Chapter 14: Third year, F**k boy

Posted on April 28, 2021by Soafp

Hello, I’m a third year f**k boy

I’m Yukito Kokonoe, and I’ve been given the nickname “Third year f**k boy”.

Isn’t that too much? What is a f**k boy anyways? Is it watching p*rn? There are students like this even in the first year! I’m sorry I’m not a Yokohama fan.1 Damn it…….

As the guy, who got the third-year student president and vice president to get down on their knees to become friends with me. I, Yukito Kokonoe, had become the most famous person in the school. The rumor has spread too far. The nickname I’ve been given is “3rd year f**k boy”. But let me tell you, I have never sexually threatened her. I don’t even know how to use a rubber. I’m not sexually active. I keep it in my bag for being safe Just in case something should happen, you know? It’s true!

　There was no sign of the “gloomy boy” plan. Just walking down the corridor, I could hear people whispering about me. In this case, the meaning of the word “playboy” was still somewhat understandable.

　Being exposed to the public and being given a nickname like this would have been very damaging if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m beyond steel and have the mental strength of a Carmeltazite.2 In that sense, it’s a good thing I’m still here.

After school. I was shooting by myself on the basketball court in the park. I don’t have any desire to play basketball anymore, but I can feel my body getting slower after being in the homecoming club. I also started running as part of my daily routine. Shooting mindlessly like this had a relaxing effect on my mind and helped me organize my thoughts.

“Hey, Yukito. It’s been a while!” (Hyakushin)

“Hyakushin-senpai?” (Yuki)

　I was approached from behind. There were several people gathered there. All of them were familiar faces to me. The person I called Hyakushin is not a senpai from this school. He is a member of the street basketball team that often practices on this court, and is currently a university student. We had met in junior high school when we were practicing outside, and since then we had played together occasionally.

“Did you join the basketball team in high school?” (Hyakushin)

“No, I’m in the homecoming club. I’ve been going through some stuff and I wanted to get some exercise.” (Yuki)

“Oh, so you have time today? Let’s play! (Hyakushin)

“Yes, sure” (Yuki)

“Okay! Let’s split into two teams. Yukito, you’re in that one.” (Hyakushin)

“Yes, sir.” (Yuki)

　It’s been a long time since we’ve played against each other, and I feel a little excited. I feel like I’ve forgotten these feelings for a long time now. In physical education classes, the more experienced students are forced to hold back in any sport. It is surprisingly rare to have the opportunity to go head-to-head with an opponent.

(It’s still fun.……)

　Yes, this feeling was “fun”. I was somewhat glad that I still had that feeling.

“Well, Yuri. I’m sorry you had to come all this way.” (Keido)

“What the hell does a senpai, who ruined my brother’s school life, want?” (Yuri)

“Again and again, I was careless. But I didn’t know it would spread like this. I’m sure he got a lot of attention.”(Keido)

“Oh, it’s only natural to say something like that in public!” (Suzurikawa)

“Calm down, Suzurikawa-san! (Sensei)

This is the student council room. There was no student council work to be done here. In the student council room, a meeting of Yukito was about to take place. Fujishiro was there as an advisor. However, it was not a friendly atmosphere. Rather, the air was somewhat tense and uncomfortable.

“The reason why I’ve arranged this meeting today is because I have something to ask you, Yuri.”

“I have nothing to say.” (Yuri)

“Don’t be so hard on me. I could be your sister-in-law.” (Keido)

“What?　Don’t be ridiculous. Don’t tell me you’re really trying to get my brother…….” (Yuri)

“Hahahahahaha!” (Keido)

“Answer me!　Don’t try to laugh it off!” (Yuri)

“No, no, no, I’m not giving you Yuki!” (Kamishiro)

“He doesn’t even belong to you!” (Suzurikawa)

　The noise grew louder and louder. Keido turned her gaze around once and then returned it to Yuri.

“Yes, this is the reason why I asked you to come here. What happened to him, Yuri?” (Keido)

“—-!” (Yuri)

　These words pierced Yuri’s heart. But it wasn’t just Yuri.

“You were clearly in a state of shock at the time. It’s true that I hurt him stupidly. I will make sure to pay for that. He knows where—–.” (Keido)

“So, Mutsuki-chan?　I told you not to do that!” (Mikumo)

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Yumi. It’s not a problem if both parties agree to it. I’m at a legal age too. We are getting off topic. I’ve been wondering about your attitude, Yuri. Tell me. What’s going on with him?” (Keido)

Don’t try to get involved. You and the others. Stay away from my brother! (Yuri)

“That’s not going to happen. Yuri, please tell me!”(Keido)

“It’s not that simple, you know.” (Yuri)

　Keido bowed deeply. Yuri was lost in thought. The parties involved are all here. But is it really okay to tell them? Normally, I shouldn’t tell them. However, Yuri was also worried. She didn’t know everything. There might be a pitfall or a hint in that unknown part. A hint to improve this situation. And there is even a possibility that the people involved are not the only ones in the room.

　But that was also a confession of sin.

“There’s only one condition. You must all tell me everything. No secrets will be tolerated. If you try to hide anything, even a little bit, you will never be allowed near my brother again. And don’t tell anyone about it.” (Yuri)

　I will save my brother. I will not waver in my commitment to do so. Yuri started to talk.

“Which one would you like, Yukito?” (Himiyama)

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I was caught off guard and preyed upon. On my way home, I accidentally ran into Misaki Himiyama, and before I knew it, I was being taken into her home. She asked me to join her with a big smile on her face, and when I tried to refuse, she gave me a very sad look. As a ladies first advocate, I had no choice.

“I’ll have the cake over there, please.” (Yuki)

“Fufu. Then I will prepare it. I’m so happy to see you today.” (Himiyama)

Himiyama-san’s house had changed since the last time I saw her. The cardboard boxes had been put away, and the interior and décor had completely changed to something more feminine. I guess that means I’m out of place here! She made me a cup of coffee along with a slice of cake. For some reason, she sat down next to me again, this time with her body right next to mine. Himiyama-san was wearing a floral perfume. I was completely convinced, she was open and inviting. Is she trying to seduce me?

　This is the age of social distance. I’m a shady guy, and my personal space must be about three times larger than other people’s, but that didn’t matter to Himiyama-san. Rather, I’m in close contact with her thighs and all. I may need a PCR test right now.3 Himiyama-san is a completely dense woman.

”It’s boring to eat alone, isn’t it? (Himiyama)

“Right..….” (Yuki)

Why was she asking that question? Is it an invitation for me to come and play with you?　Himiyama-san was not aware that she was a beautiful woman. I was sweating after a good game of basketball with the seniors, but now I was breaking out in a cold sweat. I used deodorant, but I’m worried about it at such a close distance.

“Excuse me, I smell like sweat. I’ve been exercising a bit.” (Yuki)

“Don’t worry about it, and I don’t hate it. It’s just a student thing.” (Himiyama)

She was in a great mood. Are you happy that I smell like sweat? I wonder if she has a smelling fetish. I’m on the verge of a crisis. If I don’t get out of here right now, I was going to be stuck in the mud.

　My mom is beautiful, but Himiyama-san is also beautiful. A beautiful person will always remain beautiful. It’s not fair. When my mother came to visit my class, I couldn’t make eye contact with her at all because she was so beautiful. There were a lot of other parents there, but my mom was the most beautiful, no matter how much I looked at her. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t look back and just stared straight ahead at the blackboard.

　My mother is nice to me. Even though it wasn’t my birthday or Christmas, she would buy me all kinds of things. Thanks to her, I’ve never wanted anything in particular. I can’t help but feel the same way about Himiyama-san.

“Yukito-kun, would you like to have dinner with me? (Himiyama)

“No, that’s not a good idea. My mother made dinner already.” (Yuki)

“Oh, yes, of course. I’m sorry for asking. It’s a shame. Can I ask you again some other time? Will you come then?” (Himiyama)

“Yes……” (Yuki)

　The answer is obviously NO. But I’m Japanese, so I couldn’t say no in this situation. By the way, my mom has been working from home lately, so she’s been spending a lot more time at home, and she has been cooking dinner for us. Until recently, my cooking skills have been improving greatly, mainly because I’ve been making dinner. It’s a shame that I haven’t had many opportunities to show off my cooking skills these days.

　When I was about to leave after being unexpectedly treated to a cake, Himiyama-san looked sad and saw me off. I’m sure she’s a nice person, but her sense of distance is incredibly broken. I’m sure she likes me, right? (A common misconception among virgins.) It’s hard being a popular guy! Even though I never had girlfriend but I will keep that to myself.

[Mother’s PoV]

My son was a little late coming home today. I heard that he had visited Ms.Himiyama at her home. Apparently, he was invited. It seems like a simple neighborhood affair, but I can’t help but feel something more than that. After all, the boy is popular in both good and bad ways. He also has bad luck with women, I have an idea what caused it. He’s a curious kid after all. He is unstable and has a certain sense of insecurity and I was the reason for that.

　No matter how much I regret it, I cant get over it. A child’s personality is formed at a very young age. I wondered how much love and affection I had given him at that time. By the time I realized it, it was too late; I was too lax because it was my second child.

“Mom, you know, today…” (Yuki)

“I’m sorry. It’s late today, so we’ll talk again tomorrow, okay?” (Mother)

“Okay.” (Yuki)

“Today at……” (Yuki)

“I’m going to be late today. Can you and your sister eat dinner first?” (Mother)

“Yes.” (Yuki)

　The fact that I was busy with work and it was an important time for me to get back on track was just an excuse. As I kept repeating this, I noticed that the boy had stopped talking to me. Foolishly, I even mistook it for growth. I didn’t notice anything. I hadn’t been looking at the child properly.

　And there was a part of him that was spoiled by Yuri as a big sister. The roles of mother and sister are different. I had forgotten that she could never take my place. She was still just a child. As a result, Yuri reached her limit and overflowed.

　Then that incident happened.

After that, Yukito was like a different person… Something was missing.

　After that, I began to worry about whether I was treating him properly. No matter how I felt or what I said, I didn’t feel like I was conveying the right message to my son. I feel as if his dark eyes are rejecting me.

On birthdays and Christmases, I used to beg my parents for thing. Yuri often said that there was something she wanted. However, Yukito has never asked for anything before. He even forgot his own birthday once. He had no interest in himself. He thinks less of himself. I feel like as a mother I’m not necessary.

I was afraid of that, so I would buy him things that he seemed to want at any given moment. But what I really should have done was not to do what I was doing. I knew that….

　When I went to visit the class, I froze. While the other kids were shyly turning their heads back, looking at their mothers and talking to each other, Yukito was just looking ahead without giving me a glance. There was no conversation until I spoke to him. Perhaps he thought that I wouldn’t be there anyway.

And later, I was so unhappy with myself that my sister, Sekka, who was furious with me, insisted on taking my son. I argued with her, but she had a point, and I couldn’t disagree that I had neglected caring for him, and hadn’t given him enough love. And so that child lived with Sekka for a month. Since then, Sekka has been very concerned about Yukito or rather, she cares about him too much. In any case, she is always very attached to him, almost acting like a cat with its owner. She is also dangerous because her eyes are strangely glowing.

　I can’t help but feel that Himiyama-san has the same kind of presence as my sister. It may be too late. But still, I have to face my son properly once again. Now that I am working from home, the time I can spend with my son has increased significantly. I can’t let this opportunity go to waste. No matter how slow it is, no matter how long it takes for him to get the message, I can’t miss the chance to be a mother and give him love! No matter how late.

　I feel a strange sense of rivalry with Himiyama-san. I am the mother of that child. That’s the only thing I can’t give up. A sense of desperation welled up in my heart.

“Yukito, why don’t we take a bath together sometime?” (Mother)

While my son was taking a bath, I entered the bathroom to wash his back, I wonder when was the last time we took a bath together like this. I’ll wash his head, scrub his back. Ara, just like that, I’m feeling a lot of connection.

“Oh my god, I can’t even rest in my own house!?” (Yuki)

　Ara, I wonder what’s wrong?

　My son’s scream echoed in the bathroom.

1- Surprise it’s an actual p*rnstar or multiple since a lot go by that name

2- It’s actually a type of gemstone and surprisingly stronger than diamond

3- A test where they find if you have a virus/disease (simpler version)

Ed- Hello editor here, I actually like the mother-son relationship but not in a lewd way, who doesn’t want to see a mother give affection to her son even though it’s a misunderstanding. If there are any mistakes or errors please comment down below. Anyways hope y’all enjoyed chapter 14 of the series :)

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