Akira stood in Mei's tidy apartment, trying to wrap his head around her confession and the choice before him.

The scent of her floral perfume mixed with something heavier… nervous sweat, maybe. Her eyes were wide, pleading, her hands twisting the hem of her cardigan like she was holding back a storm.

Inside his head, Akira weighed it all.

"Suppressing this could keep things clean and avoid complications with Mia or Yuki. But damn, look at her, desperate and ripe. She's a MILF, experienced, and probably full of kinks I haven't even touched yet."

"And the PP reward for locking her in... that's too good to pass up. Desire wins."

Ai's voice purred in his mind. "Remember the choices, darling."

As she said that, the choices reappeared in his vision.

[CHOICE AVAILABLE]

[A: Help her suppress the feelings. Reward: +10 Charisma, Mei Affinity Stabilised]

[B: Exploit the guilt and turn the obsession toward him. Cost: 120 PP. Reward: +500 PP, MEI ROUTE LOCKED IN (Submission)]

Akira made his decision without hesitation.

"I choose B, Ai," Akira said mentally, his eyes softening falsely as he stepped closer to Mei.

He reached out, allowing his hand to rest on her trembling shoulder gently.

"Mei-san," he began, his voice dropping to a low, soothing resonance that was amplified by his Charisma stat. "I'm not here to suppress anything."

Mei's face crumpled, and she took a shaky step back. "What? No, Akira-kun, you have to help me stop this... This isn't right. I'm older; I'm supposed to be responsible. Please, tell me how to make it go away. You're like a son to me, my friend's son. I need you to tell me to stop!"

Akira felt the power surge as he activated his skill.

[AURA OF DOMINANCE (LVL 2) ACTIVATED]

A subtle wave of energy rolled off him, making the air hum. Mei's eyes glazed slightly, and her breathing quickened.

"You say you want me to tell you to stop," Akira continued, taking another slow step forward, forcing her to hold her ground. "But your body, your heart, and your eyes tell a different story, Mei-san."

He lowered his head, his gaze intensely locking onto hers. "You don't want to stop. You want permission."

Mei gasped as the raw, undeniable truth hit her. She crumpled slightly, her hands going to her face as she broke down, the tears finally flowing freely.

"It's true," she choked out, her voice muffled by her hands. "I'm so ashamed. It's been years, Akira-kun. Years since… since I felt anything like this."

Akira moved closer, gently guiding her hands away from her face, forcing her to look at him.

"Tell me about those years, Mei-san," he prompted softly. "Your husband, did he make you feel alive?"

Mei's watery eyes widened in surprise at the intimate question. She hesitated, then the years of loneliness poured out.

"He was a good man," she began, her voice gaining a sad, distant quality. "Kind, responsible. But… after Emi was born, we were just roommates. He was always tired from working. He didn't... he didn't look at me like a woman anymore. He died seven years ago, suddenly. And ever since, I've been trying to be the perfect grieving widow, the perfect mother."

She swallowed hard, shame mixing with desperation. "I've been so alone, Akira-kun. And then you came here. You look at me, you see me. And when… when you were here before, and I… I had you in my mouth..."

Akira urged her on. "Tell me more. What did it feel like that day?"

Her cheeks flushed an intense red, but the words were unstoppable now.

"...When I had your cock in my mouth… so hard and hot against my tongue… I felt truly alive for the first time in years. I felt powerful and wanted. The taste, the way you throbbed... it felt wrong, but I just couldn't stop. I wasn't just 'Emi's mom' anymore. I was me. I was a woman someone desired. And I've been touching myself to that memory every night, picturing you filling me up, taking charge."

Akira felt a powerful surge of Essence at her honest admission.

"Then stop fighting it," Akira said, his hand sliding to her neck. "Stop fighting the only thing that makes you feel alive. Stop punishing yourself. Give in completely and let me show you what you've been missing."

Mei's resistance cracked. "Akira-kun... please. I need you. Make me forget the guilt."

He pulled her close, their bodies pressing together. Her soft, cardigan-clad curves moulded against his chest.

Akira kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips. She moaned into him, her hands clutching his shirt.

"I can give you that feeling every day, Mei-san. I can give you everything your husband couldn't. All you have to do is accept it. Accept me."

Mei whimpered, her resistance dissolving into desperate need. She looked up at him, her lips trembling.

"I can't… I should say no…"

"But you won't," Akira finished for her, tilting her chin up. "Because you're tired of being alone. You're tired of being 'just Mom.' You want to be Mine."

Her resistance evaporated. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a desperate, needy kiss.

"Yes! Please, Akira-kun. I want to be yours! Help me forget the shame. Help me forget everything but you!"

He deepened the kiss, letting his hands slide from her back to her hips, pulling her flush against his hard body. He felt the soft give of her body, the immediate, fervent response to his touch.

"Strip for me," he commanded, pulling back.

Mei hesitated, then nodded.

Her fingers fumbled with the cardigan buttons, revealing a simple white bra that strained against her full breasts.

She shrugged it off, then unzipped her jeans, shimmying them down her thick thighs. Her plain cotton underwear was completely soaked, making the dark, wet spot very noticeable.

"Beautiful," Akira whispered, his eyes moving slowly over her mature body. She was still very fit even after all her years, with wide hips and large tits whose dark nipples were already hard. "Get on your knees."

She dropped down, her hands reaching for his zipper. "I want to taste you again."

Akira let her pull his pants down, his cock springing free. Her eyes locked on his throbbing cock, the veined shaft pulsing with heat.

She leaned in slowly, pressing a soft kiss to the tip, her lips brushing the sensitive slit, tasting the salty bead of fluid that leaked out.

A shiver ran through Akira as her warm breath teased him, her tongue darting out for a slow lick along the underside before she opened wider.

Then she took him in, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking greedily.

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