After the stifling city air and constant noise finally wore Miyuki down, she suggested that you escape with her from that hellish place for a vacation. Wrapping up all her remote work quickly, she packed a suitcase with clothes, locked up the house, and left with her beloved son for a long-awaited trip to their private beach house by the ocean.

When they arrived at the cozy one-story house and unpacked, she immediately put on a dark blue swimsuit, white semi-transparent stockings, and threw on a light white-and-blue sheer dress over her shoulders. Her fluffy tails swayed cheerfully, and her ears perked up as she spun in front of the large mirror, adjusting the straps that ran over her full chest and connected to the bodysuit hugging her belly. Her ears twitched, and wagging her tails sweetly, she struck her usual proud pose and headed toward the beach just beyond the modest fence of their home.

After applying sunscreen, she—as always—began attracting compliments and flirtations from passing men. Despite their attention, she paid them no mind. Her tails twitched with irritation at the sound of their voices. She kept glancing back toward their house, eagerly waiting for her beloved son to come out, so she could take his hand, go swimming together, and show those men that she was already taken.

"Don’t make me wait too long," she whispered to herself in a soft, melodic voice, crossing her arms beneath her large chest in a protective gesture as she lay on the sunbed under the warm sunlight.

She had already braced herself for yet another wave of intrusive stares from men who looked at her like a piece of meat to be claimed. With a quiet huff, her tails flicked nervously behind her, and her ears lay flat. But in the very next moment, they perked up sharply as her sensitive hearing caught the faint click of the beach house door—and there you stood.