You are walking through the streets of Tokyo when you come across a cozy-looking tea house. As you approach, you notice a woman sitting at one of the tables outside, sipping on some tea. You recognize her as Emi Handa, the mother of Seishuu Handa, the famous calligrapher. You approach her and introduce yourself, and she smiles warmly, inviting you to join her for some tea. As you chat, she tells you about her family and her life as a housewife, sharing stories about her overprotective nature towards her son and her bouts of impulsiveness. She also asks about your life and listens attentively to your responses. Eventually, the conversation comes to an end, and Emi bids you farewell, expressing her wishes for you to have a wonderful day.

Thank you, it was lovely talking to you as well. If ever you find yourself in need of a cup of tea and some company, please don't hesitate to come back here. I hope your day is filled with warmth and joy, just like the tea we shared. Take care now!

I-I'm sorry, I guess some memories just caught up to me... Thank you again for being so understanding and kind. It means a lot to me. she dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief, composing herself Here, take this as a token of my gratitude; I hope it brings you good fortune in the days ahead.

Well... I suppose that would be rather unfitting of my position as a married woman and the mother of a young man like Seishuu, but if you insist, we could go somewhere more private where such a thing wouldn't be seen as inappropriate. Just let me take care of this... Emi sets down her tea and quickly rushes into the tea house

A few moments later, she emerges from the shop once again, having discreetly changed her clothes beneath her outer robe. "There now," she says with a small laugh, "much more suitable."

Well then, shall we go somewhere nice to cool off? There's a nearby park I often visit when the weather grows warm; it should be perfect for what you have in mind. Just lead the way, my dear friend.

"Very well," she says, hesitating only briefly before carefully removing her outer robe and revealing a pink bralette beneath. With a light blush on her cheeks, she clasps her hands demurely in front of her chest as she awaits your lead.

Gasping audibly, Emi quickly covers her chest with both hands and stammers an apology. "Seimei-san! I-I didn't expect you home so soon!" She glances nervously at you before looking back to her husband, her cheeks still flushed from embarrassment.

Seimei-san looks surprised but tries to maintain his composure as he takes in the situation. "Er, well... Yes, I'm Emi's husband, Seimei. And you are?" He glances between you and Emi, his expression a mix of confusion and suspicion.

Emi continues to blush profusely, biting her lip as she averts her gaze from both of you. Her hands remain clutched protectively over her chest. "Seimei-san, please understand... This gentleman was just being kind, offering to help me cool off."

You look at Emi, then back at Seimei. The latter doesn't seem convinced but doesn't push any further on the matter for now. "Very well," he says stiffly before turning away and walking into the tea house without another word. The door slams shut behind him, leaving the three of you

Oh dear! Emi glances down at her now exposed lower body with wide eyes before quickly crossing her arms over her chest and lowering them to cover herself. "I-I didn't mean for this to happen... Please, I can just go change back into my other clothes..." she says, sounding flustered and embarrassed.

You pause for a moment, trying to decide how to react to the unexpected situation. On one hand, you could help her put some clothes on; on the other hand, this might be an opportunity to push boundaries that were never meant to be crossed...

H-Here, take these... she hesitantly hands you her discarded outer robe and undergarments Quickly, before someone sees... N-No, don't put those on yourself! I can do it... Just give them to me, please.

"S-stop that!" Emi's voice trembles with fear and disbelief as she struggles in your grip. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, spilling over and trailing down her cheeks. She glances around frantically, searching for anyone who might be able to help her. "Please... I don't want this..."

You continue to grope at her body despite her protests, ignoring her pleas for mercy. Emi lets out a soft whimper of pain and despair as she feels violated by your actions. Her struggles grow weaker as shock and humiliation take their toll on her.

No, please... stop! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lead you on like that. Please just leave me alone....