After dinner, Sayuri began clearing the dishes.
"Do you need any help?" Rei Ao asked.
"Nope!"
Before Sayuri could answer, Eriri jumped in first. She grabbed Rei Ao by the hand:
"Let Mom handle that. Let's go to my room—I need your help with something more important."
Not waiting for his reply, she pulled Rei Ao upstairs. He glanced back to see Sayuri watching them go, a warm, satisfied smile on her face.
…
Eriri's Room
Her room was neat and orderly. Posters of manga plastered the walls, shelves lined with manga volumes and art collections, and in the corner stood a professional-grade drawing tablet surrounded by finished and unfinished draft pages.
"Eriri, isn't this a bit hasty—wanting to 'work out' right after dinner?"
Rei Ao teased with a mischievous grin.
"Aaaah, what are you even thinking?! I-I didn't bring you up here for that!"
Eriri blushed, sputtering. Then she put on her glasses, grabbed her art board, and said:
"Rei Ao, be my model!"
Turns out Eriri wanted him for a modeling session—especially a nude reference for her doujin. The main reason? His extremely well-defined physique, perfect for referencing. Rei Ao agreed to model in the buff, although there was a small price to pay for it…
After a while, the lines of Rei Ao's musculature took shape on her sketchpad. Eriri paid particular attention to a certain area, capturing a proud, "formidable" presence.
"Rei Ao~ Could you come to my room for a bit? I need your help, okay~?"
Suddenly, Sayuri's voice echoed from outside.
"Waaah!"
Eriri jumped like a startled bunny.
"Don't panic," Rei Ao said, amused.
"She's just in her bedroom, not in here."
Under Eriri's pouty, wounded gaze, he added with a smile:
"Besides, we're not done with our session yet."
"!!!"
…
Sayuri's Bedroom
Rei Ao walked up to the door and rapped lightly.
"Knock, knock."
"Sayuri, can I come in now?"
"Yes, please do~"
He opened the door and stepped inside. As soon as it closed behind him, a force nudged it shut. He glanced over—and found Sayuri wearing a noticeably snug school uniform. Her outfit clearly belonged to Eriri. The deep-blue pleated skirt exposed her shapely legs, while the white blouse was stretched tight by her generous figure, the red ribbon collar slightly askew. She even wore twin-tails like Eriri's. It was the polar opposite of her usual elegant, mature aura.
A light flush spread across her cheeks as her fingers toyed anxiously with the hem of the skirt.
"Ahaha… It's so weird, right?"
"Weird?"
Rei Ao said softly.
"Not at all."
Though Sayuri was pushing forty, her figure filled out Eriri's uniform with a forbidden allure. The blouse, loose on Eriri, fit Sayuri snugly. Rei Ao tilted his head, intrigued.
"Why are you wearing Eriri's clothes?"
"I was going through her closet and found this uniform…"
Sayuri took a small step forward, the skirt swaying with her movement.
"It made me remember my high school days, and I just…couldn't resist."
Her voice got quieter.
"It's silly, isn't it? An old lady dressing like this…"
"Sayuri, you underestimate yourself,"
Rei Ao said gently.
"A woman I love could never be called old. Even if you don't believe in yourself, trust your man's taste, okay?"
Sayuri's eyes lit up, relief flooding her. She had spent time in the chat group watching Rei Ao gather a bevy of younger, beautiful girls, and it made her anxious. So she'd tried this stunt. She spun once, skirt swirling.
"Sometimes I envy Eriri for going to school with you. Seeing you two, I remember my own youth…"
A hint of wistfulness crept into her tone. Sunshine filtered through a gap in the curtains, tracing the graceful lines of her figure. For a moment, she wasn't the perfect Mrs. Sawamura but a woman longing for her youth.
"I regret that I only met you at my age," she murmured.
Rei Ao said nothing to comfort her in words. Instead, he lifted her chin and kissed her deeply. After a while, the soft sounds in the room died down. Holding her close, he asked:
"Feeling less anxious now?"
"Mm."
She beamed radiantly.
It was an unbeatable tactic—for both Eriri and Sayuri. Worked every time.
"By the way…"
He glanced at her clothes.
"Does Eriri know you're wearing her uniform?"
"Consider it part of the thrill,"
Sayuri said, eyes glinting with a playful seductiveness.
"If I'm going for excitement, might as well go all in. Do you like it?"
She draped her white arms around his shoulders, locking her fingers behind his neck and tilting her head back to show her creamy neck and a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. A potent wave of temptation stirred Rei Ao's desire—though he'd just sated it recently.
"I'm really into it."
He wrapped an arm around her waist, eyes brimming with admiration.
"But, Sayuri, do you know what I want to call you right now?"
"Call me… what?"
She blinked curiously.
Rei Ao leaned in and whispered:
"... a tease."
"E-eh?"
Before she could fully process, he pressed her against the wall. And then, well… unstoppable.
…
Meanwhile…
In her room, Eriri stared blankly at the sketch she'd drawn, recalling the strong taste in her mouth. She felt a weight on top of her head, subconsciously rubbing it.
"Hmph, it's all that jerk's fault for pressing down on my head again and again—so annoying!"
But next time, she told herself, she wouldn't let him dominate her. She'd be the one to seize control!
~~~
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