390 Will You Come?

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Even if Koko hadn't been thinking very straight with her arm around Emilia's slim waist, the freckled girl still had enough survival instinct to realize that being taken to the kitchen by her mother couldn't possibly bode well.

After all, Koko had already been forbidden from entering the kitchen for years, and the only 'exceptions' her mother made were the type that ended in an ass-beating.

"I'm sorry, mom, but I promised to accompany Emilia personally after our date, so I can't help you in the kitchen."

Looking at the 'helpless' look on the freckled girl's face as she emphasized the words 'our date', the middle-aged woman barely resisted rolling her eyes as she continued to smile. "It will only take a few moments, dear. I'm sure Emilia won't mind, right?"