Chapter 1: CH 1

I loved the spring season because the cherry blossoms would bloom during that time.

Even though the word ‘winter’ was in my name.

This time of year would always make my heart skip a beat.

“Well then, Mom and Dad, I’m off.”

I placed my hands on the altar and stood up.

When I opened the front door, the soft spring sunshine illuminated the room.

Touma Tsukishiro —16 years old.

Today would be the day I become a sophomore in high school. 

Well, I was not as thrilled as when I had just started high school.

But it was still exciting.

“Yosh, let’s go!.”

I started walking on the asphalt, the fresh spring breeze blowing in my face.

◇◇◇◇◇

“Hey, Touma.”

As I took my seat in my new class, a familiar voice tickled my ears.

“Oh, Michisaburou.”

“How many times have I told you to call me Michi?.”

“Your face indicates something else.”

“What? Don’t get carried away just because your face is a bit more handsome than mine.”

“I’m not getting carried away.”

I was in the same class as my best friend again, which was nothing new.

Well, I guess I felt relieved.

“Oh, I did it! I’m in the same class as Tsukishiro-kun.”

“Lucky~”

“The bird Hattori is not needed though.”(TLN:-It’s just teasing friends calling them names you know chicken bird and all xD)

I could hear the girls whispering.

“Damn you, you little gigolo.”

“Why? I didn’t do anything.”

“You’re popular, yet you don’t really go out to hunt for girls. If I were you, I’d be a player already.”

“That sucks. Can we stop being best friends now?”

“I’m sorry!”

Michisaburou clinged onto me.

“Being best friends with you gives me a chance to talk to girls, even though I get compared to you. That’s how I ended up going on a date with a girl I was interested in over spring break.”

“Wow. And how did that turn out?”

“Don’t ask …”

“Don’t worry.”

I laughed and patted Michisaburou on the back.

◇◇◇◇◇

My parents died in a car accident when I was in elementary school.

Of course I was sad at the time. I was still very young.

At first, I was going to be taken in by a relative.

But I didn’t want to leave the house where I was living with my mom and dad.

That was why I had been doing my best to live on my own.(TLN: Respect++)

With the inheritance my parents left me, I didn’t have to be worried about living expenses.

I was used to doing housework such as cleaning and laundry, and could probably do it better than most girls my age.

I could cook my own meals.

Yes, so my life was properly enjoyable.

“Bon appétit.”

I ate my dinner alone.

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I made oyako-don1today.

The fluffy egg and the plump chicken were a perfect match.(TLN: Me hungry)

I was proud of myself.

“Un, it’s delicious.”

It was slightly lonely eating alone, but I was used to it.

It felt rather comforting.

However…

“… Sometimes, I wish I could eat food prepared by others.”

At times like this, I would think back to the time when my mother was still alive.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was warm because my dad would join us as the three of us sat around the table.

And I shouldn’t think about it

There was no use becoming sentimental about it.

“Thank you for the meal.”

I quickly finished washing the dishes.

I had already taken a bath, so all I had to do was relax and go to bed.

I sat down on the sofa and played with my phone.

“… Hmm?”

I was casually surfing the Internet.

Suddenly, an ad caught my eye.

“Housekeeper …”

Come to think of it, there was a lot of talk about it in dramas and such.

A housekeeper … had the image of a good-natured old lady

“I think, I’ll hire one”

I had been working so hard on my own.

It would be nice to splurge once in a while.

“10,000 yen for three hours … It’s a little expensive, but … Dad, Mom, I’m sorry.”

I prayed with one hand to the two in heaven and applied for a housekeeping service online.

◇◇◇◇◇

A holiday.

I had been feeling a little nervous since this morning.

I took the vacuum cleaner and got rid of the dust.

“I mean, even though the housekeeper is coming, I’ll do it myself … Well, the main thing is to have them make delicious meals. Is that okay?”

I’m sure a friendly old lady will be there, though.

Even so, I was somewhat nervous.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

“Oh, I think she’s here.”

I stood up and headed for the front door.

I opened the door with a bang.

“Konichiwa. I’m from the housekeeping service.”

“Oh, hi, thank you for coming …“

I stiffened.

The person standing there was not a good natured old lady that I had imagined… .

She was slender and tall, with long, soft hair and an overall calm aura.(TLN: ONEEE SANNNNNNNNN)

Her face was very well shaped and her style was … something amazing.

She was neat and tidy, but her ample breasts were very assertive.(TLN: Dream come true)

In other words, there was a beautiful Onee-san with very big breasts standing in front of me.

“My name is Kanako Sakurada, I’m 24 years old. It’s nice to meet you.”

She said this with a very pretty smile.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t close my mouth for a while.

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