Taking off the rustic, decorative non-prescription glasses.
Letting down the beautiful, fluffy pink hair.
Changing into a considerate, mature set of home clothes.
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in.
I am the mother, I am the mother, I am the mother…
Over and over, Airi Sakura silently chanted in her heart until only those words remained in her mind. Only when the sound of the doorbell came from outside did she pat her own cheeks, walk to the door, and open it.
"It's – it's Mommy…" she said trembling, forcing herself to utter those words.
Her ears were already bright red. The moment those words left her mouth, her head became dizzy.
If she were met with a cold, silent response, her shame would surely reach its limit, and she would shut the door without caring about anything else.
Therefore, Toru Asakusa had to respond.
"…"
But to be honest, acting as a child starved of maternal love, as Kikyo Kushida had described, required a great deal of courage.
To throw away one's pride, to let go of one's restrained posture – only by showing the most innocent side could one avoid making the "mother" in front of him feel a sense of "incongruity."
In other words, this was the necessary price.
Just as Toru Asakusa had said to Kikyo Kushida earlier: "If I don't do this, it wouldn't be fair."
If only Airi Sakura was playing the doting mother, if he was just unilaterally enjoying the atmosphere created by Airi Sakura's efforts – that would indeed be too much.
But… Mommy Kikyo, you can hold back your laughter, but could you stop pinching the flesh on my lower back?
Feeling the pain from the small hand twisting the flesh behind him, Toru Asakusa found it a little hard to maintain his composure.
That girl definitely just wanted to see this happen.
…Fine, let her watch.
Quietly patting Kikyo Kushida's small hand to signal her to let go, Toru Asakusa steadied his breath, a flash of determination in his eyes.
Under the expectant gaze from both sides, he unhesitatingly rushed toward Airi Sakura.
"Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama—"
What best expresses the emotions of a pampered child upon meeting is calling out and hugging.
Well, even if this was a rather big "child."
"Guh…" A laugh escaped from between her lips. Kikyo Kushida's mouth was practically crooked with amusement.
If she weren't afraid of breaking Airi Sakura's immersion, she would be slapping her thigh in applause right now.
You actually went through with it, Toru Asakusa.
Stepping inside through the door, using her heel to close it behind her, left foot pushing against right foot to easily kick off her shoes, tiptoeing, Kikyo Kushida moved along Airi Sakura's blind spot to change her angle.
She definitely had to come in and watch. If she didn't come in, all that coaxing earlier would have been for nothing.
Not only would she watch, but from time to time, she would also lend a hand to Toru Asakusa or Airi Sakura!
Hehehe.
"…" A solid body and weight rushed toward him along with a vigorous presence. Toru Asakusa's pounce was to wrap his arms around her waist and bury his head into that equally solid body.
Startled by this sudden move, Airi Sakura let out a whimper, and her heartbeat began to accelerate.
"Ooh…"
Her heart had already been beating fast; now it was even faster.
The smell, the weight, the hands, the nose, the breathing, the nuzzling – she was being held, and she herself—
She was being lifted.
The dormitory door was a little distance from the bed. If it were just a hugging pounce, Airi Sakura would quickly become flustered.
Therefore, Toru Asakusa had to guide her, just a little.
To that end, he simply turned his hands to lift her body, closed the distance to the bed in two or three steps, and then naturally set down her legs.
Then, Toru Asakusa resumed the interrupted momentum of the "child" falling onto the "mother."
Thus, Airi Sakura was tumbled onto the bed.
The soft bedding sank under the weight. The feeling of weightlessness as her body tilted made her instinctively grab onto Toru Asakusa's shirt. The girl's breath stopped for a moment, and then the self-hypnotic words repeatedly chanted in her brain began to remind her again.
"You are the mother."
"Mommy, Mommy is right here…" Her grabbing hand turned into a gentle stroke. Her tense body relaxed slightly. The girl let Toru Asakusa's body press down on her, as if she really were his mother, soothing him.
This feeling was… strange.
But unexpectedly, she didn't dislike it that much. At least in the moment he pounced on her, she didn't have that urge to run away.
…Maybe I really do have a talent for being a mother.
Out of nowhere, that thought popped into Airi Sakura's head.
"Mm, mm, mm…" The Toru Asakusa in her arms responded like that, moving his head slightly.
Toru Asakusa hadn't forgotten why he was here.
He wasn't really here to be a son.
He was here to enjoy Mother Sakura's love!
Ahem.
He was here to screw Sakura, forced by the great demon Kushida.
That being the case, he certainly couldn't just be a well-behaved child, hoping that Mother Sakura would take the initiative.
But before that, please allow him to nuzzle a bit more.
After all, Mother Sakura's bosom was truly vast.
Nice smell. His head felt soft, heavy, resting against it… wonderful.
But clearly, that alone wouldn't satisfy a certain someone.
And so, silently, a mischievous hand began to wander.
Cautiously, quietly, brushing the edges, touching and parting lightly, Toru Asakusa began tentatively exploring more of Airi Sakura.
Even though it was just testing, how could Airi Sakura not feel her body being touched?
Extremely sensitive, she noticed the hand moving almost instantly.
"Ooh…" Another sound escaped her mouth. Her body trembled noticeably, but soon she forced herself to relax.
After all, as a "mother," how could she reject her "child's" "affection"?
It was just an accidental touch.
Don't mind it, don't mind it, don't mind it.
Repeatedly convincing herself like that in her heart, Airi Sakura felt she should sit up a little.
Being pressed down by her "child"… well, that was still a bit inappropriate.
Although the self-hypnosis echoing in her brain made her subconsciously ignore many things, occasionally, occasionally, some slightly different thoughts would slip through the net.
"Asakusa, Asakusa-chan, please, please get up just a little, let Mommy, let Mommy sit up…" Even though she was acting as the "mother," she still sounded so meek.
It really made one want to bully her.
"Mm." Suppressing the urge to bully her that rose in his heart, Toru Asakusa "obediently" let go of Sakura.
When Airi Sakura sat up, she suddenly realized that in just those few minutes, large patches of sweat had inexplicably appeared on her back.
Not because of fear or panic.
But because… her body temperature was rising.
Apart from her heartbeat, her body temperature was becoming increasingly abnormal.
Was it because Toru Asakusa's breath kept hitting her chest?
Was it because Toru Asakusa's scent kept invading her nose?
Was it because Toru Asakusa's body was pressed tightly against hers, his body temperature spreading to her?
Or was it… because this feeling of being someone's mother for the first time, this overwhelming sense of "accomplishment," was making her a little… excited?
The feeling of being needed.
That was the essence of the emotion that arose in her heart the moment her body was hugged.
She was needed by someone else.
As long as she clearly realized that, Airi Sakura would find that she was a little… close to soaking her clothes.
…Well, not just the clothes on her upper body.
Her lips parted slightly. Her lower lip, stuck to the upper, was gently bitten by her white teeth. Airi Sakura's gaze flickered.
When she changed from being pressed down and lying flat to sitting upright, the weight on her chest slightly altered her posture, and Toru Asakusa, who had been pressing on her, also changed his position accordingly.
Airi Sakura sat up.
So, to continue burying his head, Toru Asakusa had no choice but to kneel on the floor, pressing down.
But honestly, that felt pretty weird.
Better to go further, crouch down, and find another place to bury his head!
"– Ooh?!" The moment she sat up straight, Airi Sakura abruptly bent her back, instinctively wrapping her arms around Toru Asakusa's head, inadvertently making his head bury even deeper.
And so, the sensation deepened.
Weird, weird, weird, weird, weird, weird, weird—
Alarms went off in her brain at that instant. The already warm and moist heat became even stranger with a bit more warmth. Although the "wind" that could get through the cotton fleece was negligible, that didn't mean she felt nothing.
"Asa, Asakusa-chan?!" Quickly letting go of his head, Airi Sakura cried out.
But even with the alarms blaring, she still remembered her role at that moment: "No, you can't, can't bury your head in Mommy's here!"
"If, if you want to…" Her brain short-circuited a little.
If she couldn't bury his head there, then should she just hold him in her arms like before?
Airi Sakura's mind was in chaos. She felt her thoughts could no longer keep up with the situation.
Toru Asakusa's actions had completely exceeded her expectations. What made her even more flustered was that in this absurd situation, she actually started thinking about what kind of response the "mother" role should make.
"I, I…" Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's whine. Her cheeks were so hot they seemed about to smoke. Her earlobes were already so red they looked ready to drip blood.
Airi Sakura's hands hovered in midair. For a moment, she didn't know whether to push away or hold onto this suddenly overly affectionate "child."
…Overly affectionate.
Was it really that excessive?
She was the one who sat up. She was the one who pushed his head down. She was the one who scolded him… herself.
Huh…
Thinking it over carefully, she suddenly realized that it seemed the one at fault… was her as the mother?
Huhhhhh?!
How could this be…
She should apologize.
One thing was clear in Airi Sakura's long-established understanding.
The party at fault needed to apologize, even to make gestures full of remorse.
At this moment, her already chaotic brain suddenly recalled a certain "jest" that had started circulating not long ago – to be precise, around the time the rumor about Professor Chabashira had spread – from who knows who.
"When apologizing, shouldn't you show your belly?"
Trembling, Airi Sakura clenched her teeth, steeled her heart, closed her eyes, and yanked up the hem of her clothes.
"I-I'm sorry, it's my fault, it seems it's Mommy's fault…" she said, displaying her greatest "apology."
A courtesy far higher than "showing her belly."
Well, maybe she only intended to show her belly, but accidentally, she pulled a bit too far.
"…" Looking up at that "perfect" sight, Toru Asakusa couldn't help but be a little stunned.
So cute! So white! So big!
He had already known Airi Sakura was extraordinary when he glimpsed her on the rooftop at noon, and it became even clearer when he buried his head in her chest just now. But now, looking up from below, he realized she was even more extraordinary!
"No, no, no, no, no, no—" Without hesitation, he pushed Airi Sakura back down: "How could 'Mother Sakura' possibly be at fault?"
"It's my fault."
He had received orders from the great demon Kushida, but Toru Asakusa had originally planned to go step by step, then move on to exchanging cups, then accidentally, and finally let things take their natural course.
In short, he wanted to make Mother Sakura feel as involved as possible.
But just now, he changed his mind.
How could Mother Sakura possibly be at fault?!
The one at fault was, of course, the bad child who had disrespected his superior – Toru Asakusa!
Besides, if he really waited for Airi Sakura to take the lead, he would probably never get to sleep with her.
Even if Airi Sakura had hypnotized herself into being Mother Sakura, that was probably the limit of what she could do.
Once she realized she had pulled her hem too far, she would shrink back and turn from "Mother Sakura" back into "Airi Sakura."
So…
"I'm about to do something wrong," Toru Asakusa said.
"Shhh—" The sound of clothes falling, following gravity, then piling up, came from nearby.
The eyes of Kikyo Kushida, watching from the side, widened. She stopped blinking altogether, afraid of missing a single moment.
Mother Sakura hadn't even had time to open her eyes before her body fell backward again.
Her hands were still gripping her hem, but her body went slack with a swoosh.
The clothes that Kikyo Kushida had picked out for her were just a little, just a little too "loose."
Lying down, letting go, touching.
The sound of the fluttering clothes hitting the floor repeated. The "bad child" extended his "mischievous" fingertips.
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