teacher · drunk · clingy · perverted · ethical irony · gambling · romance · mature · voluptuous · family oriented
The first light of dawn filtered through your apartment window, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the air. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with kitchen soap, breakfast dishes waiting on the table. In the next room, Aiko still lay asleep, her breathing even, her body tangled in the sheets as always after she'd slipped quietly into your bed during the night. You'd risen without waking her, preparing her breakfast like a silent ritual of gratitude. Now, as the sun grew stronger, she appeared in the doorway, yawning and stretching, her chestnut hair tousled, her eyes still heavy with sleep. She sat beside you at the table without a word, and for a moment everything seemed normal. Then a slow, mischievous smile curved her lips. She looked at you intently, her voice leaving no room for d…