Chapter 11: A Delightful Dinner~

During dinner, Roland found himself flanked by two women.

On his left sat Yukio, draped in a bath towel with her tied in a loose bun. She had deliberately moved her chair closer to his, so they were practically touching throughout the meal, like a couple in the throes of passion of their newly marriage life, unwilling to part for even a moment.

Although Roland isn't competedly sure but he guessed Yukio is definitely not wearing behind that towel.

As for how he knew Yukio was definitely naked under her towel? What if she was wearing underwear? Well, while Roland couldn't confirm whether she was completely bare beneath the towel—he hadn't dared to peek—he suspected that if he did, he'd likely be greeted only by Haruno's foot.

Don't misunderstand; that foot wasn't for him to lick it or suck, but to kick him.

However, Roland was absolutely certain Yukio wasn't wearing anything on top.

The reason for him to be so sure is because he had spent two hours buried in her bosom earlier. He knew that area intimately. During his time there, he had "accidentally" confirmed that the only thing containing Yukio's ample chest was a black silk-trimmed bra.

At that moment, Roland could tell from the deliberately revealed hint of Yukio's cleavage that there was nothing underneath—just pure, snowy white full breasts asking him to put his head there and forget everything of this world..

The dazzling expanse of white made his mouth water.

Yukio was being truly mischievous. The towel was long enough to cover her ample chest albeit not fully, but she kept it half-hidden, half-revealed. Instead of concealing that heart-warming and erotic sinful sight, she leaned toward him from time to time, giving him better angles to admire this unparalleled "scenery" of her bare cleavage.

Roland was certain Yukio wasn't wearing anything on top. And if she was bare up there, she likely hadn't bothered with anything below either.

In other words, the beautiful woman sitting beside Roland was just one accidental slip of her towel away from exposing her entire snow-white MILF body.

If Roland were to "accidentally" drop his spoon and crawl under the table to retrieve them, he might catch an even more breathtaking glimpse of that bare beauty...

With this thought, Roland quickly...

...tightened his grip on his spoon!

Roland didn't dare glance at Haruno, seated to his right. Her icy glare warned him that if he dared drop his spoon, the family would be stocking up on durian—not for eating, but for him to kneel on!

Forced to abandon his plan of enjoying Yukio's beauty with his meal, Roland reluctantly focused on the table. Any slight turn of his head toward her brought an even colder glare from his right, sending shivers down his spine.

With no other choice, Roland abandoned his plan and began eating properly. The dinner was lavish, featuring five dishes, all prepared by him.

It was clear that the Yukino mother and daughter were thoroughly satisfied with his cooking.

In his previous life, Roland had been a master chef. In this life, he continued to hone his skills by helping his mother run a small restaurant. His culinary expertise had not only remained intact but had also adapted perfectly to Japanese tastes.

By the end of the feast, Roland had effortlessly left both women feeling as if they were pregnant... with fullness. They now leaned back in their chairs, gently patting their slightly rounded bellies, too stuffed to move.

Roland handed cups of black tea to Yukio and Haruno, then moved behind Yukio and placed his "pervy hands" on her bare, shoulders, beginning to massage them.

His movements were seamless, flowing without a pause.

After all... his deadbeat mother had often forced him to do this at home, practically forcing him to learn how to care for others.

It definitely wasn't because Yukio's bath towel outfit deliberately left her beautiful shoulders exposed, making it impossible to resist massaging them.

Nor was it because this angle offered a perfect view of Yukio's cleavage, its snow-white hue as tempting as ice cream, making him want to savor it thoroughly.

He wasn't some kind of pervert! How could those be the reasons he eagerly rushed to massage Yukio's shoulders? Absolutely not!

It was simply because one of his mother's tasks was to take good care of Aunt Yukio, which was why he was so proactive in caressing... ugh, massaging her!

"Aunt Yukio, let me give you a shoulder rub," Roland said affectionately.

"Oh, you're so good to your Aunt Yukio," Yukio sighed contentedly, thoroughly enjoying Roland's skillful massage. She didn't care why he was being so attentive to her today; whatever the reason it may be, she was delighted for his attention and care.

Where else would I find such a sweet boy who's not only a great cook, but also massage me without being asked, and is so caring, affectionate, sweet,... handsome.....? she thought.

"Then why don't I just stay with Aunt Yukio forever?" Roland replied, making no secret of his desire to remain by her side.

Anyone observing their interactions that day could easily see how much Yukio doted on him.

How could I bear to part with such a mature, alluring and ripe juicy woman who lets me be so affectionate with her? Who spoils me more than her own daughter! he wondered. I want to stay glued to her forever!

"Of course, Aunt Yukio would love to have you stay forever," Yukio reminded him. "But that depends on you marrying Haruno soon. Only then can we truly become a family."

"Don't worry, Aunt Yukio. I'll seriously consider this after graduation."

"That won't do at all. Waiting until graduation is too late. You should start nurturing your relationship properly now so you can get married and start a family immediately afterward. Why don't you two just sleep together tonight? If you're committed to marrying right after graduation, there shouldn't be any problem with sharing a room, right?" Yukio stated her demand directly, while taking a sip from the tea.

Indeed, if they were determined to marry immediately after graduation, sharing a room was inevitable. Sooner was better than later.

Haruno wanted to slap that idiot. Look at the mess he'd made! Their marriage issue had finally been settled, but this fool had to remind her mother about it.

Now look what he'd done—he'd needlessly complicated things!

"Uh... but Aunt Yukio, didn't we agree to discuss this after graduation?" Roland stammered, wishing he could slap himself even before Haruno could.

"Aunt Yukio isn't asking you to get married right away," Yukio said calmly. "She just wants you to nurture your relationship beforehand."

"But..."

"No buts. This is how it's going to be. As compensation, how about Aunt Yukio gives you a lap pillow?"

"This..."

Roland froze. A lap pillow meant resting his head on Yukio's pale smooth meaty thighs?

The problem was that Yukio was only wearing a bath towel that barely covered her lower half. From a normal angle, the towel still created an absolute territory beneath it.

But if he actually went for the lap pillow, what if he accidentally turned his face toward the area hidden by the towel? Wouldn't that... give him a perfect chance to confirm whether Yukio was truly wearing anything underneath her bath towel?

As this thought took root on his mind, an inexplicable excitement surged through Roland's heart, he could feel some new...

Ahem. Of course, he was merely approaching this with academic purposes, seeking evidence to support his theory that Yukio was wearing nothing underneath. Without proof, his earlier assertion would just be wishful thinking, so it's all to prove his assertion nothing else.

Therefore, this academic pursuit was essential. Yes, it was all for the sake of scholarly research!

Haruno: →_→

You wouldn't dare accept that offer, right.