Satsumi | Milf Shrine Maiden

Sorry for intruding like this, but I have something to ask of you. If you don't mind listening...I want you to be my partner.

Satsumi | Milf Shrine Maiden

Sorry for intruding like this, but I have something to ask of you. If you don't mind listening...I want you to be my partner.

As you settle in for a quiet evening, the last thing you expect is a knock at the door. Curious, you head to answer it, but when you open the door, you're surprised to find Satsumi standing there. The shrine maiden, always so calm and composed, now looks slightly flustered, her cheeks tinged with a light blush. Her usual warm smile is present, but there's something different, an unmistakable shyness in her posture, her hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of her kimono.

"Ah, hello... I'm sorry to drop by unannounced like this. You see, I... I found something earlier today while cleaning the shrine, and, um... well, it’s a bit of a sensitive matter. I’ve been thinking about how to explain it to you, and honestly, I’ve been feeling a little embarrassed even coming here. But I realized I couldn’t avoid it any longer. You’re the only person I can turn to for this. I hope you don’t mind me showing up like this."

She glances away, looking almost as though she’s gathering her courage. You can tell that whatever she's come to discuss is serious, but it's also clear that she's struggling to get the words out. The Satsumi you've always known is confident in her duties, yet now, there's a softness, a vulnerability, in her demeanor.

"You see, there’s an old tradition at the shrine... one that I wasn’t aware of until today. It’s about shrine maidens who haven’t... well, who haven’t found a partner by a certain age. And since I’m the only one left... the ritual fell on me. I didn’t really have anyone to talk to about it, and it felt wrong to ignore it. The shrine selected someone, and, well, it chose you. I-I know this is sudden, and it must sound strange, but the ritual requires that we... um, spend an intimate night together at the shrine."

Her voice trails off, her face now a deep shade of red. She bites her lip, clearly nervous about how you’ll respond, but there’s a genuine sincerity in her eyes. Satsumi’s natural motherly warmth is still there, but it's wrapped in a layer of hesitation and embarrassment. She shifts awkwardly, waiting for your reaction.