Chapter 269

It's clear she really enjoys this title.

"Hi hi,"

Koto Satsuki waved her hand and pushed her away. "Hey, Sakurakoji, this is my mother, not my sister."

"Huh?! Is that so?"

"Hehe~ I want to hear her call me 'sister' a few more times~"

She hugged her daughter's arm affectionately.

"Stop fooling around,"

Koto Satsuki looked at her with a troubled expression, "By the way, Mom, it seems you've made a mistake too."

"Huh? What?"

Her mother tilted her head adorably.

"You used 'she,' right? But he's actually a boy."

Koto Satsuki explained somewhat awkwardly.

"Huh? Oh, come on~ Satsuki, that joke isn't funny at all~"

Qin's mother waved her hand, then pointed at him, "This child who looks as cute as True Wei can't possibly be a boy, right?"

"No, it's true, I (Boku) am a boy, Auntie."

Sakurakoji Talent looked to the side with a subtle feeling, never expecting that he would have to explain something like this now.

Perhaps because they were kneeling, his height didn't appear as noticeable, thus emphasizing other features such as his long hair and feminine facial features.

So he stood up and revealed his true self.

"Could she be a model like True Wei? Wow, that's amazing! She's even taller than True Wei!"

And then this is the result.

"..."

Sakurakoji Talent sat down again, dejected.

He rested his elbows on the low table, propping up his chin, his face full of melancholy.

Koto Satsuki covered her mouth with her hand, her body trembling slightly as she let out a soft, snickering laugh.

"Huh? Really?"

After observing their reactions for a while, Qin's mother realized what was happening and her gaze shifted back and forth between the two of them.

"So didn't I say so already?"

"Huh?!?"

After calming down...

"I'm sorry, Talent! I thought..."

"No, it's okay, I'm used to it, really..."

"Sorry!"

Sakurakoji Talent's eyes gradually regained focus. He sighed softly and took food out of the bag beside him, placing it on the table.

"Auntie, this is more like the food we bought for you after dinner. It's still a little warm, so eat it while it's hot."

Chapter 313 It's nothing but an Oedipus complex, who else...?

"Wow~ It smells so good~ Thank you! I won't be polite then!"

Her earlier anxiety vanished, and she became cheerful again.

"Eat quickly, you have to go to work later, Mom."

Koto Satsuki reminded me.

"Ah! Right! But there's still time, so it's okay!"

While enjoying her delicious food, she didn't forget to keep talking.

"But I never expected Talent to be a boy~ Can boys be this good-looking?"

"Little Satsuki, this is the first time you've brought a boy home! Well, but the True Wei!"

"Aha!!! Could it be... my boyfriend?!"

She felt as if she had discovered a new continent, and her expression shifted as she took several more steps toward the sunflower.

"Sure! If it's Talent, then Mommy gives permission!"

"No! Mom! What are you thinking!"

Even Koto Satsuki, who had maintained a calm and quiet voice, couldn't help but shout out.

"Eh~ isn't that right?!"

Why are you disappointed?

"Because Talent looks so outstanding—gentle, polite, he must be a really good boy!"

"Well... those are two different things, aren't they?"

Koto Satsuki turned her head away shyly.

"Well, I was just saying. If you really have that idea, don't worry about me, okay?"

Qin Mu swallowed a mouthful of Oden and took the Drinks that Sakurakoji Talent handed her.

"Thank you! As expected of Talent, you're so kind~ If I were ten years younger, I would definitely compete with Satsuki for you!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and finish your food so you can get to work!"

"Hi~ I'll go get ready then, I won't bother you any longer!"

After standing up, she took a small step forward, then squatted down, and grasped Sakurakoji Talent's hand, her eyes shining with anticipation as she looked at him. "Um, Talent!"

"Yes?"

A fragrance wafted from the tip of his nose, somewhat similar to Koto Satsuki's, but much more mature; if he had to make an analogy... rose?

"Satsuki on you to take care of Satsuki! Although she doesn't know how to be affectionate at all, she's really a Good Child!"

"They even gave me hand-knitted warm wool socks for my birthday!"

"Mother!"

Koto Satsuki slapped the table and leaned forward.

"Hehe~ How scary, how scary~"

Qin's mother stopped revealing the secret, glanced at her, waved her hand, and left. "Well then, you two have a good chat!"

Koto Satsuki stood up and followed closely behind. It seemed that even if she didn't want to leave, she would still make her leave.

Just before closing time, she added, "Oh, by the way, I heard that kids these days are starting to do 'that' earlier. If you're thinking about it, you don't have to..."

Snap!

Koto Satsuki slammed the wooden paper door shut, blocking it behind her.

After a while, when she heard the door close outside, Koto Satsuki collapsed weakly and knelt on the ground.

"I only wanted to show you my house, play a little trick on you as revenge, and then send you to the station to go home."

"I didn't expect you to know so much, I'm finished..."

"Huh? Is this something that will kill us if we find out?"

Sakurakoji Talent is remarkable.

"Anyway, you'll use this against me to threaten me into doing this or that, right?"

Koto Satsuki's eyes were lifeless, her eyebrows drooped, and her expression was devoid of vitality.

"If I disagree, you will spread the word throughout the apartment building, and even my school, causing my social death."

"After today, everyone will know that I am a woman who gives her mother warm woolen socks on her birthday."

"She seems aloof and indifferent to people, but secretly she has a mother complex... I'm going to have to live a life of being pointed at and gossiped about from now on."

Instead of immediately comforting her, Sakurakoji Talent squatted down beside her, propped his face up with his Hands, and squinted to appreciate her rare moment of vulnerability.

It was just a small, embarrassing past that got out, yet he scared himself to this extent.

Is this the honest yet timid side her mother described?

So cute...

At a time like this, it would be a disservice to his wicked nature not to take the opportunity to flirt with her.

"That's right~"

He lifted her smooth chin, smiling as he looked at himself. "If you don't want me to go around telling everyone... you know what to do, right?"

Koto Satsuki's delicate body trembled, her expression one of humiliation and sorrow, and she murmured in a low voice, "As expected, I knew you were this kind of person."

"Next, you probably want me to submit to you, or to help you find out information about Ouka Mai, right?"

"To submit... Hmm, you certainly have the right to say that, and it's quite tempting."

"Really!"

"Alright, alright, I'm just teasing you."

He released his hand from her rounded chin, took the opportunity to touch her wonderfully soft cheek, and sat back down on the cushion.

"It's just a birthday gift of warm woolen socks. If that's considered motherly love, then what am I?"

It's just an Oedipus complex, who isn't? I not only have an Oedipus complex, I also... ah, well, not really.

"What's the meaning?"

Koto Satsuki regained some of her energy.

"You know what my family does, right?"

Sakurakoji Talent in his question.

"I've heard Ouka Mai mention something about it; it seems like her family is similar—both her mothers are Fashion Designer."

"Yes, and one of my uncles and two aunts is also a designer, and my father is a pattern maker, so you could say we come from a family of Fashion Designer. Of course, I am one too."

He stared at her and explained, "So, in the past, when family members had birthdays, we would often exchange clothes or design sketches as gifts."

"From childhood to adulthood, I don't know how many sets of clothes I've given them, and I've sewn quite a few by hand."

"The wool socks you sent... aside from the fact that the item itself is rather shabby, to be honest, there's nothing strange about them."

"If you want to give this kind of gift again in the future, you should learn more about needlework. If you're interested, I can teach you."

Koto Satsuki blinked, surprised that there was such a way to solve this problem.

Because her classmates were all ordinary modern students, she subconsciously felt ashamed and never thought that it was actually not strange.

If someone else said this, it would hardly have any effect, because what she cares about is her image being damaged, not just the gift itself.

But looking at Sakurakoji Talent's elegant demeanor as he rested his chin on his hand and leaned on the table... she suddenly felt a strong sense of resonance.

"Speaking of True Wei, that Makoto, despite coming from a family of designers, can't she make clothes? She's so lazy."

Koto Satsuki couldn't help but nod in agreement with his criticisms.

Because Ouka Mai doesn't make many clothes, she subconsciously assumed that he wouldn't either.

"Well, that's not surprising. Don't even mention her; there are plenty of professional designers who can't sew. For example, my mother has absolutely no interest in sewing."

Koto Satsuki stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly said, "Are you trying to comfort me?"

"... No, it's just something I felt compelled to say."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"Let's leave it at that then."