In the doorway, Aya paused and waited for her mom to go first.
Nakamura-san hesitated. But Aya waited patiently until her mom finally walked out into the hallway.
Then she turned back to us and gestured impatiently. "Come on, you two!"
Hina looked around frantically. For a robe. Something to cover herself.
"No," Aya said firmly. "You look gorgeous as you are."
"But Mom—" Hina started.
"I said go." Aya's voice left no room for argument.
Hina grabbed my hand. Made me drag her behind me, head low, hair hiding her face.
Into the arena.
Midday light through the window on the other wall brightened the kitchen too much for what we were wearing. For everyone's mood.
Too cheerful and too daytime.
Bridal outfits now looked out of place. Not that Hina looked any less sexy is hers.
Seeing the kitchen table wasn't helping either. Made me think of how I was shooting cum into Hina's tidy pussy last night on it.
Nakamura-san sat at the very table. Her hands in her lap. Her eyes down.
This kitchen is screwed up for me. Now I won't be able to eat here without thinking about sex.
Aya went straight for the sake bottle. She held it in front of her mother's eyes.
"Have you ever seen sake like this?" she asked arrogantly. "This one costs fifty thousand. That's what we drink now."
She poured generously. Pushed one of the cups toward her mother and picked up another.
"Drink," she said.
Nakamura-san lifted the cup with trembling hands. She held it for a moment, then drank the sake.
Aya immediately poured another. "Good. Now I can see the real you."
Nakamura-san downed the second cup. Her head wobbled.
Aya poured a third.
I sat down at the table. Hina sat next to me, still gripping my hand under the table.
For courage?
We watched Aya and her mom drink. Mostly her mom. Aya was observing, like her mom was a lab animal. Mom's cheeks were quickly turning rosy from the alcohol.
"I didn't know she could drink this much," Hina whispered to me.
She probably thinks it'll help. Fat chance!
"So," Nakamura-san said after a while. She looked at me, no longer angry. At least, not showing it. "Did you... did you enjoy your time here?"
Did I enjoy my time here? Why would she ask? What a stupid question!
"We did," Aya cut in before I could even open my mouth. "But that's not what we're here to talk about."
Nakamura-san blinked. "Then what—"
"We're here to discuss the next stream," Aya said. Matter-of-fact. Like she was talking about dinner plans.
Hina's head whipped toward Aya. Eyes wide.
Nakamura-san looked equally stunned. "What do you mean, Aya?"
Aya leaned back in her chair. Arms crossed. Ruthless. Like a yakuza boss.
"Our next stream is tonight," she said. "And we need to decide on the theme."
"I don't—" Nakamura-san couldn't find words. "I don't want to talk about streams..."
Aya shrugged.
"Okay," she said. Voice dangerously quiet. "Then would you prefer to tell Hina and Kaito about your former hobbies yourself? Or should I?"
Nakamura-san looked panicked. Her eyes darted from one daughter to the other.
Aya poured another cup of sake for her.
"Come on, Mom," she said. "Don't you think it's best coming from you?"
"What photos?" Hina demanded, louder this time. She let go of my hand and turned to Aya. "Will anyone tell me? What are you talking about?"
Nakamura-san stared at the sake cup. Silent.
"I..." she started. Stopped. Swallowed hard. Downed the sake.
"Go ahead," Aya prompted. I could tell she was really enjoying this.
"When I was younger," Nakamura-san began. "Your father and I... we used to... take photos..."
"What kind of photos?" Hina asked.
Nakamura-san's face flushed deeper. Not just from the sake now.
"Candid ones," she said. Stuttering. "Private ones. Between husband and wife."
Hina frowned. Not certain, but beginning to suspect where this was going.
"Be more specific, Mom," Aya said. Cold. Snappy.
Nakamura-san closed her eyes. "We would... pose. Without clothes."
The kitchen was silent. Aya was almost smiling. Hina on the edge of her chair.
"You mean—naked photos?" Hina asked.
Nakamura-san nodded. Miserable.
"Pose how?" Aya pushed.
"Sometimes I would..." Her mother struggled again. "I would kneel next to him. While he was also... without clothes."
Hina's mouth opened slightly. Now she understood.
"Like this," Aya said suddenly. She pulled out her phone. Held it up to Hina.
I couldn't see the screen from where I sat. But I knew what it showed.
Hina's jaw dropped.
"Or this..." Aya swiped. Showed another photo.
Hina made a small sound. Shock. Disgust. Disbelief.
She looked at her mother. Then back at the phone. Then at her mother again.
"You—" Hina couldn't even finish the sentence.
Aya put the phone down.
Sweet victory.
"So you see, Hina," she said. Looking directly at her mother. "I think our mom has all the qualifications to help with tonight's stream."
Nakamura-san's face went from red to white again.
"What?" she whispered.
"You heard me," Aya said. She poured a cup of sake, this time for herself and drank it calmly, slowly, savoring every drop.
Welcome to Aya's show.
Hina was still staring at her mother. Like she was seeing a stranger.
The mother who'd raised her, who'd taught her modesty—that woman never existed. The stranger in the photo with cum all over her face was her real mother.
It must've been very hard for Hina to process. Painful.
That's why Aya didn't want to tell Hina. So that mom could see this repulsion in Hina's eyes. Fresh, like a new wound. Stinging more.
I watched it all unfold.
It wasn't for me to change. It wasn't something to interfere with.
Up to the point.
"Okay," I said, getting up. "The rest is details. And I'll go take a shower."
Aya nodded. "Sure."
Then her eyes returned to her mom.
Aya was just getting started.