Chapter 39: I Just Can't Deal With You~

"Um... Yuki, is there something on my face?" Roland's heart suddenly tightened, as he stared at Yuki unusual chnage of face.

For some reason, Yuki was glaring at him with a displeased expression, as if she were about to explode with pent-up emotions.

This sudden wave of resentment left Roland utterly confused. He hadn't said anything wrong, had he? Could she have discovered the "strawberry(hickey) marks" Aunt Yukio had left on him?

But that couldn't be right. He'd checked himself in the mirror before leaving. The marks Yukio had left were mainly on his chest, with none on his face or neck.

They couldn't possibly be visible!

Even if they were, he'd come from Haruno's room, so suspicion would never fall on Yukio.

So why was Yuki harboring such resentment toward him?

Could it be because he was "taking away" her big sister, causing some hidden displeasure? Was she secretly a siscon?

This...

Roland admitted to himself that he understood women less and less with each passing day, he spends here after getting this system.

"Hmph, whatever. I suppose I should congratulate you on finding someone. How... wonderful," Yuki said with a light hum. Though her words were congratulatory, her eyes held no genuine warmth.

Did I somehow upset her again? Roland wondered. Dealing with girls is so difficult...

"Never mind. I'll take that as a compliment. I'm going to start making dinner. Any requests?" Roland didn't dwell on Yuki's cryptic tone. After all, this wasn't the first time she'd acted this way.

If I actually figured out what's bothering her, I wouldn't know how to handle it anyway.

He already belonged to Haruno.

"Then how about Roland's braised pork trotters?" Yuki suggested with a faint smile. But despite her smile, her voice dripped with resentment.

"We don't have any trotters at home. I'd have to go out and buy some," Roland replied earnestly, pretending not to notice her tone.

"Forget it. Do whatever you want," Yuki said, turning her face away as if losing interest.

Roland: "..."

Roland couldn't shake the feeling that Yuki wasn't just inexplicably angry, but also strangely jealous.

Was it his imagination?

Or was she jealous that he had taken her sister away from her?

Roland sensed something subtly off about Yuki today. Unwilling to dwell on it, he quickly retreated to the kitchen.

He stayed there for over an hour, finally emerging with an extravagant feast.

But strangely, Yukio was nowhere to be seen. She had entered her room earlier and seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"Yuki, has your... cough, has our mother not come out yet?" Roland glanced at Yukio's room and asked hesitantly.

The phrase "your mother" sounded almost insulting, so he quickly corrected himself.

But his correction didn't exactly improve things.

"Our mother?" Yuki's expression turned peculiar. But then she remembered that Roland was now the Yukino Family's son-in-law, so perhaps the term wasn't entirely wrong.

Yet for some reason, the resentment in Yuki's eyes seemed to deepen, and her tone carried an inexplicable edge of bitterness as she said, "Mother probably doesn't want to see me, so she can't be bothered to come out."

"Don't overthink it, Yuki. Aunt Yukio still cares about you. She probably just isn't feeling well. I'll go check on her," Roland said. He knew about the tension between Yuki and her mother-in-law, but what mother wouldn't want to see her daughter?

If Roland's guess was right, there could only be one reason why Yukio couldn't come out...

After arranging the food he'd brought, Roland immediately turned and headed to Yukio's room.

Since Yuki was home, Roland couldn't simply barge in. Instead, he knocked politely.

*Knock Knock

Given his current relationship with Yukio, he could have easily pushed the door open without hesitation.

Could he possibly stumble upon a more awkward scene than last night, when Aunt Yukio was... taking matters into her own hands?

If so, he'd love to see it!

"Aunt Yukio, I'm coming in," Roland called out after knocking.

"Come in," Yukio's voice replied.

With her permission, Roland slowly pushed the door open, then gently closed it behind him, maintaining a respectful demeanor.

But this was all for Yuki's benefit. The moment Roland closed the door, he immediately revealed his true nature, locking it from the inside. Then, he eagerly rushed forward and embraced Yukio, who was completely naked except she is wearing underwear.

But to him the view of a mature woman in her sexy underwear as she stands is unbearable. The most sexiest part of her is the cute love handle on her stomach. Seeing it he really wants to cross all boundaries as he ravages this sinful body.

Just as Roland had suspected, Yukio's only reason for not leaving the room was... the sheer number of hickeys covering her body!

Yukio had already taken off her clothes and was standing in front of the mirror in her underwear, looking troubled. The abundance of hickeys was truly vexing.

If Yuki hadn't suddenly returned, Yukio would have gladly kept the hickeys.

But now that was impossible. Her daughter wasn't stupid; seeing so many hickeys on her mother's body would inevitably lead her to suspect their improper relationship.

After all, there was no one else in the house, and it was too cold for mosquitoes. It couldn't possibly be mosquito bites.

Besides, mosquitoes couldn't leave such large, red marks.

The only explanation was that Roland had left them.

"Aunt Yukio, are you worried about the hickeys?" Roland gently embraced her, his hand secretly caressing her smooth abdomen skin.

"Of course I am! These marks probably won't fade anytime soon. How am I supposed to face Yuki like this?" Yukio noticed Roland's wandering hand, but instead of stopping him, she clasped his hand in hers.

Well, the damage is done. Little Roland dared to hug me when I was dressed like this. Surely a little touching isn't crossing the line now?

Hmm, not at all.

"I have a solution. I'll massage you to improve your circulation." Roland's hand slid along her skin to her neck.

The intimate gesture sent a shiver through Yukio's heart.

Why does it feel like little Roland isn't treating me like Madam anymore, but more like his personal plaything?

If he were to lift my chin with his hand, wouldn't that make it even more obvious?

This little rascal... what exactly does he want to turn me into before he's satisfied?

Does he really still see me as just Aunt Yukio or Madam?

Oh well... He hasn't crossed any lines yet. If it makes him happy, I'll let him have his way.

Yukio nestled closer into Roland's embrace, savoring his warmth. Since she'd already heard Roland locking the door, she decided to indulge him for a little while.

"By the way, when Yuki is around later, don't be so bold with Aunt Yukio. Yuki is likely Haruno's spy. It wouldn't be good if she saw something she shouldn't," Yukio warned earnestly.

"But if we do that, won't these past two days have been a waste?" Roland protested, reluctant to give up their private time.

"We probably can't manage anything during the day, but Aunt Yukio can certainly continue to indulge you at night."

"Anything at all?"

"As long as it doesn't violate the contract terms."

"Then... can I take a bath with you?"

"Huh?"

Yukio froze, startled by his request. She'd assumed the little rascal would be content with planting a few more hickeys kisses, never imagining he'd escalate things so quickly.

Bathing together... that felt a bit... too much, didn't it?

"It's been so long since I bathed with Aunt Yukio! Can't I just experience it one more time?" Roland quickly deployed his most effective weapon: a pitiful, pleading expression.

"I really can't resist you..." Yukio relented, her heart softening. "But you have to wear your underwear, okay?"

Well, might as well treat it like a mini-pool outing, she thought. Anyway my bathtub is big enough to serve as a small pool anyway.

Besides, it had been ages since she'd bathed with the little guy. She actually missed it.

She still remembered how Roland used to always snuggle into her arms when she bathed him.

Now that he's "grown" so "big," if he tried to snuggle into her arms again, wouldn't there be a risk of him... burrowing right into her?

The thought gave Yukio an inexplicable urge to hurry up and get to bath in no time.

Of course, don't misunderstand! It wasn't like she wanted him to "burrow into her" or anything. She was simply curious, from a purely academic standpoint, to see how things would play out.