The next day—Saturday. Clear skies, not a cloud in sight.
Su Ze pushed open the Kurashiki gate, yawned, and ambled the hundred meters to the Yamashita house. A minute's stroll.
Halfway there, he ran into Fukayama Haruka.
Same destination, it seemed.
"Su Ze-kun, fancy meeting you again. Heading to Miyuki's?" Haruka paused, hand over her mouth in a soft laugh.
Today she wore simple chic—jeans hugging her round, perky rear, hips swaying with every step like a metronome of temptation. No wonder her foster son was obsessed.
"Yep." Su Ze let his gaze linger, unapologetic.
Haruka was the cute kind of mom—baby-faced, almost doll-like.
[Haruka's Delight +43]
"You're over there every morning, aren't you? You and Miyuki must be close." She winked, playful.
"Heh. Aunt Miyuki makes me breakfast." He shrugged, then added casually, "You heading there too?"
"I was… but not anymore." Haruka's smile turned knowing.
"Meaning?"
"I came looking for you. Mission accomplished."
Su Ze's mind clicked. "Need a favor?"
Good manners bred goodwill—and Desire Points. Plus, it was just who he was. The War Demon bloodline amplified his buried arrogance; it never rewrote his core.
"Sharp as ever." Haruka glanced around, confirmed privacy, then leaned in, voice a conspiratorial hush.
Su Ze listened. His brows shot up.
He'd planned to cripple her two sex-pest foster sons today. Instead, she handed him the script.
"So, Aunt Haruka… you want me to pretend to be your affair partner? This'll work?" He switched to the intimate honorific, testing.
Haruka exhaled—relieved he hadn't exploded. She bowed deep. "Please, Su Ze-kun."
She'd enabled Ueki Kōsuke too long. Even knowing she was married, he kept confessing. Her fault for not shutting it down sooner.
Solution: taint her saintly image in his eyes. Once she was "sullied," the obsession would die.
Why Su Ze? A student—malleable, discreet. Adults came with baggage.
He still hesitated. Haruka's eyes shimmered, pitiful. "Don't tell me you're grossed out by an old lady like me~"
She's desperate. That boy had her cornered.
Su Ze flashed a sunny grin. "Happy to help."
Haruka's shoulders loosened. Another bow. "Thank you. One hour from now—he'll be home doing homework."
"Done."
He watched her retreat, then slipped into Aunt Miyuki's.
Company today: Mizujun Saori, Miyuki's actual best friend, neighborhood local. Saori had come for tips—Miyuki's son's grades had skyrocketed. Catching sight of Su Ze, she mumbled excuses and bolted.
"That Mizujun lady seemed scared of me." Su Ze stirred the noodles, vigilant against mush.
"Nonsense. We were gossiping—private stuff." Miyuki knelt before him, mouth busy, words muffled.
"Ah." A grunt. He gripped her head, hips snapping.
Miyuki relaxed her throat—spillage was amateur hour.
Moments later she rose, wiped her lips with a tissue, and hugged him tight, face glowing.
They lingered. Noodles finished cooking.
Breakfast for three. Son to his room for homework. Su Ze and Miyuki "toured" the sofa, balcony, front door. She wasn't wild about kinky venues, but if Su Ze wanted? She'd never say no.
Nine o'clock. Su Ze arrived at the Fukayama house, right on cue.
"Ara, Su Ze-kun!" Haruka flung the door wide, voice deliberately loud.
He smirked, stepped inside.
A cute girl brushed past.
"Mom, my friend invited me out—" She froze, spun, stared. "Mom, who is this?!"
Too handsome. What teenage girl could resist?
"Su Ze-kun, Toyoshi's friend… Mom and I have things to discuss. Go play." Haruka rubbed her temple.
Hinata's eyes—90% her mother's—flickered with conflict. She bit her lip. "Changed my mind…"
Then she met Su Ze's gaze and faltered. "I'll be back tonight. No dinner for me!"
She bolted.
Outside, Hinata's heart raced. Oh no. I'm in love. Must get his contact from Mom tonight!
"My daughter Hinata—total airhead," Haruka chuckled.
"The scent of youth." Su Ze grinned.
"You talk like an old man." Haruka rolled her eyes, fond.
A sharp voice cut from the stairs.
"Haruka-san, who is he?!" Ueki Kōsuke glared, fury dancing in his pupils.
Too close. And she'd dolled up after breakfast—for this guy?!
[Kōsuke's Rage +120]
"Kōsuke! Don't speak to your Su Ze-nii like that!" Haruka snapped, brows knitting.
He flinched, rooted.
"Room. Homework. Not done? Grounded."
"Y-yes, ma'am."
He slunk off.
Haruka exhaled, embarrassed. "Sorry you had to see that."
Su Ze studied her adorably stern face. "Didn't know Aunt Haruka had a drill-sergeant mode."
Cheeks pink. "Shut up… let's begin."
Her small hand took his, leading upstairs.
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