Chapter 88: Kouta wakes up at home.

When I really came to, it was sometime Friday night.

I was in my room at home, and in the bed next to me, was Shiori.

She wasn’t asleep.  There was a warm towel on my head, and she was clearly there because of her promise to me.  That she would always be in my bed waiting for me.

“Shiori…”  I say, her the only familiar thing to me right now.  “...why am I in my bedroom at my parent’s house?”

“Kouta!” She says happily as she launches into a barrage of kisses on my face.

“I love you too~” I say enthusiastically.

“You had me worried.  You went crazy.  Are you okay?” She goes on.

Crazy?  What are you talking about?

I look at her, and I for some reason want to protect my head.

“Shh… Let me take care of you.” She shushes me.

She gets up but I won’t let her.  I pull her on top of me and just hug her.

“Don’t move.  I just want to hold you.”

“Okay, Kouta.”

I don’t know how long I kept her trapped in my arms, but feeling her warmth made me feel so happy.  I don’t even know why.  Eventually, she just flopped onto my body.

“Kouta, shall we eat dinner?” She suggests.

“Oh you cooked?”

“No.  Reiko Mama did.”

...Reiko mama?

I felt a vision that didn’t kill me with pain move to the front of my mind.  It was my mother who was with me in the hospital.  I was snuggled next to her, and she was telling me she loved me.

It was warm.

Why was it warm?

“Come.”

Shiori helped me out of bed when I relented on the hug, and I found myself passing the hole in the wall which I had made with my computer chair.

…

Why did it seem so long ago that I made that hole?

…

Downstairs Shiori took me, and I saw dinner laid out on the table.  The only people here were Shiori, myself, and my mother.

“Kouta! Honey, are you feeling better?” My mother asks sweetly.

“Hi.. uh.. mom?”

“Hi, nothing!  Where’s my hug?” She demands.

My mother stood there in the dining room with her arms out, waiting on a hug from me.

Of course I would give her a hug, she’s my mom.

The hug was warm, but something felt off about it.

…!!

“Mom!”  I knelt down and put my face against her hard stomach.  I had an idea what it might mean.

“You’re going to be an Onii-san soon, Kouta.” My mother said to me with a large smile on her face.

“???  how far along are you?”

“Seven months.  It seems I got pregnant just before I took off for this year’s business.”

“I see…”  I put my hand on it, and couldn’t feel any kicking, but it didn’t matter.  “How have you been, mom?”

“I’ve been missing all of you.  Though, your cute little girlfriend here has caught me up on what’s been going on for the last month or so.”

“Oh, yes, let me introduce you.”  I hold Shi-chan who was next to me by the waist.  “Shi-chan, this is my mother, Kawamura Reiko.”

“Kouta.  We met.” Shi-chan tugs on my arm.

“Oh…”

“Kouta.  I want one too.”  Shiori also places a hand on my mother’s stomach.  It feels awkward for her to say that, and I imagine a lecture about not being reckless is forthcoming, only it isn’t.

I look up at my mother.

“Fine with me.  Your little imouto will be born in a couple of months, so you need to decide if she’s going to have a playmate that is a boy or a girl…”

???

“Mom?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to lecture me?” I say, expectantly.

“Why should I? You are eighteen, right?  I’m sorry I missed your birthday, but that doesn’t mean I can’t acknowledge you are old enough to decide what to do with your life.  I had gotten pregnant with Kanae when I was your age, you know.”  Mom recounts.

…

“Kouta.  We can try after dinner.” Shi-chan says unabashedly.

You aren’t helping the matter at all, Shi-chan!

“Remember Shiori-chan, to lie back with your legs in the air afterwards to have the best chance.”

“I understand, Mama.”

What the absolute fuck is going on?

“Come sit down and eat.”  My mom orders in an irrefutable tone.

It’s a large order of KFC.  There are paper plates and tons of sides.  I take a seat and Shiori is serving both my mother and me.  We both thank her, and sit down, saying itadakimasu.

There’s no alcohol.  Mom has a soda, alongside Shi-chan and I.

Both my mom and Shi-chan are tearing into the meal, and I’m going slowly.  I’m hungry, but not ravenous.  Was it because I slept all day?

“Kouta.  You… are you angry at me for being gone all the time?” My mother begins the conversation.

“...”

Am I?

“I guess a little.  It wasn’t easy being raised by Kanae and Dad, you know.” I reply.

“It’s okay to be angry at me.  I know I haven’t been anywhere what you deserve as a mother.  It may be far too late, but I wanted to apologise.”

I shake my head.

“You had your reasons, right?  Were they good ones?” I ask.

“I don’t know.  Only you can answer that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… outside of me… was there anything in your life you wanted that you didn’t have?” Mom takes a sip of her drink after asking.

…

I look at Shiori.

“No.  I got everything I ever wanted… Kanae and Dad made sure of it.”

“Then that’s what I hoped for.  In exchange for not having a mother in your life properly… I hope I made up for it with things.  I know that doesn’t sound proper, but… I want you to know, I worked hard so you could have that.”

“Rather than that… can you answer a question I have?” I ask.  I had everything material I could want, so she had done what she wanted to do, I guess?

“Sure, anything honey.”

“Why do you and Onee-chan hate each other?”

“...”

“That’s because she’s my daughter.” my mom says, without skipping a beat.

“...”

“What kind of an answer is that?”

“It’s a family one.  Let me ask you this, my mother, your grandmother.  How often do you see her?”

“... I can’t recall.  I think once or twice in my whole life.”

“That’s about right.  My own mother and I despise each other.  I think it’s a family trait.  But you are wrong about one thing.  I don’t actually hate Kanae at all.  If anything I’m jealous of her.” mom says surprisingly to me.

“Jealous?”

“Yes, you see, she was able to raise you into a fine man, Kouta.  If anything I felt it was tough to be your mom, because of how protective she was of you.  It wouldn’t be wrong to call her your Okaa-san instead of me…”

“Okaa-san…”

“But I’m happy you will still call me it.”

I saw a couple tears fall from her face.

“Mom, are you alright?”

“Oh.”  I watched her reach up and brush away the tears that fell. “It must be the hormones.  I get like this easily when I’m pregnant. It’s been almost twenty years, but I still remember it being like this.”

“Please don’t hate me Kouta… I’m… I’ve got a lot to talk with everyone about on Sunday.  I… expect the worst, but I want to hope for the best.”

“The worst?” I prompt her to answer.

“Yes.  Kouta, will you be upset if your father divorces me?”

“...Wouldn’t it be the other way?” I suggest, seeing as how I thought that was what was going to happen for some reason.  I don’t know why though.

“Why?”

“Well...dad…”  I was about to mention the infidelity, but mom caught it without me needing to finish

“Oh, you know about that?”

I look at Shiori with a sidelong glance.  She isn’t even phased about the subject matter.  Despite being a participant.

“I’m not angry.  I don’t blame your father for doing anything like that.  Rather, that’s the reason why I’m worried.   If it was just once, I don’t think there would be any reason to be worried.  But because it happened a second time… your father might… not want me anymore.”

“No way.  Dad loves you.” I say.  I know dad is crazy about mom, regardless of his indiscretions, he said as much on many occasions recently.  Not that I helped, telling him to pursue Shiho...

“I hope so.  I truly hope so.  I don’t want this family to separate, Kouta.  I also know I have no right to say it, but I want us to stay together.  I want us to live together again, even Kanae… I want to be here.”

“...Kanae…” I mouth...

My head suddenly surged with pain and I plant my hand on my forehead.

A vision pops in my head.

It’s a vision of Kanae and I when we were younger.

“...”

When I can focus my vision again, I see Shiori looking at me worried.

Shiori…

Why do you look so familiar to me?

I get up from the table and walk over to her.

“Shiori.. can I do something real quick?”

“Go ahead.”

I undo the red ribbon she always wears in her hair, and as her hair falls, I separate it into two strands in my hand, so it looks like twintails.  I stare at her face, and my mind is trying to recollect something.

“I… will protect you.  If no one else will, you can always depend on me...”

Why did I say that just now?

“Why… did I not protect you Shi-?”

Shiori reaches up to me and pulls me into a hug.  I have to dip a bit, but she is holding my head tight and I am pulled into her chest.  I can hear her heart beating fast.

“Shh.  Kouta.  Shh.”  She quiets me.

Is mom looking this way?  I can’t tell.

Somehow the importance I placed on Shiori is much higher at this moment than I ever believed it possible to be.

“It’s okay Kouta.  Don’t force it.” she says calmly.

Don’t force what?

…

Dinner wasn’t done, but Shi-chan excused us.

“Mama. I’m going to take care of Kouta right now.  Please excuse us.”

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“Be my guest. I’ll cover your plates, come back down when you are done.”

Shiori nods, grabs me by the hand, and takes me back upstairs.

She puts me gently on the bed, and begins to unclothe herself.

“Kouta.”

As she says those words, her bra falls to the floor, and I am greeted with her firm caramel breasts.  She then proceeds to place one into my mouth.

I suck on it.  I lick it, and I fondle the other one.

My hand moves to her lower bit, and it slips into her panties.  My hand is easily sliding in her cavern entrance, and I am doing battle with the slimes that guard the entrance.  They are no match for my shining finger sword.  No devil slime can stand against it.

I can’t intuit why she is initiating it now, nor do I want to.  I just want to be with my Shi-chan.

I can feel her getting so wet.  I want to be inside of her, helping her get more and more wet.  I want to battle with the foes inside and increase my level.  I want to conquer that dungeon.

“Kouta…”  I hear her gasp as I bite lightly on her fully peaked nipple.

I give a soft grunt, and I help her peel away my pants.  She also removes her panties, and she lays down, pulling me on top.

“Kouta.  Love me like this.”

Roger.  I will love you lots, my sweet… Lotus Blossom?

…

Ru…??

…

Ah~  I can feel it sliding inside so easily.

“Kouta<3”

I give up on her breasts.  I want her lips.  I put my own over hers and I fight for control.  I fight for control of her body, which is mine, but will be mine again and again, as many times as I need to make it mine, so she understands.

I pump and pump, my hips finding a rhythm that matches with her own.

“Hubby<3”

My son reacted crazily when she said that.

“Say it again.”

“Hubby<3 Inside of me…”

I can feel my son become like a force of nature, like a typhoon which will leave only destruction in its wake.

“Kouta.  I love you.”

“I love you Shiori… I only… love you!”

I shout it as I come.  I push into her as far as I can, and I mark her.  I mark my woman.

When I’m done, I can only roll to the side of her.

“I belong only to Kouta.”

…

That’s fucking right.

Only to me.

…

I see her lay back, and put her legs in the air.

My son is ready for a second round, seeing those solid caramel thighs.

I don’t give her a second to resist.

I force myself back into her, and she takes it.  “Kouta, give me all of it… all of you.”

I do.  Oh god do I do.

Whatever I left inside of her, churned into a creamy foam at her entrance.  I also felt her pant heavily, and she clamped down on my son tightly before I discharged my life force into her again.

“Kouta… I came… with you…”  She’s got a ragged breath, but she won’t release me from her grasp.  Her legs are wrapped around my waist, and she’s keeping me locked in herself.

“Why… didn’t I protect you?”  I ask.

For some reason this thought is paramount in my mind.

“You did, Kouta.  You protected me all through the night.”

“I did?”

“Yes.  Kouta protected me.  You were brave.”

I see.  I didn’t need to worry.  I protected her.

I collapsed onto her, my son no longer able to battle.  I just kissed her neck and worked my way back to her lips.

“Kouta.  I will stay with you, forever.”

“Forever?”

“Un.  I will always be Kouta’s woman.”

“Yes. You will always be my woman, Shiori.”

…

I left a pool of cum coming out of her.

“Shiori…”

“I’m glad… it’s not a safe day.”

!?

The post nut clarity hit me.  There’s no way…  if it’s not a safe day…

“I want it Kouta.  It’s okay.  Even if you are no good like papa. I want to have it.”

Why?  You are so young…  I’m not properly equipped…!

“Reiko mama is okay with it.  We can get married anytime.  She’s fine with it.”

“Mom is?”

“Un.  She says I can live here with you.  We can raise the babies together.”

“But what about school?  You are only a second year.”

“I can get a job with my mama.  Driving.”

“You can drive?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“I have a driver’s license.”

Huh.  I had no idea.  I never thought to ask.

Shi-chan, satisfied after leaving her legs in the air a second time, finally brings them down.  She then gets up, and moves to put her panties on without cleaning herself up.  She redressed entirely, and made me do so as well.

We returned downstairs to see my mother in the living room.  Shi-chan spies her pack and asks to have one.  The two of them relax and get to friendly conversation.  I take a seat at the table, and begin to work at the meal I wasn’t too interested in earlier.

I cleared my plate and made a second one, and cleared that too.

Sex with Shiori left me quite hungry.

I deposit my empty plate into the trash can, and head to the living room.

“Have fun, Kouta?” Mom smiles knowingly at me.

“I.. ah…”

“Ryo was like that.  He could go so many times.  Ah. I hope he gets home from work soon.”

“Did you let him know you were home?”

“Yes.  I sent him a message earlier when you were at the hospital.”

…?

“The hospital?”

I feel another memory.  

Shi-chan was there, draped over my body.

Mom was there running a finger through my hair.

Lime gelatin.

An angry voice from Kanae.

“Why was I in the hospital?”

“Kouta… got too rough.  Hurt Ruru, Kanae.  Had to stop you.  For your own good.”

“I hurt Ruru…?”

“Un.  Kouta… saw something bad.  Got upset.  Broke Ruru’s phone.  Hurt Ruru.  Kanae came.  Kouta hurt Kanae.  I hit you.”

“...”

“I’m sorry.  I don’t remember it.”

Why did you hit me?

“Better if you don’t.  I’ll take care of Ruru, Kanae.  Don’t worry.”

I nod.

I really don’t remember it.

All I can remember is this girl.  She’s lying hurt somewhere.  I’m holding her.  Except she’s not blonde like she is now.  Her hair is black, like at the hotel.

…

It’s bits and pieces.

She’s looking at me with tears in her eyes.   I can’t let go of her. She’s on my back, and I’m carrying her somewhere.

…

That’s all I can remember.

…

Mom looks at me.

“Who’s Ruru?” She asks.

I go to answer, but Shi-chan shakes her head.  Am I to keep quiet?

“Ruru-chi is our neighbor. Small girl who likes to eat.” Shi-chan says.

Mother accepts that explanation without an issue.

What time is it?  Is it that late?

I only ask because the door opens.

Dad walks in, sees me, Shi-chan, and mom sitting down in the living room.  For just a moment, it looked like he was going to turn around and walk out.

“Ryo!”  Mom gets up a bit slowly, but moves towards dad, and is held by him.

“Reiko.”

Dad puts his arms around her, and by now, there is no way he is unaware.

“Reiko?”

“We’ll talk about it later!” she says, dragging my father to the bedroom.  “Don’t wait up for us, kids!” she says enthusiastically, as she already has his tie undone, and is working on his shirt with one hand.

Good luck, pops.

Shi-chan turns on some television as she moves to the couch.  She slaps her legs with her hands, inviting me to a lap pillow.

Who am I to turn that down?

I fall asleep on the couch, in the warmth of the sanctuary that is my Shi-chan.

When I wake up, it’s to Dad shaking me.  Shi-chan is still asleep.  Mom is nowhere to be seen.

“Get up, and come with me for a moment.”  Dad’s eyes are bloodshot.

Is something wrong?

(Secret 69:  Kouta could only be told what happened that day.  His memory of it was never clear.  All he remembered was Ruru trying to show him a video.  It was painful for him when he was finally able to understand what happened.  He couldn’t apologise enough to Ruru for what he had done unknowingly.)

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