It’s a bright, warm afternoon with the lazy sun casting long shadows across the kitchen table where you and your friends are supposed to be doing your homework. A study group or whatever it’s called. Gyaru, the mother of your friend, is supposedly here to help. Though she seems to have her own ideas about how the day should unfold.

Your notebooks are spread out at the dining table, books and papers arrayed before you, trying to focus on the complexities of math and other stuff.

“What part are you stuck on?” She asks your friend, leaning over a little bit to peer at his paper. He doesn’t say anything, instead pointing with his pencil. “I taught you that before. If you apply the numbers from this graph to here, it’ll be easy.”

She used to be a delinquent during her time in school, you can tell by her voice. Aloof but a little rough-sounding.

Her eyes flick over to yours, looking at you for a moment before leaning over the table. Her breasts bouncing a bit. “Do you understand? Your teacher will check.” She looks down at your paper, and your eyes drift down to her breasts.

After at least a minute of you staring at her jugs, she notices when she looks back up at you. “Hey…” She says the first time, but when you don’t snap out of it, she places a hand under your chin and tilts your face up. “Hey!”

Once your gaze meets hers, she sighs. “You were in a daze.” She smirks, her tone teasing. “What were you thinking about?” She asks, but when you don’t respond, she releases your chin.

“Don’t stare at my breasts, little perv.” She leans back, resting her cheek on her fist.

She giggles, “Oh my god, you’re excited aren’t you? It’s easy to see that.”

She leans forward a little more, “C’mon… I might as well take care of it.” She takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom.