Stealing Spree-Novel

When it was time for me to leave, I didn’t go out alone. Rumi decided to tag along with me, saying she also had somewhere to go. Due to that, I offered to walk her to her destination, not just to fulfill my duty as her boyfriend but also to extend our time together no matter how short it would be.

Obviously, Rumi readily accepted it.

It went without saying that having me accompany her was what she was aiming for. After all, her destination wasn’t anything special like a friend’s house or an appointment but simply the nearby convenience store.

Ah. No. She changed it to a shop near the train station.

Yep. Rumi just couldn’t be honest in saying that she wants to escort. While I didn’t point that out, I made sure to tease her a lot before she separated from me right at the train platform. If not for my prior schedule, I probably would change my mind and stay with her until late in the night. I couldn’t get enough of her reactions, after all. Seeing her smile and blush while looking at me filled with affection made my chest warm and fuzzy. I wouldn’t mind getting drunk with it.

Mhm. That’s the feeling of being in love. And there’s no doubt that I’m feeling the same for everyone regardless of our situation. While this was only my own opinion, it’s different from the men whose reason for getting more girls was to stroke their ego and brag about how easy it was to get another girl. That’s why they’re called playboys. It’s all fun and games for them.

Ichihara Jun was also like that. He’s flirting with the other girls not because he likes them, it’s all about showing off that he can do that. And most likely, he has yet to experience the genuine feeling of romantic love. Maybe he will in the future but towards Marika or any other girl he got involved with, that has yet to happen.

What he feels for Marika is simply possessiveness since he deemed her to be his already after being promised marriage. That’s all.

As for Marika, she also initially doesn’t feel anything for him. He’s a stranger, after all. But to cope with her situation, she decided to try cultivating it. Unfortunately, she has been constantly failing.

And with my appearance, she was well on her way to giving up on it completely. Or perhaps, she had already given up.

Whose fault is that? Ichihara Jun, of course.

If not for him being a spoiled brat, I doubt I will be involved with Marika who’s always surrounded by her followers.

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“Huh? Onoda-kun? What are you doing here?” Covering her mouth with her hands, Auntie Yayoi’s eyes widened as she clearly did not expect me to be the one knocking at their door.

Just a few seconds earlier, I heard her rather loud grumbling from inside saying how her nap time was disturbed.

And sure enough, looking at her disheveled hair as well as her droopy eyes this time, it’s undeniable that she had just woken up. It’s early afternoon, a great time to take one.

Since I planned this to be a surprise, I didn’t inform them of my plan to visit. That’s also what happened with Rumi earlier, after all.

Anyway, looking at what she was wearing which once again couldn’t hide how curvy her body is, my perverted side egged me to ogle her for quite a long while.

Uh. It might not just be my perverted side. I really missed her. It’s been a week, after all.

“Is it a bad time to visit?” Putting on my usual warm smile that I only shows to the women in my life, I answered her question with another question, squaring up to the woman’s surprised reaction.

Auntie Yayoi’s drowsiness seemingly disappeared as a shade of red gradually occupied her face. She’s flustered at my appearance but at the same time, the same hint of delight flashed across her beautiful face.

“N-no! You’re always welcome...” Auntie Yayoi appeared excited at first but after a pause, her face gradually turned sullen as she voiced her mind, “But, Onoda-kun... can you at least tell me when you are coming? It’s like this last time. You’re not letting me prepare.”

Uh. She got a point... Even if I called this a surprise, she probably preferred to at least have a few minutes to prepare herself. Like putting on her best appearance or just making a snack for us.

I guess I have to make that adjustment in the future. The last thing I want to see is Auntie Yayoi feeling down because of this.

“Un. I’ll keep that in mind, Auntie...”

“That’s a promise?”

I readily nodded followed by my hands reaching for hers, “Yes. It is... By the way, Auntie. I missed you.”

Although I said that, I didn’t make any other bold moves. As much as I wanted to hold her right away, I held myself back for a moment. I mean, their neighbors might see us and it could cause damage to her reputation. He’s now one of my girls too... I ought to protect her and not become a problem for her.

Auntie Yayoi also seemed to find it endearing. Her expression reverted to being flustered as she cupped her own cheek as she tried to cover up the smile that was forming on her face.

“Me too.” As Auntie Yayoi replied with a whisper, she pulled on my hand, bringing me close to her.

And I reacted accordingly to that. Before I let myself fall inside her embrace, I lightly kicked the door behind me, just enough to shut it close.

With this, whatever happened next, we’re already in a private place.

As her arms wrapped around me, Auntie Yayoi’s warmth spread all over my body. My face planted squarely on her bountiful chest and my head was immediately taken care of by her gentle hands.

With my restraint loosening up, I soon reciprocated that embrace as the two of us gradually moved to their living room.

When I lifted my head out of the heavenly softness, I found my lovely tea girl staring at me while smirking. ????????????????e????????.????????m

“This idiot. If I don’t know you, I’ll think that you’re only visiting my mom.” Mina shook her head as she pressed a finger on my nose.

“Eh? Mii-chan. I thought you were also taking a nap.” Because she’s also caught up with our short, intimate moment, Auntie Yayoi was also late to notice her daughter.

“I woke up from his knocks too but seeing you already coming to the door, I didn’t race you to it... I heard your voices shortly after that. Mom, do you mind passing him to me?”

This girl... Passing me? What am I? A ball?

However, Auntie Yayoi didn’t even wait for a second before doing what Mina asked.

Pulling me out of her embrace, she then pushed me to her daughter who nimbly caught me.

Sure, I could’ve moved to prevent this from happening... but what can I say? It’s kinda amusing that this is happening in the first place.

Besides, after that day, this should be the first interaction between the two of them with me at the center. It’s understandable that it would be this awkward. That’s why it’s also my job to smoothen that up.

“Obviously, I’m also here for you. I missed you, Mina.” Although a little late, I still responded to what she said earlier and while doing so, I put on my shameless smile that she’s already used to.

“I know, you do. Idiot.” With pouted lips that seemed to say she was a little upset, Mina pushed my head down on her chest, copying what her mother did.

It’s not bad to experience both mountains. I tell you. Although Mina was still lacking in size when compared to her mother, it was never an issue for me. I mean, even Ria who had yet to develop could satisfy me just the same...

After hugging me for a minute, the girl soon released me.

Auntie Yayoi remained at our side as she seemed to have no idea how to act.

Nonetheless, when Mina and I decided to sit down, I reached for Auntie Yayoi’s hand, pulling her down with us.

Sensing that she was still a little stiff, I pushed my head close to her ear and whispered. Follow current s on Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

“Auntie, let me be as shameless as I can be. Like I said earlier, I’m also here for you... To thank you and spend more time with you.”

Although I thought of only ending that with a kiss on her cheek, I cashed in my shamelessness and switched my target to her lips, kissing her intimately before she could utter a reply. To be fair, I didn’t neglect the girl on my other side. I gave Mina the same treatment before letting myself be at their mercy when they seemingly came up with the same response. Pinning me down on my seat.