"Here you go, sweetheart! Open up!"
My stepmother, seated beside me, scoops a spoonful of soft cream from the towering mountain at the center of our extra-large fruit parfait and brings it to my lips.
"Open up."
This feels kind of like I'm being spoon-fed by a nurse, I think, desperately trying to suppress the rising embarrassment with these unnecessary thoughts as I savor the sweetness forced into my mouth.
The trendy café at 3 PM is a nest of young couples.
It's a complete contrast from the ramen shop we just left.
The atmosphere at that ramen shop, crowded with burly guys, was surprisingly calming.
"How is it? Is it delicious?"
I'm a little overwhelmed by Minori-san's eagerness to act so affectionate in public. Whether she knows it or not, my stepmother grins widely, feeding me spoonful after spoonful as I open my mouth like a baby chick.
The stares from the couples around us were excruciating. What made it even worse was that they weren't looks of disdain, but positive ones—like "Awww, how sweet," or "I'm so jealous." It made me feel even more uncomfortable.
I've always hated being the center of attention.
"Mmm, it's delicious," I mumbled, struggling to speak around the mouthful of food.
The parfait was undeniably delicious. Piled high with fresh fruit, the homemade soft cream was rich yet not overly sweet. In my mouth, strawberries, kiwi, berries, and soft cream blended harmoniously, making me feel utterly indulgent.
Incidentally, the price of the parfait was equally indulgent: 3,000 yen for one. Even though it was meant to be shared among multiple people, it was still expensive.
"Enjoy it all," my stepmother said, still pressed against me. She loaded another spoonful and raised it to my lips.
Unfortunately, I had to leave the entire cost of today's date up to her. It's all because I haven't been working my part-time job...
"Minori-san, aren't you going to eat?"
There are two spoons, so we could have eaten together.
"Mm, you're right. I should probably start eating soon. Then..."
My stepmother gazed at me, slowly parting her sensual lips.
"Open up, darling♡"
Just as I thought. This is how it goes.
I feel embarrassed. Everyone's watching me—especially the intense, masculine gazes fixed on Minori-san's ample, ripe "fruits."
"Here you go."
I hastily scooped up the soft-serve ice cream and plunged the spoon toward her mouth.
Then, her long tongue meticulously licked the spoon clean. The movement was almost fellatio-like.
The memory of my stepmother's vigorous tongue wrapped around my glans, the pleasure of that past encounter, flashed back unbidden.
A bulge was slowly forming in my jeans.
"Ah-ha♡ Yosuke-san's white, sticky thing is delicious♡"
She whispered the most obscene words into my ear.
Hmm, this is dangerous. Dating this person is turning out to be much wilder than I imagined.
My stepmother was emitting such potent, lewd pheromones that the couples at nearby tables were gradually becoming more and more intimate. Even erotic moods are contagious, huh...
Anyway, the best course of action in this situation was to devour the extra-large parfait as quickly as possible and get out of there.
"The soft serve will melt, so let's eat a bit faster from now on," I said, plunging my spoon into the parfait first.
*****
"Huh? It's already this late?!"
My stepmother looked at her watch and exclaimed in surprise.
Enjoyable times always seem to fly by.
It's now 4
*****
in the afternoon.
*****
The sun hasn't even begun to set yet, but normally Minori-san would be starting dinner preparations by now.
With a stomach full of rich, pork-bone ramen and a jumbo-sized parfait, I'm not remotely hungry.
In fact, I feel like I need to burn off all these calories somehow.
"What should we do next?" my stepmother asks casually, revealing something rather shocking. "I've never really gone on a proper date before, so I don't know what normal couples do for fun. With all the guys I've dated in the past, we usually just went straight to a hotel."
Well, that explains it. With her looks, figure, and insatiable appetite for sex, I can see why.
"A hotel...? There's no need to pay for that when we can do it anytime at home."
"Right, you're right. Oh, does that mean you're starting to feel it, Yosuke-san?"
"A little, yeah."
That's an understatement. It's not just a little—I'm getting pretty worked up.
"Actually, me too!"
The stepmother's clinginess was growing more intense by the minute.
She couldn't settle for just pressing her chest against me anymore. She started subtly rubbing her thighs and hips against me, her burning eyes betraying her arousal as she stared at me.
We were practically engaging in foreplay right out in the open.
No, this whole date was just an appetizer and warm-up.
As we flirted in public, our shared goal gradually crystallized:
That goal, of course, was sex.
"But why settle for ordinary when we could mix things up a bit?"
My stepmother anticipated my thoughts and struck first.
Her mind works so much like mine. A married woman who can keep up with a healthy high school boy in erotic fantasies? She's truly irresistible.
"Figures. I was just considering various 'candidates' myself."
"Karaoke rooms are the classic places where cash-strapped students get up to no good."
Karaoke, huh? I've heard even the private rooms are equipped with surveillance cameras, but student couples probably ignore them and get all lovey-dovey in there—some of them even bold enough to have sex.
It's the perfect place for thrilling games of "will we get caught or not?"
But if I had to choose...
"Shall we go to a manga cafe?"
That option sounds better.
*****
In recent years, more and more manga cafes have started offering completely enclosed booths with walls that reach all the way to the ceiling, ensuring complete privacy. These sealed spaces are far more secure than karaoke rooms, making them practically usable like cheap business hotels.
But that's not what I was aiming for—a standard flat booth. It's just divided from the others by a flimsy partition, so sound leaks through like a sieve.
After confirming that the seats on both sides were empty, Minori-san and I entered the paired flat booth. Even then, the flimsy soundproofing allowed even the faintest rustle of fabric to leak through. We leaned in close, grinning at each other.
"Nervous?"
"Yes."
But we were both bursting with eagerness.
The moment we slipped off our shoes and stepped into the private room, my stepmother threw her arms around me and reached down toward my lower body.
"So hard..." she whispered.
Even that whisper seemed likely to carry to the neighboring booth if anyone entered.
"Hey, Yosuke-san..."
Minori-san undid two buttons of her blouse, revealing her chest clad in a passionate red bra.
The intense feminine scent made my groin ache uncontrollably.
"I can't wait to lick you anymore, darling♡ Can I give you a blowjob?" My stepmother asked, her voice strained with impatience, likely reaching her limit of restraint.
Of course, my answer was "YES." I nodded, granting her permission.
"Ah♡"
Her eyes glazed over as Minori-san lunged forward, latching onto my lips.
Still kissing, she undid my belt with one hand, then pulled down my jeans and underwear to my knees.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the private room.
As we kissed, my stepmother's right hand moved to my penis.
Our breathing was rough, but we couldn't afford to make any loud noises.
"Haa♡ Haa♡"
Her breath, hot and intoxicating, brushed against my face, driving me mad.
My stepmother's head moved lower, between my legs—
Squelch♡
"...!"
A warm, slick sensation enveloped my penis.