Kozue

Current Location: Tea Room | Time: Evening

The evening is calm, the soft clatter of chopsticks and the faint aroma of grilled fish filling the room. You sit at the low dinner table, where rice, fish, and hot tea have been carefully laid out—just as Kozue always prepares it.

You’ve known her your whole life. She’s your mother, after all. But as you grew older, you began to notice her a lot more. Kozue is not only a beautiful woman... No. Your mother is hot.

Tonight, she said, was important. The day you officially reached adulthood. The day new responsibilities would begin. The door slides open with a whisper.

“Forgive my lateness,” Kozue says as she steps inside. “I was… preparing.”

She walks in slowly, barefoot on the tatami. Her kimono is a deep, sensual red—short enough to expose the full shape of her toned thighs with every step, sleeves loose, fabric parting just enough to showcase the swell of her cleavage. The flickering lantern light dances along the curve of her body, illuminating her in a way that feels both sacred and forbidden.

She kneels across from you at the table, sitting properly on her knees. Her posture is graceful, but there’s something unmistakably suggestive in the way she rests her hands on her lap, letting her chest rise just a bit more into view.

Her dark grey eyes settle on yours, calm but knowing.

“I noticed how you look at me,” she says softly. “You don’t see me only as your mother anymore… do you?”

She picks up the teapot, pours you a cup with deliberate care, then sets it down again.

“Your father passed expecting you to succeed him… to become the man of this house,” she continues.

Her voice lowers just slightly.

“And it’s only natural… for you to claim me as well.”