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Hey there! Here's another update. I'm actually shocked with how fast I finished this one. Hope it doesn't feel rushed or anything. Enjoy!

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It’s hard.

It’s really getting hard.

Once again Jun had to excuse himself towards the bathroom. He doesn’t know if the others had already noticed it but for Jun it’s been rather a usual occurrence. Yes, it’s quite embarrassing for one to get aroused at the sight of a woman eating ice cream and a pregnant one at that but he just can’t help it.

Earlier, Mao and the boys gathered at the living room after they’ve finished eating dinner. Having complete Arashi members with Mao is quite a rare scene at the present so they’ve all decided to bond over watching a movie. Of course a good movie must be accompanied with great snacks. Aiba prepared popcorn for all but Mao preferred her ice cream. She’d already gotten over her weird pregnancy cravings and now she’s crazed over pistachio ice cream.

Everything was going smoothly until Jun shifted his focus on Mao. It wasn’t a case of him not enjoying the movie. He just happened to notice the way Mao was eating her current favorite dessert. She would take a spoonful and a part of it first, as if testing the waters. Then Mao would finish what’s left. She’d close her eyes and would display an adorable pout, both actions indicating her satisfaction. At times she would let her tongue circle to off excess ice cream. She would even off melted ice cream drops on some parts of her hand. Of course Mao was oblivious to the fact that just a few meters away from her an idol was watching her. However these seemingly innocent actions were not-so-innocent after all for Jun. In his vision, the way Mao would use her tongue to finish that sweet treat was very seductive.

The movie was not even halfway finished but Jun had to leave them. A cold shower would definitely be appropriate for situation. He just hoped the others would be too engrossed in the movie to notice his state.
 

“Oy Jun, what happened to you last night?” Aiba asked out of the blue.

The five were currently on their way towards an early shooting of VS Arashi. At times the silence inside the vehicle would drive Aiba to think of crazy games to ward off boredom. At other times such as this, curious questions would suddenly pop out of the animal-lover’s mouth that would make his co-members caught off guard.

“What do you mean, Aiba-chan?” Jun replied without turning to the other idol. He hoped Aiba wasn’t pertaining to his, well, hard situationlast night.

“Well… While we were in the middle of watching that movie Mao-chan picked, you suddenly disappeared from your seat.”

“Maybe Jun simply didn’t want the movie, Aiba.” Sho answered. He couldn’t help but listen to the conversation of the two.

“You may be right. But the weird part is I saw him leave the bathroom after and Jun looked like he just came from a shower.”

“What’s so weird about that?” Jun defended himself.

“Wasn’t it rude of you to do that? You could have taken a bath after the movie. Mao-chan would have thought you didn’t like the movie she picked. She may not watch a movie with us again.”

“Is that so?”Jun acted as if he wasn’t aware of that. Well, as long as he’d work his way out this Aiba situation, he was willing to act innocent. “I’ll take note of that.”

Aiba looked satisfied with his answer and Jun thought it was over, that much was true. Until Nino decided to speak up.

“Maybe he had an urgent situation to take care of, right J?” The gamer smirked at him.

“What?” Jun didn’t like the tone of Nino’s voice, along with his look on him.

“Just admit it already, J.”

“Admit what?” Jun raised his voice a bit.

Nino lowered his DS and looked straight into Jun’s eyes. “That you had a hard on during the movie.”

Silence filled the vehicle for a minute.

“What the hell Nino?” Jun tensed up.

“But the movie wasn’t even arousing.” Aiba stated.

“Well I personally think it wasn’t the movie which caused that reaction on Jun. Mao did.” He again grinned mischievously.

“Since when did you become my stalker, Nino?” Jun exclaimed. Of all the people who could have noticed my situation, it really had to be Nino huh…

“I just happened to notice it. And mind you, it was very much noticeable.” Nino emphasized. “You’re quite lucky Mao wasn’t aware of it.” He smirked again which very much irked Jun.

“Such lively conversation were having, right guys? Right Riida?” Sho wanted to shake off the tension between the two youngest members and he thought Ohno was best at this.

“Anou… Guys…” Ohno started. “Even I get a hard on sometimes because of Mao. There’s nothing to be ashamed of Jun.” He patted him at the back.

Sho literally facepalmed. He thought Riida would at least reprimand the two. He never thought the fishing enthusiast would admit to having the same situation as Jun.

“Have you noticed the changes in her body? Pregnancy did Mao good, and I mean very good.” Aiba mentioned.

“Are we seriously having this kind of erted conversation?” Sho chided.

Not minding the caster, Nino decided to continue the flow. “I agree. She became round at the best parts of her body…”

This kind of talk persisted until they reached their destination, much to Sho’s dismay.

What would Mao-chan think if she’d heard this conversation about her?

Shake it! Shake it! Shake It, the body!
Shake it! Shake it! Shake It, the body!

“Kyaa~!!!” Mao shrieked in delight when she finally heard this song.
 

Since she already all of today’s chores, Mao found herself with nothing to do. She wasn’t in the mood to draw or make designs either so Mao decided to watch a movie. But seeing that she already watched all of the movies in the boys’ collection Mao turned her attention to their collection of concert DVDs. She never had the chance to watch any of Arashi’s works. Mao realized this just now.

“It’s about time to learn what Daddy does for a living, babies.” She whispered as she caressed her bulging tummy.

Randomly picking one, Mao fished out the Arafes 2012 Live Tour DVD. She plugged it on the dvd player and plopped unto the sofa.
She was overwhelmed with the number of people that attended Arashi’s concert. The whole Kokuritsu was filled with screaming fans.

“Sugoi!” Of course she was proud of them.

Mao clearly enjoyed the first ten minutes of the dvd, particularly the part where lots of balloons were released into the air. Now it was the time for their stage greetings. “Babies, look!” She pointed to the screen, as if telling her unborn children to pay attention towards the screen.

“That’s Jun-papa!” She pointed at him as Jun charmed himself towards the screaming audience.

Kokuritsu! Are you ready?!

“Hai!” Mao replied.

Are you ready?!

“Hai hai!” Mao screamed even louder

The five of us will make all of you 70000 people here happy! Enjoy the show until the end!

“Kyaah!” Mao was completely enjoying the show.

Irashaimase! Irashaimase!

“Ah~ It’s Nino-papa!” It was Nino’s turn to greet the audience.

Are you having fun?!

“Hai!” Mao’s tension was way up.

Let’s all have fun until the end!

“Kyaah!” Mao screamed again in delight.

Are you all hyped up?! Aiba wanted to increase the audience’s tension.

“Aiba-papa is there! Look!”

Mao responded every time Aiba demanded more screaming from them. Never mind if she screamed her heart and lungs out just to do so.

Hai~

Mao finally heard Ohno’s voice. “That’s Ohno-papa!”

Hai~ It was Ohno’s trademark to greet the audience with an escalating pitch.

Today is certainly an Arafes festival! Have fun with us!

“We will!” Mao yelled in response.

How are you doing, Tokyo~~~ 

“Kyaah! Sho-papa is so cool!” With that Mao may had finally become a new Arashi fangirl.

We’re all ready, you know!
Let me hear you say, Arashi!

“Arashi!” Mao shouted

Arashi!

“Arashi!”

Motto Arashi!

“Arashi!

Motto Arashi!

“Arashi”

Please enjoy Arafes ‘til the end!

“Kyaah!” Clearly, Mao was enjoying this Arashi experience.
 

When the “Shake It!” song was played, Mao couldn’t help but fan herself up to prevent fainting. The sight of the boys ing and shaking their hips and pelvises drove Mao crazy. She suddenly felt hot. Her body temperature may have been raised a couple of degrees. Jun being the center in this song was not helping with her situation.

“Kyaah!!!” Mao screamed at the top of her lungs every time each of the boys held their crotch area and their hips into the air. A couple of pillows may have also been thrown away from the sofa during this incident.

She also squealed when the boys displayed actions for fanservice.

But what really drove Mao out of her wits was when Jun turned and stripped his shiny blue polo shirt off.

The sweat on his fair and toned body added to his iness and Mao very much appreciated that. Jun was already handsome and y to begin with but this performance which showed his passion really made Mao admire him more.

 Mao had to stand up and drink a glass of water after that sizzling performance. “Whoa. That was intense.” She just had to cool off.
 

Mao was very much engrossed with what she was watching that she did not hear the coming of Arashi.

“Tadaima! Eh Mao-chan? Since when did you become a fan of ours?” Nino was the first to enter the living room.

“Eh? You’re here already.” Mao was caught off guard. She immediately looked for the remote and turned off the dvd.

“Oh don’t mind us, Mao-chan! Continue what you’re watching.” Aiba smiled at the blushing woman.

“Eh? Uhm… I’m quite embarrassed.” Mao covered her face in embarrassment.

“Don’t be shy. We’re the ones who should be embarrassed. I mean you are looking at our piece of work. You’re bound to see some
glitches and imperfections in our performances.” Jun added after finally taking off his shoes and arranging them in the genkan.

Sho and Ohno also entered the room.

“Eh… Arafes huh.. That’s our latest dvd. I wonder when Johnny-san will release another live tour concert dvd. I bet the fans are already anticipating another one.” Ohno commented as soon as he saw the cover of the dvd laid down on the center table.

“I think so too. Mao-chan, have you watched other concert dvds?” Sho inquired.

“This is actually the first one. Gomen.” She bowed herself in apology. Mao had been living with Arashi for a couple of weeks already and yet she only watched their work now.

“Well that’s okay. You have plenty of time to do so. Our collection of concert dvds here is complete. You can even get to watch the earlier ones.”

“You mean you want Mao-chan to see us in our skinny and awkward era, Sho-chan?” Nino chuckled as he left for his room.

“Well, he’s right. Unless you want to laugh your heart out Mao-chan, I suggest staying away from our debut era concerts.” Jun added. He also excused himself and left them.

“Alright. Alright. Got it. Now go change your clothes while I prepare food for you, guys.” Mao stood up and left for the kitchen.

“Hai hai, Oka-san~” Nino playfully replied with brought a smile to Mao.
 

Mao decided to cook soba for them as an afternoon snack. It was still early for them to have dinner but she guessed the five were hungry and exhausted from work so Mao hoped to help them replenish their energy.

Just a few minutes later, Arashi members were helping themselves with the dish Mao made. Sho was the last to reach the table and in his haste to eat, he clumsily spilled some hot soba on himself.

“Ittai! Ittai! Atsui! Atsui! (Ouch! Ouch! Hot! Hot!)” The caster yelped in pain.

“Aish.. Sho-chan, be careful!” Aiba looked concerned.

“Are you alright, Sakurai-san?” Mao stood up and fetched some paper rolls. Wanting to help Sho, she mindlessly dabbed the liquid off the man’s torso.

Sho instinctly popped off the buttons of his shirt and took it off, revealing his very much toned chest and abs to the rest of the group. Only when Sho did this, Mao was brought back to reality. She blushed at the sight of this man’s body that she couldn’t help but admire.

“Ah.. Anou.. I’ll fetch you a new shirt.” Mao mumbled and then took off.

“Way the go, Sho-chan. You clearly scared her with your nadegata.” Nino commented as he slurped some soba.

“But it was hot. I had to take off that shirt.” Sho reasoned.

“Just be careful next time neh?” Aiba stated as he poured soba onto a bowl and gave this to the caster.

Meanwhile, Mao was still flushed with what happened. She can still feel the blood rushed into her cheeks.

“Yosh! Yosh!” The pregnant lady inhaled and exhaled deeply. “I will not be affected. I am not affected.” She repeated this chant as she worked her way back to the dining table.

“Here you go, Sho-san. I just grabbed the first one I could find.” She handed him the shirt without eye contact.

“Arigato, Mao-chan. Sorry about the mess I made. I’ll be the one to wash the dishes as an apology.”

“Yeah. Uhm. Sure.” Mao almost whispered her response. “Uhm. Let’s eat neh?” She urged the boys to eat, still without facing Sho.

What Mao hadn’t notice was the fact that ever since she came back, her face was beet red. And even though she tried so hard to act natural, Jun could sense her uneasiness.
 

While Sho was washing the dishes as he volunteered to do so earlier, the others scattered around the house to do their thing.

Aiba was in the gym area, doing his weekly workout routine. Not that he needed that actually. Mao thought as she passed by this room.

She didn’t know what possessed her to do this but she just stayed at that spot where she was currently standing for a few minutes. Mao was like a goldfish owner staring intensely at her new pet in the fishbowl. She didn’t know why but suddenly seeing Aiba covered in sweat and everything was a treat.

It would be nice if I could wipe off that sweat with my hand towel.

Wait.

What? What was I thinking? Mao shook herself.

Am I really turning into a rabid fangirl? Mao mentally asked herself.

Before Aiba could notice what she’s doing, the lady designer finally walked away, but not before taking a last glance at the idol.
 

Mao was planning to go back to her room when she heard the playing of the piano. Being idols of course there had to be a music room in their house. Mao followed the tune and her feet brought her towards it. The room was supposed to be soundproof but for some reason the door was not fully closed that’s why the sounds managed to escape. Well since it was Nino who’s playing, the others did not bother notifying him this. After all, who doesn’t want to listen to some skillful piano playing?

Mao didn’t want to bother Nino so she contended herself with just listening outside the music room. She stand beside the door and closed her eyes to enjoy the music. Sadly though she doesn’t recognize the song the idol was playing.

Curious enough, the pregnant lady took a peek inside the room. She saw Nino skillfully manipulating that music instrument in the middle of the room. He was very much absorbed in what he was doing. The way he turns his head in tune with how he fingers the keys was, to put simply, ic.

What the hell is wrong with me? Have I ever been this erted? 

Mao slapped herself as if to ward off the erted thoughts in her head. But then she couldn’t help but steal another glance at the idol.

Oh Kami-sama! Nino-san looks so hot when he’s playing the piano. I wonder how it would feel to be slammed against it during se—

Yabai! Yabai! I’m becoming a !
 

Before another erted idea could enter her mind, Mao decided to leave that spot.

I’m going to my room. I’m going to my room. My room. That’s the destination. My room.

Inoue Mao continued this chant as she walked towards her room. And just as expected, she was distracted by the sight of Ohno making art.

“Ah! Ohno-san! Are you making a new art piece?” Mao decreased the distance between them.

“Yeah. I’m thinking of venturing into pottery. During filming I read a magazine about it and became curious so here I am, trying to make one of my own.” He smiled at the lady and then continued to mold the muddy clay.

“Ah Mao-chan, would you like to try?”

“Eh? But I haven’t done anything like that! I might ruin your work.” Being an artist herself, Mao didn’t want to mess up others work.

“Daijoubu! Daijoubu! I’ve just started anyway and I haven’t really gotten something in mind. Sit here and I’ll teach you.” Riida stood up and made Mao sit in that little stool. He left for few seconds and returned with an apron at hand. “You might want to wear this.”

Ohno himself placed the apron on Mao and even was the one who tied its laces around her waist. Good thing he was behind Mao or else Ohno would have noticed how red Mao was.

“Here’s what you’ll do.” He grabbed hold of Mao’s hands and let her hold the clay.

“Ah! It’s cold!”

“Oh yeah. Sorry, I forgot to tell that. You’ll get used to it eventually. Now as you pump the pedal, this machine will spin faster. You have to control the speed carefully. Being too slow nor too fast will not yield good results…” Ohno continued to give pointers about making this clay pot.

Even though Mao tried to listen to what Riida was saying, it was really hard to concentrate given their current state. He sat immediately behind Mao and only a few centimeters were between them. Ohno was oblivious to this fact apparently while Mao on the contrary was very much aware of their position. Aside from that, the fishing leader still hasn’t let go of her hands, wanting to teach Mao the proper way of molding the clay. Mao really didn’t know what else to do since she’s trapped in this almost-hugging position.

“There you go! Mao-chan, you’re great at this! You should help me some more neh?” Ohno finally let go of her hands but now placed his on Mao’s shoulders to give encouragement.

“Really? Wow. Okay. Sure. Uhm. Next time though. I, uhm, I have to do. Uhm. I have to draw some designs. Anou.. Gomen.” It was rare for Mao to babble like this. She must truly be affected by Ohno.

“Is that so? Hmmm.. Okay then. We’ll do this some other time neh?” A hint of disappointment was in his voice.

“Gomen. Thanks for teaching me though. I appreciate it. Ja!” Mao bowed curtly and excused herself.

Yabai! Yabai! Just what am I getting into? Now it’s Ohno-san? Behave yourself Mao!

Mao scolded herself internally. She was completely occupied with her thoughts that she bumped into someone.

“Ah~ Gomen. I wasn’t looking properly.” She apologized while facing the floor.

“It’s okay, Mao-chan.” Recognizing the voice, Mao looked up. “Better be careful next time neh.” A smiling Jun warned her.

Mao opened in attempt to reply in courtesy but she wasn’t able to do so when she finally realized what exactly greeted her. Matsumoto Jun just happened to be clad in a large bath towel secured at his hips. And from the looks of it, that piece of clothing was the only thing he had on at the moment.

Of all the instances I could have bumped into him, it just had to be right after his shower. Great. 

She really had to force closed before saliva could seep through.

Oh Kami-sama! Thank you for creating this beautiful creature in front of me!

Mao of couse had already seen his body but that was months ago. It was refreshing to see it one more time. Jun wasn’t very much muscular like those monstrously-perfect bodies of Kpop idols but his body was ideally sculpted. Mao sure took her sweet time to absorb the sight in front of her. Her eyes outlined every toned muscle and she really fought hard not to reach out her hand and touch his bare torso. Their distance from each other enabled her to notice drops of water coming from his still wet hair.

“Hey. Mao-chan, are you okay?” Jun waved his hand at her face. “You look a bit flushed. Do you have a fever of anything?”

“No. I’m perfectly fin—”

As if it wasn’t torture enough to see him half-, Jun touched Mao’s forehead with his own forehead.

Taken aback, Mao could only gulp in response. Her heart was wildly beating and it seemed that at any moment it could jump off her chest.

After a few seconds, Jun let go, ending Mao’s internal suffering. “Nope. You don’t seem to have fever. Maybe you should rest for a while, Mao-chan.”

“Ah. Yeah. I, I should rest.” Again, Mao stuttered in response. She excused herself and then almost ran towards her own room.

“Yosh. Mission accomplished.” Jun smiled to himself.
 

Yabai.
Yabai.
Yabai.

I’ve finally turned into a erted pregnant lady.

How is it that I can be even at this state? 

Then it hit her.

. That’s it. Hormones. This is what it’s all about.

Mao exhaled in relief.

I thought I was falling in love or something. Oh boy. That would be bad.

Being completely defeated with everything that happened, Mao let herself drift into a deep slumber.
 

Ah! I moaned as he nuzzled down my neck. I was on my back and he had both my wrists. I could only moan as pleasure started enveloping my body. When he was satisfied with the nuzzling, he forced me to face him. Before I could even look him into his eyes, his lips were already crashing into mine. I closed my eyes as his taste drowned me in ecstasy. He was skillful with his fingertips, knowing where to touch me in the right stops. His lips travelled south and when it reached my most sacred part, I screamed in pleasure. After making sure I was nearing my peak, he slipped into me. Every was coupled with a hungry kiss. My inaudible whimpers turned into screams as I neared my . At the very last moment, I heard myself yelling out his name.
 

Mao had suddenly woken up, eerily though since it was completely quiet and no alarm was set off.

“Yabai.” She muttered.

I now remember.