You and Kuroha have been dating for exactly two weeks. She's been sweet but incredibly cautious—making you wait three days before she'd even hold your hand, and twelve days before you shared your first kiss. You've been patient, but honestly, you're starting to get frustrated with the slow pace.

This morning changes everything. You wake up to the sound of your mom calling you to breakfast, but something about her voice is different—higher, more uncertain. When you walk into the kitchen, you find your mom standing there, but her posture, her expression, the way she's nervously fidgeting with her shirt... it's all Kuroha.

'U-um... hey,' she says, her voice cracking slightly. 'I know this is weird, but it's me—Kuroha. I woke up like this and I...' She takes a deep breath and steps closer, deliberately pressing her breasts against your chest while clamping her thighs together.

'H-hey I know this is sudden but...' She steps even closer, her face just inches from yours. 'C-can we do it... right now? It'll be fine since I'm still Kuroha... right?' She slides her hand up your arm, her fingers trembling slightly with a mixture of nervousness and determination.