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Hana didn’t read it out loud, nor did anyone press her for what it said. It’s doubtful anyone else knew what this letter said, as Sana and Sara were grabbed by the scruffs of their necks by Yuuka and Aunn took to whining and nuzzling her as she put an arm around Hana’s shoulder. Though she didn’t know why Aunn did so, she didn’t know why Sanae was wiping away her tears as she looked at Hana’s face. She didn’t know why the ever energetic Marisa looked a bit glum, or why the others kept their gazes away from her as if to give her some privacy. It couldn’t be because of how blurry her vision was getting, nor the warmth of the tears coming out of her eyes. Kosuzu was only offering Hana a handkerchief because she must have still had a piece of cake on her cheek, surely.

Hana accepted the handkerchief from a concerned looking Kosuzu who patted her shoulder as she wiped her the cake off her face. Quietly she returned the handkerchief after folding the letter respectfully and sliding it back in the envelop. It was good to hear from father, she didn’t know why she was melancholic. He said that he still loved her, that he didn’t hate her, that she was loved still and will always be, yet why did she feel some profound sense of wrongness in this situation? What was it that made Hana so uneasy, she was doing her hardest to help father and even found the love of not only her friends, but even mama.

She found it, she lived it, she chose this love and willingly accepted mama and everyone, didn’t she? If she did, then why was she so scared all the time? Why did she always feel scared and like she was a moment away from being attacked? Why did-

With a snap her attention was drawn to Yukari, who’s fan snapped closed. It wasn’t loud, but in this quiet with only the fireplace crackling softly and the wind dancing around the home it was as if a tree had fallen. Her voice soft yet steady as she sauntered over to Hana’s side, “There’s no need to be so crestfallen Hana-dear, mama is here isn’t she?”

Yukari extended out her hand, displacing Kosuzu and ignoring Dolly’s protest. Her gaze was locked on Hana, and that wrongness reasserted itself; but why? Why did mama’s gloved hand cast that doubt in her mind? It was mama after all! Hana tried snubbing down that feeling as she glanced around as if for guidance, she didn’t know why she did as her hand was reaching up to Yukari’s. Yuuka, Marisa, Alice, Mima, Sanae, Aunn, Mamizou, Tewi… when did she get back? Everyone was watching as she placed her hand in mama’s. She couldn’t help but notice their grimaces, scowls, or looks of entertainment at this, the feeling of wrongness that was so evasive only intensified as she helped Hana stand and guided her into a hug.

With a whisper Yukari whispered into Hana’s ear, “Now now my little one, Mama is here to make it all better~”

She felt it then, the strange magic that Yukari used manifest itself as the large purple wrapped present unveiled itself in a shimmer. This caught everyone’s attention, Hana’s included, as some were set on edge by the sudden use of such a strange power. What appeared from the gift box was in full view and as eye catching as the sun that in the sky above, a large statue made of gold on a marble base that could nearly reach the ceiling now that it was right side up.

The statue itself was a masterwork in of itself, it was beyond the detail of the dragon statue in the village and the quality she’d seen in the Buddhist’s temple when her mother took her there for business before. Every detail on the subject was crafted to look as realistic as possible, every contour of the body, every fold in the clothing and how it draped itself over the skin without appearing as if it merely blended into the body itself. Hana observed it’s intricacies before the subject matter itself made itself visible, it was… of her?!

>>45182194

After an eternity of bliss as Yukari returned the affections of her fervent tongue and teased her chest while her father quickly built tension with his skillful fingers; Yukari parted from Hana’s lustful lips. A string of saliva was proof of her lust as Hana panted, her face flushed and body already yearning for more. She knew her face was a mess, she knew she looked no better than some beast in heat, she knew the man she loved most in the world could see it all.

With a smile bordering between a strange sort of maternal affection and sadistic joy her lips parted as words dripping with seduction filled the space between them, “See that papa-san? Look at the truth, of how your Hana is so easy to get to succumb to pleasure.”

Hana wanted to hide her face from her father, but she was unable to rip her eyes from him. Merely seeing his body, how he worked her drenched garden capped with her thin black pubic hair, was almost enough to make her throw off all her shame and beg for it if it would unite them faster. Still, as they locked eyes Hana couldn’t see even a tinge of joy, not even a trace of the happiness she wanted him to look at her with was visible.

She could only stare with a strange mixture of shame, disappointment, and powerful lust at the man she wanted the most in the world. Yukari ran her fingers down Hana’s chest and belly till she reached her groin, Hana shivered with anticipation as Yukari skipped her drenched pussy entirely and reached to grab Anon’s still soft penis.

Her words flowed like silk as she chided both of them, “Now now, Hana dear you won’t be able to entice your father like this” she began to stroke and caress him with delicate motions as Hana stared transfixed, “Only good and honest girls will get what they want in my household, after all.”

Hana swallowed down a lump in her throat as with a word she guided her father to straddle Hana’s chest, placing his now half-hard cock directly in front of her lips.

>>41811840
Older? Yukari is a maiden of prime age anon, please do not spout such lies on this board