After washing the dishes, Haruki went upstairs.
Kyouko had just stepped out from the shower, wrapping a towel around her body and her hair. She raised both hands to adjust the towel on her head and saw Haruki reach the top of the stairs.
"Hmm? Don't tell me you just finished eating your breakfast? Did you put the dishes in the sink?" Kyouko glanced up at her son, standing in front of him.
Kyouko noticed his eyes looked like he was seeing something that annoyed him.
Hmm? I wonder what's with him?
And that look... Is he really starting to become like his father? That expression looks like he's seeing something that bothers him.
"Haruki~" Kyouko said while placing both hands on her hips, striking a pose that emphasized her narrow waist and full hips, not noticing her cleavage was showing through the loosely wrapped towel. "How do I look?"
"Stop being childish, Mom..." Haruki exhaled in frustration, his eyes fixed on her.
"Mou! Haruki! That's not how you compliment a girl!" Kyouko puckered her lips. "If you keep that attitude up, no girls will like you! And those eyes! Don't show that look when seeing a beautiful girl."
"What now, Mom?" Haruki facepalmed, his eyes still fixed on her body.
"You should compliment a girl that's beautiful like this?" Kyouko struck another graceful pose in front of him, one hand on her hip, the other adjusting her towel.
"Yeah, yeah... whatever. You are my mother. Not some random street girl."
Slap!
Kyouko slapped Haruki's arm. "You shouldn't say it like that! When talking to a girl, you should focus on making her feel special, not like she's bothering you. Look at her properly, smile, and tell her she looks beautiful today. Make her feel like she's the only woman in the room."
"Heh... like you'd know." Haruki chuckled, rubbing the spot where Kyouko slapped.
"Of course I know. I'm a girl too."
"Yeah! Mother of two! Already past four... ouch!!!!"
Kyouko slapped his arm again, then showed her finger and wiggled it in warning. "No... you don't ask, and you never, ever talk about a girl's age. Even if she's older than you, even if she's your mother, you treat every woman like she's forever twenty-five. Got it?"
Haruki chuckled again. "Yeah, I'll do that. If I see Mrs. Minami from next door, I'll go to her and say she's the most beautiful... ouch!! Mom!"
Kyouko's hand rested on her hip while the other facepalmed after slapping him. "I didn't mean it like that! At least look at her first. Don't tell me you have eyes for a granny!?"
"What? No!" Haruki grimaced, rubbing his arm.
Kyouko exhaled and smiled. "You should feel lucky to have a mother this hot~ sexy~ and young looking~" Kyouko made a pose again, hand tucking her hair behind her ear, bending forward slightly to emphasize her cleavage.
"Yeah, yeah... whatever, Mom." Haruki rubbed the back of his head and glanced away.
Kyouko felt annoyed.
He's really starting to become like his father!
Kyouko reached for his face and made him look at her.
"You're not going anywhere before making a compliment here, boy! Look at me and start complimenting me properly!"
"Eh! Why should I do that! You're not my girlfriend!" Haruki tried to wiggle free.
"Haruki!!! You're not going anywhere before complimenting me properly! Just think of it like you're talking to a beautiful girl you're going to meet in the future." Kyouko blocked Haruki's room door.
"Mom!!! Ugh! So annoying." Haruki exhaled and stood up. "Fine... if you say so. Don't blame me." Haruki stood with arms crossed over his chest, one hand elbow resting as he rubbed his chin, staring at her body, face, cleavage, and thighs.
Kyouko made a sexy pose. "Now say it properly. Treat me like the girl you first met."
"Hmm... you are short, and have big boobs."
Slap!
"Yikes! What! I'm telling the truth!" Haruki rubbed his arm again.
"You can't say that to a girl you first met! Especially when you just met her." Kyouko exhaled sharply.
"But you are short."
Kyouko bit her lower lip and grabbed Haruki's hair.
"Mom! Don't pull my hair! I'm going to be bald in the middle!!!" Haruki tried to wiggle free, his face getting buried in her cleavage as she pulled him closer.
Kyouko let go of Haruki's hair when her towel slipped, revealing her breast. She caught the towel and slowly adjusted it with a soft exhale.
While Haruki had already seen her breast. Full, round, firm with small pink nipples.
Beautiful...
"You shouldn't say that to a girl you just met." Kyouko's voice softened. "Looks like you need to learn more about how to properly treat women."
Haruki rubbed the back of his head while glancing away. "Whatever, Mom."
"Now go prepare. We're going to the supermarket after this." Kyouko exhaled softly and smiled after adjusting her towel again.
"Yeah, yeah." Haruki slowly walked past Kyouko toward his room.
Kyouko turned and glanced at Haruki. "Haruki?"
"Yes, Mom?" Haruki turned back to look at her.
"Wear something nice. Not something sloppy." Kyouko smiled.
"Ugh! We're just going to the supermarket." Haruki exhaled.
"Still! For someone as handsome as you—thanks to my genes~" Kyouko smiled and struck a playful, winning pose. "I don't want my son to look sloppy. Maybe while we're shopping you'll meet a beautiful girl. This might be your chance~"
"Whatever, Mom! Ugh! So annoying in the morning." Haruki headed inside his room.
Kyouko shook her head and exhaled, slowly walking toward her room across from Haruki's.
I don't want my son to be like my husband. Cold, distant, treating women like they're nothing.
Haruki should be someone who knows how to make a woman feel special. Someone who can appreciate beauty, give compliments sincerely, make a girl's heart flutter...
Someone who understands romance and isn't afraid to show affection. He deserves to experience love, and some girl out there deserves to experience how wonderful he can be.
( End Of Chapter )