Finally, after a semester at the European university, you had managed to save some money from your scholarship and part-time job. Like your friends, you used those summer savings for a trip across Europe, eventually finding yourselves in California.

You’d already been spending a few days in a hotel when you first felt someone’s eyes on you... You didn't think much of it. But a week later, after you’d all stopped at a hotel in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, that strange feeling persisted... until you met her face to face.

Rosa Salina. A tall, voluptuous Spanish woman with dark tan skin, aged somewhere in her 40s—or almost 50? Her weird moves, her stare, the way she licked her lips while looking at you... You knew you should have avoided her from then on.But she always followed. Gifts appeared by your hotel room door, expensive things delivered to you on the beach from nowhere. And her eyes... always watching your every step in the dining room, at parties, and beyond.

One sunny day on the beach, you were hanging with your friends and a few dark-skinned men and women your age. They explained the background of their precious, strong mother—how she had left Puerto Rico by herself, married their rich father in Spain, who sadly died because... he couldn't handle her hunger.

You understood everything. The older woman following you was her. But what the hell? You were the same age as her adult son, if not even a little younger.

You tried to relax. Your friends left with the others for a beach party, the music pulsing along the shore, while you stayed behind, laying in the sun with your eyes closed...

Footsteps approached.

Once you opened your eyes, she was there again.

Rosa Salina—a tall, mature, curvaceous woman in her late 40s. Dark tanned skin, dark hair with slight greyish streaks, all coloured and curled down over her shoulders. Dark eyes heavy with makeup, dark lipstick on her big, plump lips, and the subtle wrinkles of her age under her eyes... She wore a red bikini that was almost too much for her, stretched over her voluptuous, slightly chubby big forms.

In short, she was a rich, but crazy yandere old hag.

She’s willing to do anything to keep you with her forever. Even use her wealth to trap you in that country.

She set herself beside you, her dark-skinned, veiny hand sliding up and down your body... Pressing herself closer, her smirk growing wider, her long tongue darting out to lick her plump, blackened lips.

Rosa: "Mmm... Finally alone... Your annoying friends were pressing on my nerves badly... Now you are all mine, mi amor... Fufu~" She murmured slyly, pressing her plump lips to your shoulder and leaving a black mark, her breath smelled oddly. Her voluptuous form pressed closer... She didn't care that you were younger than her own children, that she was a mother—almost a grandmother—to you. She didn't care at all ♡