilliantly. The light was so intense that it momentarily stole our vision.
One after another, fireworks of various colors began to explode across the sky.
-Bang!
- Pop-bang!
The only thought running through my mind was just how much money had been spent to fill the sky with such a spectacular display.
Thanks to the setting, the fireworks were so dazzling that they were almost blinding. Yet, because we were watching from a scenic spot, the atmosphere softened the intensity, making it not too overwhelming.
I watched the fireworks rise into the sky with a carefree expression, enjoying the bursts of color and sound. To be honest, I was a little curious about how far the organizers would go with the display.
I was immersed in the booming sounds and shimmering lights. Yuka, standing beside me, leaned close and whispered into my ear.
"You ■real ■■ya ■■ji■"
I couldn't hear her clearly. The sound of fireworks exploding, the rushing noise of them rising into the sky, and the loud chatter of the gathered crowd made it almost impossible to catch what she had said.
I leaned closer and asked in a slightly louder voice, "What did you say?"
I hadn't understood at first, so Yuka repeated herself. This time, she raised her voice just enough to be heard over the commotion. She spoke clearly, and I finally caught every word.
It was good that I could hear her. The problem wasn't the volume—it was the content. What Yuka said was a bombshell, capable of shattering the peaceful mood I had been enjoying. No, it wasn't just a bombshell—it was more like an atomic bomb hitting my calm mind.
Yuka's voice, calm and matter-of-fact, asked me directly, "You're not really Takuya, are you?"
Her words were enough to make a cold sweat break out across my body. They instantly snapped me out of the dreamy atmosphere I had been caught in until just now.
No. They did more than that. They completely cleared my mind.
'Shit, I'm screwed,' I thought.
It was a statement with enough weight to make me think exactly that.