378 [378] Cat Mafuyu

Chapter 378: Cat Mafuyu

At the dining table.

Initially skeptical of Hachiman's culinary skills since she hadn't tasted his cooking before, Manami watched her two daughters enjoying the food with such delight that she tentatively picked up a piece of sweet and sour spare ribs and put it in her mouth.

Then...

A surge of overwhelming flavors hit Hachiman's senses.

Because both Kotonoha and Kokoro had eaten his cooking many times before and had developed some immunity, but today was Manami's first time experiencing it.

Her face flushed slightly, displaying a satisfied smile from tasting the delicious food. Under the table, her shapely legs were tightly pressed together, swaying gently.

Her enticing figure trembled slightly, and her ample bosom heaved with excitement.

Hachiman only glanced a few times before quickly averting his gaze; after all, she was Kotonoha's mother.

As a seasoned businesswoman who had experienced many ups and downs, Manami quickly adjusted herself, but her face still carried a contented blush.

"Hikigaya-kun's cooking skills are indeed impressive."

"Yeah, yeah, Onii-chan's cooking skills are the best," Kokoro said with her mouth full.

"Kokoro, slow down. There's no need to rush; nobody is going to take your food," Manami scolded gently.

Seeing her sister's messy eating, Kotonoha picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth.

"Aren't you going to thank Hachiman-kun?"

"Thank you, Hachiman-niichan," Kokoro said sweetly.

Hearing their words, Hachiman felt quite satisfied deep down.

After all, as the chef of this dinner, receiving praise from the diners was also recognition of his culinary skills.

Taking a bite of his own dish, Hachiman's face also showed a contented smile as he savored the delicious food.

Ah, indeed, the dish I made.

Delicious!!!

...

After dinner, naturally, Hachiman took his leave.

"Hachiman-kun, please be careful on your way home," Kotonoha accompanied him to the door, her eyes reluctant to part. "When you get home, send me a message, okay?"

Hachiman nodded. "Sure, I will."

With that, he gently kissed her lips and then turned to leave.

Only after Hachiman's figure disappeared from view did Kotonoha return to the house.

Walking through the residential area, he once again arrived at the bustling commercial district.

People bustled about on the streets, and under the illumination of various neon lights, the city looked even livelier than during the day.

A cool breeze passed by, making it quite comfortable.

Passing by a pub, Hachiman saw a familiar figure.

With shoulder-length cherry-colored hair and bangs cut straight across, the sides of her hair were braided into two twists.

It was none other than Kirisu Mafuyu, whom he had just met yesterday.

Because it was summer, Mafuyu's attire was quite refreshing—a white short-sleeved shirt revealing her fair arms, her well-proportioned figure highlighted by the fitted shirt, and she wore a pair of blue shorts, outlining her shapely buttocks curve. On her feet were a pair of silver ladies' sandals.

However, Mafuyu seemed a bit off at the moment, her face slightly flushed, and her body swaying slightly.

Is she... drunk?

Seeing Mafuyu in this state, Hachiman raised an eyebrow.

He knew what his teacher was like when she was drunk.

Not only did she tend to praise people indiscriminately, but she also unlocked a series of hidden attributes such as being clingy, acting cute, and becoming less intelligent.

With her intelligence plummeting after drinking, what if someone tricked her into booking a room?

On this bustling commercial street, there were numerous KTVs, bars, and hotels, making such occurrences not uncommon.

With that realization, Hachiman sighed and made the decision to escort her back.

"Mafuyu-sensei, what brings you here?"

Approaching Mafuyu, Hachiman reached out and lightly nudged her shoulder.

Upon recognizing Hachiman's approach, Mafuyu's slightly unfocused eyes brightened.

"Oh, it's Hachiman-kun. Good evening."

As Mafuyu spoke, a faint scent of alcohol lingered in the air.

Not only that, her waist-length cherry-colored hair was slightly disheveled, and her fair complexion had a hint of blush.

Indeed, she had been drinking.

Hachiman nodded inwardly.

"Mafuyu-sensei, didn't you mention your sister was coming over today? Why are you out drinking suddenly?"

"I'm just having a drink with Miharu." Mafuyu patted Hachiman's shoulder, her tone livelier than usual.

"But, Hachiman-kun, you're just a high school student. You often venture out alone so late at night. What if you encounter trouble?"

What can he do?

Of course, he'll prepare deluxe rooms and cool handcuffs for those troublemakers.

With his current strength, is he afraid of encountering any trouble?

Even if a truckload of troublemakers shows up, he'll handle them all!

Unless those troublemakers come in tanks.

But then they'd be terrorists.

Quietly scoffing to himself, Hachiman quickly supported the tipsy Mafuyu as she nearly stumbled.

Her 'Miharu' mentioned earlier should be her sister, right? But where is she now?

Leaving her intoxicated sister alone and disappearing herself, isn't that too unreliable?

Well, now's not the time to dwell on that. Let's get this tipsy teacher back first.

With that in mind, Hachiman placed his hand on Mafuyu's shoulder. "Sensei, I'll take you home."

But before Hachiman's hand could fully rest on Mafuyu's shoulder, she grabbed it directly.

"Wow, Hachiman-kun, your hand is so big!"

Holding Hachiman's hand with both of hers, Mafuyu exclaimed, "Not only is it very big, but it's also not warm yet." As she spoke, she even rubbed her cheek against it. "With such big hands, you're really amazing!"

Seeing Mafuyu's actions at the moment, Hachiman was bewildered.

Hey, how much did you drink? I didn't see you like this even when we were at the beach last time.

Could it be that you drank some fake alcohol?

Looking at Mafuyu, who was rubbing his hand like a cat, Hachiman couldn't help but smirk.

He wanted to pull his hand away, but Mafuyu held onto it tightly.

Unable to do anything else, Hachiman had to extend his other hand and gently stroke her head.

Sure enough, after Hachiman began stroking Mafuyu's head, she immediately stopped rubbing his hand and closed her eyes in comfort.

If she had a tail, it would probably be wagging by now.

Seeing Mafuyu like this, Hachiman found it quite amusing.

The usually serious and strict Mafuyu at school was now like a playful cat, allowing herself to be petted, creating a strong contrast.

Just as Hachiman was enjoying "petting the cat," a shout rang out in his ear.

"What are you doing?!"