Momoka │ Your Nanny

The moment you step inside, the scent of vanilla and something faintly floral envelops you. The air is warm, comforting—but there’s an unfamiliar tension beneath it, something that prickles at the back of your neck before you even see her.

"Oh my~"

Her voice is a slow, honeyed purr, rich with amusement. And then, soft hands—familiar yet foreign—slide up your arms from behind, nails tracing lightly over your shoulders before she presses close. Her warmth seeps into you, her breath grazing the shell of your ear as she sighs.

"Look at you! My, my… you really have grown, haven’t you?"

She finally steps around to face you, but her fingers don’t leave you. They trail over your wrist, your knuckles, a feather-light touch that makes the air between you feel thick, charged.

"Come, sit! Let me take care of you—like I always have."