Chapter 142 – My Son Can’t Be That Naughty (3).
Episode 141, My son can’t be that naughty (3).
Whether it was her mother who kept her words out of her mouth, or Midori, it was because she was caught stroking her butt, Ryu could clearly see that she was taken aback.
“A mother, haha…A girlfriend.”
Midori covered Ryu’s mouth with one hand and whispered in Ryu’s ear as she looked around her. Elderly people secretly glancing at them with expressions like ‘It’s a good time, it’s a good time’.
Midori’s face turned red in an instant.
“Ah, that…It’s not partly like that, Midori.”
She could feel Ryu’s cheek brush against her cheek as she whispered into Ryu’s ear. Along with her tickling pleasure, even the hairs on her cheeks stand up.
“Uh, Midori kept asking her to stroke her in her sleep, but the elders kept pushing her for not patting her girlfriend while she was sleeping. Sorry.”
Moist air from her mouth flows into her ears.
Midori’s neck, which clearly showed the tendons of her jawline and neck, moved at her tension.
‘I said I did it in my sleep?’
Midori, who dreams of entering Ryu’s room and shaking her waist whenever she sleeps these days, had faith in Ryu’s words.
“But a little more, be careful. It’s not just the two of us here…”
Midori, who had even her ears reddened, struggled to avoid Ryu’s mouth sticking to her ears, jumped up from her seat, and brushed the crumpled hips of her dress with her hand to tidy it up.
‘It’s wet.’
She came out wet on her hands. Excusing that the bite on her hand was nervous because people’s eyes were on her, Midori turned her head around to escape the embarrassment.
‘I must be careful, right?’
The most secluded spot.
Seeing Aori in her wheelchair, Midori became her mother and her butt was touched a little, and the buttocks of her dress got wet.
Midori ran with her gun-gazing, covering her wet ass with her hands that couldn’t even cover her wet buttocks.
In fact, there was one more place to cover her ass that was useless.
The wooden chair Midori was sitting on.
The grain of the wood, from her mounds to the creases of her hips, as if stamped with a stamp.
“Big… Big…”
Thanks to everyone’s eyes on her ass, Ryu, who noticed her belatedly, made an uncomfortable sound and only put her ass on top of her pussy to cover it.
*
For some reason, the people who shouldn’t have come to this ceremony seem to have been pushed into the corner and out of sight.
‘Aori looks very sick…’
As Midori sat in her wheelchair, she felt a visceral reluctance as she looked at her aori with her eyes like the fish on ice you see at a fish market.
Feeling the emptiness in her eyes as she couldn’t see anything, Midori gave up trying to talk to her and leaned her back against the wall.
‘I heard that Aori became like that after Keiji’s work, but somehow she got to that point…’
– It happened?
Midori asked herself inwardly. Although she was young enough to be called a student, Midori’s head seemed foggy.
Most of her memories with Aori are from her childhood, until she graduated from school. She seems to have suddenly drifted away from her at some point, but the reason was her that she couldn’t remember at all.
Though hazy, she only vaguely remembered the last time she saw Aori at the obstetrics and gynecology clinic.
‘Well, it’s been 20 years, but what?’
Thinking it was natural that she couldn’t remember well, Midori looked at the monk who was slowly finishing his turn.
Plenty of white chrysanthemums in front of the portrait and Ryu bowing politely to the villagers returning home.
It must have been difficult, but it was Midori who could only admire her undisturbed figure.
He was really a dependable and upright kid.
I want to resemble her, but I don’t resemble her careless woman who falls asleep while holding her ancestral rites.
So, does she look like her dad?
When she thought of Cage as a child and his shoulders that were always drooping, she didn’t think that either.
Glancing-
‘Ah, again…’
Her eyes met.
Midori, who had spent all her time with her son, said to herself that she was the one who knew her own child best in her world.
The son Midori knew was not at all friendly. He has a dull and blunt personality, similar to the men in the past who used to weigh in on a daily basis.
‘Sometimes he tried to attract attention, but he didn’t give it even once.’
Midori, who has the sentence stuck in her head that once she has given birth to a child, she must of course be a good parent.
It was because of that sentence in her head that she had been fooling around and repeating her love for Ryu.
If she didn’t play a joke that crossed the line, she wouldn’t have a chance to mix her words with that blunt, home-bound Ryu who only studies.
‘Because it’s only natural that there are etiquettes that must be respected as a man and woman, even between parents and children.’
Nodding her head alone, Midori removed her hands, which were still gathered on her tickling belly, and rubbed her index fingers together to control her heart.
She might feel sexual desire for her son, but it was natural that she had to hold it in because she was her parent’s child.
Reflecting on that, she pressed her thick thighs as tight as possible, subtly leaned against the wall, and pressed the clitoris hidden between the flesh of her pussy with the meat of her thighs, trying to stop her masturbating.
What kind of lower grade boys and girls. Midori, who likes each other but doesn’t know what to do, looks into Ryu and her eyes as if they are glancing at each other.
The elderly residents of the village, who said it was nice to see the two of them, were on their way home, showing that they were uncomfortable.
Despite the guide telling us to eat and go, the elderly said that home-cooked food is the best and thanked them from the bottom of their hearts.
Looking at Ryu who was delivering her gift, she thought it was fortunate. She didn’t know that this much she would come. She was Midori, who had prepared the food in moderation.
“Hey, if you’re hungry, would you like to eat?”
Midori called out to the sky-blue haired woman who was standing in the back of her wheelchair, as if it was difficult to stay still.
“A nurse?”
Midori glanced around to see where the nurse was looking so blankly.
A nurse looking at her son as expected.
She was almost nervous about her prospective daughter-in-law, but was relieved that her womanly eyes were different from the typical good-looking looks she was known for.
“Ah, yes… I need to eat.”
Raising her wrist, the woman who saw the time reached into the bosom of her black-and-white soft cotton dress and pulled out her medicine.
“It’s time for the patient to take his medicine, and please call me an assistant or a caregiver, not a nurse.”
“Aha, yes. Then what is your name?”
“It’s Isha.”
“I am Midori.”
Midori seemed to feel a familiar warmth in Isha’s hand as she shook her hand.
‘Have you seen it before?’
Midori and Isha head to the kitchen where the table is set and talk about this and that. Midori made her way to the kitchen in a relaxed atmosphere, not knowing how she got there.
“Ah, look at my spirit, Ryu! You should eat now too. Come quickly-!”
“I’ll just clean up a little and go.”
To get her ready to eat, Midori rolls up her sleeves and sets her table, and Isha helps her.
A kitchen full of three women.
No one noticed Aori wriggling, gripping the handle of her wheelchair.
“Ryu…”
*
She was worried about food because she was thinking of Korean-style ancestral rites without fail, but fortunately, the number of religions, like the world built on that country, is in the thousands.
It seemed that each family had a slightly different way of holding the ancestral rites.
‘I was fortunate enough to be able to share the skin packs her mother brought with her.’
No matter how small the village is, they came like this, but it was a bit like sending them away empty-handed.
She must have finished tidying up roughly, and since Midori said she was going to cook for her, she seemed to have to go quickly.
‘My mother seems to be thinking strangely.’
Perhaps when Midori lost her mind or fell asleep, a pink slut took control of her Midori’s body and came out.
Of course, when there is a lot of snow in the house, a pink slut pops out and throws it away. She rubbed her cheeks against my thighs like a bitch, half-threatening to stroke her ass.
In addition, even the elderly who secretly watched.
The elders around me didn’t even know how the current generation did it, but it seemed that the two of us were vicariously satisfied with what they couldn’t do when we were younger.
Then, suddenly, her mother woke up.
Since then, her mother’s hair has been constantly checked for pink streaks.
The problem was what kind of kimchi soup Midori drank in my monitoring system, and twisted her body like a squid being bent over a fire.
At this rate, it was clear that she would have obstacles to surveillance.
What should I do with that a pink slut…
‘Is it correct to see that as multiple personality disorder (dissociative personality disorder)?’
Treating a pink slut harshly will end up hurting Midori. It would be convenient if it was just something that could be handled with power like the villains of Uptomi.
I don’t know what to do with this one either.
‘I’m not even a psychiatrist.’
As I walked while thinking about this and that, I found myself in the kitchen room before I knew it. Midori, who was sitting in her chair and eating, saw me and awkwardly pulled the corners of her mouth and pulled the chair next to her.
“Ryu, sit here. Did you suffer a lot?”
“Suffering. Midori suffered more.”
In fact, Midori suffered more, I have the physicality of a human being, but Midori is just ordinary-.
‘Are housewives who look like teenagers, or in fact really look that young, normal?’
Anyway, physically, he was an ordinary person.
Even if she continued to sleep in an uncomfortable position, it was clear that the fatigue would not be easily relieved. Midori’s eyes were still bloodshot.
“This is-?”
“Ah, look at my mind. Ryu, this is the person who takes care of your aunt.”
We nodded awkwardly to each other.
I naturally greeted my aunt who was sitting next to me, but-.
Aori just mechanically scooped out the food and put it in her mouth.
‘So, is that person your aunt’s doctor?’
If that woman were a doctor, she wondered if she could ask Midori for her advice about her condition now, and figured out the clothes she was wearing or the habits she had.
“So, you woke up this morning and suddenly your whole body aches? What caught my eye there? How hot it was see here? Your eyes are still bloodshot.”
“Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to be conjunctivitis. Are you tired? I feel like I’m still sleeping.”
‘Looks like he’s a doctor from what he’s talking about.’
You can’t just ask someone you’ve never met for the first time what a job is like. I just took a step back from Midori and her girls talk and looked at them.
I had trouble concentrating while talking, and since this is a world modeled after that Japan, my chopsticks weren’t perfect.
As Midori groaned after catching a fish, I applied the bone to her rice bowl.
The white flesh of the fish, the moment it crumbled on the rice, the bustling table became quiet.
“That, Ryu… Because I can do this myself.”
Midoriwa is blushing for some reason.
Took-
The flesh of a white fish casually placed on my rice bowl.
‘What?’
This awkwardness.
A corner of my heart feels bad,
It felt like something was going wrong.
