Chapter 26: -26- Chigusa’s Appeal

Making our way back inside the house, both of us with pretty sore feet, we collapsed together on the couch.

“I’ll… make dinner later.” She said, sounding exhausted.

“No rush, I’m hurting too…” 

Chigusa leaned against the arm of the couch and put her feet up on my lap.

“Nee~  Shota, spoil me just a bit more~”

It was obvious what she wanted.

I slowly peeled her socks off one by one, a bit moist on the bottom from sweat, and let them drop on the floor beside the couch.  I gently began to massage one of her feet, slowly working my way up to her ankles and then her calf, before moving in the opposite direction on her other leg.

She was making exaggerated sounds of pleasure, sure, but she was being relaxed by it while trying to tease me.  This wasn’t the first time I’ve massaged her feet.  I used to do it often when we were together and waiting for pizza to arrive at her insistence.

“I miss when you used to do this for me.”

“It has been a while since the last time.”

“Un.  I had a great time today, Shota.  I know you didn’t have to do a thing with me, but I’m glad you did.”

“Sure, sure… I have to reward good behavior sometimes, though you were almost headlining my naughty list this morning.”

“Does that make you Shota Claus, then?”

“If it does, then does that make you a ho, ho, ho?”

“If I had a sock left, I’d throw it at you!” she complained, cutely.

“That’s why I disarmed you first!”

I finished massaging her feet and she rotated her ankles until one of them made a popping sound.

“Mmmh… that was nice.  Want me to rub your feet now?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Then, is there anything special you want to eat?”

“Not really.  I’m sure whatever you make is fine.”

“Omurice for dinner, yay~”

“Eh?”

Omurice again?

“Kukuku~  Just kidding.  Give me a minute and I’ll go see what’s easy to make.”

That minute turned into ten, which then turned into half an hour.  We were watching an entertaining program and we did eat a bit while we were out, so I didn’t press her.  When it ended she hopped up by herself and began pouring water into a pan.  It clanged on the stove, just loud enough to be heard.  

“You okay in there?”  I called out to her.

“Yeah…, is ramen okay?”

“Sure.”

You’d think after taking her out on a date and easily spending 10,000 yen, dinner would be a bit more elaborate, but it was in fact, just ramen.  It was ramen with a few additions, namely some vegetables, a boiled egg, and some narumaki flakes.  Instead of eating in the kitchen, she brought both our bowls out to the living room table, then went back to fetch us drinks.

She chose one of Mayuri-san’s cold beers, of which there was a significant amount to be pilfered from still, and brought me a cold can of cola as well.

Without any added tension, we just watched whatever looked interesting and enjoyed an easy snack for dinner.

Mayuri-san is always so dedicated to making delicious meals, I kind of forgot how much I enjoyed just a lazy-made bowl of instant ramen.  They were downed quickly enough that the noodles hadn’t gotten to that too-soggy point.

“That hit the spot!” She said, after tipping back the last of her broth.

“You said it, Chigusa.” I agreed, leaving a little broth leftover.

She took both of the bowls back to the kitchen, cleaning up after herself, and then came back into the living room and stretched.

She came back to the couch but then proceeded to climb onto my lap.

“What… are you doing?”

“Mmm… I wonder~”

Her arms wrapped around me, and I found myself the recipient of a full body hug.

“Chigusa…”

“Ten seconds… you can even count.”

I started counting.  When I reached zero she followed up with one minute.  So I started counting down from fifty nine, when I reached zero a second time, she let go.

“It’ll have to do.”

Then she twisted off of me and was seated next to me, her head resting in my lap.

“Hi.”

I looked down.

“Hello?”

She giggled.

“You having fun messing with me?”

“You have no idea.”

“I can imagine.”

I poked her forehead.

“I love you, Shota.  Even if you can’t say it back to me.”

I nodded.  If I say it back, then it creates more problems.

She took my hand and pressed it next to her warm cheek then brought it to her lips and kissed it.  With her free hand, she began to lift her shirt, but stopped at her breasts, exposing her scar.

“Shota…”

She took my hand and folded my fingers, then traced my finger along the discolored skin which went across her chest horizontally before opening my hand again and placing it palm down between the lower part of her breasts.

I could feel her heart beating.

My phone on the table began to play a song, letting me know it was my wife who was calling me tonight.  Holding my hand firmly in place with hers, she reached for my phone and answered it in my place.

“Hi, mom!”

“…”

“Yeah, he’s here.  He’s currently got his hand between my breasts.”

Chigusa!

“Huh?  No, nothing like that.  I am going to sleep with him tonight.”

“…”

“Yeah.  He’ll probably try.”

“…”

“We went on a date, it was fun.”

“…”

“Ramen.”

“…”

“Because it was easy!  We were tired from walking around.  Before he got to taste your home cooking he was a junkie for this stuff.  I used to eat it with him all the time.”

“…”

“Yes, he was satisfied.  Oh...  uh-huh… sure, here he is.”

She handed the phone up to me, and I quickly took it.

“Mayuri-san?”

“Having a good time with my daughter while I’m away?”

“It depends on what you consider a good time.”

“Has she been behaving?”

“For the most part.  She wanted to go out, so I figured it was the safest thing to do.”

“That’s nice.  Did you two have fun?”

“Mm… I think so.  We took a walk in the park, shared a crepe, visited a manga shop, went to the batting cages, had some pizza, caught a movie, and went Karaoke with her friends.”

“Her friends?  Those two hoodlums, Saori and Izumi?”

“Yeah, those are the ones.”

“Ha~h… Shota-kun?”

“Yes?”

“Is your hand really between my daughter’s breasts?”

“…yes.”  I answered softly, ashamed.

“Can you do me a favor, as both your wife and as her mother?”

“Anything.”

“Grab a boob and squeeze it hard enough for me to hear her yell.”

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“Eh?”

“It’s for punishment’s sake.  If she thinks I will let it slide just because I’m not there, she has another thing coming.”

“Do… I have to?”

“Yes.  I’m asking you as both.  Make her scream.”

“Alright…”

I slowly slid my hand upwards, and while looking down at her face I saw her eyes widen as she felt me sliding over her breast underneath her shirt.  I smiled at her, and then mercilessly squeezed her boob as hard as I could.

“AAAHHH!   FUCK!   LET GO OF MY BOOB!”

She scrunched her body and tried to pry my hand off of her chest.  I let go almost immediately though, the deed was done.

“Thank you, Shota-kun.  I’m glad you two had a good time today.  I love you very much, but I’m a bit tired and want to turn in early, so I will talk to you in the morning.  Can you please hand the phone back to Chigusa now?”

“Ah, sure.  I love you too, Mayuri-san.”

“I never doubted it for a moment.”

I handed the phone back to Chigusa and pulled my hand out from underneath her shirt.

“Yes?”

“…”

“…yes…”

“…”

“It wasn’t like that!”

“…”

“I will.”

“…”

“I can?”

“…”

“Okay, love you too.  Bye mom.”

She held the phone away from her face in time to see the end call notification flashing.  She reached over and put the phone back on the table.

“That hurt!”  She said, slapping my chest.

I shrugged.

“Wife’s orders.”

“Did you have to squeeze so hard?  I would have liked it more if you did it gently.”

“It wouldn’t be a punishment if I did it gently, would it?”

“Tch.”  She clicked her tongue.

“Well, she gave me permission at least.” She said, smiling intensely.

“Permission?  For what?”

“I got permission to sleep with you at night from now on!”

“EH?”

“Just to keep you company, nothing else.”

“Give me a break here!!”

If I didn’t know Mayuri-san’s behavior when acting as Chigusa’s mother, I’d call her out on it as bullshit immediately, but… that’s the kind of person Mayuri-san is.  Kind to a fault.  A huge fault.  A catastrophic fault.  Giving her daughter permission to sleep with me while she’s out of town, and knowing that she has these kinds of feelings for me and could easily act on them?

I get that she trusts me… but GIVE ME A BREAK!!!

So, while I dreaded what was to come, Chigusa was looking happier than ever.  It got late and it was time for bed.  But walking around all day did work up a bit of a sweat and that made me want to take a bath.

“Let’s take one together!”

“How about no?”

“You sure about that, Shota?  The two of us got all hot and sweaty earlier, and being close to each other tonight having to smell each other’s scent… it could be dangerous… I thought you were the one who wanted to keep it all nice and safe?  Well, it’s fine with me if you want to play risky.  We’ve certainly done it before~”

“Ugh.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“…”

“I’ll be good, promise, promise~”

Getting roped into it somehow, we ended up in the bathroom together, where she was only too happy to strip.  I did my best to ignore what I could.  I washed her back, she washed mine.  She offered to wash my front, but I declined.

The usual back and forth.

I went in first to the shower, and then without hesitation, she joined me.  

When you have a beautiful naked woman only inches away from you, using a floral scented herbal shampoo and the fragrant aroma drifts toward you, while you are doing your best to suppress the natural desires a man has for a woman making obvious advancements, a mistake is bound to happen.

I kept dreading when that moment occurred.

I dreaded it when she offered to wash my hair.  I dreaded it when she pressed her soft breasts up against my back on purpose.  I dreaded it when she kept giggling, like she was a predator toying with her wounded prey.

But dread as I might, the only incident that occurred was when she asked me to look at her.  Specifically, she wanted me to touch it again… her scar.

If it was any other part of her body, I would have declined immediately.

This was a matter of trust and acceptance for her.  I may have been letting my partner steer my thinking a bit, but for just that much… I gave in.

My fingers traced along it from side to side, slowly, and then back again.

Our eyes met after that and she threw herself into me, holding tightly to me and pressing her body against mine.  I was at full attention and I knew something was going to happen.

I knew this is where I fucked up.

And I did fuck up, but not the way I expected.

“Only you, Shota.”

She whispered it to me as the words mixed with the sound of water falling from the showerhead onto the ground.  Even though I was pressing against her, my body betraying my heart, she held me fast and kept saying over and over.

“Chigusa…”

She eventually relented, and released me from whatever… that was.

“U…un.  We…we’re both nice and clean now… right?”

She exited the shower quickly, unwilling to face me. Wrapping herself in a towel while still dripping wet, she fled and went to her room, leaving me alone in the shower.

I let out a sigh of temporary relief.

I could only look down and realize how big of a problem this was becoming.  I hoped Mayuri-san would come home soon.

Unlike Chigusa, I dried off properly and dressed, then headed to bed.  It was a while before she came in after all.  She had on a plain tee-shirt and shorts that barely showed themselves beneath the hem of the shirt.  She quickly moved to the bed, wordlessly and climbed in, making her way into the same spot as she did the night before, and as her mother did regularly.  Her arm draped over my chest and she lay there, eyes closed, breathing lightly.

Though I was curious, I knew asking what that was in the shower was a terrible idea that would lead to more problems, so I just shut up and closed my eyes as well, trying to drift off to sleep.

It was peaceful.

I was almost asleep after what felt like forever trying, before I heard a muffled sound I couldn’t distinguish where it was coming from.  If my PC was on, I’d say it was a fan spinning, but that couldn’t have been the case.

Chigusa was breathing a bit more steadily, though her face looked like she was having a disturbing dream.

I ran my fingers through the lower part of her hair, and that’s when it happened.

She shook.

She squeezed me tightly, and her body shook.

But it was the kind of shaking I was familiar with now.  The kind of shaking Mayuri-san helped me learn how to make happen to her.

Chigusa was faking her sleep.  The way she was breathing now gave away any misconceptions I had that she was.  She was lying next to me and having an orgasm.

She didn’t stop at the one.

The sound I was acutely listening to quieted down for a while, and then picked up again once more a while later.  Again her whole body shook, and again the noise quieted down as she tried her best to cover her ragged breathing.

This happened once more, the final time, when the noise stopped and she made the move of draping her leg over mine.  I could feel a dampness and strong heat coming from… there.

I also feigned sleep, absently running my fingers through her hair at random intervals, so as to not give away my own state of consciousness.

An almost inaudible whisper happened before she truly fell asleep.

“I’ll find a way to be yours, even if I have to share.  Because you were my Shota first.”

Sleep didn’t come easy.

It didn’t come hard either.

All night long, no matter how hard it was, it never came.

I endured hell.

And morning eventually came.  

But only morning came.

Only morning.

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