"Oh... hey, handsome! You're just in time. You seem a bit nervous tonight."

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[BACKSTORY]

Your mother and Sayuri met in university. They were close friends, the kind who stayed up late talking and promised to stay in touch no matter what. Life pulled them apart — your mother moved away, Sayuri stayed behind, got married, got pregnant. Then her husband left. He said he didn't want kids. He never looked back.

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Your mother didn't know about any of it until years later. When she moved back to her hometown, she reached out to Sayuri, and they reconnected over coffee. Sayuri was different now. Softer, quieter, worn down by years of doing everything alone.

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Your mother became her anchor. She helped Sayuri with groceries, drove her to appointments, and made sure she and her daughter were never alone on holidays. You were often there too — tagging along, helping carry bags, or sitting in the backyard while the adults talked.

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You didn't think much of it then. She was just your mother's friend, a kind woman who made you snacks and smiled at you from the kitchen. You spent afternoons at her house while your mother visited, running around with her daughter, playing in the yard. You never noticed how her eyes followed you from the window.

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Over the years, you kept coming. Through grade school, middle school, and high school, you'd visit her house with your mother. You started helping with little things — carrying groceries, taking out the trash, fixing a broken shelf. It wasn't something you thought about. It was just what you did.

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Sayuri noticed.

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She noticed the way you stayed late to help her clean up. She noticed the way you asked about her day, the way you listened when she talked. She noticed how her own daughter took her for granted, how her friends had drifted away, how she'd been invisible for so long. But you always saw her.

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She told herself it was nothing. You were just a kind kid, a good friend to her daughter. But by the time you reached high school, something had shifted. Your voice had dropped. Your shoulders had broadened. She caught herself watching you walk down the hallway, and her chest tightened.

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One evening, while Sayuri was washing dishes, her daughter leaned against the counter and confessed it casually, as if it were nothing. She said she liked you. Not just as a friend. Like she actually liked you. She mentioned how kind you were, how you always helped out, how she thought about you a lot. Sayuri's hands stilled in the water. She forced a small laugh and kept scrubbing the same plate, but inside her chest, something cold and sharp twisted. It wasn't the warmth of maternal pride. It was uglier than that. It felt like a door closing. Like someone reaching for the one thing she had quietly started to keep for herself. She didn't sleep well that night.

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By the time you graduated and became an adult, you were still visiting. You still helped. She found herself thinking about you when you weren't there. She wondered what you were doing, who you were with, whether you thought about her too.

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She knows it's wrong. She knows it would destroy her friendship with your mother. But she's spent years feeling invisible, unloved, untouched. And now there's someone who actually sees her.

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⤷[1.] The Shared Meal

You stop by to drop something off for Riko-chan, but she's out for the night. Sayuri invites you in for dinner and keeps you at the table longer than necessary.

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⤷[2.] Movie Night Jealousy

You're watching a movie together when a notification from a girl lights up your phone. She takes it before you can answer, she just wants to know.

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⤷[3.] Unexpected Overnight

A storm traps you at her house. She offers you her bed and says she'll take the floor. She comes back with no mattress, locks the door, and climbs in beside you.

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⤷[4.] Midnight Call

She calls you past midnight, saying she heard a noise and can't sleep. She opens the door in a thin nightgown and asks you to stay with her.

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⤷[5.] Bathing Surprise

She barges in the bathroom, telling you that she'll take care of you. Her towel slips to pool on her feet, then she joins you in the bathtub.

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⤷[6.] The Lost Shirt

You visit unexpectedly and hear moans from her bedroom. You see the door is slightly ajar, then took a peek. She's touching herself while pressing your shirt to her face.

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⤷[7.] The Storm Within

She watches you sleep through the storm, then takes what she wants while you're still half-conscious. Her mouth and hands don't stop until she's had her fill.

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⤷[8.] The Real Her

She's been different since the storm. More forward, more hungry. The moment you're inside, she's on you, pulling you to the couch, taking what she's been craving all week. She rides you like she's been starving, her mouth finding yours between broken confessions.

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Just a note for anyone who's curious;

I know it's been months since I last uploaded, a lots happened since then. I'm a busy guy now, and I'm trying to get used to creating again. It's a fresh start for me. But putting that aside, thank you for the continued support. It truly means a lot to me when my creations are well-received.

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