The next morning, in the living room.
"Good... Good morning, Minori-san," I greeted, my face as pale as a dead fish.
I'd checked my reflection at the sink earlier and found myself utterly lifeless and haggard, looking like one of those utterly exhausted salarymen you sometimes see on the morning train.
"Good morning, Yosuke. What's wrong? That face..." My stepmother, looking quite composed in her apron, spoke to me with concern.
Despite what had happened last night, she maintained a calm facade, as if nothing unusual had occurred.
"I'm sorry... I... I don't know what to say..."
I'd spent the entire night trying to come up with an excuse.
I was trying to find the right words to smooth things over without upsetting Minori-san.
But there's nothing like that. I'm the worst kind of guy, secretly watching my stepmother's embarrassing moments and getting aroused, even masturbating.
Continuing our relationship as before is absolutely impossible. Minori-san will definitely hate me... no, if she just hating me is the worst that happens, I'll consider myself lucky. If Dad finds out and reports it, that would be the absolute worst-case scenario—I might even get kicked out of the house.
"I didn't... mean any harm..."
That's a lie. All I had was malice. What kindness or propriety could possibly exist in secretly watching my stepmother masturbate?
None. I'm 100% in the wrong. If this went to court, the verdict would be 10
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against me. I'd be the defendant, and both the plaintiff and the judge would be Minori-san.
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Still, I cling to a sliver of wishful thinking, or perhaps a desperate truth I need to cling to, something I need to get straight.
Why did Minori-san murmur my name right after she finished masturbating?
That's the only thing I can grasp onto to try and get a lighter sentence in the trial currently unfolding in my mind.
"Hey, Yosuke-san."
Her voice is as calm and piercingly pleasant as ever, which only makes me more nervous. If she suddenly transformed and started grilling me about last night, I'd probably burst into tears and grovel on the floor.
"Sit down first. Let's have breakfast."
The food barely made it down my throat, and I barely tasted it.
A sandwich with scrambled eggs, lettuce, ham, and homemade mayonnaise.
I finished it mechanically, as if chewing sand, and washed it down with café au lait.
Judge Minori swiftly cleared away the dishes I'd finished eating from, then sat across the table from me.
Her large eyes showed no sign of disturbance. The faint smile on her lips appeared perfectly natural.
Yet... there was something oddly buoyant about her, as if she were excited or anticipating something.
Was I mistaken? What was causing this unsettling feeling?
"Hey, Yosuke-san."
The same words as before. Just hearing them froze me in place, as if I'd been struck by kanashibari—the Japanese phenomenon of being paralyzed by fear. I felt like a prisoner bound to his chair, awaiting his death sentence.
"About yesterday..."
It had come. So this was the topic after all.
"Y-yes, ma'am."
I straightened my back stiffly as I replied.
Cold sweat trickled down my spine.
"You saw everything, didn't you?"
Judge Minori tilted her head slightly, her gaze scrutinizing me with suspicion.
Even in this moment, I can't help but notice the full mounds of her breasts pushing up her apron through her shirt.
Though I couldn't see clearly, I'm certain I witnessed my stepmother's naked body.
"...Yes."
It wasn't just her naked body. I saw her masturbating too.
"Yes, of course. I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see me in such a pathetic state..."
My stepmother said this with her usual enigmatic smile.
"N-no... I'm the one who's sorry. You didn't do anything wrong, Minori-san..."
"Heh."
I lowered my head, and she chuckled softly.
"But we're both in the same boat, aren't we?"
"...Huh?"
"Hey, Yosuke."
Every time she called my name, it felt like invisible threads were binding my body and mind.
Minori-san's voice possessed a strange, bewitching quality.
"You were listening, weren't you? Remember what I said?"
"...Yes."
"What do you think of me?"
"What do you mean?"
For a moment, I thought I saw her motherly smile twist unnaturally.
Her gaze, as if seeing through my guilty conscience, slid over me like a cold touch.
"You don't hate me, do you?"
"N-no, of course not. I..."
I couldn't possibly hate her. Lately, I'd been thinking about her constantly. Imagining her face and body, fantasizing about what kind of sex she might have while watching married woman AVs and masturbating. The perverse act of superimposing Minori-san onto the AV actress's moaning face on the screen during masturbation brought me dizzying pleasure, always making me come really hard.
The shape of my "love" might be strange, but I genuinely, deeply cared for this stepmother. That much was certain.
"Listen, since we're here, I want you to answer me properly."
Pulling out her chair, my stepmother rose slowly.
Minori-san circled the table and came up behind me, her hand resting softly on my shoulder. Her delicate fingers kneaded the spot gently, as if soothing my restless, agitated state.
"Tell me the truth," she said. "No matter how Yosuke-san answers, I will never stop loving you. So relax."
"...Yes."
My stepmother leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered:
"How do you see me? As a mother? Or... as a woman?"
The hand on my shoulder slid down to my chest, pressing her I-cup breasts firmly against my back. Her lips were so close they could have bitten my earlobe.
Her voice pierced my eardrums, corroding my brain and sending goosebumps across my entire body.
"Uh, um..."
"Cleaning the hallway was such a nightmare. There was so much of it! It even stuck to the doors, Yosuke-san... Y-ou were so naughty♡"
The evidence I left outside my stepmother's room. I fled to my room before anyone could clean up, so of course I got caught. The stench must have been awful. The thought that I made her clean up such filthy fluids makes me feel so guilty I want to disappear.
"I'm sorry... Minori-san..."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Huh?"
"You're a boy. It's natural."
"B-but I... Minori-san..."
"You watched your stepmother masturbating and got excited, didn't you?"
Minori-san pressed her weight against my back, her full breasts persistently grinding against me as her right hand reached toward my lower body. Finally, her fingers reached the tented peak of my sweatpants.
"Ah..."
Her nails scrape across my glans, and my hips involuntarily lift.
"So you were aroused after all," Minori-san says, her hot breath invading my ear like a violation.
"What should I do? What should I do?"
Her thumb, index, and middle fingers.
Minori-san uses the tips of these three fingers to stimulate me through the fabric, her movements resembling a bird pecking at food. The ticklish, restless pleasure, combined with a teenage boy's insatiable libido, makes my hips jerk upward again and again.
"Turn toward me, Yosuke-san."
"N-no! Ah, Minori-san, this is...!"
I don't want her to see my face right now. I'll be utterly humiliated. I can clearly feel my underwear soaked with pre-cum. I'm thinking the most pathetic thing—how good it feels, how I want her stepmother's fingers to make me come like this.
Her nibbling fingers made her movements even more obvious.
Through the sweatshirt, she rubbed my erect cock, relentlessly trying to lead me to heaven.
Even without direct contact, this warm, moist stimulation was making me lose all resistance.
The mere thought that my beloved stepmother was doing such lewd things to me multiplied my pleasure by countless times.
"Ah, Yosuke-san, your expression is so intense! Does it feel good? Does it feel that good to be jerked off by me?"
Without my noticing, my stepmother had leaned in close to my face.
She was watching me. She was seeing all my shameful, pathetic self...
"A-ah, no, stop! Please stop!"
Wet♡ Wet♡ Wet♡
I couldn't take it anymore.
"It's okay, darling. Let go and come for me. Show me your face when you climax."
Minori-san's lewd voice pierced my eardrums as I surrendered to the supreme pleasure of her full breasts pressed against me, her fingers teasing my nipples.
"Ah... ah... Ugh!"
Squelch... ♡ Squirt... ♡
"Ugh...!"
My hips bucked pitifully as I erupted inside my underwear, releasing a massive load.
And to top it all off, Minori-san got to see my face as I came.
"Oh my... ♡ That was intense! You're twitching so much! Did you get enough pleasure?"
"Huff... huff... y-yes..."
It was all I could do to manage a reply.
When I cracked my eyes open, I saw a smile directed at me—a smile so raw and lascivious that it was hard to believe it belonged to my usually gentle and refined stepmother.
"Now we're accomplices, aren't we?" Minori-san said, smoothly pulling away.
I slumped back against the headboard, trapped in a daze by the overwhelming exhaustion that followed.