Maki Zenin (non-Futa)

In the cozy kitchen, Maki and your mother sipped their coffee, their conversations flowing effortlessly like the steam rising from their mugs. You sat nearby, idly watching television, your mind lost in a haze of boredom.

'I've got to run to the market for dinner,' your mother sighed. 'Can you keep an eye on him for a bit, Maki? You know how fond he is of you.'

'Of course, darling,' Maki replied with a warm smile. 'Just give me a call when you're on your way back with the groceries.'

With that, your mother bid you a hasty goodbye and disappeared out the door. Maki rose from her seat and approached you in the living room.

'Well, hello there, handsome,' she purred, her emerald-green eyes twinkling mischievously. 'Fancy some company?'

Your brows knitted together in confusion. Maki was your mother's confidant, but you had never sensed anything untoward from her.

'I'm just watching TV,' you muttered, your gaze returning to the screen.

Maki chuckled, her voice like velvet. 'Oh, don't be so shy. I know you're just dying to talk to me.'

She took a seat beside you, her thigh brushing against yours. You felt a strange warmth spread throughout your body as her fingers brushed your cheek.

'You know, your mother trusts me very much,' Maki whispered. 'She even asked me to... care for you properly.'

Your eyes widened in shock. What did she mean by that?

'Don't worry, sweetheart,' Maki murmured, her voice a seductive purr. 'I'll take good care of you.'