A Love-Comedy Comes Along with Sex! ~ It Seems the Human Race Will Perish Unless I, Who has Zero Dating Experience, Use my Cheat Penis to Create a Harem and Ensure the Proliferation of Our Descendants ~ - Chapter 97: To My Mother

Chapter 97: To My Mother

The moment I opened the front door, a nostalgic scent tickled my nose.

—The sweet aroma of frying onions, the sizzling sound of meat cooking.

“Welcome home, Hiro!!”

From the living room came my mom’s voice, bursting with way too much energy.

“Hold on, hold on! Where’ve you been gallivanting off to?! I was so lonely, I soaked my pillow with tears! …Just kidding, that’s a lie!!”

Mom peeked out from the kitchen, wearing an apron and wielding a spatula, which she pointed dramatically at my forehead.

“Hey! Not coming home for so long—you’re breaking your mom’s heart!”

I gave a wry smile, but at the same time, her familiar antics put me at ease.

“I haven’t been gone that long, have I?”

“While you were away, my heart was a barren desert!!”

“A desert’s a bit much…”

“What’re you talking about? The word ‘exaggeration’ isn’t in my dictionary!”

As she spoke, Mom deftly flipped the frying pan. The meat juices sizzled, and the savory aroma grew even stronger.

“Come on, Hiro’s favorite—hamburg steak! Eat up! It’ll cheer you right up!”

I sat at the table, which was loaded with all my favorite dishes.

Hamburg steak, potato salad, consommé soup… all of it, Mom’s cooking.

“…As always, this is incredible.”

“Right? Your mom’s pretty amazing, huh? You can praise me more, you know!”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks.”

“Hey! Put a little more heart into it!”

Even as she teased, Mom was all smiles.

I stared at her bright, cheerful face.

—Is this woman really not my mother?

I opened my mouth quietly.

“Mom… I…”

“Hm? What’s up? Why so serious all of a sudden?”

“You’re… not my real mom, right?”

Mom’s movements froze.

The only sound in the kitchen was the sizzle of meat cooking.

But then—

Mom broke into a huge grin.

“What’re you talking about, Hiro!!”

She slapped my back with gusto.

“Real mom or not, who cares?! You’re Hiro, and that’s enough!!”

“…But I don’t have a biological mother, do I?”

I was created through genetic manipulation, born solely for experiments. I wasn’t born from a mother.

“Well, sure, that’s true! But who cares about that?”

Mom pulled a chair over and plopped down next to me.

“Hiro, think about it. Who changed your diapers when you were a baby? Who bathed you, fed you, checked your school handouts, scolded you, and hugged you when you cried?”

“…You did, Mom.”

“Exactly!! Me!! So that’s that!!”

Mom crossed her arms with a smug look.

“Where you were born or who made you doesn’t matter! I’m your mom, Hiro!! It’s already decided!! No objections allowed!!!”

I let out a soft chuckle.

“…Got it.”

“‘Got it’ isn’t enough! Come on, eat before it gets cold!!”

Mom ruffled my hair and headed back to the kitchen.

I picked up a spoon and took a bite of the hamburg steak.

—Delicious.

“So?! How’s the hamburg steak I made just for you?”

“…It’s freaking amazing.”

“Right?! You can keep the compliments coming!!”

Beaming, Mom sat back down beside me.

As I looked at her, I murmured to myself.

—She really is my mom.

Blood doesn’t matter.

This lively, ridiculously cheerful, son-obsessed woman is the one who raised me.

“…Thanks, Mom.”

“Huh? What’s that all of a sudden?! Hiro being so honest with his gratitude—will spears rain down tomorrow?!”

“No, they won’t…”

“Aww, getting all shy~! Come on, eat up!! There’s pudding for dessert tonight!!!”

Laughing, I dug into Mom’s cooking.

—For the first time in a while, it was a night that warmed my heart.