Stealing Spree

The introductions ended earlier than Miwa-nee, Yukari and Miyako finished cooking our dinner.

Because of that, the rest of the time was still spent talking to my parents. This time, the barrier of not knowing how to act in front of them had already crumbled. My mom sat at the head of the dinner table while my old man remained on his seat. Minoru also ran towards him after getting off Akane.

The boy called my parents Auntie and Uncle. Although it’s obvious that they know Minoru’s real relationship with them, the two take it as is and just dote on him like any other parents or grandparents to their children.

Well, at this point, he’s closer to my dad rather than to my mom. When I probed why he chose him, the boy innocently tilted his head as he answered that it’s because he’s already fed up with how many beautiful onee-sans are visiting our house.

I couldn’t refute that reasoning…

And when my mom and the girls heard that, they all looked at me accusingly. My old man proudly laughed though and he even tried to tease my mom that the boy was favoring him more than her.

As usual, he got another chilling glare from her along with the gestures that said ‘So, you’ve chosen death!’.

For the following minutes, the girls had their own discussion at the dining table wherein my mom fitted in as if she’s also at their age while the three of us remained in the living room.

While my old man doted on Minoru, he’s giving me sermons and advice while inquiring about the plans I arranged.

Although everything he said wasn’t that significant and mostly nitpicking on how na?ve my thinking was, I took note of everything.

Apart from the sermons and advice, he also began talking about their high school life wherein he only highlighted the parts of when he wooed my mom.

He was so engrossed in reminiscing about that part that Minoru eventually moved to me because he got scared by my old man’s weird expressions.

For reference, he looked like a masochist pervert who’s getting off at being looked down, stepped on and glared at by the girl he likes.

Well, he’s not really like that according to his retelling of the events of their encounters that were completely normal occurrences. For example, the first time they met each other was when he and Akane’s dad climbed to the rooftop of their high school. There, they found my mom and Aunt Akemi, munching on candy sticks while treating them like a cigarette. He even described that my mom looked like a ‘Yamato Nadeshiko’ exuding all the qualities of a Japanese beauty while Aunt Akemi looked like a part of a biker gang with her white long coat atop her uniform and black leather gloves protecting her fist.

That’s definitely an unusual pairing. Perhaps, if I ask Uncle Satoru, it will be the other way around or rather, he will describe my mom as a normal student while Aunt Akemi as a goddess he cannot take his eyes off.

Anyway… telling that story was fine but he kept on embellishing details whenever she would describe my mom and her actions so I eventually asked him to stop. Minoru was about to be totally creeped out by him. He’d probably be hurt if the boy stopped approaching him.

Really, he’s too much of a simp to my mother…

Not like I’m one to talk. I will probably do the same for all of my girls if Minoru or our future children starts asking me to tell them stories…

Just in time, after telling him to stop, Miwa-nee, Yukari and Miyako emerged from the kitchen, telling everyone that dinner’s ready.

I carried Minoru with me while my dad went to our storage room to get another table.

Well, although the girls fit on the dining table, they’re too close to each other so we definitely need another table to fit all of us. 𝑜𝑣.𝘯𝑡

When I sat down, I noticed that all of them had relaxed and cheerful expressions. Whatever they talked about with my mom, it’s probably about me…

I’m not being presumptuous right there. They all blushed as soon as I got caught in their line of sight after all. And one by one, they stood up to pinch my cheeks, even the timid Aya did it albeit weakly as she couldn’t bear to hurt me.

After I endured that, I passed Minoru back to Akane before helping the three in the kitchen to serve the dinner on the table.

Naturally, while I was there, I thanked them for it, approaching them with the intention to hug and kiss them. Yukari was overjoyed by it. Miyako appeared annoyed, telling me to focus on what I came to do but she accepted it nonetheless. And Miwa-nee scolded me again, telling me to act properly and save my ‘thank you’ later in her room…

She even purposely let the two girls hear it.

Like she declared, my lovely aunt was now also actively competing for my attention.

With the introduction out of the way, the dinner went a bit lively when my mom would occasionally open up something to giggle about. In less than a day, my girls got closer to her and it’s not even in the sense of a ‘mother-in-law’ but a friend to gossip with when it comes to topics related to me.

During all those, I kept my mouth shut as I listened to my girls laughing and giggling. Whenever they would turn to me to pull me into their conversation, I naturally welcomed it. My dad tried to join in as well, however, he was always being shot down by my mom before he could establish his presence.

Akane was the one supplementing my mom’s stories while the other girls would also tell something they remembered about when I was sticking by their side or how I was at the classroom through Eimi. Naturally, those from my school had fewer things to talk about so they remained listeners. Nami and Satsuki would sometimes butt in as they took the chances to tease me while Aya, Hina and Saki would come to my rescue.

There were also times when Elizabeth would infect everyone with her fantasy setting, giving the other girls their own titles.

As for what she settled on… it’s better to be left unsaid or I might receive the same treatment as what my old man acquired from my mom.

“Thank you for having us tonight, mother, father.”

All of my girls except Akane and Miwa-nee said that one by one although in different variations as we gathered right at the front door.

It’s time for them to go home. And as usual, I was already set on walking them at least to the bus stop and train station.

Our night somehow ended peacefully. However, I’m aware that my parents held back a lot of their questions, especially my father. Perhaps they decided against it in the end or it wasn’t the time yet.

“This isn’t the last time we’re seeing each other. Take care of yourselves. And don’t hesitate to tell me if this boy ever hurt you. I will be on your side.” My mom giggled as she sent them off with a satisfied smile on her lips.

In a way, introducing them to my parents could be considered a success.. They even got rather familiar with my mom more than I thought it would.