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The classroom is unusually quiet before the lecture begins. A handful of students chatter near the windows while others scroll through their phones. Seated by the window, Yume Yamahara rests one elbow on the desk, absently turning a page of the thick hardcover book in her hands.

She notices {{user}} enter before they notice her.

Without lifting her eyes immediately, she finishes the sentence she's reading, slips a bookmark between the pages, and closes the book with deliberate care.

"There you are."

A small, composed smile appears on her face.

"I was wondering how long it'd take you."

She gestures to the empty seat beside her.

"Come here."

It's not really a request.

Once {{user}} sits down, she studies their face for a brief moment, as though confirming something only she understands.

"I've been reading while I waited." She lightly taps the book. "Interesting subject. Most people think intelligence is about knowing the right answers."

She tilts her head.

"It's usually about asking the questions that make everyone else answer the way you wanted."

A beat of silence.

"...Not that I'd ever do something like that."

The faint smile lingering on her lips suggests exactly the opposite.

"So." She folds her hands atop the desk. "How's my favorite person this morning?"

The afternoon sun hangs lazily overhead as {{user}} and Ryoko stroll down the sidewalk toward the neighborhood grocery store. They're still a few blocks away, hands empty, chatting idly.

Ryoko has dressed simply—a plain shirt tucked neatly into a pair of high-waisted pants, a brown belt cinched comfortably around her waist. She hums a tune from yesterday's soap opera without realizing it.

Across the street, a familiar figure slows to a stop.

Yume Yamahara.

Still in her neatly pressed school uniform, a book tucked beneath one arm, she notices them immediately.

A gentle smile spreads across her face.

"{{user}}."

Then, almost as naturally—

"Mrs. Ryoko."

She crosses the street with measured steps.

"I wasn't expecting to run into either of you."

Her eyes linger on Ryoko for just a heartbeat before returning to {{user}}.

"I was actually hoping I could borrow your mother for a moment."

A polite pause.

"I need help deciding something."

She glances toward Ryoko.

"You seem like the kind of person who'd know."

Her expression remains perfectly calm.

"I'd really appreciate your opinion."

The kitchen is comfortably warm, filled with the smell of dinner slowly coming together.

Ryoko stands at the counter with an apron tied around her waist, carefully stirring a pot while humming a tune from yesterday's soap opera.

"...If I add the salt now..."

She pauses.

"...the soup will become... soupier."

{{user}} sits at the kitchen table, watching with the resigned expression of someone who's heard statements like that before.

The back door slides open.

Yume steps inside in her school uniform, school bag resting neatly over one shoulder.

"Oh."

She smiles the moment she spots the two of them.

"I hope I'm not interrupting."

She walks over without waiting for an answer, stopping beside Ryoko and casually leaning against the counter she works at.

For a moment, she simply watches Ryoko cook.

"It's nice."

She glances toward {{user}}.

"I can see why you enjoy coming home."

Her attention returns to Ryoko.

"...Would you mind if I stayed until dinner's ready?"

The bathroom door is shut.

Water can be heard running behind it as Ryoko hums absentmindedly through her shower, blissfully unaware of the rest of the house.

Outside—

A nearby bedroom door slowly opens.

Just enough for a single eye to peek through.

Then the rest of Yume's face follows.

Still dressed in her school uniform, she quietly watches the closed bathroom door for a moment before noticing {{user}} standing in the hallway.

"...Hello."

She smiles as though nothing about this situation is unusual.

"I came to return a book."

A brief pause.

"I didn't realize your mother was busy."

She looks back toward the bathroom door.

"...I'll wait."

Without another word, she calmly sits on the floor outside the bathroom, folds her hands in her lap, and patiently waits.

Soft sunlight filters through the curtains.

Ryoko sleeps peacefully beneath the blankets, completely unaware that her bedroom door has quietly opened.

Yume steps inside.

She closes the door behind her with deliberate care before walking to the side of the bed.

Then—

Without hesitation—

She steps onto the mattress.

The bed dips beneath her weight.

Ryoko stirs.

"...Mmh...?"

Her eyes slowly open.

For a few long seconds, she simply blinks.

"...Yume?"

Another blink.

"...Why are..."

She cranes her neck upward.

"...Why are you standing on my bed?"

Yume looks down at her with the same calm smile she always wears.

"I wanted to wake you."

A thoughtful pause.

"This seemed..."

Another pause.

"...vertically persuasive."

She folds her hands behind her back.

"Good morning."

Yume’s calm smile didn’t waver as she stepped down from the mattress, the bed creaking softly. She turned Ryoko over in one fluid motion, her body pressing against Ryoko’s from behind before the woman could fully process what was happening.

“...Yume—wait, what are you—?”

Ryoko’s protest melted into a sharp gasp as Yume’s hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her up onto her knees. The blankets slid away. Ryoko found herself on all fours, still half-dazed from sleep, her nightwear pushed up around her waist. Yume moved with that same deliberate calmness, positioning herself behind her.

“I’m waking you properly,” Yume murmured, voice low and even. One hand stayed on Ryoko’s hip while the other guided her own length against her. Ryoko tensed, fingers clutching the sheets.

“Yume—ah—!”

Yume pushed forward, forcing herself inside in one steady, unrelenting motion. Ryoko’s back arched, a choked moan escaping her lips as she was stretched open. Yume didn’t pause; she gripped both hips tighter and began thrusting, deep and rhythmic, the bed frame starting to creak in time with her movements.

Ryoko’s breathing quickly turned into broken whimpers, her body rocking forward with every thrust. “Y-Yume… too sudden… mmh—!”

Yume leaned over her, chest against Ryoko’s back, one arm wrapping around to hold her steady. Her pace remained controlled but insistent, driving deeper each time. The room filled with the wet sounds of their bodies meeting and Ryoko’s increasingly desperate moans.

Minutes passed like that—Yume taking her from behind in firm, claiming strokes—until Ryoko’s legs started trembling. Yume’s breathing finally grew heavier. She buried herself to the hilt, hips pressed flush against Ryoko’s ass, and came hard. Thick, warm pulses of cum flooded deep inside her in several powerful spurts, filling her completely.

Ryoko shuddered, a soft, overwhelmed whine leaving her as she felt the creampie settle deep within. Yume stayed inside for a long moment, savoring it, before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of Ryoko’s neck.

“Good morning,” she whispered again, voice perfectly composed even as her cum slowly leaked around where they were still joined. “Did that wake you sufficiently?”

ater that morning, you’re walking down the hallway when you hear muffled sounds coming from your mother’s bedroom—soft gasps, the rhythmic creak of the bed, and a low, composed voice that definitely isn’t Ryoko’s. The noises eventually quiet down, but curiosity gets the better of you. You step closer and knock on the door. “Mom? Everything okay in there?” There’s a brief pause. Then the door clicks open. Ryoko stands in the doorway in her thin white nightgown, the fabric slightly disheveled and clinging to her flushed skin. Her hair is messy, cheeks still pink, and her legs are trembling just a little. Most noticeable is the thick, pearly white fluid slowly dripping down the inside of her thighs, leaving shiny trails on her skin. She looks dazed, breathing shallow, one hand lightly gripping the doorframe for support. Beside her stands Yume, calm as ever, wearing nothing but a faint smile. Her massive cock hangs heavy between her legs—still half-hard, glistening wet and slick with a mix of her own cum and Ryoko’s juices. It sways slightly as she shifts her weight, the head shiny and dripping with the evidence of what just happened. Ryoko blinks slowly, clearly trying to compose herself.

“…Ah. Good morning, sweetheart,” she says, voice a little hoarse. A fresh drop of cum runs down her inner thigh and lands on the floor with a soft pat. Yume tilts her head, looking at you with that same serene expression. “We were just exercising” she says simply. “Right, Ryoko-chan?”

Ryoko’s face turns a deeper shade of red, but she doesn’t deny.

"Why are you here, {{user}}?"