"Well, I guess it's time for my date with Mafuyu-nee then?" Makoto winked, grasping Mafuyu's hand. "We will try to be back in time for dinner."
"Of… of course," Mafuyu stammered, her face turning a bright, happy pink as she looked down at their joined hands. "We'll be back on time, I promise." She looked up at him with such open, helpless adoration that it almost hurt to look at her.
"Hold it right there!" Ayane jumped in front of them, arms spread wide like a roadblock. "Date? Wait, I thought your date was just going to be, like, sitting on a bench and holding hands! You're going somewhere without us?!"
She looked betrayed for a second, then a sly grin crept onto her face. "Unless you two are going to a love hotel or a secluded alleyway? Ooh, is it going to be an outdoor play session?!"
"Shut up, you pervert!" Yuna snapped, grabbing Ayane's arm and dragging her back. "Let them go. Mafuyu-nee deserves her turn after she won against me last time. She's been dealing with your loud ass all morning." She looked at Makoto, her expression stern but her eyes surprisingly soft. "Take care of her, but don't do anything weird in public."
Mika stepped forward and adjusted her sunglasses. She looked from Makoto to Mafuyu, her expression unreadable. "Enjoy your time. Just remember to come back at 7 PM sharp for dinner. Don't be late."
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper meant only for him. "And save your energy, darling. You'll need it for tonight. I have many plans." With that, she turned on her heel, grabbed a protesting Ayane by the collar, and started walking towards the main shopping street. "Come along, Ayane. We have souvenirs to buy."
"BUT I WANNA GO ON A DATE TOOOOO!" Ayane wailed as she was dragged away.
Yuna lingered for a second. She looked at Mafuyu, then at Makoto. "Have fun," she mumbled, blushing slightly. "And buy me something cute on the way back." Then she turned and stomped off after Mika and Ayane.
Makoto was finally alone with Mafuyu. The afternoon sun was warm, the street was bustling but not crowded, and her hand was soft and trembling slightly in his. "So…" Mafuyu whispered, looking up at him shyly. "Where are we going, Makoto-kun?"
"Up to you, let's walk around first," Makoto said, walking with her across the bustling street. Mafuyu tightened her hold on his hand, pulling it closer until she was hugging his arm with both of hers. Her soft, ample breasts pressed gently against his bicep through the fabric of her yukata, sending a warm and comforting sensation straight to his nerves.
"Now that I think about it, we don't really have too much time together for just us, do we?" Makoto turned to her and asked.
"I suppose you're right, honey," she admitted softly, looking down at the pavement as they walked. Her voice carried a sweet melancholy. "With everyone being so energetic and you being so popular, I often feel like I should just step back. I'm older than them, after all. I'm happy just watching you all be happy."
She looked up at him, her dark eyes shimmering with a sudden intensity. "But, to be honest, I've been craving this. Just walking with you and being your woman, and nothing else."
Mafuyu led Makoto away from the main noisy thoroughfare, down a cobblestone path that ran alongside a bubbling canal lined with willow trees. It was much quieter there. "Can we sit there for a moment?" she asked, pointing to a wooden bench nestled under a drooping willow.
"My feet are a little swollen, and I just want to look at you without Ayane-chan shouting or Yuna-chan arguing." She sat down with a soft sigh of relief, patting the space next to her.
When Makoto sat, she didn't hesitate. She leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. "Makoto-kun…" she whispered while her hand rested on her round belly. "Sometimes I still think I'm dreaming. A few months ago, I was in hell. And now, I'm here with you, carrying your child."
"Hey, if you put it like that, it sounds a bit too fast, wasn't it?" Makoto chuckled. "It does feel like much, much longer, though." He gently caressed her belly. "Feel like my lifetime dream came true too. You were my first crush back then, you know…"
Mafuyu's breath hitched in her throat, and her eyes flew open. She lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him, her face flushing a deep crimson that spread all the way down her neck. "I was?" Mafuyu whispered. She looked like she might burst into tears. "Me? But I was just a waitress who cared a bit too much, or the older sister who sometimes came to cook. I never thought…"
"Hey, have more confidence in yourself, Mafuyu-nee," Makoto said, kissing her forehead. "You were kind, caring, and pretty back then. Still pretty now."
Tears spilled over Mafuyu's eyes again, but she was smiling so brightly. She covered his hand on her belly with both of hers, pressing it closer. "Oh, Makoto-kun…" she sobbed softly, leaning her forehead against his cheek. "Hearing you say that makes me happier than anything in the world. Even happier than the baby… almost."
"It was fast," she admitted, sniffling. "Maybe too fast for normal people. But for me? It felt like coming home after being lost in a storm for years. The moment you saved me, the moment you looked at me with kindness and stood against Tatsuya, I think I fell in love with you again right there."
Makoto nodded and chuckled lewdly as he looked down between her cleavage. "Your match with Yuna was amazing, though. It's good that you have become more confident and a bit more selfish after living together with those girls." He grinned.
Mafuyu noticed the direction of his gaze, straight down the loosened collar of her yukata to the deep, soft valley of her cleavage. A heated blush spread across her chest, visible even in the dappled sunlight. She didn't cover herself. Instead, she shifted slightly and leaned forward, allowing gravity to offer him a better view of her pale, heavy breasts.
"You… you really think so?" she whispered, her voice trembling with shyness and a newfound, thrilling desire to please him. "I always thought after everything, I was damaged goods, too old and used."
Mafuyu shook her head, her hand moving from her belly to cover Makoto's hand that was resting on her. She pressed his palm harder against her stomach, then slowly slid it up, guiding it over the obi sash until it rested just under the swell of her breast, over her beating heart.
"But you're right. After living with everyone and seeing how much they fight for you," She looked into his eyes, her expression turning surprisingly intense. "It woke something up in me. I realized I can't just be the nice Mama-fu in the background. If I want you, I have to take you."
She bit her lower lip, her eyes dropping to his lips. "You said I was amazing during the match?" An almost naughty smile touched her lips. "I liked it. I realized I like winning and taking what I want."
She glanced around nervously. The canal path was empty for the moment. "So, can I be selfish right now, Makoto-kun?"