Aren’t You Too Sweet Salt-God Sato-San?

Koharu Sato, 17 years old.

Right now, I'm lost in an admirable relationship.

"Mother, get on with the love consultation..."

"Yada."

Immediate answer.

My mother, Natsuki Sato, sitting across the street from the table, answered without looking at this one, connecting the handmade kimpira.

To my real mother's overly dry reply, I inadvertently make my eyebrows a letter (...) of ha.

"... why...?

"From Yada"

"... just a little"

"Yada."

Mother who does not change any tone of voice and quietly transports the kimpira to her mouth.

There are no islands to hang on to.

I had my face peeled off.

"... why are you so mean..."

"Talking about you, it's a long, annoying story, so be my friend."

Just now.

Sure it stinks of trouble, but you don't have to be so clear...

More inflate cheeks in protest.

"At first I tried to make Rinka..."

"I'm sorry to talk to junior high about romance with my daughter, so?

"... I think I was in a bad mood and they sent me about 100 stamps..."

Rinka's right.

Just now.

Porrible.

The rest, by the way, is the sound of chewing up the burdock.

Listening to the "pourring noise" squeaking at the table, my eyes grew hotter and hotter, and I...

"- I don't like it. Ah! I'm on a love consultation. Yikes!!

I'll waste it.

Sooner or later, my wife, the ban is lifted.

Though, your mother hasn't done my mother to Dada in seventeen years either.

Mother makes a look that would most efficiently damage my mind, such as half a shudder and half a annoyance, and she sighs at this sight.

I, too, instantly returned to me when I was calling my feet jittery like a child to this.

What the hell did I even do when I was in high school...?

"Oh, shut up already, shut up, okay, 'cause I'm gonna ask you"

"Really!?

"But you seem to be very long, so just briefly, just the gist."

"What!? Yep......! I know it's both my thoughts, but we haven't dated yet! I don't know what dating is!!

"You idiot."

Just now.

Puffy, puffy, puffy.

Jiwa.

The last one is the sound of tears seeping into my eyes.

I tried so hard to shame you and squeeze your wits without you, this trick.

What kind of reaction would I get back if I really tried rolling around crying...... what an incredible thought comes to mind.

That was the time.

Your mother poured the kimpira in with a can of beer.

"- You know, it doesn't matter if you do what you thought you could do then, or if you're dating or not."

"What?"

"So."

Mother speaks with a distant eye somewhere.

"We're not going out or anything. Come on, let me tell you something, it's just mutual confirmation, there's nothing wrong with being back and forth."

"Ugh, yeah!?

Interesting story.

I ride myself out of the table.

"In the end, it's been decided before we went out with men and women, in short, how much they can accept themselves, how much they can accept each other, and that's what this is all about... the frightening thing, the filling thing, and then if you move with your emotions already, then what?"

"... yeah? Sorry, I'm not sure anymore."

"I mean, come on..."

Mother cut the words here once, tilting the can beer, grunting her throat...

"- What if I push him down?

"Oops!?

A hell of a word popped out of my real mother, and I made my eyes black and white.

You want me to push you down?

What happens when you push him down? I know it's not an escort. things happen.

Oh, doesn't that resemble pushing down with Mrs. Pushtail?

Shit, shit, shit! Imagination alone is confusing my thoughts!?

"Right, right, you're set to no good!!? Oh, shit, that kind of thing... KEEP..."

"Don't say that after you get married, because you're already in high school"

When I hesitate to say the word "marriage," my mother just cuts me off.

Isn't it supposed to be the role of parents to stop at times like this!?

"Damn, if you do that, you'll have a baby!!?

"Birth control, you idiot, because, you know, Tail? So, you want to push him down, right?

"Oh no...!

I never even thought about it.

Recently he asked, "At what time are you most embarrassed to hold hands?" That's a problem tens of thousands of light years over there for me to think about all the time.

Well, of course, I know it as knowledge, even as a high school girl.

Nero men and women love, mood, adult rush, based on those kind of heels, what happens.

Nothing, I imagined a little after a solid forethought that I wasn't thinking about that from time to time.

"... mulli no...!

Retired with just the introduction part.

She blushes, looks at me getting round on the spot, and your mother takes one deep sigh.

"Too pitiful for me."

"Yes, because...!

"No wonder I wasn't like this when I was younger"

"... Huh? What?"

"Yes... that was when I was 17, I was incredibly twitchy about society, and I met my dad, who was a rock band vocal who went to chill out college cultural festivals, and then sang on stage, and fell in love at a glance, well after the concert, in the hotel as it should be..."

"Hey, hey!? Mother, come on!? What are you trying to make my real daughter ask me from the introduction I care about!?

"What? I thought it would be helpful."

"It won't! Me and you, you go to the hotel so soon..."

- I'm not in there.

Suddenly I heard voices that were not yours or mine, of course.

Looking back, my God! There's your father sitting shallow on the couch in the living room, messing with his smartphone with a bottle of carbonated water (which he's been haunting lately) in one hand!

Were you there?

The word went all the way out to my throat, but I just stopped because I'm pathetic.

Your father pushes up his glasses with his middle finger...

"I walked into the hotel after a proper period of socialisation, and I had a bad gala high school girl who would stick with me after I finished the concert, that's Natsuki"

"Am I?

A deliberately stubborn mother.

In contrast, your father pushed up his glasses with his middle finger.

"There is a pace for each person, there will be a way to do this as well"

"Father..."

I chewed up your father's words - and wrinkled between my eyebrows.

"... you didn't really want to hear a hotel or anything from your father's mouth, it's kinda disgusting"

"…………………………………"

Your father dropped his gaze on the phone again without changing one expression, but I saw that his hand was trembling a little unusual.

Damn, your father wants you to have a little more rickety (...).

About the arrow tip I thought, etc., the smartphone I left on the table began to vibrate boo-boo.

Incoming.

"Oh, sorry phone..."

I grabbed my smartphone and peered into the screen...

"Huh......!?

I got a weird voice.

We all already know that I'm going to react like this.

- It's an incoming call from you, Pushing Tail.