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Hahari sat with Rentarou alone in her bedroom that night, panting and red-faced.
"Oh, Rentarou baby," she whined. "I-I don't know if that'll fit..."
Rentarou swallowed nervously, and Hahari understood with a solemn nod. It was time for him...to become a man.
"I promise, I'll make it fit to make you happy," Rentarou swore, and he shoved his finger through it.
Sure enough, the glove ripped a little, and Rentarou gasped.
"Oh no. I didn't mean to—" Rentarou began to panic. "You had it made for me and everything!"
"Oh, it's okay," Hahari smiled. "Come here. Let Mommy take care of you."
"Would that make you happy?" Rentarou asked, slumping over in his old-fashioned dress that Hahari made for him to play dress-up with her.
"Yes. Come here, Rentarou baby." Hahari held her arms open for him.
Rentarou complied, crawling up to her and sitting between his girlfriend's legs, smiling softly. Hahari hugged Rentarou close with a squeal, unintentionally suffocating him with her boobs.
"You're just so adorable!" Hahari cried, kissing the top of Rentarou's head.
"H-Hahari!" Rentarou gasped, sitting up all red-faced. "Let me take care of you!"
Hahari froze, blinking. She then wiggled a little, looking shy.
"If you're sure...please, be gentle."
Rentarou nodded once. "Of course. How do you want it, Hahari?"
Hahari thought for a moment before turning around, glancing back at him through her eyelashes. "F-From behind, if that's not too much to ask..."
Rentarou nodded and leaned against the headboard, pulling Hahari gently to his chest. He began running his fingers through his hair, murmuring softly.
"You're always taking care of us, Hahari...someone should help take care of you."
Hahari's eyes teared up, and she sniffled, letting her motherly walls down. "R-Rentarou..."
"Shhh..." Rentarou's voice was still kind. "You're always doing things for us, whether it's giving us financial assistance or getting us where we need to be. You even got Tama a job that she doesn't have to stress too much over." Rentarou kissed the top of Hahari's head. "You deserve to be spoiled a little."
Hahari's mind drifted to Hakari's father, who had said the same thing a long time ago. Hahari suddenly burst into tears, turning over and burying her face into Rentarou's chest.
"Rentarou baby!" she sobbed. "I'm so sorry!"
"H-Huh? Why are you sorry? Are you okay!?"
"I-I thought of Hakari's father just now." Hahari sniffled and looked up. "Isn't that terrible?"
"Of course not," Rentarou reassured her. "He was your first love and the father of your child. If you still love him and think of him, I feel it's completely fine. You're not cheating or doing anything wrong. I believe you have enough love in that big heart of yours to love us both. It would be wrong and selfish of me to ask you to give up that love."
Hahari let out another sob.
"If you want, I'd be willing to dress up as him," Rentarou offered.
Hahari shook her head, a small smile forming on her lips as she hiccuped. "No. It's alright." She looked up with pleading eyes. "Rentarou baby...please...?"
Rentarou's face drained of color.
Drool pooled from the corner of Hahari's mouth at the sight in front of her.
Rentarou was wearing a sexy maid dress with a large bow in his hair.
Hahari swooned at Rentarou's look. "You look adorable, Rentarou baby!"
Rentarou averted his eyes, looking slightly nervous. However, he sighed. "I-I'm glad you're enjoying this, Hahari..."
Hahari pulled Rentarou into a hug, feeling her heart full for the first time that day. "I love you so much, Rentarou baby."
"I love you so much, too, Hahari." Rentarou hugged back with no hesitation.
Hahari pulled away with a smile, cupping her cheek with a blush forming. "Now, if we could just have you wear that onesie—"
"Hahari, please!"