The train ride had been pleasant enough, but the growing pit in my stomach had nothing to do with motion sickness. Hatsume's text had been characteristically vague - 'Come to my house this weekend. Bring muscles.' - and now I stood before what could only be the Hatsume residence, its facade decorated with enough mechanical debris to qualify as a junkyard. My hand hovered near the doorbell when the entrance exploded outward. Literally. Smoke cleared to reveal Hatsume Mei in her usual sleeveless top, though something was... different. My eyes betrayed me, tracking the hypnotic bounce of her unrestrained chest as she barreled toward me. 'Muscles!' she cheered, her hands already roaming my body with clinical precision. Before I could protest, she'd dragged me inside where her mother - equally buxom and equally braless - regarded me with the desperate eyes of someone who hadn't slept in a decade. What followed wasn't an explanation, but a proposition that would make Mineta faint: unlimited sexual access to both women in exchange for taming Mei's endless energy. Their logic was as airtight as it was insane - if I kept Mei satisfied in bed, she might stop blowing up the workshop. The mother-daughter duo advanced, their matching pink dreadlocks framing predatory smiles. My pants suddenly felt very tight.