Chapter 45:

The Inoue household

En Passant Grandmaster


"Ugh, what a day," Mimoko groaned as she arrived home.

"Osu, Mimoko. How was the day?" Mimoko's 40-year-old mother, Daria, smiled.

"It was exhausting. All the interviews, the incident with the principal and Utami-chan, I honestly just wanna relax in a hot bath."

"Livin’ it up. Want me to scrub your back?"

"Okaa-chan, I'm not a little girl anymore. I can bathe myself."

"Wow, sis is famous," Kotora said as he ran up to Mimoko and sunk his face into her breasts.

"I appreciate the hug, but could you not snuggle your head between my breasts?" Mimoko glared at Kotora.

"But it's comfy, and you always let me do it when I was little."

"You were a toddler back then. Now you're growing up."

"Want another sibling?" Daria blushed.

"Ugh, I bet you got your pervertedness from her. Why couldn't you be calm like Otou-san?" Mimoko asked as she pointed towards her father who was silently reading a newspaper.

"Huh? But dad's a bum that does nothing," Kotora glared.

"I trade stocks and I'm good at it," Mimoko's father mumbled.

"Yeah, show respect to your father, Kotora! Ichimitsu's a dreamboat genius," Daria swooned.

"Ugh, I'm taking a bath," Mimoko groaned.

...

Mimoko moaned in bliss as she lounged in the tub.

"Well, seems like we got a queen in the house. Wanna indulge a bit and doll up your face?" Daria grinned as she entered the bathroom.

"I told you I can wash myself."

"I'm here to doll up your face, ojouu-sama."

"Please don't ever talk to me like that again. It's weird."

"Ah, Mistress Mimoko, you need to look good, now that you're a celebrity."

"I- HEY! What are you smearing on my face!?"

"Beauty cream. You gotta glow, girl."

"But I don't like wearing makeup."

"Wow, you're a real ditzy girl. Though if ya wanna rock the facial mask, rock it girl!"

"Why do you act like an idiot? It's so embarrassing."

"But you need to slay the tub like an aristocratic queen. Kick your toes up, drink some wine, and let out a mighty laugh. Ohohohoho!"

Mimoko's face went red under the beauty mask as she attempted to sink into the tub.

Click!

"Wow, you really do look cute when you're tryin’ to doll yourself up," Daria smirked as she gazed at her phone.

"OKAA-CHAN! I'M IN THE BATH!"

"Relax, your tits were underwater. Besides, you look so cute. I'll leave the cream here for ya. Trust me, it makes your face look and feel 20 years younger. I mean, just look at me. Well holler if ya need anything/"

Mimoko cried in embarrassment and sank below the water as Daria left.

...

After getting out of the bath, Mimoko sat down for dinner clad in sweats and a t-shirt.

"Really underdressin’ for dinner," Daria teased.

"I'd feel weird eating dinner in my pajamas," Mimoko mumbled.

"The pink frilly ones?"

"I'm gonna eat in my room if you tease me like that."

"Then let's all eat there, family pajama party!"

"Ugh, I'll eat at the table."

"Why're ya in such a bad mood?"

Mimoko sighed and explained everything that happened at school. As soon as she was finished, Daria nodded and patted her on the shoulder.

“No need to worry. Feel free to take dinner to your room. You clearly need a recharge. And if you’re still feeling bad tomorrow, I’ll call the school and have em give ya a day off.”

“Thanks, Okaa-chan.”

“So is the redhead not coming over then?” Kotora asked.

“She’s being questioned by the police and will likely come here late. Though why are you swooning over her?”

Kotora shamelessly whistled as Mimoko glanced from him to Daria.

“What? I’m a natural brunette like you. The red’s just dye.”

“I heard in science class that boys can sometimes be attracted to girls that resemble their mothers, that’s all.”

“Implyin’ Kotora’s a mom-con? Well come here and let me smother ya then,” Daria grinned as she shoved Kotora’s face into her breasts.

Much to Mimoko’s surprise, Kotora actually felt embarrassed about being treated like a kid by Daria.

“So the banter calm you down?” Ichimitsu asked.

Mimoko paused before sighing and deciding to head to her room.

"Come on. No need to get embarrassed over us," Daria pouted.

"Then play chess with me. I don't mind the skill gap."

"Sorry, but your father and I don't play chess. That's your calling."

"Why?"

"Because that's the way it is."

"I hate losing to you, Sis, so I'm not playing anymore," Kotora pouted.

"Why not join the WWCF and play for fun then? I'm sure with some practice you all could get-"

"Nah, I'm not gonna play chess. Video games are more fun."

"But chess can be fun too. Here, take a look at my WWCF card."

"Wow, that thing's like a future television thingy," Daria smiled as she gazed at the card.

"Lame, it's just a glorified holo-clock," Kotora glared as Mimoko opened her “friends” tab. "Huh? Why's my name there?"

"Oh, I heard that you could play non-WWCF members and was wondering if I could add you to my contacts so that we could play each other at lunch breaks or any time we're away from each other. Don’t worry, you don’t need a WWCF card and just need to install an app on your phone. Then we can-"

"Ew, you a bro-con?"

Slap!

"OW!"

"You deserved that," Mimoko angrily huffed as she began to storm away.

"Can ya call me on that card phone thingy?" Daria asked.

Mimoko paused and turned around. "No, I believe it's only for chess. Sorry, but I tried searching for you and Otou-san to add to my contacts, but nothing came up."

"So ya do care about stayin’ connected with us after all, you little tsundere."

"Good night, I’m going to bed," Mimoko huffed in annoyance as she stormed up to her room.

...

Okisato sighed as he sat in a tatami-floored room with a middle aged man. The man was his father, Yojiro Tanabe, the head of a Yakuza clan.

“I heard from Otona. So you have an eventful day?”

“Yeah, some crazy Russians barged into our school…”

As Okisato told his story, Otona slowly opened the door behind him and leapt out to try and attack him.

“You’re under a- DOH!”

Much to Otona’s dismay, Okisato had sensed her presence and raised his fist at just the right time, sending Otona rolling away and giving her a black eye.

“Looks like you lost again, Nee-san.”

Otona gritted her teeth and angrily massaged her eye as she got up and stormed away.

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