The Case of the Older Woman Next Door Being Way Too Lewd - 31

Chapter 31: The Older Woman Who Exercises

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“I guess we’ll go with this for today’s stream.”

“…Whoa.”

Mashiro-san in sportswear was standing right in front of me. Just like she had mentioned before, today’s stream was going to be an exercise session using a video game. The outfit itself was pretty normal for sportswear, but… when Mashiro-san wore it, it somehow looked provocative. The bottoms were fine, but the top was straining against her chest like it might burst at any moment.

“But Mashiro-san… wouldn’t it be better to exercise during the day or something?”

“I’m realizing that exact thing right now…”

Exercising meant moving your body quite a bit. Even though some time had passed since dinner, I just hoped nothing in her stomach decided to come back up…

“Well, it’s my first time today, so I’ll take it easy.”

“Yeah… that’s probably fine.”

If she said so… then I guessed it was okay. Mashiro-san headed to the streaming room to get ready. I decided to stay nearby and watch over things, though I had no idea how it would turn out. Oh, right. We had already told both of our parents about our relationship. My parents and Mashiro-san’s parents were all happy for us, sending us plenty of congratulations. As for Philia-san, she had cried her eyes out… I had a feeling she’d be all over us the next time she came here.

“We understand about the room. We’ll handle things here, so start moving whatever you can.”

And of course, we had also told them about living together. I thought there would be some resistance, but surprisingly, they agreed right away. Though both my mom and Philia-san repeatedly told us to absolutely use protection for now. While I replied that it was obvious, Mashiro-san casually said she’d be fine having a child anytime… I really hoped she’d wait until I was over twenty and had everything properly prepared.

When I entered the streaming room, everything unnecessary had been moved aside so she could exercise safely.

“This should be good, right?”

As she said that, Mashiro-san put on an anime character mask. Since her whole body would be visible on camera, there was a chance her face might accidentally show depending on how she moved. This was her way of preventing that.

“Can you breathe okay in that?”

“Surprisingly, yeah.”

Since I knew she’d be doing this stream today, I had prepared some sports drinks and chilled them beforehand. I placed them on the table so she could drink anytime.

“Thanks, Taka-kun.”

“No problem. I’m your partner, after all.”

“Muhaa!! Taka-kun!!”

She pulled me into a tight hug, just like always. It was the usual blissful embrace against her chest, but when I looked up, the expressionless anime mask staring down at me was mildly terrifying.

“It’s about time, right?”

“Yeah. But let me stay like this a little longer.”

She hugged me even tighter, as if she was charging up energy. Honestly, it felt like I was gaining strength from her too. Being hugged by someone you love alone was enough to motivate me. Maybe I really was that simple.

“Alright, let’s get started.”

“Good luck.”

“Yeah!”

She launched the game and checked the preview screen on her PC to make sure everything was displaying properly. Apparently, she had bought an expensive capture board, so the visuals were high-quality and smooth. After confirming everything, Mashiro-san pressed the start streaming button.

“Good evening everyone, it’s time to get moving~”

: LET’S GOOOOOO

: Good evening!

: Evening~

: Opening with boobs!

: That training outfit is way too sexy

: It’s not the outfit that’s sexy, it’s Mashiro

: Exactly, don’t get it wrong

: lol

I more or less agreed with that. Some viewers were worried or hoping her face might show, but once they saw the mask, comments expressing both relief and disappointment started pouring in.

“For those hoping to see my face, sorry! You won’t see it at all!”

: Too bad

: That mask is kinda scary though

: Don’t look at me

: That blank face is creepy

: Do you even need to exercise? You’re not fat

: Her chest is though

: Don’t let the chest lose weight

The chat was getting pretty lively. Once enough viewers had gathered, Mashiro-san finally started the game. It was a workout game where you mimicked movements shown on screen, with controllers tracking your motion. She started with a boxing-style routine, throwing punches in sync with the example.

“Hi! Hi! Hi!”

Right, left, right, using her hips properly as she punched. Every time she moved, her chest bounced under her shirt… and of course, the chat went wild. The viewer count was already approaching ten thousand.

“Phew… ah! Hi! …Hi! Haa!”

Since she didn’t usually exercise, it seemed like it was catching up to her. Her breathing grew heavier, and although she probably didn’t realize it, those breaths were clearly picked up by the mic.

: This is too erotic

: My eyes and ears are blessed

: Guys, no matter how far I reach, something blocks me

: Same here, what’s going on

: lol

: This place is full of degenerates

: Well you’re here too

: True

“Wait… this is tough… it’s seriously kinda tough… break time!”

Unable to continue, she pressed the start button and paused the game. She grabbed the sports drink, gulping it down to quench her thirst, then took a deep breath.

“Inhale… exhale!”

Apparently that exhale came through the mic very clearly, because the chat froze for a moment.

Mashiro-san glanced at me and smirked, then walked over out of the camera’s frame.

Since she still had the mic on, I stayed silent as she approached.

“Alright, thirty seconds break!”

“!”

I was sitting in a chair beside the desk, and she suddenly sat down on my lap. Wrapping her legs and arms around me, she clung to me tightly.

: Got it

: Did something just rustle?

: She definitely collapsed lol

: What if she just ends it here

: Isn’t her stamina kinda low?

: She lives for streaming, we know this already

: It’s hot season, she should build stamina

: Take your time and show us more

: I’m gonna go exercise too

: What kind of exercise exactly

: Don’t ask

: Disgusting

That was the kind of chat I saw at a glance.

“This is more tiring than I thought… but it might actually help slim down. Don’t you think so?”

Was she asking the viewers… or me? In a situation where I couldn’t speak, Mashiro-san leaned closer to me with a playful smile.

“Chu.”

A light kiss, then she whispered, “I feel recharged,” and returned to the camera.

“Alright, break’s over. Let’s keep going!”

After that, she continued exercising throughout the stream, taking breaks but making full use of the time. After adjusting the camera to ensure her face wouldn’t show, she took off the mask. From my angle, I could see her clearly, her hair sticking to her forehead with sweat.

“It’s so hot… so hot!”

She fanned the front of her shirt, and each motion made the soft flesh between her chest ripple.

: What a sight

: What a sight

: Whew…

: Looks hot

: Stay hydrated

: boobs

: That comment ruined the flow

: boobs

: It’s all boobs!

“But yeah, streams like this might be nice sometimes. I sweat a lot. Honestly, this really counts as exercise, so if you’re interested, you might want to try it.”

She was right. It definitely looked like a proper workout. Maybe I should try it sometime too. With that, the stream ended, and Mashiro-san, wiping her sweat with a towel, walked over to me. Since she was sweaty, she didn’t hug me this time.

“Phew, I definitely need another bath.”

“Yeah. You really worked up a sweat.”

“Mm. It was more tiring than I expected, but fun. I might do this in private too. Want to join me next time, Taka-kun?”

“I’d love to.”

“It’s a promise,” she said with a smile, looking especially alluring while flushed with sweat.

As she headed to the bath with a towel, I saw her off and grabbed a cloth to do some quick cleaning. As expected, there were drops of sweat on the floor.

“Here too… and here… ah, over there as well…”

It was a bit of a hassle to find them all, but thinking of it as supporting Mashiro-san made it feel worthwhile.

“…Living together, huh…”

From here on, we’d be living together. As her partner, what could I do to support her? Slowly, I’d figure that out.

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