I Really Don't Want a Girlfriend Anymore Chapter 499 499: Things Seem to Be Getting More Interesting

Under the sa night.

Just back at her apartnt, Yukino—about to shower while carrying her clothes—received a call from her mother.

"You called yourself… Is there sothing important you want to tell ?"

Hearing her tone of slight disbelief, the voice on the other end replied softly yet authoritatively:

"Why, is it strange for a mother to call and check on her daughter living alone outside?"

"No, I didn't an that…" Yukino's petite beautiful face showed slight helplessness; her voice unconsciously softened.

"I'm sensing a bit of mother-daughter strain. Don't be nervous—this is my side's issue."

Comforting gently, Saori chuckled lightly but decided in an undeniable tone: "Starting today, I'll call you regularly at this ti to ask about your school life. So you don't secretly complain that your mother doesn't care because you've been living out for so long."

"Mom, I really don't think that…" Yukino sighed almost like a whine.

She turned from the bathroom door, placed her pajamas on the table, and slumped listlessly onto the sofa.

Her face full of headache.

"You worry too much—I'm fine outside, nothing to report daily… Besides, are you calling this late just to chat?"

Yukino tried steering the conversation properly to end the call quickly.

Her mother wasn't always authoritative.

Though since young she never dared disobey her orders and instructions—would back down under her serious gaze—and greatly respected this Yukinoshita family head who prospered the family and never lost to others; once having the biggest dream to beco a woman like her.

But Yukino also often saw her mother teasing them sisters like children—sotis childish and unserious; feeling very familiar with this unknown side of her mother.

…And sowhat hard to handle.

What else—Saori was a woman who seamlessly switched between joking and serious—maybe smiling teasingly one second, warning cautiously with sarcastic cold tone the next.

Her attitude changed easily—making one unable to guess her thoughts.

Far harder than always-serious people. Maybe this is dealing with a tiger?

Though this tiger was one of her most loved family mbers.

"Well, though I want to continue this rare mother-daughter chat ti—but it's late. The rest when we et."

Saori sighed softly as if lanting; next mont back to soft calm tone.

"Yukino—this weekend is Sōbu's Cultural Festival, right? I heard your club made a short film—I'll co see it. Rember to save a seat."

"!" Still recovering from surprise, Yukino unconsciously opened her mouth—rejection words nearly out.

But ultimately she bit her lip annoyedly, said nothing, and fell silent.

…If her mother truly wanted to co—she couldn't stop her.

Though phrased as a question—her mother's tone clearly showed decision made, not easily swayed.

To change her mind—needed sufficiently strong and true reasons.

If reasons better than hers—mother wouldn't be stubborn, even gladly change—but worst: neither she nor her sister ever succeeded in the past.

As usual—Yukino silently accepted the fact, fully giving up futile struggle.

The existence that could make her surrender unconditionally—perhaps only her mother in this world…

Well—besides that man.

"Haruno will tell you the exact ti. We might co together—rember to pick us up." Saori still gently ordered.

"I understand. But that day I still have executive committee work—so I can't spare much ti."

Hugging her knees, back leaning on the soft sofa backrest.

Answering flatly—a cold light flashed in Yukino's eyes; mouth corners slightly sneered.

So this was her sister's doing again…

(Leaking about Service Club filming—arousing Mom's interest in the Cultural Festival—what's her plan?)

(Want Tenkuji-kun to et the parents early?)

(No—she can't be that stupid.)

With her advantage—impossible to imagine Mom opposing her relationship with him; might even actively matchmake—and doing things benefiting others completely against Haruno's acting principles.

"Hmph…"

Rubbing the deep crease between her brows, Yukino sighed softly; expression serious again.

Even after yesterday's incident—her sister seed to have no plan to behave…

True—no mistake. This is what Haruno would do.

She was already wary—the rest was how to counter her move.

"No problem—I won't stay long; have to return to work after a quick look."

Saori's voice brought Yukino's thoughts back; she said relieved: "I see… Then I'll try to make ti. If truly can't—I can only ask my friends to welco you."

"No need to trouble—whatever's convenient." Saori opened her fan, saying slightly displeased: "In my daughter's eyes—is your mother the type to cause trouble if unsupervised?"

"…Not really. Just calr with soone watching." Struggling to suppress the urge to say the truth, Yukino said calmly: "Anything else? If not—I'll shower and sleep."

"Alright—that's it. Good night, Yukino."

Following her mother's soft sincere voice, Yukino also smiled thinly, saying softly into the phone:

"Good night, Mom."

Just as she was about to hang up—Saori suddenly spoke again, as if rembering sothing unsaid.

"Oh right, Yukino."

"Yes?"

"If you have a boyfriend—rember to tell the family."

"…"

"Not restricting your dating freedom—I trust your judgnt; you won't choose soone unclear… But in dating matters—as a Yukinoshita daughter, you must be more careful than others."

"Hmm…"

"Your sister's also in a new relationship recently—even handmade a bracelet for her boyfriend; truly back to high school girl in love days… Just she's very secretive—told nothing; I haven't heard of anyone close to her on campus."

"Haah…"

"Yukino—I hope you're not like Haruno; give your mother a bit more trust. Once sure he's reliable—bring him ho for us to see. The Yukinoshita family's future son-in-law can't et the parents only before the wedding."

"That…"

"Not urging you to find a boyfriend imdiately—you're only seventeen; studies more important. But if one day you et soone you like—Yukino you must rember…" The old-lady-like talk stopped; Saori asked confused: "What? Seems you want to say sothing."

"…"

Looking at the bright night outside the large window, Yukino slightly opened her mouth—hesitating several seconds.

Coughing to hide her embarrassnt, face slightly flushed, she said calmly into the phone:

"Unlike Nee-san—I already have a boyfriend in a stable relationship. He's my classmate and sa club."

"…You sure?" After brief silence, Saori asked with unconcealed surprise: "You already have a boyfriend?!"

Yukino couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Yes… Even I—have soone I love and want to be with forever."

If it's her mother—maybe just seeing her expression talking about Yuu, Mom could already realize sothing, right?

Then—better confess their relationship frankly before Mom realizes herself—afterward, she'll apologize to Yuu.

After all—in their relationship, this step ultimately unavoidable…

And honestly—Yukino didn't want to avoid it.

Introducing Yuu as her lover to her mother—just thinking of the scene, Yukino felt her chest hot, whole body tingling—shy and awkward, but so happy she didn't know what to say.

Because she loves Yuu—she wants those around her to love him too.

She wants Yuu to like her family—wants to see satisfied expressions on her mother's face.

Yukino gently placed her palm over her faster-beating heart, took a deep breath trying to stay calm—but her mouth corners and tone unconsciously lifted into happy relieved curves.

"So—no need to bring him ho; you'll et him at the Cultural Festival!"

And at this mont—Yukino unconsciously forgot the most important thing.

Yuu isn't just her boyfriend.

In other words—that is—Yuu isn't just the Yukinoshita family's future son-in-law.

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Yuigahama residence.

"Mom—you really want to co to our school?"

"Why—can't a thirty-sothing old lady like approach your high schoolers' sacred grounds?"

Mama Yuigahama pouted dissatisfied—like a sulking child, hands on hips glaring at her daughter.

Plus her graceful mature youthful face—though not cute, had a bit of childish mischief.

Drying her wet hair, Yuigahama muttered softly: "I didn't say that—though soon forty…"

"Still years away okay?!"

Vein bulging on her forehead, mouth corners twitching with a scary smile, Mama Yuigahama ordered undeniably: "Anyway I don't care—I'm coming to your school's Cultural Festival! I want to see what film your club made! I want to know where you usually flirt with Yuu-kun!"

Her tone more like a child's whine than an order—less mature than her high school daughter.

Already used to her mother's trying-to-act-young appearance, Yuigahama sighed tiredly: "Mom—you're really childish…"

"Please call it youthful spirit." Saying that proudly, Mama Yuigahama also imitated her daughter—sighing disappointedly, even deliberately loud: "So ungrateful—who locked herself in her room refusing to co out over emotional issues—needing Mom to care, advise, be her trash bin and confidante…"

"Alright alright! I didn't say I won't let you go!" Before she went too far, Yuigahama quickly stopped her—face flushed embarrassed: "And besides—you know the way to school; you can go anyti—why ask ?"

Mama Yuigahama raised two fingers, explaining casually: "First—respecting my daughter's wishes. Second—a wife mixing with energetic young teens could be a huge ntal shock… I need soone to accompany strolling."

"Where's the respecting my wishes…" Yuigahama set down the towel, rolling her big eyes at her mother: "But I still have to help club activities and class exhibits—so I can't accompany you the whole ti; you'll have to walk around alone."

Mama Yuigahama's eyes sparkled: "Then—can I ask Yuu-kun to accompany ?"

"No way!"

Like a puppy guarding its bone, Yuigahama jumped from the sofa—baring teeth at her.

"He's my future son-in-law—wouldn't it be better for you to build a good relationship with him now…" Seeing her daughter start narrowing eyes—as if ready to pounce and rub her face with the just-used wet hair-drying towel, Mama Yuigahama hurriedly waved hands and backed off.

"Alright alright—I won't talk to him without your permission; even if I do—it'll be under your supervision. Geez—having a boyfriend ans no need for Mom; didn't expect Yui to be so heartless."

"I didn't say I don't need you. Who told you to keep teasing —of course I'd get mad."

Yuigahama huffed loudly, sat back on the sofa, warning unhappily: "Listen carefully—don't do anything to embarrass okay? My friends and Yuu-kun's little sister will be there too—please stay the gentle wise mother; don't let your secrets get exposed."

"What secrets? I'm always this gentle and wise—far better than you lancholic blonde girl!"

Retorting while ruffling her daughter's hair—before her daughter yelled and jumped angrily, Mama Yuigahama turned lightly, humming toward the kitchen.

"Finally an official mother-child eting… Aww—hope the son-in-law's more attentive than the daughter."

"Mom!"

"Not saying anymore—not saying anymore~"

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Video call ongoing, Masuzu frowned at Mana; after hearing her sister's unilateral notice, she asked sowhat firmly:

"Transfer schools after the Cultural Festival? Why? Is that his order…"

"Not really. Dunno—suddenly I want to transfer to the sa school as you, Masuzu… Don't misunderstand—this isn't to protect you or anything; I'm just doing what I want!"

"Heh—I don't think that. Is this surveillance? Did he notice sothing?"

"Tch… Anyway—I'll co to your school during the Cultural Festival to look around; then directly transfer to Sōbu first year! That's it—stupid big sis Masuzu—see ya!"

"Hey—Mana—!"

Call disconnected unilaterally.

Looking at the darkened phone, Masuzu unconsciously bit her thumb nail—head down with gloomy expression, muttering slightly anxiously:

"Mana actually wants to transfer… With that kid's personality—everything will definitely get more troubleso…"