The Villainous Uncle in the Adult Game Gets Unusually High Praise from the Heroines - Chapter 23

At that time, each of the women let out troubled sighs.

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“Phew…”

I let out what must have been my umpteenth sigh. The rushing sound of water echoed as shower droplets beat against my body. Though the lukewarm water gently washed over me, no amount of washing could clear the haze in my heart.

Today’s incident. Accidentally touching that man’s… that part. And it belonged to someone I knew fairly well. 

Though he said he didn’t mind, perhaps deep down he despised me, thinking I was a terrible woman. A woman ruled by desire. What if he thought of me that way? If that was true, it would be devastating.

“Haah…”

Sho saw me feeling down and worried that I should rest early today. To be told such things by my own son—I was a failure as a parent. A failure.

“…”

Meeting my husband, and then parting with him. It’d been a while since I’d felt emotions like these. 

Was I really that concerned about him? It was natural to be worried. I’d accidentally touched a man’s symbol, after all. 

My husband was originally weak, so there weren’t many chances for intimacy. I believed we loved each other deeply in other ways, but still.

I wondered if I was really just sexually frustrated.

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“Haah…”

I sighed for who knew how many times. Though I lay in bed intending to sleep, no sign of slumber came along.

Rather, my eyes were wide awake, and chaos swirled in my mind. Who knew how many hours would pass until I fell sleep. And the more I told myself not to remember, the more that recent incident flashed in my mind.

“…”

Uncle. Take-san. Take-san’s naked body. 

Though lean without much muscle, it wasn’t completely without. Perhaps quite ideal for a man in his 30s. And, ah. Yes. I couldn’t forget. That incredibly big, um…

“…”

That wasn’t even in an active state, since it was pointing down. So if it became excited, how big would it get? It was frightening just to imagine.

“…Wait.”

Why was I imagining such things in the first place? I shook my head to clear these thoughts. Take-san and I shared the same blood. So, um.

“…”

Ah, how should I say this. Part of me thought [censored]. I felt disgusted about that, but it couldn’t be helped, could it? Because, uncle—Take-san, to me was… For the first time—

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At the same time, Tomoe Hinomoto was…

“Aah! I can’t stop thinking about it!”

I cried out while burying my face in my pillow on the bed. It was still on my mind. On my mind. I was really anxious about the results of that illustration magazine submission from last week. 

Though it’d be a while before the results come out—or rather before the magazine went on sale—I thought it’d be published relatively soon. I was not confident enough to think I could win the grand prize.

But if it got published in the magazine, would my parents acknowledge me? Could I stand somewhat equal with Sakurako-san? Would Take-san… praise me?

“Uuugh!”

“You’re being noisy, Tomoe!”

I fell silent when I heard my father’s shout from downstairs. Still, my troubled heart wouldn’t clear. The night would probably be long.

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These women spent the night harboring their respective thoughts, each lost in their own concerns.