Javier slowly stirred, his eyes fluttering open as a familiar face came into view.
Mother?
No… wait. She's not Mother.
She has the same face, but her hairstyle is slightly different, and her voice carries a different tone.
His gaze drifted downward, landing on her chest.
Gulp… at least F cup.
He snapped his head away, shaking it vigorously.
No, no, no, no… stop looking at her breast, Javier. She might have the size of a melon, but according to her, Mother is her little sister, and that guy over there is Mother's little brother. That makes them my aunt and my uncle.
"Ah~ I'm glad you're awake, cutie pie~" Fayrene smiled softly, her expression gentle and relieved.
Javier let out a soft groan, rubbing his temples as he sat up.
Sigh… she also calls me by a nickname, just like Mother does. The difference is… Mother calls me "honey bun," and she calls me "cutie pie."
