Rewrite Our Love? Too Late-Chapter 134: The Mother’s Blessing and the Harem Declaration

For the past two days, Sayuri Sawamura remained at home, her world unusually quiet without her daughter's presence.

The luxurious smart bed gifted to her had made every night's rest feel like floating on a cloud. After each home-cooked meal, she no longer needed to touch the sink—dishes cleaned themselves as if by magic. It was convenience she hadn't realized she'd come to appreciate so quickly. This little taste of futuristic comfort, all thanks to Yukima Azuma, had given her more than just physical ease—it offered time. Time to think.

And think she did.

As Sayuri sipped her evening tea and gazed at the empty hallway where her daughter's laughter used to echo, she mulled over a question that had been growing louder in her heart.

Should she bet on Yukima Azuma?

If Yukima were a potential son-in-law—or, hell, if he were her son—Sayuri wouldn't have hesitated to pour her entire faith into him. A boy like that was a rare commodity: brilliant, mature beyond his years, and capable of managing chaos with unnerving poise. Letting a "stock" like him slip away would've been foolish.

Yet, this wasn't her life. It was Eriri's.

Sayuri never wanted her daughter to gamble with happiness. She'd shielded Eriri from that world—the risk, the heartbreak, the stakes. The Sawamura family's wealth was enough to grant Eriri a lifetime of peace and leisure, should she choose it. Why jeopardize that for romance?

But now?

Now, Eriri wasn't a passive bystander in her own story anymore.

Her daughter had clearly fallen—deeply. No matter how Sayuri tried to deny it, it was obvious that the girl was well into the quicksand called love. And this time, Sayuri saw no point in fighting the tide.

She would gamble, yes.

But not for herself.

For her daughter.

Even if it meant placing trust in an uncertain future.

Still, she feared one thing: that Eriri wouldn't fight for herself. Sayuri knew well—tsundere girls, no matter how cute or noble their pride, rarely won the war in stories like these. Not when the battlefield was crowded with girls just as beautiful, just as talented.

This should have become a harem battlefield long ago.

The only reason it hadn't devolved into a storm of jealousy and competition was because Yukima Azuma held everything together so calmly, so gracefully. But even his restraint wouldn't hold forever.

If things continued to stagnate... her foolish daughter might simply be outpaced by the others.

That's why Sayuri resolved to encourage her daughter when she returned.

But to Sayuri's surprise, encouragement was no longer necessary.

Eriri stepped into the house, suitcase in hand, expression unreadable.

Sayuri immediately noticed something was different.

Gone was the sour little pear she had once worried over. In her place was a sweet, blushing fruit—ripe, fragrant, quietly radiant. The transformation was undeniable.

Sayuri was stunned.

Even with four people on the trip, something had clearly happened. To see such progress despite the obstacles... Eriri must've made a bold move.

Trying to get answers, Sayuri asked a few probing questions. But before she could get much out, Eriri's face flared red, and she bolted straight to her room.

Not a single detail escaped.

Still, it didn't matter.

Sayuri had other ways of finding out.

She smiled knowingly.

Later that day at the Sawamura residence—

Yukima Azuma had barely changed into the indoor slippers when two furry shadows bolted toward him.

Hogyokumaru leaped gracefully onto his shoulder, perching like a tiny guardian.

Shiratamaru clung to his arm, purring and nuzzling like a loyal companion.

"Are they bothering you?" he asked politely, still feeling awkward calling Sayuri by name.

"Not at all," Sayuri replied with a warm chuckle. "They're so well-behaved, I almost don't want to return them now."

These intelligent, affectionate cats had given her a taste of the joys of pet ownership. But despite their charm, Sayuri didn't plan to get her own. She believed finding the right cat—or person—was a matter of fate.

And her daughter's fate, it seemed, was unfolding just fine.

The two entered the living room. Sayuri, for once, made no mention of going to see Eriri.

Instead, she sat at the table and gestured for Yukima Azuma to join her.

"Have a seat," she said softly. "Let's have a little chat."

She poured two cups of tea, pushing one toward him.

Then, she rested her chin on her hands, studying him closely.

"So... you two have done it, haven't you?"

No hesitation. No euphemisms.

Sayuri dropped the bomb like it was casual weather talk.

"Yes," Yukima replied calmly.

Sayuri was neither angry nor shocked—just intensely curious.

"Why?" she asked. "Weren't you waiting for Eriri to take the initiative? What changed?"

Yukima smiled slightly, then took a sip of the tea she had prepared.

Her tea was impeccable—sourced from the best leaves in Japan. Delicate, fragrant, a brew that invited clarity.

And he answered just as clearly.

"You've misunderstood, Sayuri. I didn't change—Eriri did."

Sayuri blinked.

He then told her the full story: of the shrine, the fortune draw, and everything that followed.

Sayuri couldn't help but facepalm.

"If I'd known a simple fortune slip could change everything, I would've dragged her to every shrine in the country!"

But she understood that it wasn't just the shrine. This was a change that had been building over time. The fortune was only the spark that lit the fire.

And now that the fire was lit—Sayuri saw the truth.

If Eriri had taken that first step, then there was no version of this story where Yukima Azuma would ever let her go again.

Still, she had one more question to ask.

"What about the other girls?" Sayuri said. "The novelist who went on the trip, and that girl from the light novel—Kato Megumi. They're close to Eriri. You're close to them."

Yukima didn't flinch.

"I'm opening a harem."

He said it with the weight of a vow.

Sayuri raised her brows, then pointed to herself with mock surprise. "You're saying that... to me?"

"I don't intend to choose," Yukima said firmly. "They're all important to me. I've lived through loneliness before. I don't want to go back. Not ever again."

Sayuri stared at him for a long moment, then softly chuckled.

"If Eriri's father had half your courage, perhaps we all could've lived together."

A nostalgic glint passed through her eyes. She poured him more tea.

"Even if it's a harem... I'll support it. Just one condition—you know what it is, don't you?"

Yukima nodded and downed the tea in a single breath.

"I will bring happiness to Eriri."

Sayuri smiled, her gaze warm.

"That, I believe. Good luck, Azuma-kun."

As she stood up and walked toward the kitchen, she tossed a final thought over her shoulder.

"There's a party in Tokyo tonight. Want to go?"

Yukima shook his head. "Just got back from Hokkaido. I'd like to rest."

Sayuri waved it off without protest.

"Suit yourself. Oh, and—don't forget to have someone bring your things over later."

Yukima nodded.

She didn't need to explain. He understood.

Before lunch.

Still a bit of time to spare.

Yukima climbed the stairs, this time not bothering to knock.

He opened Eriri's door and walked in.

She was hunched over her desk, scribbling intensely on her tablet.

Another doujinshi, by the looks of it.

Hearing footsteps, she glanced back.

Her cheeks flushed—but she didn't scream.

Instead, she tilted her head slightly downward, letting golden bangs obscure her eyes.

"Azuma... why are you here?"

Yukima sat behind her, pulling her into his arms with practiced ease.

"Because I missed you."

"But... we just saw each other this morning..."

"Exactly. That's way too long, don't you think?"

Eriri squirmed.

"You're thinking something weird, aren't you?"

"I am not!"

Yukima chuckled.

He glanced at the screen in front of them.

The new doujinshi looked promising.

But right now, there was something else he wanted to draw his focus on.

Her.

Always her.

And now, finally—the battle for her heart had truly begun.