Chapter 572: In the Kitchen...
"Good afternoon, Hachiman-chan," Mrs. Miura greeted warmly.
Hachiman raised an eyebrow at her choice of words.
"What's with the 'chan'? What's so little about me?"
Oh, you mean my age? Fine, that's acceptable.
Noticing Hachiman staring at her directly, Mrs. Miura tapped her delicate cheek with her finger, looking rather troubled.
"Young people really are full of energy. Hachiman-chan, are you feeling so unsatisfied that you're planning to make a move on me?"
"I don't mind, really. As long as Yumiko doesn't object, of course."
Hachiman twitched his lips at her comment.
Ma'am, why are you always trying to nudge me down the path of infamy?
"Hmm... If I were to get pregnant, what would the child call Yumiko? Sister? Or… stepmom?"
As expected, Mrs. Miura was indeed a difficult woman to deal with.
I hadn't even done anything, yet she's already imagining kids.
To prevent her from continuing down this outrageous train of thought, Hachiman quickly interrupted her.
"Auntie, you've misunderstood. Yumiko and I just went to the room to study."
That was the truth. Once you activate the study module, grades naturally improve. In a sense, Hachiman wasn't lying.
As for the specifics, well, those weren't important.
However, upon hearing Hachiman's explanation, Mrs. Miura seemed a bit displeased. She tapped her forehead lightly with her finger.
"Hachiman-kun, what is this?"
"Um… your forehead?" Hachiman blinked, answering uncertainly.
"Correct! And it's not empty inside, you know." Mrs. Miura placed her hands on her hips and puffed out her cheeks in mock annoyance. "Your schoolbags are still on the sofa. Saying you went to the room to study—do you think mom is stupid?"
Hachiman instinctively glanced toward the sofa and, sure enough, saw both his and Yumiko's schoolbags sitting there.
Ah, this was awkward.
But, ma'am, is this really necessary?
You're not leaving me any room to save face.
Wait… Mom?
Recalling how Mrs. Miura had just referred to herself, Hachiman couldn't help but twitch his lips.
Since when did you become my mom? Why do you seem more eager than Yumiko herself?
Seeing him remain silent, Mrs. Miura raised her elegant eyebrows.
"What's wrong, Hachiman-kun? Got something else to say?"
"No," Hachiman sighed in resignation, ultimately giving up any attempt at rebuttal.
After all, he had been planning to push her daughter down earlier. He couldn't exactly deny that.
And besides, this was his future mother-in-law. It wouldn't do to argue with her.
Noticing Hachiman's defeated expression, Mrs. Miura's face lit up with a triumphant smile.
Hmph, victory is mine.
Her son-in-law-to-be wasn't a match for her wit, and it seemed the future held double the joy.
When their child was born, that joy would triple.
Imagining such a scene made Mrs. Miura's heart flutter with excitement.
Despite being the mother of a seventeen-year-old girl, she still had a childlike personality, delighting in teasing others.
Until now, Yumiko had always been her favorite target.
But with Hachiman around, it was as if she had found a new toy, her mind already brimming with ideas for mischief.
That said, Mrs. Miura knew her limits.
Overdoing it might make her come across as overbearing, and she didn't want to be disliked.
Besides, once Hachiman and Yumiko got married, she'd have plenty of time to mess with him, wouldn't she?
With that thought, she flashed Hachiman a gentle smile.
"Since it's rare for you to visit, Hachiman-kun, why don't you take charge of dinner tonight? I've been craving your cooking."
Wait a second. You're really not treating me like a guest, are you? I'm a visitor, not your personal chef. Why am I always the one cooking here?
But then again, cooking wasn't that big of a deal, and he could think of it as doing something nice for Yumiko.
With that thought, Hachiman nodded.
"Got it. Leave dinner to me."
"I'm looking forward to it," Mrs. Miura replied with a charming smile. "I'm going to take a bath first. I got a bit sweaty during the event earlier."
With that, she made her way upstairs, only to reappear shortly after, holding a change of clothes in her hands.
"I'm off to take a bath now. Hachiman-kun, don't you dare peek."
Who would even think of peeking? Hachiman thought, exasperated.
Hachiman gave her a sideways glance but didn't respond, choosing to ignore her.
Seeing that he wasn't paying attention, Mrs. Miura didn't press further and turned to walk into the bathroom.
Not long after she entered the bathroom, Yumiko came downstairs from the second floor.
Spotting Hachiman preparing dinner in the kitchen, she walked over.
"You're still here?"
"Of course. I promised I'd cook for you, so I'm staying," Hachiman replied with a small smile. "Besides, your mom also said she wanted to eat my cooking."
"Tch, that old hag. Why do you even bother with her?"
Thinking about her mischievous mother, who seemed to find joy in teasing her, Yumiko ground her teeth in frustration.
If her mother hadn't interrupted earlier, things might've gone much further between her and Hachiman.
Looking around and seeing no sign of her mom, Yumiko asked curiously, "Where's my mom, anyway?"
"She went to take a bath," Hachiman replied casually.
Looking at Yumiko thoughtfully, he added, "Wanna come help out?"
Help out… in the kitchen?
Yumiko's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe Hachiman could be so bold, suggesting such a thing in the kitchen.
"But… but Mom's still in the bath," she stammered, her face reddening.
"That's perfect, isn't it? She won't bother us," Hachiman shrugged, completely unaware of her misinterpretation. "Come on, let's hurry up."
Hearing this, Yumiko froze.
If they were quick enough, they could indeed finish before her mom came out of the bath.
But doing something so wild for the first time in the kitchen? What if she got hurt on the hard surfaces?
Wait a second, I remember Mom taking out some small umbrellas from the kitchen before. Could it be... she's already tried this in the kitchen?
Hmph, if she can do it, so can I.
Recalling all the times her mother had teased her, Yumiko couldn't help but feel a surge of competitiveness.
However, being an inexperienced and innocent girl, Yumiko couldn't help but feel nervous despite her determination.
"What… what should I do?" she asked hesitantly.
"It's simple. Just use your hands," Hachiman replied matter-of-factly.
Use my hands?
She had heard it was possible to handle it with hands alone, but she was surprised that he'd only ask her to use her hands.
So that's it? Just my hands?
For some reason, Yumiko felt a faint sense of disappointment in her heart.
"Alright, but I don't have much experience. You'll have to teach me," she said, her voice a little shaky.
"Experience?"
Hachiman raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a puzzled expression.
"I'm just asking you to wash some vegetables. Does that really require experience?"
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Chapter 573: In the Bathroom...
"It's just washing some vegetables, nothing that requires experience, right?"
"W-Washing vegetables?!"
Hearing Hachiman's words, Yumiko's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You just wanted me to help wash vegetables?"
Hachiman found her reaction a bit odd. "Yeah, what else did you think I wanted you to do?"
"..."
Their eyes met, and the atmosphere suddenly grew silent.
Yumiko opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her cheeks flushed red again.
So, after all that, it turned out she had misunderstood. Hachiman wasn't thinking about that kind of thing at all.
Ahhh, how embarrassing.
Seeing the girl's face turn bright red, Hachiman raised an eyebrow and pieced it together.
So Yumiko thought he was planning to do that.
Tsk tsk tsk, he thought, amused.
Who would've guessed she had such wild ideas, even imagining doing something like that in the kitchen?
Still, Hachiman wasn't dumb enough to say that out loud.
After all, Yumiko was like a ticking time bomb right now, ready to explode at any moment. It was better not to poke the bear.
Selecting a few ingredients that needed washing, Hachiman handed them over and said, "Here, this should be it. Thanks, Yumiko."
Hearing Hachiman's response, Yumiko snapped back to reality, her cheeks still flushed as she began to wash the ingredients.
Before long, the vegetables were clean.
Shaking the water droplets off her hands, Yumiko asked again, "Is there anything else I can help with?"
"No need. You can go rest; I'll handle the rest," Hachiman replied, shaking his head and politely turning down her offer.
After all, he was well aware of Yumiko's cooking skills—or rather, her lack thereof. She was about on par with Yui, which wasn't exactly a compliment. The last thing he needed was someone causing more trouble in the kitchen.
Yumiko didn't mind being turned away; she was well aware of her own cooking abilities and thought it best not to interfere.
With that in mind, she headed over to the couch, sat down, and started scrolling through her phone.
However, as Hachiman busied himself with cooking, a sudden noise came from the direction of the bathroom.
It sounded like wooden buckets or something similar had been knocked over.
Hearing the commotion, Yumiko stood up and walked to the bathroom door, knocking on it.
"Mom, are you okay?"
What answered her, though, was Mrs. Miura's faint groaning, tinged with pain.
"Ugh... ah... hiss..."
Alarmed by the sound, Yumiko immediately turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
A wave of steam greeted her, and she saw Mrs. Miura sitting on the bathroom floor, her brows furrowed and her expression showing clear discomfort.
Seeing this, Yumiko rushed over, her face full of concern. "Mom, what happened to you?"
Although her mom often teased her, when something serious happened, Yumiko couldn't help but worry.
Seeing Yumiko enter, Mrs. Miura winced and took a few sharp breaths before speaking haltingly.
"My leg... it cramped…"
"Cramped?!"
Hearing this, Yumiko was taken aback and instinctively thought of Hachiman.
His healing light should work, right?
With that thought, Yumiko quickly spoke, "Mom, hang in there for a bit. I'll get Hachiman to help treat you."
Saying this, she rushed out of the bathroom and ran toward the kitchen.
Seeing her in such a panic, Hachiman frowned slightly in confusion.
"What's wrong, Yumiko?"
"Come with me, quick! Mom's leg cramped!" Yumiko didn't have time to explain everything, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the bathroom.
Hearing that Mrs. Miura had a cramp, Hachiman's expression turned serious. He turned off the stove and followed her to the bathroom.
But as soon as he stepped inside, he immediately backed out in a hurry.
Because the moment he entered, he saw a snow-white, completely bare figure sitting on the floor.
There was no doubt it was Mrs. Miura, and the sight left Hachiman flustered as he quickly said, "Yumiko, put a towel or something over your mom first."
"Oh! Right!"
Hearing this, Yumiko snapped back to her senses, quickly grabbing a bathrobe and draping it over her mother.
"Okay, you can come in now."
Hearing her call, Hachiman stepped into the bathroom again.
The damp air, mixed with the faint fragrance of lavender—likely from a bath additive—immediately enveloped him.
His gaze shifted to Mrs. Miura, who was sitting on the floor.
The normally composed and mischievous woman now had her brows tightly knit, occasionally gasping sharply from the pain of the cramp in her leg.
Although she was covered in a bathrobe, it only partially concealed her upper body, leaving her long, slender legs exposed.
But there wasn't time to dwell on such details—helping her was the priority.
With that thought, Hachiman crouched down.
"Which leg is it?"
Mrs. Miura bit her lip lightly and answered in a low voice, "R-right leg."
Without hesitation, Hachiman reached for her right leg.
The sudden and direct action made Mrs. Miura wince further, her brows furrowing tighter as she let out a soft groan of pain.
"Ugh… it hurts…"
Seeing her mother like this, Yumiko immediately scolded him. "Can you be more gentle?"
"This is gentle," Hachiman replied calmly, his tone steady.
With that, Hachiman began to carefully examine Mrs. Miura's right leg.
A muscle cramp, after all, is just a spasm caused by the involuntary contraction of the muscles, leaving them stuck in a tightened state.
Ignoring the smooth, soft sensation beneath his fingers, Hachiman worked his way up from the ankle, quickly locating a knotted muscle in her calf.
Having identified the spot, a faint glow of holy light emanated from his hands.
Under the influence of the light, the cramped muscles began to gradually relax.
Seizing the right moment, Hachiman applied firm pressure, instantly dispersing the tension in the muscle.
"Ahhh!"
Mrs. Miura let out a sharp cry of pain as her body jolted. Her snow-white, slender neck arched back, and her other foot reflexively curled.
The sudden movement caused the loosely draped bathrobe to shift slightly, revealing her delicate, rounded collarbone.
With his sharp vision, Hachiman couldn't help but catch a fleeting glimpse of the curves beneath the robe and the faint blush of something more hidden.
But he quickly averted his gaze, not lingering for even a second.
"It's done. You're fine now," he said calmly, standing up.
Hearing this, Yumiko immediately turned to her mother, asking with concern, "Mom, how are you feeling now?"
"Ah... it's fine now. Thank you, Hachiman-kun," Mrs. Miura replied, a look of relief spreading across her face as she expressed her gratitude to Hachiman.
"That's good," Yumiko sighed in relief.
"Since everything's okay now, I'll head out," Hachiman said, nodding briefly before leaving the bathroom.
Given the situation, it wouldn't have been appropriate for him to stay any longer.
Back in the kitchen, Hachiman resumed cooking as if nothing had happened, his demeanor calm and composed.
Before long, Yumiko appeared, helping her mother out of the bathroom, supporting her carefully as they made their way back to the living room.
Mrs. Miura was still wearing the same bathrobe, her damp golden hair cascading over her shoulders.
"Mom, sit down for a bit. I'll help dry your hair," Yumiko said with concern as she helped her mother to the sofa.
"I'm really fine now... Hmm... okay, Yumiko, go ahead," Mrs. Miura replied, initially intending to refuse. After all, Hachiman's treatment had completely resolved the cramp.
But seeing the genuine care in her daughter's eyes, Mrs. Miura felt a warmth in her heart.
Oh well, I might as well enjoy this rare moment of being pampered by Yumiko.
And so, Mrs. Miura sat on the sofa, quite content as her daughter helped blow-dry her hair.
The soft hum of the hairdryer filled the room, and her damp golden locks gradually dried.
Enjoying Yumiko's attentive care, Mrs. Miura's face softened into a look of comfort.
Hmm… my son-in-law is cooking, and my daughter is drying my hair. This feels really nice, she thought to herself, thoroughly savoring the moment.
Before long, her hair was completely dry. Around the same time, Hachiman finished preparing the meal.
Placing the dishes on the dining table, he removed his apron and called out to the two in the living room.
"Auntie, Yumiko, dinner's ready."
"Alright, I'll just change into something more appropriate and be right down," Mrs. Miura replied.
Standing up, she headed upstairs to her bedroom. After all, she was still wearing a bathrobe, and her long, slender legs were fully exposed—not exactly suitable attire for dinner.
It didn't take long before she returned, dressed in a comfortable, loose-fitting outfit.
The three of them sat at the dining table, and dinner officially began.
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