The Heroines Want to Confess.

Friday night.

Sakurai Saki lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Next to him, the white-haired cat-eared girl was breathing softly, savoring the lingering sensations. Her body occasionally trembled slightly, and her mind—swept clean by waves of pleasure—was left in a blank void.

Hayasa-nyan: (* ´ ﹃｀*)

"Next Monday, my mom will come stay here," Sakurai brought up the subject.

A few days ago, he had asked his mother over the phone if she wanted to stay at a hotel, but she refused.

She said she wanted to stay with him.

"Uh." At that moment, Hayasaka Ai (Nyan version)'s mind was completely blank.

A few seconds later, she reacted, "Your mom?!"

Hayasa-nyan: Σ(°ロ°)!!!!!!!

"No, our mom. Next Tuesday is the sports festival. A lot of parents will be coming to watch their kids."

The white cat ears on top of Hayasaka Ai's head twitched a little.

I'm just a cat. Why are you telling me all this?

Daytime is when the main body's active. What's it got to do with me?

"Monday and Tuesday night, you'd better not come over," Sakurai Saki said honestly.

Sakurai's mom wasn't an ordinary person—she used to be a Guuji at the Inari shrine. When it came to weird stuff, she could definitely sense it.

Even Atebo Yume, the president of the school's Supernatural Research Club, could sense Yakumo Shiro. His mom definitely could, too.

Not to mention there was also the issue with Shinobu...

It was already enough of a headache—no need to drag Hayasaka Ai into it as well.

"Heartless bastard..." Hayasaka Ai glanced at him.

(¬`‸´¬)

They had just gotten intimate, and now he was telling her not to contact him next week. That was just too cruel.

"Don't worry. If we can't blow off steam on Monday or Tuesday, we can make the most of now." Sakurai Saki smiled and pushed her down underneath him.

Sakurai: (˵ ¬ ؂ ¬˵)

"..." Hayasaka Ai lay still, giving up on resisting.

————

Monday, after classes.

In the afternoon, Sakurai Saki headed to the library to prepare for today's tutoring session. Nakano Ichika had wrapped up filming and had some free time recently. This time, the five Nakano sisters might finally all be present.

'Hm?'

Walking into the library, Sakurai Saki saw Shijo Maki sprawled face-down on the floor between the bookshelves, completely motionless.

Why is it that every time I see this disgraceful girl, she looks like a salted fish?

"What's wrong?" Sakurai Saki nudged her a few times with his foot.

"Oi oi, loser dog, wake up, you're not dead, are you?"

To his gentle calls, Shijo Maki finally snapped back, looked at Sakurai Saki with a face full of tears like pear blossoms in the rain——

"You big idiot! I want to study! I want to be top of the grade!"

.·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

...Who the hell are you, Mitsui Hisashi? This isn't the set of Slam Dunk.

"Loser dog friend, you've finally seen the light. That's right, studying is the only path to salvation for humanity," Sakurai Saki sighed sentimentally.

"Loser dog?" Shijo Maki tilted her head, her twin buns swaying back and forth, looking ridiculously dumb.

"Maki, why are you lying here?"

You can't just lie down in the middle of the walkway. It's lucky I was the one who kicked you. If someone else stepped on you, that'd be a hassle.

"Good question..." Shijo Maki made a miserable salted-fish expression, "What the hell am I even doing?"

"Today I saw it—Nagisa and..."

"Alright, that's enough." Sakurai Saki cut her off, "The tutoring session's about to start. Shijo-san, let's finish our work first, then talk later, okay?"

Maki: (≖ - ≖)

Wasn't the reason he had me be an assistant tutor to help me find love?

You're not just exploiting my labor for free, are you?

————

In the study room.

"Sensei-chan~ how do you solve this one?" Nakano Ichika leaned on Sakurai Saki, her tone full of suggestiveness.

Recently, she had been meeting Sakurai Saki in private a lot. They had filmed plenty of kissing scenes, and their feelings had warmed up considerably—at least Ichika felt that way.

"Ichika, I know this one. Let me teach you," said Nino, sitting down beside Ichika.

If she couldn't win Sakurai's heart, then the other sisters wouldn't either!

No one wins! At this moment, Nakano Nino transformed into a demon, ready to drag everyone into a final boss fight.

But speaking of final boss fights, in reality, there might be only one month left.

Nino had once considered slacking off during the exam, letting her grades drop. After all, Sakurai Saki once said if the five sisters' grades stayed at average level, he'd quit the job.

If everyone kept sucking, then he wouldn't leave her!

But in the end, Nino still decided to study hard—because she didn't want to betray Sakurai's expectations. She also wanted to leave the deepest impression in Sakurai Saki's heart. Even if she couldn't become his lover in the end, she still wanted to be the student he was most proud of!

Ichika unwillingly began listening to Nino's explanation.

Lately, filming had taken up a lot of her time, so she had been attending fewer study sessions, and her grades were slipping. Last time, even though she passed, she had the worst scores among the five sisters.

————

After the tutoring session ended.

Sakurai held Ichika back.

"Ichika, your work will only get busier from now on. Have you thought about your future direction?" As a teacher, talking with students was an essential responsibility.

"Not yet." Nakano Ichika had considered temporarily putting her studies on hold to fully pursue acting, but she hadn't been able to commit to that decision.

Her career was progressing, but she wasn't sure what the future held.

Ichika had never thought of herself as a lead role, nor did she have blind confidence.

Unlike Sakurai Saki's arrogant nature, she had a very clear sense of self.

If it weren't for Sakurai Saki, she'd probably still be doing a few magazine covers, taking on background roles. The fact that her manager, Ueno Yoko, took notice of her and pulled her out of her original agency—it was closely tied to Sakurai Saki. She was well aware of that.

Because of that, Ichika didn't want to make things difficult for Sakurai Saki.

He was her tutor, responsible for her studies—not her acting career.

"…Do you think you can balance both?" Sakurai Saki asked as he packed his things into his bag.

"I think I still can, for now," Ichika softly replied.

"No, you can't." Sakurai Saki spoke bluntly.

"You know your grades better than anyone. That's the truth—feelings may deceive you, but grades don't. You skipped five classes last month, and the fact you still passed was already a miracle to me."

Nakano Ichika fell silent.

A while later——

"I'll try harder."

Sakurai Saki glanced up at her, "I hope you do."

————

Past 6 PM.

Tokyo Airport, arrival area. Sakurai Saki was waiting for his mother.

The crowd flowed like a stream. Among the many passengers stepping out, people's eyes instinctively drifted toward general affairs Sakurai—as long as he stood there silently, he was a scene others couldn't help but remember.

After a few minutes, amidst the sea of travelers—

Sakurai Saki finally spotted his mother——

She wore a black kimono with butterfly patterns, her waist slender, figure graceful, and chest full.

Her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall, eyes the color of amber, and a single beauty mark rested at the corner of her left eye—making her already flawless face even more seductively captivating.

With elegant movements, every gesture radiated the allure of a mature woman.

That was his adoptive mother—Jinguuji Tamaki.

A princess as beautiful as a precious gem, and she truly lived up to her name.

Sakurai Saki stepped forward.

"Long time no see, Mom," Sakurai Saki said gently.

He rarely showed his true self to others—and that gentleness was even rarer. His mother was currently the only woman with whom he could drop all pretense and just be himself.

"Baby, I missed you to death."

Jinguuji Tamaki, who just moments ago exuded graceful Yamato Nadeshiko charm, shattered that image in an instant.

She reached out, trying to pull Sakurai into her embrace.

(づ￣ ³￣)づ(,,¬﹏¬,,)

Sakurai Saki gently pushed her away, looking uncomfortable: "Mom, there are a lot of people around…"

"Call me mama."

"That term… can't we go with something else?" Sakurai felt the gazes around them. He rarely felt embarrassed, but this was one of those times.

"You don't like it? Then how about 'baby' instead?" Jinguuji Tamaki gently caressed her beautifully tilted face, her expression filled with mock concern.

Honestly, that wasn't any better.

"…Let's stick with the previous one."

Sakurai Saki sighed, both helpless and amused, then took the suitcase from her hand.

"Baby, mama wants to eat udon made by you," Jinguuji Tamaki clung to his arm.

"Umu."

He had already bought the ingredients.

...

Note: The mother seems to be OC, I can't find any info on google.