Learning to Deny
Nik returned to the Souma household in time. However, his worries regarding the next world came to a stunning end as he found himself entirely attracted to Mitsuko's attire. It was elegant, seductive, and not so subtle, but it worked so well and sent a clear message about what she had in mind. And instead of shoving her desires down his throat, she dangled herself in front of him like an attractive flame around which his existence may revolve, similar to a moth.
And he might just get burnt.
"Ara, how embarrassing being seen like that—just kidding," Mitsuko winked. Her body… more precisely, the front of her body, was covered by a pink apron with thin fabric and frilly ends, the hem of which barely reached her knees and had her erect nipples poking against the cloth. She tiptoed to Nik, who had just entered, smoothly helping him out of his jacket, whispering, "It helps that you can't understand me, sweety. I don't want you to pick dinner or the bath. Just choose me, and I will return last night's favor and much more. I'll fuck you until you're dried as I'm filled. And this time, I want you to push every drop of that hot cum deep~" she cooed as her arms trailed his shoulders and gently nudged Nik to step forward.
Oh, how he could understand every word
He was already quite aroused but tried to keep a clear head. Important things need to be discussed, but as he took off his shoes and was led to the kitchen with Mitsuko deliberately walking behind him to not show herself off completely, Nik was further amazed to see Kurumi, Sayoko, and Souko sitting over the dinner table and calmly eating dinner as if they were ignorant of their mother’s revealing outfit.
His body stiffened as he stood still for a moment. Mitsuko once again patted his back and stood on her toes to whisper into Nik's ear, "You were so ferocious yesterday that even these three rascals are a little embarrassed. Why not use this chance, hmm?"
But as she picked up her cell phone on the shelf next to the wall, the translated text revealed something else: Come on, let's eat each other.
Nik would have considered this a technical misinterpretation of the translation when he did not know how to speak Mitsuko’s mother tongue, but right now? He wasn't so sure about it.
Gulping, he was made to sit in front of the shorter edge of the table where Mitsuko would usually sit as she finally walked past him, rightly attracting Nik's attention to her back, only for him to find out that her swaying buttocks were covered by a pair of black panties with a thinner edge that curved around the shape of her peachy butt, revealing more than half of her ass cheeks as a bit of fabric also happened to be caught into the crack of the loveable entity when he saw Mitsuko plucking it out with an index, making him grow out of his daze. He looked up as Mitsuko matched his gaze while he felt the stare of the three daughters around him.
Kurumi's was particularly scorching.
He would have asked what was going on, but that would be a stupid question now, right? Mitsuko clearly stated what she wanted and appropriately dressed for it. Meanwhile, the daughters were present, but even they seemed slightly unnerved, and he was the source of this uneasiness because they were somewhat comfortable with their mother dressed in this manner.
Even after having dinner at Yuuko's home, Nik would still end up taking a bite or two in here just to be polite and...
'Oh, my god...' he almost groaned in satisfaction as he began eating. It might not look like it, but Mitsuko cooked as well as she fucked. And in both scenarios, Nik would have the same thought anyway.
In other words, just as captivating Mitsuko's food was, her pussy was rightly gripping, too.
Bad puns could never leave Nik, even after all the disaster he had been through. It became his coping mechanism, after all.
"Man, I don't know why, but I feel weird tonight," Souko mumbled without care, and Sayoko, who sat next to the eldest sister, nudged Souko's arm with her elbow, signaling her to quieten down.
"Alright, we respect the rock paper scissors," Souko grumbled and glared at Kurumi, who sat to Nik's left, smiling slightly only to hide her smile beneath thin indifference.
Aside from Mitsuko, the youngest daughter was the one who wore the shortest of outfits. A thin top with clearly nothing underneath and a pair of comfortable pink shorts that were smaller than briefs themselves but looked wide and spacious enough around her thighs. This is what she would usually wear anyway.
Souko's words prompted Kurumi to glance at Nik, who looked down strangely.
A pair of hands were already set closer to his inner thighs from under the table, and he looked up at Mitsuko.
'Right here?' He didn't feel nervous but felt strange, still. This was a dinner table... and most of the time, he was the one under the table while some new mistress would have her desires fulfilled.
He was being 'serviced' now... and it felt odd.
"Hey, you shouldn't focus on the old bag of bones," Kurumi called out, standing up to drag her chair directly beside Nik before sitting again. Now without the cover of the table, Kurumi had the chair set diagonally and had her left leg stretched onto the other chair. The ends of her shorts parted along with her soft and pale thighs, reaching the roots of her legs, not a fabric underneath her shorts covering her barely visible crotch.
Having Nik's attention, Kurumi leaned against the chair, revealing more. She seemed uncaring of Souko or Sayoko, but Nik couldn't help and glance at the remaining portion of the food she had left.
'I mean... it's going in that cold refrigerator thingy, right?' Nik sighed internally.
At least he wouldn't waste food or choose it over sex. One was sustenance, and the other was...
'Unless the two can be interchanged,' He reasoned. His priorities would definitely shift if mating evolved into a form of sustenance mixed with pleasure.
With her body near Nik, her scent traveled toward him, too. For some reason, the mother and the daughter wanted to hog his complete attention, competing for it in their ways. After all, Kurumi didn't wait for a moment to let herself fall short. Her left hand cupped her perky but relatively small breast as the digits of her right hand circled the stretched seams of her shorts that gave way slightly into her delectable nethers.
"Nngh," Mitsuko suddenly let out a stifled but erotic groan, her fingers unbuttoning his pants with his belt already unbuckled. Her head lowered, teeth firmly clamped over the pulling tab of the zipper as she undid his pants, letting the ends of his pants flap outwards as his already 'hungry' lower body was pressed against the underwear.
Right next to her face, and 'prepared' after a day of long work, Mitsuko had her body stiffened by the thick and enticing scent for a moment. This was definitely more arousing than it had any right to be—realized the erotic mother of three. Nik's smell didn't just feel like ordinary musk but had something more attractive to it, and she found herself mesmerized by this mysterious quality. It was as if his body was made to please women.
Seeing Mitsuko having her lips pressed against Nik's crotch, a thoroughly depraved expression on her face which was further reestablished because of her glasses tilting up, Kurumi felt like increasing her game.
There was still doubt in Nik's mind as to why Kurumi was even trying all of this, but he finally felt pushed over the edge the second Kurumi moved his bowl of rice away and snatched the Edison chopsticks from his hand.
‘Nope!’ Nik snorts internally, peeved.
*Kkhnnnk*
With a dragging noise, Nik pushed his chair back. Losing her support, Mitsuko finally came to be and quickly held herself up with her hands supporting her body. Meanwhile, Kurumi remained stunned when matched with a stern expression on Nik for the first time.
Just today, Nik realized he was missing goals from his life as he did not have to follow the same stagnant routine of living passively as he did before dying.
Since he was already beheaded once, couldn't he also try and grow out of the shadow cast over him by his life?
The very thing Nik wanted to have was a 'say.' And his desire after Mitsuko’s cooking was to eat the damn food and not coil in with the mother-daughter duo’s competition!
"What's going on?" Mitsuko inquired with a slightly worried gaze and adjusted her glasses.
"Sayoko, have it translated," she looked at her daughter and added.
"Um..." Nik mumbled with a frown before he looked down, feeling hesitant. The moment passed. He acted on impulse because he was pulled away from food, which, to him, had always been a source of... peace. But now he recalled once again who provided him food in the first place.
Conflicted emotions rumbled within him, and seeing his somewhat hesitant expression, Sayoko shrugged and typed in something else instead and passed the phone through Souko.
"Are you uncomfortable?"
The question was simple, and for many reasons, Nik agreed.
Nodding, he gestured that he felt uncomfortable.
Sayoko smiled and shook her head, "Mom, you two made him uncomfortable. That's all. I told you that one night doesn't mean he'll be open to anything."
"But... he seemed to be experienced," Mitsuko pouted as Souko added, "Isn't he amnesiac? Even if I lose my memories, I won’t lose my appetite for beer. There's a difference."
"I bet it's Kurumi who made him uncomfortable," Sayoko glared at Kurumi as the youngest snapped, "I didn't. I was just trying to... make him look at me, alright? That's all! Screw all of you! I'm going to bed!"
She scowled and stood up, leaving without looking back as it only made Nik feel worse. He shouldn’t have acted this way, maybe. But he suppresses that emotion well enough. Kurumi may have her issues, but so does everyone.
It was true that a place of eating meant peace for him when it was his turn to eat. But ever since he came here, he lived a peaceful life. And Nik had to admit there was something else that bothered him for a while, a filthy emotion at that.
'I was... jealous that she's got all the food to waste...' He pursed his lips in a stunned realization.
"I see," Mitsuko sighed softly before walking up to Nik and smiling. Holding his hands, she whispered, "I'm truly sorry, sweety. I thought having a mother and daughter would excite you.”
Saying this, she bent down to kiss his forehead and hug him when Sayoko inquired, "Should I translate all that?"
"No, just that I'm sorry," Mitsuko rolled her eyes.
Later, while Mitsuko joined the bath as if nothing had happened, she seemed conservative and strangely elegant. After all, Mitsuko was a beautiful and shapely woman, holding charm and elegance as a natural weapon. And while she enjoyed bathing and head wash Nik provided like usual, she didn't try doing anything else in the bath even when she had a few things planned after the 'dinner.'
'Well, ‘he’ won't return for a few days, so... I can slowly unravel this delicious treat, hehe~!'
Unlike her daughter in her impulsive teen years, Mitsuko loved remaining optimistic as much as possible. At least, she detested feeling worse about herself for situations not under her control. To a beautiful woman, having herself under the table and between somebody's thighs would truly be a dream come true because of the many kinks involved. But she wasn’t of the mind to force him through the experience if he didn’t like it. There’s no enjoyment in that.
After all, the best way to enjoy such acts is when both parties are truly engaging with each other through a shared kink and sensation.
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Alternate Title: Nake Apron Mitsuko; The Girls Know Their Mum; Horni Mitsuko; The Mother Wants to be Picked; A Strange Competition; Nothing Comes Between Nik and His Mood; Nik Can Be A Jealous Hoe; Sayako Coming in Clutch; Even Amnesia Won’t Keep Souko From Beer; Kurumi Just Wants To Be Loved and Petted!; Who’s Gonna Tell Mitsuko Nik’s a Flight Risk?; Kurumi’s Defeat at the Hands of Edison… Chopsticks!