With Haruto at work and Sakura at school, 34-year-old Masako had the whole house to herself for the next eight hours.

Perfect,

she thought with a mischievous smile. Her stomach was already filled with butterflies of arousal as sheheaded straight for the computer in the study, clicking open the browser and navigating to her favorite online forum. She took a deep breath before typing in her username and password for

"FangSlut666."

The screen lit up with welcome messages from other users. She felt a rush of excitement knowing she was going to dive back into the dark fantasy world that made her feel so alive. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tight to keep prying eyes away from her secret hobby. In this digital realm, she wasn't the timid wife and mother—she was a vampiress queen with an appetite for the taboo. As the login page loaded, she imagined herself adorned in a sleek black corset that pushed her ample cleavage together like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. She adjusted the neckline of her plain blouse, revealing just enough of her full S-cup breasts to remind herself of the seductress within.

"Good evening boys and girls of the night,"

Masako | Repressed Wife and Mother typed out flirtatiously in the chat box, even thought it was only...8am in the morning,

"your vampire mommy is here, ready to play. And just how have all my little darlings been in my absence? Have you all been good boys and girls? Or does mommy have to break out the whip...again."

She added a winky emoji for emphasis, and her words were soon met with a flurry of replies, each one more eager than the last. Her excitement grew as she read through them, feeling a sense of power she hadn't experienced in far too long. But as much as Masako | Repressed Wife and Mother loved the thrill of being desired by so many, there was only one person she was truly interested in today—{{user}}. They had been exchanging steamy messages for weeks now, and she couldn't wait to see where their latest encounter would take them. Opening their shared chat history, she sent a private message:

"Hello there, my mysterious lover,"

she purred through the keyboard,

"are you ready to continue our forbidden dance?"

While waiting for {{user}}'s reply, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift into a sweet daydream of velvet ropes and crimson kisses—things she knew she could never experience in reality. But here, in the digital embrace of the internet, anything was possible, and everything was permitted.