Chapter 35 Mother’s Underwear
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
On the night Akane lost her virginity, the Ichijou family was cooking red bean rice.
But Haruto, who doesn’t think he’s been found out, tilts his head curiously.
”Red bean rice? Did something happen today?”
”Is it to celebrate Haru-kun becoming a man?”
”……”
The shock of possibly being found out by his mother! And the guilt of secretly becoming a man as Haa-chan’s mom hits Haruto.
”W-why do you know?”
”I’m a woman too, I can tell just by how she walked!”
Akane’s hymen broke, so when she walked, the scar rubbed and hurt.
Harue, also a woman, noticed how awkward her walking had become because of this.
”I understand you’re that age, Haru-kun, I won’t nag, but promise me you’ll always use contraception!”
”Yeah, I promise.”
Usually, a family wouldn’t celebrate their son’s first time with red bean rice.
If they knew, they’d pretend they didn’t. But Harue wanted to say something about protection now, especially since she had her own experience of pregnancy in college.
And Haruto, too, had once caused his high school girlfriend to get pregnant.
After a huge fuss involving her parents, she had an abortion. They split up afterward.
Because he deeply regretted hurting her through his reckless actions, Haruto, reborn, vowed he wouldn’t do the same again.
”Let’s eat before it gets cold.”
”Yeah! Looks delicious.”
”Dad’s late again today?”
”He just called, said he’d be home late.”
”Mom’s having a tough time…”
Haruto almost said “Mom’s lonely,” but quickly changed his words.
If Haruto had been a normal middle schooler, he might not have thought twice. But with his 42-year-old memories, he could imagine not only her emotional loneliness but her physical one too.
Now 38, Harue still could pass for someone in her late 20s.
Of course, that’s partly thanks to Haruto, but you could also say she’s naturally attractive.
From Haruto, who had one side of a 42-year-old uncle, Harue was a straight shooter, but as a son, he endured it.
”I’m used to it already.”
”I see.”
* * *
After enjoying a meal together, Haruto returned to his room and lay down on his bed.
Perhaps because of his interactions with Akane, he found himself feeling awkward around his mom, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong. His thoughts were just… strange.
(Not enough)
Yes, Haruto wasn’t fully satisfied with his time with Akane; his heart felt good, but his mind was restless, like it needed something more.
Normally, he’d calm down with some quiet thoughts or daydreams, but Haruto’s mind kept wandering to memories of his past and moments with Harue and Haa-chan Mama.
(Maybe I should take a bath and calm down)
As he walked toward the bathroom, he heard the shower running. Since only he and Harue were home, it had to be her.
(Should I just wait a bit?)
Haruto quietly opened the door to the dressing room and noticed the laundry basket. Inside, he saw the dark blue shorts Harue had worn earlier.
Swoosh.
Harue didn’t wear fancy stuff, mostly comfy hip-hugger shorts, which somehow made Haruto feel even more awkward, since he’d always liked that style.
(A bit… weird)
There was a faint scent from the shorts, just from being worn all day, and it made Haruto’s thoughts spiral.
As he stood there, Haruto realized something.
(Wait, this is getting out of hand!)
He felt overwhelmed and didn’t know how to stop his racing thoughts. He needed to release the tension building inside him.
(I’ll just… deal with it quickly.)
He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and focused on calming himself down. But the more he tried, the more his body seemed to take over.
(I can’t stop now…)
His heart raced as he struggled to regain control, but it was too much. Panicking, he realized he was about to lose it.
(Where can I…? No, I can’t make a mess!)
In a rush, he grabbed the shorts, holding them tightly as his body trembled.
(It’s happening…)
Throb… splurt…
The mess spilled onto the shorts, and Haruto froze, realizing what he’d done. Panicking, he tossed the shorts back into the basket and rushed to the bathroom.
After cleaning up with toilet paper and washing his hands, Haruto returned to his room, feeling ashamed and confused. Later, he took a bath, tried to clear his mind, and went to sleep.
But of course, Harue noticed.
After her bath, she caught a faint, unfamiliar scent in the changing area.
Following it, she found the shorts she’d worn earlier, stained.
Yet, Haruto wasn’t confronted or scolded.
What Harue thought, only she knew.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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