บท 508: [508] Both Mother and Daughter Are Completely Satisfied
Chapter 508: Both Mother and Daughter Are Completely Satisfied
Seeing Mrs. Miura walk into the living room, Hachiman felt a bit of dread.
Why does she always have such perfect timing?
As for Yumiko, she seemed puzzled about why Hachiman had suddenly stopped. From what she knew of him, he wouldn't stop until he'd had his fun.
Why had things ended so soon today?
Just as Yumiko was about to ask, a familiar voice sounded in her ears.
"Looks like I came back at a bad time, but don't mind me, I'll head to my room and let you continue."
"Mom?!"
Hearing the voice, Yumiko's eyes widened in surprise, and she instinctively called out.
"What are you doing here?"
"I can see I'm interrupting, so I'll just head to my room. You two carry on," Mrs. Miura said lightly, moving towards her room.
As she walked away, Yumiko could hear her muttering to herself, "Yumiko is really growing up," and "first time on the sofa, how bold."
Seeing her mother like this, Yumiko quickly pushed Hachiman away, stood up, and spoke in a mix of embarrassment and urgency.
"It's not what you're thinking! We weren't doing anything!"
"Okay, okay, Yumiko, whatever you say," Mrs. Miura replied with a wave of her hand, unconcerned.
"It doesn't bother me."
"But it should bother you!" Yumiko said, exasperated.
"I'm your daughter! Why do you always assume I'd be doing something like that?"
Mrs. Miura continued in her breezy tone, "Because you're at that age, Yumiko. I've been through it, so I understand."
"Aaah, I'm so done with this."
Seeing that she couldn't explain things clearly, Yumiko was a bit frantic and turned to glare at Hachiman.
"You idiot, explain it to her!"
Hearing this, Hachiman stood up and began to explain, "Mrs. Miura, there's really been a misunderstanding. I had just finished preparing the caramelized pears and came to sit down on the sofa to rest. I accidentally tripped on the table leg, and that's why it looked like that."
"And besides, if you look, both Yumiko and I are fully clothed, so it really is just a misunderstanding."
Hachiman, of course, couldn't reveal the awkward truth. It was far too embarrassing.
Although he had only intended to use his "divine hand" to tease Yumiko, the position had indeed been a bit inappropriate. Plus, being caught by her mother would be embarrassing for anyone.
"Is that so?"
Mrs. Miura turned around after hearing the explanation, taking a moment to look over their fully intact clothing. Her tone held a hint of regret as she said, "What a shame. I was hoping to have you call me 'Mom,' Hachiman."
Uh.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Hachiman's forehead at her comment.
It turned out that Mrs. Miura was indeed a tough woman to deal with.
As Hachiman was mulling this over, he heard her speak again.
"But caramelized pears, huh? It's been a long time since I've had them. My throat has been a bit dry lately, so this is perfect timing."
Hachiman immediately understood her hint and said, "Just a moment, Auntie, the pears should be ready. I'll go check on them."
With that, he headed to the kitchen.
…
Before long, Hachiman came out with two servings of caramelized pears.
"Auntie, Yumiko, it's ready to eat now."
"Great!"
With the treats in front of them, the mother and daughter forgot everything else and sat down on the sofa.
Hachiman divided the pears between them and handed over two spoons. "Here, enjoy it while it's warm."
"Thank you, Hachiman," Mrs. Miura said, taking a spoonful slowly.
"Mmm... Hachiman's flavor, how nostalgic."
Yumiko nearly choked at that remark.
"Just eat your food properly and stop saying weird things."
But Mrs. Miura's breezy response left Yumiko speechless.
"Oh, what I said was perfectly normal, Yumiko. It's you who's thinking differently."
Watching Yumiko silently eat after being shut down, Hachiman found the situation amusing.
At school, she was so formidable, yet when it came to Mrs. Miura, it was like facing her natural enemy.
Watching the two blond beauties, so similar in height and appearance, elegantly enjoying their food was indeed a pleasing sight.
Leaving Yumiko aside for now, just by looking at Mrs. Miura, you would never guess she's the mother of a seventeen-year-old girl.
Though she wore a simple loungewear outfit, her demeanor was quite refined.
A long white cotton dress, topped with a blue jacket, cinched at the waist to accentuate her slender figure. Her legs showed through black stockings, with red high heels completing the ensemble. Sitting next to Yumiko, she looked more like a sister than a mother.
With her youthful appearance contrasting with a mature aura, she would undoubtedly turn heads if she walked down the street—a true beauty.
Feeling Hachiman's gaze, Mrs. Miura turned her attention back to him and asked, "Aren't you going to eat, Hachiman?"
Yumiko also chimed in, "Yeah, aren't there three servings? Why aren't you eating?"
"I won't have any," Hachiman replied with a small smile. "You mentioned your throat is a bit dry, Auntie, so you should keep that one for yourself."
"I've put that serving in a thermal container for you, just enjoy it tonight or tomorrow."
Hearing this, Mrs. Miura didn't hesitate to accept.
"Thank you, Hachiman."
"Is that so?"
Yumiko hesitated for a moment, glancing at the half-eaten pear in her hand.
Then, as if coming to a decision, she scooped up a spoonful and leaned over to Hachiman.
"Ah~~~"
Seeing her offer to feed him, Hachiman was surprised but didn't miss a beat and opened his mouth to eat.
Spoonful after spoonful, Yumiko, with a flushed face, continued feeding Hachiman.
"Yumiko has really grown up, learning to take care of others," Mrs. Miura teased, sitting beside her daughter.
"Oh, why do the caramelized pears suddenly taste a bit sour?" she added playfully.
Hearing her mother's teasing, Yumiko stopped feeding Hachiman, her face even redder, and started eating herself.
Seeing this, Hachiman sighed silently and stood up.
"Auntie, you two continue enjoying the dessert. I'll go prepare dinner."
"Thank you, Hachiman," Mrs. Miura said with a gentle smile, placing a hand on her stomach.
"Ah... so warm and comforting. It seems our stomachs will be happily filled by you today, Hachiman."
Hachiman twitched his lips slightly at the ambiguous comment but didn't respond, instead heading to the kitchen.
...
Time passed quickly, and soon dinner was ready.
Sweet and sour ribs, tempura shrimp, stir-fried shredded potatoes, miso soup...
All simple home-style dishes, so it didn't take much time.
"Auntie, Yumiko, dinner is ready." Hachiman announced to the pair in the living room after placing the last dish on the table.
"Alright," they responded and went to wash their hands.
As they sat down, Hachiman served rice to Mrs. Miura and Yumiko.
The two couldn't help but feel their appetites whetted by the vibrant and delicious-looking dishes on the table.
"It's been so long since I've had Hachiman's cooking," Mrs. Miura said, picking up a piece of tempura shrimp with her chopsticks.
A satisfying crunch sounded as the crisp coating broke, revealing the tender shrimp inside.
Relishing the taste, Mrs. Miura gently touched her cheek, lost in delight. "Mmm... just as I remember, Hachiman's flavor is so nostalgic."
Yumiko, too, was immersed in the deliciousness.
But as with all good things, dinner came to an end all too soon.
Not giving Mrs. Miura a chance to speak, Hachiman promptly excused himself.
At the doorway, Yumiko reminded him, "Be careful on your way home."
"Don't worry," Hachiman replied with a soft smile before leaning down and giving her a gentle peck on the lips.
"Goodnight, Yumiko."
With that, he turned and headed toward his home.
He hadn't gone far when he heard a gentle murmur from behind.
"Goodnight."
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