Chapter 24: Dinner at the Katsura Family

Asakura was also taken aback by Katsura Kotonoha's uncharacteristic boldness. Was such a provocative act truly something the previously shy and socially anxious girl was capable of? It made him marvel at the transformative power of desire.

If such a display were caught by a reporter on a busy street, it would undoubtedly cause a sensation. Tomorrow's morning newspaper might feature a headline like, "[Shocking! Sobu High School Students' Public Displays of Affection Raise Eyebrows]." To avoid such a situation, Asakura discreetly withdrew his hand and gently supported the graceful body that was trembling from the stimulation, lightly teasing her cute expression.

"Kotonoha, you're really bold. You should save this kind of thing for when you get home."

"Wow~ Then it's a promise! I'll definitely work hard and won't lose to Akane and Sekai-san."

Although Katsura Kotonoha blushed, she still expressed her ambitions with a determined look in her eyes. But why do you always find courage in such strange places? Asakura stroked her forehead and sighed, his strong arms hugging her slender waist even tighter, as if agreeing with the girl's shameless words.

The sun gradually set, painting the sky a brilliant orange-red. The afterglow sprinkled across the earth, coating everything in a golden hue. At this moment, the two walked in the sunset, the leaves on either side of the road swaying in the breeze, making rustling sounds, as if accompanying this beautiful encounter, as if they were figures in a beautiful painting, dreamlike and serene.

...

The room was filled with a subtle fragrance, and sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting dappled light and shadows on the floor. Katsura Manami stood in front of the closet and gently opened the door. Inside, all kinds of clothes hung neatly, colorful and varied.

Her clothes slipped off, revealing her alluring curves and milky white skin. The prominent peaks and slender, well-proportioned thighs perfectly showcased the charm of a mature woman in the mirror. Her movements were graceful and natural. She gently lifted a long black skirt, held it close to her body, and slowly slipped her arms through the sleeves. The skirt hugged her figure, perfectly outlining her curves.

Her shiny black short hair fell forward, framing her chest. She wore a black evening dress with a high slit and off-the-shoulder design. Her skin was as white as snow, resembling a blooming white lotus in the dim light. Her captivating legs hinted at silent temptation in black stockings. The most striking accessory was the huge, snow-white, and delicate pearl necklace, each pearl crystal clear, full, and lustrous.

She walked to the mirror, adjusted the hem of her skirt, and slightly altered the neckline. The woman in the mirror had a smile on her face and gentle eyes. The black dress made her look even cooler, more mysterious, and noble. She turned around gently, and the hollow lace on the hem of her skirt swayed elegantly with her movements, both graceful and agile.

Katsura Manami, dressed in her finest, left the room with satisfaction and began to prepare a sumptuous dinner to entertain their guest.

...

Once again, he arrived at the familiar yet subtly different Katsura home. Asakura was intimately pulled to the sofa by Katsura Kotonoha to wait for dinner. The unfathomable abyss tightly clasped his arm. Little Kokoro next to him watched the lingering scene with a smile on her face. Her eyes twinkled, and she rushed over, shouting,

"Ah, Sister, I want my brother-in-law to hug me too!"

"Kokoro, be careful not to get hurt."

Asakura steadily caught the petite and cute body. Katsura Kotonoha simply hummed twice with a red face, then continued to rest her head on the boy's shoulder, savoring the beauty of the moment.

Seeing this, Kokoro also stopped playing around and followed her sister's example, gently leaning her lovely head on his other shoulder. A beautiful and warm atmosphere filled the living room. It was just difficult for Asakura, who was flanked by two jade-like figures, the two different faint body fragrances inadvertently invading his senses, making him feel intoxicated. The rebellious parts of him, refusing to obey orders, raised their flag of resistance once more, with heroic spirits and colorful banners fluttering in the wind.

When Katsura Manami walked out of the kitchen with dinner and saw this scene, her face was filled with happiness and a gentle smile. The cold and empty home of the past would become a thing of the past, and they would definitely have a better future.

"Ah la, you three, come over for dinner."

Mrs. Katsura smiled tenderly, with a gentleness that had been refined by the years. She wasn't as slender as a teenager but possessed the unique charm of a mature woman that firmly drew the boy's attention. She noticed this attraction and was pleased. When she bent down to place the dishes, she subtly adjusted her posture downward to better reveal the deep curves before his eyes. This materialistic world was full of coldness and darkness, and it turned out that only "motherly comfort" was the most heartwarming.

Knowing he had been noticed, Asakura subtly adjusted his gaze with a hint of embarrassment. The rebels' resistance grew louder and louder. He had no choice but to move to the dining table under cover, without making a sound. Just as he was about to sit down, he was pulled to the head seat by Madam Katsura. Her breasts pressed against his arm, and her fragrant breath was close to his ear.

"Asakura-kun, please sit here."

Katsura Manami blinked her eyes charmingly, and her smooth little hands gently soothed the "rebel leader" under the cover of the table. This feeling of being surrounded by "danger" made him a little frightened, for fear that the "rebels" would suddenly rise up and be exposed to the air.

Hey, hey, hey, ma'am, your daughter is still right in front of us!

Katsura Manami also knew that now wasn't a convenient time, so she just teased him gently and sat down directly opposite Asakura, while Katsura Kotonoha and Kokoro sat on her left and right. The family began to eat dinner happily. If one ignored the unusual movements under the table, this scene could be called a warm family reunion.

...

At the table, Mrs. Katsura kindly added more food to the guest's bowl. Not wanting to be outdone, Kotonoha and Kokoro followed suit. Just like last time, they looked at the small mountain of food piled up in their bowls, feeling overwhelmed and wanting to cry.

Food should be well-balanced in color, aroma, and taste, and the essence of "seduction" was being perfectly demonstrated at the table.

A pair of beautiful feet, like works of art carefully sculpted by a craftsman, every inch of their form revealing exquisiteness and perfection. The ankles were slender, as beautiful as porcelain, and the skin was white with a slight pink hue, as if it were the most delicate mutton-fat jade, warm and luminous. Ten round and smooth toes, neat and small, like buds about to bloom, full of vitality.

The soft little feet in black stockings were gently wrapped around the "rebel flag," as if cheering it on, making it more upright and flamboyant.

"Asakura-kun, is the food to your liking this time?"

Mrs. Katsura looked at the young man opposite her with an elegant and calm smile. A trace of cold sweat seemed to appear on his forehead. The movements of her feet did not relax at all. Instead, they became tighter and more rhythmic, subtly hinting at the true meaning of life.

"Mrs. Katsura's craftsmanship... is as good as ever... excellent."

Asakura endured the "provocation" with gritted teeth, and Mrs. Katsura, who felt the mighty "power of the rebels" with her sensitive feet, was also feeling a subtle discomfort. The seat beneath her was quietly becoming damp, the watermarks becoming more obvious and larger with time and movement.

"Then... Asakura-kun, can you stay for one night? I have already cleaned up the guest room."

The tone, so gentle it could be drawn into a thread, coupled with Mrs. Katsura's affectionate and expectant eyes, made his heart tremble. After all, the "small head" had controlled the "big head."

"...Okay, I'll stay the night."

Kokoro beside her cheered happily, while Katsura Kotonoha was thinking about what kind of pajamas to wear tonight so that Asakura could appreciate her better. Only Mrs. Katsura was still conscientiously "comforting" the young man, a pool of desire shimmering in her eyes.