Chapter 47 of 292

What was he doing to her?

By Emmanuel_Capricorn • 1,233 words • Code: NV-W9yfrkF

After me and Marin were interrupted by Sumire, all the sexy tension in the room was gone so things returned to normal.

Although the giant beast in my pants was difficult to control, I didn't let it bother me nor Marin and just ignored it until it returned to it's slumber naturally.

I quickly took down the remaining measurement of Marin before I sent it to the owner through a message. He said it would take at least a week before they got it ready.

Marin was really excited and thankful when she heard that, claiming how it was the perfect time with an upcoming anime event.

Apparently, it was to be held two weeks from now. She asked me if I could go with her.

I obviously said yes, to which she replied "It's a promise then."

I would like to disagree.

It was not a promise. It was a date.

Obviously I didn't say that but that was what I had in mind anyways.

After that we went down and Marin met with my mother and explained what had happened to her and clear the misunderstanding.

My mother said she understood and went in the kitchen to make lunch for us.

We helped her and we ate lunch. After that Marin finally went back home and my holiday came to an uneventful end.

My mother did not talk about what happened but I think deep down it might be bothering her.

Though since she didn't talk about it I wouldn't know. And I didn't want to think too deeply about it because...

I needed to get back to the grind.

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[3rd POV]

[Sumire Fujita : IMG]

Sumire Fujita was in a turmoil again after she caught her son with that girl from his school.

Marin Kitagawa.

Kitagawa was only in her underwear when she caught them and even though they denied it - saying that they were just taking measurements for a cloth - she knew otherwise.

She was a woman with experience.

She knew something had happened. Something huge and important.

It especially became clear when she saw how the girl looked at her son afterwards.

She knew that look.

It was the same look she would have when she was looking at her son too.

Love.

Somehow, someway, her son had managed to capture the girl's heart and from what she saw, her son didn't even realised it.

Instead, he appears to be in the process of trying to capture her heart. It was honestly really funny to see him try to obtain what he already had.

It was an amazing sight. Watching the kids discovering love and experiencing it.

She knew she should be happy for her son and cheer him on, especially after what happened to him before.

She had come to know Kitagawa better and she knew she was a good girl so she was not as worried as she should be.

Though she would make sure to keep an eye on her.

Sumire knew what she should feel as a mother when she saw what was happening. And she did feel those in some parts of her heart.

But..

But she was also feeling bitter. Or salty would be a better word.

She had no problem with different girls falling for her son. She didn't mind it and she also wouldn't mind it if he were to accept their feelings.

Though what she did mind was her son falling for the girl and reciprocating their feelings.

Now that was an idea that pierced her heart.

She was not sure before, or maybe she was denying it till now.

But seeing him with another girl had made it clear.

She didn't want him to love another girl at all. At least love them more than her.

She felt threatened, yet again. Like how it happened before when he was dating another girl.

She didn't want to feel this way.

She only wanted to feel what a normal mother should feel.

But these taboo feelings were too extreme for her to ignore now. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to contain it.

She wanted him to love her forever. Just like how she would love him forever.

She didn't want to be abandoned again. She didn't want another girl to take her place.

These emotions went wild inside of her. She wondered if it would've been better if she had never opened the door of his room.

Because if things go on like this, she would lose control and explode.

And he would hate her.

She didn't want him to hate her.

Yet if she does nothing another girl would take her place in his heart.

She would lose him.

She didn't know which one would hurt more, but she didn't want to find out.

She was backed to a corner. She couldn't see this ending well no matter what she choose.

'You can always lock him up in your room forever.' a voice would whisper to her

And even though she knew it was wrong, the thought it was a very attractive option.

Afterall, it would be fine even if she locuk him up all to herself right?

He was her's afterall.

She made him inside of her. She gave him life. She brought him up.

So it would be fine right?

It wouldn't be hard to put something in his food. And with how much he always eat, it would be extremely easy to drug him.

"Ahh." Sumire gasped at her own crazy thoughts and she sat up from her bed.

She was sweating all over her body as she had difficult trouble sleeping.

Maybe due to drowsiness she had gone crazy.

She took the water bottle beside her bed and took a refreshing sip and cleared her thoughts.

With a clearer mind she analysed her feelings and she finally realised how much her thoughts towards her son had changed.

She didn't even realise it.

Until recently, even though a small part of her felt this taboo love towards her son. It was overshadowed by her love as a mother.

So when...

When did she become like this?

She recalled everything that had happened in the past month and she realised that her interaction with Yuito was a bit different than she ever remembered.

Yuito was treating her differentlt.

Touching her a little bit too much. Holding her a little bit too much.

A compliment unbecoming of a son here, a touch slightly inappropriate there.

Oh..

She thought it was her imagination. But now that she really thought about it, it was not.

It was not only her.

It was him too.

As she was thinking and realising all these, another shocking fact she hasn't realised till now, hit her.

'Wait a minute.'

"When was the last time he called me mother?" She asked herself in genuine worry and shock

When?

When was it?