Chapter 191
Are you rubbing your chest against me?
"Yes."
She still only received a bland reply from the woman.
The Takanashi away and turned its head.
Don't you think that's strange?
At this moment, Haihara was wrapping his arms around her shoulders and neck from behind. Because he was much taller than her, Takanashi could easily rest his head on the woman's chest if he lay down a little lazily.
She could then turn her head and rub her face against that soft spot.
Because it's at home, women are still wearing very thin clothing down there.
But this shameless mother remained expressionless, one arm around Takanashi, the other gently resting on her chest, as if wanting Takanashi to see more clearly:
"Do you want to touch it? Or do you want to bury your face in it?"
This woman always says things that Takanashi would never have imagined, and she never seems nervous.
Upon hearing Takanashi leaned forward slightly, looking at the chest of the person she was sitting in from a distance.
Because Haihara was wearing that very loose, off-the-shoulder wool sweater at home, a beautiful cleavage could be seen.
No wonder so many people say this place is romantic.
Even Takanashi are not immune to this custom.
Her face is small.
The woman has large breasts.
What a coincidence!
She could probably bury her whole face in it.
However, after thinking all this, Takanashi simply raised her head with a cold expression:
Do you think I would do that?
"Probably."
There was no light in Haihara's eyes, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
Such a reaction always leaves people with a subtle sense of unease.
In the end, the woman was right.
Takanashi sat expressionlessly on the woman's lap, then placed his two thin legs on the sofa, turned around, and buried his face in the woman's chest.
His face was undoubtedly sunken in.
She had never imagined before that she would find the phrase "fragrant" in a woman.
It feels amazing to the touch.
"..."
After they leaned against each other like that, Haihara stroked her head and then gently pulled Takanashi's head a little closer to her.
Every little bit closer she moves to this side represents a bit more belated maternal love.
However, Haihara felt that Takanashi really resembled her.
How can this child be so expressionless on one hand, and so lecherous on the other?
Even with her face buried in it, her hands never stopped.
After that, it stuck its face out and curiously explored with its hands.
It seemed to be marveling at how soft it was.
Why is it so soft?
Takanashi looked at his hand, curiously pinching it while uttering a nonchalant sigh.
She said it.
After that, Haihara became Takanashi's toy or a soft cushion.
Aside from such close contact, they mainly watch movies.
To avoid letting her mind be filled only with longing for motherhood, Takanashi turned back to watch the movie playing on TV.
The protagonist of the movie is a bird boy.
It means exactly what it says.
The other inhabitants of the island are pigs, rats, or other flightless animals.
Only the protagonist is a bird with wings.
However, the protagonist cannot fly.
It tried to fly every day, but fell from the tree time and time again.
The other animal residents viewed the winged bird child as a demon, because only it might one day learn to flap its wings and leave that desolate island filled with smog and despair.
The atmosphere throughout the movie was very oppressive.
Takanashi isn't annoying.
As she looked at it intently, a thought suddenly occurred to her.
The woman next to me is really strange.
Even with a blank expression and a cold attitude, Takanashi still felt like he was being nurtured by maternal love.
The quiet time passed by, second by second.
Takanashi gradually became immersed in this animated film.
A demon dwells in the shadow of the bird child.
It was a large, evil black bird that seemed to hate everything and wanted to eat the bird child, so the bird child was always afraid of it.
In the end, when the bird boy's friends prepared to escape the island in an inflatable duck toy boat, the crazed residents of the island's garbage dump prepared to kill them.
The bird child transformed into the monster within that black shadow.
It spewed flames while flapping its enormous black wings, burning the island's garbage heaps with fire.
The demon in the shadows, in the end, protected the bird child, becoming the Feather Wing that allowed it to fly.
The ending in the movie was terrible.
The bird-child died from a gunshot wound, never managing to fly away from that filthy, dark, isolated island.
Perhaps in the end, no one will be able to leave that place.
Even if a sliver of hope remained, the bird child was already dead.
Just like the R'lyeh's Fairy Tale Takanashi when he was a child.
"I said, 'The movie's over, want to watch the next one?'"
Takanashi remembered this movie, which she actually quite liked.
She's looking forward to seeing a different style in her next film.
The woman simply shook her head.
She raised her hand and touched her hair, or more precisely, the very last strand of her long hair, as if trying to draw the attention of Takanashi to that spot.
The Takanashi over and looked over.
Then she heard Haihara say to her:
"Now, give me a haircut."
Haihara gave another strange order.
Takanashi didn't answer immediately, but instead glanced at the woman's hair.
Normally, this woman would tie her hair up, sometimes in braids, and occasionally let it hang down her shoulders, giving her a mature and capable air befitting a teacher.
Although it's black hair that you can see everywhere, the strands are fine and soft, so it looks very thick.
How should I put it? It's very similar to my own hair texture.
But, getting a haircut?
What's so special about that?
Takanashi didn't know if this was a spur-of-the-moment Haihara, or if she had planned to do it all along.
If you're getting a haircut, it's definitely better to go to a hair salon.
She has never cut anyone else's hair, although she usually cuts her own.
Even now, she still has waist-length hair, thick and long, all because she's too lazy to take care of it.
So you really can't expect her to cut other people's hair.
But while Takanashi was trying to figure out how to refuse, Haihara had already taken out scissors, a comb, and a cloth laid on the ground, as if she had been prepared all along.
Don't blame me if you mess it up.
"Then cut it properly."
Her mother is quite willful.
Takanashi always obeys her sugar mommy's orders, no matter how strange the request.
Soon after, Haihara sat in front of the mirror on the dressing table, looking at herself with Takanashi standing behind her.
What kind of haircut?
Haihara thought for a moment:
"Short hair, above the neck and below the ears."
"It's too short."
Haihara's hair is only shoulder-length now, so the amount of work involved isn't too great, but if it were above the neck, it would indeed be too short for a woman.
Although it doesn't necessarily mean it's unsuitable.
Seeing that the woman didn't respond, Takanashi had no choice but to pick up the scissors and comb and carefully start cutting her hair.
The barber might chat with the customer?
But that applies to skilled people.
For Takanashi, this would only make her nervous, worried that she might accidentally cut too much.
"From now on, I'll request your services once a week."
But Haihara paid no attention to Takanashi, the barber, and continued talking to herself.
"Huh? What's that?"
Does calling her once a week mean that mothers like her should live like this?
Takanashi tried to guess what Haihara meant.
She really couldn't understand why Haihara would suddenly say something like that.
Furthermore, if he requests her every week, what will happen to the other high school girls that Haihara used to frequently date?
He hadn't been looking for her for a while.
However, she felt that Haihara probably wouldn't explain it to her; she was just telling her about it.
"That means we have to meet every weekend."
Takanashi's haircutting speed slowed down a little without her realizing it, because she needed to concentrate on listening to what Haihara was saying.
The scissors paused for a moment.
She gazed at the woman's pale neck, now exposed and no longer covered by hair:
"I see."
Not long after, Takanashi continued cutting hair, and before she knew it, the length had reached the length Haihara had requested.