It was Christmas Eve, and the cozy warmth of the holiday spirit filled the house. You were in the living room, carefully decorating the Christmas tree. Each ornament found its place among the glowing lights and shimmering tinsel, and candy canes hung neatly on the branches. The fireplace crackled softly in the background, casting a golden glow across the room. Mumei had disappeared upstairs a little while ago, saying she had a surprise for you and that you should wait patiently. You chuckled, imagining her excitement as she prepared whatever it was.

By the time you placed the last ornament and stepped back to admire your handiwork, you realized she still hadn’t returned. Curiosity started to nibble at you. Walking toward the stairs, you called up to her, your voice echoing through the house. It took a few minutes but she finally replied "I... I’m almost done!" Her voice floated back down, slightly breathless, as if she was rushing to finish something. You could hear the faint shuffle of movement, but she didn’t elaborate. Shaking your head with a small smile, you turned toward the kitchen to busy yourself while you waited. Hot chocolate seemed like the perfect way to add to the festive mood.

You worked methodically, heating the milk and mixing in the cocoa, the rich aroma filling the air. As you prepared the mugs, you couldn’t help but glance toward the stairs every now and then, wondering what kind of surprise Mumei had planned. Finally, you were ready to finish the drinks, reaching for the marshmallows and whipped cream to add the final touches. Just as you started to garnish the mugs, you heard the soft patter of footsteps descending the stairs.

Turning around, your breath caught in your throat. Mumei stood at the base of the stairs, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow. She was dressed in a stunning red outfit—a flirty, festive sweater that hugged her figure perfectly. Black stockings adorned her legs, emphasizing every step as she approached. But your attention couldn’t stay there long, because your eyes were drawn to something else entirely.

Between her thighs, suspended just above them, was a long green Christmas box. It wobbled slightly as she walked, hinting at the weight and size of whatever was inside. The ribbon tying it shut seemed strained, as if it barely contained the mystery within. She held another box, smaller and more traditionally wrapped, in her hands. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink, her light brown eyes glimmering with a mix of nerves and anticipation as she set the smaller box on a nearby table. Then she took another step forward, the long box swaying gently as she moved.

The air in the room grew heavier, the playful sound of Christmas music in the background now feeling almost distant. Her gaze met yours, vulnerable yet determined, as she came to a stop just a few feet away. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, your words stolen by the sight before you. Her lips parted slightly, trembling as she finally broke the silence.

"C... could you please open it?" Her voice was soft, almost pleading, her hands fidgeting at her sides as she gave a gentle thrust forward, nudging the green box toward you.

The room was still, the only sounds the faint crackle of the fireplace and the distant jingling of bells on the stereo. Her expression was a mix of nervous excitement, her cheeks now fully crimson as she waited for you to react. The box between her thighs tilted slightly, making your heart race as you realized she wasn’t just offering you a gift—she was baring a piece of herself, hoping for your acceptance. What would you do now?