The blonde girl couldn't help holding her head, looking a bit upset, "I was just trying to be nice"
'Seriously, boys are so boring!'
'A sweet, gentle, and understanding girlfriend like me, not jealous, even willing to make room for others.'
'Not only does he not treasure me, he even flicks my forehead!'
'Good intentions really don't get you anywhere.'
'Isn't the normal script supposed to be the stupid president looking all moved and saying "You're the only one in my heart," firmly rejecting the idea, then holding my hand affectionately, and finally sharing a kiss under the setting sun?'
'Turns out idol dramas are all lies.'
"You better be acting out of kindness," Kaito knocked her on the head again but didn't dwell on the topic. Instead, he shifted to the main issue:
"Bocchi has been very quiet and down these past few days. It's probably because of Kita I remember their band's first live performance was supposed to be around this time."
Although the STARRY was a livehouse run by Nijika's family, that didn't mean Nijika, as the manager's younger sister, could do whatever she wanted.
To get on stage and perform, she first had to get her older sister's approval.
They'd already passed that hurdle. Although the super tsundere manager said, ("With your current skill level, you're still far off,") she still honestly added the band's live performance to the schedule.
No one expected that just as the performance drew near, something would happen with Kita.
If it had been some other issue, they might've managed to overcome it.
But when it's pressure from her mother, it's not so easily resolved.
If the problem can't be solved in time, the band only has two choices: Either cancel the performance, or find a new guitarist and vocalist to take Kita's place.
But the second option would just be forcing someone into it. After all, adding a new member to a band means a period of adjustment, which takes time, and time is exactly what they don't have.
"Now that I think about it, it really does sound a bit troublesome", Yumiko raised a slender finger and unconsciously tapped her lips.
Having traveled to Hoori Town before and even shared hot springs and a closet together, she was on good terms with the members of the band and naturally cared about them.
But this was ultimately Kita's family matter. As a mother, wanting her daughter to focus more on studying, get good grades, and find a good job in the future was understandable.
Even if Yumiko wanted to help, she wouldn't know where to begin.
Still
"You really care about Bocchi, huh? Worried she'll be heartbroken if Kita's not in the band?", Yumiko looked over with a bit of resentment, "Even I, your official girlfriend, don't get that kind of treatment"
'Sigh, the ones you don't get always seem better.'
"Don't act crazy here," Kaito bent his fingers as if to flick again, scaring the blonde girl into quickly dodging to the side.
Seeing he was only bluffing, she let out a sigh of relief, then sneakily leaned back over and nudged his arm with her elbow, "Be honest, President, what do you really think of Bocchi?"
'What do I think?'
'If I have to say maybe like watching a shy, timid pink-haired hamster?'
'Pretty cute, makes you want to keep one.'
'And this hamster doesn't shed, doesn't need feeding, she finds her own food, goes to the bathroom herself, and even knows to carry an umbrella home when it rains. Zero maintenance, ten out of ten.'
But Kaito just thought that to himself. He didn't answer Yumiko's question directly.
After all, treating a perfectly normal person like a pet was a bit too much. If Bocchi found out, she'd definitely be upset, right?
"In any case, there's still some time before the performance. Maybe things will turn around," Kaito shook his head, choosing not to dwell on it. For now, the more pressing matter was buying a gift for Mrs. Miura.
He didn't agonize over it for long. Since he didn't know what would be best, he simply bought a high-end set of cosmetics.
For the vast majority of women, unless they're so old they struggle to walk, cosmetics are always a safe bet.
After leaving the mall, it was just around 4 p.m. The sky in the distance was dyed with a warm, golden hue, and a faint summery floral scent drifted in from who knows where.
Neither of them were in a rush to part ways. Yumiko's home wasn't far, just a half-hour train ride away, so Kaito decided to walk her back.
Of course the girl didn't object. At school, because of Bocchi, she had to keep her distance from the president. It was tough on her.
If it weren't for her parents staying at home these past few days, she would've just not come home tonight. After all, spicy stuff isn't a privilege reserved for boys.
Especially since, after taking their relationship further, Yumiko noticed her physical condition improving more and more, possibly even edging toward the inhuman.
Great power always swells the ego.
That crushing defeat when the president "destroyed" her was still burned into her memory.
This grudge must be avenged, no true girl could let it slide. Since she once had to beg for mercy under him, now it was time for her to return the favor.
Just a few more days.
Her parents were busy with work and couldn't stay home long. Once they were gone, she'd have both the time and the place to settle the score with the president.
Even if she couldn't get "meat" just yet, collecting a little "interest" in advance was still necessary.
With that in mind, standing beneath her apartment building, just before parting ways, the girl stretched out her jade-like arms, tightly wrapped them around his waist, buried her pretty face in Kaito's chest, and then, like sniffing a cat, took a long, deep inhale.
"Phew today's dose of president energy: replenished. Thanks for the treat," She said that, then lifted her head, ready to steal a bit more, maybe a kiss or a hug, but suddenly froze.
At the street corner not far away, a still-beautiful mature woman stood, smiling as she looked over.
Locking eyes with her daughter, she waved kindly and said seriously, "Good evening, Yumiko-chan."
Then she paused before continuing, "Did Mommy come at a bad time?" [T/N: ]
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Chapter 124: Mrs. Miura: You Can Fool Mom, But Don't Fool Yourself
"Mom mom mom... mom?"
Miura Yumiko was dumbfounded, it could practically be called shock, "Why are you here? Where's Dad?"
"Your dad of course is at home, where else could he be?"
Mrs. Miura still had that smiling expression, clearly enjoying her daughter's shameful look that made her seem like she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
"As for why I'm here... that's not important. What is important is, Yumiko-chan, aren't you going to introduce this boyfriend-kun by your side to your mom?"
Even though the agreed time for the home visit was supposed to be tomorrow, since they'd already run into each other, it would be impossible to pretend not to see.
Letting go of Yumiko in his arms, Kaito turned around and nodded slightly at the mature woman in front of him.
"Mrs. Miura, nice to meet you. My name is Kurumizaka Kaito, and I am currently dating Yumiko."
"Then I'll just call you Kaito-kun, is that alright?"
Mrs. Miura beamed with a full smile, just about to take a good look at the little cabbage her daughter managed to snag from outside. The moment their eyes met, her vocal cords moved before her brain, and she couldn't help but let out an "Oh ho~" of admiration.
Since the downstairs wasn't a place to talk, under Mrs. Miura's strong invitation, Kaito still went upstairs to sit for a while.
Because of the sudden situation, he only had the high-end skincare products he bought for Mrs. Miura, which could serve as a gift.
As for the fishing gear set he bought earlier, there were too many items, and it wasn't convenient to carry, so he had asked the shop to deliver it to their home and originally planned to bring it over tomorrow.
Only having a gift for Mrs. Miura but not one for Mr. Miura might seem biased.
But at this point, no one really cared about such trivial things anymore.
Mr. Miura had been feeling quite depressed.
The little cabbage he raised for over ten years was suddenly taken away without a sound. The old father's grief surged like a river, yet the child's mother was all in favor of it, and he couldn't even voice his opposition.
The only thing he could do, it seemed, was to slightly make things difficult for the damned brat who took his daughter, during the meet-the-parents session, yet he didn't dare to go overboard, afraid the child's mother would argue with him. Such is the sorrow of a middle-aged man with a weak back, having no say in the family.
But...
"You're Yumiko's boyfriend?"
All his calculations vanished the moment he saw the "brat" in person.
Mr. Miura couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
'It seems... my own daughter is the damned blonde?' [T/N: Blonde means cuckold as most NTR themes have yellow haired villains]
The two men stayed in the living room, while Mrs. Miura and her daughter went to the kitchen to prepare tonight's dinner.
Well, calling them mother and daughter wasn't exactly accurate. Yumiko had been like a decoration from beginning to end, and even when trying to help, she was disliked by Mrs. Miura as getting in the way.
And...
"Mom...", Yumiko uncomfortably looked down at herself, not seeing anything strange, and finally couldn't help but protest, "Can you not look at me with that... confused and slightly disgusted expression?"
Mrs. Miura sighed.
Not only did she not restrain herself, her tone became even more puzzled, "Such a good cabbage, how did it end up being picked by you... Dear daughter, you didn't happen to use some... special methods, did you?"
"Recently there are more and more laws about female predators, and if something gets exposed, you'll be starting with at least three years, maximum death penalty, this isn't a joke."
"Mom doesn't want to bury her black-haired child with white hair, let alone go to prison to bring you meals when I'm old."
"How can you so maliciously guess your own biological daughter's intentions? That kind of thing doesn't exist at all, okay? Do I look like someone who'd commit crimes?"
Yumiko couldn't help but grind her silver teeth, and grumbled, "Besides, I'm not that bad either, alright? I'm pretty, have a great figure, is it really impossible that he was simply attracted by my beauty and started pursuing me?"
"Fooling mom is fine, but don't fool yourself too."
Knowing her daughter better than anyone, Mrs. Miura ruthlessly exposed her, "It's fine if you trick mom with a few words, I'll just laugh it off, but mom hopes that after saying that, you won't secretly cry little pearls in bed tonight. Boyfriend-kun pursued you? I'd sooner believe I'm Oda Nobuna."
"How do you even know such outdated jokes...", Yumiko was speechless. Mom was already up there in age, yet sometimes still acted like a kid. She seriously couldn't understand what Dad saw in her back then...
"Hmph, mom's eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. Just looking at boyfriend-kun's face, I know he's definitely a good kid~"
"Anyway, enough nonsense. Hurry and tell me honestly, how far have you two gotten?", Mrs. Miura elbowed her daughter, full of gossiping spirit.
"What do you mean how far?", Yumiko shook her head like a rattle drum, playing dumb, "I don't understand a word you're saying."
No matter what, discussing this kind of thing with family was way too embarrassing, she wasn't open enough for that.
"Still shy with mom? Of course I mean the things couples are supposed to do," Seeing her daughter act like some ignorant village maiden, face redder than a monkey's butt, Mrs. Miura was exasperated, "Weren't you really bold before? Even downstairs you dared to hug and kiss your boyfriend-kun"
Yumiko thought, 'That's totally different!'
Facing a boyfriend and facing a gossiping parent are two completely different concepts.
"Anyway, you don't need to worry about that," She held back for a long time but still didn't want to give a direct answer, only wanting to skip the topic quickly, "...The hamburger steak looks a bit burnt, maybe it's time to flip it?"
Such a clumsy topic change made Mrs. Miura roll her eyes. She thought to herself, 'How did I end up with such a useless daughter?'
'So bashful like some dainty woman, not a bit of the heroic spirit I had in my youth.'
Back then, once she set her sights on her daughter's dad, she didn't say a word and just charged in, blocking the then still-naive Mr. Miura in the classroom, not letting him go without saying yes.
'What a useless daughter.'
'If mom were thirty years younger, would this kind of good thing even fall to you?'
Judging by Yumiko's behavior... it seemed like the two of them had only gone as far as hugging and maybe kissing.
More intimate interaction probably didn't exist yet.
'...Oh well, if the daughter is useless, there's still the mom.'
'From the first moment I saw boyfriend-kun, such a handsome son-in-law, our Miura family is taking him! Not even Jesus can steal him away! I said it!'
[T/N: we want oyakodon]
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Chapter 125: Compare Hand Sizes
[Dinner Time]
"Mr. Kaito's name... it sounds more like someone from across the sea, are you a foreign student?"
"Do you have plans to stay in Nihon after graduation? Of course, it's okay even if you don't. Our Miura family is very open-minded, as long as you two can live a good life together, that's what matters most."
"Speaking of which, have you two thought about when to get married?"
Mrs. Miura's enthusiasm was beyond imagination, and the conditions she offered were extremely generous, no need to worry about the house or car in the dowry. Kaito only needed to carry his bag and move in.
Hearing this, Yumiko was a little helpless and couldn't help tugging at her sleeve in protest, "Mama, what are you saying Marriage and stuff like that, it's still too early!"
No matter what, they were still students. Even if they were to get married, it should at least be after graduation, right?
