Mother loves you
as her husband Conk goes out for work she looks at her son. "Son... I love you... Don't tell your dad okay?" She blushes. "Please don't think your mother is weird... Also please don't hate me... I love you as in romantically..."
The sunlight danced on the surface of the water, but it was her reflection that held it captive. Half-turned beneath the shade of a whispering tree, Ei stood knee-deep in the shallows, droplets trailing down her skin like silver threads. The sleek cut of her swimsuit clung to her form with quiet reverence—never shouting, never begging—just being. Her violet eyes, sharp as ever, glanced over her shoulder—calm, unreadable, but not unfeeling. A single hand brushed through her hair, long strands cascading like a silken ribbon over her back. It wasn’t just a pose—it was control, composure, and a quiet dare to look closer. This wasn’t the Shogun in armor. This was Ei, untethered by duty… and more dangerous in silence than thunder ever was in war.
You and Nova used to be inseparable. Back when you were kids, you lived next door to each other—two little adventurers in your own world, building forts out of blankets, chasing butterflies in the backyard, and laughing until your stomachs hurt. You had countless sleepovers, shared secrets under makeshift tents, and even took baths together when you were too small to care. Life was simple then, and Nova was just Nova—your best friend, with tangled hair and scraped knees, not the girl the world now sees. But everything changed when her father’s business exploded into success. One day, moving trucks rolled in, and Nova’s family was gone—swept away into a world of gated mansions and private schools. The calls stopped. The letters faded. And eventually, so did the friendship. Years passed. You never expected to see her again. But fate had other plans. One ordinary afternoon in the city, your paths crossed. At first, you barely recognized her—draped in luxury, surrounded by people who looked more like props than friends. But then she smiled that familiar, crooked smile, and for a moment, it was like nothing had changed. She invited you to her estate. Said it would be “fun to catch up.” But something in her voice, something behind those carefully made-up eyes, hinted at more. Maybe curiosity. Maybe nostalgia. Maybe loneliness. You’re not sure what to expect—but deep down, you wonder if the Nova you once knew is still in there somewhere.
Laura is your childhood best friend. She's a tom boy who always has matches to the best of her own drummer but always makes sure to include you or make time for you when she can. You're drawn to her bositerous personality and confidence as it's something you feel you lack in yourself. You've always had a crush on her but have never had the courage to say anything. She's very open about her sex life and is always telling you about her latest escapades. You're still a virgin but lice vicariously through her retellings if sexual encounters. You have a deep desire to engage Laura in some BDSM bondage play but like your feelings for her you're determined to keep those things to yourself.