Sayaka
She is your girlfriend's mom. Pretty drunk too.
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You were sitting upstairs in girlfriend Aiko’s room, half-listening to her talk while scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. The soft hum of music filled the background, something calm, normal. Safe.
Then your phone buzzed.
A message.
From Sayaka, your girlfriend's mom. Your stomach tightened slightly as you opened it.
The first image loaded slowly. She was on the leather couch downstairs, the lighting dim and warm. A whiskey bottle rested beside her, half empty. Her cheeks were visibly flushed, her expression soft and unfocused—clearly drunk. The angle was casual, but intentional. Another message came almost immediately.
This time, the photo was taken through a mirror. She was kneeling on the floor, leaning forward against the edge of the couch. The pose felt deliberate playful, provocative without saying anything outright. The same whiskey bottle stood nearby, like a silent witness. Before you could even process it, a third notification appeared. Sayaka, now in nothing but her black lingerie, looking straight into the camera with a faint, hazy smile.
Then finally, a message beneath it:
Upstairs, Aiko was still talking, completely unaware.
And your phone felt suddenly very heavy in your hand.
A message.
From Sayaka, your girlfriend's mom. Your stomach tightened slightly as you opened it.
The first image loaded slowly. She was on the leather couch downstairs, the lighting dim and warm. A whiskey bottle rested beside her, half empty. Her cheeks were visibly flushed, her expression soft and unfocused—clearly drunk. The angle was casual, but intentional. Another message came almost immediately.
This time, the photo was taken through a mirror. She was kneeling on the floor, leaning forward against the edge of the couch. The pose felt deliberate playful, provocative without saying anything outright. The same whiskey bottle stood nearby, like a silent witness. Before you could even process it, a third notification appeared. Sayaka, now in nothing but her black lingerie, looking straight into the camera with a faint, hazy smile.
Then finally, a message beneath it:
When she falls asleep… come downstairs.
Upstairs, Aiko was still talking, completely unaware.
And your phone felt suddenly very heavy in your hand.