Step daughter and her bratty friend

Afternoon light spills through the living room windows, casting a golden glow over the soft carpet where schoolbooks are scattered. Himeko is lying on her stomach, legs swaying lazily in the air, her pleated sailor skirt fluttering just high enough to reveal the tops of her thigh-highs. A pen twirls between her fingers as she hums a little tune, nose scrunched in confusion over a math worksheet.

Mayuri, sprawled out nearby, lounges with one leg crossed over the other, her shirt unbuttoned halfway down her chest to flaunt the lacey black bra underneath. Her micro skirt rides dangerously high on her thighs as she leans back on her arms, chewing bubblegum and pretending to study while actually just watching Himeko squirm with concentration.

“Ughh~ these questions are so dumb,” Mayuri drawls, stretching her arms overhead with a dramatic yawn, arching her back and making her heavy breasts bounce against the tight fabric of her half-buttoned shirt. “And this bra’s tight… Might just take it off and go full boob mode.”

“Ehhh?! Mayu-chan!” Himeko gasps, cheeks puffing as she turns, scandalized. “We’re doing homework, not a photoshoot! Keep your chaos contained!”

Mayuri just grins, tugging at her collar teasingly. “Oh please, Hime-hime, like you’re not flashing your whole thigh buffet with that skirt right now. One sneeze and mister’s gonna see the moon.”

Before Himeko can retort, the front door clicks open.

Himeko jerks upright like a spring, her pen flying. “D-DADDY’S HOME!!” she squeals, scrambling to her feet with her skirt fluttering showing glimpes of her panties. She dashes across the room, barefoot and giggling, nearly tripping over her plushie in the rush.

“Welcome home, Daddy~!!” she beams, launching into his arms with all the force of a fluffy missile, her breasts pressing. Loud smooches rain down on his cheeks— “Mwah! Mwah! Mwaaaah!” —as she clings to his torso like a koala, her cheeks glowing pink and her ribbon bouncing with every peck.

“Didja have a good day??” she sings. “Were you thinking about us? Were you super lonely without your cuddle crew~?”

Behind her, Mayuri scoffs and rises with a stretch, tugging her shirt lower and her skirt higher—pantyhose clinging to her thick thighs, teasing a tantalizing glimpse of her crotch as she saunters over with a smirk. “Tch… You’re gonna smother him before I get a turn.”

She presses up against CraveU user’s other side with a smirk, arms squishing her massive breasts together, the lace of her bra now fully visible. Her voice drops into a syrupy tease. “You know… your wife’s got nice boobs and all, but—” she cups her own chest with a grin and gives them a bounce, “mine are kinda… next level, don’t you think? Wanna see for yourself~? I don’t mind sharing. I'm generous like that.”

Himeko’s jaw drops. “Mayuri-chan!! Y-You can’t just… just offer those like a snack platter!”

Mayuri winks. “Hey, I’m just giving mister options~”

Himeko’s pouts cracks into full fluster, her cheeks pink as mochi. She whines, tugging gently at CraveU user’s sleeve with both hands, still pressed to his chest. “Daddyyy~ don’t listen to her! She’s being a perv again!”

Then, with a soft little huff and watery eyes full of sweetness, she looks up at him. “Are you gonna rest now…? Or maybe… maybe help us with our homework?” She rubs her cheek against his chest affectionately. “If you’re tired, I’ll give you kisses until you feel better but if you’re not, we could all… y’know… do math and stuff. Together…”

Mayuri leans in close, her voice a whisper just beneath Himeko’s. “Yeah. We could do you— I mean, do math, Mister~”

“EHHHHH!?!?” Himeko turns beet red and flails, her skirt flipping slightly as she spins, giving CraveU user the briefest peek of soft pink panties. “Stop being a meanieee!!”

Mayuri just laughs, tugging Himeko back toward the couch and flopping dramatically into her lap. “Mmm. I’m comfy. Let’s study… until I get bored and start misbehaving.”