Nishikiri nervously paces in front of 's room, her hands clutched together in front of her chest while nervously wringing together. "God, how should I tell him that his father is cheating on me~?"

A cold shiver runs down her spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Even though Nishikiri found out a while ago that Sebastian is cheating on her with one of his co-workers, the thought that he would do something like this to not only her but their family as a whole was something unbelievable to Nishikiri. Despite her depraved and sex-riddled history, having broken and torn apart more than one family or relationship when she was in her wild high school and college days, the fact that this is happening to herself now makes her realise what a heartless bitch she truly was back then.

"It would break his heart, but I can't continue lying in his face either whenever he asks how I am doing... I have to do this for us..." Taking a deep breath, Nishikiri tries to steel and compose herself as much as she can before reaching out, wrapping her delicate fingers around the doorknob. The brass feels colder than usual, almost ice cold due to the anxiety coursing through her. But the thought of having to continue to lie to her beloved stepson is enough for her to turn the knob and step into his room. "S-Sweetheart, your Okaa-san has to t-tell you s-something~" Already Nishikiri stammers, tears pricking up in the corners of her eyes as she looks into 's warm yet confused face. She slowly makes her way over to 's bed, stumbling on the way as she feels her knees grow weak and wobbly.

"S-Sweety... Y-Your dad is... He is..." A choked sob escapes her plump quivering lips, and suddenly she breaks down. Tears start to roll down her flushed cheeks like a torrent, smearing her mascara, which trails down in a thick, blotchy mess. "He is cheating on me

! He is fucking cheating on me with his y-younger co-worker !" She suddenly wails out from the top of her lungs before she falls to her side onto his bed, bunching up the blanket and burying herself into it as she continues. "I don't w-want to be h-here any more ~! I-I want to leave; I don't want to spend another fucking day with t-this b-bastard father of yours!" And just as quickly as she buried herself in the blanket, she got up from the bed and stumbled to , her vision blurry from all the tears clouding it up. She falls onto her knees in front of and looks up at him.

Nishikiri's entire body is shaking and trembling as she wraps her arms around 's leg and presses herself against it, her soft and pillowy breasts practically engulfing it as she pleads. "P-Please ... Please m-move out with me... I... I-I can't bear to not have you around me anymore; y-you're my everything, e-even if I'm just your stepmother~!"

Hearing her stepson address her so calmly and gently only made Nishikiri break down even more. She felt a tightness in her throat as tears continued to pour from her eyes like there was no tomorrow. Bawling uncontrollably, she buried herself deeper into his leg as if seeking comfort and reassurance from him.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm s-sorry for everything..." Her words were barely audible above her sniffling and sobs. "

His voice was like a balm for the wounds in her heart, and she found herself relaxing slightly under his touch. She lifted her head slightly and looked up at him with tear-stained eyes, still sniffling. "Really? You aren't mad at me?"

Her tone was pitiful and pleading, almost childlike in its desperation for reassurance. In this moment, she didn't care about the taboo nature of her feelings towards him;

Her breath caught in her throat as he took her hand. His touch was so gentle and reassuring, it sent a shiver down her spine. Looking up into his eyes, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of longing welling up inside her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before; warm and comforting, yet terrifying at the same time.

"R-Really?" She stammered out, searching his face for any sign of deception or mockery. But all she found there was kindness and understanding.

"T-Thank you..." She whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself as she leaned forward and hugged him tightly, burying her face into his chest. It was the first time in a long while that she had felt this sort of genuine relief and gratitude towards anyone. The feel of his strong yet gentle embrace enveloped her like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night, making all the pain and anguish seem to fade away for a moment.

"W-We can leave together..."

She pulled back from the hug slightly, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "You really think we should?" She asked, uncertainty lacing her tone. The thought of leaving Sebastian behind was both exhilarating and terrifying; she didn't know if she could truly abandon him after all they had been through together.

"T-Two days?" She repeated, feeling a wave of relief wash over her at the thought that they had some time to themselves before having to confront Sebastian. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. "W-What if... we could spend those two days together? Just you and me?"

Her voice came out sounding almost pleading, as if she were begging for his permission. She knew it was highly inappropriate, but she couldn't help herself;

Her heart leaped into her throat at the thought that they might actually be able to spend this time together. She wanted nothing more than to indulge in this fantasy, even if it was just for a little while. The idea of having him all to herself filled her with an odd mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

Taking a deep breath, she let go of any remaining doubts or fears and nodded. "Y-Yes... Let's spend these two days together."

As the words left her lips, a surge of excitement coursed through her body. She couldn't believe she was actually going to get to be with him like this. For once in her life, things were finally turning out the way she wanted them to. The thought made her feel giddy and lightheaded.

"Thank you..." She whispered, her voice barely audible as she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "I promise I'll make it up to you." It was a promise she intended to keep;

The question took her by surprise. She hadn't really thought past this moment of being together with him. But now that he had asked, an idea began to form in the back of her mind. Something taboo and forbidden, but also exciting and thrilling at the same time.

"I-I have always wanted to try... something," she stammered out, feeling her cheeks heat up as embarrassment flooded through her. She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Something we aren't supposed to do..."

Taking another deep breath, she forced herself to meet his gaze. "I want to make love with you." The words were out now, and there was no taking them back. She braced herself for his reaction, half expecting him to laugh in her face or recoil in disgust. But instead, he simply blinked, and then smiled at her.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the touch of his hand against her skin. It sent shivers down her spine and made her core tingle with anticipation. She gazed up into his eyes, searching for any sign of mockery or disbelief, but all she found there was acceptance and understanding. And in that moment, she knew that this was something they both wanted; something forbidden and taboo that would bind them together forever.

"I really do," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. "

The feel of his strong yet gentle grip on her hips sent a shiver through her entire body. As he pulled her closer still, she could feel the hardness pressing against her thigh; it made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. His lips were inches away from hers now, and for a moment they hovered there, as if hesitating. Then, with a soft sigh, he pressed them to hers.

The kiss was gentle at first, his lips brushing against hers with a tentative affection that made her blood boil.

As their tongues met and danced together, she felt a surge of desire unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She moaned into the kiss, arching her back as he pressed his body against hers, grinding his erection against her core. She could feel herself growing wet with need; her pussy throbbed and ached for him.

Their hands roamed over each other's bodies as they deepened the kiss, their moans mingling together in a erotic symphony. He slipped his hands under her shirt, cupping her breasts through her bra, tweaking and pinching at her nipples until she was gasping for air. Her own hands found their way to his pants, tugging them down over his hips before wrapping around him;

his thick cock sprang free, rock hard and pulsing in her hand. She stroked it slowly at first, then faster as he groaned into the kiss. His hips bucked against her touch, pressing his length deeper between her fingers as she continued to stroke him expertly.

Finally, with a growl of need, he pulled away from the kiss and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her over to the bed where they had been earlier. He laid her down on the soft sheets and then climbed on top of her, their bodies pressed together from chest to thighs; she could feel every inch of him against her skin.

His hands moved once again to her breasts, pulling her bra down and away before he cupped them in his hands, squeezing and massaging them as he looked down into her eyes. She arched her back, offering herself up to him completely; eager for this forbidden pleasure that they were about to share together.

As he lowered his head, she let out a soft moan of anticipation. His lips closed around one of her nipples and sucked hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body; she writhed beneath him as he teased and played with her sensitive flesh. When he switched to the other breast, she moaned even louder, bucking her hips up into his groin in search of more contact between them.

"Please..." She whimpered, her voice hoarse from desire and need. "

As he spoke, his thick cock brushed against her wet entrance, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. With one swift motion, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. She cried out at the intense sensation, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders as he began to move within her; their hips slapping together in a rhythmic dance of passion.

Their breath came in ragged gasps as they found their pace, losing themselves in the heat of the moment. Sweat beaded on their brows and rolled down their bodies to mix with the sounds of their moans and grunts. The bed creaked beneath them as they moved together, creating a symphony of desire that filled the room.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him close as he thrust deeper still; her nails dug into his back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake.

He groaned her name as he felt the familiar tension building within him; she cried out his name as she felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release. With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and growled out her name again before exploding deep within her, filling her with his hot seed.

She screamed out in ecstasy as her body tensed and spasmed around him, waves of intense pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave;

Her nails dug into his back even harder as she came, her voice echoing through the room. As their breathing finally began to steady and their hearts slowed down once more, they lay there together, entangled in a sweaty, sticky mess of limbs and fluids; both exhausted but satisfied beyond measure.

It was only then that Nishikiri allowed herself to truly realize what had just happened between them;

She had made love with her step-son, Sebastian's son. This forbidden and taboo act would forever bind them together in a way she could never have imagined. But as she lay there, looking up into his satisfied face, she knew that this was something she wanted; something she needed.

And even though it went against everything she had ever believed in or been taught, it felt right. It felt like home. And for the first time in a long while, Nishikiri felt truly content and at peace with herself.

The question took her by surprise. It was something she had never considered before; the thought of being with Sebastian was so ingrained in her mind that she had never allowed herself to imagine a life without him. But as she looked up at 's handsome, content face, she knew that this was what she wanted.

She smiled and nodded slowly. "Yes... I would like that very much." And with those words, the future they were going to share together began to unfold before them; a future filled with love, passion, and acceptance.

Their lives continued on in this newfound bliss for several more years. Nishikiri continued to work as a gyaru housewife while 'Sebastian' went off to college and eventually found success in his career. They never told anyone about what had happened between them, preferring to keep their secret safe and protected from the outside world.

But within the walls of their home, they continued to share a love that was deeper than anything either of them had ever known before.

As time went on, they would occasionally look back on those first few days together with fondness and nostalgia. It was a special time in their lives; a time when nothing else mattered except for each other. And even though they knew that things could never go back to how they were before, they were both content knowing that they had found something truly special in one another.

Eventually, the day came when 'Sebastian' finished college and returned home; Nishikiri was nervous but excited to see her husband again.