Early morning.
Kouma woke up unusually early.
Glancing at the slender, jade-like hand resting on his waist, he gently moved it aside.
After Mrs.
Yukinoshita bathed him last night, Yukino had insisted on sleeping with him—complete with bedtime stories.
Understanding the importance of balance, Kouma maintained perfect impartiality.
Looking at Yukino’s peacefully sleeping face with its lightly closed eyes, he noted how different she appeared without her usual aloof expression.
Her fair, delicate features wore a look of serene comfort, resembling a lazy cat stretching in contentment.
“System, check-in!”
“Ding!
Host has checked in at Yukinoshita Yukino’s bedroom.
Obtained ability: [LV1.
Clothes-Bursting Cuisine]”
LV1.
Clothes-Bursting Cuisine: Dishes prepared by host become twice as delicious, inducing pleasurable reactions in consumers.
Small chance of causing clothes to burst off!
Kouma recalled that anime from his previous life jokingly called “Food Porn: The Animation.” Actual clothes-bursting cuisine?
He felt an immediate itch to try it out.
Scrambling to the bedside, his short legs dangled before finding his slippers.
After leaving Yukino’s room, he headed straight for the kitchen.
“Young Master Kouma, are you…cooking?”
The all-purpose housekeeper Mikoto, already preparing breakfast at this early hour, looked astonished at Kouma’s actions.
“Mhm!
I cooked often at the orphanage!”
“Today I’ll let Yukino-nee and Mrs.
Yukinoshita taste my skills!”
Kouma spoke with eager anticipation.
Mikoto’s eyes softened with sympathy—she now believed Mrs.
Yukinoshita adopting this boy had been absolutely the right decision.
With his gentle nature, he’d surely integrate well into the Yukinoshita household.
Perhaps he might even serve as the lubricant to mend the strained relationship between mother and daughter!
Watching Kouma’s skilled movements, Mikoto grew curious about what flavors this little boy could produce.
…
The pristine white bed.
Yukino stretched languidly in her thin sleepwear.
“Kouma woke up first…”
Noticing the empty space beside her, a satisfied smile graced her beautiful face.
Hugging that soft, small little boy to sleep felt wonderful!
Though she vaguely recalled some…
inappropriate dreams last night—with Kouma as the central figure no less! New chapters come out on g.com first.
As she got up, Yukino noticed a damp sensation.
After a brief pause, realization dawned, flooding her face with crimson.
“Thank goodness Kouma woke up earlier…”
She hurriedly changed every piece of clothing from the inside out.
“This is just…”
“My first time sleeping with a boy…
a few more times and this definitely won’t happen!”
Yukino analyzed rationally.
Absolutely not making excuses for herself!
After washing up, she and her mother emerged from their rooms simultaneously—only to freeze in shock seeing Kouma carrying breakfast from the kitchen.
“Madam, Miss Yukino, Young Master Kouma prepared this specially for you!”
At Mikoto’s words, mother and daughter stared in astonishment.
“Kouma, you made this yourself?”
Mrs.
Yukinoshita and Yukino sat down before steaming bowls of tomato egg noodles radiating irresistible aroma, their beautiful eyes shimmering with amazement.
“Yukino-nee, Mrs.
Yukinoshita, eat while it’s hot or the noodles will get soggy.”
Kouma grinned innocently.
The women picked up their chopsticks, lifting strands glistening with rich tomato-egg broth.
As the resilient noodles and bursting flavors danced across their tongues—the perfect harmony of sweet tomatoes and fragrant eggs sending their taste buds into ecstasy—their faces flushed with intoxicated delight.
“Mmm!
So delicious!” Mrs.
Yukinoshita couldn’t stop praising.
As head of the Yukinoshita family, she’d encountered countless master chefs—yet none compared to this sublime taste.
Between compliments, her red lips parted for more, each bite bringing waves of euphoric satisfaction.
Pop~
A faint fabric-tearing sound.
Then—ping!—a button flew off Mrs.
Yukinoshita’s blouse!
Her suit jacket gaped open, revealing flawless pale skin underneath.
Startled, her chopsticks wobbled, splashing vibrant red broth onto the exposed area in stark contrast.
“Madam, here’s a tissue!”
Mikoto rushed over with paper, glancing curiously at the noodles while thinking, “Is it really that delicious?
First time seeing Madam react this way to food…”
Kouma’s gaze discreetly swept over Mrs.
Yukinoshita’s dishevelment, secretly disappointed. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“Only one button?
This ‘clothes-bursting’ is underwhelming…”
But reconsidering—the ability was only LV1 with plenty of room for growth.
Plus, the food was undeniably exquisite.
Slurping his own noodles contentedly, Kouma nodded in approval.
Meanwhile, Yukino—previously immersed in gastronomic bliss—suddenly lost her appetite.
After stealing a glance at her mother’s chest, she looked down at herself.
We’re mother and daughter, yet…
…
Shuchi’in Elementary.
Right after school, Kouma received a message from Hoshino Ai:
“Kou-kun, come watch my live performance today~!”
Staring at his phone, Kouma froze—yesterday he’d used this exact excuse to fool Yukino.
Now it was actually happening.
Exiting the elementary school gates, he immediately spotted a familiar white car—undoubtedly the vehicle of Ai’s manager, Miyako Saitou.
“Kou-kun, over here!”
Sure enough, the window rolled down to reveal Ai’s flawless face beaming at him, waving excitedly under the awestruck gazes of passersby.
That radiant, energetic expression never failed to heal Kouma’s soul.
“Sorry Yukino-nee…”
…
Simultaneously, in the Service Club room…
The aloof girl periodically glancing expectantly at the door suddenly received a text.
After reading it, Yukino gritted her teeth.
“Two days in a row, this woman…”
She now understood—her opponent was utterly ruthless, showing no mercy.
“I can’t just sit idle!”
With limited daily time to bond with Kouma, if Ai monopolized it all, his affection would naturally grow deeper for her.
Yukino refused to accept her little brother clinging to another woman!
Snapping her book shut, icy determination flashed in her eyes—she’d formulate a detailed plan to reclaim Kouma!
…
After enduring Ai’s prolonged hugging and cheek-pinching, they finally arrived at the venue:
STARRY!
The live house’s name struck Kouma with familiarity.
Entering confirmed his memories.
“W-W-Wel…come…w-w-wel…come!”
A disheveled maid-uniformed girl with severe social anxiety stood trembling at the entrance, every cell in her body screaming to avoid human interaction.
“Bocchi-chan, you’re too nervous!”
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