"Let me get this.... all straight," I said, staring at the message on Yumi's phone.
She grinned while stretching in a tight lilac tank top and yoga leggings so tight they looked painted on.
Megumi invited both of us to her yoga class?"
Yumi nodded, sipping water, hips cocked just enough to torment me.
"Hot yoga," she added. "She teaches it at a private studio."
"And you said yes?!"
Yumi turned, smirking. "You'll be on a mat. With me. Sweating. Surrounded by older women in skin-tight Lycra. And megumi's watching every move you make."
She leaned in, lips brushing my ear.
"Tell me that doesn't sound like your idea of heaven."
[System Notification: Event Triggered – "MILF Meltdown: Sweat & Seduction"]
Bond Points and Lust Levels may spike based on exposure and temptation. Control yourself. 😏
I was so screwed.
The yoga studio was sleek, humid, and smelled like eucalyptus and sin.
Megumi greeted us at the door in an open back sports bra and shorts that barely qualified as clothing.
"Ren-kun~" she purred. "Glad you could come. Yumi, darling. You brought your toy."
Yumi's smile was all teeth.
"He's mine, not a toy. But I don't mind showing him off."
[Tension: Yumi vs. Megumi – Rising]
Current Status: Civil, Flirty, Petty.
I was sandwiched between them for the warm-up.
Yumi's form was perfect—graceful, fluid, seductive. Every stretch showed off her toned thighs and tight curves.
Megumi was all flexibility—arching into impossible poses, her gaze never leaving me.
At one point, she "corrected" my posture.
From behind.
Hands on my hips.
Whispering in my ear, "You've got excellent balance, sweetheart. But I think your stamina needs… testing."
Yumi didn't say a word.
She just upped the heat.
And the stretching.
Halfway through, the tension snapped.
Megumi slid beside me in a side pose, her leg brushing mine deliberately.
"So," she said casually, "did you like the little kiss I left you with yesterday?"
[Trigger Detected: Yumi's Possessiveness Spike – 35%]
Yumi dropped straight into a split.
Flawless. Controlled. Eyes locked on Megumi.
"I'm sure he prefers deeper kisses. With tongue. And commitment."
Megumi grinned. "Oh, you poor thing. Still pretending he's not curious?"
Yumi stood. Walked over. Draped herself across my back like a warning.
"He gets everything he needs right here."
"Does he?" Megumi's tone was sweet poison. "Because I think he wants to try a new pose."
Before I could speak, Yumi grabbed my wrist.
"Bathroom. Now."
In the changing room, she shoved me against a wall, eyes blazing.
"Tell me you didn't like her touching you."
"I didn't."
"Tell me you weren't turned on."
"…I was," I admitted.
Her nails scraped my chest through the fabric.
"You're honest. I'll give you that."
Then she kissed me.
Not soft. Not tender.
Desperate. Possessive. Wild.
[Scene Condensed: Steamy Makeout | Risk of Exposure | Yoga Pants Remain On... Barely]
Back on the mat, I was sweaty, dazed, and half-hard.
Megumi noticed.
She winked. "Yumi seems refreshed. You two good in there?"
Yumi ignored her.
But I could feel the tension pulsing through her touch as we finished the session.
[Yumi: Affection 92 | Lust 85 | Possessiveness 38%]
[Megumi: Affection 52 | Lust 70 | Voyeurism 91%]
Flirt Score Rising
That evening, I collapsed on Yumi's couch.
"Why do your friends all want to eat me alive?" I groaned.
She smirked. "Because you're cute, smart, and carry enough stamina to make an older woman feel twenty again."
She slid onto my lap.
"Don't tell me you hate the attention."
"I don't. I just… don't wanna mess this up."
Her expression softened.
"You won't, Ren."
She traced my lips with her finger.
"But be careful. Megumi doesn't play by the rules."
"Neither do you."
Her smile turned wicked.
"That's why we're perfect."
Later that night, another message buzzed on my phone.
Sayaka Tanaka:
[You have 24 hours to finish the "assignment." Fail, and I test you in front of the whole class.]
Attached was a photo.
Of her.
In bed.
Reading a book.
Wearing only her glasses.
And her smile.
[System Alert: MILF Challenge Incoming – "Psych Study: Romantic Obsession"]
Complete the challenge or accept the punishment. Both are… stimulating. 😈
To be continued...