As a mother, what expression should you wear when you emerge from the kitchen with food to find your daughter being fucked in someone's arms—her body being thrust against his, their tongues entwined?
Normally, one would expect anger and immediate intervention, right?
But Mrs. Kawasaki's reaction was far more peculiar. She acted as if the pair didn't exist, distributing the food one portion at a time while Roland continued to thrust inside her daughter.
Only after serving did she untie her apron, unbutton her blouse, and slip out of her clothes, revealing her pristine body, already thoroughly soiled by Roland.
Mrs. Kawasaki deliberately leaned closer to Roland, her eyes softening with maternal affection as she watched her daughter and Roland locked in a passionate kiss, so absorbed they didn't even notice her arrival.
