Stealing Spree

Sachi and her group of volleyball club members arrived at their destination first. By luck, the girl never saw me.

However, I witnessed Sachi from where I was sitting going from being let down that I read her message too late to a very understanding girl who convinced herself that there must be some other reason why that happened.

Although I couldn’t hear what’s saying, her expression was enough to convey it. Furthermore, the girls with her showed helpless smiles on their lips as though they had given up convincing Sachi.

There’s also the girl’s swift reply which says, “No worries. There’s always a next time! By the way, here’s a service.”

Yeah. She also sent a photo of herself, fully showcasing her current outfit that complimented her beautiful appearance.

She’s pretty, of course. Her short hair was combed in a way that her fringes took on a crescent shape. It appeared as though it was covering one of her eyes. Her forehead appeared wide at first but with how her hair was styled, it started giving off an elegant air that high-class ladies could often see. Moreover, her glossy lips looked like it was dabbed in honey. It was enticing enough that I unconsciously licked my lips.

But that’s it. Compared to most of my girls, she could be put in the lower middle at best – or lowest because my eyes were already biased to say they’re all too beautiful regardless of the time and place.

Anyway, from this short instance, I deemed that Sachi’s head might be in the wrong place. I had no idea if she only kept up appearances because she wanted to continue being my friend or if she had motives other than what she was showing on the surface.

Either way, she seemed way too passionate about it. Perhaps the next time I see her, she’ll be as passionate as Misaki at getting my attention.

Oh!

Speaking of Misaki… Even though the girl still has no phone to use, I could only hear news about her through Itou.

Apparently, she’s also unable to leave during weekends, That made me wonder… Is she even allowed to have fun in their house or is she like a caged bird, only being freed in a bigger cage called school?

Uh. No way to know that unless I ask her.

For the rest of my train ride to the station near Mina’s house, my head revolved around the girls close to me and those I haven’t seen in a while. In the end, I organized my thoughts, casting off the unnecessary bits like who might be the one trying to lure me into that room with a stolen key or who was the sender of the other letters that I received two weeks ago.

Because nothing was happening on those fronts, I easily put them in the deepest corner, only to be brought up again when something else happened, to focus fully on what was in front of me.

“O-onoda-kun? Why are you here? Mina left earlier…”

Opening the door and seeing me standing before it, Auntie Yayoi’s first reaction was surprise followed by a hint of delight. Although she’s wearing a different set of clothes than yesterday, the aesthetic combination of it was the same. It fully emphasized her wide hips and busty front while also not neglecting her mature beauty.

Even just standing here before her, I was already charmed.

I guess that’s the effect of accepting her yesterday. I would look at her favorably regardless of the time, place, and reason.

Obviously, the guilt that Mina mentioned was also very apparent. If I had to describe it, it’s like an unusual stench being exuded by her whole body. Even if I tried to take my mind off of it and ignore it, it was making itself known even with just her slight movements.

That’s why to resolve this quickly, I threw away my hesitation and made my move right away.

“I came to see you, Auntie.” As I said that, my lips gradually drew an arc as I reached into the hand holding the doorknob.

Following that, I boldly stepped forward, closing our distance and entering their house completely.

By the time Auntie Yayoi could react, she was already in my embrace, dumbfounded and at a loss for words.

“Yesterday wasn't a dream. If that’s what you’re wondering.” I started as I carefully adjusted the fringes extending from the middle of her head. “I like Auntie at the same time as I love Mina.”

Guiding her step by step back to the living room, I never broke our gaze.

I could see that she was still trying to process everything so… this was my only chance to fully get her in line with my thoughts. “If someone has to be guilty here, it should be me and not you. I was greedy enough to go after you as well even though I could very well be a son to you. Or a son-in-law.”

“That’s not it, Onoda-kun. I’m not guilty of accepting you as my… newfound love.” Although that’s an admission that she’s really guilty, it also became a clarification that Mina’s conjecture was wrong. It’s an entirely different sense of guilt.

Finding the chance to separate from me, Auntie Yayoi took a step back.

However, because she was too focused on me, the woman forgot that we were already too close to their sofa.

“E-eh? Hel—”

Auntie Yayoi hit the armrest by her butt and fell straight down to it. Her adorable yelp cut her words off as she seemingly bounced on top of it.

Even with my quick reflex, I failed to catch her. Fortunately enough, she didn’t suffer from it, instead, it put her in a rather suggestive position.

With her legs spread open, it allowed me to see through her skirt, giving me a glimpse of a very sexy underwear.

Although she quickly covered it up by closing her legs and pressing her hands on it, I had already captured it completely.

Nonetheless, I didn’t comment on it and simply approached her. I sat down on her side, my arms sliding across her navel as I overlooked the woman’s embarrassed expression from above, “Really? Then what is it, Auntie?”

Auntie Yayoi’s eyes darted around at first as though she was trying to find an escape route. However, when she felt my arm already tucked beneath her, she gave up and heaved a huge sigh.

“It’s like this, Onoda-kun… I’m guilty of thinking that I am the better fit for you and not Hina.”

Upon saying that, Auntie Yayoi’s eyes covered her face with both of her hands.

This… What did she mean by that? Is she actually just fantasizing about getting me all to herself?

“Is… is that all?” Because I was a little surprised, I almost stuttered there.

Answering my question, Auntie Yayoi lowered her hand a bit, only enough for her eyes to meet mine, followed by a cutesy nod.

“Auntie… Do you know? Mina is very worried that you’re feeling guilty over what happened… As it turns out, it’s not as serious as she thought.”

Upon revealing that, I quickly reached for my phone and contacted Mina.

A few seconds later, I handed the phone to Auntie Yayoi and let the mother and daughter clear it up by talking directly to each other.

“… Mom, next time, don’t act like you’ve done something wrong to me! You made me worried there. And Ruki, I’ll leave my mother to you. Let her understand.” Mina ended the call upon saying that. They reached an understanding, of course. But that last bit…

“Eh? Mi-chan? Onoda-kun?”

Yeah. Auntie Yayoi was clueless as to what the girl meant by it.