Haruno began to wonder if she had given her mother too much freedom to do whatever she wants.
Just looking at everything her mother had done to Roland since he came to their house is giving her a splitting headache.
It started with relatively normal hand-holding and cuddling, but soon escalated to burying his face between her breasts, launching towel offensives, and now lying together, even using her legs to touch Little Roland in that area!
If she continued to let these two run wild as they want, her mother might start thinking of Roland as a her private "property."
Haruno absolutely couldn't allow that to happen. Roland was practically her man now. What right did her mother have to do such things to her man?
This mother of her needed to be kept in check!
On the sofa, the mother and daughter exchanged meaningful glances, each seemingly warning the other about what they should and shouldn't do. While both ignoring their advance's.
Roland couldn't read their minds, but he sensed something was off about the atmosphere, it smelled like gunpowder.
As the pair edged closer to him, their beautiful, soft slender legs competing for space on his lap, Roland felt like he had unwittingly stumbled into the mother-daughter's personal battleground.
He had to admit, being caught in such a "battleground" where he was being tightly squeezed by a mother and daughter breasts did make him feel rather smug.
But for safety's sake, and to prevent the situation from escalating further, he decided to break the awkward tension.
"Aunt Yukio, did I wake you?" Roland quickly checked on her, noting her Health Value had recovered to 60 points.
"No, I think I woke up more from hunger," Yukio replied softly, her gaze tender as she looked at him.
"How was it after you fell asleep?"
"Much better. I don't understand how it works, but with you here, the nightmare didn't return. I actually got a good night's rest. After such a long time I'm finally feeling energetic."
"That's good to hear. I'll go make Aunt Yukio something to eat now. Is there anything you'd like?"
"Anything you make, Aunt Yukio will love."
"How about some steamed rice rolls? Dinner's almost ready, so let's have a snack to tide us over."
"Mmm, whatever you decide is fine."
"Then I'll go start cooking?"
"Go on, hurry up. I'm already starving!"
Roland and Yukio were locked in an embrace, exchanging lingering glances. Though they kept saying they should start cooking, neither showed any intention of moving as always— Yukio's leg draped over Roland's lap, and Roland's arm around her shoulder and neck.
They nuzzled and touched each other, creating a scene so deliciously intimate and affectionate that cooking seemed entirely unnecessary at the moment.
Haruno stood nearby like a third wheel, her face darkening as she watched their shameless display of affection.
She'd been right all along. If these two weren't kept in check, their relationship would inevitably cross the line into something scandalous.
Haruno couldn't stand it any longer. She abruptly pulled herself out of Roland's embrace, grabbed his shirt, and yanked him away from her mother. "What are you waiting for? You're not needed here! Go cook!"
Ignoring her mother's resentful glare for her interference, Haruno kicked and shoved Roland toward the kitchen like a rag doll.
Roland had never seen Haruno act so savagely. Was this even how a proper lady should behave?
Haruno couldn't care less about being a proper lady. After having such a massive cuckold's green hat thrust upon her head from her own mother, who had time to worry about maintaining appearances?
The fact that she had managed to restrain herself from exploding until now was proof enough of her ladylike qualities!
Fueled by her anger, Haruno exuded far more of a family head's authority than Mother Yukio, who was currently acting all cute and cuddly in Roland's arms like a little girl in love.
Throughout the afternoon, Haruno remained in full "thief-proofing" mode, her eyes glued to her mother. The moment she detected any suspicious behavior, she would immediately intervene.
Her relentless scrutiny made Yukio increasingly uncomfortable.
For instance, when Roland began preparing dinner, Yukio had planned to use the pretense of helping to steal some alone time with Roland in the kitchen. But before she could make a move, Haruno barged in right behind her, glaring daggers.
"Haruno, why are you here too?" Yukio shot her daughter a resentful look. This girl's behavior was becoming downright excessive.
Yukio had always doted on Roland. But now, even her simple interactions were forbidden?
"Can't I help too?" Haruno asked calmly, her tone growing increasingly regal, befitting a family head.
"Aren't you still on your period? You should rest more," Yukio said, frowning slightly.
"Aren't you still recovering as well? Perhaps you should be the one resting."
"Haruno, are you questioning your mother?"
"This daughter wouldn't dare. I'm simply worried about Roland."
"With me watching over him, what is there to worry about?"
That's exactly why I'm worried!
Is that what you call "watching over him"?
You're practically stealing from your own blood daughter!
Haruno desperately wanted to unleash a torrent of curses, but such words might shatter the fragile bond between mother and daughter.
Instead, she resorted to veiled sarcasm: "Of course, I'm worried he might have ulterior motives toward you."
Yukio, a master of manipulation, understood perfectly that Haruno was accusing her of having ulterior motives toward Roland. Yet she feigned ignorance, replying smoothly, "There's even less reason to worry about that. I know Little Roland well. He's obedient, sensible, and always acts with restraint."
"Perhaps I understand his true nature better than you do," Haruno said, recalling the kiss Roland had given her that morning that had left her questioning her very existence. "After all, I've personally experienced his perverted behavior."
"Oh? Are you suggesting you know him better than I do, someone who's watched him grow up?" Yukio's displeasure was palpable from her tone, her imposing aura suddenly radiating outward.
She would never tolerate anyone claiming to know her Little Roland better than she did. She was the closest person to him!
"You may know more about his upbringing, but when it comes to the depth of our connection, I'm afraid I've already surpassed you," Haruno replied, unfazed by her mother's intimidating presence. She even deliberately touched her lips in front of her.
This gesture wasn't just explaining what she meant by "depth of connection." It was a declaration: I've kissed Little Roland. You haven't, and you never will.
Who truly understood Roland's perverted nature better? The answer was obvious.
Yukio narrowed her eyes slightly. Her daughter's actions went beyond mere defiance; they were a deliberate provocation. Was this a declaration of war against her own mother?
While she knew she was in the wrong regarding Roland, that didn't mean anyone could challenge her authority and dignity's!
As a mother and a powerful, domineering businesswoman, how could she possibly allow her daughter to defy her authority?
Yukio's personality was even more assertive and uncompromising than Haruno's. Since her daughter dared to challenge her, wouldn't she have to surpass her daughter's level of intimacy with Roland?
And if kissing wasn't the deepest level of intimacy, then the only thing left seemed to be... merging bodies?
Fine, she though. As a mother, she'd give her daughter a slight advantage, allowing her time to reconsider.
In an instant, the mother and daughter, neither willing to yield, seemed to become fierce rivals. The air crackled with tension, as if sparks might fly from their eyes at any moment.
Roland sensed the suffocating atmosphere. He knew that if he didn't intervene quickly between the two women, they might turn against each other completely. They might possibly start pulling each other hair`s.
"Alright, alright,both of you two need to rest properly. Leave the cooking to me. I don't need any help here. Why don't you go take a bath while I'm cooking? Just stay out of the kitchen!" Roland quickly pushed Haruno out the door with one hand while taking Yukio's hand with the other, ushering them both out of the kitchen.
As he held Yukio's hand, he deliberately intertwined their fingers, a small gesture that felt like a secret indulgence behind Haruno's back. This subtle act transformed Yukio's dissatisfaction into a hint of delight.
Yukio squeezed his hand tightly, briefly indulging her secret forbidden desires before finally leaving, content.
Little Roland's energy replenished.
Speaking of baths, Little Roland had mentioned them earlier. Could it be that he wanted to see her fresh from the bath?
With this thought, Yukio lost interest in arguing with her daughter and turned toward the bathroom.
Haruno chuckled softly. Not knowing exactly what her mother was thinking?
She immediately turned and walked into her mother's room.
What? You're asking why Haruno went to her mother's room instead of staying in the bathroom to keep an eye on her?
Well, that's because her mother had gone into the bathroom without even grabbing a change of clothes. It was obvious she wasn't planning on changing and was about to pull her "bath towel offensive" again.
So Haruno went to her mother's room, picked out a modest, full-coverage pajama set, and then hurried to the bathroom.
"Little Roland?" Yukio called out in pleasant surprise when she heard footsteps and the door open.
"It's me!" Haruno couldn't help but feel annoyed. How badly does she want Roland to come in? She didn't even hesitate to call out his name first!
"Oh, it's you. What do you want? You're too old to be bathing with your mother."
"You forgot your change of clothes. I brought them for you."
"Mind your own business! I could have gotten them myself."
"Whatever. I'm taking the bath towel."
"You little brat! That's going too far!"
Haruno didn't waste time arguing. She simply confiscated the towel, determined to thwart her mother's "bath towel offensive."
There's no way she'd dare come out completely naked without even putting on pajamas!