Despite a little trouble, dinner ended peacefully. Afterward, everyone moved to the living room, and we chatted. Kisaki-san pulled out a picture of the baby’s ultrasound, and we all looked at it together. At three months in, it was of course still small, but it seemed to be gradually taking on the shape of a person. You couldn’t see its limbs very well, but you could clearly see its head and torso. As we looked at Kisaki-san’s healthily growing unborn baby, we had fun talking about things like whether it would be a boy or a girl and what name we should give it.
It might have been a little different than that old saying that “children are the glue that keeps a family together,” but I thought it was nice how we could talk forever about the child. And so, we were able to spend the time after dinner together truly peacefully without any particular awkwardness.
After we had all bathed in turn, it was time for bed. The three of us would be sleeping in our rooms, and we had Kisaki-san sleep on a guest futon in the alcove on the first floor. Eventually, she’ll probably be sleeping in the same room as my father, but... Well, yeah. I don’t know how to say it, but them sleeping together the first time she stays over is... Yeah... I feel like I have to be considerate of them... I mean, I don’t know.
Earlier, there was talk like “What should we do for the next child?” and...if that happens, are they going to make it here? After my sister and I have fallen asleep, is Kisaki-san going to go all out again?
I don’t like it... I really don’t...
“Sigh...” It was past eleven at night, and after I got into bed, I deeply exhaled out of exhaustion and relief. I was mentally fatigued from a lot of things, but I was glad that tonight had ended without any problems. Kisaki-san had seemed a little nervous, but thankfully my sister took care of that with her strong conversational skills. It looked like she was serious about putting the mother and child first.
Before I went to bed, I sent Orihara-san a text that said, “It ended without a hitch.” and she sent back a stamp of a tiny cartoon character that said “Thank goodness~” as it cried. We then texted each other “Good night,” and I placed my smartphone next to my pillow. I closed my eyes and I soon became sleepy.
As I dozed off, I didn’t realize that the sleepover I thought had gone off without a hitch wasn’t actually over. A field trip isn’t over until you return home, and a sleepover is still a sleepover until you leave the house in the morning. And what was going to happen at this sleepover was still yet to come.
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I had a dream. It was the type of dream where you realize it’s a dream partway through. The vague, unstable feeling I’d had, like I was floating in the air, told me that everything I was seeing was a dream. I mean, there was no way that something like this could happen in real life. The real Orihara-san would never do something like this.
“Hey, Momota-kun?” Orihara-san said in a seductive, purring voice. I was lying on the bed, and she was right next to me, her body on mine. As she intertwined her shapely legs with mine, she ran her slender fingers over my body. To top it all off, she had her ample breasts shamelessly pushed against me.
“How about we pick up where we left off the other day?” she whispered in a sweet voice. “Come on, please. I can’t take it anymore!” Her voice was ridiculously seductive. Her words were so sultry...
“...” Oh yeah, this is definitely a dream. There’s no way this would happen if it weren’t a dream. There’s no way that Orihara-san would say something like this.
Seriously, just what kind of dream is this? Am I feeling sexually frustrated? Or maybe how we stopped at the last second before is still lingering in my mind?
“Just sleep, Momota-kun... I’ll take care of everything.”
Oh, come on. My subconscious really doesn’t get it. Even if this is just a dream, Orihara-san being this aggressive is just kind of... I don’t know, it just makes her less attractive. She’s horribly out of character. I mean, she isn’t a slut. She isn’t Kisaki-san, after all. When Orihara does this kind of thing, she gets embarrassed, and her face turns red right away, and it’s the absolute cutest. It just isn’t the same if she’s too bold.
Sometimes she approaches me on her own, but what makes me so happy about that is how she does it in spite of how embarrassed she is. It’s so adorable how she’s willing to do her best for me when she’s actually very embarrassed. It’s not the same if she comes onto me so erotically like she’s thrown away all her shame.
That’s not to say it’s completely wrong for her to come onto me so aggressively. I mean, if I said that as a man, I want to take the lead and don’t want her to do it, I’d be lying. There’s no mistake that I love normal Orihara-san the best, but as for a super aggressive Orihara-san... I’d probably be game for that. After all, this is a dream. It’s a dream, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try enjoying this slutty version of Orihara-san, who I’d be turned off by if this were reality. If it’s in a dream, I might as well throw away my shame and do whatever I want! Or something like that...
I decided to enjoy my naughty dream like a pubescent high schooler; however, my consciousness gradually started to wake me up. That’s when I had reality thrust at me and found out the horrible truth about why I was having such an erotic dream...
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“Hahn...”
In my slumber, I had heard the sound of someone sighing sweetly. But even though I was gradually regaining consciousness and returning to reality...the sensations on my body were the same as the ones in my dream. Chubby legs were wrapped around my own, slender fingers were touching all over my body, and overly large breasts were being pushed all up against me.
“Oh, you woke up.” A sweet voice echoed in my ear while I was still half-asleep. “I’m sorry... Maybe it’s because I’m still a little nervous, but I couldn’t sleep...so I came to visit you.”
“...”
“I know what I’m doing is shameful. But...I’m lonely. Because after today is over, I won’t be able to see you again for a little while.”
“...”
“I’m not in my stable period yet, so it would be best if we avoided going all the way...but please don’t worry. I’ll take care of you in every other way.”
“...”
“So, you can just lay back and relax. I’ll do everything for you. Don’t worry about a thing, and surrender your body to me, Shigeru-san,” she said like she was proclaiming her affection to her beloved, and in an instant, I was fully conscious.
“K-Kisaki-san...?!” Reflexively, I sat up and threw off the covers, and right there was Kisaki-san. The woman who was going to be my new mother, of all people, was aggressively wrapping herself around and touching the body of her new son, me. This is way too extreme to be called mother and son bonding!
“Aah! I’m sorry! Did I upset you? B-But I’m anxious, and this was the only thing I could do... Huh?” As she apologized, she took a hard look at my face. The room was pitch black, so it was pretty hard to see each other’s faces, but since our bodies were pressed so closely together, there was barely any distance between us. If you looked closely, you could at least see the other person’s face. “M-Momota-kun?!”
“...What are you doing, Kisaki-san?” What spilled from my lips was a sigh of despair and words of dismay. I hate this. I really hate this. What does she think she’s doing? As I was truly fed up and appalled from the bottom of my heart, Kisaki-san got a look of extreme confusion and shame on her face.
“H-Huh? B-But this is Shigeru-san’s room, isn’t it? I was told his room was right up the stairs.”
“My father’s room is across the hallway...” As you climb the stairs, my room is on the right and my father’s room is on the left.