"I'm home," Sakura said.
Tsubaki had been waiting for a long time.
This was her first time as a mother waiting for her daughter to return home from a date with a boy.
"Didn't you have dinner together?" Tsubaki asked.
"No, it wouldn't be good to come home too late, right?" Sakura said with a smile.
Tsubaki nodded with satisfaction. It seemed the young man was quite sensible and didn't have any messy thoughts.
"So, do you want to shower first or eat first?" Tsubaki asked.
"Shower," Sakura said. "It was very hot today, and I sweated a lot."
It wasn't too bad when it was hot.
It was just that after Hayato called her "Big Sister" a few times, her body temperature rose sharply, making her back sweaty, and even between her legs felt sticky with sweat.
Hearing "Big Sister" was indeed very happy.
But this wet feeling was really not very comfortable.
"Alright, then remember to put your clothes in the laundry basket. I'll come get them later," Tsubaki said with a smile.
Did they go shopping and take a walk together after the movie? Tsubaki thought, what a wholesome date activity.
Thinking back to…
Sigh, let's not think about it.
"Okay~" Sakura replied.
From the rising intonation of her daughter's voice, Tsubaki could tell that her mood was quite high.
Her daughter had always been steady, so it seemed she was truly happy interacting with that boy.
Sakura, with an unusually light step, went to the bathroom, took off her long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, revealing her healthy flat stomach and creamy white skin, then unhooked her bra.
The heavy things, once released, swayed with a surprising curve.
As usual, she placed the laundry basket outside, then walked into the shower stall.
Water droplets trickled down her fair skin, turning into fine streams that fell into the drain.
"Sakura,"
Her mother's voice came from outside the door: "I've taken your clothes, okay? I'm putting them in the washing machine now, so you can wear them again tomorrow."
"Okay," Sakura replied.
She listened closely until her mother's voice disappeared down the hallway.
She turned off the showerhead and, like a thief, picked up her phone from the vanity.
Sakura had just learned about this high-tech new phone feature from Ayaka yesterday.
Recording.
Although it seemed a bit rude to Hayato, she had actually secretly recorded a snippet of his voice at the cinema.
After lowering the volume, she opened the audio file.
"Big Sister, let me tell you…"
"Ugh—" Sakura moaned.
Then she rewound. The rest of the words were completely unimportant.
"Big Sister, I…"
"Ah~~"
In the misty bathroom, Sakura's eyes also began to blur.
Rewind.
"Big Sister…"
"Ah~~?"
Again, sweating again.
Sakura clamped her legs together, very satisfied… Listening too much easily caused sweating, so listening while showering was the best.
Hehehe, Hayato… hehehe Hayato… guhehehe…
If only she could use magic to remove the words that followed, she only needed the two words "Big Sister"~
… …
Wh-What's going on!?
Tsubaki stared blankly at the item in her hand.
She had intended to wash Sakura's clothes.
Before washing, she habitually felt her pants pocket.
Then, she pulled out… huh?
A…
Eh? Eh? Is this?
Tsubaki's thirty-plus years of life experience told her that this thing was…
Okamoto.
For contraception.
But… eh, eh?
Why would it be on Sakura?
W-Wait.
Tsubaki's mind suddenly went blank, and she felt a dizzying sensation.
Sakura, on her, why, would, have, Okamoto!?
She asked herself, word by word.
Then, although she didn't want to believe it, she still figured out the answer… Sakura went on a date with a boy today, and she had an Okamoto on her!
How could that child Sakura…
No, no, that can't be.
Tsubaki quickly shook her head; the girl came back with a spry posture and light steps, definitely not like she had suffered any pain of defloration, and this model was also a large size… Although she hadn't tried it, Tsubaki thought that even she might not adapt to this size, and Sakura would definitely not act as if nothing happened.
But!
Tsubaki then thought, what if this time it wasn't defloration?
Then what about that… But Sakura hasn't shown any unusual behavior recently, and today was a rare outing, and the last time she went out… she was also very normal when she came back.
Could it be that Sakura usually trains well, so her adaptability and flexibility there are extraordinarily high?
This is not good.
Tsubaki quickly stood up, no longer caring about the clothes, and jogged directly towards the bathroom.
Then she didn't knock on the door.
"Sakura, I'm coming in," Tsubaki said, twisting the doorknob.
"Sis—"
"Ah~~~~Ah?"
Sakura quickly pressed stop on her phone recording, then, as if feeling guilty, put her phone back on the sink.
"M-Mom?"
Sakura looked at her mother, who immediately began to untie the apron she was wearing without a word.
"Sakura." Tsubaki forced a smile: "I haven't bathed with you in a long time, so this time, let me scrub your back, okay?"
"W-Wait… Mom." Sakura was a bit flustered.
She hadn't… heard enough of "Sister" yet.
"Don't be shy~~" Tsubaki, while talking and laughing, had already stripped off her clothes and then pushed her daughter's back.
Sakura was certainly considered a mature type among her peers, but compared to Tsubaki, she was still one size smaller.
"Your figure is developing better and better," Tsubaki said with a smile, then reached out and encircled Sakura's chest.
"…No, no, Mom is the one…" Sakura said.
Her hands were already covering her chest; after entering high school, she had almost never bathed with her mother, and now she was very unaccustomed to it.
"Alright, alright."
Tsubaki laughed, pushing Sakura's back with her chest: "Don't be shy anymore, come on, let me see!"
"W-Wait… Mom!?" Sakura was half-pushed, half-coaxed into being tackled by Tsubaki.
After careful observation, Tsubaki was almost certain that, while other things were uncertain, Sakura's last fortress had definitely not been breached!
Congratulations, congratulations.
Tsubaki said, and then another question arose in her mind.
That's not right; if the last fortress wasn't breached, then why would Sakura have something like this on her?
Shouldn't this thing be carried by boys?
Then, Tsubaki gasped.
She came to an incredible conclusion.
Her daughter was the proactive one!!
Oh no…
Who exactly was that young man? To make her daughter like this.
How to deal with the enemy?
Tsubaki frowned tightly.
She felt as if she had encountered the biggest enemy of her life.
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