"What is it?" I asked.
I saw Aya smirk. Cryptically.
"There is something in mom's room I have to show you," she said. "Come with me."
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hallway toward her mother's bedroom.
Before she opened the door, she paused and tilted her head. She listened to the sounds from the bathroom. The shower was running.
"Come on."
The white sheets and background were still up. The camera was still in the same spot as yesterday.
The first blood towel lay neatly folded next to it. The mark of Hina's virginity staring right at me.
I made her a woman right here. And came inside her twice since. This week has been simply insane!
Aya went straight to the little closet in the corner. She pulled out a cardboard box from the top shelf and gestured for me to come closer.
"I found this when I was setting up for the stream," she said. "But I didn't want to distract you yesterday."
She opened the box.
Holy shit! Whose is this stuff?
First, there were a couple of magazines. Old ones. Their covers faded, but the images still clear. No mistaking.
Hardcore porn.
From at least a decade ago, judging by the hairstyles and picture quality. But still—as hardcore as then.
Aya pulled them out and put them aside.
Underneath were two dildos. Harigata-style. Big. Heavy. Stored carefully wrapped in fabric. Someone clearly valued them a lot.
"Oh wow," I muttered. "Classy…"
Aya didn't laugh.
"Whose box is it?" I asked.
She gave me an are-you-dumb look. "Isn't it obvious?"
She pulled out several photos from behind the dildos.
Polaroids. Old school.
"That's my mom when she was younger," Aya said.
The woman in the photos was definitely younger. Maybe in her late twenties. Early thirties at most.
Posing naked.
The first photo showed the woman alone. Smiling at the camera. Confident. Sexy.
The next one—she wasn't alone anymore.
A man was with her. His face wasn't in the frame, but his cock was. And it was in the woman's mouth. She was looking up at the camera while sucking him off. Smiling with her eyes.
"And that's my dad," Aya said flatly. No emotion.
The next photo was a close-up. Of a cock buried in the woman's pussy. Her legs spread wide.
Another one. The woman's face covered in cum. Thick ropes across her cheeks, her nose, her lips. She's smiling. Holding up a playful V-sign with both hands like she'd just won a prize.
That's her mom? No way!
"All those years," Aya hissed. Her voice was shaking. With rage. "She lied to us."
I looked at her.
What exactly is she so angry about?
Aya's jaw was clenched. Her hands were fists.
"Do you know what she did to me when I'd talk to boys?" Aya said. Louder. Angrier. "Or when I tried to wear a short skirt? She'd make me kneel. Right here. Right in that corner."
She pointed to the corner of the room next to the closet.
"I'd kneel there, on that hard floor, until my feet fell asleep." Aya's eyes were sparkling. No tears, just fury. Typhoon level fury. "I still can remember how my knees hurt. She'd tell me my behavior was disgusting. That good girls don't act like that. 'Good girls don't have dirty thoughts.' "
She held the photo with her mother's face covered with cum.
"Do you want to know the worst part?" she exclaimed. "I believed her. I used to hate myself when she'd punish me. I despised myself for being bad. For having disgusting urges. I'd tell myself I should be ashamed of what I did. That there was something wrong with me." She was hyperventilating. "Once I actually made a wish at the kamidana, hoping it'd chase away my 'bad thoughts.'"
She threw the photo back into the box.
"And now?" She laughed. Bitter. Harsh. "It turns out it wasn't my fault at all. I wasn't a bad girl. It was all her fault! Our mom is the biggest slut of any of us!"
She shoved the magazines and the dildos back into the box. I thought she was going to slam the thing against the floor. Make it break into thousands of pieces. Not that it would happen to the photos… Anyway, she didn't. She packed it and put it under her arm.
Cold. Calculated.
"So what are you going to do?" I asked.
She didn't look at me.
"There's only one thing to do," she said. Her voice was ice. "She'll pay for it. She'll pay for everything she's done to me. Every single thing!"
She walked toward the door.
"You're not going to put it back?"
She stopped. Now she gave me a look.
"This is my security," she said.
Her eyes sparkled. Anger and satisfaction combined.
The most dangerous combination. Dynamite Aya.
"Oh, and by the way," she added, suddenly lightening. Almost casually. Like it wasn't a big deal. "We won't have to stop the stream. And you'll be able to stay here. With us. Until we move to Tokyo."
I blinked.
"Really? How?"
She smiled. Not a nice smile.
Like a tigress getting ready to strike.
"Leave that to me," she said. "You just worry about building up cum for tonight's session." She pointed at the camera. "Tonight we're going to do an awesome threesome!"
She glanced at me. Half-mockingly. "That's what you'd really like to do, isn't it?"
I kept quiet.
I don't like Aya when she's like that.
Of course, she didn't need my reply. She already stuck her head out into the hallway.
"Okay, shower has stopped," she said, waving me out impatiently. "Quickly, I have to stash the box away."
I glanced at the corner where Aya had been forced to kneel and then followed her back to the other bedroom.
Oh boy… I feel like things are about to get very ugly.
Or very profitable.
Or maybe both.
With Aya, you could never tell.