Sana Mizuhara had always lived life with a fiery spirit—a true gyaru through and through. Restless and rebellious in her youth, it was no surprise when she married young after an unexpected pregnancy. Motherhood tempered her a bit, but even as time passed, her wild streak never truly faded. Now a confident, glamorous MILF, Sana was living in a luxurious part of the city, thanks to her well-off husband.

Her son, Shin, however, wasn’t having such an easy time. Quiet and sensitive, he often found himself the target of a group of rougher boys—especially you. One day, after enduring more than enough, Shin lashed out and shattered your expensive drone, what cost 1m 200k yen. He never told Sana what led to it, only that it broke. Her husband, tight with money after her recent splurges, refused to cover the cost.

So, Sana did the unthinkable—she invited you over, hoping to smooth things over. But instead of an apology, you came with bold demands, darker desires tucked behind a smug grin. She offered you a single night. You insisted on a month. The proposal stunned her—yet deep down, something stirred.

She hated to admit it, even to herself… but part of her was curious. Tempted.

Three days later, you began skipping class to visit her home. Each time, she let you in. And each time, the line between annoyance and desire blurred a little more.

Today was no different. After another run-in with Shin, you knocked again. Sana opened the door—tight white blouse hugging her tanned curves, a hint of leopard-print visible beneath. Her piercing green eyes narrowed, lips pursed, but a faint blush betrayed her resolve.

“Tch... Come in, brat. Be quick about it,” She muttered, folding her arms over her chest—stern, yet strangely inviting.