In just a moment, a handsome, striking face surfaced in her mind.
Tatsuki's!
"Yukino and Tatsuki…"
Once Mrs. Yukinoshita understood what had happened not long ago while these clothes were still on Yukino's body, her head went dizzy.
Holding Yukino's panties in her hand, she genuinely didn't know whether she should put them down… or keep washing.
She knew Yukino and Tatsuki would cross that line sooner or later, but she never expected it to be this fast, this sudden.
"Yukino… she couldn't possibly be that bold."
Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't believe Yukino would deliberately send over clothes she'd done it in—still wrapped up with that much semen—and ask her mother to wash them.
So there was only one possibility. Haruno brought them here on purpose.
Was she trying to make her see what Yukino's private life looked like? Haruno was getting more and more brazen.
"…"
Thinking about how she couldn't really control Haruno anymore, Mrs. Yukinoshita could only let out a helpless sigh in the end.
Her gaze fell back onto the panties. Her eyes drifted. This is what my future son-in-law left behind…
Forcing down the shame, she used her fingers to pry it apart.
That sticky sensation made her whole body feel uncomfortable—especially when she spread it open and the strong scent hit her. It nearly made her lose her composure.
She pressed her lips together… and still continued washing Yukino's clothes.
More than ten minutes later.
Mrs. Yukinoshita finished cleaning Yukino's clothes and hung them out to dry.
Haruno seemed to have already returned to her own room.
Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at her own pale, clean hands.
She couldn't believe what kind of man Tatsuki had to be, to release this much…
What she didn't know was that Haruno had already taken care of a far larger portion. This… was only the tip of the iceberg.
Tatsuki—the man capable of creating a milky-white hell—couldn't possibly be measured by this little amount.
Tatsuki was the first man in many, many years who had truly been able to come close to her in any sense—partly because of her daughters' connection to him.
Subconsciously, she was no longer seeing him as a boy. Mrs. Yukinoshita was certain of one thing: He was a real adult male overflowing with intense masculine aura.
Whether it was those solid, powerful arms that radiated security… Or that outrageous, almost unbelievable indomitable energy… Or even that world-destroying level of supernatural power that no one could imagine.
It could be said this was the tallest, strongest, most powerful man she had ever come into contact with in her entire life—so strong it far exceeded her imagination.
Her eyes hesitated. Feeling something off within her body… Mrs. Yukinoshita ultimately couldn't withstand it. She chose to return to her bedroom.
Not long after Mrs. Yukinoshita's door closed and locked—Haruno's door quietly opened. Her eyes turned. She tiptoed over to her mother's door and carefully pressed her ear against it.
"Mnnhg!"
Haruno's eyes instantly widened—she really heard movement inside.
She screamed internally at how ridiculous it was. Tatsuki's stuff was way too effective!
But if she thought about it… it made sense.
If your face got covered in it, even she would end up dazed and wandering.
That extreme masculine aura—using it on Mother of all people? The results would obviously be explosive!
Thinking about how her mother had been alone for decades, plus the crushing pressure lately… in Haruno's eyes, it was only natural.
Listening to the sounds inside, Haruno's lips curved into a satisfied smile—her plan had worked.
"After doing something like that… Mother should feel guilty toward Yukino and Tatsuki, right?"
"Tsk tsk. Tatsu-kun… I'm working hard for our happy family here. Don't you dare let me down."
…
Because of Haruno—and what happened this morning—Yukino got awkward.
No… it wasn't exactly pouting. She just… temporarily wasn't talking to Tatsuki.
The reason was simple. She was utterly embarrassed. That kind of thing had already blown far past what she could process.
For Yukino, the mental hurdle was way harder than the physical one.
For example, the cat tail—after enough coaxing, Yukino could grit her teeth and accept it, but sisters working together and calling him Daddy… she couldn't accept those yet.
Tatsuki didn't force her.
Step by step—cracking open Yukino's little psychological defenses—was something he enjoyed too.
Anyway, Yukino was his girlfriend. There was no way in hell he was letting her run. Slow and steady. Every tiny change in Yukino's emotions was packed with fun.
Truly worthy of Yukino-nyan—her owner couldn't put her down.
He thought a boring class would pass by while he admired Yukino's serious profile, but then a sudden change struck.
[The 4th Apocalypse Game has finished loading!]
[Map: Swarm Galaxy!]
[Players: 10!]
[Game Objective: At least 5 players survive for 10 days!]
[Failure Penalty: Swarm Galaxy enters reality!]
[Warning: The Apocalypse Game has detected an ultra-outlier individual. Special game mode will be forcibly activated!]
[Game Start!]
[You have come into contact with one of the world's anomalous Apocalypse factors!]
[Apocalypse Chat Group connection established. Rewards will be converted into Apocalypse Points!]
"Tatsu-kun!"
Megumi poked Tatsuki's back. Yukino's gaze snapped over too. Time inside the classroom had already frozen.
The 4th Apocalypse Game… It was here!
"What is this? Tatsuki-kun, did you stop time again?" The eyes of the three of them all turned in the same direction.
Yumiko jolted at their synchronized movement. "What's wrong with you guys? Tatsuki-kun, is this glowing panel I'm seeing also something you did?" Yumiko Miura asked, confused.
"..."
Well damn—Yumiko got selected by the Apocalypse Game too.
Tatsuki sighed. At this point, he didn't need to explain much. He summarized it in one sentence. "Yumiko, this is a paranormal phenomenon."
"Ehh?!" Yumiko yelped.
She'd run into an anomaly again!
Remembering the terrifying monster the first time, Yumiko shrank back and asked weakly, "Th-then what do we do? This panel says I have to choose… can I just not choose?"
"Not choosing…" Tatsuki had honestly never considered that.
First of all, he wasn't scared at all. Second, based on his experience reading novels, if you refuse to choose, you might get forcibly erased anyway.
"I don't know what happens if you don't choose. You might be fine, you might die. My suggestion is: choose. Of course, if you have other thoughts, I won't stop you."
After saying that, the three of them—clearly used to this—selected "Yes."
Then the three of them vanished.
"…"
Yumiko looked around. Everything was silent. With Tatsuki and the others gone, she felt zero sense of security.
Clenching her teeth, she chose "Yes."
…
The Yukinoshita residence.
"The Apocalypse Game is back again?"
Haruno—who had returned to her room after eavesdropping on her mother for a while—muttered to herself.
She couldn't keep listening. Mother's movement was… intense.
It fit her stereotype of a woman who'd been deprived of affection for years, but what was even more insane—her mother unconsciously cried out Tatsuki's name.
That shocked even Haruno.
She ran. She couldn't keep listening anymore, or she might end up witnessing her mother's image collapse completely.
Way too scary. She'd never imagined that domineering, oppressive mother had a side like that.
Just as Haruno was thinking about her mother, she saw the prompt.
Her eyes narrowed, and she chose "Yes" without hesitation.
What she didn't know was—after shouting Tatsuki's name one last time, Mrs. Yukinoshita lay on her bed, panting after finishing.
Her kimono was in disarray, and where it had slipped open revealed endless mature allure.
Her right hand still hadn't moved from where it was. Her left forearm covered her forehead and eyes.
After release came endless guilt. She'd done this again.
This was betraying Yukino, betraying Tatsuki, and betraying Haruno too.
"What is this?"
While drowning in guilt, Mrs. Yukinoshita noticed the strange prompt in front of her.
...
The Yuigahama home.
Sitting on the sofa, Mrs. Yuigahama's thoughts scattered everywhere—she couldn't focus on the TV at all.
All she could think about was Yui.
After that incident, Yui's mom felt like the image she had in her daughter's eyes had completely shattered.
"Sigh… I can't even face Yui anymore! Why couldn't I control my hand?!" Mrs. Yuigahama gave a bitter smile and patted her right hand.
She was a grown woman, and she did something like that in front of her own daughter—then even shamelessly fantasized about her daughter's boyfriend. How could she not be ashamed?
"Ah!"
In the middle of her gloom, the bizarre thing that suddenly appeared made her eyes go wide…