Hmm?
Miyajima Tsubaki was puzzled.
Logically, Sakura's senses were sharp; she would notice as soon as she pushed the door open a crack.
Could it be… she's asleep?
She was about to tiptoe and close the door, not wanting to disturb her daughter's sleep.
Suddenly, she heard heavy breathing… Although this breathing was not Sakura's usual habit, Tsubaki recognized the sound as belonging to her daughter immediately.
Wh-what's wrong?
Miyajima Tsubaki was about to ask.
After peeking inside, she simply covered her mouth.
Unable to say a word.
She saw Sakura facing away from her, her body curled up like a shrimp, her knees almost touching her chest.
She had white wired earphones in her ears, the other end connected to her phone, seemingly playing something.
Even from behind, one could see Sakura's vibrant, almost dripping earlobes, and her neck, similarly flushed and sweaty.
Sakura didn't notice her mother's movements; she didn't turn around.
It wasn't until Tsubaki had watched her for a while that she seemed to pause slightly and react.
She seemed to lie down for a moment, utterly exhausted, and was about to turn around.
Before that, Tsubaki, like a thief stealing something, immediately closed the door.
At the same time, this mother, standing in front of the tightly closed door, also started breathing heavily.
… Huh? Sakura… was just now…?
Was, was she thinking of Hayato?
He just left, and she's doing this here… How thirsty is she?
… But this also showed that Hayato really didn't do anything to Sakura… She had also asked Hayato about the condom, which made Hayato stunned. Huh? How could such a thing happen, but after Tsubaki finished explaining the time, he came to a conclusion.
"From a love hotel."
"Wh-what?! You actually went to th-that kind of scandalous place?!"
Tsubaki remembered Hayato's gaze.
It was like looking at a traditional old woman who had just come from the countryside.
"And there were three of us." Hayato grinned mischievously, intending to give Tsubaki a small shock.
"Wh-…"
Tsubaki was even more shocked.
H-how could her own daughter agree to such a thing. "Who was the other person?!" she almost shrieked.
Group activities are illegal!
Her mind began to race and envision scenarios.
"It was Ayaka-senpai." Hayato's smile vanished, replaced by his usual expressionless Sima face.
Before Tsubaki could exclaim "Nani," Hayato explained the situation at the time.
Getting a room was just for taking a bath or something, which sounded ridiculous, but adding that Tsubaki had checked her daughter's body that day… it was still intact, so she didn't think too much of it.
But she really hadn't expected that her own daughter would start "casting spells" less than ten minutes after the young man left… Th-this was truly…!
"Mom?"
"… Huh, huh?"
Her daughter's call from the room made Miyajima Tsubaki tremble, almost dropping the plate with the watermelon… "Cough, cough cough, Sakura, do you want some watermelon?" Tsubaki asked.
"You eat it, I can't eat anymore for now."
"… Oh, okay."
In this situation, Tsubaki shouldn't say too much. She quickly left, but then, as if remembering something, she said to the inside: "Sakura, take care of yourself…"
"… Oh."
Sakura was a little puzzled but still nodded.
After her mother seemed to have left, Sakura straightened her posture again and put the earphones back into her cute ears.
"Older Sister"
Hayato's voice came from inside.
"Ah~~~"
Sakura trembled involuntarily, then silently repeated in her heart.
Listen again.
Just one more time.
The last time...
"Hmph hmph~~~" The hot breath exhaled from her nostrils seemed to solidify into heart shapes.
Miyajima Tsubaki changed into a pure white bathrobe after her shower.
She lay on the empty double bed, looking at the familiar ceiling. An ancient light bulb was swaying, casting a bright light.
Normally, she should have been asleep by now.
But now, she was wide awake.
Above her was Sakura's room.
...Sakura, what is she doing now?
Thinking of this, Miyajima Tsubaki, as a mother, blushed shyly… Sakura was a grown woman, and doing such things was not shameful.
It seemed Sakura really liked the young man named Hayato.
Alas, if only he were a good young man loyal to Sakura…
Tsubaki couldn't help but sigh softly.
Then she thought, since he had a girlfriend yet still came to Sakura, did that mean he wouldn't mind other women interfering even if he and Sakura got together in the future? For example…
Tsubaki licked her dry lips.
Then she stared blankly at the ceiling.
At that time, Sakura was outside the door, and she and Hayato were inside.
Although they didn't do anything improper, it was truly something that couldn't be seen by others.
She absolutely couldn't let Sakura know…
What about after that?
Would he and Hayato do something downstairs, while Sakura upstairs was listening to music, completely unaware?
Thinking of this, Tsubaki couldn't help but lick her lips.
…Tsubaki, what are you thinking?
Miyajima Tsubaki quickly scolded her own dirty thoughts… How could she be so depraved?
But then she noticed the cherry blossom hairpin on the bedside table… She had thought she had returned it to Hayato, but unexpectedly found it in her apron pocket again. It seemed the young man had put it back when she wasn't paying attention.
…When they were in the bathroom, how had he looked at her?
She bit a corner of the quilt.
I'm… I'm sorry, Sakura… I'm sorry… I'm sorry.
After some time.
Then she stared blankly at the familiar ceiling.
Bang bang bang.
Thump thump thump!
In Hayato's room, the sound of gunfire and a man's curses rang out. It was as if a burst of submachine gun bullets had been completely unleashed, finally achieving a brief calm, but within a few seconds— "Ugh!" a man's scream came.
"Achoo—"
Hayato in the room sneezed. Summer nights were still a bit cool, so he had to be careful with his health.
He continued to stare at the computer screen.
Then, continuously moving the mouse, after a dazzling interface switch on the screen, he finally couldn't help but switch to the chat interface.
"Damn, the opponent is a Fire Kirin! It's spitting blue flames! How am I supposed to fight with a primitive AK?!"
Teammate replied:
"Isn't Fire Kirin a click-to-get item now?"
Hayato:?
He played CrossFire not because he loved it, but because besides 4399, Sanada Minako's computer configuration could only run this game.
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