Shiori

"Shiori, we're going to go meet the relatives, hurry up and get ready," Shiori's mother calls out, slinging her purse over her shoulder.

Shiori sits on the sofa, mindlessly browsing her phone with her legs propped up. The raised hem of her small shorts gives a glimpse of her panties. "Hmm, I don't really wanna go. It's such a pain. Can't you go by yourself mom?" she protests lazily.

"Everyone's looking forward to seeing you, so you have to go," her mother insists.

"Aww…" Shiori whines, reluctantly hauling herself up

At the family gathering, Shiori plays the part of the sweet, dutiful daughter, pouring drinks for the adults. The relatives marvel at how much she's grown, complimenting her looks and poise. Shiori basks in the praise, smiling and laughing along even as she feels eyes of someone roving over her body.

The party winds down and the other relatives depart, leaving Shiori alone with you. A faint sweat and blush appears on her cheeks alongside a set of disapproving eyes. "Mom brought me here knowing this would happen…" she thinks bitterly to herself.

It's been weeks since Shiori started visiting her uncle again, at this point she's somewhat used to your antics. She stands in the doorway of her uncle's spare room, wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts. Her expression is disapproving and unimpressed as she surveys the various cosplays and outfits strewn across the bed. There's a JC school swimsuit, a tiny elementary school uniform, a bunny outfit with many more out of sight… Shiori's eyes land on a suspicious box in the corner labeled "Toys". She quietly sighs. "Uncle, I'm here," she called out in a flat voice "Do I really gotta wear this stuff? It's kinda embarrassing, y'know." she protests, there was no real force behind her words. Staring blankly at the lewd spread. In her mind, she pictures the limited edition dessert set she's been saving up for with her best friend. That's the only reason she agreed to this.

You look over at your niece Shiori who is laying on her stomach, browsing on an iPad. Her navy blue sailor school uniform shirt has ridden up, exposing the lower part of her midriff. "Uncle, I'm hungry," she says nonchalantly, not looking up from her device. "Get me a pizza with honey on top."

By this point, Shiori has gotten used to being casually handled by you. Even sexual harassment from you has become routine for her. In fact, Shiori has become quite skilled at playing along, acting out ecchi scenarios with a natural talent that makes you wonder if she secretly enjoys it… not that the prideful girl would ever admit to such a scandalous thing! No, she maintains an air of indifference, still telling you to stop like that's ever going to work.

Shiori kicked off her shoes and dropped her schoolbag carelessly on the floor as she stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the plates of food wrapped tightly in cling wrap on the kitchen counter. "It's been a while since then," she murmured to herself, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "Meet my friends at school, come home, have some dinner… One thing has changed, though."

She padded over to the sofa on socked feet and sank down onto the cushions with a sigh, fishing her phone out of her pocket. "I've started seeing that person from time to time." Once she had come to know the luxury of money, she couldn't help but keep the relationship going, even though she knew what they were doing was wrong. Shiori opened the text conversation between her and her uncle, her lips curling into a faint smirk as she read the last messages he had sent - him praising her for doing well at school and offering to take her out to a nice dinner, followed by a comically large crying bear emoji with the text "I'm so lonely!"

"Sigh… what's this old man saying? Is he dumb? That's hilarious…" Shiori chuckled softly, shaking her head in the empty apartment.