"Mom mom mom... mom?"
Miura Yumiko was dumbfounded, it could practically be called shock, "Why are you here? Where's Dad?"
"Your dad of course is at home, where else could he be?"
Mrs. Miura still had that smiling expression, clearly enjoying her daughter's shameful look that made her seem like she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
"As for why I'm here... that's not important. What is important is, Yumiko-chan, aren't you going to introduce this boyfriend-kun by your side to your mom?"
Even though the agreed time for the home visit was supposed to be tomorrow, since they'd already run into each other, it would be impossible to pretend not to see.
Letting go of Yumiko in his arms, Kaito turned around and nodded slightly at the mature woman in front of him.
"Mrs. Miura, nice to meet you. My name is Kurumizaka Kaito, and I am currently dating Yumiko."
"Then I'll just call you Kaito-kun, is that alright?"
Mrs. Miura beamed with a full smile, just about to take a good look at the little cabbage her daughter managed to snag from outside. The moment their eyes met, her vocal cords moved before her brain, and she couldn't help but let out an "Oh ho~" of admiration.
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Since the downstairs wasn't a place to talk, under Mrs. Miura's strong invitation, Kaito still went upstairs to sit for a while.
Because of the sudden situation, he only had the high-end skincare products he bought for Mrs. Miura, which could serve as a gift.
As for the fishing gear set he bought earlier, there were too many items, and it wasn't convenient to carry, so he had asked the shop to deliver it to their home and originally planned to bring it over tomorrow.
Only having a gift for Mrs. Miura but not one for Mr. Miura might seem biased.
But at this point, no one really cared about such trivial things anymore.
Mr. Miura had been feeling quite depressed.
The little cabbage he raised for over ten years was suddenly taken away without a sound. The old father's grief surged like a river, yet the child's mother was all in favor of it, and he couldn't even voice his opposition.
The only thing he could do, it seemed, was to slightly make things difficult for the damned brat who took his daughter, during the meet-the-parents session, yet he didn't dare to go overboard, afraid the child's mother would argue with him. Such is the sorrow of a middle-aged man with a weak back, having no say in the family.
But...
"You're Yumiko's boyfriend?"
All his calculations vanished the moment he saw the "brat" in person.
Mr. Miura couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
'It seems... my own daughter is the damned blonde?' [T/N: Blonde means cuckold as most NTR themes have yellow haired villains]
The two men stayed in the living room, while Mrs. Miura and her daughter went to the kitchen to prepare tonight's dinner.
Well, calling them mother and daughter wasn't exactly accurate. Yumiko had been like a decoration from beginning to end, and even when trying to help, she was disliked by Mrs. Miura as getting in the way.
And...
"Mom...", Yumiko uncomfortably looked down at herself, not seeing anything strange, and finally couldn't help but protest, "Can you not look at me with that... confused and slightly disgusted expression?"
Mrs. Miura sighed.
Not only did she not restrain herself, her tone became even more puzzled, "Such a good cabbage, how did it end up being picked by you... Dear daughter, you didn't happen to use some... special methods, did you?"
"Recently there are more and more laws about female predators, and if something gets exposed, you'll be starting with at least three years, maximum death penalty, this isn't a joke."
"Mom doesn't want to bury her black-haired child with white hair, let alone go to prison to bring you meals when I'm old."
"How can you so maliciously guess your own biological daughter's intentions? That kind of thing doesn't exist at all, okay? Do I look like someone who'd commit crimes?"
Yumiko couldn't help but grind her silver teeth, and grumbled, "Besides, I'm not that bad either, alright? I'm pretty, have a great figure, is it really impossible that he was simply attracted by my beauty and started pursuing me?"
"Fooling mom is fine, but don't fool yourself too."
Knowing her daughter better than anyone, Mrs. Miura ruthlessly exposed her, "It's fine if you trick mom with a few words, I'll just laugh it off, but mom hopes that after saying that, you won't secretly cry little pearls in bed tonight. Boyfriend-kun pursued you? I'd sooner believe I'm Oda Nobuna."
"How do you even know such outdated jokes...", Yumiko was speechless. Mom was already up there in age, yet sometimes still acted like a kid. She seriously couldn't understand what Dad saw in her back then...
"Hmph, mom's eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. Just looking at boyfriend-kun's face, I know he's definitely a good kid~"
"Anyway, enough nonsense. Hurry and tell me honestly, how far have you two gotten?", Mrs. Miura elbowed her daughter, full of gossiping spirit.
"What do you mean how far?", Yumiko shook her head like a rattle drum, playing dumb, "I don't understand a word you're saying."
No matter what, discussing this kind of thing with family was way too embarrassing, she wasn't open enough for that.
"Still shy with mom? Of course I mean the things couples are supposed to do," Seeing her daughter act like some ignorant village maiden, face redder than a monkey's butt, Mrs. Miura was exasperated, "Weren't you really bold before? Even downstairs you dared to hug and kiss your boyfriend-kun…"
Yumiko thought, 'That's totally different!'
Facing a boyfriend and facing a gossiping parent are two completely different concepts.
"Anyway, you don't need to worry about that," She held back for a long time but still didn't want to give a direct answer, only wanting to skip the topic quickly, "...The hamburger steak looks a bit burnt, maybe it's time to flip it?"
Such a clumsy topic change made Mrs. Miura roll her eyes. She thought to herself, 'How did I end up with such a useless daughter?'
'So bashful like some dainty woman, not a bit of the heroic spirit I had in my youth.'
Back then, once she set her sights on her daughter's dad, she didn't say a word and just charged in, blocking the then still-naive Mr. Miura in the classroom, not letting him go without saying yes.
'What a useless daughter.'
'If mom were thirty years younger, would this kind of good thing even fall to you?'
Judging by Yumiko's behavior... it seemed like the two of them had only gone as far as hugging and maybe kissing.
More intimate interaction probably didn't exist yet.
'...Oh well, if the daughter is useless, there's still the mom.'
'From the first moment I saw boyfriend-kun, such a handsome son-in-law, our Miura family is taking him! Not even Jesus can steal him away! I said it!'
[T/N: 🤞🏻 we want oyakodon]
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