I Was Reincarnated as a Creepy Fat Guy, Then Trained Myself Without Sleep. And Then, for Some Reason, the Heroines Start Approaching Me - Chapter 65: Kanna Feels Down

I have been engaging in sexual intercourse with the beautiful mother and daughter right in front of me. Reluctantly, I first had a relationship with Tamaki-san, and have been having happy times with her daughter, Kanna, since we started dating.

Even after observing Tamaki-san’s actions today, it seemed highly unlikely that she would step back for her daughter without some significant catalyst.

I’ll emphasize it again—I am Kanna’s boyfriend, and Tamaki-san is Kanna’s mother.

Therefore, I thought continuing such an ambiguous relationship was not good for both of us.

As I looked at the two of them with a serious expression, the Kanzaki mother and daughter widened their eyes. With their mouths slightly open, they expressed surprise, and their blue eyes were fixed on me.

Thanks to that, my arm, which had been savoring the ample marshmallow-like sensation of Tamaki-san, was now free.

As I sighed and slowly parted from Tamaki-san, Kanna opened her mouth.

“That’s right. It seems better to decide things clearly at this point.”

“…”

“…”

Kanna’s words, emphasizing her large chest with crossed arms, are reasonable. However, as for Tamaki-san,

She was poking my side while dripping cold sweat. Why is she poking me…

Well, in this situation, Tamaki-san was undeniably at a significant disadvantage.

Moreover, until now, Tamaki-san has treated me like a kid or, recently, used me as a male deterrent, like her own servant.

Well, considering she was a beauty comparable to an actress, it’s somewhat natural for pests to gather around her, but I think a little expression of gratitude wouldn’t hurt.

And as I pondered, I smirked and said to Kanna,

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m dating Kanna, so I feel like things might get a bit awkward if we continue like this.”

After finishing my statement, I glanced at Tamaki-san. She puffed up her cheeks and glared at me, looking somewhat childish. Although, there was nothing childish about her chest.

Tamaki-san immediately countered by banging on the table.

“What’s awkward about it!”

“Well, having a sexual relationship with her mother is definitely out of the question, right?”

“Yeah, he’s right.”

“Ugh…”

Kanna, agreeing with my opinion, nodded with a satisfied expression. Observing our interaction, Tamaki-san sighed, looking down and seeming a bit dejected.

“…”

“…”

(Itsuki, Kanna: She looks really depressed…)

Normally, Tamaki-san would throw in a joke or two around this point; it was the standard. But today, she was unusually quiet.

Well, I can’t say I don’t understand the reason.

For the sake of her beloved daughter, she can’t assert her own desires and sexual needs.

Usually, before going to bed, Tamaki-san takes on a cheeky attitude, making fun of me. I thought giving her a piece of my mind would make me feel refreshed, but seeing her in low spirits, it felt painful, squeezing my chest.

Perhaps Kanna thought the same, as she suddenly and awkwardly averted her gaze.

As we both silently moved only our eyes, feeling the awkwardness, the waiter arrived with a cart carrying our order.

“I apologize for the interruption. Here are the dishes you ordered.”

Saying that, the waiter skillfully arranged delicious-looking dishes on the table. Come to think of it, this must be Tamaki-san’s treat.

Meanwhile, she, still looking down, was sneakily poking my abs with her index finger, unbeknownst to Kanna.

No, seriously, why is she poking me?

I don’t have any ideas to convince Kanna, you know?

With a wry smile, as I playfully poked Tamaki-san’s stomach back, she slightly tensed her body and turned a poignant gaze towards me.

“Is everything satisfactory with your order?”

As the waiter finished arranging the dishes and inquired, Tamaki-san narrowed her eyes and, with a sulking tone, told the waiter,

“Two bottles of wine.”

“Huh?! Mom… Are you sure!?”

Tamaki-san pointed at an expensive-looking wine on the menu, showing it to the waiter.

Kanna, with a worried expression, asked if her mom was okay. However, Tamaki-san ignored her daughter’s words.

“Understood. I’ll bring it right away.”

The waiter said so and gracefully left.

With a somber expression, Tamaki-san sighed deeply as she looked at both me and Kanna.

“Mom… You never drink outside, and to top it off, two bottles of wine…”

Kanna muttered with a shivering expression.

Concerned, I decided to ask.

“Tamaki-san… Are you really okay?”

“It’s not a big deal. Hmph.”

(Why is she sulking like this…)

As I sighed with a mixture of frustration in my mind, Tamaki-san poked my abs again.

Well, Tamaki-san is an adult.

She’s not the type to play around, so she probably takes extra care in self-control.

I thought so foolishly, only to realize it an hour later.

“Itsukiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

“Wa-wait, Tamaki-san… don’t cling to me! Other customers are staring at us!”

“I don’t care about that. We have a special relationship, so…”

“Okay, I get it. But please, just step back for a moment! I’m begging you.”

It seems that Tamaki-san becomes demanding when she’s drunk. Quite demanding.

Indeed, like a clinging insect, she pressed her soft body against me, attempting to infuse me with the scent of wine.

Tamaki-san’s soft hair, arms, and the well-rounded chest and the abdomen that gave birth to Kanna—all of it clung to my upper body.

Helplessly embraced by Tamaki-san, I looked towards Kanna, seeking assistance.

To my surprise, her vivid blue eyes gleamed, and she had a slightly astonished, alluring mouth half-open.

“Kanna! Help me out here! Tamaki-san is completely drunk!”

“Hey! I’m not drunk! To mischievous kids who tease adults, I’ll give them educational guidance…”

“Ugh!! Please, I’m begging you, calm down!”

And as I pleaded, Kanna, returning to her senses, spoke up.

“Itsuki, sorry, but can you carry my mom and take her home?”

“Uh, yeah.”

It seemed like I was heading to Kanna and Kana-san’s house now.

By the way, that day had been a Friday.