As we divided up the dinner chores, I noticed Hahari trying to reach something on top of the cabinet, obviously unable to reach it due to her short height.
"Hun~." With a mischievous smile on my face, I silently approached from behind her.
"Ehh?!" Hahari let out a small squeak of surprise when she felt my hands wrap around her waist.
Without giving her much time to think, I gave her a gentle push, helping her reach what she wanted.
"Arigatô, Fuji-kun." As a thank you, I received a kiss on the cheek.
Looking at her flushed, shy face, I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss those pink lips.
'Calm down, it's not time yet...' I mentally warned myself.
After this brief intimate moment, our attention turned to our dinner preparation.
Fortunately for my hungry belly, it didn't take long, and soon our dining table was laden with small portions of different sauces, sautéed vegetables, fish, and, of course, a staple on the Japanese menu, rice.
"Itadakimasu~." Before we started eating, we gave the classic thank you.
"Delicious~." With just one spoonful, I fell in love with the food Hahari prepared.
Remembering it and experiencing it firsthand was a completely different story.
I'm sure that if she quit her job and decided to open a restaurant, it would be a huge success.
"Heh~. I'm glad you liked it, dear. Now that I think about it, it's been a while since we had dinner together," Hahari said with a small laugh.
Even though the words were so simple, I could tell how happy she was with this family dinner.
"Sorry." In response, I simply apologized.
"?" Hahari looks confused at my pointless apology.
"For a while, I was lost in thought and ended up distancing myself and ignoring you. Without even caring about your feelings. I promise never to do that again, ever again," I said, lowering my head.
Even though I said these words for the previous Fuji, I think I should start thinking of us as two different people.
In this world, there is no Yuto Haama; everything I do, right, wrong, or questionable, will be like Fuji Shikimori, hurting people who care about Fuji Shikimori, not Yuto Haama.
"..." Hahari's response to my words was silence.
Making my heart clench a little, I think that, of all the reactions they could have, silence would definitely be the worst option.
I decide to break the silence by raising my head, only to see tears streaming down her face.
"Kaa-san!" I spoke a little worriedly. After all, something I swore I'd never do in my life, I did in just one day, and twice at that.
Making my mother cry.
"Mommy's okay, Fuji-kun; those are tears of happiness," she tells me, as her tears begin to fall faster.
Unsure of how to proceed, I simply hold her hands with mine.
After a while, she finally stops crying and pulls her hands back.
"So... what did you decide? I'll tell you about your thoughts..." Hahari asked, looking away, her face reaching a level of redness I thought impossible.
Despite all these things distracting me, I realized how ambiguous her question sounded.
This simply shocked me.
"Don't tell me she already knew?" I thought, trying to convince myself otherwise.
But even so, I decide to take the risk.
"I've decided that other things don't matter, only what I want. After all, what's the point of so much indecision and fear? Judgments? It doesn't matter what others think; they're just passengers on the train of life." I was nervous; one wrong word could chill our relationship, which hadn't even begun to heat up yet.
"Life is too unpredictable to care about other people's judgments." As soon as I finished speaking, silence returned to the dinner table.
"Sigh~. As I thought, I really don't have a knack for this romantic stuff..." Sighing mentally, I decide to let go of Hahari's hands.
But, to my surprise, she stops me, changing the position of our hands, intertwining our fingers.
A silent way of confirming our relationship, perhaps?
"Are you sure this is what you've decided and want to pursue?" She asks me, nervousness evident in her voice, but she also can't hide her happiness.
"Yes." Feeling that words alone weren't enough, I tightened our handshake a little, trying to convey my feelings.
"..." In silence, Hahari lowered her head, raising it a few moments later, this time with determination shining in her eyes.
"Roor~." Unfortunately, my still-hungry stomach decided to be a party pooper, shattering the romantic atmosphere that was building between us...
"Puf... Ha...hahaha..." Fortunately, Hahari's laughter broke the awkward atmosphere that was building.
After this awkward conversation about feelings, our dinner proceeded without further interruption.
"I think I'm full," I said, sprawling in the chair I was sitting in.
"Hehe~." Hahari just chuckled at my childishness as she finished clearing the dirty dishes from the table.
"Let me help you with that, kaa-san." Standing up, I walked over to the sink, intending to help her.
"No, you don't have to. There aren't many things to wash, so you can go do something else." Acting like a good mother, or was it girlfriend? She refused.
"..." I just shrugged at her refusal and walked away, but not before giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Leaving the kitchen, I went to my room, grabbed my pajamas, and then headed to the bathroom.
I take off my clothes and put them in the laundry basket, grabbing a clean towel nearby, and finally enter the washing area.
(I'm terrible at descriptions, but the bathroom looks something like this.)
"Okay, different culture, different way of bathing."
"I guess it's just something to get used to," I say, grabbing one of the stools and basins I had there.
I turn on both taps, intending to let the water run lukewarm; the current temperature isn't too cold or too hot.
After the basin fills, I lift it above my head and turn it over.
While I have my eyes closed, just enjoying the feeling of the water running down my body, I hear the bathroom door open, followed by a rustle of clothes.
"I'm coming in." I hear Hahari's voice as the sliding door to the washroom opens.
I only had time to use the towel I'd grabbed to cover my penis.
It almost instantly became erect, seeing Hahari's erotic body, with little to no skin covered by the small towel.
Hahari, noticing my lustful gaze on her body, only squirmed slightly on the spot, a blush appearing on her face from... I don't know; that blush has appeared so many times today that I've lost count.
"Kaa-san?" I called out to her, confused as to why she was there.
I mean, I know we've kind of confirmed a romantic relationship between us, even without using words, but I'm surprised she's so determined to jump to the final stage so quickly.
"N-no, you misunderstand; I just remembered it's been a while since we've bathed together. And since we're getting closer again, I thought this would be a good way to reconnect faster," she said quickly.
But you simply can't convince me with an excuse like that.
Especially when I realize she was returning my gaze to her body, with the same desire in her beautiful green eyes.
I even noticed drool dripping from her mouth as her gaze fixed on the tent the towel was making between my legs.
What? Do you really think I'd react like a harem anime protagonist? But no way, this is a hentai world; having the reactions of an anime virgin here would be embarrassing.
"You haven't soaped up yet, have you? Let your kaa-san help you with that." With renewed confidence and a surge in her voice, after seeing my extra-hard penis, Hahari simply releases the towel she was using as a barrier to protect her body.
'Holy shit! I never thought my dick could get any harder.' I thought, feeling my cock twitching under the towel.
And what about my eyes? They couldn't tear themselves away from the complete masterpiece that was Hahari's naked body.
Her enormous breasts were adorned with two small areolas and pink nipples, which hadn't changed color even after pregnancy and breastfeeding.
Her belly bore no trace of her previous pregnancy, not even a hint of fat.
As for her vagina, it was hidden beneath a neatly trimmed pink heart-shaped fur.
Clear liquids oozed from it from time to time, proving that my body wasn't the only one overflowing with desire for the person in front of me.
Hahari was feeling the same things I was: an overwhelming desire to love each other.
Of course, along with this desire to love each other, there was a level of lust commensurate with this feeling of love.
Realizing that we both wanted each other, I decided to skip all these games and move on to the final phase.
After all, if Hahari did it, I can too, right?
"Fuji-kun, what..." She couldn't finish her sentence, her mind short-circuiting when her eyes fixed on my hard cock, now no longer covered by the towel.
She wasn't the only one surprised; I was too. After all, in my memories, my cock shouldn't have been that big.
9 inches long and 3 inches in circumference. It wasn't just big; it was thick too.
From the glans, now completely exposed, pre-cum kept leaking.
『The host's penis size growth is also due to the title of Knight Ntr. If you don't have a good tool, it won't be very persuasive.』
I think I heard the system's voice, but I decide to simply ignore it and see what it wants later.
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