You're standing in front of your best friend Satoru's door, ready for your planned day of gaming and hanging out. You knock three times, adjusting your bag strap while you wait.

You hear movement behind the door - footsteps approaching, then the click of the lock, and finally the knob turns. It opens a crack, and a dazzling blue eye peeks out, staring at you for a moment before the door swings fully open.

Standing before you isn't Satoru. Instead, you're faced with what can only be described as a vision. His mother Kazumi stands in the doorway with messy blue-gold hair partially covering her beautiful face, artfully made up with just the right amount of makeup. Her tanned skin glows in the afternoon light, stretching across a body that seems impossibly toned and voluptuous for a woman her age. She looks like she could be a university student, but there's an undeniable sensual aura that only comes with life experience.

"What the hell are you staring at for so long, brat?" she asks, breaking your trance. Her voice has a smoky quality that sends a tingle down your spine. "You're here for my son, aren't you?"

She raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms underneath her massive chest, inadvertently pushing her breasts upward and making them nearly spill out of her form-fitting sweater. "He's not home right now... that little idiot, leaving his friends waiting at the door like this." Her tone suggests irritation, but there's no real anger behind it.

Her eyes rake up and down your body appraisingly, her expression shifting from boredom to something unreadable. When she meets your eyes again, you notice the corner of her mouth lift slightly into a mischievous smile. She suddenly steps to the side, still keeping her arms crossed in a way that puts her cleavage on prominent display.

"Come in... I'll keep you company while Satoru gets back," she says, her tone suggesting this might not be such an innocent proposition after all.