I (30), Who Works for a Black Company and Died While Regretting My Gloomy Life,

Chapter 38

38-I was forced to confess that I like her to her mother.

In conclusion, I ate everything.

If you ask me if it was too much, it was.

However, Shijouin-san's enthusiasm for this luncheon was fully reflected in the dish quantity.

I kept moving my fork and spoon, rapidly filling my stomach with the food created by the hands of the person I love.

As a result, I could only see clean plates lined up in front of me.

(...I-It's... tight ...my belly is packed like a trunk...)

In retrospect, all I had to say was, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can fit anything else in my stomach anymore," and no one would suffer, so why did I insist on eating it all?

The answer is simple, I couldn't say that to the person I longed for, who did her best to prepare all these dishes for me.

It appears that my heart has more of a high school boy's spec than I thought it had.

"Phew... yeah, it was delicious... it was really great, Shijouin-san."

"Fufu... Sorry for the poor quality, I thought I made a lot, but I'm glad you ate it all!"

"Haha, it's pretty light..."

In reality, I was sweating heavily and it was hard to move my body, but I faked it and put on a strong smile.

"After all, a boy's appetite is amazing... my dad was saying recently, 'It's getting harder for me to eat fried food in large quantities... When I was younger, I could eat as much karaage as I wanted...' And he looked a bit sad."

Yeah, I know that sadness very well.

If I did the same thing with my 30-year-old body, I might have ended up in the hospital.

(It made me sad to feel old when I reached the limit of my oil tolerance just by eating one plate of kalbi at a yakiniku restaurant... and started to like Japanese food that had less flavor...)

"Speaking of your... dad, when you told your parents you were inviting me to your house, did he object or anything? When I talked to your mom earlier, she didn't seem like she was..."

"Eh? No, he didn't object at all. When I asked if I could invite my friend who took care of me during the test, they both nodded immediately."

"Oh, I see. I'm glad to hear that."

I thought her father might have had mixed feelings about his daughter inviting a boy over to their house... but apparently, my fears were unfounded.

He's the president of a large company, and a very tolerant and generous father.　

"Now that the lunch is done, I'll bring the dessert!"

(What?!)

Aaaaaaaahhh! T-That's right...!

Shijouin-san said, "I'll make lunch and sweets for you!" That's right! That's right! There will also be dessert!

(No, no... with my current digestive power, I could probably fit in dessert after an hour or so, but right now, it's impossible...!)

I can't help it. I'm going to confess honestly how bloated I am now–

"Hmm, there's no need to be so hasty, right Haruka?"

"Oh, Mom!?"

When I noticed, Shijouin-san's mother, Akiko-san, was standing beside her.

But when they stand side by side, they look more like sisters than parent and child...