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!~ - 149-150

Chapter 149: A Free and Single Mother

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On the way back from the Tsukishiro residence, I drove Ayane, Risa-san, and Maria-san to each of their homes.

“Looks like the other two fell asleep.”

I said while glancing through the rearview mirror at Risa-san and Maria-san, who were sleeping soundly with their heads resting against each other in the backseat. Then I addressed the busty gyaru with a visible bra line in the passenger seat, who was tapping away on her phone.

“Come to think of it, what kind of person is your dad, Ayane-san?”

“Hm? What kind… What do you mean?”

For some reason, she gave me a puzzled look.

“Ah, no, it’s just that Ayane-san, you often talk about your mom, right? She’s a serious woman who works at a women’s underwear company, and was promoted to department manager at a young age because she’s so competent.”

I continued speaking as I turned the steering wheel to the right.

“You said she’s good at her job, but struggles with a sense of humor, and that it’s kind of cute how she listens earnestly to Misaki-san and the others with a notepad in hand. That she likes to drink, and her only real hobby is reading…”

“And she’s an H-cup.”

“Yeah, that’s right! The super-busty intellectual mama!… Ah.”

“…Pervert.”

Ayane-san looked up from her phone and gave me a deadpan glare.

“—W-What I meant to say is! You’ve talked a lot about your mom, but I realized I’ve never heard you say anything about your dad…”

“Huh? I didn’t tell you? My mom is a single mother.”

“Wait, really!?”

That was news to me.

“Yeah. My parents got divorced a few years ago.”

“I—I see… I’m sorry…”

“You don’t need to apologize. It’s not even that uncommon these days.”

Kids these days sure are tough.

“So yeah, she’s still a super-busty mama, but now she’s a ‘ripe, busty, and underutilized free single mother,’ I guess.”

“Ayane-mama sounds so erotic.”

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That evening…

“I’m home—”

When Ayane returned home and stepped into the living room, her mother paused her work on the computer and looked up.

“Welcome back, Ayane. So? How was it? Did Tsukishiro-kun’s parents give their blessing for your relationship?”

“Yup, that part’s all good. But, a new problem has popped up.”

“A new problem?”

“Have you already decided what you’re going to wear when you meet Oji-san tomorrow?”

“Huh? …Well, kind of. I was thinking of going with a cotton shirt and slim-fit pants. Nothing too formal.”

“Nope. Too plain. Mom, you’ve got a great figure, so you need to show it off more. Or else Misaki Mama is gonna outshine you. Come on, this way.”

Ayane took her mother by the hand and led her toward the bedroom.

“‘Outshine’? What are you talking about… Wait, what are you looking for?”

“Your suit skirt. You bought one a while back just in case, right? You haven’t really worn it because you feel more comfortable in slacks, but…”

“Oh, that’s over here, but I think it might be a bit tight on me now.”

“That’s the point. Come on, try it on… Oh! It’s got just the right amount of tightness. This’ll work perfectly.”

“Uh… I have no idea what you’re trying to do here.”

“I’m talking about the outfit you’ll wear when you meet Oji-san tomorrow. Pair it with a fitted white shirt on top. The bra probably won’t show through, but with your bustline this defined, it’ll be fine.”

“Bustline?”

“Yup, perfect. This is the outfit that will guarantee your victory against Misaki Mama. I call it: ‘The Sexy Intellectual Mama with a Curvy Body in a Tight, Skintight Outfit’—complete.”

“……..I’m sorry, Ayane, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The next day, Sunday, was a special day. Ayane’s boyfriend, Yuuki Nagumo, would be coming to her house for the first time.

“Oh, right. Just in case, you should wear your lucky underwear too.”

“…I’m just meeting my daughter’s boyfriend. Why would there be any chance of him seeing my underwear?”

Ayane was thorough in preparing for the occasion.

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Chapter 150: The Super Lewd Intellectual Mama Makes Her Entrance

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According to Ayane-san—

“My mom isn’t good at cooking. Most of the meals at home were store-bought or pre-made. I never really minded it, but apparently she always felt guilty about it. So when Oji-san started cooking for me, she said she was really grateful to you.”

She continued,

“She’s also been surprisingly open-minded about the whole shared marriage thing. She said that as long as I’m not struggling financially, maybe we don’t need to cling to the idea of marriage in the traditional sense. As long as I’m happy, that’s all that matters to her. According to my mom…‘It sounds like every day would be like a girls’ night out. You can talk about problems and complaints that only women understand, and get excited about trends—honestly, I’m jealous of you. Sure, there might be some friction between women now and then, but even with that considered, I think the benefits more than make up for it. …That man never listened to me about stuff like that…’ So she said.”

I felt like I understood why her mother got divorced. Ayane-san finished with this.

“Basically, Oji-san is welcome here, so just come by and hang out on Sundays, okay?”

Or so I was told.

“…Heh… Victory.”

This was the day after I visited the Tsukishiro residence, at 10:50 in the morning. I arrived at the condominium where Ayane-san lived, smiling confidently as I stepped into the elevator with the gyaru girls.

“You look happy, Onii-san.”

“I bet he’s grinning ‘cause he’s imagining Ayane-mama’s huge boobs. Gross.”

“Creeeepy.”

“…That’s not true, okay?”

What a baseless slander on my reputation.

“I mean, seriously! Thinking of Ayane Mama in a pervy way? So not cool.”

“Exactly, Onii-san! She’s a super serious mom, so if you so much as try to touch her, she’ll totally hate you for life! Pervy stuff is absolutely forbidden!”

“I know that without being told.”

“I’m hungry—”

“Oh, I brought some sliced apples?”

While satisfying the ever-hungry Princess Maria, we made our way down the hall to today’s first stop—the Fujisaki household.

“Knock knock! We’re here!”

When Misaki-san cheerfully pressed the intercom, the front door soon opened.

“H-hi there…”

The person who appeared behind the door was a cool beauty. She was wearing glasses and her glossy black hair neatly tied back. Just like we’d heard, she looked like a serious, no-nonsense type of mother, except…

“W-welcome…”

Her smile was awkward, and for some reason, she was wearing a skin-tight, ultra-snug outfit that clung to her body. Her tall, busty, stunning figure was on full display.

….What the hell!?

“Please, come in…”

Everyone (except Maria) was rendered speechless by her shockingly revealing appearance.

“Wow. Aa-chan’s mom is amazing.”

The first thing that caught our eyes was the perfectly shaped, bursting—boob pocket.

“So tight!”

Her full, voluptuous chest was even rounder than Ayane-san’s, clearly outlined in that tight outfit. 

Long live the real-life watermelon cup!

“Her skirt’s even shorter than Mii-chan’s uniform.”

To make things worse, the skirt was ultra-mini, barely covering her crotch. Her thick, ultra-sheer black pantyhose-clad thighs were on full display, and even just standing normally, it looked like you could see the edge of her panties. 

Long live the real-life tight miniskirt!

“This is, uh…”

She clearly realized it herself. She quickly clamped her knees together and pressed the front of her skirt down rather awkwardly. Little did she know, the more embarrassed she acted, the more it stirred a man’s sadistic instincts. 

Long live real-life embarrassment play!

“It’s just like that ‘AV’ stuff Naa-kun likes!”

…Maria!?

“AV!?”

At Maria’s absurdly blunt comment, Ayane Mama’s face turned bright red and her eyes widened in shock.

…Still, something didn’t feel right. We were told she was a completely serious and no-nonsense mother who forbade anything pervy—and yet, standing before us was undeniably a super-lewd intellectual mama.

“Um… well…”

Maybe I’d stared too openly at her ridiculously sexy body, because she pulled her shoulders in shyly, still holding the door.

“S-sorry!”

I quickly turned my face away.

…Now what should I do?

In the awkward silence that followed, the two girls next to me, still slack-jawed, muttered softly:

“Ayane Mama’s sooo sexy…”

“Ayane Mama’s sooo sexy…”

“—!”

That was the final blow. Needless to say, Ayane Mama disappeared back into the house, overwhelmed with embarrassment.

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