5: Just a Mommy Boy

There's a man, panting and sweating, with smoke-like air coming out of him. His body moves up and down as he grits his teeth. After a while, he stops to drink some water. He starts again, changing into different positions.

After placing his ass down, he moves his legs to create a ninety-degree angle. He waits, breathes deeply, and smoke comes out of his mouth.

"Yuuta, mom will hold you like this. Come on. Start moving again."

"That will be great, mom, thanks."

The man then starts to move again.

Hold up. What the hell was that narrative for?

Yeah, what? I'm going to do many crunches here. Nothing serious. Just bonding time between son and mother. Mom is helping me work out in our gym room at 6 in the morning.

After my breakup, a month has already flown by. I've done many things and improved in many ways.

"You're getting bulkier and... taller? You even smell good now."

My mom said, looking at me, but I just focused on moving and shut my eyes.

"You mean I was stinky before?"

"You weren't, but it has become better. I feel like you're more mature now."

"Yeah, thank you, mom."

She hummed, "You're still young, your 15th birthday is five months away. You can still grow taller like dad. Yuuta, why are you closing your eyes?"

"Nothing. I can focus better like this."

"So that's the reason why you and Natsuha broke up?"

"Yes, that's mostly the reason."

"..."

She didn't answer back. So I opened my eyes and saw her. Mom smiled, looking at me with her usual cool expression. But she must be thinking about my real reason.

"Mom, you look like you want to say something to me."

"There's nothing. If it's good for both of you, I've got nothing to say. You both are still young. As parents, we just want the best for you both."

Kinda sad. But that's why I love mom. Call me a mommy's boy. I'm fine with that.

After some time, I'm done with my sets.

"What day is it?"

I ask her as she tilts her head sideways.

"It's Saturday?"

"I mean, what will you train today?"

"Oh?" She gasps, then looks away from me with a red blush. "Ahem! I'm going with my legs today. Don't walk out of the room yet; help me."

I chuckle.

"Okay~"

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

Mom is serious and cool, and if she makes a silly mistake, her reaction is always cute. I'm helping her put the weights on and making sure she won't get hurt.

Usually, dad joins us, but he's in Tokyo for a week.

Mom is inside the power rack, holding the barbell with one plate on each side.

"Huft... huft... huft..."

Every time she squatted, she let out a pant. I had to agree—she was quite sensual. I mean, every time we worked out together alone, she always wore that kind of outfit.

She tied her long black hair in a ponytail.

Black leggings and a black sports bra contrasted with her fair skin. She had a pretty, delicate face, a slim waist, arms and legs.

No wonder Dad built this gym inside our house. Mom doesn't look like a mother with a child. If she trained at a public gym, guys would definitely hit on her. Tch, tch. That would seriously irks me.

When she finished her set, I started to get up to the exit door.

"Yuuta, help me with the cooldown."

"Tch." I clicked my tongue.

"Don't 'tch' at me."

"Alright, stop giving me that look."

I help her with warming up and cooling down. It's really hard to do this—I mean, I have to touch her many times.

"Hnng~"

Should I shut her mouth with something?

"Mom don't make weird sounds."

"I didn't know you were good at massages. Lower. Keep massaging that spot."

"Mom, that's not funny. Are you doing that on purpose?"

"Of course not! Hmmph! I've been working hard to manage both this house and our hotels. I deserve a proper reward too. How did you get so good at this? Maybe I should invite my friends over."

Mom's friend? I'm massaging my mom while she lies prone with her back exposed. That means she's talking about her women friends.

"I just know how to treat women well. Sorry mom, I'm good. I had enough to be just Mom's slave."

"Yuuta, I'm your mother. Don't joke like that."

Am I wrong? I mean, she's a woman too.

She sighed. "You're starting to resemble your dad more. So, how was your final exam?"

"Easy."

"Hm... I heard you got praised by your teachers, so you weren't lying."

Natsuha must have told my mom. That girl has a loose mouth. Whatever. At least she's keeping our promise. Since we're close neighbors and childhood friends, things haven't changed much. Mom still has a close bond with Natsuha. Moreover, Aunt Haruka works overseas, so mom takes care of Natsuha in her place.

"Yuuta, when did you start studying architecture?"

"Since I enter high school, maybe?"

"Sigh. Sometimes your genius scares me. It's not an exaggeration to say what you're showing is professional skill, Yuuta. Are you interested in becoming like your dad?"

"Maybe someday."

Just this month, I earned 800k yen, plus 25k as a bonus from my part-time job helping Dad's architectural firm. I've only assisted with one of his projects so far. Dad's a famous architect, so there are plenty of projects I can work on. It's technically illegal for a 14-year-old to work, but Dad's the owner, and no one gives a shit when no one's looking—gotta love nepotism.

I'll use that money to invest in stocks later. Yeah, that's not enough for me. I'm sniffing out opportunities left and right. I'm working on something else too. I'll leverage my advantages to introduce something that doesn't exist here from my past life.

Besides, it's been almost 15 years since I lived in Kyoto, and I want to experience a new environment instead of being stuck here forever.

"Mom."

"Yes?"

"Can I move to Tokyo?"

Mom turned to look at me. "Say that again?"

Seeing her expression, I looked away.

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AN: Thank you for the response. I didn't expect to get so many comments here. I see a lot of waifus mentioned, but I'm not going to put too many anime worlds here.