The girls didn’t return before it was late, so I just made a small meal that might recharge them in the fridge that needed heating up and small notes for them both.
Since spending so long apart from Eternia, I began to miss her and felt my changes and growth.
“Let’s head to the restaurant after picking her up.”
In my specially made Arvani suit.
I sent her a message to ensure she would be ready while grabbing my keys and fixing my figure in the mirror. It was strange to see such a handsome figure when looking in mirrors and glass rather than the strange blur and a feeling of disgust in my chest.
I liked the changes quite a lot.
“There wasn’t anything I had to do, right? Door locked, oven turned off, windows locked, and the washer and dryer set to a two-hour cycle.”
***
My BWM M2 was driving down the city streets, and seeing the daylight fading as it slowly became night caused my heart and excitement to settle.
It made me think about how my misunderstandings and delusions might have changed the memories in my head. Thanks to speaking with Mother and the help from Eternia and Lupera, things were starting to make more sense.
I was grateful to them all because I remembered Dad’s stupid smile and true last words.
“Your mother truly wished to stay with you forever—when she found out you were inside her, everything changed in her life, and you became her hope.”
“Never forget that we both loved you more than anything…”
He then grabbed my young hand—when I knew what was happening and understood that Dad was going far away, the problems in my mind had already started…
Was it the baseball bat to the side of my dome? Getting stomped on to help Aki with bullies… Something back then seemed to have triggered my problems that spiralled out of control from that moment.
“Sorry that we couldn’t be there to see you grow up into a fine man. Haha, make sure you care for Anastasia and Aki. Those sisters have been through enough.”
My foot pressed down the accelerator, eyes watching the rapidly moving road, several cars moving out of my way.
I realised the kind of life I had forced upon the two girls.
They would not have twisted their relationship if it weren’t for me. Or that was a little too egotistical of me—maybe they also have serious issues…
I will become a man they can share them with and help them fix their worries.
*Woosh*
“Dad… Since she was never your woman, I’m going to take her. There’s no problem, right?” I whispered as the beautiful parts of the city began to fade, and our home for so long appeared in my sight.
The dirty walls, broken tiles and litter…
Even with this spectacle, I can honestly say I never hated this place.
It was the home I spent most of my life in—without it, maybe I would never have met Eternia and been saved.
“There is no rush to change our relationship, slowly. Step by step.”
***
I could feel my heart leaping out of my throat and realised how cheeky I was towards this woman…
Gathering my courage, I knocked on the door, causing a loud bang before the shuffling of feet sounded from the opposite side of the door.
“I’m coming~ Oh, it’s Rai.” She said to herself as she looked out of the peeper.
It was cute to be able to hear the silly things she did.
*Clack*
When the door opened, I had to take a second breath as I saw her.
She was wearing something I had never seen before a dark wine-red cocktail dress with a low-cut V-neck revealing her ample breasts and creamy tanned chest. “Oh~ my eyes are up here, Rai. Always a naughty boy addicted to my tits…”
“Aha… sorry. They just looked so good.”
Anastasia twirled around and grabbed a black coat from the coat rack—a leather one that I only saw her use once or twice as she wrapped it around her shoulders, “Thank you~ I know they do.”
The next time she turned around, her beautiful eyes looked me up and down with a satisfied nod while stroking the material of my suit and lingering against my chest.
“Mmmm, you look great in that suit. It’s perfect for you and seems to be Arvani. Did you get a custom suit now you’ve been making money? Fufu, I am glad you stopped holding back because of me.”
Before I could react, she hooked my arm and took the lead—her hips swayed seductively when she flicked them to the left, her buttocks pressed against my hips, causing me to feel that the woman I idolised was quite the enchantress…
I glorified her as some saint or angel when she was like me.
A flawed and normal human.
***
Taking her to my car, she looked at it and made a funny noise, “Woaw! Nice car.” She then slapped my ass before moving ahead and climbing into the passenger seat, her face peculiar as she fastened her seatbelt and winked at me.
“You wanted to help do my seatbelt and touch my boobs, right? Haha, poor Rai.”
I ignored her mocking me and sat down before taking a deep breath.
Things took time to adjust—in my mind, maybe I glorified how a relationship with my mother would be, and this was the reality, yet I didn’t dislike seeing this side of her.
It was fresh for a woman only a few years older than me.
“Where did you choose to take me? Somewhere nice, even though I would be fine with fried meats with some good beer at a stall.” Her legs crossed, she began to fiddle with the radio as I headed to a place she always wanted to go.
One of the few memories that were never distorted.
“Eh… this direction?” Anastasia spoke before becoming quiet as her face looked more serious with her eyes seeming to shine—I wondered if this was the correct idea as we headed towards the Italican restaurant that she once told me she dreamt of eating there one day.
Maybe my words about why she could remember the food better made sense in some part of her soul.
After parking the car, Anastasia’s face became ponderous as she climbed out, giving me a lovely smile when I hurried to get the door.
“Thank you, honey,” she stroked my head and winked. “Was it always here? I mean, no wonder I only remembered some of the menu… There weren’t this many choices!” She joked as we walked through the modern Italian-style exterior and approached the welcoming desk.
“Do you have a reservation, Sir?” The lady asked.
She was looking at both of us before with respect… Something I had never experienced before, used to the stern gaze determining if we would pay was the norm. I couldn’t help but feel ticklish in my chest and smile.
“Yes, it should be under the name Mr and Mrs Shibuya.”
Haha… Mother elbowed me with a damn grin before whispering, “Ehh, so I am Mrs Shibuya now, you smooth little brat? When did we tie the knot? We haven’t even had sex yet!”
Mother, don’t be so vulgar… It’s too real!
Ahem. I smiled innocently, trying to ignore her fingers pinching me, “How amusing,” Anastasia giggled as her head swayed from side to side while scanning the menu with great curiosity.
The lady became flustered after glancing at us before we got through security checks and then escorted up to one of the few top-tier rooms—reserved exclusively for the elite.
“Such an exciting date, and you sure know how to spoil your woman… How many women have you been with? I thought you were a virgin, and even Haruka was childish, right?”
Hmmm… I decided to be honest.
“I’ve slept with five women, maybe six, but the last one isn’t a relationship and was just for pleasure.”
Anastasia seemed genuinely surprised, but her grin continued. “Heh, I suppose there is a lot more to learn about my little honey Rai, and he did those naughty things to me as well,” She whispered in my ear before pecking my cheek while making me flush, almost getting a boner before being reminded of why I was here.
“Did you learn how to pleasure women using mommy’s body, then make those little girls pant all night?”
It was not the same mother as before—this was probably Anastasia’s true nature. Still, the closeness was amazing, and her behaviour showed it was only normal and that she loved to flirt.
“Mn,” I nodded truthfully.
I felt the cold night when her hand snaked to grab my ass.
“Good,” She giggled again and acted like everything was ordinary. “Just like this, our young master should build up your experiences, although having three ladies in bed is perhaps a little much to handle!”
She laughed loudly, though she was consciously careful not to disturb the other diners or waiters nearby, and they did their job, opening our doors, as we sat down in the quiet, private booth that cost me over four thousand dollars to book it.
Anastasia knew this restaurant, ordering for both of us after deciding the main dish would be two specials of the finest lobster, served with fine-grade white wine and mixed sides.
Once the starter arrived, a creamy soup with meat and herbs, she looked at me with a warm smile.
“Thank you, Rai… My last memory with my family and seniors was at this restaurant… It was when she was pregnant with you.” Her eyes were beautiful in the candlelight, shimmering as her feet slid along my thighs—I was outclassed in charm, flirtatious power and intimacy as she chewed and gave a slight sigh.
“Do you want to know about your real mother?” Her voice was gentle, with her glass of wine empty as she stared at me with soft eyes. “You look just like her—maybe if the senior was a man like you, I might have been your mother, hahaha!”
For some reason, I didn’t feel anything bad.
The images of my mother were vague, but Anastasia took out her phone and turned it towards me as she showed me another lady just like her, but on another level of beauty…
Of course, she would want to be my mother’s lover—she was beyond beautiful!? How did the rugged old man manage to get her in his bed?
I had most of her features: the soft face, well-proportioned cheeks, full juicy lips, small forehead, and head…
Only I had my dad’s eyes, which I took pride in because they were like a lone wolf in human form.
“My mother is so beautiful…” I couldn’t help but speak honestly, and she was prettier than Anastasia, who was an easy nine out of ten for me—mother was twelve!
“Hahahaha! Oh? Are you done wanting to make me your woman? Now you’ve seen how pretty your real mom is… Should I cry? Fufu.”
The smile on her face was something I hadn’t seen—it was so vibrant and genuine as she slurped on her soup with a slightly rude gesture before pouring me another glass of wine and chattering away about how my mother was a bit of a gangster in school.
It was surprising that my dad looked so badass… Yet he was a straight-A student, and my mother was the one who smoked and fought every day.
Haha…
It made me want to meet her, a slightly heavy feeling in my chest, which I tried to hide with a smile and drinking my wine.
These feelings were unpleasant, but I was happy to feel them before I didn’t feel anything like this.
Hearing how my mother was the one who courted my dad and would protect him on the way home in the dark made me feel warm in my chest—listening to their happiest moments allowed me to forget those dark days, even for a moment, as they brought our main with the two bottles of soft white wine.
I only prayed in my chest to the Eight Dungeon Goddesses that they might be together again now…
This time, they get their happy ending.
