My girlfriend's mother turned out to be my stalker

“Haa…feels refreshed,” I said while rubbing my slightly damp hair with a towel.

Since it was hot, I didn’t bother wearing anything on my upper body.

Walking into the room in just my shorts, I looked around…before a helpless smile formed on my lips.

Turning my focus to the kitchen which was just beside the entrance, I found a pretty girl busily cooking something while wearing an apron.

I stepped closer, the soft sound of my footsteps lost under the quiet bubbling of the soup.
Sliding my arms around her waist, I pulled her back into me, feeling her warmth seep into my chest.

I breathed her in—her scent sweet and addictive—before murmuring against her ear,
“Thanks for arranging my things… I feel bad making you work so hard for me.”

Her red lips curved into a faint smile. “It’s nothing. I like taking care of things,” she said, still moving the spatula.
The soup’s steam curled into the air, and the smell of freshly cooked rice filled the room.

I pressed my lips to her nape, letting them linger there. “This apron… It’s perfect on you.”
Another kiss landed at the base of her neck, and I felt the tiny shiver that ran through her.

“K-Kei… I’m cooking…” she whispered, but her voice was already trembling.

I ignored the protest, brushing my lips along the curve of her neck before teasing her ear with my teeth.

My hands slid slowly, exploring her curves, touching the spots that made her breath hitch.

She let go of the spatula, both hands gripping the counter for support.

Her head tilted forward, eyes closing as her body melted against mine.

My fingers slipped under her shirt, tracing slow, lazy lines along her waist.
Her skin was warm, soft… tempting.

Just when her breathing turned ragged, she managed to whisper,
“Have you… Seen the time? You’ll be—ah—late…”

I glanced at the small clock on the counter.

5.35.

I needed to be there at six.

It would take ten minutes to get there.

She was right about me getting late, but “You don’t want me?” I asked in an innocent voice, cornering her.

It was fun to make her feel helpless.

My innocent Sumire could do nothing but look at me over her shoulder and say, “You know how much I love being with you …but I don’t want you to regret our moments later because you got late at work.”

I sighed, she was right.

I gave her soft cheek a brief kiss before apologizing, “Sorry. Let’s eat.”

I helped her serve the soup and rice. She had fried some chicken in honey garlic sauce as well which went well with the white rice.

Once seated at the table, we began eating.

And the first bite it all took for me to say, “Marry me. This food…I need it every day.”

Sumire giggled, “I hear that every time. Are you sure you are not just saying that because you are hungry?”

I tilted my head, “Did you forget the last trip? Even after having the buffet, I ate the lunch you brought. That much I worship dishes made by those hands.”

She smiled shyly, placing a piece of chicken on my plate.

I happily devoured everything, and by fifteen minutes to six, we were standing on the doorstep.

As I locked my door, she told me, “Don’t forget, you are having dinner tomorrow at my house.”

I paused…before looking at her, “I get off work at eight. And it would take at least twenty minutes to reach your place…”

“Doesn’t matter. Mum wants to meet you so be there.” She was reluctant to hear otherwise.

I sighed before nodding, “Alright.”

Once I locked the door and we headed towards the stairs, she asked, “You…don’t want to meet my Mom?”

I hurriedly shook my head, “That’s not it. It’s just…the last time I met her…things were quite difficult for her. I just don’t want to trigger her trauma.”

The last time I met her mother, she was crying and shaken up.

Police arrived and so much happened.

I just don’t want to go through all that trauma again upon seeing me.

Feeling the warmth on my hand, I glanced at my girlfriend.

She had a serious look on her face when she said, “You saved her, Kei. If anything, she feels grateful to you and wants to properly thank you. Please don’t reject her intentions.”

I realized my mistake and instantly nodded, “Alright, I will be there.”

Her smile returned and peace returned to my heart.

She leaned her head on my shoulder as we silently reached the cafe where I work.

Turning toward me, Sumire said, “Take care and if that man shouts too much, just bash him in the face and leave the job.”

I chuckled at those words, “Will do,”

Leaving those words, we parted ways.

Now…let’s see how Tanaka-san reacts to my request.