People Cannot Survive on Their Own

It was because... her body temperature was rising.

Besides her heartbeat, her body temperature also became increasingly abnormal.

Was it because Asakusa Toru's breath was constantly pattering against her chest?

Was it because Asakusa Toru's scent kept permeating her nasal cavity?

Was it because Asakusa Toru's body was pressed so close to hers that his body heat was spreading over her?

Or perhaps... it was the unimaginable sense of accomplishment she felt from becoming someone's mother for the first time that made her feel a little... excited?

The real feeling of being needed by others.

This is the essence of the emotion that welled up in my heart the moment my body was embraced.

You are needed by others.

Once Sakura Airi clearly realized this, she would find that her clothes were getting slightly, almost soaked.

... Well, it's not just the clothes on the upper body.

Her lips parted slightly, her lower lip, which was stuck together, was gently bitten by her white teeth, and Sakura Airi's eyes flickered slightly.

As her body shifts from a lying position where she was being pressed down to a sitting position, the weight on her chest slightly alters her posture, causing Asakusa Toru, who was originally pressing down on her, to change his position accordingly.

Sakura Airi sat up.

Therefore, in order to continue shoving his head in, Asakusa Toru had no choice but to press it down in a half-kneeling position.

But honestly, it felt really strange.

Why not go a step further and squat down, finding another place to bury your head!

"--Ugh?!" As soon as she sat up straight, Sakura Airi suddenly bent over and instinctively hugged Asakusa Toru's head, making him bury his head even closer.

Therefore, my feelings deepened.

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An alarm went off in her mind in that instant. The already damp warmth, amplified by the heat, felt even stranger. Although the 'wind' that could penetrate through the cotton fabric was negligible, it didn't mean she was completely unaffected.

"Asakusa- chan?!" Sakura Airi exclaimed in surprise as she quickly released his head.

Even as the alarm went off, she remained mindful of her persona. "No, I can't bury my head in Mom's arms!"

"For example, if you want..." Her mind went blank for a moment.

If I can't bury her here, should I just hold her in my arms like before?

Sakura Airi's mind was in complete chaos; she felt her thoughts were no longer keeping up with what was happening.

Asakusa Toru's behavior completely exceeded her expectations, and what bewildered her even more was that, in this absurd situation, she actually began to think about how the role of 'mother' should react.

"I, I..." Her voice was barely audible, her cheeks were burning hot, and her earlobes were already flushed red and almost bleeding.

Sakura Airi's hands hovered in mid-air; for a moment, she didn't know whether to push away or embrace this 'child' who had suddenly become overly intimate.

... excessively intimate.

Is that really going too far?

She was the one who sat up, she was the one who shoved her head back down, and she was the one who scolded him... herself.

Eh...

After a careful thought, she suddenly realized that something seemed wrong... was it her, as a mother?

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!

How could this be...?

She should apologize.

One thing is clear in Sakura Airi's long-held understanding.

That means the party in the wrong needs to apologize, and even needs to make a gesture that expresses remorse.

My already chaotic mind suddenly recalled a 'joking' rumor that had started not long ago, or more accurately, around the time when the rumors about Chabashira-sensei were circulating.

'Shouldn't you show your belly when apologizing?'

Trembling, Sakura Airi gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, closed her eyes, and abruptly tugged at the hem of her dress.

"Yes, I'm sorry, it was wrong, it seems like Mom was the one who was wrong--" she said, showing her deepest 'apology'.

It is a far higher form of etiquette than 'showing one's belly'.

Well, maybe her intention was just to show her belly, but she accidentally went a little too far.

"..." Looking up at the 'perfect' scene, Asakusa Toru was somewhat stunned.

So cute! So much snow! So much snow!

He already knew that Sakura Airi was exceptionally tall when he glimpsed her from the rooftop at noon, and when he buried his head in the rooftop just now, he realized even more clearly that she was a supermodel. But now, looking at her from a different angle from below, he realized that she was even more supermodel-like!

"No no no no no--" Without hesitation, he laid Sakura Airi down again. "How could the mistake be 'Sakura Mama'?"

"I was wrong, it was me."

He did receive orders from the Great Demon King Kushida, but Asakusa Toru originally planned to proceed gradually, then over drinks, and finally, by accident, things would fall into place naturally.

In short, try to make Sakura's mother feel as involved as possible.

But just now, he changed his mind.

How could Sakura's mother be at fault?!

The one in the wrong is definitely the insolent and disobedient Asakusa Toru!

Besides, if he really had to wait for Sakura Airi to take the lead, he probably would never be able to defeat her in his lifetime.

Even if Sakura Airi hypnotized herself into becoming Sakura's mother, that's probably the limit of what she can do.

Once she realizes she's pulled her clothes too far, she should shrink back and revert from 'Sakura Mama' back to 'Sakura Airi'.

So...

"I'm going to make a mistake," Asakusa Toru Tetsu said.

"Salad--" The clothes fell with gravity, followed by the sound of them piling up.

Kushida Kikyo, who was watching from the side, stared wide-eyed, not even blinking, as if afraid of missing a single second.

Sakura's mother could even open her eyes, her body fell backward again.

Her hands were still clutching the hem of her clothes, but her body suddenly felt completely empty.

The clothes that Kushida Kikyo found for her were slightly, just a tiny bit too loose.

Lie down, liberate, make contact.

The sound of clothes fluttering to the ground repeated itself, and the 'bad kid' stretched out his 'mischievous' fingertips.

Chapter 162 Humans cannot survive alone.

As the subtle sounds began to emanate, a sense of unease quietly arose.

Squeezing, contracting, entanglement, twisting.

The already nervous girl suddenly reacted.

--She straightened her back.

Her already flushed cheeks and habitually slightly bent waist made her look like a boiled shrimp. Her bent body suddenly tensed up, and even her small hands gripping the hem of her clothes straightened slightly.

Sakura Airi: "Huh?!"

The clothes she was clutching were slightly torn. Panicked, she quickly lowered her hands and was about to get up when Asakusa Toru, who had been doing the 'mischief' in front of her, raised his head and said to her:

"Mom, you seem so nervous here."

What he said seemed like the most ordinary thing in the world, but what he did was anything but ordinary.

"Mom, you seem really nervous here too."

His right hand was down, and his left hand was also constantly moving upward, silently under the gaze of Sakura Airi, whose brain had completely shut down.

Seemingly seeing that she didn't react, the disobedient 'bad boy' began to push his luck and say even more outrageous things.

"Mommy, stick it on."

"Mom, press it."

"Mommy, hug me."

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy--"

As the words echoed, a scorching, burning sharpness, as if about to scorch, pressed against his skin.

So, in a daze, with her head spinning, with the help of another slender little hand that appeared out of nowhere, Sakura Airi raised her hand and stopped the attack.

Sharp blades flashed, and he disarmed the attackers with his bare hands!

"..."

This sharp blade, slightly, just a little bit, is hot to the touch.

Grasp it, release it, carefully, gently caress its sharp edge.

Will my fingertips get cut? Maybe.

Will blood drip down? Probably.

Will curiosity drive the timid and hesitant Sakura Airi to take the initiative?

No, it won't.

However, Kushida Kikyo's hand, which was secretly hidden in a blind spot, would...

She grabbed her hand and tried to take the blade away.

She grabbed her hand and hooked her arm around her neck.

She ripped off the straps binding her body and then spread her legs apart.

However, the moments of confusion and bewilderment will eventually end, and consciousness will eventually return to Sakura Airi's mind.

When she realizes what she's done that's gone too far, she should just back down.

Common sense drives instinct.

She won't struggle or resist, but she will want to run away.

Run away, hide, shrink away.

Until they realized they had nowhere to turn.

Or... someone might stop what they're doing and whisper that word softly and gently in her ear, which would make her lower her guard again...

"Mother."

The prelude sonata is dreamy, the middle section concerto is tense, and the coda is slow and gentle.

To be honest, for Sakura Airi, it was like a dream where she had stepped into an incredible country.

He quietly changed into gorgeous new clothes, and the aloof prince bent over, calling out to his mother, a dreamlike scent permeating his entire being.

So she soaked her pillow, and her body and consciousness experienced an extreme contradiction.

Wanting to be possessed is a rare opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime chance. If it were always the past, Sakura Airi would never have experienced such a feeling.

Wanting to escape, wanting to roll up the sheets, wanting to bury their heads, wanting to plug their ears, to return to their own little world—such rebellious behavior from mother and son will never be tolerated; societal morality and public opinion will crush them.

However, but...

Suddenly, the girl briefly regained her senses and remembered something.

She wasn't actually his mother.

Sakura Airi, unsophisticated, cowardly, and timid—someone no one would like—shouldn't have been qualified to be Sakura Airi Asakusa Toru's mother.

So, that's settled.