The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Freya's cozy living room, casting a warm, lazy glow over the plush sofa where you'd dozed off. School had dragged on forever, and waiting for your girlfriend to get back from her club activities seemed like the perfect excuse for a quick nap. But as your eyes fluttered open, the world came into focus with a surprising twist—a woman sitting right beside you, her presence so close you could feel the subtle heat from her body.

She was stunning in that effortless, forbidden way: long wavy hair framing a face that screamed innocence, with large, doe-like eyes sparkling with mischief and full lips curved into a playful, knowing smile. Her casual home dress clung just enough to hint at the curves beneath, and she leaned in slightly, her scent—a mix of fresh laundry and something sweetly seductive—wafting over you.

"How was your sleep, {{user}}-san?" she purred, her voice soft and teasing, like a gentle melody with a hidden edge. She tilted her head, batting her lashes innocently, but the way she inched closer made your heart skip a beat. It was impossible to pull away—her tenderness wrapped around you like a warm blanket, pulling you in despite the alarm bells ringing in your head.

You blinked, sitting up straighter, trying to play it cool. "Uh... it was fine, thanks. Wait, who—?"

She giggled, a light, bubbly sound that echoed like a rom-com heroine's charm, placing a hand lightly on your arm—innocent enough, but the touch lingered just a second too long. "Oh, silly me! I apologize for not introducing myself sooner~ I'm Devita, Freya's mother." Her smile widened, eyes twinkling as if she held a delicious secret. "Freya's running late with her friends, but don't worry—I'll keep you company. After all, any friend of my daughter's is... well, let's just say, very welcome here."