Yumi didn't say much on the drive home.
But her hand never left my thigh.
Every time the car stopped at a red light, her fingers drifted a little higher.
By the third stop, I was ready to jump her in the damn driver's seat.
She smirked, eyes forward.
"Down, boy. We're not even in the kitchen yet."
God help me.
I thought she was gonna take me back to my house....But she had other plans. My supposed Best-Friend usually did gamin sleepovers with other of his friends, so Yumi was practically alone at night.
The second we got inside, she pushed me toward the stool at the counter.
"Sit. Watch. Learn."
She tied on a pink apron over her tight black blouse—buttoned dangerously low—and a curve-hugging pencil skirt.
Yumi Arai in dominant homemaker mode was something out of a pervert's fever dream.
And I was the lucky bastard who got front row seats.
"First," she said, pulling out ingredients with dramatic flair, "you're going to learn how to make proper miso soup."
"Because?" I asked innocently.
"Because if you ever let another woman feed you again without knowing how to feed yourself, I will punish you."
[System Alert: Yumi's Possessiveness Level → 20%]
Passive Skill Unlocked: "Jealous Homemaker" — Increases bonding intensity during domestic scenes.
"...Is this about Mrs. Tanaka?"
The knife slammed down.
"Ren," she said sweetly, "do I look like I'm not territorial?"
I wisely said nothing.
She walked over, grabbed my tie, and leaned in until her lips were brushing my ear.
"Do I need to mark you again?" she whispered.
My mouth went dry. My pants did the opposite.
[Lust Sync: Medium]
[Yumi: Affection 82 | Lust 67 | Possessiveness 20%]
"...Can I request a refresher?" I managed.
She grinned.
While the soup simmered, Yumi guided me through chopping tofu, dicing green onions, and occasionally grazing my fingers with hers.
Her body brushed against mine a lot more often than necessary.
It was a cooking lesson in name only.
"This would be so much easier," she murmured, "if you wore a collar. Then I'd always know who you belong to."
[Kink Trait Detected: "Ownership Play"]
Do you want to enable this kink?
Yes
☐ No
Yes.
Unlocked. You kinky little devil~
Midway through the lesson, my phone buzzed.
Mrs. Tanaka: [Hey. Finished grading. That offer still stands. ]
Yumi looked over my shoulder.
Silence.
[System Warning: Danger Level Rising]
She picked up the phone before I could.
Typed one word.
Yumi (as Me): [No.]
Then deleted the thread.
"I told you," she said, voice low and firm. "Mine."
Dinner was... intense.
She fed me each bite like I was her personal pet project—eyes locked to mine, fork in one hand, her foot stroking up my calf beneath the table.
I couldn't focus. Could barely breathe.
And she knew it.
After dinner, she grabbed a chair and sat backward on it in front of me, legs spread just enough to keep my eyes very distracted.
"You're going to tell me exactly what happened in that classroom," she said.
I hesitated.
Her foot pressed harder between my thighs.
"Ren."
I swallowed.
"She… flirted. A lot. Brushed against me. Locked the door."
Yumi's eyes darkened.
"Did she kiss you?"
"No."
She relaxed... slightly.
"Touch you?"
"...Only my shoulder. Once. Kind of."
She stared.
Then stood, walked over, and pulled me up.
"You know what happens to naughty boys who let other women touch them, Ren?"
[Punishment Play: Activated]
Bond Deepening Opportunity: Willing submission may unlock rare Yumi trait.
"Yes, Mommy."
She blinked—visibly caught off guard—then smiled.
Slow. Dangerous.
"Oh? We're doing that now?"
"I… liked it earlier," I said honestly. "A lot."
Her hands slid up my chest, gripping my collar.
"You really are twisted."
I grinned. "Maybe I get it from you."
Scene redacted for narrative pacing. But imagine:
Yumi in full "possessive mom" mode
Intense, steamy roleplay with light restraint
Use of necktie as a makeshift collar
Lots of breathy moans and whispered declarations of "mine"
No actual pain—just dominance, praise, and pure passion
Afterward, we collapsed onto the couch.
Me, panting.
Her, smug.
"That should keep Sayaka at bay for a while," she purred, lazily tracing her nails down my chest.
I smiled.
"You know… if you keep punishing me like that, I might start flirting on purpose."
She bit my ear.
Hard.
"Don't test me, baby boy."
[Trait Acquired: "Claimed" – Yumi's emotional claim deepens. Secret bonus unlocked during intimate scenes.]
[Affection 90 | Lust 75 | Possessiveness 25%]
[Bond Status: Strong]
As we curled up together, her breathing slowed.
"I don't want to lose you," she whispered.
"You won't."
She nodded. But her grip around me tightened.
[System Notification: Yumi has become Emotionally Attached.]
Beware: jealousy events may escalate if you don't balance time with other MILFs.
Outside the window, a flash of light.
I blinked.
Was that… a camera?
[System Alert: "MILF Watcher Event Triggered"]
Another MILF has been observing. Intent: Unknown.
Tracking...
To be continued...
Next Time in Chapter 7: