It was Monday.
Tomorrow was the day of our hot spring trip.
The dream was still vivid in my mind.
Why did that mory co back to ?
Perhaps it’s because I planned to take Kotoha’s anal virginity on this hot spring trip that I was reminded of how she was in my previous life.
During this trip, I wanted to make Kotoha’s first ti as pleasant as possible. A happy mory that she would rember forever.
I did my usual routine.
I woke up late so I cooked my lunch before leaving for the gym.
After I finished with the gym, I went to the mall to buy a collar for Kotoha.
Since I had such a pleasant dream last night, I wanted to do so pet play with Kotoha later today.
After a full day of running errands, it was evening by the ti I ca ho.
I ca to the Minase house to have dinner as usual, knocking on the door.
Hikari ca to get at the door in her housewife clothes, a gentle smile hanging on her face.
“Souta-kun. Welco ho.”
“I’m ho? Is it my house now?”
“Since you co over everyday, I wanted to try saying it.”
“It felt nice. I haven’t said it in a long ti.”
“Then, I’ll say it every ti from now on.”
“Can I get a copy of the house keys too?”
“Do you want one?”
“No, I prefer seeing you at the door actually.”
“Troubleso.”
We entered the house together.
“Where is Kotoha?”
“Watching TV.”
“Making her mom get the door, what a bad daughter.”
“Fufu. Right?”
“What are we cooking today?”
“I cooked already. Just go sit with Kotoha for now.”
“Hikari-mama, you don’t want to cook with anymore?”
“When did I say that? I didn’t want you to do any more work since you’re treating us to the hotspring tomorrow.”
“That’s very kind of you.”
“Just go sit already.”
“Alright, alright.”
I went into the living room to go see Kotoha while Hikari went to go prepare food in the kitchen.
Kotoha was sprawled on the couch lazily watching a talk show. She was still in her pajamas, a thin white tank top with shorts. Was she rotting here the entire day?
“Souta-kun! When did you co?” She yelped in surprise.
“Just now, you didn’t hear knock the door?”
“No?”
I sat on the couch with her and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She let out a content sigh before suddenly jumping up.
“Wait! Souta-kun! I forgot to do my hair!”
“You look fine though?”
“Hnng, I can’t believe you saw like this… I’ll go get dressed.”
“Wear a skirt.”
Kotoha went red. What perverted thoughts were running through her mind?
“…Okay.”
I scrolled through my phone while waiting for Hikari-mama to finish dinner and Kotoha to co back.
I scrolled through my phone, waiting for Hikari to finish dinner and for Kotoha to return. She reappeared surprisingly quickly, a plain t-shirt tucked into a pleated skirt that showcased her supple thighs. Her hair was neatly done. It was remarkable how much effort she’d managed in such a short ti. She looked like she was about to head out for a date.
“You look cute.”
“Do I?” She smiled, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.
She did. Super cute.
Hikari arrived from the kitchen, still in her apron.
“Oh my. Are you going sowhere after?” she asked.
Kotoha’s eyes imdiately found mine, her head tilting in a silent question.
“Are we going sowhere, Souta-kun?”
“Just a walk after we eat.”
“Is that so? You two haven’t walked together in a while.”
“Has it been that long? Would you like to co as well, Hikari-san?”
“Maybe on another day.” She declined with a simple smile.
She was giving us space. Considerate, as always. Hikari-mama, I would have changed my plans for a wholeso ti with you, you know?
“Let’s eat.”
“Thanks for the food!”
“Thanks for the al!”
The table held a simple al: rice, miso soup, fried fish. Its beauty was in its comforting simplicity. The three of us seated together like this truly felt like ho.
“Souta-kun, we’re leaving tomorrow, right?” Hikari asked, picking delicately at her fish.
“The hot spring? We have to be up early.”
“Did you hear that, Kotoha?”
“I know. I have the dates marked on my phone and calendar.”
“Soone is excited.”
“Of course I am!”
“Are you going to be able to sleep tonight?”
“I’m not a kid!”
I chuckled at the mother-daughter interaction.
“Look what you did! Now Souta-kun is laughing at !”
“Oh really? Are you laughing at Kotoha?”
“No, no. It makes happy to see how well you two get along.”
“Nice save.”
We wrapped up dinner with more easy conversation.
“Should I help with the dishes?”
“It’s fine. Just go on your walk.”
“Then, I will do that.”
“I thought you would protest more.”
“I suppose I’ve learned.”
“That’s right. You don’t have to be so considerate in this house.”
“If you say sothing like that, I might end up doing sothing rude by accident, you know.”
“Like what?”
“I can’t imagine being rude to Hikari-san, actually.”
“Fufu. Just go already.”
Chased away, I found Kotoha already waiting by the door.
“Shall we go?” She smiled, reaching out her hand.
I took it, and we stepped out into the evening. The night air was cool against my skin. The quiet streets, the pools of light from the streetlamps, our elongated shadows rging on the pavent. It all combined into an intimate atmosphere.
“So, Souta-kun. Why did you ask to wear a skirt?” Kotoha asked softly.
“There’s sothing I want to do with you when we get to the park.”
“The park? Can’t you tell now?”
“It wouldn’t be as exciting.”
“anie.”
But the faint blush high on her cheeks betrayed her words. Whatever she was imagining was probably far tar than what I had in mind.
Let’s put that collar to good use, Kotoha-chan.
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