Book 2: Chapter 21 (1/2)

“Kira!” Mrs. Fukumi let out a call before I had a chance to respond to Kira’s strange offer.

I knew my mouth was caught open, and I was completely stunned. I was staring at Kira as she casually stood up and walked to the door.

“Yes, mother?” She called back after opening it.

“Your brother said you’re up there with that boy. Both of you, come down here immediately!”

Her voice came out as somewhat displeased. Kira pushed the folder into my hands, straightened her clothing, turned around, and then left without another word. Was she really serious about this? Rather, did I have a reason to refuse? In a small way, I needed this, right? I had 800 points to go, and the first time was always the most profitable. Of course, I had been with Mrs. Fukumi once before, but it wasn’t under these kinds of circumstances. She didn’t even remember the night.

Well, having two women at once was always a fantasy, having them be related was a dream. I needed to earn the points as well. I couldn’t back down now that I was at this state. I didn’t feel any malice from Kira at all. Instead, it felt like her anger was directed at her mother. I couldn’t guess what any of this was about, but since this was the direction we were headed, I decided to enjoy it.

I took one last breath and then followed after Kira, heading down into her living room. Mrs. Fukumi was standing there with her arms crossed and her foot tapping. She had made this same pose in school, particularly when a student was acting out and she wanted her displeasure to be known.

“The pair of you, sit.” Mrs. Fukumi ordered.

Kira moved in a somewhat relaxed manner. I could only follow after her. Although I was certain what this was about, I didn’t know how much Mrs. Fukumi knew, nor what assumptions she had jumped to.

“Hakaru, according to my daughter, the pair of you have begun to go out. Is this true?” Mrs. Fukumi asked.

I glanced over at Kira, but she was staring at her mother, not showing a single sign of jumping in to help me. Apparently, this was my show. Was this some kind of test she was giving me? Was she playing the game, or was this something else?

“She is.” I finally nodded.

Mrs. Fukumi sighed, glancing at Kira. “You’re lucky that your father doesn’t know about this. To act so disgraceful.”

“Disgraceful?” My words came out with just a tinge of disbelief.

I didn’t realize that my teacher could be so hypocritical. After all, I had seen her act a dozen times more disgraceful.

Mrs. Fukumi pulled out a smartphone which looked a lot like Kira’s and brought up the gallery. On it were images of Kira. She was in various shameful poses. It was actually really erotic. I sort of wish she had sent me these pictures. They were turning me on. I was also glad to see that I didn’t run into any of the dick pictures that Deacon had commented on. Those would certainly ruin my mood.

“Asking my daughter to take these kinds of images…” Mrs. Fukumi said, putting it away. “What kind of boyfriend do you think you are.”

I didn’t like being lectured even when I was at fault. Considering that these images and Kira’s choices had nothing to do with me, this made the way she was talking to me even more irritating. Although, part of it could be that it was only a little while ago when I had fucked her myself while she rolled around drunkenly. It was hard to look at my teacher with the same respect now that I had seen her in such a compromising situation.

It was more than that though. She chose to lecture me on the very same crimes that she herself had committed. Knowing how ridiculous she was being, of course my expression was hardly repentant. That seemed to make Mrs. Fukumi even angrier.

“Hey! Hakaru!” Mrs. Fukumi crossed her arms. “If you want to see my daughter again, you’d do well to follow what I say.”

Having enough of her words, I crossed my arms and spoke in a similar arrogant manner. “Actually, if you want your home life to survive, it’d be better if you listened to my words.”

“What did you say?” Mrs. Fukumi blinked, clearly taken aback by my sudden change in attitude.

As a student, I had always been respectful. Even when she thought I was blackmailing her, it had always been from a direction of polite discourse. This time, I was acting completely dominating.

“Don’t preach to me about being disgraceful. Aren’t you the woman who has been having an affair on your husband? Where is your sense of honor then?”

Mrs. Fukumi’s face flushed and she shot her daughter a look. “You… naturally… your lies have no place in this home.”

I felt Kira next to me tense slightly as she heard her mother tell a bold-face lie.

“Lie… huh…” I spoke simply.

“What happens between adults is no business of children. I’ve been meaning to have this conversation with you for some time. I will tell you that whatever you think is going on between your father and I, it’s just a result of your overactive imagination.”

I could only give a tight grin. She was really going for broke, huh? She intended to offer nothing but lies in retaliation. She was just hoping that it was my word against hers at this point. That was right, she had my dick picks. I could see her touching the cellphone. That was the leverage she hoped to use over me. She had deliberately not shown them, but when things go desperate, she would make me be quiet.

Perhaps, that was her goal from the beginning. She probably didn’t care who Kira fucked at all. However, when Kira said it was me, she saw a way of fending off my blackmail indefinitely. We could work out a simple deal. She’d do her thing with my dad, and I’d do my thing with her daughter. Well, if that was her angle, I was never going to let it reach that point. Rather, Mrs. Fukumi had already lost the moment she had tried to tangle with me.

“Let’s be honest with each other hear, Sasori.” I dropped her honorific and called her by her first name, flustering the woman for a moment. “I’m not really dating your daughter in the slightest.”