After the club activities ended and he parted ways with Yukinoshita, Ryo Asakura returned to the classroom to meet with Kotonoha Katsura.
Bathed in the sunset, the girl's graceful figure was even more striking. When she saw him, she excitedly threw herself into his arms, the heavy basketball in her grasp causing the net to ripple.
"I apologize for making you wait so long, Katsura-san."
"Not at all. Being able to wait for Asakura-kun is a kind of happiness."
With a youthful smile as radiant as a flower, Kotonoha Katsura pressed herself against Ryo Asakura with the most yielding embrace.
You could feel the trembling shock even while standing still, like dumplings filled with tender meat, soft inside and slightly firm outside, just perfect.
The sunset clouds seemed to blush like someone who had secretly sipped wine hidden on the rooftop. Under the fading light, their intertwined shadows stretched towards the horizon. They walked hand in hand towards home, a picture of romance and enduring affection.
...
In a luxurious detached villa, Manami Katsura returned home and bent down to gently slip off her high heels. Her black stockings clung tightly to her shapely thighs, and then, with deliberate movements of her slender fingers, she peeled them off inch by inch, revealing her snow-white and flawless skin.
Her dark hair and alluring red lips exuded the unique charm of a mature woman. Tall and slender, she was a vision of captivating beauty.
As she walked back to her room, unbuttoning her professional attire, a significant softness was released from the constrained fabric, almost audibly. Manami Katsura opened her closet and selected an outfit, wanting to look her absolute best to greet her daughter's savior and the young man who had clearly captured her heart.
Her work clothes were discarded, and her elegant figure was now draped in a light yellow, low-cut long dress. Her porcelain skin was exposed to the cool air, and her styled hair highlighted a youthful charm, making her appear both beautiful and dignified.
The woman wore a diamond ring on her left ring finger. After toying with it for a long moment, she finally chose to take it off. Then, she gently pinched her cheeks to brighten her complexion and began to prepare a lavish dinner to entertain their guest tonight.
As time passed, Kotonoha Katsura's father increasingly neglected his family, spending his time in seedy bars and ignoring his wife and daughter. Their marriage existed in name only, a pity for Mrs. Katsura, who was as ripe and alluring as a peach.
...
Just as the doorbell rang, Kotonoha Katsura's younger sister, Kokoro Katsura, returned home and ran to the kitchen, asking curiously.
"Mom, why did you cook so many dishes today?"
"Because today we are going to entertain your sister's savior."
Manami Katsura smiled and reminded Kokoro to mind her manners. Unlike Kotonoha, Kokoro was more outgoing, lively, and sociable, and she was always concerned about her sister's lack of social life.
"Huh?! Really? My sister actually encountered a crisis and made a friend?"
"Yes, today is all thanks to him. Asakura-kun is a very good boy. Kokoro, you'll like him."
The mother and daughter welcomed today's protagonist amidst their warm conversation. Kotonoha Katsura led Ryo Asakura into their home, then she shyly released the arms she had been clinging to just moments before.
"Mom, Asakura-kun is here."
"Mrs. Katsura, I apologize for intruding. Thank you for your hospitality."
Ryo Asakura greeted politely, his eyes unconsciously drawn to the stunning woman before him. Her every subtle expression touched his heart, making him inwardly sigh at her breathtaking beauty.
"Asakura-kun, please sit down for a moment. Dinner will be ready soon. I insist you enjoy your meal tonight!"
Manami Katsura smiled gently as she made Ryo Asakura comfortable. She poured a glass of water and placed it in front of him. The unguarded view of her ample cleavage was directly presented to the young man, the plump curves seemingly inviting his touch.
After settling the boy down, she gracefully turned and returned to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. Ryo Asakura shifted his gaze uncomfortably, trying to avoid making a fool of himself.
...
"Big Brother Asakura, are you the one who saved my sister today?"
The pretty Kokoro Katsura threw herself into his arms, rubbing her cheek against Ryo Asakura's collarbone with a sweet smile.
"It should be said that it was mutual help between friends, Kokoro-chan."
"Big Brother Asakura is so gentle. Kokoro is really looking forward to you becoming my brother-in-law."
Kotonoha Katsura watched Kokoro enjoying the affection in his arms with a mix of envy and shyness at her sister's bold words. Ryo Asakura also offered an awkward smile, unsure how to respond.
Just then, Manami Katsura brought out some fragrant dishes and asked the three of them to wash their hands and eat, thus diffusing the ambiguous atmosphere.
At the dinner table, Madam Katsura enthusiastically kept filling Ryo Asakura's bowl with food, a radiant smile gracing her charming eyes.
"Asakura-kun, you need to eat more. Only when you are full will you have the strength to protect the girls."
It was almost inevitable that the young man's gaze would betray his youthful desires as he reached for food, his attraction difficult to conceal.
The mature lady naturally accepted everything about him with tolerance, after all, he was her daughter's savior and sweetheart.
Even more boldly, she hoped to garner more of the boy's attention. This household had been without a man for far too long.
Ryo Asakura's face flushed slightly as he ate. He was determined to avoid any inappropriate thoughts. After all, this was his friend's... Oh Ka-san. But his eyes kept drifting back to her, again and again.
The young man couldn't resist Mrs. Katsura's hospitality. The meal was a feast for the eyes as well as the palate.
Seeing her mother being so enthusiastic and proactive, Kotonoha Katsura, who was sitting beside him, couldn't help but also start picking up food for Ryo Asakura, as if competing for his attention.
The mischievous little Kokoro saw the interesting dynamic and joined in, heaping food onto Ryo Asakura's plate until his stomach was full and he was sweating slightly.
A long-lost warmth filled the house, and laughter at the dinner table dispelled the gloom. The mother and daughters all wore happy expressions. Ryo Asakura, sitting in the main seat, seemed to have become the head of their family in that moment.
...
After eating and drinking, Ryo Asakura offered to help clean up the dishes to aid digestion.
"Mrs. Katsura, today's meal was so delicious. Please allow me to help wash the dishes, otherwise I will feel indebted."
Manami Katsura looked at the earnest boy and knew there was no way to refuse his kindness. She gestured to Kotonoha Katsura and Kokoro to return to their rooms to rest, leaving the rest of the cleaning to her and Ryo Asakura.
In the kitchen, Madam Katsura looked at his handsome face with a smile.
"Asakura-kun, you seem very strong. It's been a long time since a man has been in this house."
"Um… I just exercise regularly, that's all.
"But Mrs. Katsura is even more beautiful and charming."
He looked slightly embarrassed, unsure how to handle this direct compliment, so he resorted to exaggeration, causing Manami Katsura's "fruits on the branches" to tremble with amusement.
Just as the kitchen fell silent again, Ryo Asakura's expression suddenly changed. All the subtle stimulation he had received earlier intensified tenfold, the slightest friction against his pants sending a powerful signal.
What, the Original God is activated?! No, it's the sensitive skin activating!.
On the previously calm beach, a parasol suddenly shot skyward, causing an inward gasp.
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At that precise moment, Manami Katsura wanted to place the washed dishes in the kitchen cabinet above her head, but because her hands were full, she couldn't reach. She turned sideways and said.
"Asakura-kun, could you come over here and help me put these away?"
"Ah?! Okay, I'll be right there."
Ryo Asakura broke out in a cold sweat, but he had no choice but to walk over, took the cutlery, and quickly put it away, trying to finish quickly to avoid any complications.
But Mrs. Katsura didn't seem to have any intention of giving up her personal space, and she didn't seem to mind at all being brushed against by the boy's warm body.
Just as other people's lives are full of stories, mine is full of accidents, Ryo Asakura thought in an instant.
The popsicle that had just been taken out of the freezer didn't lose its hardness due to the warmth. Instead, it brought an intensely cool stimulation to someone who had been suffering a long drought in the desert. This was the source of life she had been seeking for a long time.
...
Manami Katsura turned around slowly with a charming smile and gently lifted the boy's chin. Ryo Asakura froze in place, daring not to move. She spoke softly, her red lips close to his ear.
"Ah, Asakura-kun, you wouldn't want Kotonoha to know what you just did to me, would you?"
Mrs. Katsura's warm breath tickled his ear. Ryo Asakura passively accepted the "punishment" with a strange look on his face, his watery eyes seeming to reflect the imprint of youth.
"This family hasn't had a reliable man for a long, long time. Asakura-kun, are you willing to be the head of the family here?"
The young man remained silent, but his unspoken words conveyed his answer to Manami Katsura.
The lady glanced at him with a knowing smile, swaying her graceful body slightly. Having discovered a delicious dessert, she gently savored the sweet Haagen-Dazs.
Ryo Asakura thought that he had eaten too much at dinner, which was why his "wife" was still hungry. He felt very sorry for it and had to close his eyes and pretend not to see her secretly enjoying the dessert.
Currently available information:
Kotonoha and Kokoro are the products of Manami Katsura's test-tube baby. The father is incompetent and indulges in alcohol every day, drifting further and further away from the family. (Magic Change).