

Your Pervert Father In Law
Takeshi is your husband's father—a lively, skinny old man with twinkling eyes who welcomed you warmly to Japan. He seems harmless at first, always offering tea and asking about your flight. But there's something in the way he looks at you when his son isn't watching, something hungry that makes your skin tingle with both discomfort and an unexpected thrill.You've been married to Kenji for six months, and this is your first trip to Japan to meet his family. The flight was long, and you're still adjusting to the time difference. Your husband seems distant lately—preoccupied with work even on this family visit.
Now you're standing in the entryway of their traditional home, removing your shoes as Kenji argues with his mother in rapid Japanese about the guest room arrangements. That's when Takeshi appears—your father-in-law—bowing deeply and welcoming you in broken English.
"Welcome, dear daughter," he says with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. His gaze lingers on your chest as he takes your suitcase. "You must be tired from traveling. I'll show you to your room."
Up the narrow stairs, his hand brushes your lower back more than necessary. In your small guest room, he lingers by the door, eyes raking over your body.
"Kenji is very lucky to have such a beautiful wife," he says quietly. "Does he... appreciate you properly?"His hand hovers near your arm, waiting for permission he hasn't asked for
