Chapter 10: The Bath Towel—Greatest Invention of the Century

Haruno had always believed her mother to be a woman of strong principles and boundaries, which was why she felt comfortable letting the two of them dote on each other in the living room.

After all, while Haruno often exaggerated her mother and Roland's behavior, they had never done anything more than hug or some cuddling.

Her mother had been holding Roland since he was a baby, and Haruno had grown accustomed to it. She didn't find it particularly inappropriate, simply assuming her mother was excessively fond of him.

Her mother was a mature adult, after all. Wanting to spoil Roland was one thing, but she wouldn't cross the line into anything truly improper.

Haruno trusted that her mother knew exactly how far she could go and which boundaries she must never cross—she didn't need to remind her.

That was what Haruno had genuinely believed, until she saw her mother, her clothes disheveled, collapsing onto the sofa with Roland in her arms. With that final act, her last shred of trust was shattered by her own mother's hands.

How utterly shameless! Haruno thought. If I don't intervened, would they have spent the night on the sofa still cuddling like dogs in heat?

"Look at the f*cking time! Are we even having dinner? You might not be hungry, but I am!"

Fueled by anger, Haruno finally couldn't contain her anger against her mother. She slammed her bedroom door shut, the violent sound echoing her displeasure.

The move worked instantly. With a loud BANG!!, the sweet bubble of forbidden intimacy burst between the two in the living room, bringing back to earth.

Surprisingly, Yukio showed no resentment or guilt at the interruption from her daughter. Instead, she glanced at her daughter's room with amusement. This must be the first time Haruno has ever expressed such clear dissatisfaction with me, she thought.

She had assumed her daughter didn't mind her monopolizing Roland. I guess she finally reached her limit.

Well, her "Little Roland energy" was almost fully replenished anyway. She had thoroughly enjoyed her afternoon with him, indulging both her maternal affection and... other less-than-wholesome desires.

It was time to relinquish her Little Roland.

"Looks like someone's jealous of how close we are," Yukio said, hugging Roland tightly into her arms with a blissful expression. She found her daughter's outburst utterly... adorable, it's been ages since she saw this type of outburst from her.

Haruno had always been a skilled actress, constantly wearing a "mask" in public. Even if she disagreed with her mother's demands, she would never reveal her true feelings to to anyone, always keep it to herself.

Yukio hadn't seen her daughter show such genuine emotion in ages. The last time Haruno had broken down was probably when she was still a child.

Yukio had adored Roland and often compared Haruno to him. This was unbearable for Haruno, who had a strong personality and already "hated" that bratty little brother like existence who even after not being a real one, doesn't faim behind to bring the same troubles as a real one. Finally, overwhelmed by emotion, she had stormed out, slamming the door shut.

To Yukio's surprise, Haruno still expressed her anger the same way she had as a child, which Yukio found strangely endearing.

"Big sister Haruno must be hungry," Roland mused. "It's getting late. I should start making dinner." He figured Haruno was simply hungry.

After all, their relationship was just a pretense. How could she possibly be jealous of her own mother or him? She was probably just annoyed that they hadn't started dinner yet.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Yukio asked eagerly.

"Of course, it'll be all your favorites, Aunt Yukio."

"Then hurry up! Your Aunt Yukio is looking forward to your delicious cooking."

"Don't worry, I won't disappoint you."

Though they spoke of preparing dinner, neither showed any intention of separating from each other arms. Their arms remained wrapped around each other's waists as they lingered in each other's embrace, lost in their own world again. Ten minutes slipped by unnoticed, before Roland reluctantly pulled away from Yukio arms.

Before leaving, he grabbed a tissue to wipe Yukio's chest. After all, he had been buried there for two hours, so it was bound to be a little damp...

Ahem, don't misunderstand! It was just sweat from the heat and maybe some drool, absolutely not....anything else.

Absolutely not!

With that done, Roland finally bid Yukio a reluctant farewell and hurried into the kitchen. Yukio seized the opportunity to head to the bathroom in her room.

She was covered in a fragrant sheen of sweat. A shower before dinner would be perfect to wash it off.

About half an hour later, Roland, having finished preparing dinner, returned to the dining room with the meal.

Haruno, seeing that the scene outside had finally returned to normal, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped out of her room.

But before she could even settle into her seat, the next scene made her body tremble with some newfound anger.

Just as Haruno and Roland sat down—before she could even tease him—her mother emerged from the bathroom in a white robe.

Good heavens! Upon closer inspection, it wasn't even a robe at all—it was clearly a white bath towel!

Yukio, wrapped only in the towel, walked toward the dining room, drying her freshly washed hair with another towel. It seemed she intended to meet them dressed like this.

And don't even try to tell her that her mother wasn't completely naked beneath that towel—a so-called "bare bath towel."

Aren't you embarrassed to come out like that infront of a man?

Aren't you afraid the towel might suddenly slip off?

If it did, wouldn't your mature body be completely exposed to some little pervert's eyes?

Or could this be Mother's true intention?

As the saying goes, those who hide often long to be found, and women who run away from home often secretly hope their partners will come after them.

So, dressed like this, her mother must be hoping her towel will slip, right?

Haruno pressed her palm to her forehead in despair. She had clearly underestimated her mother.

"Oh my~, is dinner ready? What a feast!" Yukio, her cheeks flushed, approached Roland. Seeing his dazed gaze fixed on her, a pleased smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Whether she was hoping her towel would fall off her body or not, she certainly wanted Roland's eyes glued to her.

And she had clearly succeeded in her mission.

As Yukio deliberately sat beside Roland, even nudging closer to him, his head swiveled completely toward her, leaving his to be ostensible wife with nothing but the back of his head.

This infuriated Haruno to no end.

"Aunt Yukio, what are you wearing...?" Roland stared in awe at her attire, with a little drool on corner of his lips.

The moment Yukio sat down beside him, Roland felt the aura of a mature beauty wash over him like a physical blow. The sudden shock of delight nearly short-circuited his brain to mush.

Yukio was already stunningly beautiful; she looked exquisite in anything she wore. If she dressed more provocatively, she would be utterly irresistible!

Roland finally understood why Yukio always chose traditional attire. Its conservative nature made her even more alluring. If she were to dress seductively in public, wouldn't she instantly corrupt everyone's morals?

At least, Roland found himself incredibly aroused by her current outfit. An overwhelming urge surged through him—an irresistible desire to pull her into his arms and keep her all to himself!

How could such a vision of beauty exist in this world? Roland even considered switching his official marriage prospect to Yukio...

The true brilliance of Yukio's outfit lay not in its revealing nature, but in Yukio own charm and body.

For some reason, perhaps because the bath towel so perfectly accentuated Yukio's voluptuous figure, it was impossible to look away without letting one's imagination run wild.

Roland couldn't help but mentally give Aunt Yukio a thumbs-up. The bath towel truly is the greatest invention of the century!

"What's wrong, Little Roland? Staring at Aunt Yukio like that... do you want a lap pillow~?" Yukio deliberately leaned closer, her heart swelling with satisfaction at the sight of Roland's flushed face, clearly tempted by her.

Even closing a major business deal had never brought her such fulfillment, as much as his attention on her now.

It was as if keeping Roland's thoughts forever fixed on her was all she could ever desire.

"Want... Pah! No, no, I don't!" Roland quickly shook his head, forcibly suppressing the burning desire of his inner MILF-lover.

The she devil, his to be wife Haruno was sitting right beside him. Even with his back turned, he could feel her icy gaze, it's trying to penetrate deep into his mind.

How could he possibly ask for a lap pillow?!

Better just focus on eating. It would be a waste not to enjoy this...

Pah! This delicious meal!

Tonight, he was a man on a mission: ten bowls of rice, no side dishes needed!