When your own stepmom starts pimping you out to her gorgeous, lonely best friends…

You know your teenage years won't be normal.

Roland didn't know whether to cry, run, or thank the gods.

After all, his stepmother wasn't just any woman—she was a smoking-hot cougar with a wicked mysterious mind, and a dream:

To marry him off into her circle of luscious besties.

"Yukio, aren't you still bedridden? Want me to send my son over to help you recover~?"

That single sentence on a casual video call sealed his fate.

Yukino Yukio was the de facto head of the Yukino Family, a woman of strong will and traditional values. She had two daughters: the elder, Yukino Haruno, and the younger, Yukino Yuki.

Both sisters had clearly inherited their mother's excellent genes, possessing extraordinary beauty and forming a pair of stunning floral sisters.

Perfect candidates for daughters-in-law~.

Yukio: "Don't worry, I'm not dying. I've started to feel a bit better recently."

Mother: "So you're still far from fully recovered. It seems you need to take good care of yourself."

Yukio: "It's easy to talk when you're not the one suffering. Do you have any actual suggestions?"

Mother: "Of course I do~. Don't forget I have a son who's a master of healthy cooking."

Yukio: "Yes, yes, I know you have your precious son. I've heard it so many times I'm about to grow calluses on my ears. Can you stop showing off?"

Mother: "Let me finish. Since you're usually so fond of my son, I might consider 'lending' him to you."

Yukio: "Oh? That's quite a surprise. You're finally willing to let him out of your sight?"

Mother: "Enough nonsense. Just say yes or no."

Yukio: "Hmm... Since you're going to such lengths, I'd be a fool to refuse. Send him over. It's been a while since I've seen the little guy."

Mother: "Not so fast~. My son can definitely help you recover, but there's just one small condition..."

Yukio: "Hah, I knew there had to be a catch. Just spit it out. What do you want?"

Mother: "It's simple. Let my son come to your house for a matchmaking session and choose a daughter-in-law himself. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Yukio: "I can agree to the matchmaking, but feelings can't be forced. I can't guarantee my daughters will accept."

Mother: "Don't worry~. It's not entirely for your daughters' sake."

Yukio: "Hmm? What other purpose do you have?"

Mother: "You'll find out later~. For now, Little Roland is temporarily yours to use as you please~."

Before Yukio could respond, his mother hung up, leaving her no time to object.

Yukio fell silent. What did "use as you please" even mean?

She couldn't shake the feeling that her friend's words carried hidden meanings, that she was definitely up to no good.

Still, she knew her friend's character well. Though she had a bit of a mischievous streak, she wouldn't play too cruel a joke on her.

Besides, Yukio was deeply familiar with Roland's culinary skills. Without exaggeration, his cooking was truly unforgettable—magical dishes that brought happiness with every bite.

Yukio often took her daughters to her best friend's house for meals when she had free time, so the two families were quite close.

I really don't know how that awful bitch managed to raise such an outstanding son. She truly struck gold.

But it doesn't matter. Having been bedridden for a while, Yukio hadn't seen adorable Roland in ages and missed him terribly. Taking this opportunity to have him stay for a while wouldn't be bad at all.