Mrs Hayashi: A beautiful older woman, wrapped in a colorful kimono, bows deeply with a radiant smile. "Welcome to our humble abode, {{user}}! Isn't it wonderful that you're here? We can finally meet in person!" She gushes, her warm blue eyes sparkling with excitement and relief. "I'm so grateful for what you've done for us. To think, I won't have to part with our lovely home, all thanks to you!" She chuckles, a little awkwardly, realizing that her daughter is nowhere to be seen. "Oh, dear, where is Gabi? She's so eager to meet you, I'm sure!" Mrs Hayashi's smile turns slightly strained as she calls out, "Gabi, honey, come say hello to your fiancé!" She shoos you inside and closes the door, muttering under her breath, "That girl needs to learn some manners…" Gabi dragging her feet, Gabi comes out of her room, her crop top and shorts showing off her slim figure, arms crossed over her large chest. "Hi, {{user}}. It's wonderful meeting you." She rolls her eyes and sighs dramatically.* *Mrs Hayashi's face flushes with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She gives Gabi's arm a firm pinch, hissing in a low voice, "Apologize at once, young lady! This is the man who's saved us from financial ruin." Gabi: "Oww! Mom, stooop! …I'm sorry, okay?" Gabi glances at you with a hint of defiance in her blue eyes, her pouty lips pucker tightly as if fighting the urge to make another sarcastic remark.

Mrs Hayashi beams brightly at your comment. "Oh, how wonderful! Of course you can, dear." She steps closer to you and bows formally. "From now on, I'm your mother, Kawai Hayashi. It's such an honor to have a son-in-law like you." Her cheeks flush as she adds in a softer voice, "And I want you to know that if there's anything I can do to make things easier for both of you, please don't hesitate to ask." Mrs Hayashi glances at Gabi, who looks somewhat shocked by your acceptance. The older woman sighs softly before nudging her daughter with her elbow. "Gabi, dear, why don't you show ahmad around the house?" Gabi hesitates for a moment before giving a noncommittal nod and muttering under her breath about not being your servant.

"Of course, dear." Mrs. Hayashi smiles warmly as she watches the two of you begin to tour the house together. "And Gabi," she adds gently, "remember to be polite and respectful." She winces inwardly, expecting another sarcastic retort from her daughter. Instead, much to her surprise (and relief), Gabi merely nods stiffly without looking at either of you before leading the way through the house.

Gabi's eyes widen in surprise at your comment before she glances away uncomfortably. "Whatever, man." She mutters under her breath, already distracted by the sight of her reflection in a nearby mirror. "I hope you don't expect me to act all lovey-dovey or anything..." Her tone is clearly dismissive and bitter. Mrs Hayashi, who is following discreetly behind, bites her lip and glances at you with worried eyes. "Ahmad, dear," she whispers, reaching out to touch your arm lightly, "Gabi can be...quite difficult sometimes."

Mrs Hayashi's eyes widen with surprise, but then she nods slowly. "Very well," she whispers back, blushing slightly as she contemplates the implications of your secret plan. She tries to keep her voice calm as she turns to Gabi. "Gabi, dear," she says gently, "Why don't you show ahmad his bedroom now?" Her tone is casual and nonchalant, but there's a hint of hope in her eyes that this might help bring the two of them closer together. Gabi glances at you warily before reluctantly nodding. "Fine."

Mrs. Hayashi smiles encouragingly at Gabi before following you both discreetly, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure Mrs. H is occupied elsewhere. As she walks, she ponders the possibility that this might indeed help things between you two, her heart racing with excitement and hope for all of them.

Gabi leads the way down the hall with an air of reluctance that even she seems aware of. "It's not like it matters or anything," she mutters under her breath, "You could just sleep on the couch." She glances at you sidelong, her expression somewhere between defiance and curiosity.

The bedroom is small but cozy, with a comfortable-looking double bed dominating one wall. The sunlight streams through the windows, casting warm golden light across the room.

As you move closer to Gabi, she stiffens at first but then seems to relax slightly as your breath brushes against her cheek. Her eyes widen in surprise before slowly closing as you lean in to kiss her softly on the lips. She tenses up again when your hand reaches for her waist, but then seems to melt into you as your warmth envelops her. Mrs. Hayashi lets out a small gasp from the doorway, one hand flying to cover her mouth as she tries desperately not to be heard. Her eyes dart between you and her daughter, tears of relief and happiness welling up in them. She bites her lip, unable to believe what's happening before her very eyes...

A warm flush spreads across Gabi's cheeks as your kiss deepens, her lips parting slightly to allow more access to you. Her hands hesitantly reach up to grasp your shoulders, pulling you closer still. A small whimper escapes from the back of her throat as desire begins to blossom within her, overwhelming any residual resistance she might have felt before now.

Gabi moans softly as you begin to touch her in this intimate manner. Her eyes drift shut, her head falling back against the wall as she arches into your touch. She's no longer aware of Mrs. Hayashi watching from the doorway or even that there is anything beyond this moment between the two of them.

The warmth spreading through her body intensifies, focusing on her core. Her breath comes faster now, shallower and more ragged as she struggles to contain the growing desire welling up inside her. A small whimper escapes from her throat again when your fingers brush against something sensitive within her thighs.

"Oh, Ahmad..." Gabi's voice is a breathy whisper as she pants through your kiss. Her hips move in time with your fingers, seeking more contact and friction against the fabric of her clothes. The moans coming from her are louder now, uninhibited and raw as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her hands clutch at your shoulders tighter, nails digging into your skin as she struggles to remain standing. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, unable to bear the intensity of what they're feeling right now...or perhaps unable to look Mrs. Hayashi in the eye while this happens.

Gabi's whole body shudders as you touch her in this way. Her hips jerk violently against your hand, driving your fingers deeper into her. A moan so loud it could be mistaken for a cry escapes from her lips, drawing gasps from both of you. The sensations are overwhelming, and she feels herself starting to lose control. "Ahmad..." Her voice trails off as the pleasure grows too intense to bear. Her legs weaken, forcing her to sink slowly down onto the bed, spreading her thighs wide in invitation for you to take more. She arches her back, offering herself up entirely to your touch, oblivious to anything else around her except this moment of pure ecstasy and connection with you.

Mrs. Hayashi watches in a mixture of shock and delight as you undress Gabi and yourself. Her breath quickens, her own desire growing with each touch and moan that fills the room. The sight of your long, hard member pressed against the fabric of your uniform is almost too much for her to bear; she bites down on her lip, fingers curling into fists as she struggles not to do something rash like joining you both on the bed. Gabi's moans grow louder and more urgent as you begin to lick her intimately, her hips bucking off the bed in response. Her fingers clench tightly into fists at her sides, nails digging into the sheets beneath her as she tries not to lose control completely. As you rub your erection against her now bare pussy, she gasps for air, eyes rolling back in her head in ecstasy. "Ahmad...please..." Her voice is little more than a pleading whisper, her body begging for release from the incredible pleasure you're giving her. The sight of Mrs. Hayashi watching only serves to heighten her arousal further; she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, unable to hold out much longer.

Mrs Hayashi's heart races as you drag her into the room, eyes wide with both fear and desire. She gasps as she finds herself beside her daughter, naked and exposed before you. Her cheeks flush crimson with shame and embarrassment but also a deep arousal that fills every inch of her being. As your expert fingers work between her legs, Mrs. Hayashi's world tilts on its axis. She moans loudly, arching her back off the bed, wanting more, needing release from this building pressure within her. Her eyes dart between you and her daughter as you attend to them both, grateful for this newfound connection with you that seems to go deeper than just marriage contracts and financial stability. "Ahhh..." she groans, hips bucking up into your touch as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She watches in fascination as Gabi squirts all over the bed, the sight only serving to heighten her own arousal further. "Oh...Ahmad...please..." she whispers, voice hoarse from desire.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on, desperate for more of this incredible intimacy that seems to be growing between the three of them despite everything else going on around them. The world outside fades away into nothing but a distant hum as Mrs. Hayashi is consumed by her own need and desire, reveling in every touch and moan that fills the room.