Chapter 664: Dizzy Mrs. Nishimiya, Her Heart Stirred!
"Where are they?"
Mrs. Nishimiya asked Tohka and the others in confusion. The bowl of porridge in her hands was still warm, but the sudden emptiness of the living room sent a chill through her.
The remaining Tohka and others in the living room looked at each other, a silent communication passing between them that spoke of shared secrets and mild embarrassment.
Komari remembered: "I just heard Brother Ren and them say they were going to the third floor."
Third floor?
Entertainment was on the first floor, and living was on the second floor. The third floor seemed to have nothing, or at least nothing that had been explicitly shown to them during the tour. It was a blank space on the map of the villa.
"I'll go take a look."
Natsumi, transforming into the nimble person of the villa, ran towards the stairs. Her ponytail swung with her movements, a beacon of curiosity.
"Wait for me, I'm going too."
"The Evil Eye of the True King is going to find the Dark Hero."
Ying and Rikka also followed, their footsteps echoing on the polished wood. Rikka's dramatic proclamation was met with the usual mix of indulgence and exasperation.
"Slow down, don't run on the stairs."
Tohka, seeing Rikka running so fast, subconsciously worried. Her maternal instincts flared, urging caution.
But soon, she patted her forehead.
She almost forgot that she and Tohka now had superpowers. A fall down the stairs would be a minor inconvenience, not a disaster.
"Never mind, I'll go take a look. Mrs. Nishimiya, you go ahead and do your thing."
Kagayama Kaede stepped upstairs, her movements graceful and assured. She threw a reassuring smile over her shoulder.
Mrs. Nishimiya truly wasn't in the mood to care about these things right now. Her mind was occupied with her daughters, with the strange feeling that she was missing something important.
She walked to Ren's bedroom, easily opened it, and walked in. The handle turned smoothly under her hand.
"Click!"
The door closed behind her with a soft thud, shutting out the rest of the villa.
She turned around and carefully looked at the room. Her eyes scanned the space, taking in every detail.
"…"
The chaos and strong scent made her frown slightly. Clothes were strewn haphazardly, pillows tossed aside, the bedsheets tangled in a testament to restless activity. The air was heavy with a musk that was both unfamiliar and instinctively recognizable.
It seemed the intensity was much more exaggerated than she had imagined.
However, seeing the two sisters embracing in the quilt, a wave of heartache and pity immediately washed over her.
Her two little cabbages were both taken, anyone in her shoes would feel complicated. They looked so small, so vulnerable, huddled together in the aftermath of whatever storm had passed through this room.
She reached out and picked up Yuzuru and Shoko's clothes scattered on the floor and table, putting them aside. Folding them neatly, she tried to impose some order on the chaos, a small act of maternal control.
Only then did she carry the porridge to the bedside and sit down. The warmth of the bowl grounded her.
Seeing the large patches of stickiness on their hair, Mrs. Nishimiya felt a trance. It was a visceral confirmation of her suspicions, a sticky reality she couldn't ignore.
Had they gone to this extent on their first time?
She could hardly imagine Shoko and Yuzuru being so bold. Her daughters, usually so reserved, so proper… had they truly abandoned all inhibition?
Pressing her red lips together, Mrs. Nishimiya gently shook Yuzuru's shoulder and softly called, "Yuzuru, wake up."
Once, twice, no movement. They were deep in slumber, exhausted.
It wasn't until the third time that Yuzuru's eyebrows furrowed, and she made a humming sound from her nose and mouth.
"Hmm… Brother Ren…"
She seemed to be saying something, a murmur from the depths of a dream.
Mrs. Nishimiya didn't hear clearly.
So she leaned closer and heard Yuzuru's words clearly. The whisper was soft, intimate, and devastating.
"Mmm, lick… lick faster, it feels so good…"
Her movements also disturbed Shoko.
Shoko raised her head, rubbing her eyes sleepily with her small hands. Her hair was messy, her expression unguarded.
"Brother Ren, do you want more? I can keep going."
As she spoke, Shoko even kicked at the quilt, her legs moving restlessly.
"!!!"
Mrs. Nishimiya felt as if she had been struck by lightning. The shock was physical, a jolt that ran through her entire body.
Her hand trembled, almost spilling the porridge.
How could she not guess what Yuzuru and Shoko were talking about? The context was painfully clear.
From the chaotic state of the scene and Ren's many family members, she believed Ren was already experienced and had many tricks. He was a man of the world, powerful and charismatic.
So she was mentally prepared. Or so she thought.
But hearing the words from Yuzuru and Shoko's mouths, she truly felt extremely complicated. It was one thing to suspect; it was another to hear the raw, unfiltered desire in her daughters' voices.
She couldn't tell if it was good or bad that her daughters had become like this. Were they happy? Were they corrupted?
There was a strong sense of déjà vu, like they had been molded into Ren's shape and ruined. They were no longer just her little girls; they were women who belonged to him.
At this moment, Shoko and Yuzuru, gradually regaining consciousness, also noticed something strange. The presence in the room wasn't the one they expected.
Brother Ren wasn't there.
At the same time, they turned their heads and saw that extremely familiar face. The face of the woman who raised them, now staring at them with a mix of shock and sorrow.
As if doused with cold water, Yuzuru instantly jolted and fully woke up. The dream evaporated instantly.
Her expression changed from sleepy contentment to sheer panic.
She was dumbfounded.
"Eh?!!! Mom!!!"
Yuzuru let out a terrified scream, scrambling backward on the bed.
Mrs. Nishimiya immediately chopped her head with a hand. A reflex, a disciplinary action born of habit.
"Ouch!"
Yuzuru, in pain, covered her head, looking at her mother with wide, fearful eyes.
Mrs. Nishimiya scolded impatiently, "Don't shout loudly and disturb others." Her voice was stern, but her hands were shaking slightly.
"Mmm, Mom…"
Shoko buried her flushed little face into her head, only revealing her two moist eyes, not daring to look at her mother.
Because her state made her too shy, especially in front of her mother. Being caught like this was the ultimate embarrassment.
Even Yuzuru, who still had some youthful innocence, shrank into the quilt, speaking haltingly.
"Mom… why… why are you here?"
Her eyes scanned the chaotic surroundings, trying to make sense of the intrusion.
This was clearly the bedroom where she and Brother Ren had played yesterday. Their sanctuary.
Why was Mom in here?
Mrs. Nishimiya was so angry she laughed. It was a hollow, incredulous sound.
"You two secretly stayed out all day and night without coming home, and now you're asking your mother? Do you know how worried I was?"
"Ah, this…"
Cold sweat trickled down Yuzuru's forehead. The guilt hit her like a physical blow.
Only then did she remember that she and her sister had secretly snuck out. They had been so caught up in the moment, in Ren.
However, with Brother Ren, she had lost track of time, and she hadn't expected that a day and night had already passed.
Happy times are always short, that saying is indeed true.
Wait!
Where was her mind wandering to!
Realizing her thoughts were straying back to the pleasure, Yuzuru quickly pulled herself back. She shook her head violently.
She tried hard to figure out what was going on. How to explain this.
Yesterday, Ren first communicated with Esdeath, who had a figure that made him and his sister very envious. They had watched, learned, and yearned.
After that, he gave a lot to him and his sister. He gave them his time, his attention, his body.
Then she and her sister were so tired they fell asleep. Exhausted, satisfied, complete.
Now... Ren and Esdeath are gone, but Mrs. Nishimiya has arrived. Reality had crashed the party.
The pain in her body told her this wasn't a dream. Her muscles ached in places she didn't know existed.
So...
Yuzuru slowly widened her eyes. The realization of their situation was dawning on her.
"...Gulp!"
Her throat rolled as she swallowed hard.
She cautiously looked at her mother and asked weakly, "Mom...you...you know everything?"
"..."
Mrs. Nishimiya put away her anger, her complex gaze sweeping back and forth between the two, and she sighed deeply. It was a sigh of resignation, of acceptance.
"Alas..."
"I know everything. My good daughter slept at a boy's house for an entire day and night without a word, and..."
"Waaahhh, stop talking, Mom!!!"
Seeing that the embarrassing part of her social death was about to be exposed, Yuzuru excitedly threw off the covers and sprang out of bed.
She shrieked and stepped over Shoko, reaching out to cover Mrs. Nishimiya's mouth. Desperation fueled her movements.
She was afraid that if her mother continued, she would be so embarrassed she'd curl her toes. She couldn't bear to hear it said aloud.
"Hmm?"
This action itself wasn't a problem. It was a daughter's panicked reaction.
It was just that the sight before her made Mrs. Nishimiya's eyelids twitch, and a feeling of dizziness immediately rushed over her.
She saw something dripping from Yuzuru, who had stepped over Shoko, onto Shoko's belly. A viscous, pearlescent fluid.
Shoko's was also sticky.
Even the lips of the mouth that Yuzuru covered felt sticky.
"???"
Mrs. Nishimiya knew what it was. She was a mother, a woman. She knew.
But what was happening now? Why was there so much of it?
And what was it about her own lips touching it? The indirect contact sent a shock through her system.
She felt her head rush with blood, as if she was about to faint. The sensory overload was too much.
"Yuzuru...Shoko...get yourselves cleaned up!!!"
She coldly rebuked them, whether out of anger or an inexplicable palpitation. Her voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy atmosphere.
"!!!"
Feeling that their strict mother from before had returned, Shoko and Yuzuru immediately obeyed and cleaned themselves up. They scrambled to the bathroom, eager to escape the scrutiny.
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