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Aina: How I Met Her Mother Part 1

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“So we’re going to meet your mom, huh?”

“Yep yep! She’s wanted to meet you ever since the hair contest.”

“What, you didn’t tell them about me before?”

“I thought they’d know by now!”


Of course, why wouldn’t her dad at least know me by name? If there isn’t some mob of people stalking me everywhere I go, chances are Aina’s at least talked about me to her parents. Probably built me up to them by a lot, and that could be really good…or really bad, depending on how they take things. Still, while they may have heard a lot about me, truth be told I hadn’t heard much about them.

True, I’ve heard just about every bit of general knowledge and sultry rumor tied to her father, whether it’s his position as CEO of Regal Corp, the company that my own uncle works at as an inventor, or the shady power he may or may not have as a crime lord, running a mob in the depths of Rockette City to always stay one step ahead of the competition…or worse, exterminate the competition. As enigmatic as he is, I hadn’t met him or even properly seen him in person. Have I seen pictures of him? Sure, but I have the most foreboding feeling that it’s nothing like meeting him for real.

Not that I’m going to be seeing him today. Apparently he’s away on business…which I try not to think about too hard as I drive the Freemobile down the winding road towards Aina’s parents’ house. No, today I meet her mother, whom I’ve heard…next to nothing about. There are only two real things I know about Aina’s mom: 1) that she’s married to her father, whom need I say more? and 2) she’s probably Japanese.


Personally? I’m a bit nervous.


Don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely thrilled to finally be meeting…well, Aina’s mom. But considering all of what I know about her…which really isn’t saying much at all, but considering what I DO know about her? I don’t imagine her to be particularly pleasant. Then again, Aina had to get her bubbly personality from someone, and I doubt it came from her father’s side. Or maybe the guy’s a giant teddy bear in real life, I dunno. My point being that I’m both looking forward to this and wishing dearly I could bail out now.

I glanced over at Aina in the passenger’s side, giving me that radiant…beaming…glowing smile of hers. Ohhhh, how could I even think of bailing on a face like that? Never mind that she’s got the libido of a rabbit and enough gas to put a skunk to shame, she’s also the most absolutely gorgeous girl in the world. Course, I might be a bit biased…okay, a LOT biased, but still! The little curl of her lips, that glimmering twinkle of her green eyes, the sheen of the sunlight bouncing off her green hair - I can’t help but admire her every time I look at her!

And today, she’s wearing something a little…well, actually, for her at least, a LOT different. She actually brought out this small box, like the ones you’d get from the clothing stores, and she opened it up to show off this beautiful green silk kimono. I’ll be honest, I didn’t even know she HAD a kimono, so to see her bring one out was a bit of a surprise. But I’ll be damned if I said she didn’t look amazing with it on. I’d love to see her wear its sleek silk draped across her body so delicately more often. Something about those luxurious fibers made everything about her more and more attractive - whether it was the way they accentuated her greenness or enhanced the beauty of things like her breasts. Though to be perfectly honest, her butt looked even more amazing…I might be extremely biased to her not wearing much underneath all of this.

But that’s beside the point! Today was more than just a special day for me - it was a special day for Aina too! Not exactly one of those “hasn’t seen their mother in five decades” or anything like that, but rather it was more of one of those “I’m introducing my boyfriend/potential husband to my mother/potentially his mother-in-law.” Or some such thing. She just wanted to dress more traditionally accordingly, I suppose, seeing as her mother’s very delved deep into her traditions.


…at least, I assume that, seeing as she’s brought out this kimono for this occasion and no other.


So here we are, driving up to the gated community that is the Lagorio Estate. Pulling up to the front gate, I can see the house from here has taken in some sort of semblance to a European castle or a cathedral. The front of the house looms over the hill atop of which it is perched, large and imposing as the man who lives there. For a moment, I wondered if I was dating a princess and courting her parents, the king and queen, and staring up at the towers that remained at the corners of the house only served to trigger imaginary guards ready to shoot me down the moment I stepped out of the vehicle.


Never mind the real one rapping on my window.


“Scuse me sir,” he said, “might I ask your bus…oh, Miss Lagorio!”

“Hey, Arnold!” Aina greeted, leaning over to be more visible.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you over there,” the guard answered back with a tilt of his cap. “Not past this…fine gentleman. Come to visit the folks?”

“Hehe, yep! Though it’s just haha today,” Aina replied.

“Good on ya, then, I’ll let ya through!”


The guard turned back into the guardhouse and pressed a button, causing the gate to slowly open wide to show us in. I turned to Aina to see her smiling back at me again, patting me on the shoulder as though to reassure me. I smiled and turned back towards the gate, driving down the lowly road up towards the mansion.

What may have been only a minute at most felt like an eternity to me, driving up the gradual incline feeling more akin to climbing up the face of a mountain. Eventually I found myself parking just outside the front door…at least, that’s what I’d like to say, were it not for yet another gate with yet another guard stationed in front of it. One would think that this place was guarding some terrible secret or a precious treasure!


…then again, maybe Gareth did have something terrible to hide?


I had to shake off my worries again as I drove past the gate and parked myself at the edge of a small Elizabethan courtyard…or at least stopped the car. I was extremely nervous and felt myself grasping the steering wheel tightly until Aina finally gently laid a hand on mine, drawing my attention towards her.

“You nervous?” she asked, almost playfully.

“Just a bit,” I responded back.

“Well you shouldn’t be,” she said. “Trust me, haha’s really nice!”

“You did say that once or twice.”

“Hehehe~”

I looked across the wide lawn stretching out towards the main doors. “You’re sure we’re in the right spot?”

“I think I know my daddy’s house when I see it, Freeman,” Aina responded with a light chuckle.

“Heh, yeah, no wonder I’m so nervous…”

“Will you relax? You’ll be fine!”

She even gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder before opening the car door and leaning outwards. Naturally I took the most gentlemanly advantage of that moment to glimpse at her curvaceous rump bending around the silken garment adorning her-


*pppllllrrrrrmmmmpppttrrrtttt!!*


“You only get more of that if you follow me inside!”


…dammit, I hate it when she plays me like a fiddle.


I finally shifted the car into park and got out, stepping onto the paved stone road beneath my feet. The first thing I really noticed was the fresh air - not just cause it didn’t smell like the rotten fishy scent of Aina’s most recent blast, but because of where we were. At first, I thought maybe it was the altitude, or maybe how far we were from Rockette City. I looked over towards the direction we’d come from and saw the high-rise of the skyscrapers in the distance. And then I looked a little more to the right, and I realized what it was I was smelling so freshly.

There just a little ways away was the sea, the fresh salt blowing in the winds. Aina skipped over towards the edge of the courtyard that had run up just alongside the hill that sloped down towards the cliff drop-off that would lead to the rocks that the ocean battered against each day. But my god, if that sea didn’t look so beautiful - the shimmering light of the sun bouncing off its deep blue hue to reflect itself back at us. For a moment, I forgot where I was and simply walked over to Aina to stare out at its mysterious beauty.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to live by the sea?” she asked as I approached.

“Yeah…” I think I spaced out for a bit, admiring the ocean so.

Aina laughed and poked at one of my cheeks. “You think we might live on an island one day?”

I smirked at that. “Maybe if I’m not a janitor at a school…” I turned to look over at her, grasping her hands in mine and looking into those eyes. “…but for right now, I’m happy wherever you are.”

Aina just smiled warmly and raised my hand up to her cheek, letting me cup her face in my hand. She rubbed herself gently against before lovingly looking back up at me. And everything else just seemed to fade away - just her and me out by the sea…


“Um, excuse me, miss?”


We turned our attention over to a butler that had suddenly appeared next to us, dressed up gallantly in a fashionably black coat, the markings of a white shirt adorned by a luxurious tie. He politely bowed to each of us in turn as Aina bowed back to him. Out of a sense of formality, I felt the need to bow in return.

“Good to see you, Reynard,” Aina greeted the mustachioed man before us.

Reynard in kind came up and twirled the edge of his mustache with a delighted smile. “And you as well, Lady Aina,” he greeted back. He looked over at me and nodded, “And to you as well, fine sir.”

“Oh, yes, this is Freeman,” Aina introduced me as I just waved back. “He’ll be sticking around for the weekend.”

“Delightful!” Reynard said with much more enthusiasm than I thought he might. “Then I will get the staff to take care of the bags, you needn’t worry! I assume he shall be bedding with you then?”

“Hehehe, of course!”

“Then to your room they shall go!” He turned and clapped his gloved hands together to signal a group of similarly dressed men surrounding my car to take care of the few things I had brought and the couple of bags Aina had brought to the house. Reynard then turned back to address us once more, “If you are looking for the fine signora, I believe she is arranging the bonsai trees in the arts room.”

“Oh, thanks Reynard! I can take Freeman there,” Aina said, wrapping her arm around mine and squeezing it close to her tightly.

“Very good then, very good,” Reynard said with a bow. “Dinner will be ready by 7 as usual then. Until then, milady.”

And with that, he ran off to attend to the others that had taken care of the luggage as a valet man came to move the car off somewhere, perhaps some garage. I suppose it wasn’t a bad idea to leave those keys in there. But it felt so strange to be addressed in such a proper manner. I almost felt like…royalty?


No wonder guys were always intimidated by Aina.


The slight whiff of the fishing ports I was certain were several miles away caught my attention once more, leading me to look down at Aina giggling a little. “Come on, Sir Freeman,” she said teasingly, “let’s go find haha.”

“Aren’t we looking for the fine signora?” I teased back, to which she simply nudged me playfully as we strolled across the lawn towards the main house.

It wouldn’t be long before we’d get to what Reynard had mentioned was the “arts room” of the estate. The room itself was large and open, with the walls adorned with various works that I could’ve sworn I’d seen in the pages of history textbooks. The styles were as plentiful as what they depicted - from flowers on a pond lake to the brutal massacre of a bullfighter to some mind-bending cubist and surrealist works, there was no shortage of fine art.


And there in the center of the room next to a bonsai tree was her - Aina’s mother.





Dressed in a flowery red kimono and knelt down next to it, gingerly trimming the tree before her…I could suddenly see where Aina got her radiance. Even just getting her profile was more than enough to see the smooth flawless skin, the cute nose that Aina had inherited, the slightly arched eyebrow over her green eye, the dangling strand of hair from the neatly tied-up bun. The curvature of her body was emphasized by the silk draped over her, a large pair of breasts that appeared as large as Aina’s - maybe even a little bigger? - hanging underneath her as she kept her gaze steady on the bonsai before her. I will admit, I could just tell from the corner of my eye watching her the roundness of her backside as well.


It was hard to believe that such a young beauty would be Aina’s mother.


Aina held a finger up to her lips as we walked lightly into the room, the sounds of a distinct ringing chiming. The strange sound seemed to emanate from a decorative structure that looked like an open hole that could’ve been placed in some scenic location. I wondered if it was from the water that she had poured into the bonsai tree that was hanging just above it. As we got closer, I felt calm, serene…and strangely aroused.

Her mom looked up for a moment and smiled, seeing us approach so lightly. She gently rose up from her tree and set the watering jar she was carrying aside as she came over to greet us. “Okairinasai, Aina-kun,” she said, gently opening her arms wide.

Tadaima, haha,” Aina answered back, embracing her mother.

Her mother smiled back at her as she turned her focus to me. I was just being polite and letting my girl take the lead…that, and I didn’t really know how to address her elegant manner. It’s not that I wasn’t expecting it, but…well…I wasn’t expecting it.

“And a fine day to you as well, Mr. Parkinson,” she said with a bow.

I simply bowed back. “The pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. Lagorio.”

“Oh, I think we can drop the formalities with each other,” she said. “Please, call me Manami.”

“Okay…Manami-san.”

Manami simply laughed at my addition of the honorific. “A gentleman to the end,” she noted to Aina who chuckled in return. “I trust you found your way around the estate so far, yes?”

I nodded in response, looking between the two of them. There was a very distinct similarity between the two, a few years being the only real difference from calling the two sisters or even twins. That, and her mother did seem to have a larger set of curves on her body, perhaps the remains of Aina’s time hanging around in another curve that’s long since been gone from Manami’s figure.

I pointed over towards the ringing structure, noting, “That’s a very interesting piece of…garden ware?”

Manami looked over and simply chuckled. “The suikinkutsu,” she said, the word rolling off her tongue so delicately. She circled about and pointed out some of the surrounding pieces as well, “We place it next to the chōzubachi here, where we wash ourselves before the tea ceremony.”

“Ahh…the tea ceremony…” I’ll admit, I barely knew what was involved in such a ceremony, never mind that I wasn’t sure if I needed to know more about it for later. Manami simply continued smiling - I could see where Aina got her perpetual enthusiasm from, I suppose.

“Would you like some tea?” she offered politely.

I hesitated. “Do I need to perform the ceremony for it?”

With that, Manami and Aina shared a look and laughed with each other as though I’d just said a funny joke. Though at first I just glanced back dumbfounded, I eventually took to grinning and joined in their little laughter. In the back of my mind, I breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t worry, we won’t make you do that yet,” Manami teased. “Let’s just have a nice cup of tea while-"


“Ahh!! Smudge!!”


Aina briefly interrupted her mother to go hustle over towards something else in the room. I followed her gaze and watched her pick up a heaping ball of gray fur that seemed to be frowning as she nuzzled into its back. Manami simply smiled as I recognized that this was one of the cats Aina had mentioned to me once upon a time.

“Awwww, Smudgy, did you miss me?” Aina said as she buried her face in the poor cat’s fur, rocking back and forth as it continued to perpetually scowl. “I missed you! I missed you a lot~”

“Yes, the cats have been enjoying their time around the house,” Manami said. “Hopefully Freckles will be up and about.”

Aina removed her face from Smudge’s back as she asked, “Is Freckles alright? He’s not been making trouble, has he?”

“No no, he’s doing well,” Manami replied. “Just been a bit shy around the new help.”

“New help?” I asked.

“The staff rotates around frequently,” Manami explained. “I imagine you’ve met Reynard, the head staff, but some of the others don’t hang around so long for whatever reason. Usually another job, I suppose.”

For a moment, I wasn’t sure if she meant they were heading for one, or their disappearance was the result of one.


“Smudgy! This is Freeman, my boyfriend!”


I looked back to find an extraordinarily unamused cat in my face. Looking past him, I saw Aina holding him up in what looked to be the most awkward way, lifting him up again with a smile. I hesitated before committing to taking a hold of the cat, cradling him as best as I could. Smudge simply lay himself down on my shoulder, one front paw hanging out over it while the other swung lazily on the side.

“My my, you seem to have some experience with pets,” Manami said, sounding as though I had just pacified a lion.

“I suppose my uncle’s goat counts for something,” I replied, thinking back to Bleatus.

“Ooh ooh, I told you his uncle has a pet goat, right haha?” Aina asked, bouncing a little bit.

“I believe you mentioned it in a call once,” Manami answered back with a smile, reaching out to stroke her daughter’s face. She then checked on the teapot she had nearby, lightly shaking it around as though to test if it had any inside of it, to which her slight frown seemed to indicate there wasn’t any. 

“Well, it seems I’m going to have to make another pot,” she said with a lighthearted sigh. “Oh well, I’ll have some done in time for dinner. Why don’t you two go ahead and get settled into the room, and we’ll talk more in the traditional dinner room?”

“Okay!” Aina said, perking up a little. She almost dashed out of the room when she stopped herself, looking back at Manami. “Umm, the traditional one, right?”

“It shouldn’t be a problem, your father already prepared some extra clothes just in case,” Manami reassured with smile.

Aina smiled back at that last remark before taking note of my cat-encumbered situation. “Come on, Freeman!” she said. “You can bring Smudge along if you want!”

I looked over to the cat hanging off my shoulder, who looked back in the most apathetic way I’ve ever seen a cat give a look before simply resting his head back down, like he was accepting that this was how it was going to be. I shrugged a little to nudge him, but Smudge didn’t move, so I just shouldered him instead and moved over towards Aina. She giggled a little out of amusement, scratching at the cat’s ear before escorting us out of the hall.


“Isn’t dinner going to be in a couple of hours?” I asked, stroking Smudge’s back as he laid on my shoulder.

“Yeah, but we do need to get ready,” Aina explained. “She wants to make sure you’re comfy with doing some more traditional Japanese things.”

“I can handle sushi just fine,” I answered dumbly.

Aina laughed at it though. “I mean more than just the food~”

“So I’m gonna be on my knees?”

Aina turned and flashed a quick smile. “And you’ll be wearing something a little…different.”


“…eh?”


———


I’ll admit…this was certainly a new experience.


It’s not to say that once we got back, I was dressed in anything uncomfortable. Far from it, these were probably even more comfortable than my regular clothes! But far be it from me to think of trying out traditional Japanese clothing while I was here. Aina kept pointing out a lot of the Japanese sounding names, so without trying to sound too much like an informercial, my attire was…unique.

The basics of it were that I was wearing a jacket over robes, which in turn were covered up below my more robes and all of it held together by a knot. Now putting together what Aina was calling it as she was putting it all on, there was the kimono I wore that was itself a fine navy blue color, the haori that I wore over it fastened with the himo in front. The haori himo - that is, the knot keeping my jacket on - was secured and in plain view in front of me right around my waist. And beneath that, the kimono was fastened together by an obi, hidden beneath the hakama that covered my legs. And beneath all of those layers - even the kimono that mostly covered me - was a fine white juban, which was basically like a shorter kimono, an undershirt for that kind of clothing.

With Aina’s help, I was even able to start walking around in those funky sandals that I’d seen the classic Japanese folk wearing - I believe she said they were called geta. It took a little getting used to, since I needed to be on the back of the shoe rather than pushing my foot all the way up to the front with the strap deep between my toes. I looked into the mirror once we were done and admitted that I felt like I’d stepped out of an old Japanese samurai flick. Aina found that funny before stinking the room up more than she had been.

With all that taken care of, I did my best to walk alongside her towards the traditional dining room. It took a while to actually get there, from where we were, but if the front of the house appeared to be a European castle, then it was the back side of the house where the real Japanese influence held out. Crossing over from the back entrance and across a wooden pathway, covered by its own roofing and located just a couple inches above a scenic river and garden, Aina huddled up on my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder. We stopped to take a look at some of the exotic flowers located in the garden, breathing in the fresh, clean, somewhat humid air around.


“Isn’t it beautiful?” she asked me.

“Yeah…almost as beautiful as you,” I responded, feeling her squeeze my arm with delight.

“You know, I think the outfit really suits you,” she complimented, tugging gently on my sleeve.

“You think so?” I asked, holding out my free arm. “I kinda like having this silk to rub against. It’s actually really nice!”

“Hehe, maybe I’ll get haha to let you take it home with you,” Aina chuckled, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

I chuckled back at the idea as another came to mind. “I’ve always wondered what something sounds like brushing past that silky layer,” I teased, reaching down behind to give a playful squeeze on my favorite part of her body, causing her to perk up at my touch and giggle before leaning into me.


*bbbbrrrrrlllllppprrrrrAAAAAALLLLLLPPPTTRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPRRRRRPPPTTT!!!*


Right past my hand, she let loose a blistering breeze push through my fingers and ripple the silk of her kimono about, causing it to flutter about beneath my grasp. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, catching whiff of the fetid fruity scent mixing in with the cherry blossoms in the garden into a uniquely sweet scent. As she finished off her ample thirty-second fart, I wrapped my arm around her hip and pulled her body closer - I could swear I felt my heartbeat synchronized with hers as she leaned against my chest and wrapped her arms with mine, her ear pressed against me.


I…I can’t even begin to imagine leaving this girl.


I’ve thought about it on different occasions though. I’d be lying if I had said my uncle didn’t give me good reason to fear the idea of staying with her. I mean, she’s the daughter of one of the richest people in the city, the CEO of the corporation that brought Rockette City out of obscurity and into the spotlight, the central driving force of technology for everyone. And arguably, he was the most fearsome guy in the city, rumored to be running an underground mob that did a slew of things in the background, the dark to his light. It could be said that he was the most powerful man in the city.


But…she’s not him. And I’ve grown to love that about her.


She doesn’t seem ruthless or powerful or intimidating. She’s calming, innocent, almost a beacon of hope for a guy like me. I imagine this all sounds a bit heavy-handed, but I guess what I’m trying to say in this moment - in this point in time, where we’re standing on a bridge in a garden with cherry blossoms, dressed in traditional Japanese clothing and wrapped in each other’s arms…


“…I’ll never let go…”


Aina looked up at me with a wide smile, hearing me say that so quietly. She stood up on her tiptoes and gave me a kiss on the scruff of my goatee, a move that I knew I needed to respond with a longing embrace of our lips for much longer. For a moment, for the two of us, for that infinite expanse of time between seconds…the world stopped. It was just us now, us together. Us forever.

Eventually though, all eternities must end, and we broke away from our lip lock to look into each other’s eyes. I can’t help but stare deeply into those eyes, like wells of water covered in moss. We stared at each other before Aina finally nodded back over towards across the bridge.


“We should probably get going,” she said quietly. “Haha will be waiting for us.”

“And we can’t keep her waiting any longer than we have already,” I noted.

She chuckled. “Don’t worry,” she said seductively. “We’ll have plenty of time to ourselves this trip. Just you and me.”

“And your mother with her mansion of servants.”

“Come on, you silly butt~”

“You’re the silly butt.”


Aina rolled her eyes and tugged on my arm, prompting me to follow her. She pushed aside the frame to reveal the simplistic dining room before me. The table was still in the center of the room, but it was much much lower to the ground. In place of chairs, ornate cushions were spread around the table as seats. In one particularly spacious corner of the room, a man with his back to us was cutting away at something. From the sound of it, it was meat, perhaps to cook or even to prepare sushi for us. From where we were though and from his position blocking us from seeing what he was up to, there was no way to tell.

Aina gestured me towards the table, and I obliged, removing my shoes and taking a seat on one of the cushions. She knelt down and rested herself on her heels, gesturing that I should do the same as opposed to me sitting on my butt like I had just done. I rearranged myself into the new position, moving and shifting around until I was some form of comfortable on the cushion. It was certainly different than what I was used to back in Rockette City, but at least I had a good guide to help me out.


A moment passed as our cook seemed to call out through a curtain in the room, saying something in what sounded like Japanese. I turned to Aina for confirmation, who leaned over and explained, “He’s having one of the other boys prepare the noodles.”

“You think we might have some noodles tonight?” I asked, wondering what unique dish would be brought up tonight.

“Of course!” Aina replied. “Haha loves her udon, and she may be having them cook a special meal for us as well.”

Udon noodles? Meat? Perhaps it was to be a soup. I sighed in relief though, at least she wasn’t going to have me try some crazy foreign dish without asking if I was allergic to shellfish or not. Not that I’m allergic to shellfish, but it’s nice to get some consideration in regards to dinner. That all being said, it was now taking her a while to show herself. I thought for a moment I heard the sound of thunder in the distance.

One of the boys helping out came in through the screen door, resting himself on a cushion on the table. “Hope you won’t mind that Manami is running a tad late,” he said apologetically. “Could I interest you in some sake in the meantime?”

“Absolutely!” Aina immediately responded, bowing politely. I smiled and nodded to the young man, dismissing him from the room. A couple minutes later, he returned with a sake bottle and two small cups, pouring the clear steaming liquid into each before resting the bottle back down, bowing to us, and leaving once more. Aina wasted no time in chucking down her glass as I took more care in sipping mine.


“Does your mom do anything special?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” Aina asked back as a mysterious noise rumbled through the room briefly.

“Well, from the sound of things,” I said, “something big is going on. I don’t suppose she’s setting up some sort of mech to come tearing through the wall.”

“No, that’d be silly,” Aina replied. “She’s always like that when she has to go.”

“…to go?” I wondered aloud, taking a sip.

“Yeah, you know…’go’…”

I raised an eyebrow at Aina’s comment, the sound of thunder roaring distantly. “You mean like…’go’ go?”

“Yeah, like ‘go’ go.”

The rumbling thunder again. “Is there a storm coming or something?” I wondered aloud again, seeing as some of the furnishings trembled for a moment.

Aina held a hand up to her mouth as she stifled a chuckle. “No, like I said,” she clarified, “that’s haha.”

“…that’s…haha?


And then it all clicked.


I felt my face go red as another thunderous interlude hummed through the air, with even the lights flickering a little. I nervously brought the cup of sake up to my lips once more, taking the rest of it in a single gulp. Her mother, wherever she was, was now apparently “going” somewhere…and if she was Aina’s mother, whom I knew was already a powerful farter…


“…wow…”


Aina simply leaned over and smirked. “Where do you think I got it from, silly?” she teased, leaning herself into me a bit more.


*pppllllrrrrrfffflllllrrrrrrpppllllrrrpppttrrrrrpppp~*


Her plump butt cheek rippled with the fabric of her kimono as she let out a loose flapping fart, one that sent shivers down my spine. It was moments like this where I knew she could be so alluring, letting such wind from her rear end out while seductively glancing at me. I could already breathe in the subtle fumes of raspberry and cherries mixed together in a fruit bowl left out in the midst of a den, a refreshing breeze that turned foul near the end of its nearly seventeen second parade. I just looked at her, her lips so close to nearly touch my nose.

“I’m just…astonished,” I said dumbly, even smiling a bit goofily.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the word,” Aina teased, reaching down and patting my sensitive bulge beneath the clothing. I felt my face flush even more.

“N-not now, she could be here any minute,” I said as I heard that ominous thunder rolling again. And that wasn’t making it any easier for me with the horny hurricane in front of me!

“Oh she won’t mind - she’s pretty occupied at the moment,” Aina continued, pressing herself up against me. I could swear I saw the chef roll his eyes out of the corner of mine. Not that it mattered much, as my vision became wholly green as Aina nuzzled herself against me. She pressed her lips against mine as a ripe ripple ripped out of her rear again. I felt her hand go inside the open flap of my haori, but I grasped her arm before she could get too far.

“Later, dear, I promise,” I said, pushing her back. “We’ll have a whole room together by ourselves that I’d like to…save this for.”

At first, Aina gave me a stern pout, her bottom belch weakening significantly; but once she heard me say that last bit, she was all smiles and powering out the rest in order to finish up what she could for now. Then she returned to her seat, straightening herself out as the distant thunder faded away, a sign that her mother must have finally finished.


What a woman she is…


A few minutes passed as we sat there quietly, Aina making teasing pokes at my side to both of our amusements, until finally her mother entered in through the doorway on the other side, her smile as bright as the colors of her kimono. She strolled in and took her seat in front of us across the table, signaling for the chef that he could bring out the dishes at his leisure.

“I hope you don’t mind my tardiness,” Manami said. “I had to take care of some business first.”

“Not at all,” I answered back. “It’s no trouble, really.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” She looked down at my garb with a smile. “I see it all fits perfectly on you.”

“Yes, it’s rather comfy,” I noted. Then I remembered who had been in charge of getting the extra clothes. “Your husband’s got an eye for detail.”

Manami laughed at that as the chef brought over a pot of herbal tea and some small cups. “You might say that,” she said. “He’s always been very good about that.”


At this point, it was when I felt something I wasn’t sure I’d feel while I was here. I felt rather…homey. Sure, it wasn’t my own family, the area was set up in an entirely different time and place, and I was still debating whether or not Gareth was the type to crush a man’s skull in his hands. But sitting here amidst the incense being lit, having a traditional Japanese-style meal while wearing Japanese-style clothes…I felt calm. I felt relaxed. I felt…


I felt like I was becoming part of the family more.


And if anything, it’s always good to know who your family is. “So how did you and Gareth meet?” I asked Manami as she took to pouring each of us a cup of tea.

“Ohhh, that’s a wonderful story,” she said, filling my cup up before moving over to Aina’s. “I was growing up out in the Japanese countryside when I was a young girl, and one day when I was in my twenties, my mother wanted to bring me out to the city for the weekend. My sister had already moved out by then, so it was just the two of us heading into Tokyo. And there, that’s when I met him - of all places at a street vendor’s!”

“A street vendor?” I would’ve believed hearing that he was working with the Secret Service protecting the President and had saved Manami from a fleeing terrorist. This story was…far more tame, casual. I couldn’t help but look over at Aina as I recalled how casual our first encounter had been…even if I did plan on bumping into her cart that day.

“Oh yes,” Manami continued before finishing off pouring her own cup and setting the teapot down. “He was trying out the udon, actually, and we got to talking with each other. I was entranced by everything about him - his rugged looks, his clean attire, his talk of all the technological advances he was looking into. It showed so much of him in just a single hour. My mother of course took note of that and invited him to dinner with us. And he stayed with us in our home until he was told he’d need to come back to America.”

Aina set her cup down after having drank from it and interjected, “Didn’t you and daddy have a good time in those fields?” She gave a sly wink to which I saw Manami’s cheeks tinge a light pink as she held her hand up to her mouth.

“Oh ho ho, I’m sure Freeman doesn’t want to hear about that,” she chuckled lightheartedly.

I couldn’t help but blush a little. “I think I’ve got a good idea,” I laughed politely, nudging against Aina’s side as the chef brought over three bowls of udon to the table. 

Laid within a light brown broth, the noodles of udon floated ever so gently within my own bowl, just visible beneath the scallions. The faint aroma of garlic tickled my nostrils, a scent I didn’t think would show up in a soup-based dish and was pleasantly surprised by. There was also an assortment of fresh veggies cooked into the broth alongside a large slab of pork, which had been gently cut in different spots to make things easier when pulling it apart. There was also another meat in the bowl, curiously cooked to a nice golden brown. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I imagined I’d find out soon enough.

Alongside these large bowls, the chef placed out an array of tempura, some sort of fishy cake shaped like a half-circle, and a curious red seasoning that looked to be some red pepper. I took a moment to survey the fixings on the table before us, with the ladies keeping their hands in their laps politely. I took the cue to not eat just yet - Aina would usually do it back at home, waiting until we were both ready with our dishes before clapping her hands together and saying-


“Itadakimasu!!”


I quickly mimicked the hand motion and said, “Itadakimasu,” before reaching over to the decorative chopsticks that I would be using that meal. It was nice to know all those years of going to Chinese fast food places and reading the instructions off the side of the packaging for the cheap wooden ones would still come in handy for the real deal. Resting one chopstick in the space between my thumb and index finger, I grasped the other similarly to how one would a pencil before taking note from mostly Aina’s reaching chopsticks to see what I might do.

“Don’t be shy, Freeman,” Manami said politely as she reached out with her own chopsticks to a piece of tempura and then a half-moon cake. “Feel free to try the kamaboko or the shichimi.”

I raised an eyebrow and caught sight of Aina’s chopsticks pointing out the objects in question - the kamaboko was the fish cake, and the shichimi was the red seasoning. I smiled and politely nodded, looking to at least try out the shichimi - which Aina pointed out was made of seven different seasonings. A few minutes passed amidst eating and having light conversation, in which we talked about my job as a janitor at the local school, more about Manami’s lifestyle, and complimenting the chef on his delicious udon.

“That really does hit the spot,” I mentioned, patting my filled-up belly.

Manami chuckled. “There’s nothing quite like a hearty bowl of udon,” she noted. I was tempted to note though that as I looked over, Aina was finishing off her own bowl. I don’t know why, but once she set it down I had a hunch that she would ask-

“You think there’s enough for a second bowl?” she asked curiously.

“Goodness, really?” Manami smiled with surprise. “I didn’t think you’d have grown such an appetite in so short a time!”

Aina just laughed. “I’m still a growing girl!”

“Is that why I come home to the scent of so much food having been eaten,” I jokingly teased, with Aina giving me a fair nudge.

Manami laughed at the display. “That certainly sounds like my little girl,” she commented, delicately tapping a napkin to her lips.


*gggrrrruummmmggglllrrrrrr*


A rumbling gurgle drew the group’s attention over to Aina’s stomach. She patted it down with a satisfied smack like a drum. “Either I’m hungry or that udon’s working through already!” she laughed.

“Now Aina, I wouldn’t want you to embarrass your boyfriend in front of me,” Manami warned her, giving her a glaring eye.

“It’s alright, Manami-san,” I said. “I’m honestly used to it.”

Manami raised an eyebrow at that. Then she looked at Aina, who gave her a broad smile. Then she looked back at me, to which I gave a smile of my own. I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks redden though, as though I’d admitted to something rather embarrassing…which I might as well have. Then she leaned to the side a bit.


*PPPPPRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRPPPPTTT!!*


My eyes widened as a fuming gust of wind blew out past her kimono, almost comically sounding like a flapping newspaper in a bicycle’s wheel spokes. It rang out for a solid few seconds - I felt like I’d lost count in my head after fifteen - before tapering out; for a moment, I thought I saw her kimono gently fall beneath as though it had been flapping out. And to be fair, it probably was.

After that potent display, the aftermath of which now swirled about our heads with a hint of stewed onion, Manami simply straightened herself out, smiled, and delicately asked, “That doesn’t bother you then?”

A moment of silence followed before Aina nearly burst out laughing at her mother’s display. “Haha, I thought you were saying NOT to in front of Freeman!” she chuckled through her tear-strewn eyes. I was exceptionally beet red, but I simply chuckled along with Aina and eventually with Manami as well. It was like nothing else really mattered at that moment - the levity of the moment was all that we needed.


*BBBBLLLRRRRRPPPTTRRRRLLLLLLLLFFFLLLLAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGRRRRPPPTTT!!*


Aina soon roared out with her own heated blast that caused her kimono to ripple again. She had deliberately pointed her butt towards me, letting me get hit full blast with the ripened stench of the spices in that udon - I could tell she’d had an extra bit of shichimi in her dish! It certainly outpaced Manami’s fart very quickly, and I made sure to keep tracking of counting till I reached a minute or so before she ceased her outburst. Manami still giggled as Aina continued to laugh at her fart.

“Oh man, that was a good one,” she chuckled, fanning her butt.

“Trust me, I can tell,” I pointed out to her, playfully waving my own hand in front of my face.

“Now now, Aina,” Manami intervened, “we shouldn’t taint the air too much with our esteemed guest. Remember, we are sophisticated, charming, graceful…”


*…ppprrrrrrrrrrrrrffflllllrrrrrRRRRRRGGGLLLLLLLRRRRRBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAALLLLLLFFFFFRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA-*


Manami continued to stun as she paused her sentence to comedically let loose a silent fart into the air that gradually evolved into a roaring beast. She sat up a bit from her kneeling position to get her own booty off of her feet, letting the kimono ripple beneath her gracefully as she continued to make her statement more ironic than anything.

“We are high society women and farting is absolutely beneath us,” she went on, her trumpet blaring out behind her and even causing a bit of shifting amongst the loose objects behind her. “We must present ourselves as nothing less than the esteemed and prestigious porcelain beauties that we are so portrayed by the common man.”


*-AAAAAAAGGGRRRRRPPPLLLLLLRRRRRFFFFLLLLLLLLRRRRRRPPPPSSSHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLBBBLLLLLLAAAAAAAARRRRRRR-*


“After all, if men knew that women like us could perform such an unsightly, immodest activity without so much as a hint of apology or shameful distaste, they would never be able to cope with themselves on it!” 

Her speech became more and more melodramatic as her fart became more baritone, with her even faintly putting her hand to her forehead, her palm outward and her fingers splayed out in an over-the-top fashion, as though she were in a Shakespearean play aiming to win a prestigious award of sorts.


*-RRRRRRGGGLLLRRRRRFFFFRRRRRRRRPPPTTT!!*


“And if they cannot cope, than what are we to do but seclude ourselves in private, blissfully releasing our foul winds to ourselves…”


And with that, her fart finally finished a good two minutes later from when it started. Manami breathed in deeply as she ended her monologue and sighed with a satisfied and yet quirky smile. I would have no doubt laughed at the display if it had not also been so exceptional and arousing. Regardless, I applauded her alongside with Aina as Manami rested herself down again, the scent of udon now mixed with a potent stench of garlic and spices.

“Your farts are always the best, haha!” Aina complimented.

Manami simply chuckled, placing her hand over her mouth. “No need for high praise, Aina dear,” she said. “You’re not too far behind yourself.”

To hear that from Manami…well, certainly it was a compliment to Aina, but the prospect that one day Aina might be farting as powerfully as Manami was…I seemed to space out for a moment in the thought of it, the only thing breaking me out of it was the chef pulling our empty bowls of udon away, a handkerchief teasingly pulled over his nose.

“Well, I’d say dinner was absolutely delightful,” Manami said cheerily as she stood up. “I’m so glad you could make it out here for that.”

“My pleasure, Manami-san,” I nodded politely. “It was a certainly a treat!”

Manami nodded back before looking towards Aina. “Well, why don’t you two make yourselves comfortable for the night,” she suggested. “I’d seek to entertain more, but I just remembered I need to fertilize the plants.”

“Not a problem!” Aina remarked, grasping onto my arm. “Come on, Freeman, let’s leave haha to her ‘fertilizing’.”

                                                                                                                                         

I’ll admit that I probably caught onto what they were referring to the moment Aina said “fertilizing”. I blushed a little as Aina laughed at their inside joke, but I think I was already savvy enough to know that I wouldn’t be seeing Manami for the rest of the night. Not just because of Manami, mind you. We politely said our good nights and headed off in our separate directions, with Aina grasping onto my arm as we made our way back to the bedroom.

Once we were inside and the door was closed, Aina grabbed me around my waist and pulled me over to the bed, an awkward walk if only because I was still wearing those geta from before. Still, we managed to collapse onto the sheets, and she laughed before giving me a small kiss and tightly hugging my waist. It was a little startling how quickly it all happened, but the overwhelming affection was simply revitalizing.

“What was that all about?” I asked curiously.

“I’m just happy you did so well with haha!” Aina replied, snuggling herself into me more.


*pppllllrrrrrrfffllllrrrrrrrrrppprrrrt~*


A melodious moist musical note rang out from her booty trombone, filling the air with the sweet scent of garlic and noodles. I breathed in the renewed stench of love and wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m glad that I’ve impressed then,” I said, rubbing her shoulder gently.

We lay there on the bed for a few minutes, just embracing each other’s company. Then Aina made the slow movement upwards to go for my lips, and, well…I did say she has the libido of a rabbit.

At long last, Freeman accompanies Aina to her home and meets with none other than...her mother!! What new and exciting adventures await them here at the Lagorio Estate?

Special thanks especially go out to :iconleshawk:, who drew this absolutely stunning picture of Manami Lagorio. Personally I think it's one of, if not absolutely his best work, but I'll let the image speak for itself.

Part 2: Aina: How I Met Her Mother P2
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ZenotoX's avatar
Very nice meetup and establishing the setting and reflecting it onto the mystery of Aina's background. Manami seems real sweet, but we still got another few stories to read. So far she's hot.