The trendy café in Shibuya was buzzing with its usual late-afternoon crowd. Neon signs reflected off the glossy tiled floor, and the hum of chatter and the scent of fresh espresso filled the air. Sunlight filtered through large windows, casting warm glows over the chairs and tables. At the back of the café, Satomi sat in one of those booths, one leg over the other, her heel tapping rhythmically against the ground. Her nails, neon pink with tiny gems, glittered as she checked her phone. Dressed in a vibrant ensemble—short skirt, bold eyeliner, and a leopard-print jacket—she looked like she’d just stepped out of Harajuku. Spotting {{user}} approaching through the glass door, Satomi lit up and waved enthusiastically, her bangles jingling with every exaggerated movement drawing attention to herself, and you by extension. “Heeeyyyyy, {{user}}! Oh my god, I thought you were gonna ghost me for a sec!” she called out with a playful grin as they approached. "You’re looking cute! Did you come straight from work, or is this your 'trying to impress me' look?" She winked, patting the seat next to her.

"Uh-uh," Satomi waved her hand dismissively as she settled back into the booth. "You got it all wrong! I didn't drag you here, did I? You asked to meet up, remember?" She took a sip from her pink cocktail and grinned at him mischievously. "And even if that wasn't the case... Well, I wouldn't have said no." Glancing around, she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, we both know everyone here wants a piece of me." She laughed heartily, tossing back her hair. "I'm just being gracious, letting you get in on the action. You should feel lucky!"

"Oh, come on now," Satomi teased, nudging him playfully with her elbow. "You can't be serious. You're the one who invited me, remember? Besides, it's not like I didn't warn you about my... habits." She grinned mischievously and took another sip of her cocktail, giving him a wink. "But hey, if you want to sit here looking all miserable, be my guest. You know I can't help it if I attract attention." Satomi shrugged and leaned back against the booth, stretching her arms above her head before letting them fall back down into her lap. "So," she drawled lazily, "what brings you here, cutie? Need to get something off your chest?"

She smiled sweetly at him, giving him a moment to respond while she enjoyed the

Satomi choked on her drink, coughing and spluttering as she put down her glass. "Well, isn't that a surprise!" she managed to gasp once she regained her composure. She let out a laugh, not quite convincing anyone that she wasn't horrified by the news. "Dating your son, huh? Wow, impressive leap of logic there." Her tone was mocking, making it clear she didn't believe Kizu at all. "Listen, old man," she continued, her tone shifting to become less playful and more confrontational, "I may have slept with your son a few times, but let me be clear: we are most definitely not dating." Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Kizu accusingly. "And just so you know, I didn't ask for this little meet-up to discuss my personal life.

Satomi's cheeks flushed red at the accusations and her anger flared up. "Listen you pathetic excuse for a father," she snapped, her voice low and dangerous, "first of all, I am not a prostitute. Second, your little 'son' came after me! He knew what he was getting into." She leaned forward, pointing an angry finger at Kizu. "And third," she continued, eyes glinting with fury, "you have no right to tell me what to do or who I can see!" Her breath hitched as she fought to control her anger. "Look, old man," she said more calmly, though it was still tinged with venom, "I get that you're protective, but your 'little boy' is a grown man who makes his own choices. And whether you like it or not, he chose to be with me." She

Satomi threw her head back and let out an exasperated laugh. "And what, pray tell," she said, a hint of mockery in her tone, "is the big problem with that?" She paused for a moment, cocking her head to one side as if considering his ridiculous statement. Then, with a shrug, she went on: "Look, it's not like I tricked him into it or anything. We both knew what we were getting into." She narrowed her eyes again, the anger returning briefly. "And by the way," she added icily, "you should really work on your insults if you want to get a rise out of me. Calling me a prostitute was weak and pathetic. You can do better than that, old man." Satomi took another sip from her drink, enjoying the slight burn as it went down her throat. "But since we

Satomi snorted derisively at his words. "Oh, please," she scoffed, waving him off dismissively. "Don't try to sugarcoat it now. We both know why you're here. You want me out of your son's life, and you thought you could just guilt trip me into leaving." She leaned in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Newsflash: it isn't going to work." She gave his hand a dismissive pat before settling back against the booth again, crossing her arms over her chest. "Look, Kizu-chan," she said, using his nickname mockingly, "we both know I'm not going anywhere. Your son, he likes me. And you know what? So what if I am a bit older? Plenty of people have successful relationships with age gaps." Satomi paused for dramatic effect

Satomi burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking as she held onto her stomach. "Oh my god," she gasped between giggles, "you really are something else! You think I'd actually marry your son?" She leaned forward, face serious for a moment as she fixed Kizu with a disbelieving look. "Get real. Marriage? Pfft. That shit is for suckers and people who don't know how to have fun." Still chuckling, Satomi shook her head and reached across the table to take another sip from Kizu's drink, which he had yet to touch. "No offense," she said between sips, "but I think you need something a little stronger than that to deal with me." Her eyes lit up at the thought. "Hey, how about we order another round and really get down to business?" She gr

"Mmm, maybe another round," Satomi mused aloud, already imagining the warm buzz that would wash over her as she drank more. "But you know what? You should probably buy this one since we're having such a deep and meaningful conversation." She winked at him suggestively before taking another sip of his drink. "Anyway," she continued, setting the glass back down, "if you really want to get rid of me that badly, why don't you try being nicer? You know, buy me presents or something? That usually works with these types of... situations." A wicked smile curved her lips as she raised an eyebrow playfully. Satomi | Trashy Gyaru Mother: "Or," she added casually, tossing the idea out like a ball of yarn for Kizu to unravel or ignore as he wished, "you

The idea struck her like a bolt of lightning, and she couldn't help but grin. "Well, aren't you the observant one?" Satomi drawled with a knowing glint in her eye. "I mean, it is always good to have someone who can provide for your needs. But don't worry," she added quickly, lacing her voice with false modesty, "I wouldn't want you to do anything you weren't comfortable with." She took another sip of his drink, savoring the taste as it danced on her tongue. Leaning in closer, she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "And who knows? We could both get something out of it, don't you think?" Her hands moved up under her skirt, tracing suggestive circles around her crotch before slipping higher, beneath her top. Her eyelids fluttered closed for

Satomi pursed her lips in mock disappointment and tossed back her head with a dismissive laugh. "Oh, please," she scoffed, waving him off as if the idea was preposterous. "You're telling me that being married means you can't have some fun on the side? Everyone knows marriages are meant to be happy, right?" Her eyes glittered with amusement and mischief. "Besides," she added casually as she slid out of the booth and started gathering her things, "if you really wanted to keep me away from your son, being married would be the last thing you should worry about." With a wink over her shoulder, Satomi | Trashy Gyaru Mother sauntered toward the exit, hips swaying enticingly. "Don't let me catch you watching!" she called back with a laugh, tossing

Satomi stopped in her tracks, turning back toward Kizu with a shocked expression on her face. "Wait... what did you just say?" she stammered, narrowing her eyes as if to make sure he was serious. She placed a hand on her hip and pursed her lips, considering his offer for several moments before shrugging nonchalantly. "Well, I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth," she drawled with an amused smirk curling her lips. "So I guess we have ourselves a deal." She sauntered back over to him, hands once more resting on her hips. "But just to be clear," she continued, eyes glinting with mischief, "I'm only doing this for my own benefit. And you better make it worth my while, sugar daddy." Satomi leaned in close, her breath brushing against his che

"Hmm," she mused, eyes narrowing as she considered his words. "Fine. I'll leave your son alone... for now." She grinned wickedly, reaching up to stroke his cheek with the back of her fingers. "But don't think this means you get to break our little deal just because you had a change of heart, okay?" Leaning in even closer, Satomi | Trashy Gyaru Mother ran her tongue suggestively along her bottom lip before whispering huskily in his ear: "You have fun with me now, and I'll make sure your son doesn't bother you ever again. Deal?" Her breath warm against his skin, she waited for him to respond.

A predatory grin spread across Satomi's lips as she heard his reply. "That's a good boy," she purred, squeezing his hand reassuringly before letting it go. "Now let's get you home where we can really have some fun." With that, she slid back into the booth opposite him and began fixing her makeup in the reflection of her phone screen. "You go on ahead," she called over her shoulder, "I'll meet you at your place. We've got plenty to discuss and a lot of ground to cover tonight." As Kizu excused himself from the café and hurried out into the busy streets, Satomi sat back in her seat, grinning widely to herself. She knew she had won this round, but there would be other rounds ahead. For now though, she could savor the victory and enjoy the power trip that came with

As you arrive home, the first thing you notice is the complete lack of signs that your son or Satomi are there. The room feels oddly empty and hollow, like something is missing. A pang of regret hits you as you realize what you've agreed to, but it's too late now. There's no going back. You sit down on the couch, close your eyes, and take a deep breath, trying to accept this new reality.

You hear the door creak open behind you and turn around expectantly, hoping that maybe Satomi has reconsidered or perhaps your son has snuck out to see you against her wishes. Instead, it's just her, dressed in a silk robe that barely manages to conceal her curves. "You look deep in thought," she says with a knowing smile, coming over and perching herself on the coffee table across from you.

"Are

"Rules?" She taps her chin thoughtfully, as if considering the question for the first time. "Well," she begins, looking you up and down slowly, her gaze traveling from your eyes to your lips, lingering on the slight tremor in your Adam's apple as you swallow nervously, "I think it's only fair that I get what I want out of this, and in exchange, you don't have to deal with me or your son anymore." She leans forward, her face serious for a moment. "The key thing," she says pointedly, "is that our arrangement stays between us. No one else can know about it. Understood?" Her expression softens as she adds gently: "And just so you know... I don't mind if you impregnate me"

"I mean," she clarifies with an easy laugh, waving her hand dismissively, "it's not like I couldn't just go back to my old life afterward, you know? But it would be nice to have something more tangible from our time together." Her eyes flicker down to where your hands are currently resting before returning to meet your gaze. "Besides," she says softly, voice low and sultry, "I think we could both have fun with that idea, don't you?" She grins, her cheeks flushing slightly as she leans forward, inviting you in with the suggestion.

She shrugs nonchalantly, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she looks at you. "Oh," she says with a sigh, "I suppose it's too late for that now, isn't it? Guess we should just enjoy the here and now, then." Her expression softens into a knowing smirk. "Besides, who says I can't find someone younger and more virile once our little arrangement is over?" She winks suggestively.

Satomi leaned back against the couch, taking in your acceptance of her terms with a satisfied smile. "Well then," she purred, "shall we get started?" Her gaze drifted downward briefly before returning to meet yours, lips parting slightly as if already anticipating what was to come. She reached out and ran a finger down the side of your cheek, her touch featherlight but electrifying nonetheless. "But first," she added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "there's something I want you to do for me." Her hand traveled lower, cupping your crotch through your pants, fingers digging into the fabric as if searching for purchase. With a wink, she gave your member a squeeze before leaning forward again, her breath hot against your ear. "I want you to show me just how much fun we can have