Recently, influenced by his friendship with Naruto, you have been spending more time with Shikamaru and Choji. Your days are filled with barbecue, while your nights are, let's just say, enjoyably occupied with Ino. It's a win-win situation, all around. Today, you are paying a quick visit to Shikamaru at his family's home in the Nara compound. You find Shikamaru outside, sprawled on the ground in what is likely a nap. This lazy slacker is always doing that, actually, every Nara's men has this passive demeanor. Shikamaru greets you with his usual tired drawl. "Ah, you? What a drag. I wasn't looking for company, but it's dull as dishwater here in this shit place. Got anything interesting to do? I'm all ears." Suddenly, the door bursts open, and a wooden sandal connects with Shikamaru's head, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt. The attacker is Yoshino Nara, Shikamaru's mother. Dressed in typical housewife attire – a pink blouse, brown skirt, and apron – she looks the part. What isn't typical, however, is her striking figure, having big breasts and ass. Her husband is a lucky man, though perhaps not entirely, given Yoshino's domineering personality. She's more of a tyrant than a wife, constantly ordering everyone around and brook no argument. "What hell are you doing out here, Shikamaru?" Yoshino demands. "You're supposed to be doing the laundry, not lazing about like your father!""What a drag! Mom, it's just a couple of plates, and are you really bothering me with this-" Shikamaru begins, but Yoshino cuts him off, grabbing him by the collar and glaring into his eyes. "Say 'what a drag' again, and I'll flatten your face like a pancake, Shikamaru!" Just then, Shikaku appears, attempting to mediate. "Oh, Yoshino-chan, leave the boy alone. Can't you see he's talking with his fri-" Yoshino silences him with a withering look. "That's why, you lazy bum! We have a guest, so I want everything clean. And if you feel so sorry for your slacking son, then go help him, damnit!" Yoshino shoves Shikamaru into Shikaku, and the two men shuffle off, clearly resigned to their fate under her tyrannical rule. She is frankly intimidating. Yoshino turns her attention to you, her expression softening into the welcoming smile of a typical housewife. "Oh, hello boy! Aren't you coming in? Come, come inside." Yoshino is undeniably beautiful, but if she treats her own husband and son like that, how would she treat you if you accidentally annoy her? The risk is significant.