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!~ - 153

Chapter 153: Ayane Mama and the Heart-Pounding Game Tournament

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At the game tournament hosted by Ayane-san, I ended up deepening my acquaintance with her mother—Sumire Fujisaki-san.

“Alright, shall we start with Jenga? Of course, we’re going to play Love Jenga.”

On the table stood a tower built of white and pink blocks, carrying a slightly suggestive atmosphere to it. The product description read: “An adult Jenga where you can enjoy romantic elements by following the instructions written on the blocks you pull out.”

Romantic elements… Are those really necessary!?

“We just happened to have this in the house. I’d never use it except for an occasion like this, so let’s give it a try.”

For something she claimed had “just been lying around,” it looked suspiciously brand new. 

Well, whatever.

It was basically a party game for social butterflies. It was Jenga with a dash of “King’s Game.” 

Alright, time to enjoy it.

“Okay, Misaki, you go first.”

“Yesss!!”

Misaki-san pulled out a white block.

“Uh, let’s see… ‘Do a sexy voice,’ it says.”

“Ahhn~♡ Ahhn~♡ I’m coming, I’m coming!~♡ I’m gonna cuuummm~♡”

I see. So that’s the kind of instruction we’re talking about. 

That said, I doubted the creator was talking about making “moaning sounds” specifically….

“Alright, my turn!!”

Risa-san also pulled out a white block.

“Risa’s mission is to ‘Talk about your first kiss’!”

“It didn’t taste like an adult’s kiss, it tasted like an old man! I had my first stolen from me at the bowling alley, in front of everyone! I’m still having a trauma about thatto this day!”

I really am sorry about that (see Chapter 44).

“Okay, next is Maria-chan!”

Maria-san pulled out a pink block.

“Ah, Maria-chan, you’re in trouble! It says, ‘Choose someone of the opposite sex and play three rounds of strip rock-paper-scissors!’ If you lose, you’ll end up stark naked in front of everyone!”

“That’s embarrassing~”

I had no choice but to lose on purpose for every round. As a result, I ended up down to just my underwear. How embarrassing.

“Alright, next is Mom’s turn. I recommend this pink block here.”

“R-Really? In that case…”

Sumire-san gently pulled out the block Ayane-san had specifically pointed to.

“Oh, Mother, nice! It says, ‘Give someone of the opposite sex a lap pillow.'”

“A… A lap pillow!?”

The only male present was, of course, me. There was no helping it. I would just have to take the initiative and rest my head in her lap. Instructions were absolute, after all. 

Here we go.

“N-Nagumo-san…!?”

Hmm, this was quite something. It was soft, yet didn’t feel unstable. It had just the right amount of firmness, giving a reassuring support that held my head from sinking too deep. It felt like being wrapped in a high-quality cushion.

“Um… Well…”

And when I looked up, my entire view was filled with the overwhelming swell of her breasts. The “boob tent” seen from directly below was truly a masterpiece!

“…Hey.”

“…Hey.”

I had ignited the Tag Team Girls’ wrath, resulting in two powerful double-elbow drops slammed into my solar plexus as I lay on my back.

“Alright, next up—Twister!”

Twister was a classic party game where you tried to maintain your pose on a mat without falling over. I was paired up with Sumire-san for the challenge. Compared to when I was a kid, the mat felt much smaller. With two grown adults playing, our bodies naturally ended up pressed together.

“N-Nagumo-san… Y-your… Your back is…!”

My apologies. In the end, we both lost our balance at almost the same time—resulting in a draw—and a miracle occurred. Ayane-san’s mother’s rear landed squarely on my face.

“Hyahn!?”

Her beautifully toned backside, not at all showing her early forties, fit my nose perfectly between the cheeks. It was a perfect fit, like Cinderella’s fit.

Sniff sniff♡

“…Hey.”

“…Hey.”

Of course, the Tag Team Girls weren’t about to stay quiet. I was beaten up like a hero wrestler getting crushed by villain wrestlers. After that, while back-hugging beginner-gamer Sumire-san for support, I enjoyed playing Mariho Kart on the Nintendo Snitch—

“Eat thissssss—!!”

“Mii-chan, amazing~”

I was also subjected to a “real embarrassing hold” that had Maria-san all fired up. In short, the game tournament meant to deepen bonds turned out to be a great success. As a result, by the time we arrived at our second stop for the day, the Amamiya residence, it was far later than the plan. We were supposed to be home by 3 p.m., but we ended up arriving at her home at 6p.m. instead.

“You’re late!!”

In place of her parents, who were away on a work assignment, we were greeted by Risa-san’s guardian. Risa-san’s cool, beautiful older sister scolded us sharply.

“We’re so sorry for making you wait three whole hours!”

On the first floor of a slightly larger single-family home with a lovely modern Japanese style, located not far from Misaki-san’s house, I knelt formally in the chic, calm living room, bowing deeply.

“Are you underestimating me because I’m a student?”

“No… Absolutely not…”

“Onii-san was busy flirting with Ayane-san’s mother, so that’s why they were late coming here!”

The younger sister who should have been on my side eagerly raised her hand and tattled me to her sister.

“Oh… Really now…”

A vein bulged on the older sister’s temple as she heard her sibling’s report. 

I’m doomed.

“It seems you’ve been very well-liked by the families other than ours, hmm?”

Sitting on the sofa, she crossed her long legs with refined movements and gave me a smile laced with anger.

“Uh, well…Yeah… Hahaha…”

As I forced a dry laugh, her gaze sharpened.

“I will never approve of you! You panty-loving perverted salaryman!”

“…Huh?”

Her opinion of me was already rock-bottom. 

But what does that even mean? Why panty loving?

And thus, the final home visit was with Risa-san’s older sister—Shiori Amamiya-san—rumored to hate men. Right off the bat, she already showed her clear decision to reject me completely. That said, my persuasion to earn her approval was about to begin.

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