Chapter 15: If Sexual Preferences Were to be Left Alone, They'll Distort On Their Own, So It's Better to Give Them a Direction and Distort Them in Advance to Achieve a Cleaner Outcome

If Sexual Preferences Were to be Left Alone, They'll Distort On Their Own, So It's Better to Give Them a Direction and Distort Them in Advance to Achieve a Cleaner Outcome

While caring for Mama-sama, who can't stop laughing at memories and now smiles just at the sight of Tomohiro-kun, I look with pity at the boy who's being laughed at for his past actions.

I feel sorry for him being laughed at by Mama-sama, but I'm sure Tomohiro-kun is happy that he's made a beautiful woman smile because of him. I'm glad for him, laugh with joy...

Ah, Mama-sama, stop laughing. Calm down, hee hee hee.

Still, I'm surprised Mama-sama has such a hidden humor. Mama-sama is always smiling, but it's rare for her to laugh so hard that it hurts like this. In fact, I've never seen it before.

In fact, I can't forgive Tomohiro-kun for revealing a side of Mama-sama that even I don't know about. 

I was thinking that if this continued any longer I'd promote him from Snack-kun to Laughing Stock-kun, but Mama's face turned red and she tried to steady her breathing, muttering words that she was in pain and that she was going to die.

Why is she so lewd when she's just trying to hold back her laughter? If a teenager saw something like this, their sexual preferences would be all messed up.

What the hell do you think other people's sexual preferences are?!

Yup, it's a toy!

A toy that's fun to knead and distort. Sexual preferences aren't just a collection that's fun to look at. They're fine toys. Toys have to be used. The reason we spent so long nurturing them is to be used, right?

Thinking about this, I looked at Mama's expression. It was lewd, after all.

When I thought that this was made by Tomohiro-kun, my brain felt like it was creaking.

No! I don't want to see Mama's feminine face. No way!  

...Come to think of it, when I was still a baby, Daddy-san often made her look like that.

.....

I'll never forgive you, Daddy!!

Just as my irrational, murderous hatred for Daddy-san began to grow, I patted Mama-sama on the back to calm her down.

A smile suits Mama-sama, but a pained expression doesn't. So I want Mama-sama to return to her usual self soon...

No, a pained expression is still lewd, so I'd like her to do that someti–

Please don't think such bad things about Mama-sama! Damn me!!

"Hikari, I'm fine now. Sorry for worrying you."

After battling my inner desires while patting Mama's back for a while, Mama-sama finally returns to normal, her mouth still twitching slightly as she stands up.

"I'm fine, but I won't be able to see Hiro-chan's face for a while," she mutters.

With her face still red and tears streaming from her eyes, she looks like a mother who's been roughly assaulted and then trying to act tough so as not to worry her child.

What she did wasn't rough, it was a stab at a funny spot, but she's still acting tough, which is pretty bad.

I told Mama, who was still laughing, to stay in the living room to protect her from Tomohiro-kun's clutches, and headed towards Tomohiro-kun, who was being looked after by my little sister.

It doesn't really matter, but having my little sister take care of him in order to protect Mama from the clutches of evil is, to put it mildly, the worst thing you can say. I'm definitely using my little sister for all her worth.

I'm heading to my room. Well, Tomohiro-kun is my childhood friend, after all, so this is a reasonable placement. My little sister is also a childhood friend, but she's hitting puberty soon.

I'm sure it's not very pleasant for a boy your age to be scrutinizing your room.

Surely I'm no better? Haha, that's a funny joke.

What kind of owner would be embarrassed to have their room seen by a puppy? Feeling embarrassed over something like a puppy is beyond the bounds of human shame.

"Akari, Hiro-chan, I'm sorry. Mama finally calmed.... down..."

I, who shouldn't have felt any embarrassment, opened the door and saw Tomohiro-kun holding a soft-looking pink cloth in his hands.

That is, he was clutching my underwear...or rather, he was caressing my pajamas.

Okay, not as bad as my panties, but what he was doing was still gross.

I lowered the temperature of my gaze, to the point where every molecule stopped vibrating.

When Tomohiro-kun noticed this, he flinched and stopped moving, and my little sister did the same.

So, what should I do in front of the two of them, who had stopped moving? Should I scream "Aaah!" and make bright red maple leaves bloom? Or should I just walk away and not say a word?

Hmm, either might be fun, but let's first grasp the situation.

Without moving my eyes, I accurately read the information that appears in the corner of my vision. My eyes are a little hard to focus, so people say it's scary, but oh well.

Ah, it's so cute that both my little sister and Tomohiro-kun are scared.

After checking, I discovered a puddle of orange water in the shadows of their bodies. Oh, it was right near where I had left my pajamas. And of course, there are no living creatures in our house that drip orange bodily fluids, so the puddle must be orange juice.

Probably, the two of them were messing around and spilled juice, and Tomohiro-kun quickly grabbed my pajamas. If it had been a clear yellow liquid, and had also wet my sister's clothes, I might have mistaken it for some kind of play, but there was no way to misunderstand.

What a lame ending. My gaze grew even colder.

"Hiro-chan... what are you doing with my clothes?"

There was a 1.5 second gap between my lines. With my pink brain cells fully activated, I was thinking at a speed that most people can't keep up with, and I successfully arrived at the joy of being able to legally be cold to Tomohiro-kun.

I'm basically the type to spoil my children, so I can't look at Tomohiro-kun like I would a pig before it's shipped.

I look at pigs before it's shipped with more affection though. I apologize to all livestock farmers.

Anyway, I'd better finish this before my cold gaze flipped something inside Tomohiro-kun, or I'll be in trouble.

I'm raising a snack, but I have no intention of raising a masochistic pig.

Tomohiro-kun, who would probably naturally open up to masochism if he faced his inferiority complex, would probably turned over easily if I made a mistake in his upbringing, so it's not good to give him too much of a cold stare.

Hikari, if you know the cause in the first place, stop being so mean!

"Hikari-chan!? It's not that! It's not that! Don't get the wrong idea!"

He looked into my eyes, then at the pajamas in his hand, then at me again, then at my little sister.

He seemed to understand immediately that this could lead to some kind of misunderstanding. Even though he has a super private tutor like me, Tomohiro-kun attends a famous private middle school, so he's by no means an idiot.

Despite that, his explanations were lacking in explanation, and his words and actions didn't seem to be intended to clear up the misunderstanding, which is probably because Tomohiro-kun was so stressed.

Glancing sideways at Tomohiro-kun as he looks so flustered, I see my little sister laughing a little.

You have that angelic face you inherited from Mama, but you have a pretty nasty personality, don't you?

You seem especially happy when you see Tomohiro-kun like this. So your sexual preferences are that of a trash human? Aren't you ashamed to be alive?

Well, actually, my little sister probably doesn't even realize she has such a habit. She probably doesn't want to see Tomohiro-kun in pain, either, and she might not even notice that her own expression is relaxing.

You don't have to notice it in your lifetime. I hope you stay pure and beautiful forever.

As I pray a prayer that's unlikely to come true, I smile at Tomohiro-kun, who's starting to get flustered and I'm starting to feel sorry for him.

It's okay, I tell him he probably just spilled his juice, and Tomohiro-kun, who had been acting like a puppy about to cry just a moment ago, breathes a sigh of relief.

I can't go too far and awaken something from my little sister.

I'll protect both of your quirks!

By the way, you two really get along well. Were you two born under such a star? I wish I were born under a brighter star.

Since the room had hardwood floors and there was no carpeting, the damage was minimal, so they got away with almost no punishment this time.

I'm glad my room had hardwood floors, because if it had been a Japanese-style room with tatami mats, I'm sure we wouldn't have spoken a word to each other for the whole day.

He'd had the pleasure of staying over at his favorite childhood friend's house, and it was the second day without him saying a word, so maybe that's okay. I'm always on the lookout for a chance to snack on some snacks. I'm sure Tomohiro-kun is smiling inside as he looks downcast.

Anyway, putting that "what if" talk aside, we play games together in my room. By games, I mean analog games, not beep-beep games.  

We don't really have the habit of buying game consoles in our house. Well, we have access to a computer, so it's not a problem. And if we want to buy one, we can always do so.

I win by a landslide in brain-teasing games, and then has the two of them at a loss in bargaining games. Naturally, it all ends up being a game of luck.

When he invited Mama to play because the more the merrier, she rejected him, saying she wouldn't dare face Hiro-chan. 

Tomohiro-kun, who heard this right in front of him, simply looked uncomfortable, without knowing the whole story. It makes me laugh. Maybe this house isn't kind to Tomohiro-kun.

After playing for a while, it's time to study.

Even if it's a holiday, that doesn't mean a free time for a diligent reincarnated person. In fact, it's busy because it means I can pack my schedule more tightly than usual.

"Considering that, you seem to be free most of the time," you say?

Why are you saying something so cruel?

Hikari's going to cry. 

I'm busy. I'm always busy. I study, hang out with friends, and hang out with Tomohiro-kun. And even when I'm browsing the internet, I'm working hard to find that sparkling talent. It really hurts when people think I have nothing to do.

Well, that's not to say I don't have time to cut corners. I'm not a lifelong RTA runner, so I'm not that interested in improving my time. After all, shortening your time in life means dying early, right?

Damn it, my time this time was 20 years! Wow, there's still a lot of waste! 

Or something like that.

Speed ​​isn't justice!

Thinking this, I make a moderately easy omelet rice. Omelet rice feels like a feast considering how much effort it takes. All you have to do is make chicken rice and fry an egg. It's literally just two steps! If you think about it, even fried chicken is just marinated and fried. 

Maybe it's not that easy to make, I thought, but then I realized that it's something an average person like me could make, so it must be easy after all. It's definitely better to make it with lots of love than to think about complicated things while making it. I hope it's delicious. I hope it's delicious. And I hope you're delicious too, Tomohiro-kun.

Eggs are best when they're freshly made, so I'll call everyone in in the order they're ready.

I'll prepare my own first, followed by Mama's with cheese. Akari's portion is soft-boiled and runny, with demi-glace sauce. If it were a hamburger steak, I'd use leftover meat juice, but I didn't have any this time, so I'll use bottled chicken oil instead.

Finally, I'll make Tomohiro-kun's portion and top it with ketchup hearts, and then the omelet rice will be ready, and just looking at it will make your mouth water. 

So cute!