Heroine Regret 159
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 159
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Plain-colored thigh-high stockings
Just as Kitagami Yoru sat down, he felt something was off.
After processing the ingredients for the longevity pot, Mrs. Yuigahama appeared at the kitchen door, intending to call them to eat.
She saw Kitagami Yoru but didn’t see Yuigahama Yui.
“Where’s Yui?”
Muttering softly, Mrs. Yuigahama decided to search for her daughter’s figure and walked toward Kitagami Yoru.
Kitagami Yoru also noticed Mrs. Yuigahama but didn’t pay attention, scratching his back towards the cushion of the sofa with one hand behind him.
“Kitagami-sensei, where’s Yui?”
Mrs. Yuigahama approached Kitagami Yoru and asked him about it.
“Yui… uh… It’s Yuigahama-san’s phone that’s out of battery; she went upstairs to charge it.”
Glancing up at Mrs. Yuigahama, Kitagami Yoru felt something strange in his hand.
The texture he felt was smooth, very silky and soft.
“I’ve got it…”
“What is it?”
An investigating thought crossed his mind, so Kitagami Yoru pulled out the thing he had in his hand and held it up for her to see.
Aligning the focal length of his eyes to get a clear view of what he was holding.
It’s meat-colored…
Familiar, but he couldn’t immediately recall what it was…
Plain-colored thigh-high stockings that hadn’t been washed, bunched up and pulled out from his ass, so Kitagami Yoru didn’t recognize them at first glance.
After taking a closer look, Kitagami Yoru noticed the surprised look in Mrs. Yuigahama’s eyes, which had been fixed on him since they started talking.
Subconsciously lifting her head to look back.
Four eyes meeting each other.
“Sis, what’s wrong?”
Watching Mrs. Yuigahama, whose face was filled with strange expressions and questioning eyes, as Kitagami Yoru couldn’t figure out what was going on.
Her gaze then shifted away, landing on the pair of original flavor sheer stockings in her hand.
Finally, the name of the object appeared in Kitagami Yoru’s mind.
“Kitagami-san, I apologize…”
“Because at home, only my Yui lives, and usually, we don’t have guests coming over. You arriving is quite fortunate……”
Mrs. Yuigahama forced herself to endure the embarrassment of not seeing her for years, fiercely grabbing her own original flavor sheer stockings.
“This isn’t the one I wore yesterday. I wanted to wash it, but when I searched the bathroom and bedroom yesterday, I couldn’t find it.”
“It’s here now. Will it smell bad……”
quietly worrying, Mrs. Yuigahama successfully grabbed the sheer stockings from Kitagami Yoru’s hand, pulling them forcefully to try to take them back.
Sudden movement startled Kitagami Yoru’s instinct, tightly gripping them and refusing to let go.
The first attempt was unsuccessful. Mrs. Yuigahama pulled even harder on the second try.
But the stockings made a “snap-snap” sound as they were torn….
Still unable to take them back from Kitagami Yoru’s hand, her grip was just too tight.
“Kitagami-san… you……”
Mrs. Yuigahama grew frustrated, staring at Kitagami Yoru with wide-open eyes, not knowing how to proceed….
Disarrayed, or originally sitting on the couch and having forgotten about her original flavor sheer stockings, which now found themselves in Kitagami Yoru’s hand…..
This woman is old enough to be the mother of Kasumigaoka Utaha’s child, and her daughter is still Kasumigaoka Utaha’s classmate, Mrs. Yuigahama. She seems completely flustered.
Her face lost all its color….
“Oh… I mean…”
“No, it’s not me….”
“Let me explain, sister. It’s not my fault.”
Kasumigaoka Utaha is also flustered.
She used to feel like she was going to throw up from the sheer grossness of it all, and now Kasumigaoka Utaha has pinned her with one black eye and stolen her high heels.
She’s very sensitive about such incidents.
“Still… give them back to Mrs. Yuigahama….”
Mrs. Yuigahama and Kasumigaoka Utaha lock eyes for a moment before she refocuses on her original high heels, trying once more to grab them.
Even her sister isn’t claiming ownership, which shows how violently her emotions are fluctuating.
Kasumigaoka Utaha is gripping it tightly.
These high heels have excellent material and workmanship; they’re not easily torn or damaged in general.
Most of them are being held by the evil Kasumigaoka Utaha, so Mrs. Yuigahama can only use a small part as leverage.
She tried twice, but the silk stockings slid right out of her hands because of their smooth texture.
“Sister, let me explain. It’s not my fault.”
“It… it was under the couch. I felt something, and when I reached out to touch it, it was gone.”
Kasumigaoka Utaha regains his composure, stands up while holding the original high heels, and explains eagerly.
“I’ll explain… just give them back….”
“I know I know yesterday it was gone. You should give them back to sister….”
Mrs. Yuigahama’s calm and mature expression, shaped by her complex emotions, formed a stunning scene.
The mature charm on Kitagami Yoru’s face, a captivating expression forged from various emotions and thoughts, left him overwhelmed with desire….
“That was really out of line!……”
“How could she show such an expression? Just imagining it makes me feel….”
Kitagami Yoru looked completely stunned.
After explaining, Mrs. Yuigahama impatiently stretched out her hand once more to retrieve the original red silk stockings she had worn.
Thump-thump.
Kitagami Yoru’s grip was incredibly tight!
“Kitagami, hurry up and give them back to your sister. She won’t blame you.”
Mrs. Yuigahama had no choice but to look up at Kitagami Yoru, noticing his distracted demeanor. With a faint hint of fragrance in her voice, she gently reminded him.
Finally.
Kitagami Yoru released his grip, feeling awkward and embarrassed. Without thinking further, he handed the original red silk stockings back to Mrs. Yuigahama with the hand that had been holding them.
He immediately used his other hand to sniff his nose and breathe in deeply.
Glad that her original red silk stockings might still be on her, Mrs. Yuigahama nearly fainted when she saw Kitagami Yoru smelling his hands.
Could it really be so bad? The smell he detected caused him to search for her stockings, right?
“I’m sorry, sister. I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“I was too nervous and scared….”
Kitagami Yoru didn’t realize the smell at all, turning his side to emphasize again.
“No… It’s not your fault. It’s because I didn’t clean up properly.”
“I’ll go… Can we have dinner?”
Embarrassed Mrs. Yuigahama did the same thing as her daughter, Yuigahama Yui, by shrinking her neck.
It’s undeniable—they share the same awkward behavior when embarrassed.
“Well…?”
“I’m worried you might get angry, sister.”
Kitagami Yoru awkwardly smirked, his fingers fidgeting at the side of his ear.
“Don’t worry about it. Have a wash and then eat dinner; it’s fine.”
“Sister won’t get angry because of this.”
Mrs. Yuigahama gradually calmed down after hearing the sincere Kitagami Yoru.
“Mom, can we have dinner now?”
Yuigahama Yui’s voice suddenly came from upstairs.
The bashful older sister trembled nervously and hurriedly turned around, only to lose her grip on the original meat-colored stockings she had managed to retrieve. They accidentally fell to the ground.
Just then, they landed at Kitagami Yoru’s feet.
He thought about picking them up but didn’t have time.
Yuigahama Yui had already gone downstairs.
…..
“Yes, Mom is calling Kitagami-san to join dinner.”
“I was still asking her why I didn’t see you.”
After holding back for a moment, Mrs. Yuigahama cleverly responded to Yuigahama Yui.
“I’m starving….”
Still holding the railing, Yuigahama Yui walked down the stairs.
After comforting her own biological daughter, Mrs. Yuigahama noticed the pair of original flavor sheer stockings at Yoru’s feet.
In the next instant, Kitagami Yoru bent over to pick them up, stuffing them quickly into his pocket before looking at Mrs. Yuigahama and blinking.
“Good thing Yui didn’t see that. Otherwise, I’d feel completely embarrassed facing her…”
Letting out a small breath of relief, Mrs. Yuigahama turned her side and mouthed something to Kitagami Yoru.
“Help me with this…”
The words had barely left his mouth when the mature woman felt a surge of shyness within her.
Is that really possible?
“Oh.”
Yuigahama Yui walked down, secretly eyeing Kitagami Yoru with a cautious demeanor.
The three of them arrived in the dining hall together.
Kitagami Yoru and Mrs. Yuigahama intentionally lagged behind, noticing that Yuigahama Yui’s attention was elsewhere.
He quickly pulled out those original flavor sheer stockings from his pocket and handed them to Mrs. Yuigahama without looking at her.
These original flavor…
They were meant to be sold as two pairs, but had been crumpled into a single ball.
Not the kind worn by Kasumigaoka Utaha—they’re more like leggings.
With holes and lace detailing at the thigh area.
They were incredibly suggestive!
“Hmm…”
Quickly snatching back her hand, Mrs. Yuigahama realized she was wearing yoga pants and had no pockets.
Just as she thought about taking it to put it down…
Yuigahama Yui sat on the chair and turned back to look over:
“Mom, Kitagami-san, I’ll help you with the sauce.”
“Kitagami-san, what kind of condiments do you like?”
“Okay, the usual will do.”
Mrs. Yuigahama quickly hid her hand behind her back and responded urgently:
“Same as you, I don’t picky about it.”
Kitagami Yoru tilted his head to glance at Mrs. Yuigahama, quietly stretched out his hand, and retrieved the stocking back.
He stuffed it into his pocket:
“Just leave it!”
A daring thought crossed his mind, making Kitagami Yoru want to suppress him.
He dare not even think about it.
“Look after your sister and make sure to give me dinner.”
Taking advantage of the brief moment when Yuigahama Yui was busy adjusting the sauce, Mrs. Yuigahama quickly moved her soft lips to Kitagami Yoru’s ear and said:
One word was enough to make Kitagami Yoru’s muscles tense and excited, as if he had returned to the night with the adorable Eriri.
The scent of Mrs. Yuigahama’s alluring body odor filled his nostrils, making Kitagami Yoru unable to move a step.
He tried to lift his foot with all his might but couldn’t manage it, feeling weak and tired…
“Cough, this pot is delicious….”
There’s no way, Kitagami Yoru, pretending to cough twice and nodding in response.
After receiving a reply from Mrs. Yuigahama, she relaxes and takes a step forward toward her seat.
With each step, the ground feels increasingly soft, almost causing her to half-kneel.
In a panic, she quickly grabs Kitagami Yoru’s shoulder to steady herself.
Kitagami Yoru looks puzzled and turns toward Mrs. Yuigahama, saying: “Mrs. Yuigahama, I’ll sit down on my own, don’t worry too much about it.”
“It’s fine, where would you like to sit?”
“The pot might produce smoke, so don’t sit near where the smoke is drifting.”
“You go ahead and sit down, Mrs. Yuigahama will get an electric fan and blow away the smoke for you.”
Mrs. Yuigahama can’t think of anything good to say, so she quickly finds an excuse.
She has no choice but to stand for a moment before she can manage it.
“I’ll go get it, Kitagami-san, you and your mother should sit first.”
Yuigahama Yui had just prepared the dipping bowl when she stood up to respond.
Without giving Kitagami Yoru a chance to refuse, she finishes her statement and walks out of the kitchen.
After all…
The most beloved and loved mother is so hardworking, I can’t bear it anymore, overexerting herself as a daughter should take on some of the burden…
“I won’t refuse, Sister.”
As soon as Yuigahama Yui left, she let her bad thoughts surface and continued to address Mrs. Yuigahama as “Sister.”
Her legs had recovered slightly, so she walked over to the dining table and took her seat.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yuigahama blushed and turned her head back toward the door before turning around again.
“Mr. Kitagami, you can only call your sister’s name in empty places.”
“If Yui hears about this, what should we do….”
“But Yuigahama-san is sitting here; wouldn’t she think we’re just joking?”
“Moreover, sister, you’re so young that Yuigahama-san would probably think we’re just messing around.”
After saying that, Kitagami Yoru gave a little tug to the sock in his pocket.
The silent Mrs. Yuigahama suddenly remembered what had happened earlier and felt a bit awkward but also curious….
“Thankfully, Yui doesn’t like Mr. Kitagami. If Yui liked Mr. Kitagami….”
“My mom… this is getting too complicated….”
She slowly exhaled a tempting scent and began to ramble incoherently, struggling to move her legs and sit across from Kitagami Yoru.
Whether it’s hot pot or firepot, or grilling…
Sitting too far away, how can you even eat?
“Sister, your face is getting so red.”
Calming down a bit, Kitagami Yoru looked her over and opened his mouth to remind her.
He didn’t have any bad intentions.
Thinking that Mrs. Yuigahama was so afraid of Yuigahama Yui discovering this, he decided to mention it for a reason.
“Actually, you are too.”
To which Mrs. Yuigahama retorted with that same response.
“Oh?”
Kitagami Yoru was surprised and called out in a soft voice.
“Umm…. your ears are really red.”
Mrs. Yuigahama blushed and bowed her head, guessing she’d never be able to face Kitagami Yoru again with the dignity of an elder.
She just needed to try thinking about it.
She called out her sister and… Kitagami Yoru….
She was using her position as an elder to scold or confront Kitagami Yoru, but even she couldn’t get through that barrier herself.
“Mrs. Yuigahama-san asked, so say the pot is boiling over.”
Kitagami Yoru grasped the edge of the table, glancing around nervously.
“You mustn’t let Yui find out, understand?”
Mrs. Yuigahama forced a stiff expression and emphasized her point once more.
It was as if they were having an affair, and she didn’t know about it.
But after that…
That strange sense of guilt suddenly took hold of Mrs. Yuigahama’s mind, wrapping around her like a shroud, irritating her constantly.
Kitagami Yoru nodded.
Not long after…
Yuigahama Yui returned with a small electric fan she could use.
She placed it on the table and opened it to its smallest setting, blowing gently.
She hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside Kitagami Yoru.
“Mom, your face is really red. What’s wrong?”
Once Yuigahama Yui sat down, she noticed Mrs. Yuigahama’s expression was off.
“It’s too hot. The pot is boiling over, just like you said.”
Mrs. Yuigahama glanced at Kitagami Yoru, took a light bite, and her ten polished toenails curved into the sandals’ soles.
“Open it up more….”
Yuigahama Yui began to worry that sitting next to Kitagami Yoru might make her blush.
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