Chapter 492

"Now, help me untie this."

Volume Four Does This Count as a Magical Girl??: Chapter 15 Honey and Viper

In Kazama Kiriori's heart, Haihara has always been someone she respects and cherishes.

How should I put it? It's somewhat sacred.

Occasionally, she would have strange fantasies, such as wondering what kind of woman her mother would be in that area, thoughts that she found extremely shameful.

At times like these, she usually manages to quickly suppress her fantasies.

But from now on, she no longer needs to restrain herself.

Because she has already witnessed it.

She never expected it to be like this...

"..."

Nighttime, in their home, in the living room.

When there are no lights, people become a little bolder, and that feeling of immorality and shame seems to be washed away somewhat.

When that woman touched and caressed her in a very gentle way, Kazama Kiriori felt like a computer that was overheating and malfunctioning, and even the fan blowing very loudly couldn't solve the various lags.

The darkness, where nothing can be discerned, is obscuring human shame and creating distance between people.

She tried to remain silent, letting the heat touch her skin; the sensation was like the bones beneath her skin were itching.

But the woman before her used her maternal privilege to signal that she should remain quiet and obediently endure it.

Kazama Kiriori felt this was going too far.

"... Um."

She covered her mouth, trying to distract herself.

But no matter how her gaze shifted, she still wanted to see the woman's ambiguous state at that moment.

The woman who had taken off her adult suit and was only wearing a white shirt with all the buttons undone.

She could see the woman's ribs; her slender waist looked not only supple, but looking up, she could also see something heavy, outlined and wrapped in black lace.

Even in this terrible state, you could still see the woman's cold face.

Her face is just like when she's cooking, teaching, or buying clothes.

Focused, indifferent.

Thinking about what the woman was doing to her, Kazama Kiriori felt a shameful sense of being cared for like a child having his diapers changed, but she couldn't bring herself to ask the woman to stop.

Kazama Kiriori suddenly felt a strong urge to touch Haihara's face.

She reached out, feeling the touch of the woman's hand on her lower body, and stroked the woman's face with her own hand, wanting to touch the other woman's hair and face.

But what she saw was that the woman very obediently rubbed her hand against hers.

"Mother?"

Kazama Kiriori felt her palms itching to get closer to the elixir.

"I am here."

Haihara replied in a clear, crisp voice. She didn't look at Kazama Kiriori, but simply picked up the girl's hand and examined it.

Her dark, indifferent pupils stared at the girl's hand for a moment, then she slightly opened her mouth, made no sound, and gently bit the girl's slenderest finger.

After that, the bite went deeper and deeper.

The woman bit very gently, Kazama Kiriori could feel her warm, moist tongue slowly caressing her cool fingertips and knuckles.

Kazama Kiriori lowered her head and said nothing, but her breathing became heavier and heavier without her realizing it.

"Ha ha..."

Even she herself didn't realize that her breathing would be so chaotic and uncontrollable.

She adjusted her breathing, trying to look away.

However, compared to these things, she was now finding it hard to restrain herself; simply having to endure it was too unbearable.

Thinking of this, Kazama Kiriori leaned forward, pressing her own heartbeat close to Haihara's.

Although she and her mother had had many intimate interactions before, this was the first time she had dared to do something like this.

Then, she kissed Haihara.

Kazama Kiriori first kissed Haihara's ear, and then, like a puppy, gently licked Haihara's lips.

When Haihara realized what was happening, this adult, who was so used to kissing, naturally began teaching his daughter more advanced kissing techniques.

Actions speak louder than words.

In terms of teaching others through physical intimacy, Haihara a very good teacher, and a very popular one at that.

During the kiss, something seemed to suddenly happen to Kazama Kiriori.

"..."

Kazama Kiriori blinked her lowered eyelids.

Her body seemed to go limp all at once, her cheeks flushed as she leaned against Haihara's shoulder, trying to cover her face with the woman's slender shoulder.

So, what suddenly happened?

Haihara calmly embraced her daughter, offering no explanation, but simply raised the hand she had just used to "care for" her daughter and glanced at it:

"Yes, the first time tonight."

"Well done, very good, praise!"

She praised her like a baby who cooperated well during a shot or something.

Haihara never expected that her first time doing this kind of thing with her daughter would go so smoothly.

And... her clothes seemed to get dirty faster than she expected; she should have taken them off more thoroughly.

I never expected my first time to be like this... um.

She looked at her hand, which had already spread out its long, beautiful fingers, and at her hand, which was still translucent and moist in the dim light. She didn't know whether she should feel guilty or accomplished.

In short, Haihara's face showed no expression other than curiosity when she did this.

She blinked, then turned back.

Open your mouth.

Haihara casually said something to Kazama Kiriori.

Kazama Kiriori instinctively obeyed, her mouth slightly open.

Then she saw the woman's teasing hand, which was covered in marks that made her face flush, like the awful feeling of wetting the bed as a child.

The woman before him said innocently and calmly:

"Ah?"

That was the sound of coaxing a child to eat.

Kazama Kiriori felt like she could almost see her mother's mischievous smile.

She couldn't help but gently punch Haihara's shoulder.

Of course, Haihara wouldn't do something like this the first time.

She herself resisted this kind of thing most of the time.

Did what I did make you feel better?

More than anything else, Haihara now longs for praise from her obedient daughter.

She's really hardworking.

Kazama Kiriori only let out a soft, indistinct hum, almost like a spoiled kitten.

It seems you don't want to answer.

She leaned close to Kazama Kiriori's ear:

"So, do you want to continue tonight? If you don't want to, let's stop here for now."

"... I want it again."

"Hmm? One more time?"

As Haihara asked the question, she bit Kazama Kiriori 'Kazama Kiriori ear, stimulating and tormenting her rationality.

Once?

Of course not.

"I... want... many more times."

Kazama Kiriori doesn't know why, but not long ago she was confident that she could act like an adult and be Haihara's lover, but now she has become someone who can be played with and manipulated by Haihara.

It was entirely Haihara's one-sided "care" and "tutoring".

Haihara has always been a very generous mother.

Since it's what dear Kiriori wants, she will definitely exceed her expectations.

Tonight, there will be a second, a third...

That depends on how she explores Kazama Kiriori's potential tonight.

This was the first time Haihara had ever seen her home in such a mess.

To be honest, she felt no guilt whatsoever.

However, she's now thinking that she needs to take a shower afterward to clean up the traces of her crime.

Is she committing a crime now?

Well, at least she's still wearing her clothes properly; she hasn't taken off anything she shouldn't have.

In the sticky, cloying feeling that was both annoying and exciting, Kazama Kiriori leaned in once again and shared a long kiss with her. In fact, Haihara herself was also completely mesmerized by the kiss.

She really has to admit it.

I like Kazama Kiriori

Just like Kazama Kiriori likes herself.

Every kiss and closer contact makes Haihara yearn to go further and deeper, but a certain rationality, perhaps no longer necessary, prevents her from taking the most irreversible step.

But for most people, whether or not they take this step seems to make no difference.

At least when Kazama Kiriori tried to untie Haihara's clothes, she didn't succeed.

But she also felt that one kiss, two kisses... or even more, were not enough to express the love that had been building up for who knows how long.

Haihara herself was even starting to feel uncomfortable from enduring it.

As the two of them felt a little tired and lay down on the sofa, which wasn't too crowded, Haihara seemed to be thinking about something. She stared at Kazama Kiriori's beautiful yet unsettling face.

My own daughter seems to be a particularly gentle, well-behaved, and popular little dog.

Always present yourself with an endearing and loyal face.

At this moment, Haihara remembered what the two of them had said earlier.

It means that if the two of them weren't meant to be, they probably wouldn't have become two people who liked each other.

"Kiriori."

"Um?"

"I never feel safe, no matter what."

The woman calmly stated what she considered perfectly reasonable.

"So you absolutely cannot leave me, making me feel like you've betrayed me."

At times like these, she acts like the most willful child.