The Most Beautiful Girl in School Has Become a Mother - Chapter 63

I told Shuri, “Mom will be there soon,” and I both went into the bathroom first.

Usually, I wash Shuri, but today I quickly washed myself and hurried to soak in the bathtub.

Just at that moment, I heard Miori’s slightly tense voice from outside saying, “Um, can I come in?” So, I replied, “Sure,” and closed my eyes.

The moment my vision went completely black, the bathroom door swung open.

──Ugh, whoa. What is this!? It’s just the sound of a sliding door opening, but it feels super erotic!?

I feel like I’ve become a creature with an unusually developed sense of hearing. I can see images just from sounds.

“Um… excuse me for intruding.”

Miori’s quiet voice and the sound of her footsteps mixing with the water sounds can be heard.

Just this alone is already lewd. Surely, right now, her white skin is touching the bathroom in my house. Is it really okay for something like this to be allowed? No, it can’t be!

That said, I have already given Miori a bath towel to wrap her body in. It’s the largest size bath towel that I often use, so it can cover her body up to her waist──

──Wait, wait, wait! Isn’t that the bath towel I usually use? How am I supposed to use that towel next time without thinking about it? It’s the towel that wrapped around various parts of Miori’s body, isn’t it? I can’t help but think about that!

It’s bad for the heart. Maybe it would be better to treat it as a family heirloom and seal it away in a safe.

I mean, if she’s covering her body with a bath towel, isn’t it okay to keep my eyes open? When it comes to exposed areas, swimsuits and underwear expose more skin.

However, I promised to keep my eyes closed… As a man, I should keep my promise.

“Mom, here. Shower!”

“Y-yeah.”

I can hear the sound of water coming from the shower.

Why does the combination of the sound of a shower and a girl seem so erotic? It’s a mystery.

“Wash your face!”

“Okay. Then, make sure to keep your eyes closed.”

“Yes, it’s closed.”

I answered reflexively.

“I just told Shuri-chan that…”

“Huh?!”

Even with my eyes closed, I can somehow tell that Miori is looking at me with a piercing gaze.

Have I awakened my third eye?

“Are you really closing your eyes…?”

“It’s closed, it’s closed!”

Miori let out a small breath and continued to pour warm water over Shuri’s head with the shower.

“Is the water not hot?”

“Yeah, it’s not hot.”

“I brought the shampoo Mom usually uses, so let’s wash our hair with it today.”

“Mom’s shampoo! Yay!”

After such a conversation, I hear the sound of the shower faucet being turned off tightly, followed by the sound of shampoo lathering.

The sound of the shower, shaka shaka shaka, sounds so pleasant. Why does the sound of someone taking a shower sound so soothing? With my eyes closed, I can’t help but think of things I usually don’t consider.

“Is there anywhere itchy?”

Miori asks like a hairdresser.

“To the top—”

Shuri responds to that.

“Here?”

“Yeah, right there!”

Shaka shaka shaka, Miori washes Shuri’s head (only the sound can be heard).

I wonder, keeping my eyes closed in the bathroom the whole time is quite a trial. It would actually be easier if she just blindfolded me, but if she does that and Shuri catches me, I won’t have any excuses.

From the back, I hear the sound of a large amount of water being poured, and Shuri is giggling. She must be rinsing off the shampoo.

“Okay, next I’ll apply the treatment.”

“Treat me! What does that mean?”

Shuri asks a simple question.

Indeed, I can’t really explain the difference between rinse, conditioner, and treatment from a guy’s perspective. I just have this vague image that treatment is the top-tier hair care.

“Um, I’m going to make your hair smooth.”

Miori-san managed to get through with an unexpectedly simple answer. Well, since she probably wouldn’t understand with a detailed explanation, maybe this level of simplicity is better.

“It smells really good, right?”

“Just like Mom?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Smells just like Mom, I’m so happy!”

Unlike the sound of shampoo, a slightly moist water sound echoes in the quiet bathroom. It’s strange how that water somehow sounds lewd.

Now, I can hear the sound of the shower rinsing off the treatment.

“Yes, it’s done.”

“Mom, thank you! As a reward, I’ll wash your back!”

“Huh, me? My hair is long and it’s a hassle… Oh, then maybe I’ll ask you to do my back?”

“Yeah, got it! Your back!”

Indeed, Miori’s hair is long, reaching her waist, and it is well-maintained.

Surely, she must be taking care of it every day and not neglecting her efforts. If Shuri, who is not used to handling it, washes it improperly, it might get tangled. The way she subtly guides her to another place without clearly stating that is truly impressive, showing Miori’s motherly instincts.

“Mom, I can’t wash your back, so can you get me a towel?”

“…Huh?”

From the voice of a proud mother, it suddenly shifts to the voice of a bewildered girl.

I guess I’m the only one who knows about this gap in Miori’s personality…

Wait, wait! Is she taking the towel? Isn’t that a bit much?

Shuri, good job! I want to shout it out loud, but if I say something like that, a bucket will surely come flying.

“Mom, the towel is in the way!”

“Eh, ah, uuuuh…”

It’s making a lot of noise.

And then, I feel an intense gaze on my back. It seems like she’s worried sick, as if she’s anxious about whether I’m awake or not.

“Well… then… please.”

With a reluctant demeanor, Miori said.

That request was a request for Shuri to wash my back, or a request for me not to open my eyes? I was trying to figure out which one it was and let it pass… but the moment I heard the sound of the towel being smoothly taken away, my brain short-circuited.

At this very moment, Miori is not wearing any clothes. In other words, she is in her natural state.

And now, if I open my eyes and look back──I can see all of Miori’s everything.

I want to see it. I want to see it so badly.

Should I choose a man’s promise or a man’s desire… Am I now at a crossroads in my life?

──Then, Sanada Isaki. It’s time to awaken. Awaken as a man.

──No, it’s Sanada Isaki. Isn’t it a man’s duty to keep his promises to the woman he loves?

The angel and devil within me are waging a battle.

“…You promised you wouldn’t look, right?”

Miori’s voice is thrown towards me, and on the verge of tears.

“I know, I said I won’t look!”

The devil within me has been defeated at this moment. If anything, it feels like it was Miori who did it.

“Scrub scrub~”

As Shuri cheerfully sings, the sound of her gently rubbing her skin with a towel can be heard.

“Shuri-chan, you’re really good.”

“Really? Then, I’ll wash you again.”

“Eh, wait──”

What does she mean?

Shuri, when did you start doing such a good job?

“Before, I used to wash it myself──kyah! That’s not the right spot!”

“Mom, your skin is so smooth and soft!”

“No, Shuri-chan, not there──Hyau! Really, stop! That’s ticklish, so don’t do it!”

From Miori’s mouth, a sultry voice, unlike anything I’ve ever heard, escapes. Just that alone makes various parts of me ache, putting me in a difficult situation.

Hey, Shuri. Where are you washing? Tell me where you’re washing. If you leave it to my imagination, it’s going to turn into a big problem. Let me handle it. Please. At this rate, it won’t be possible to hide it with just a towel.

“Hehehe~. Scrub scrub~”

“Geez, Shuri-chan!”

For several minutes, the battle between Miori and Shuri, and my struggle against my own desires, continued.