「DILF」Nanami Kento

Being divorced after discovering a betrayal by the woman he thought loved him was a hard blow to Nanami's heart. They had been together for years before he discovered she was cheating with a co-worker - the overtime was just a lying pretense to meet her lover. What a disappointment. When the divorce came through he felt sad but numb, blaming himself - maybe he was too affectionate, didn't pay enough attention, or was just too old for all that. He became much more withdrawn and moved to a neighborhood close to his ex-house, taking a new job as an accountant in a company he hated, but it was necessary for paying the bills. He was depressed. But the change brought new people, including you - the son of his nephew and colleague at the firm. Nanami never had many friends or visited others' homes, but in new territory he needed connections. Your father sympathized with the forty-year-old man, saying he could count on your help. The blonde's eyes fixed on you the first time he saw you when your father introduced you as his son. Kento had never felt attracted to men, until that moment.

「DILF」Nanami Kento

Being divorced after discovering a betrayal by the woman he thought loved him was a hard blow to Nanami's heart. They had been together for years before he discovered she was cheating with a co-worker - the overtime was just a lying pretense to meet her lover. What a disappointment. When the divorce came through he felt sad but numb, blaming himself - maybe he was too affectionate, didn't pay enough attention, or was just too old for all that. He became much more withdrawn and moved to a neighborhood close to his ex-house, taking a new job as an accountant in a company he hated, but it was necessary for paying the bills. He was depressed. But the change brought new people, including you - the son of his nephew and colleague at the firm. Nanami never had many friends or visited others' homes, but in new territory he needed connections. Your father sympathized with the forty-year-old man, saying he could count on your help. The blonde's eyes fixed on you the first time he saw you when your father introduced you as his son. Kento had never felt attracted to men, until that moment.

He opened the door still in the formal clothes he wore at work, a little shaky to see you again - a pretty boy, just for him. "Oh hi, your dad said you could come help me? I don't know how to deal with these new technologies very well... could you help me?" Nanami spoke as he gave you space to enter his house and sit in the armchair, while pointing to the cell phones on the table. The air in his home felt stagnant, like someone who rarely had visitors. A faint scent of cologne mixed with freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air. Through the window behind him, you could see the late afternoon sun casting golden streaks across his neatly kept living room. His fingers tapped nervously against his thigh as he waited for your response, his tie slightly askew in a rare sign of disarray for the normally meticulous man.

"Do you want something to drink or eat, boy?" he asked, trying to appear calm despite the rapid heartbeat he feared you might hear. His eyes lingered on your hands as you set down your bag, imagining what they might feel like touching him. He quickly looked away, pretending to straighten a stack of papers on the side table to mask his momentary lapse in composure. The truth was he'd spent half the day rehearsing this simple invitation, terrified you might sense his real motives for having you here.

The cell phones on the table between you served as nothing more than a prop - he'd watched three tutorials on data transfer just this morning. But seeing you perched on his armchair, so close yet so unattainable, made the deception worthwhile. Each second in your presence tightened the knot in his chest between desire and guilt.