But Roland’s sudden embrace made Kasumi stiffen slightly. She could feel his body pressing against hers, as if their shapes were perfectly molded to fit together, like a match made in heaven.
This is a bit too bold and forward, she thought.
But that wasn’t the worst part. What truly made Kasumi’s uncomfortable—and what she wanted to scold him for—was the unmistakable bulge she felt against her ass creak.
How dare he let feel that?
Does he even realize I’m his elder?! I’m his aunt!
After a mont’s hesitation, however, Kasumi’s ultimately decided not to reprimand Roland.
Karena knew very well that Roland had been spoiled by the many benefits he received from the Yukino Family.
If she couldn’t offer him benefits comparable to what the Yukino’s provided, wouldn’t Roland ultimately choose Yukio, who treated him better?
Besides, she had already allowed Roland to enter her room at night. Was it really necessary to criticize this "minor" transgression?
So, she jsut simply leaned closer into Roland’s embrace, as if to signal her approval of the contact.
What could Roland possibly say to that? He desperately needed to replenish the "Aunt Energy" he had been severely lacking since leaving Yukio.
Without hesitation, Roland pressed his face closer to Kasumi, absorbing the Aunt Energy he had co to crave. He whispered softly in her ear, "Like a wife welcoming her husband?"
As he spoke, he tightened his grip around her waist, subtly implying who the "husband" in this scenario was.
Kasumi was visibly startled by his audacity. She tapped his forehead playfully, though with a hint of exasperation. "It’s a mother-in-law welcoming her son-in-law, you silly boy! Karena is going to be your wife, rember?"
"Um... what about you Aunt Kasumi?" Roland asked, looking at Kasumi with a pitiful expression, as if he would burst into tears if she refused.
That’s right, this was the infallible tactic he had used against Yukio before—the "cuteness overload" strategy!
Kasumi clearly fell for it too. Seeing his pitiful expression, her heart inexplicably lted.
Logically, shouldn’t elders find it most troubleso when younger children wear such a distressed look?
So why did she find this grown-up child utterly adorable?
Roland’s handso face could hardly be described as "cute," could it?
Yet Kasumi couldn’t help but admit to herself: This little guy really is quite handso, isn’t he?
Truth be told, Kasumi had never quite understood why she always found Roland so endearing.
She even insisted on calling him "Little Roland" in that cutesy way until a year ago, as if the idea that "Roland is adorable" had been permanently imprinted on her mind, sothing she couldn’t—and didn’t want to—erase.
Regarding this matter... Roland mother couldn’t help but wear another mysterious smile.
In any case, the mont she saw Roland’s utterly adorable expression, all of Kasumi’s defenses crumbled like a dand castle. She could only sigh helplessly, "Alright, alright. You’re such a big boy now, still wanting to play house with Aunt Kasumi? Then I’ll play your wife in private. Are you satisfied now?"
"Does that an we’re already married~?"
"Just pretending. Don’t get any ideas about doing anything inappropriate."
"Understood, understood~."
Roland’s heart leaped with joy. This is happening way too fast!
Even though it was just pretend, hadn’t Yukio said the sa thing about not exceeding the limits of the verbal contract she had with Haruno?
But he clearly rembered how that turned out.
This was clearly a fantastic start. Overjoyed, Roland reached out and firmly clasped Kasumi’s soft hand, their fingers intertwining tightly.
Kasumi, unable to resist, silently let him have his way.
But why was the tent suddenly starting to bulge more and more?
You naughty boy~.
[Aunt Kasumi’s Affection Breakthrough Mission 1: Holding Hands (2/3)]
***
In the kitchen, Kasumi had been preparing the al smoothly when she was alone. But ever since Roland arrived, her progress had slowed to a snail’s pace.
It wasn’t that Roland was holding her back, but the thing is that he kept pulling little pranks on her, making it increasingly difficult for her to focus on cooking.
Don’t believe ? Try cooking with your partner holding you soti. Even if your movents weren’t severely restricted, the little tent pitching below on your ass would be enough to distract anyone.
What? You don’t have a partner?
Oh, never mind then.
Whether the braised pork in the pot had turned red or not was just a guess, but a captivating blush had crept onto Kasumi’s maternal face.
When had she ever been touched by a man in such a way?
This tight but warm embrace from behind, treating her completely as his woman.
Though she had cuddled Roland while bathing him years ago, he was just a child back then, too young to understand. Even if he accidentally pressed against her body while being affectionate, she never took it seriously.
He’s just a child, she’d thought. He probably just got a little too close while cuddling. Why make a fuss about it?
But things were different now. Her little Roland had grown into a young man, still as adorable as ever, but now mature and aware.
How dare he show off his tent-pitching skills to her, even after becoming so mature? It was utterly disrespectful!
But she couldn’t stop but blushed furiously, never imagining she would so deeply feel the growth of the child’s she watched grow up in such a way. He was now many tis larger than when he was a cute little boy.
If that young man were to snuggle into her arms and act cute now...
The feeling would surely be overwhelmingly satisfying, wouldn’t it?
But wouldn’t doing that risk causing a fatal incident?
She’d better stock up on condoms at ho—enough to last a hundred per day!
Ahem, well, actually, she was just preparing for her daughter’s safety, getting them ready in advance.
After all, given Karena and Roland’s relationship, they could beco one at any mont, right?
They’re still students! If they accidentally caused a pregnancy, it would be disastrous. As their mother, shouldn’t she prepare condoms for her daughter in advance?
Exactly! It’s all for her daughter’s sake. How could she possibly use hundred condoms in a day? Even a ten would be pushing it!
Uh... wait, why am I thinking about myself again?!
Kasumi was utterly ashad. What kind of filthy, nonsensical thoughts had she been entertaining in her dirty mind? Instead of focusing on cooking properly, how could she have such disgraceful ideas about the child she had watched grow up since he was a baby?
The problem was that once these thoughts surfaced, they beca unstoppable. She desperately tried to refocus on cooking, but found it utterly impossible.
Every ti that bulge pressed even slightly closer against her, her mind was drawn to the tent-like bulge he created, and those shaful, dangerous thoughts would begin to spiral out of control.
For example...
Is that really so big?
Can it even fit inside ?
Js this boy trying to do sothing indecent to ?
Now that he’s grown so much, will I still fit him perfectly?
I hope I won’t bleed too much...
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