Tsuki had just lifted her head from the pillow at that moment. Her gaze happened to meet Makoto's, and then she quickly shrank back.
Although the video just now had starred Kazuha, she had also been filmed.
Not as exaggerated as Kazuha, but not far off.
"I got a bit excited last night, ma'am. Sorry about that."
Makoto's voice came from above her head, unhurried. "If you'd like, I can find someone to help erase your memory."
In this other world, memory-erasing magic wasn't considered rare. There was no need to wait until returning to the real world to ask Nayuta for help.
Otherwise, he wouldn't know what conditions that girl would propose.
Tsuki buried her face in the pillow. A muffled, tangled sound came from between the pillow and her cheek. "Boo... hoo..."
"Then tell me after you've thought it over."
Makoto said. "Or just treat it like a dream."
"Makoto-kun, that's such a playboy thing to say." Yanagi lay on the bed, her chin resting on her crossed arms.
Perhaps because the Japanese were more open about such things, Yanagi didn't show much of an extreme reaction to the mother-daughter situation.
Makoto shrugged. "Then what? You want me to take responsibility? As long as your father doesn't mind, I don't care."
Only then did Tsuki remember her husband, far away in the real world.
During this time in another world, she had completely forgotten about her husband and son.
Tsuki inexplicably remembered what that girl named Kato Megumi had said a year ago when she went to Hawaii with Makoto's group... "It feels like not long after beautiful mothers get close to Makoto, their husbands die."
'Why hadn't my own husband died yet... cough cough!'
'No!'
'I loved my husband! How could she think like that?'
'It must be Makoto's fault!'
'His joystick was poisonous!'
"Daddy!"
Yanagi's voice rang out in the room, crisp, loud, carrying the slyness of a successful prank.
Tsuki's face lifted from the pillow. Mrs. Shizuka's comforting movements stopped.
Kazuha's tears stopped in their tracks.
The three women all looked at Yanagi with the same expression.
'What did you say?'
Yanagi tilted her head, licking her pink lips. The meaning was already obvious.
Makoto looked at this girl's grinning face. Damn, he was getting turned on.
He pulled her over, pressed his palm against the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair, and pushed her head down.
Yanagi's knees hit the bed. There was a 'gulp' sound, and a certain swallowing noise came from her throat.
Then the only sound left in the room was 'mmphs and ahhs'.
Tsuki's eyes grew even wider.
'Hey, do you even have any respect for me as your mother?'
Mrs. Shizuka and Kazuha looked away, too embarrassed to watch.
At that moment, the three women simultaneously let out the same exclamation as Shiho the night before: "Animals!"
Makoto kept one hand on Yanagi's head. With the other hand reached out toward Tsuki.
"Ma'am, since you're going to dream anyway, how about making it a bit longer?"
Tsuki's eyes stared straight at that hand.
In a daze, she felt that the hand had a strange, bewitching power that drew her in.
In the end, Tsuki also knelt down, clumsily squeezed her daughter's face aside, seized the other half of the position, and lowered her head.
Mrs. Shizuka and Kazuha watched this scene, their mouths hanging open, unable to close for a long time.
Tsuki and Yanagi, biological mother and daughter, one on the left, one on the right, fighting over a popsicle.
This created a tremendous impact on the worldview of Mrs. Shizuka and Kazuha, this mother-daughter pair.
Makoto glanced sideways at Kazuha. "If you really can't handle it, go find Aqua to heal you. That stupid goddess's healing ability is pretty good. She might be able to repair that membrane for you."
Halfway through his sentence, Makoto's expression changed slightly. He pressed his hands down on the heads of Tsuki and Yanagi, one on each side.
The mother and daughter's throats simultaneously made a 'gulp' sound. They almost choked.
Makoto shook himself and continued, "But to be honest, when I went in yesterday, I didn't feel that membrane either."
Kazuha's sanity completely snapped. "You beast! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Kazuha's tears again swirled in her eyes, but this time it wasn't grievance, but anger.
Not only did he not comfort her after taking her body, but he also falsely accused her of her innocence.
She had never done that kind of thing with a man before. Even with her childhood friend and half-first love, Hattori Heiji, the most intimate thing they had done was being handcuffed together while playing a game as children. Besides that, there had been no other intimate contact.
How could she not have a membrane?
Tsuki was flipped over by Makoto, face up. Her legs were lifted onto Makoto's shoulders.
She heard Kazuha's accusation and squeezed out a few words between her moans.
"F... from..."
Tsuki's voice was jolted, trembling. "...could... it really... be... your... own... problem..."
"I!"
Kazuha looked at Tsuki in shock.
Tsuki let out another moan, then pieced together the rest of her words.
"La-last... night... when... I saw... you... you... oh! you were... digging... oh oh! too... too hard... maybe... you yourself... ah! Makoto! Don't... don't go so hard..."
Yanagi and Mrs. Shizuka, who had also witnessed Kazuha's mining operation last night, pieced together the full picture from Tsuki's fragmented account.
Kazuha, while digging herself, had used too much force and had pierced it herself.
Kazuha blushed, her face full of disbelief. Her gaze moved from Tsuki to Mrs. Shizuka and Yanagi.
The two remained silent. Finally, Mrs. Shizuka nodded, affirming Tsuki's guess.
"Ahhh—! Makoto! Spare me! Please spare me! Boohoo—!"
Tsuki's voice grew louder and louder.
Her face turned to the side, her eyes half-closed, her mouth wide open, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.
She no longer cared about her motherly image.
"Wow— Mom is so loud!"
Yanagi cupped her hand over her mouth, took out her phone from her item bar with the other hand, observed her mother's expression from behind her bangs, her tone full of surprise.
Tsuki desperately covered her face with her hands. "Yanagi... don't watch... please don't watch..."
Yanagi held her hand over her mouth and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Mom. I'll keep it a secret from Daddy."
Makoto: "...?"
'I wonder what Uzaki Fujio, far away in the real world, would think if he heard his little daughter say that.'