Bokue and Nagisa had arrived at the MAR research facility that morning. The plan had been simple: early arrival, early departure. Instead, morning stretched into afternoon, afternoon into evening—an entire day consumed within those walls.
Throughout those hours, Mimori wasn't alone in her thorough "satisfaction." Both Nagisa and the newly embodied Avrora had equally indulged in their own "feast."
By the time everything concluded, darkness still clung to the sky outside. The daylong storm had finally ceased, however. As clouds parted, moonlight filtered through thin atmospheric veils, illuminating MAR's asphalt pathways—now scattered with wind-torn leaves. The air carried that peculiar freshness unique to post-storm atmospheres, mingled with earth's rich fragrance.
Inside the suite, the freshly-tidied living area filled with food's inviting aroma.
Four figures surrounded the dining table: Bokue, Mimori, Nagisa, and Avrora. Tonight's dinner spread before them—a large sukiyaki hot pot, chosen because Nagisa had requested something with broth. Each person's place setting included a small bowl containing one sterile raw egg for dipping.
"Hehe~ Time to eat, time to eat!"
At the table's edge, Nagisa twirled her chopsticks skillfully with one hand, eyes fixed on the bubbling ingredients tumbling through boiling broth. Anticipation radiated from her features.
Despite having been "thoroughly fed" not long ago, she'd already recovered completely—face displaying neither flush nor breathlessness. She even possessed surplus energy for helping serve portions onto her mother's plate.
"Here, Mom needs eating plenty."
"I... I can't manage that much. Plus, I'll serve myself..."
Faint pink still colored Mimori's cheeks. Her daughter's "consideration" triggered embarrassment.
Except Nagisa ignored all protests, continuing her relentless serving campaign.
"Can't finish? How could that be? Mom worked so hard today—not eating properly would be unacceptable!"
The problem is I worked TOO hard, which is exactly why I can't eat more... Mimori grumbled internally.
She couldn't voice such thoughts aloud, however. Instead, she bit her lower lip gently while hiding her left hand beneath the table—unconsciously touching her still-notably-full lower abdomen.
Human abdominal capacity possessed definite limits. Though she'd made considerable "space" through bathroom efforts before dinner, that only achieved current conditions at best. Maintaining normal seated posture already pushed her limits.
Continuing to "eat plenty" would increase internal pressure until she might actually...
No, no—absolutely mortifying!
Just imagining the scenario made Mimori feel overwhelmed.
She absolutely could NOT let such things happen before her daughter!
Though compared to today's daytime events, that hardly qualified as anything.
After all, today she and her daughter had... right here in this living room, on that sofa...
"What's Mom thinking about?"
Precisely while Mimori struggled internally, adjacent Nagisa tilted her head with deliberately innocent inquiry.
"Could Mom still be savoring earlier memories?"
"N-no... nothing like that..."
Mimori shook her head rapidly in denial.
The sensation proved remarkably awkward.
She'd lived thirty-some years, spending most of that time pursuing completely unrestrained existence. Despite having a daughter, she'd sequester herself at research facilities for two-plus months at a stretch—not even knowing when said daughter started school.
From maternal perspectives, she was unquestionably inadequate.
Let alone appropriating VIP guest suites for personal residential conversion and similar behaviors.
Essentially, Mimori had always lived like a feral cat—completely self-indulgent. She acknowledged this herself.
Except comparing herself with her daughter Nagisa today revealed a startling realization: she was practically a raw recruit!
What kind of daughter schemes such things involving her own mother?!
Fortunately, Nagisa's essential nature remained that kind-hearted good girl. After all... her intentions genuinely aimed toward her mother's happiness.
Still—avoiding complete transparency before her daughter seemed wise. Mimori cleared her throat, redirecting conversational trajectories.
"R-right, so after dinner you're heading back, correct?"
"Mm-hm~ We've been out all day already."
Nagisa nodded with adorable smiles, half-joking.
"Staying away longer would anger the other sisters. Nagisa prefers avoiding mass fury."
Other... sisters?
A massive question mark materialized above Mimori's head.
Observing her mother's bewildered expression, Nagisa released one small exclamation—as if suddenly remembering.
"Oops, sorry—I kept forgetting to mention! Actually, our home isn't at the original location anymore. It's been moved to Keystone Gate's top floor."
"Eh?"
The question mark above Mimori's head grew exponentially larger.
What does "home isn't at the original location" mean? Where did I visit last time?
"Ah... how to explain this?"
Venturing beyond her expertise zone, Nagisa lifted her head toward the adjacent young man for assistance.
"What Onii-sama did—is that called spatial refraction? Or spatial folding?"
"Simple spatial connection."
Bokue swallowed his current mouthful before responding.
"Essentially allows one building existing simultaneously at two locations... Though ultimately, interior occupants desire reaching only one destination, so we established a switch enabling arbitrary position toggling."
"Right, right, exactly that!"
The young man's concise explanation prompted enthusiastic nodding from Nagisa.
"Mom—simply stated, our home still technically occupies the original position, but actually exists at Keystone Gate's summit now. Plus, numerous older sisters reside there too. Even including—"
She deliberately paused here, elongating her tone.
Mimori asked reflexively: "Including what?"
"Including... others like you, Mom."
Nagisa smiled gently.
"Such as Lady Sheila, Lady Venelana, Auntie Polyphonia—many others! Everyone lives happily with Onii-sama daily~"
"Ah..."
Mimori sat stunned by this revelation.
Anyone Nagisa addressed as "Auntie" or "Lady" obviously matched her own age bracket—possibly older. Combined with that phrase "like you, Mom"...
Which meant...
"Correct—precisely that meaning."
Nagisa formed a cute victory sign with her fingers.
"Eventually, Onii-sama can move Mom's entire suite level there too. That way, Mom can experience today's happiness every single day!"
Gulp!
Hearing this, Mimori's heart skipped fractionally. She swallowed quietly. Beneath the table, her tightly-pressed thighs shifted unconsciously.
Could such happiness... genuinely be sustainable?
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