It was around 4:25 in the afternoon when Yasuo got a text from his mother asking if he was hungry and wanted to join her for lunch.
Chugging down the water bottle in his hand, he tossed it over his head and it landed perfectly inside his trash can.
[I'll be there in a bit. Wait for me Momma.]
[Got it. Be quick while the food is still warm.]
With his hands on his hip, he slowly caught his breath. He turned around and looked at the two girls whom he had thoroughly punished.
They were stacked on top of each other and were passed out.
'I could've never done this in my old body. I guess whether I want to admit it or not… I'm Yasuo now. Even my morals have been swapped.'
As expected from the two girls who had spent the most sessions "working out" with him, they knew what he liked the best and were able to give him an experience that no other woman could.
"If only you two weren't so bat-shit obsessed with me," he sighed.
Taking a quick shower, he showed up fifteen minutes later at the dinner table wearing comfortable gym shorts and a plain white t-shirt.
"Did you leak anything?" his mother asked, sipping a cup of water while giving him this devious expression on her face. Even her eyebrows were jumping up and down, teasing him.
"No. But… they know."
"How?"
"One of them had placed a recording device on my shirt prior to our conversation."
"...Hahahaha," his mother Tomiko laughed. She knew her nieces were crazy for her son, but this was next level. She had to hand it to them. Even after all these years, they still knew what they wanted and were willing to do whatever it took to get it.
"I'll have a talk with them later. I doubt I can get them not to come, but I can probably get them to agree not to come immediately and give me a few days of peace to finish my business deal before they join us and make everything lively."
To be honest, if they came on the same day, it wouldn't really impact her deal because she wasn't really going to be the one spending time with her son, but that wasn't something the cousins needed to know.
This was the least she could do for her son.
But as she looked at how much his face was glowing and the satisfaction on his face, she wondered if it even mattered.
'How long were those three together in his room? Four hours? Five hours?'
As she stared at Yasuo's empty ring finger, she began to wonder which of the two he was going to end up with.
Perhaps… both?
* * *
Miyako had barely been able to focus.
She was in class but her mind was only on one thing. What in the world did she do yesterday when she was drunk?
Her friend tried to make excuses earlier when they passed each other in the hallway but Miyako stood her ground and ignored her. This surprised her a little because she didn't even know she had it in her to act like this.
She wasn't the kind of person who had a lot of courage.
When she confronted Yasuo and the blonde man, that was purely alcohol doing the job.
Sober, she was a coward.
But perhaps it was because of how terrible she felt knowing that she had cheated on her crush with Yasuo (she didn't), she had to blame her friend; otherwise, the guilt would eat at her too much.
Blaming her created this sense of anger that fueled the courage she needed to cut the friend off.
Every time her phone buzzed, she rushed to check what the notification was.
She was waiting to see if he was going to text her. Was he going to blackmail her? She's heard bits and pieces about him before. Was he interested in round 2?
'Please don't text me. Please don't contact me. Please. Please!'
Miyako had created a fictional story in her head and was convinced it was true.
If she knew the truth, she might just combust from embarrassment.
Even later in the day, as she was stocking up items on the shelf, scanning customers' purchases, handing them their receipt and bags — all she could think about was her mistake and how badly she wanted to pretend that it didn't happen.
Once her shift was over, she was hungry. Hungry, but also tired. Tired and in pain.
"Ahhh," she grunted, "my back."
She tried to stretch it to relieve the pain, but it didn't really help.
"Let's just get something to eat, then leave."
Checking the balance of her bank account, she barely had enough to afford a cup of instant ramen.
She bought it and then began walking back to her dorm.
As she cooked the ramen, the steam hit her face. Her vision was blurry, which was helpful because it was masking the fact that she was crying.
"I'm tired. I'm tired of studying all day, then working whenever I'm not studying," she muttered as she wiped her eyes.
Then she thought about Yasuo.
Earlier in the morning, she may have clicked on the search she made earlier about his family's net worth.
The number nearly gave her a heart attack.
"...If you're going to take my virginity, the least you could've done is give me money for it," she sniffled. Then immediately, she regretted what she said and shook her head.
'What is wrong with me?! Kenta is the only boy that matters. I'm not a prostitute.'
Slapping herself on the face with both hands, she grabbed her disposable chopsticks, placed them between her hands, expressed her gratitude for the food, and then snapped the chopsticks apart.
"Sluuurp!"
Her face was red as she ate the ramen.
Was it from the slap? Was it from the shameful thought she had?
Perhaps both.
"Sluuuuurp!"