The Old Man Is Being Shared by Three Gyarus?! ~An Ordinary Salaryman Is Adored by Energetic, Beautiful Gyarus, and His Daily Life With Gyarus Begins Now!~ - 142

Chapter 142: The Tsukishiro Family: All Present!

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“Look, look, Mikuri! A real live Ossan in the flesh! Isn’t that crazy?”

“Ahh… Yeah. That is crazy. Truly. My condolences.”

What’s that supposed to mean?!

The one who looked at me with pity was a girl with a neat and cute vibe. She had medium-length straight hair and she was holding a carton of vegetable juice. She walked down the stairs with the straw still in her mouth.

Her name was Mikuri Tsukishiro-chan. She was three years younger than Misaki-san and a second-year middle schooler, 14 years old.

I’d thought they looked alike from the photos, but in person, her face and slim figure were the spitting image of Misaki-san. Maybe it was the black hair, but unlike her flashy older sister, she gave off the impression of a perfectly ordinary middle school student.

For now, I should greet the younger sister.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Yuuki Nagumo, currently dating your sister.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m her little sister, Mikuri. Thank you for always taking care of my big sister… Wait, ugh!?”

Just as she tried to respond politely, Mikuri’s eyes went wide. Her gaze was fixed on—Maria-san.

“The clingy Hug Monster is here too?!”

Hug Monster?

“Caught you, Mii-chan’s little sister!”

“Gyaaah!?”

The petite little sister didn’t even have time to run before Maria-san captured her.

“Just like always, Mii-chan’s little sister is soooooo cute.”

“Come on! Let go of me already! You’re so annoying! You always do this every single time we meet!”

Trying to escape the overly affectionate hug, Mikuri pushed hard against Maria-san’s marshmallow cheeks.

“Mii-chan’s little sister just won’t get along with me at aaall.”

That expression she made was utterly unbefitting of an ojou-sama—like one of those “htyottoko face” masks. 

…Actually, isn’t Mikuri being way too blunt with someone older than her?

“Um, Risa-san?”

I whispered to the girl standing next to me.

“Is it possible the little sister doesn’t know Maria-san is the granddaughter of a major corporation’s CEO?”

“Ah—now that you mention it, maybe she doesn’t. Maria-chan isn’t the type to mention that stuff herself, and neither I nor Misaki have ever brought it up. …She probably just thinks Maria is a “gentle and kind older girl.””

Just as I thought.

“Okay, Maria, that’s enough. Mikuri is getting overwhelmed.”

The most reliable and level-headed one of the four girls—Ayane-san, the big-sister gyaru—grabbed Maria-san by the scruff of the neck.

“Ahhh, Aa-chan caught meee…”

She looked like a big house cat being caught by her owner.

“Thank you sooo much, Ayane-saaan~♡”

The rescued Mikuri snuggled up to Ayane-san. Actually, was it just me, or were there heart marks in her eyes as she looked at Ayane-san…?

“Seriously, Ayane-san, you’re always so reliable~♡ You’ve got that mature woman aura, and I totally look up to you~♡ Not like certain people who just cling all over you like some childish girl~ Right, Maria?~”

She got premium taunt mode activated.

As I gave a wry smile at this little sister, who was suddenly radiating brat energy, the door near the entrance opened. From the room inside, a woman with gentle eyes peeked out.

“Oh my, I thought it was getting noisy and it turns out everyone is already here.”

It was Misaki-san’s mother.

“Ah, I’m so sorry! We didn’t even greet you…!”

“Fufu, it’s fine. No need to worry about it.”

Her soft smile instantly eased the tension in the room. According to Misaki-san, she was around 40 years old. She wore a calm and composed outfit—a flared blouse and long skirt—and her glossy brown hair was tied neatly at the back. Her beauty made it obvious she was Misaki-san’s mother, but her personality felt like the complete opposite. She gave off the aura of a classic, elegant Yamato Nadeshiko.

Despite the modest and refined air she carried, her chest area was anything but reserved. Her overflowing maternal aura was impossible to ignore. …No surprise, really. She must be an H-cup just like what her daughter had mentioned before. 

Wow, so they really do exist… Ultra-stacked moms in their forties. Truly a feast for the eyes.

“Misaki, Mikuri, you both know better than to keep guests waiting at the door. Now everyone, please come into the living room.”

Blessed with beauty and generosity, Misaki’s mother graciously welcomed us, so I bowed at the entrance before taking off my shoes.

“Thank you for having me!”

“Onii-san, you’re way too stiff.”

“Are you giving a business presentation or what!?”

“No, this is just normal adult manners, you know?”

Still, I was relieved. I’d been bracing for a much colder reception, but it actually felt pretty welcoming here. Maybe I’d get their blessing for our relationship without too much trouble—

That overly hopeful thought was instantly shattered the moment I followed the gyarus into the living room.

…Wait, what?

Sitting at the dining table was a square-faced, scary-looking yakuza boss type.

…Huh??

I had to do a double take, but there he was, undeniably real. A mysterious cross-shaped scar on his temple made him look even more intimidating.

N-no way…!?

This wasn’t just some “strict dad who gets scary when mad.” He was actually one of those people… Frozen in place by fear, I could only watch as the square-faced boss in a jinbei sat with arms crossed. His presence was crushing and then, he hit me with an even stronger glare.

“Well now, you finally showed up, you four-timing man… Welcome to my house…”

“……”

Yeah. This guy… He screams bad news.

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