Chapter 77 - I’m Going to Bite It, Okay? (5) (2/2)

“I-I just need to be a bit more prepared.”

“Huh, what are you afraid of?”

“No, I’m not scared.”

“I’m not scared.”

The police officers were quietly arguing about something.

Their conversation became completely inaudible after they got inside the police car.

Fumu. It smells like love.

If even someone who is ignorant of human relationships can understand, then I guess it would be even more obvious to others.

The awfully quiet engine sound soon disappeared along with the police car.

I thought for a bit while looking at the direction where the police car went.

Love, huh.

Aoi and Mikuma both said that they like me.

As a person and a man, I know I have to come to grips with it and deal with it.

But I don’t know the answer.

Regarding Aoi, there are the twins, so I’m not against it. I had no intention of refusing in the first place.

That day, I promised I would take responsibility for the two lives unprepared, but I don’t have the slightest intention of going back on my word.

After the matter with Yule, I realized that I love Jaja and Nana as my own children, they’re cute and I want to watch over them forever.

Then it’s difficult to say what I think of Aoi.

If you ask if I dislike her, I definitely don’t.

I like her straightforwardness and I want to see her hard work and support her.

Aoi, who takes care of the twins, is definitely a gentle mother and I’ll never get tired of watching that.

So, does that mean that I love her?

What do you do with people who you love.

What comes to mind, is a kiss.

A kiss.

Mouth to mouth.

Easy-to-understand expressions of affection seen repeatedly on TV and in movies.

Aoi and I face each other, exuding a sweet atmosphere, and eventually, our silhouettes slowly approach, our lips overlapping as if they were trying to melt together…

What is this?

I can’t imagine it.

Do I want to kiss?

Of course, I’m also a boy of that age.

I am honestly very interested in that kind of knowledge.

I don’t think it’s bad, as a healthy adolescent boy, it’s normal thoughts.

However, if I imagine that Aoi was the one, well, it becomes uncertain.

Since Aoi is quite open towards me, there are quite a few opportunities to see her naked.

I mean, don’t we breastfeed together once a day while topless.

If you think like that, you should be able to use your real image memories to have as many wild delusion as much as you can, but for some reason, only a hazy image comes to mind.

I guess Aoi’s motherly image is too strong.

Her divine image taking care of Jaja and Nana should never be sullied.

Then what about Mikuma Yuno?

This is also clear.

There’s no way Aoi and the twins can have such a relationship with Mikuma.

Then, why can’t I clearly reject her? It’s because I don’t dislike her.

Although I don’t know my feelings for Aoi, I know that I definitely can’t reject Mikuma.

Since I was in elementary school, she was someone who stubbornly maintained her own justice and thoughts, and I even thought she was cool.

I never thought she would get in touch with me because I misunderstood that I was being avoided in middle school.

Although I thought like that, she seems to have been thinking about me forever, and I’m happy, to be honest.

I can’t refuse her feelings that she’s held for such a long time.

Huh?

Aren’t I checkmated?

Even if I like Aoi, the more her image as a mother solidifies, and the further away from love it goes.

But because Aoi is next to me, I can’t accept Mikuma’s feelings.

What is this?

I know.

I know I’m doing terrible things.

Sooner or later, I’ll receive divine punishment.

Because I’m terrible man who is playing with the pure feelings of two girls.

I know that such a half-baked attitude will hurt the most people.

The time of decision will surely come.

No matter how much I run away or how much I hate it, that time will come, it has to come.

Would it be one, or two people crying?

The most likely thing is that they’ll be disgusted with me and both leave.

It’ll probably be like so.

Maybe, I’ll be the one who’s crying.

An early afternoon in May.

A slightly dark shadow was cast over my heart.