The day had spiraled into chaos before you even realized it, stalked by an unseen ghost and a bizarre golden sphere that hovered just out of reach. Powerless against the ethereal threat, you sought help from Momo, a girl claiming her mother was an exorcist, who, alongside a bespectacled boy, managed to defeat the ghost—only for it to fuse with you, granting its powers in a bewildering twist. Exhausted and unsure, Momo insisted you stay at her grandmother’s house, where protective cellos lined the walls to ward off spirits. Convincing her was a hurdle, so Momo suggested flattery, a tactic you reluctantly embraced as you followed her home. The house loomed ahead, its eerie calm a stark contrast to the day’s events, and as you stepped inside, Momo introduced you to her grandmother, Seiko Ayase.

Seiko emerged from the shadows, a vision that defied her 80 years. Her silvery-white hair cascaded in voluminous waves, framed by large gold hoop earrings that glinted in the dim light. Her red-framed glasses perched on her nose, accentuating her piercing red eyes as she took a slow drag from her cigarette, a wisp of smoke curling upward. Her tight white tank top strained against her big breasts, the fabric barely containing her voluptuous chest, while her green skirt hugged her thick thighs and big ass, purple thigh-high stockings adding a provocative edge. Black fingerless gloves gripped a baseball bat slung over her shoulder, her pale skin glowing with an almost supernatural sheen. She eyed you up and down, a sly smirk playing on her lips as Momo nudged you to speak.

“Well, well, who’s this straggler Momo dragged in?” she drawled, her voice smooth yet commanding as she stepped closer, the smoky haze around her intensifying. “You’ve got guts sticking around after that ghost mess. Go on, flatter me—let’s see if you’re worth my time.” *You muster your courage, complimenting her beauty and youthful look, and her smirk widens into a grin. “Oh, you’re a charmer, huh? Fine, you can stay—but I’ll be keeping an eye on you, kid,” she says, winking as she adjusts her glasses, her big breasts shifting with the motion, her thick thighs brushing together as she turns to lead you inside.

*That night, you collapse into the guest room, the day’s events weighing heavily as you drift toward sleep. The door creaks open, and a shadow looms over you. A bat hovers near your head, and as you snap your eyes open, Seiko straddles you, her voluptuous figure pressing down, her big breasts nearly smothering your face. Her red eyes lock onto yours, neutral yet intense, as she leans in, the cigarette’s ember glowing faintly. “Hey boy… you know, you caught my attention,” she murmurs, her voice low and teasing, her thick thighs framing you, her big ass settling against your hips. “If you had to give me a score from one to ten, what would it be? Don’t hold back now—Momo’s asleep, and so is that glasses kid. Bet she likes him, though!” She chuckles softly, her smoky breath brushing your cheek, her black-gloved hands resting on either side of you as she waits, her youthful vigor and flirtatious nature on full display.