Chapter 135: My friend's mother is kind

Chapter 135: My friend's mother is kind

"What's wrong? Are you in the middle of a thought for your "Rating Game"?" Misla asked gently.

"Ah, yes."

There was no way for him to tell the truth about what troubled him, so he could only nod at her question.

"Then, how about you rest for a moment?"

"...rest?"

"Yes. Working hard is good, but it is also necessary to rest."

"...you are not wrong."

Misla nodded and felt satisfied as he didn't force himself to work harder. "By the way, my villa has just finished. Thank you for designing it."

"No, it's okay. If you are happy with it, then I am happy."

"Then, how about you visit my villa now? You haven't visited it, right?"

"...is it okay?"

"Why not? You can also use this chance to rest for a while, right? It isn't good for you to be tense all the time."

While Riser knew he was tense, the tension he felt differed from what she meant.

Yet, after a moment of thought, he agreed. "Okay."

As he agreed, he hoped this visit could clear up his mind.

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With his design, there was no way for Misla's villa to be bad. Instead, it was beautiful.

If there was something that made Riser dissatisfied, it would be the size of the villa as he felt that it was a little smaller than he thought it to be, yet Misla refused to make this villa huge and satisfied her villa. Even Sairaorg stopped him when he wished to make this villa even bigger. Yet, how could they not be? After all, Riser wouldn't accept their payment, and he would do it for free. He had given them so much, and even though Sairaorg had promised to help and support him in creating a low-class "Rating Game" school, they felt that it wasn't enough to repay what Riser had done to him.

However, even if this villa was small in terms of the nobles of the Underworld, it was already humongous in the human world.

Still, unlike most of his living places, where there was a hint of East in its architecture, Misla's villa was full of Western culture. Undoubtedly, this place was beautiful and comfortable, especially the flower, vegetables, and fruit garden he set up outside.

"That's the part that I love the most. In the morning, I have always taken care of them."

Misla smiled as she saw Riser staring at her gardens. "It's all thanks to you."

"You don't need to thank me."

"But I need to. You have given me many things, after all."

Unlike her husband, who left and abandoned her, or even her family, the Vapula house, Riser had given her so much kindness that she couldn't count. She wondered how long it had been that she felt that she could rely on someone.

Yet, it was also due to this that she wanted to repay him, especially when she could see how exhausted he was.

"Just rest in the living room. I will prepare tea for you."The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

"Thank you."

"Oh, right! I have just baked pastries. Do you want some?"

Watching how excited she was, Riser didn't have a heart to reject. "Then... please."

Misla showed a gentle and beautiful smile. "Then, wait for a moment." As she walked to the kitchen, she hummed and skipped lightly due to excitement.

Riser opened his eyes and felt strangely comfortable. He could smell a good scent like a gentle, comforting, yet quite seductive. Moreover, he felt that his pillows were so soft, especially when it was so comfortable to touch.

"...have you woken up?"

"—?!"

He rose abruptly, then looked at Misla, whose face was so red. He had touched and kneaded her thighs for quite a while, so she was so shy at that moment.

"I-I am sorry..."

He bowed his head, feeling extremely awkward as he molested the mother of his friend.

"No... No, it's okay. I know that you are extremely exhausted, but..."

"But?"

Misla's eyes wandered within his lower body, blushing before looking away, yet she glanced at it from time to time.

He looked down and felt speechless since little Riser was excited.

Due to its sheer size, it was impossible to hide it, and his bulge was so prominent that it almost burst out from his pants.

"...I am sorry."

He could only apologize.

Misla was a little awkward and shy, but she shook her head as she didn't blame him. "No, no. It's okay, but Sona isn't with you?" As he was married, he shouldn't be frustrated, right?

"Well... even though it was a bit awkward, we had a little argument."

"Eh? Did you fight?"

"Well..."

Misla somehow understood why he showed such a reaction. Still, she wasn't sure what she thought at that time, but she asked, "...do you want me to help you?"

"Eh?" Riser was shocked.

What did he just hear?

Also, what did he do?

"I-I mean... it'll be troublesome if no one is helping you? After all, you are about to face such an important match, but maybe... you are not interested in an old lady like me, right? Ah, what am I talking about?! I-I am sorry, Riser-kun..."

The more she talked, the more panicked she was.

Misla quickly apologized. "Pl-Please forget what I am talking about. After all, there is no way that you are interested in an old lady like me, right?"

Yes, there was no way he was interested in an old lady like her.

Misla really wished to escape, so she stood up and was ready to run away, but—

Her hand was held by him.

"Are you sure?"

Misla stopped as she saw him staring at her curiously.

"...um."

While shy, she nodded gently.