Chapter 338 – Another Peach Lover
After waiting in a long line, we were able to enter Momo’s goods store.
In a place where the majority of women are rather young, I looked around the goods with Lenka and Chinami.
As if to prove its great popularity, there are many kinds of items.
Starting with basic products such as dolls of various sizes, cups, tumblers, postcards, and notebooks, there are also household items such as shampoo and body wash.
Amazing. However, it is lamentable that Momo Ahegao is still missing.
Isn’t the demand of idealistic people not even a demand?
I can’t complain about this.
I glanced at Chinami, who was frantically choosing items, and touched Lenka, who was looking at her products only with her eyes, with her arms crossed.
“Manager, didn’t Momo’s animation come out?”
“I’m here.”
“But why doesn’t the general manager be a fan of Momo?”
“Damn…! Should I like all anime?”
“If you’re the manager, of course you should.”
“It is a narrow view. It’s like you.”
“A narrow view? What is the manager saying?”
“What can I not do?”
It is beautiful to see her proudly opening her chin with her chin held high.
Did he think I couldn’t do anything because it was a public place?
If so, Lenka made a big mistake.
Took.
Regardless of whether anyone saw it or not, I placed her hand near Lenka’s uniform skirt.
“Heheuk…!?”
Frightened, she looked around her.
Fortunately for her, her eyes are not being drawn.
Relieved, Lenka lit a double wick in her eyes.
“What are you doing you madman…!”
It’s the same pattern every time, but it’s fun.
Giggling, I patted Lenka on the top of Lenka’s buttock a couple of times to stop messing around, then went over to Chinami, who was carrying her stuff in her basket.
“Are you going to buy them all?”
“Four. There are many new products coming out.”
“Do you have space in your room? It must be full of moms.”
“I even bought a display stand for the day. Unexpectedly, Lenka helped me because she was well versed in that field.”
Lenka is not well versed in things like lockers, but rather deep in subcultures, so I know that…
She still doesn’t know why she hides from Chinami that she’s a fan of her subculture.
If it were Chinami, she would keep it a secret no matter what, and she would understand.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter because it’s a part that you can understand naturally when you live together later.
Thinking so, I pointed to a piece of wrapping paper in the basket.
“What is that?”
“Oh, this is peach powder.”
“Is it sprinkled when making iced tea or something? Or on top of that popcorn?”
“No. It is a powder sprinkled on fruit.”
“… Yes? Fruit?”
“Four. If you sprinkle it on something like strawberries or oranges, it melts in an instant and makes it taste like peaches.”
Why did Momo’s company make such a thing?
Did you decide to make anything because you didn’t have any goods to make?
The world is going crazy. I want to have a heartfelt discussion with that development team.
“It’s a powder made from real peaches, so I think the sweetness will be stronger if you sprinkle it on peaches as well. I’ll bring it tomorrow, so let’s eat together.”
I smiled awkwardly at Chinami’s words and nodded.
“Is it so. I do.”
“Four.”
I noticed that Lenka’s eyes looking at us were very uneasy.
Proof that she intuited that she would become the first hitter of peach powder.
She must have been suspicious of that unknown substance.
Still, as befits Lenka with her kind heart, it’s funny how she’s thinking about eating when she gives it.
After buying all the goods, Chinami stuffed them into her bag until it was full.
Even that was not enough, and he was carrying two large shopping bags.
After helping Chinami pick up the shopping bag, I took the two of them to the car.
Then, she left her bag and said she would go to the bathroom right away, and talked to Lenka while watching Chinami’s back as she headed to the train station.
“Chief, get in the back seat.”
“I?”
“Yes. The person who gets off first gets on the back.”
“No… It doesn’t matter where you ride… Chinami’s house is closer, so why are you taking me there first? You’re going to do weird things to Chinami when I go…!”
“Anything strange? What specifically?”
“That, how can I say that with my mouth…!”
Is it deja vu? It seems that the memory of having this conversation is playing back.
Lenka asked if she had the same thoughts as me, and she pressed her lips with her own light pink tint.
“It seems that the manager always says the same thing.”
“…Because you said the same thing first…”
“That is also true. Then, shall we try something different next time?”
“New, different…?”
“How is it?”
“I… Not really…”
“I understand you agreed, and I will.”
“When did I agree! You said no!”
“I want to ride.”
“No! I’m going to take the train with Chinami…!”
I silently opened the back seat, looked at Lenka and the seat alternately, and gestured.
Then she pursed her lips, muttered something, and climbed into her seat, watching her skirt.
Saying something you don’t even want to say while riding.
It seems that the memory of service has disappeared, but sooner or later I will raise the level and do it again.
**
“Aren’t you tired?”
“Yes. It’s not that hard because you just have to hold it.”
“Sorry. It only harms me.”
“Lungs. Don’t talk like that.”
“Four. Thank you.”
In the elevator of the mansion where Chinami lives.
As I helped Chinami with her shopping bags, I saw her expression of apologetic expression.
Our Chinami is really nice. So, she is uneasy about sending her alone in a desolate world.
“Master.”
“Yes?”
“You know I really like you, right?”
“Meaat…!?”
At her sudden confession, Chinami covers her own face with her small hands.
Her cuteness drips out. It feels like the shoulder strap of her pink bag that her Chinami is wearing adds to her cuteness.
I said with a fatherly smile on my face at her actions.
“I have arrived. Shall we get off?”
“Yes, four…!”
As she hurriedly reached out her hand to Chinami, who was standing next to me, she, with her embarrassing eyes, took her hand hesitantly.
With my hands intertwined like that, I went to the front door of Chinami’s house in a fresh atmosphere.
“Then… It’s time to say goodbye…”
“Iknow, right.”
“See you tomorrow…”
“Yes, it is.”
I’m saying goodbye, but I won’t let go of your hand.
Chinami likes to express her own subtle obstinacy with her body.
Her expression is better than Lenka’s.
The moment I was looking at Chinami, whose face was dyed like a peach while thinking about that,
Rattle.
The door opened, and out came a woman with bobbed pink hair that curled to her shoulders.
“Chinamini? Now come… Huh?”
She was a petite person with a cute appearance and a very soft voice.
The moment I saw her wearing her apron, I was able to recognize her identity in an instant.
It would be strange not to know that he is a person who looks exactly like Chinami.
“Who…?”
Seeing her cutely tilting her head, I bowed her head.
“Hello? My name is Ken Matsuda.”
“Aha…! Are you Matsuda-kun?”
“Yes. Nice to see you.”
“Hello? My name is Momoka Nanase.”
She abruptly bowed her head and leaned her upper body against her.
The eccentricity of her Chinami is, after all, similar to her mother’s.
I really like her voice, which is a little girly yet somehow has a hint of maturity.
When Chinami gets older, I think she will be just like that.
Her appearance was exactly as I imagined it to be.
Her small body makes you feel like taking care of her, her chubby cheeks like a squirrel that resembles Chinami, and her pink eyes…
Why are the mothers of the heroines all beautiful and young?
Who established such clichés?
Again, the temptation of mother-daughter rice bowl rises slowly.
I haven’t seen it yet, but if Chinami’s father is also an idiot…
If you’re such a 4-dimensional father, you probably don’t like being a loser either.
In order to achieve the dream of a harem anyway, you have to talk to your parents as well.
Of course, there will be four victims, but I don’t think it’s bad to sacrifice for the happiness of eight people… No, nine people, including Kana, based on utilitarianism.
Wouldn’t it be okay to send a USB with the wife’s video from time to time to the husbands…?
Having had a bad thought for a moment, I threw it away and bowed my head once more to Momoka, who had a beautiful smile on her face.
Then she said
“It is very nice to meet you. I’m here to pick up Nanase-senpai.”
“So? Thank you. Chinami talked a lot about you… So you’re trustworthy, right?”
You’re talking the same thing as Midori.
As expected, the mothers of the heroines believe in the main character.
“Thank you.”
“Did you eat?”
“Yes. Inoo-senpai and the three of us had a simple meal.”
“Okay? Then would you like some fruit?”
The fruit must be a peach, right?
“No. I’ll eat it next time. It’s late. I parked on the side of the road, so I had to get out of the car.”
“I see. Then make sure to come next time. I’ll prepare some delicious peaches for you.”
I thought so.
The more I looked at her and the more I heard her voice, the more I thought she was the same as Chinami.
Wouldn’t she stamp her feet and ask for a hug when she had sex with me, like her daughter?
Imagine the blood rushing to her lower leg.
After answering that she knew, I leaned over to Chinami, who blinked her big eyes, and her mother.
OK,
“Go carefully.”
“Goodbye.”
Both of them said goodbye to me at the same time without anyone saying anything.
Looking at that cute figure keeps making me feel evil. Do I have to put up with this?
I strongly believe that surrendering oneself to pleasure is not a bad thing.
Suppressing temptation and leaving the mention, I returned home and took a cold shower.
Afterwards, he lay on his back on the mattress and called Miyuki.
-Hello?
Mum. Hearing Miyuki’s kind voice, instead of being washed away, my bad thoughts become stronger.
“What are you doing?”
– I’m having a party right now.
“Party?”
-The dog at Grandma’s house gave birth to nine puppies. So I called all my relatives, called Sgt.
Yeah, it seemed like it was because of these little things.
But nine… That’s great.
By the way, in the neighborhood where Miyuki’s grandmother lives, there must be such a superstition that a festival is held when an animal raised gives birth to several babies.
It’s a very peculiar superstition that only appears in love comedies or teen cartoons.
“Oh really?”
-Huh. I’ll bring a lot of delicious side dishes.
I responded with a helpless laugh at Miyuki’s words.
“I get it. Are you coming back today?”
-I do not know. I think I might go later or early tomorrow morning. Don’t wait for me, go to bed first.
Miyuki is coming late too?
If I do this, I’ll be very bored until night… I’ll have to spend my time harassing Lenka.
