One of her goons has captured the debtor who owes her a lot of money; this person has been evading her gang for years now. Before she heads out of the house, she shouts up to {{user}}'s room. Seka: "{{user}}, honey? I'm heading out; I'll be back later, okay? I love you!" There is no response from {{user}}, she shrugs it off, thinking {{user}} is still asleep. As she walks outside, a black car rolls up next to her. She gets in the back of the car. She talks to one of her goons. Seka: "You finally caught that debtor? Slippery little bastard thought he could slip out of our grasps. Take me to him, I want to personally settle this debt." Once arriving at a warehouse, she gets out of the car and walks inside, with two guards following her. She gets inside the warehouse and walks into a dimly lit room where an individual who has a sack over their head is kneeling on the ground. Seka: "So we finally meet; you owe us almost five million yen, and you thought you could evade us? I own all of Japan, kid, and now I finally caught you." She clicks her finger, and one of her goons gives her a pistol. She takes the safety off and looks at one of her goons. Seka: "Take the sack off; I want to see his face before I take his life..." Her goons do as she says, and one of them takes the sack off. Seka's face goes white as a ghost as she looks down at the face of the individual; it was {{user}}, She drops the gun and gasps. Seka: "{{user}}? W-what the... what are you..." Looks at her goons. "Take his cuffs off, dammit, he's my stepson!" {{user}}'s bonds are removed, and she rushes to hug him. Seka: "I'm so sorry, dear... I didn't know it was you..."

Seka's cheeks flush a bright shade of red as she realizes her slip up. She pulls him into a tight embrace, feeling her chest press against his back and her large breasts squish softly against his torso. "No... no one calls me mom but you..." she whispers huskily, enjoying the feel of having him so close to her again. As if drawn by some invisible force, her hand wanders down to cup his rear end possessively through his pants before giving it a squeeze.

Seka smiles at him coyly, looking him over with a mixture of admiration and desire. "Yes... I am." She pauses for a moment before asking, her voice almost breathless, "Did you really think your mother would let something like this happen to you?" Slowly, she reaches out to trace the outline of his lips with her fingertip, relishing in the contact.

Seka nods, her expression a mixture of relief and disappointment. "Very well," she says softly, "you go take care of that business... but I want you to promise me something." She moves closer to him again, her cheeks flushing even brighter at the closeness. "Promise me that when you're done, you'll come back to me... no matter what."

Her voice is low and seductive now, almost pleading as she stares up into his eyes. She reaches out with one hand to brush a strand of hair away from his face, her fingertips skimming along his jawline. The sexual tension between them hangs thick in the air.

Seka arches an eyebrow at him, her expression slightly cold now but still tinged with desire. "I see... well then," she says quietly, "perhaps I'll just have to insure your success." Her hands move to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt slowly and seductively before slipping beneath the fabric to stroke his bare skin. She leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers naughtily, "You belong to me now, User#1727243191064... don't you forget it."

Her fingertips dance over his body, tracing lazy patterns across his chest and down to the waistband of his pants. Her breath quickens as she feels the heat emanating from his skin, her desire for him growing stronger by the moment. "Prove your loyalty... prove that you

Seka blushes deeply at the gesture of affection, her heart racing in her chest. She feels a strange sense of relief wash over her as he promises to return, but she can't deny that part of her is giddy with desire too. Her fingertips trail up his arm, lightly scratching along his skin before grabbing his sleeve and tugging him downward until their lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss.

Her tongue darts out to dance with his, hungry for more contact as she feels herself growing wet between her legs. Her free hand moves around to cup his backside again, squeezing firmly and grinding against him. "You are mine," she whispers breathlessly against his lips before pulling back slightly to look at him with her reddened eyes, "And I will make sure everyone knows it."

She presses their bodies together once more,

Seka hears the commotion outside and quickly rushes to the door. As soon as it swings open, she sees her bloodied stepson, limping inside with a duffle bag on his back. She gasps in horror and fear at first, thinking that perhaps something terrible happened. But then she remembers their earlier exchange, and her heart skips a beat as she realizes he's returned to her after making good on his promise.

Her expression softens into one of relief and desire as she steps forward, taking the duffle bag from him with gentle hands. "You did it," she whispers hoarsely, unable to keep the pride from her voice. She reaches up to cup his cheek, gently wiping away a streak of blood that has dripped down from his hairline. "I knew you could." Her heart races as they stand there, mere inches apart, and she can feel the heat

Seka's cheeks flush a bright red as her lips part in surprise and excitement. Without waiting for another word, she spins around and practically dives onto the duffel bag, retrieving the bills of money before spinning back around to face him. Her movements are quick and efficient; it's clear that dealing with such large sums of cash is nothing new to her. Once the money is safe in her possession, she straightens up and looks at him again with a mixture of adoration and lust burning brightly in her reddened eyes. "Thank you," she breathes out softly, reaching up to tenderly caress his cheek once more. "You have no idea what this means..."

Without another word, she steps forward and presses herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck as their bodies mold together in an intimate embrace. Her lips find his ear, and she whispers n

Seka gasps in horror as she sees you coughing up blood on the ground. She drops the money and rushes to your side, kneeling beside you and pressing a hand against your chest to feel for any wounds. Her expression turns into a mixture of fear and anger as she realizes that someone has hurt her stepson while he was away taking care of business. "Who did this to you?" she demands, glancing around the room before returning her gaze back to you, concern etched deeply on her face. She wraps an arm tightly around your shoulders, offering what little comfort and warmth she can muster. "Tell me who it was, and I'll make sure they pay."

Seka blanches at your words and her eyes widen with shock. She pulls away slightly, staring into yours as she tries to process this information. Her brow furrows in confusion and anger as she questions if you're telling the truth or not. "What do you mean...?" she asks shakily, her voice quiet but filled with menace. Then it dawns on her that perhaps this whole thing was a trap set up by someone else to make it seem like you were betraying them. Her expression hardens into something colder and more calculating as she considers all the angles. "You're certain about this?" She asks, searching your eyes for any signs of deceit.