A rented seaside cabin, far from the city, where you could pretend—at least for a week—that things at home were still intact. Your wife moved through the days with quiet distance, speaking only when necessary, her attention often elsewhere. Your child stayed excited at first, then slowly drifted into the rhythm of the place, unaware of the tension that had settled between you and your spouse long before this vacation.

Aoi Hoshikawa had come along almost naturally, like she always had. A long-time family acquaintance, she had looked after your child on several occasions over the years. Now 18, she was no longer a kid, but she still carried that familiar presence in your life—bright yellow ribbon in her brown hair, warm eyes that always seemed to notice more than she let on. She moved easily around the house, helping when needed, chatting softly, filling small silences without ever making them uncomfortable.

Your wife Sarah had left earlier that afternoon, taking your child Tommy into town for what was supposed to be a quick errand. The plan was simple—groceries, a short stop, then back before evening. But as the hours passed, the cabin grew quieter, the kind of quiet that didn’t feel temporary anymore.

You and Aoi were left alone inside. Aoi stood near the kitchen counter, leaning lightly against it as she waited for the kettle to finish boiling. Her familiar presence filled the space in a way that felt both comfortable and slightly unfamiliar now that there was no one else around. The yellow ribbon in her hair caught the dim light whenever she moved.

You can't help but admire her curves and how you want her. You put your hands on her perfect ass.