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HSQ Diary Day 010

Posted on the 23rd of August on Discord. Obsessed, Edwin finds Otome resting and decides to give her a surprise.

"It was a tough day at school. Just like the past ten days had been. I’ve always been awkward in front of new people. The language barrier and this whole different culture made it worse. Exceedingly so. Otome, my foster mother, told me to give it time. That I’d be popular in no time. As much as I appreciated the sentiment, I knew that I was not that kind of charismatic guy.

The fact that I was a foreigner drew only a handful of curious glances from my classmates.

And then I was ignored.

It was fair. I didn’t know Japanese. They didn’t know English. We were at an impasse where we could talk only with hand gestures, which was both comical and incredibly awkward.

Once I was back home, I opened the door and slipped out of my shoes, tucking them away in a corner, “I’m home!” I greeted, expecting Otome to waltz out of a room any time now, hopefully with a smile bright enough to lift my mood.

I secretly harbored feelings for her. Whether it was romantic in nature or not, I didn’t know. I wondered if it stemmed from the fact that she was packing more than I down there. I would say I was jealous, but it would have been a lie. It was an odd combination. She was more beautiful than a lot of women I knew, yet she was not fully a woman. It teased my curiosity in a way that left me defenseless whenever she happened to be showing more skin than usual.

However, I didn’t know if it was opportune to explore those feelings. She had a husband, and I was not a homewrecker. I also doubted she’d ever go farther than a loving hug with me. She wasn’t my real mother, but this fake ‘incest’ byplay was hitting hard on my hormones. She was a futa, and as of ten days ago, my ‘mother’.

Foster or not, the word ‘mother’ was there, and the knowledge that we weren’t truly related made it easier to accept. Though at this point I didn’t know if blood relation would have truly stopped me from feeling that way.

The wood creaked slightly under my feet, yet that was the only sound I could hear. Otome’s graceful and controlled striding was nowhere to be heard, and nor was her motherly and soft voice. I made my way to the living room, and there I found Otome. She was sprawled lazily on the couch, her arms around her head.

Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, along with the curvy outline of those humongous breasts. Heck, I could see the large nipples pressing hard against the thin fabric of her T-shirt.

And as fate would have it, the faint afternoon light fell on her sleeping form, highlighting those soft, delicate features like the halo of an angel. A bang of her hair was draped over her left eye, leaving the other weak and defenseless under the dim lighting. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed in and out.

I gulped, the sound reverberating in my head.

It was unusual of her to take impromptu naps. Even more so on the couch.

As if guided by an invisible hand, my eyes drifted towards her long, thick legs. It was not cold enough for her to warrant a blanket, but I could see the way her feet shifted and rubbed for more warmth. She was all snuggled up, and all I wanted to was to be there with her, between the cushion of the couch and her breasts. I was pretty sure that was what Heaven was like, yet I didn’t have the key for it.

That was reserved for Otome’s husband.

Still, something drove me to take a step forward, to approach the sleeping, heavenly creature that welcomed me into her haven with open arms. And now I was about to defile her privacy. Guilt crept up to my face, yet it slowly faded with each step I took. I was so close to her that I could hear her breathing.

My shadow loomed over her, protecting the right side of her face from the sunset.

She didn’t seem to be waking up anytime soon. It was a good opportunity to scratch that itch in the back of my head. I wanted to touch her, to sink my fingers into her chest, cup them, squeeze them, and breathe into them. However, doing so would have no doubt woken her up. I chuckled. ‘If only this were a fairy tale... then I might have gotten away with a kiss too.’

I dropped to my knees and paddled towards her lower body. That stubborn curiosity of mine wanted to see ‘it’. Her penis. I knew it was large — if the huge bulge was anything to go by. It was so evident on her skirt. It was as if someone had tucked a remote underneath it, only to pretend to have a thick schlong. Except that Otome was not pretending.

I edged closer, my trembling hand inching towards her legs. My eyes flicked briefly to her face, and I was scared she’d snap her eyes open and catch me. What I was doing was bad. Very bad. But I couldn’t help myself. All I wanted was a glimpse. A quick peek at her package, and then I’d go back to my room — no doubt intent on physically relieving myself of the stress Otome’s unprotected body was putting on me.

My blood must have been boiling, because I was sweating profusely. My pants felt tighter than usual, and a funny tingling spread out around my crotch. The slight hesitation I had died out, mercilessly stomped away by the dopamine-fueled need to see what was underneath the skirt.

I carefully reached out for the edge of her skirt, my fingers creeping along the soft flesh of her milky thighs as I slid the garment up around her waist. And then, there it was: Mother’s plain white panties, and the massive bulge trapped within. Even with her underwear on, I could see the fat orbs of her testicles pushing out of either side — each one looked large enough to fill my hand!

She stirred a bit, but thankfully didn’t wake up.

It was there, a few inches away from my face, hidden behind a thin piece of fabric. I briefly wondered how she was able to walk around with such a hard rod between her legs. The strip of her panties did absolutely nothing to cover that monster. In fact, its mushroom tip was poking out of the underwear, like the head of a curious python.

Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I lifted the edge of my foster mother’s panties and lifted them over the impressive bulge. Her cock flopped out like a tightly wound spring, nearly hitting me in the face.

Now that I had the chance to examine it up close, I could see just how thick it really was... at least as wide around as my wrist, even when soft, with a bright pink head shining beneath a snug foreskin. Fat veins chased up and down her length, radiating a powerful heat. I could smell her musk, a potent combination of her feminine perfume and the sweat from her masculine organ. I must have been transfixed by the sight of her growing hard, her cock twitching and jumping as it swelled up like a fleshy balloon, because I didn’t notice her open eyes on me until she reached out and grabbed the back of my head.

I was startled. So much so that I recoiled and nearly fell down on my butt.

I snapped my eyes up, where Otome’s sleeping face was supposed to be — except that she was not sleeping. She was very much awake, her eyes trained on me. One of her eyebrows was titled up in amusement. I was about to heave a sigh of relief, knowing that, at least, she didn’t seem mad.

However, her hand pressed harder, pushing me forward against her thick shaft. It was so warm. I could feel the faint pulse of her heartbeat through her bulky veins.

“Now now, it’s not polite to stare,” she said, pinning my face up against her erect shaft.

My eyes widened, “I-I-It’s not what it looks like!” I begged, my voice almost failing me.

Otome merely clicked her tongue in disappointment. And while she might have not been angry, somehow that was way worse than having her lash out at me. I could feel her disappointment cutting deep into me. I balled my hands into fists, trembling in mortification and embarrassment.

I couldn’t even bring myself to look at her.

“If you wanted a closer look, you only needed to ask Momma. I have no reason — and nor do I want — to hide my body from you. Not anymore,” her tone was sweet, syrupy, yet I could hear the firmness behind it, “Nevertheless, as your guardian, I should punish you for sneaking around and invading my privacy. Open your mouth, Edwin.”

My stomach tightened. Trepidation washed over me, leaving me lost for words. Otome’s fingers sunk into the back of my head as she smoldered me with a look that was far from motherly. I was scared, but only for a fleeting instant. The fire in my loins slowly grew in intensity, my throat parched. As a hormonal teenager, I was familiar with this reaction.

I was getting turned on.

Despite my initial doubts, I did as she asked. I unhinged my jaw, my lips parting, my tongue unfurling. Otome flashed me an excited smile as she guided me down on the swollen head of her throbbing arousal. I could taste her precum, a powerful, salty and sweet flavor that filled my mouth. I wanted to taste more.

She slowly pushed my head down.

Her spongy, bulbous crown easily slid over my awaiting tongue, plunging past my uvula, and hitting the back of my throat. It was there that she stopped, struggling to gain ground in the tight grip of my untrained gullet. I thought my jaw was going to break — how was this ginormous beast in my ass the other night?!

Otome released a soft breath, her hand still on the back of my head, “Relax, sweetie. Just relax. Breathe through your nose. Don’t fight with your throat,” she instructed, easing herself inch by inch into my mouth as I struggled to resist the gag reflex screaming in my brain. At last, she popped past the barrier of my throat with a satisfied sigh and began to hump my mouth in earnest.

Tears were streaming down my face as my throat was used as a sleeve for her pleasure, and I was certain I came close to passing out more than once. Her hands held my head firmly in place as she thrust forward. My throat bulged out, my tongue flapping helplessly underneath her ministrations.

She pulled back slightly, only to ram her fleshy mace back in. My nose hit her fupa, and I breathed in her scent. Her burly shaft forced me to keep my jaw wide open. And it was putting a lot of stress on the joints. Otome grunted, eyes half-lidded as she peered at me from her commanding position.

I watched as my mom grabbed the hilt of her cock and pulled out. A web of saliva came out with it, trickling down my chin and onto the floor, “Good. You’re learning,” Otome smirked in a predatory way. She patted my face with her drool-slicked penis, “But you still have a long way to go, Edwin. But worry not. That’s why I’m here.”

I barely had time to mull over her words before I found myself gagging over the huge slab of meat in my mouth. She didn’t give me time to acclimatize to her girth. She plunged it straight down my throat, where she stayed there for a couple of long, agonizing seconds. A new wave of tears welled up in my eyes.

“Hmm...” Otome loosened out a shuddering breath as she clawed at my head, burying her cock deeper and deeper into my gullet. Her powerful legs clamped around me, keeping me locked in place. I did the best I could with what little space I had.

My tongue was a prisoner underneath her imposing shaft. My face was a deep red — either from the excitement or asphyxiation, I didn’t know. Perhaps both? Her thick girth had cut off my air supply, and I was gasping for breath with each interval between her thrusts.

It was hard not to gag. I could hardly hold it back any longer. Every time her bulbous head plunged past my uvula, my throat would tighten up and that unpleasant sensation of throwing up would make me retch on Otome’s pounding cock.

That, however, didn’t stop her from treating my throat as her own personal cock glove. Her nutsack slapped on my chin every time she rammed her hips forward. A bulge on my neck would indicate that she was sheathed balls-deep inside my mouth.

Everything burned. My lungs. My throat. My cheeks.

Tears rolled down my face, along with a few strands of snot. All of that mixed in with the outpour of saliva smearing my mouth, and those few drops of pre-cum that oozed out of my mom’s cock. It was a mess. I was a mess. I screwed my eyes shut, willing myself to hold on and wait for her approaching release. Because it was coming. I could feel it. The velvety skin of her cock was warm and throbbing in anticipation.

“Oh... Ohhhh...” even her voice was strained, “I’m almost there!”

Otome’s hand tightened around my head. Her waist rocked back and forth with reckless abandon. I gagged and retched drool as she clobbered the back of my throat at an ever-increasing pace. More tears spilled out. I was struggling to breathe. The brief intervals between her thrusts had shortened considerably, leaving me in a race against time, hoping she’d cum before I passed out.

“Ohhh...” I looked up at her. Her mouth was half-open, her tongue sweeping out to lick her lips in a very enticing way, “... Ohh! Yeees! You’re such a good boy, Edwin. Hmmm! Hmmm!” her sharp nails sunk into my scalp. It hurt. Nevertheless, I soldiered on. We were making eye contact. So much so that I could gauge the slightest of changes in those bright orbs of hers.

There was something dark about them.

It was as if I was facing my natural predator.

I wasn’t scared as much as I should have been. Probably because I knew how kind she could be. The difference could be seen only when her cock was penetrating me.

Every time I looked into her eyes, I would be consumed by the raging fire within them.

I was overwhelmed by her raw passion. Although it could be hurtful at times, it filled me with... joy.

I was being loved. And that was what mattered.

“Edwin...” Otome whispered, her face scrunched up, with sweat rolling down her cheeks, “You’re... so... obedient! Come on! Here it comes, Edwin! TAKE IT ALL!” I heard her moan, at last. It was more of a growl, actually. An animalistic yell that tore straight into my chest. And that was all the warning I had.

She pulled out just far enough for the tip of her cock to rest on my tongue as she ejaculated into my mouth. It was a blast of sticky, white stuff that painted the inner walls of my mouth. I was flooded, literally. There was no better way to describe the explosion of cum that filled me up.

I was caught by surprise at how hot her semen was, with a thick chewy texture and a sharp, slightly chemical taste. It lingered on my tongue, making a beeline for the entrance of my throat, where it would have, no doubt, found the passageway to my stomach.

And while swallowing was not a bad idea, it was simply too much for me. I couldn’t hold it in.

I was ashamed to say I coughed it right up onto her cock before spilling the rest across the couch and floor. Some of it still coated my tongue, and a messy web could be seen when I parted my lips to finally breathe.

We did it again. Otome and I.

The last time was still so vivid in my head. I never thought it would happen again. Not so soon.

Did that mean anything to Otome?

Because it meant the world to me.

I looked at her, panting.

Otome chuckled behind a hand, a melodious sound that was a stark contrast to the brutal display of love making she was capable of, “You’ll need more practice, sweetie. It was not bad. Really. But I’m sure you can do better than that, Edwin. Way better, in fact,” she said with a loving smile as she cradled my tear-straked and cum-stained face in her lap.

I was a bit floored, and fumbled for words. But none of them managed to make it past my lips. So I just lay there, in her lap, cum gliding down my cheeks. She ran a hand through my hair, for a brief moment only.

“Let’s get this mess cleaned up, shall we? Then I’ll get started on dinner. I’m going to make your favorite, Edwin!” Otome said with a thousand-watt smile. And then she got up like nothing unusual had happened, like it didn’t mean anything.

But I knew things were going to be different from here on out.

Maybe things already were. Maybe I had fallen into a carefully-woven trap from the start, and Otome, this sweet spider that welcomed me into her den, had been waiting to sink her fangs into me.

Yes. Things would hardly be the same...

I had taken momma’s cock twice now, and I didn’t think I could stop there.

"

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HSQ Diary Day 09: Daydreaming

Posted on the 22nd of August on Discord. A few days go by and it almost seems like it never happened. Edwin glances at Otome's crotch and there is definitely a bulge but he is unable to process it.

"It was there. I could see it. I was not mistaken. It was not a figment of my imagination. What happened throughout the week was real. I sneaked glimpses at her crotch, where a visible, sizeable bulge was on. That was her dick. And oh boy was it big. It meant that I was not lying to myself. After she cornered me in the bathroom, and the subsequent punishment, nothing more happened. A few days passed, but Otome made no motion to speak about it. I wondered if what we did was supposed to stay hush-hush. I didn't know, but a small, growing, side of me wanted more of her.

I couldn't understand what was going on, but I stayed true to my words. I stopped peeping at her. It was for the best. Or so I thought.

The truth was that I was unsatisfied. I was split between behaving like a good boy and peep at her again, just so she could punish me again. However, I promised I wouldn't do it anymore. I didn't want Otome to be disappointed in me, so I held back.

The bulge was still there. Damn, I was going crazy. I wanted to inspect it up close, but that would have been disrespectful. I settled for masturbating my problems away. Every time I thought about our naked forms rubbing against each, and her meat filling me up, I would heat up and feel the throes of arousal. I needed more self-control, but I was not used to this new feeling. Otome was a novelty experience, someone that seemed to have walked off of my kinkiest fantasies.

Even locking myself up in my room didn't work. My head was invaded by her thoughts, her smiles, her giggles, her touches... and that bulge, for I knew what it was.

She'd flaunt it before my eyes, like a 'can look, but not touch' treat.

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I wanted to tear her pants off and see that thing roar to life in front of my face. But as the day went by, I noticed no sign that told me it would happen again. Otome was back to her usual, caring self. I hated it. I hated the fact that I couldn't go back to my usual self too. I was tainted, contaminated by her. When the sky darkened, and I was tossing and turning in my bed, only one thought sprung up in my head—that of her bulge."

Maybe a scene where Edwin steals Otome's underwear to inspect its size? Maybe smell it... or even wear it... to see the difference.

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HSQ Day 008: Was it a Dream?

Posted on the 10th of august on Discord. The entry introduces Otome and where Edwin will live:

"The warm, cozy beams of the sun swathed all over my back as I stood in front of a modest house. It sat nestled amongst tall buildings and bustling streets of the city, but somehow managed to feel like a tranquil oasis amidst the chaos.

The exterior was sleek and minimalistic, with clean lines and a muted color palette. The front of the house consisted mostly of large, floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed natural light to flood the interior, while also offering glimpses of the simple, elegant furnishing inside.

I couldn’t help but be impressed as I shook off my initial hesitation and stepped through the open gates. The chirping of the birds, gliding on air currents overhead, was like a soothing symphony for the soul.

Perhaps I was being a little over-sentimental, but there was something natural about this place, as if untouched by civilization, even though it had clearly adopted it — adopted, for sure, but not corrupted by it.

A small garden surrounded the house, with carefully tended shrubs and trees offering a sense of peace and serenity. There was even a small pond, with strategically placed rocks around it.

The sun cast an inviting and warm aura over its clean walls.

I treaded along the lone, cobblestone path that led to the main entrance.

The backpack slung over my shoulder felt twice its weight. Was I that nervous? Every step was like wading through mud, each one a struggle.

Even my palms were sweaty, though that could be blamed on the unforgiving sun bearing upon my exposed skin. The flight was arduous; I had never been outside my country, and knowing that I was so far from home made me feel a little claustrophobic.

‘Come on, Edwin!’

I slapped my cheeks to wake myself up.

I heard some light movements from beyond the door. A lock was unlatched, and the well-oiled hinges of the door barely squeaked as it opened. I bit my bottom lip, straightening my back.

A woman, tall and voluptuous, offered a bright smile. She walked with graceful poise, her every movement exuding an understated elegance that drew the eye.

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Her hands, slender and porcelain-white — like the rest of her skin — were tucked over her lap. She dipped her upper body in a bow, and I clumsily did the same. However, much to my shame, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander in the crevice of her cleavage.

The homely blouse she was adorned in did nothing to suppress the inflated ego of those towering mounds of softness. Instead, the fabric clung tightly against them, making it more obvious.

“Oh my.”

Her brief exclamation made me momentarily panic. ‘Did... did she catch me staring?’

That would have been pathetic. First impressions are important. I didn’t want to portray the image of someone that I was not because of a slip-up.

However, the woman’s smile never thinned. It grew wider, in fact.

I heaved a sigh of relief.

Her silver hair bobbed as she unloosened herself from the bow.

“You must be our guest from the states, correct?” She spoke in concise Japanese. Even I, who was still a beginner, managed to instinctively understand the meaning of her words.

“Y-Yes, ma’am.” I nodded, nervously. Speaking Japanese was still a phonetic struggle for me. Though I was proud that my hours of continuous study and speaking helped refine what little I knew about it.

“A pleasure to meet you. I’m Otome, your host mother for the remainder of the year.” A beautiful smile blossomed on her face. The glasses perched atop the bridge of her nose glinted. “Please, make yourself at home.”

“I’m Edwin. The p-pleasure is all mine.” I replied in kind, wondering if my poor accent made my words understandable. “I’ll be under your care!” I bowed once more.

“Then, Edwin...” Otome straightened her back and turned around. She briefly glanced back at me, and, with a wide smile, invited me inside. “Come with me. I’ll give you a tour of the house.”

As I hastily fell behind her, my nose caught her lingering scent. I felt a little bit guilty for inhaling every atom of it, but it was so pleasant — not artificial and pungent like a cheap perfume.

I gulped, shaking my head.

Otome held the door open for me. “Thank you.” I said, to which she acknowledged with a curt nod. I proceeded to remove my shoes, leaving me walking on the polished flooring with only my socks on.

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“My husband is currently away for business and won’t be back for a while.” She said as she motioned me to follow her down the hallway. I felt a flare of disappointment at the knowledge that this woman was married.

It was a given. The organizers had emailed me some basic info about the family. I knew that there was a wife and a husband willing to take me in

However, I didn’t know Otome would be this enticing.

‘And so large as well...’ I thought, surprised. I wouldn’t say she was fat, but her physique was quite robust. Especially her chest and hips. The curves were wide and soft-looking.

I had been expecting a diminutive woman, as had been my initial assumption that Japanese women tended to lean on the ‘small’ side.

Not in a thousand years did I expect this juggernaut of pure wobbling flesh. It was incredibly lewd. Her breasts bounced with each graceful step, and her hips swayed like a world-class belly dancer.

I bit my bottom lip, hoping that the spike of pain would distract me from my hormones. I begrudgingly tore my gaze away and focused on the interior design of the house.

The first thing that caught my eyes was the simplicity of the house. The space was uncluttered and immaculately clean, with a serene atmosphere that was further complimented by the natural lights that poured in.

The floor was made of smooth, polished wood. The walls were painted in soft, neutral shades. And as I walked along the hallway, I caught sight of a few portraits adorning the walls. Most of them depicted Otome, posing with someone else. A woman with a short mane of black hair and a toothy, mischievous grin. She was the polar opposite of the gentle and collected Otome.

However, what struck me the most was the absence of a certain someone. Otome’s husband. There was no image to offer a glimpse of the man this goddess had chosen to share her life with.

I couldn’t help but feel intrigued, wondering why there were only portraits of women.

“Is this your first time in Japan?” Otome’s alluring yet soft voice was like a gentle caress.

I nodded, an abashed smile adorning my face. “Ah, yes. In fact, it’s my first time outside the country.”

She held a hand over her mouth. “Oh, your poor boy.” She said with a sympathizing hum. “You must be a nervous wreck.”

“A bit.” I admitted, meekly. “But I’m also excited for the experience.”

“As you should.” Otome stared at me, smile never leaving her lips. “I promise you that this will be an experience you’ll never forget. After all, I’ll be the one taking care of you.”

She gave me a closed-eye smile.

I felt something warm in my chest.

“T-Thank you!” My words tumbled out louder than intended.

Otome chuckled behind a hand. “I can already tell that your presence will liven up this place.” She said. “Let me show you your room.”

My eyes fell on her beautiful, plump, and swaying backside. ‘Is she doing it on purpose?’ I couldn’t really claim to have a well of experience when it concerned the fairer sex.

In fact, much to my embarrassment, I had next to none.

Therefore, I didn’t know how to react when Otome’s hips undulated left and right, in rhythm with her poised steps.

I almost slammed into her when she suddenly stopped in front of a door.

She quirked an eyebrow up. “From now on, this will be your bedroom. You’re free to make any changes you see fit. However, should you need to make more ‘permanent’ chances, please consult with me first.”

I nodded. Besides clothes and some other personal items, I didn’t really have anything that would require the whole rearrangement of the room.

Seemingly satisfied with my consent, Otome opened the door. She scooted to the side, allowing me to walk in. The room was definitely a cultural experience for me.

The floor was covered in traditional tatami mats — more comfortable than the softwood flooring of the rest of the house. A bed sat at the center of the room, bathed in a shaft of sunlight.

“Originally, there was only a futon, but I wanted to make you as comfortable as possible, so I opted for a bed.” Otome spoke from behind me. It was a bit hard to understand her fluent Japanese, but she spoke slowly and concisely, which I was thankful for. “If you want, we can swap it for a futon.”

“I-I think...” I turned back, smiling at her. “I think I’d like that.”

She smiled back. The familiar warmth in my chest returned. I couldn’t help it. She was incredibly charming in my eyes. Perhaps it was the calm, soft cadence of her tone. It was very relaxing.

Or maybe her personality. She instantly made me feel at ease.

Though, I had to admit that her beauty also played a role.

“I’ll have it done as soon as possible. For now, why don’t you rest?” Otome’s voice pulled me out of musings. “I’m sure you’re very tired. So unpack your stuff and get some shuteye. In the meanwhile, I’ll whip up something for you.”

“That sounds great, thank you!”

She offered me one last nod and closed the door.

Taking her advice, I began to unpack my belongings. The familiar sound of the zipper and rustling of clothes brought a sense of comfort. As I looked around the room, I couldn’t help but notice the attention to detail in every aspect. The decor was subtle but tasteful, and everything seemed to have its own designated spot. It was as if Otome had anticipated my every need and had taken care of it even before my arrival.

The thought of resting was alluring. Just as she had said, I was exhausted. I could feel a dull ache in my bones, throbbing and begging me to sink into the softness of the bed.

I did sleep a bit in the plane, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable.

Even if it was only for a few hours, I wanted to lie down.

I tucked the rest of the luggage into a corner of the room and all but cannon-balled into the bed. I didn’t even bother to remove my clothes.

The mattress was bouncy and soft, a far cry from my cramped seat in the aircraft.

‘Mom... dad... I already miss you...’

It was quite scary to be away from... everything. From home. Friends. Family. Familiar streets and signs. Familiar people. Scents and sights. I was on my own right now, living with a stranger.

Otome.

She was so kind and sweet.

‘And beautiful...’

It was daunting to be in an unfamiliar place, but Otome gave me a glimmer of hope.

I had never seen someone like her before. I did see beautiful women, but Otome was ‘different’. She was special — in a way I couldn’t quite put my finger into. She was a paradox, wrapped in a veil of mystery that I couldn’t quite decipher.

Her beauty was undeniable, but there was something more to her that drew me in.

It was as if she was a puzzle waiting to be solved, and I was eager to unravel the mystery that surrounded her.

To see what she was hiding.

A sigh escaped from my lips. The exhaustion from the journey had caught up to me. The fruity scent of the pillow was intoxicating — it reminded me of Otome. I breathed it all in, hoping to print its essence deeply into my mind.

As sleep claimed me, I knew that I was in good hands, and that Otome would take care of me in ways that I could never imagine."

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HSQ Day 007: First Bath

Posted on the 17th of august on discord. Atm this entry is more of a outline of when Otome sodomizes Edwin.

The biggest issue with this diary entry is how big it is and how much it moves forward. Ideally I delay the anal I had put in this scene into a further diary entry so as a note I'll be pushing the anal sex stuff to later and just leave it to hand job \ wash

Will need follow up to this scene where he can do full anal, this time its a lot of annoyed Otome attempts

The boy is taking a bath when the mother intrudes. She insists on washing his back but then confronts him with the knowledge of him jerking off to her and says she’ll have to clean him “inside and out” for being such a filthy boy. She opens her towel reveal her cock, and the boy puts the pieces together from the other night. Using soap as lube, she fucks the boy in her lap with his face between her breasts, he cums all over the both of them and has to be washed again.

Recollecting the events, the boy considers how his ass felt and attempts to explore it but is put off by how sore the mother left him.

could also have her bend him over and he passes out when she thrusts inside, having the boy wake up later in his room

Well... I don't know if I should brag or not... But holy shit!

I was getting ready for my bath, sitting down on the little shower stool and washing myself, when I heard the bathroom door open behind me: It was mother...

I called out that the shower was occupied, but she simply ignored me and stepped inside. Her body was wrapped tight in a towel from her armpits to her thighs, although her breasts threatened to burst from within.

"I'm in here!!?は、はいっている?!”, I stumbled in broken Japanese, Embarrassed.

Her answer caught me off guard, though:

“Why, I think it’s about time I helped you wash your back! It is one of the many ways a mother cares for her son.”

I know my Japanese is rusty but she definitely said son... It was just like something you’d read in an ero-manga. I froze as she took a seat behind me...I was totally enveloped in her body. A full 2⁄3 of my body was touching every part of her. I was drowning in her.

Her soapy hands were so soft across my skin... She leaned in and pressed her chest up against me. So soft and squishy. I was not going to be able to hide my rock hard cock.

Everything up to this point could be explained away as misunderstanding or language barrier...

She grabbed my cock. I definitely yelped in surprise. She squeezed my dick so firmly in her hand. My cock was straining in her grip. It almost hurt. Somehow I loved how firmly she grasped it...I've never been treated to roughly.

We held still for a few minutes in absolute stillness. The blood from my cock pulsating through her fingers. Her grip neither tightening nor releasing. Only pulsating with every one of my heartbeats as my cock struggled against her slender fingers.

She finally broke the silence and whispered into my ear...

“I know what you’ve been doing with this. You’ve been stroking yourself to Momma at night, haven’t you? Do you think I wouldn’t catch you peeping through my door?”

Sh-she knew all along... Her whole demeanor had changed. The soft. generous demeanor and whisper thin voice had been taken over by the strong sure voice of a strict matron. I was so scared she was going to punish me that I started to whimper.

“Filthy. You'll never be able to scrub away that filthy mind of yours. Unless..."

I was frozen...She continued her thought.

"I think we are just going to have to scrub your insides as well. Maybe that will clear out all the perverted indecency inside of you.”

I wasn’t sure what to expect... My mind filled in the blanks but I couldn't believe the conclusions I was coming to. Time slipped away from me. What felt like hours must have been seconds as my host mother had stood up without my noticing and revealed herself to me.

She had the largest cock I've ever seen on anyone in my entire life, including on the internet! I couldn’t believe it. What the hell was going on?! She must have gone to great lengths to keep it hidden from me.

Thinking back, she obviously hadn’t been using a dildo that time I caught her, had she... God, I'm so dumb. But I can't blame myself for assuming she didn’t have a cock. That made no sense, it STILL doesn't!

She slipped out of the bathing section of the washroom and sat down on the toilet seat, her body fully exposed to me. Every single stretch of flesh glowing in the sheen moisture and sin.

Unseen to me she had applied some lube to her cock... Maybe it was her precum? But her whole cock was covered in it. How is that even possible?!!

"Stand up and com sit on mommies lap ママの膝においで"

I didn't even hesitate. I was a complete slave to every ounce of my host mother's charms. Her sultry eyes, her newly revealed dominating voice. Her massive tits... I even... I even liked her cock... By the time I had filtered through and processed these emotions, I had already stood up, walked over and pointed my ass towards her waiting lap without having ever noticed myself doing so.

Her cock hovered, tilted in the misty air, pulsing every few seconds with fresh hot blood. Was she horny for me too? She must be. The proof was right there. I wasn't gay... I've never put anything in my ass, let alone a giant bat of meat like hers.

“Sit座れ”, she said as I was freaking out. She was no longer using submissive Japanese, this was the style of Japanese a boss or upperclassman used. Somehow it made me even more excited.

Both of her tender hands clasp my hips and her massive cock head pressed against my virgin asshole. Was this really happening? I heard this would hurt... I couldn't stop her. I didn't want to.

“Relax気を抜いで”, she kept telling me, and as I did it managed to slip inside of me. She seemed like she was losing patience with me. Something came over me. The more domineering she was, the harder I tried to satisfy her demands.

I don't know how, but... After minutes of huffing and struggling and working hard to satisfy my host mother's desire to fit inside me I was finally half filled with her... Cock.

As sore and burning the sensation, it also felt kind of good? I just really wanted to make mommy feel good. I've never felt so wanted and horny in my entire life. My cock was drooling ounces of precum the whole time drizzling all over myself, her lap and the floor.

As she went deeper I could feel her dick massage my prostate, it turns out. God, I'm such a newb... I started touching myself, but she slapped my hand away from my cock.

"Girls don't have dicks女子はおちんちんがないわ。" she said curtly. Maybe my japanese is still bad. Maybe she was gaslighting me about hers or in denial...Regardless I left my dick alone and let her use me like a fuck toy.

By this point I was getting pretty well worn. I've watched gaping anal porn before, but I never imagined I’d end up having it done to me. I'd guess after the half hour or so of being pleasured by my host mom, the inner walls of my asshole had been stretched out to the size of a daikon...Or at least that is what it felt like?!

She picked up the pace, huffing and puffing, grasping my hips and firmly pounding me. The toilet seat underneath struggling and squeaking under the weight of our sexual union.

You know, thinking back. I thought I had zoned out and not paid attention to anything but the sensation of my ass stretching and accommodating her cock, unable to pick up on the nuances of the moment but... Looking back, she seemed so quiet. As though she was less interested in the physical sexual gratification of fucking me than the emotional gratification of treating me like a meat sock. A test of my will against her domineering demeanor. She seemed smugly satisfied... Fulfilled and proud of herself...

I barely hear her grunt before feeling her push her full cock deep inside my body... Either the pain, or the excitement, or the exhaustion, or even all three... Made me pass out.

I woke up hours later fully cleaned and dressed in my bedroom at around 3:30 am. If it weren’t for how red and sensitive my asshole felt I would have thought it was a fever dream. There was just no way what had just happened was real.

"My mother has a penis..." I thought to myself, and a distorted incredulous smile crept across my face. When I started this diary, I never thought this is where it would go. I'm glad I started journaling.

Who knows what's to come next?

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HSQ Day 006: Steamy Obsession

Posted on the 11th of august on Discord. Edwin is a little obsessed with Otome and needs to have a full view again, it was supposed to be the moment where Edwin discovers that Otome has a huge fat cock, but this entrie is a little messy about it so atm its cut out:

I couldn't get it out of my head. I couldn't get her out of my head. The way her hands ran down her body, and stroked her engorged tool, made me shiver. Not even the steam could hinder the majestic vision of her jugs bouncing around as she arched her back, rubbed harder, and jets of thick cum sailed in the air. I've never been this horny before, but the thought of Otome pleasuring herself was the zenith of all fantasies. And that made my relationship with her a tad bit strained. I couldn't look at her with pure thoughts; whether she was cooking or cleaning, my mind would drift off to yesterday, when she was naked, touching herself, moaning. And each time, I had to leave the room, lest she saw the effect she had on me.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Otome looked at me, an air of suspicion dancing in her eyes, "You look like you have a lot in your mind. Want to talk about it with me?"

I waved my hands, a forced smile on my face, "Ah no, don't worry. I'm fine,"

I suspected she didn't believe it, I could see it in her face. However, whatever was churning in her mind was not voiced out. She didn't say anything. She just turned around and continued cooking. I wondered if she knew what I did. Then again, if she did, why didn't she say anything? I was anxious, but I couldn't help the desire of peeping at her bathing again. Therefore, that night, I sneaked out of my room and encroached towards the ajar bathroom door. I leaned against the wall, and jutted my head out, aligning an eye on the gap.

I promised myself that it was the last time. It was too risky, but the temptation pumped my heart. I had to see more of Otome. I gulped, concentrating. A cloud of steam surrounded the naked silhouette of my host mother. She held a bath bucket aloft, and poured the hot water over her head and shoulders. I gasped at the sight of water droplets sliding down her curves, making her body glisten under the dim light. She looked so erotic.

just to be clear the vagina there is for hallucinations purposes

A soft sigh left her mouth as she roamed her soapy hands all over her body. Eventually, she traced her fingers southward, over her sensitive part, where her cock was slowly coming back to life. I inhaled a deep, staggering breath, feeling the throes of arousal getting the better of me. I was a shy breadth’s away from pulling my cock out and masturbate right there and then.

I told myself that it was the last time. It was my excuse not to feel guilty, to keep watching. There was such an erotic spectacle going on, and I didn’t want to miss it. It was my last ticket to see Otome naked, glistening under the hot water. In that steamy haze, she looked like a fairy. Her humongous mounds of goodness jiggled with each jerk of her hand, her nipples stiff from the flashes of pleasure her hand was wrecking upon herself.

She grabbed her cock, and started rubbing it up and down, sensually, rhythmically, as if she were savoring each pump of her hand. She could hardly fold her fingers around that thick, monstrous slab of meat. Still, she managed to furl and unfurl her foreskin. Otome’s back arched slightly, her head slinging backward as a hoarse moan rang out through the bathroom.

She was close! I could see it from her flapping jaw, her groans, and her accelerated jacking. With a sudden buck of her hips, bullets of cum shot out of her cocktip, sailing in the air with a beautiful curve. A gasp hitched in my throat, and with haste, I ran back to my room, locking the door.

I crawled underneath the blankets, slipped out of my shorts, and crept a hand down on the bulge of my underwear. Yes, it was the last time I would peep on Otome. Definitely.

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HSQ Day 005

Posted on the 10th of august on Discord. This one also has the issue of being not well set in the narrative framing of a diary. Edwin gets a peek from Otome.

Since it was the weekend, I decided to stay up late. My Japanese was flourishing quite well. Being in constant contact with it, I was improving by leaps and bounds. It also helped that Otome aided me in my studies. She was a great teacher — the kind of teacher you’d see in poorly-written porn, but I wasn’t complaining.

She was smart, kind, and decisively hot. With a capital ‘H’.

In fact, the latest video I masturbated to involved a woman of similar stature to Otome. Incest was also on my list, along with femdom. Finding all of my new kinks packed into a single video was exceedingly rare. However, when I did find one, it was enough material to last me a few days.

It just so happened that today, I was looking for a different video.

Before I could browse the web to test my luck, I shuffled out of the covers and quietly made my way downstairs. A snack was in order. One of the downsides of staying up late was that I needed more resources to keep me going.

The house was completely dark. The outside light poured through the windows, providing a morsel of help in orienting myself around the hallways. I had yet to learn the layout of the place to the point where I could map it in my head.

The stairs creaked under my weight. I tip-toed down, hoping to get to the fridge for a snack run and back without waking my host mother.

Eventually, I reached my destination, glad that I did so without making as much as a squeak. I grabbed a leftover slice of cake and a carton of juice. I didn’t know how hungry I was until sweet goodness slammed my taste buds with their sugary love.

Needless to say, I devoured the whole thing before chugging the juice in less than a minute. Now much more satisfied, I was ready to go back to my room.

However, right when I sneaked past the washroom—

“Ahnn!”

—I froze. I was familiar with that sound. Not by its timbre, but by its aroused intonation.

My feet felt like lead, weighting a ton each.

There was no one but Otome at home. I would have noticed if her husband had come back, or if a guest, as unlikely as it was, had showed up. I’ve been awake the whole time, after all.

“Ahn! Yesss!”

I blinked, my heart rate accelerating, its pounding reverberating in my ears.

Despite the door acting as an obstacle between me and the washroom, through the narrow gap underneath it, I saw a dim light. It was so faint, in fact, that had no one made a noise, I wouldn’t have noticed it. Curiosity swelled up in my chest.

What was that saying again?

Ah, yes. ‘Curiosity killed the cat.‘

I was prepared to die to sneak a quick peek.

With utmost care and caution, I approached the door. It wasn’t locked. It wasn’t even fully closed. Weird. Another round of ‘Ahnns’ and ‘Ohhhs’ went off. Despite having just chugged some orange juice, my throat felt parched. The excitement was oozing out of my skin in salty pearls.

I pulled the door. Just a little. Enough to widen the gap, but not to the point Otome would notice. I saw a back, velvety and white, arched and sweat-slicked. It writhed under the light, as if in pain, but the intermittent pleased sounds coming out proved otherwise.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It wasn’t as if I naively believed Otome hadn’t ‘those’ urges. No. It was the fact that I had caught her, in the middle of the night, going at without a care in the world.

One of her hands was groping her tit furiously, pinching and tweaking the rosy, stiffened peak in the middle. The other hand was between her juicy legs, working with equal amounts of urgency on a phallic mound of flesh...

‘A dildo?’

I gulped, a shaky exhale coming out of my lips. From my position, I didn’t have a perfect view of her front-side. However, Otome had in her hand what looked like a massive dildo. And she seemed to be jamming it in and out of her pussy with so much force behind it that I could hear a faint smacking sound.

‘To think she owns such a thing...’ I edged a little closer. ‘It’s so big too...’

Her arm swung up and down, her hand fisted around the massive toy. It speared her womanhood with no slowing down. And as she did so, she uttered three words.

Three single words that changed everything.

“Come to mama...” Otome moaned, her back twisting and writhing as she worked herself to a zenith.

I stood there, frozen. All the blood converged in my lower head, engorging the vessel bound in my pants. Otome was laying there, in the tub. The water splashed all over the floor as she pleasured herself.

The words she intoned, however, were stuck in my head.

‘Is... is she talking about me?’

Otome didn’t have any children — none that were mentioned, at least.

‘She must be talking about me.’

Sweat flowed down my brows.

‘She’s thinking about me while she... she pleasures herself...’

Without even noticing it, I had sneaked a hand down and freed the awakened python. Otome hunched forward as she grappled her dildo with both hands, jerking it aggressively. From the way she was quivering and mewling, it was obvious she was about to orgasm.

It would be the first time I saw a woman in real life climaxing.

And that woman was Otome.

My host mother.

My eyes dilated. A familiar, electrifying rush overwhelmed my senses. My cock twitched, spraying cum all over the edge of the door. I barely held back the moan that built up in my throat. Finding no outlet, it rumbled in my mouth.

‘Shit!’

I hadn’t even touched myself!

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!

I hastily, and quite clumsily, tried to wipe the trails of cum off the door. Instead, I messed it up even more. The door squealed, and the thumps of my footsteps must have reached Otome, for she had suddenly stood up, her enormous breasts jiggling.

Tugging my pants back up, I scuttled back into my room, running so fast and hard that, if there were any doubts about a presence spying on Otome, there would be none now. And considering there were only the two of us in the house, she was certainly going to suspect me.

Still... the image of Otome, bare and true, was seared in my mind. The way she contorted. The way she masturbated. The way she unconsciously called out to me. I was as frightened as I was excited.

The moment I was back in the safety of my room, I dove myself under the blankets.

I tried to stifle my heavy breathing, but all it did was place an uncomfortable weight on my lungs. My body was boiling, my skin flushed, and the sticky wetness in my underwear was not exactly pleasant.

I wondered if Otome would come check up on me, but as time wore on, there were no sounds coming from outside the door.

‘I’m safe...’

Well, until tomorrow. Though, feigning ignorance was perhaps the best move. There was no need to mention what happened, or even acknowledge its existence.

I might not speak of it, yes, however, I couldn’t forget it.

If I was any good at drawing, I could draw each line and wrinkle of Otome’s gorgeous backside from memory alone. ‘Damn...’ I tried to rid myself of those thoughts. I really, really did.

But...

I couldn’t. I was weak, and Otome was so incredibly lewd. She really loved them big, didn’t she? That thing was positively titanic. My penis, unfortunately, couldn’t compare to that thing. Then again, unrealistic standards.

My cock slowly sprung up to life. It still retained that dull post-nut throb. However, the moment I touched it, I knew that it wouldn’t take me long to cum.

And so I jerked off.

Again and again and again. Until my skin shaft burned from the strain. Until lesions appeared on the sensitive, reddened skin.

I must have emptied myself out on my bedsheets three times, at least.

I lay there, in the stillness of the night, feeling awful for what I had done. I had not only intruded upon Otome’s privacy, I had even jacked off to it. There was a special place for people like me in hell, I was sure of it.

‘Gosh... I’m so pathetic...’

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HSQ Day 004: Girl At School

Posted on the 10th of august on Discord. This entry entails Edwin adventure at school and meeting named Yui that seems to have a interest in him.

The school gates were wide and imposing, like the gaping maw of a behemoth. They were made with steel, their hinges a little rusted, but otherwise well-kept. Students slowly trickled in.

I proceeded to make my way inside as well. Since there was still a bit of time before lessons started, I decided to stroll around, taking in the beautiful scenery.

‘If only my school back in the US was like this...’

A smattering of pink petals swirled in front of me, before they flew away, carried by the gentle wind. A tiny hint of something lingered on my nose. Their scent was delicate and subtle.

I inhaled it all.

Eventually, my stroll took me to a tree, bigger than the others, with a healthy shade of brown, and a crown of soft, pink petals. They swayed and rustled in the wind, falling and floating and dancing all around me.

Nature was beautiful, and I was disheartened to know that it took a 13-hour flight to witness such wonder.

I couldn’t help but stand there and watch as the petals danced like weightless fairies.

Each petal was a miniature work of art, with a pale pink hue that faded to white at the edges. They moved in unison, choreographically. And as they took flight, they created this mesmerizing spectacle of color and movement, swirling and twirling in the air like a graceful ballet.

‘This is simply—’

“Beautiful, right?”

I was startled, and immediately veered to my right, where a girl, a little shorter than I was, stood, watching and smiling as she took in the same sight I did.

Her hair, as dark and beautiful as the clearest night sky, swayed. It was like a cascade of silk that shimmered under the sunlight, made all the more beautiful by the pink petals drifting around.

She turned to stare at me, lifting a hand up to seemingly, and quite futilely, stop her tresses from whipping around. She was strikingly gorgeous. Her skin was a healthy pale shade, unblemished and smooth. It stood out all the more when her eyes were like obsidian gems.

She oozed femininity. She was not a curvaceous hot babe you’d see on the cover of some American magazine. No — she was beautiful and delicate, like a porcelain doll.

Even her voice was charming and magnetic, like the soothing ocean waves crashing on the shore.

“Y-Yes...” I croaked out, feeling a little lost. My Japanese wasn’t the best, and I was caught so off-guard that I didn’t know what to say to make a good first impression.

I wasn’t a good conversationalist.

“You’re a foreigner, right?” She asked, with just the right amount of curiosity.

I nodded. “America.”

“Oh, it must be so nice there!” She gushed, though not in an obnoxious way. She was very soft-spoken and composed.

A chuckle slipped past my lips. “Not as nice as Japan.” I said, a smidgen more confident. “We have a lot of nice things back home, but we certainly don’t have anime girls on billboards or neon signs.”

She hovered a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. “That’s so true...”

I stood straighter, with my chin held high. Hearing her laugh was like the ultimate achievement. Here I was, talking to a pretty girl I barely met in a different language.

And I made her laugh.

“U-Uhm... what’s your name?” I asked.

She looked at me, the bursts of laughter fizzling out into a beautiful smile.

“I’m Nakamura Yui.” She introduced herself, bowing.

I did the same. “Edwin.”

I had mistakenly held out a hand for a handshake. Back in the US, it was normal, here, however, people greeted each other with bows, their depth and length depending on social situations.

Still, for some reason, Yui grabbed my hand right before I could retract it.

She gave it a gentle shake, and I marveled at the soft, cold feeling of her skin. It was not ice cold, but more like, slightly chilly.

I gaped at her, doing my best impression of a fish out of water.

“A pleasure to meet you.”

“T-The pleasure is all mine...”

I averted my gaze. Yui was staring right into my eyes. Despite being demure, there was a certain confidence to her that I couldn’t hope to match.

The moment her hand left mine, a little piece of my heart went along with it.

“If you have any questions or want to talk about stuff, feel free to come to me.”

“A-Ah, thank you!”

She giggled, its melodious sound strumming my eardrums.

I wonder if she would giggle again for me if I paid her.

It would be top-tier ASMR.

Yui took a step back, ready to turn around.

“I guess I’ll see you around, Edwin.”

I nodded, numbly. I had to squelch the pang of disappointment behind a forced smile.

“Y-Yes...”

She smiled, bright and innocent, before she scuttled away with a parting wave of her hand.

I stared at her back — not blinking once — as she disappeared into the school premises. I wondered if I could have handled that conversation better. She was so beautiful, though. So stunning that it was distracting.

It reminded me of Otome. However, whereas Otome was the embodiment of one’s primal desires, Yui had this sanctified presence, pure and uncorrupted. Both of them were beautiful, no doubt, but one was a demoness, while the other an angel.

Otome, for all of her kindness, didn’t have Yui’s aura.

I shook my head, bouncing the thoughts off before they could take root.

...

I couldn’t concentrate. A migrain was incoming; I could feel it. The throbbing was distracting, though not nearly as much as Yui. And, like dominos, thinking about Yui roped Otome into it as well.

My eyes drifted to the right, two rows of seats ahead of me. Yui was there, listening attentively with the ferrule of a pencil tucked between her teeth. One knee was hanging over the other, foot bouncing up and down.

‘God... she’s gorgeous...’

I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t stop. She was like a work of art. It compelled me to stare, to figure out the intentions of the artist, and marvel at each perfect brushstroke.

At one point, probably sensing my gaze, Yui tilted her head towards my general direction. And for a brief moment our eyes met. She didn’t seem creeped out, instead, she offered me a smile.

My heart skipped a beat, making my chest feel warm and constricted. I hastily tore my gaze away. Even if she didn’t mind, staring at her like that would likely give the wrong impression.

The teacher continued scribbling on the blackboard, the chalk snapping and scrubbing against the smooth surface. His voice was a bored monotone as he read off a textbook.

I bit my bottom lip.

Inadvertently, my eyes found Yui once again.

‘She’s bored as well...’

Somehow, the thought put a goofy smile on my face.

Yui snapped her head towards me, and this time I couldn’t escape. Her eyes locked onto mine, and she smirked.

I was so startled that I jerked my elbow against my open textbook, prompting it to slide off the edge and fall down, briefly interrupting the teacher’s droning.

Yui giggled behind her hand.

I flushed in embarrassment.

‘Well... fuck...’

This was going to be a long day.

...

“Welcome back, dear.”

Otome was quick to greet me the moment I stepped inside the house. Her voice helped offset the streaming thoughts of Yui and the various depictions of her either naked underneath me — or me pinned underneath her.

Now, however, Yui’s face seemed to morph into Otome’s—

“Edwin?”

—The innocence of that pretty face melted off like acid on paper, revealing the playful, twisted nature underneath. My imagination continued to switch between Yui and Otome’s face, as if indecisive.

“Edwin, are you listening to me?”

I nearly slammed into the curvaceous body of Otome. Due to the gap in height, she had to tilt her chin down to fully take me in. I, on the other hand, had to do the opposite.

“U-Uh... what...? Sorry...” I mumbled like an idiot. So caught up was I in my flights of fancy that I had tuned out my surroundings.

Otome narrowed her eyes, making me shrink in my own body. Did she somehow catch my trail of thoughts? I was sure my body language didn’t give anything away, but with Otome you never knew.

“Are you okay, Edwin? You look...” She frowned thoughtfully. “... oddly distracted. Did something happen at school?”

Yes, something did, in fact, happen.

I wanted to tell her about Yui, about how beautiful and kind she was.

“No... nothing happened...”

However, I didn’t.

I didn’t even know why.

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HSQ Day 003: Attraction

Posted on the 10th of august on Discord. This entry details more about Edwin attraction to Otome and his urges as a young man:

"I woke up before my alarm went off — an uncommon event for me. A yawn wrenched my mouth wide open. The sun was already high up, though a quick look at the clock told me that I still had roughly an hour and half before I had to set off for school.

I blinked, still a bit bleary eyed, though it was nothing that a splash of cold water wouldn’t fix. I tossed the duvet aside and got up. The tantalizing scent of Otome’s cooking wafted into my room like the smoky hands of temptations you’d see in a cartoon.

Needless to say, I hastily washed up and made my way down.

Living with Otome was a blessing. She was incredibly compassionate, understanding, and sweet. I was well-treated and looked after. This place was like a small corner of heaven, and Otome a beautiful angel.

It was a fitting description.

Ever since I was welcomed here, there was not a day where I didn’t feel wanted. Otome ensured I had everything I could possibly need. I was still a bit homesick, but her presence made those feelings wane bit by bit. She was the embodiment of warmth and family.

“Good morning, Edwin.” Otome greeted me with her characteristic half-lidded smile. It was as beautiful as it was enticing. “You’ve woken up earlier than usual, breakfast isn’t ready yet.”

“It’s fine.” I sat down. “Do you need any help?”

It felt right to ask, even though I couldn’t crack two eggs to save my life.

Otome chuckled. “No, but thank you. I appreciate your thoughtfulness.” And then she started to hum to herself. The tune was foreign to me, but it was quite pleasant to hear.

I leaned back in my seat, basking in her presence. She had her back turned to me, her hands busying between utensils and ingredients. The chopping of a knife on a wooden board was like an added backbeat to her humming.

She swayed left and right, moving around between one spot and another.

Naturally, that had the intended effect of making her curvy hips dance like a pendulum. My eyes were trained on her backside. It was wide, I noticed.

The fat was not saggy, instead, despite the weight, the cheeks stood perky, like a well-delivered middle finger to the law of physics. The modest clothes she was wearing were not modest at all — but only because she was the one wearing them.

With a body like that, it didn’t matter what she wore. And as nonsensical as the thought was, I was certain that she’d look sexy even in cardboard armor.

I stared, transfixed, at her ass. ‘The bigger, the better’, they said. Who? I didn’t know, but it was only normal, instinctual even, for a man to find big hips, tits, and butts appealing.

I wanted to plant my face in those mounds and sniff their natural scent.

I didn’t even know why…

Something about Otome triggered those weird thoughts. I was crushing on her, hard, and I couldn’t even be bothered to deny it. I was determined to keep everything clean, though. She was married. It was all a fleeting platonic attraction that would never ever see anything more than that.

“You’re a very sweet boy, Edwin.” Otome said, out of the blue. I flinched, my eyes guiltily tearing themselves away from the plump treat they had been feasting on. “I couldn’t have asked for a kinder boy to be our guest. I wish my husband was here. I’m sure you would have gotten along with him very well.”

“Ah… haha… thank you…” I rubbed the back of my head awkwardly. “And I think so too…”

My thoughts went back to the portraits on the wall. ‘Her husband is not in any of them…’ I wanted to ask her, but doing so felt like prying too much in her business. And while I might get an answer out of it, our relationship might sour a little bit as a result.

I still didn’t know Otome that well. Besides, it didn’t really matter. The day would come when her enigmatic husband would come back home, and everything would be clear then.

Otome unloosened the apron over her clothes. “Alright, breakfast is ready!” She announced, carrying all the plates and bowls over. Naturally, I stood up to help her, to which she offered a smile and a soft ‘thank you’.

We set the food on a traditional low-table. And even though the table wasn’t exactly wide, everything was precisely arranged in a way that didn’t look cluttered. I sat down on a cushion, with both legs tucked underneath me.

Otome did the same.

“Itadakimasu.”

“Itadakimasu.”

I still wasn’t used to Japanese etiquette. Politeness and respect were important facets of the society — not to mention their traditions. That was not to say that I wasn’t polite, but my mannerisms could be misinterpreted.

Thankfully, Otome took it on herself to prepare me. She also knew and expected that it’d take time for me to fully adapt to the new lifestyle. I appreciated her patience.

“You look like you’ve got a lot in your mind.”

Otome broke the silence with an easy-going smile.

“Umh…” I scratched my cheek. “... Just been t-thinking about how nice you’ve been to me.”

She tucked a chopstickful of meat in her mouth. Her mouth might have been full, but her eyes were definitely smiling at me. There was a sparkle in them, a glint only she knew the meaning of.

I averted my gaze, blushing a little.

“You’re welcome, Edwin.” She said once the food was chewed and swallowed. “It might be a temporary cohabitation, but we’re still family, aren’t we? It’s only natural that I help you.”

I didn’t know why her words had such an impact on me. But my eyes stung quite a bit. Still, I didn’t let the tears fall. Crying was lame. Crying because I was being overly emotional was even worse. “T-Thank you… it means a lot…”

She didn’t say anything, though she was watching me quite intently.

I felt naked under her gaze.

So, to distract myself, I continued eating. The food was simply marvelous. Otome wasn’t only beautiful and caring, but she was an extremely talented cook as well. She was top-quality wife material.

‘Whoever managed to snatch her up is one lucky bastard…’

I jammed a chopstickful of rice in my mouth as I stewed in my thoughts. I glimpsed at Otome, who was the epitome of grace, even when eating.

‘Seriously… look at her…’

Beautiful. Caring. Soft spoken and sweet. A woman of such caliber was a rare gem.

“Edwin.” Hearing my name coming out of those lips in a slightly accented voice was something I’ll never get used to. “I’m glad you like my food, though you should slow down, or you’ll choke.”

She chuckled, reaching a hand forward over my side of the table. I froze, stunned. “Here, let me get that for you.” Her slender fingers moved in a soft, downward swipe at the corner of my lips, where she skillfully plucked off a morsel of food.

I didn’t even register that sweet gesture. No. I was too busy staring at Otome’s massive, jiggling breasts. Due to her bent-over position, with one arm fully extended, her cleavage was completely exposed as a result.

The skin of her globes was creamy white — a healthy pale hue. And further down, the faint bulging of her nipples, which were also bigger than average, could be seen. The blood rushed to my head, the lower one.

I gulped, the taste of the food all but forgotten.

She pulled away, but her lingering scent stayed behind, and I greedily inhaled all of it. Otome glanced at the tiny scrap of meat on her finger before she tucked it into her mouth.

A blush flared across my cheeks.

‘Is she doing it on purpose?’

It was not the first time I found myself asking that. However, I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out why she would go out of her way to do so. As much as I wished it to be true, there was no way she was seducing me.

Maybe it was just a misinterpretation of some kind? It was a different culture, after all. A few guides and booklets didn’t make me an expert in Japanese customs and traditions.

I sneaked a glance at Otome, only to find that she had resumed eating.

Well, that was a bummer.

“Don’t dilly-dally, Edwin. You don’t want to be late for school, do you?” Otome queried as she stood up and began to clear up the table.

“N-No…”  I said, scratching the back of my head.

“In that case go get changed. First impressions are important.”

I couldn’t deny that. My American highschool experience wasn’t exactly stellar.

Perhaps if I had made more impact, I would have been more popular.

I wiped my mouth with a napkin and excused myself.

As I made my way upstairs, I sneaked a glance at Otome. It didn’t matter the angle you stared at her from, she was gorgeous. An angel with heavy yet curvy proportions.

The wooden stairs under me creaked as I traipsed up.

I shook my head, hoping to rid myself of those sinful thoughts.

As I donned my uniform, I was quite struck by how it hugged my body. The rich, deep navy blue of the blazer was perfectly complemented by the gleaming silver trimmings, giving it an air of elegance and sophistication.

The pants were tailored to perfection, its earthly brown hue highlighting the blazer all the more. Even the shoes were incredible — they were both comfortable and stylish.

I looked professional, clean, and smart. All traits I didn’t possess. It made me remember the famous adage ‘Clothes maketh the man’. I wondered what Otome would think seeing me like that. I wasn’t exactly the most good-looking around, but I wasn’t bad either.

The moment I walked down, Otome was dutifully waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.

Her eyes flashed with approval. A smile bloomed on her face.

“You look good, Edwin. A proper boy.”

I preened under the praise. Even if she didn’t really mean it, hearing her compliment me was enough to make me happy.

She accompanied me to the main entrance.

However, right before I set off, she tapped my shoulder, demanding my attention.

“Edwin.”

I turned around, catching the smile on her face. She placed her hands on my shoulders and eased me into her embrace, knowingly or unknowingly burying my face between her massive breasts.

Their tantalizing aroma filled my nose. This was her scent. Otome’s scent. I tried to be sneaky with my constant sniffing — I didn’t want to pervert her good intentions.

A hug was supposed to be innocent, not a reason to lewd on her. However, when she suddenly leaned those plump lips of hers closer, I sort of short-circuited. Contact was made on my forehead, leaving a damp warmth on the skin.

God, she was making it so hard for me.

“Have a good day at school, hon.” She said, running her fingers through my messy locks. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

She was so sweet — sometimes a bit too much. I didn’t understand if she was giving me some kind of signal and hoping I’d pick up on it, or if she was just being… herself.

I didn’t want to pin my hopes on some easily ill-conceived theories.

“I will…” I replied, giving the exposed skin of her cleavage one last sniff before she released me. I wondered if she was aware of what I was doing. If she did, she didn’t seem to care.

With that being said, and with a parting wave of my hand, I headed out.

…

Integrating myself into my new class was not exactly easy, but everyone was understanding and nice to me. Compared to the education system back home, this one was considerably more rigid and cutthroat.

To me, who was still struggling to understand the language, it was a nightmare.

The only consolation was that, the moment the last bell rang out, I could go back home — back to Otome.

“I’m home!” I said as soon as I opened the door; Otome had given me a spare set of keys. I slipped out of my shoes before walking inside. Despite my loud greeting, no answer made its way back.

‘Odd…’

I shrugged and started to make my way to my room. The teacher didn’t assign me any homework, which was surprisingly kind of him. Then again, he knew that it would be pointless for me to do something I couldn’t understand.

Besides, my stay in Japan wasn’t permanent. I’d have to go back, at some point.

‘I wonder if Otome and I will keep in touch even then…’

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice it when a door further ahead opened, and a curvy figure walked out of the billowing steam that followed her. Bare feet tapped against the floor.

My eyes zoomed in on the familiar silhouette. Otome. A towel might have been wrapped around her towering mounds, but her exposed, creamy skin had a flushed sheen to it. The light, as dim as it was, seemed to reflect off of it.

I gulped as I drank in the sight of her bare legs, thick and soft-looking. Her hips, barely restrained by the tight fabric of the towel, still showed off their curves.

She wasn’t wearing her glasses. I had a full view of her unobstructed face. Her hair, dripping wet, fell over her cheeks, with a few bangs clinging to her forehead.

She strode forward, the delicious aroma of her body wash reaching me before she did. I retreated a bit, but she was faster. Otome stopped in front of me. My back was against the wall. Something in my lower area twitched, until it grew and boiled with the characteristic need for something only Otome had.

“Welcome back, dear.” She said, a warm smile fixed in place. “Did you have fun, hmm?”

“T-T-Thank you.” I had to look away. “And… it was quite the experience. Everyone was nice to me.”

“That’s lovely to hear!” She laughed a bit. The vibrations made her swollen breasts jiggle. The towel unloosened a bit, which gave me a deeper glimpse into the depths of her cleavage. ‘God, she’s sexy…’

Unfortunately, she might have caught me staring. “Oh… I’m sorry.” She said, pointing at her state of dress, or undress, in this case. “I guess I’m not used to having a man around the house.”

I tried to suppress the boiling urge, but it easily overwhelmed my defenses. All of that focused on a single point between my legs, making the otherwise loose fabric of my pants feel quite cramped. I shifted a bit, in a way that would hide the boner.

“I-It’s no problem…” I said, my eyes scampering left and right, trying to find something to focus on that was not Otome. If I looked her in the eyes, she would certainly pick up on the cues and figure out how much of a pervert I was.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Otome ran a hand through her still-wet hair. Then she walked past me. “You should go to rest, dear. I’m sure it has been a tiring day for you.”

The sounds of her footsteps faded behind me.

All that was left was a faint scent of her body wash.

I steadily made my way to my room. Since Otome was not there, I didn’t see the need to cover my erection. The crotch zone of my pants had a pitched tent. The strained urge to rub it was slowly overpowering me.

The door clicked open. I hastily closed it, threw my school bag in some corner, and flopped on the bed. Otome was right. I was exhausted.

Unfortunately, with Otome giving me an unintentional eyeful of her curves, ‘sleep’ was not the foremost priority in my lust-addled mind. In fact, I kept tossing and turning, unconsciously dry-humping the mattress underneath me.

I imagined that it was Otome. Her wide, soft butt.

“Fuck…”

The more I thought about her, the more uncontrollable the urge became. I knew that sleep would not come until I took care of the problem. Besides, I didn’t want to confront Otome while having to worry about a random boner.

With that excuse set in mind, I undid the belt and tugged my pants down, as if my life depended on it. My underwear went down next. The moment my bare hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft, I drew in a sharp gasp.

I bobbed the fist up and down, in a death grip. I was so horny that I was exerting an unhealthy amount of force into my hand. Up and down. My skin rolled, furled, unfurled, and wrinkled with my hasty movements.

The friction made the temperature skyrocket. I undressed Otome in my mind. I picked her clothes apart. I planted my face between her ass cheeks, inhaling their natural perfume. The things I did to her next were unspeakable.

I didn’t know what she looked like behind those strained clothes.

But I imagined massive breasts with likewise massive nipples. And a smooth, hairless slit between her legs.

My imagination developed to the point where each hump of my hips in my mindscape equaled a perfectly-timed jerk of my hand. I gritted my teeth, feeling my muscles tensing up.

My stomach contracted. A powerful, tingling sensation bubbled from the hilt of my cock up to the tip.

“YES!” I hissed as a bullet of cum shot up, followed by a more contained burst, and a third, more subdued one. It all splattered on my school uniform.

I panted, turning my head in the direction of the door. I heard a very faint ‘thump’ sound, though it could have been my imagination.

Taking a few seconds to make sure I didn't stain the bed, I sprung up to my feet and immediately opened the door.

No one was there.

I heaved a sigh of relief. The rush of euphoria had crested down. All that I was left with was guilt, for blaspheming the bed Otome had graciously offered me, and relief, that I wasn't caught in my depravity by the woman in question.

I looked down at my clothes. Blotches of sticky wetness riddled the bottom part. I ran my fingers over them, in a vain attempt to clean the worst of it."

'Great... I have to get changed...'

...

As morning came, I thought I'd be free of those hormonal urges of yesterday.

I was wrong.

Otome was like a walking aphrodisiac. Her presence. Her scent. Even her voice — it made me covet her more.

I had a painful erection throughout breakfast. I couldn't even enjoy the food.

The moment I had to set off for school, Otome, just like yesterday, approached me.

"Edwin, dear." She gave me a meaningful look — a very suggestive one, in fact. "You look tired..."

Of course I was. And a side of me was scared she knew why as well.

"Umh... it's fine..." I tried to dismiss her concerns with an awkward chuckle.

And then she wrapped her arms around me, crushing my face into her bosom. Her body odor bled into my nose, filling my head with very inappropriate images.

Images of yesterday, when she was in the hallway, clothed in a damp towel that did nothing to hide how voluptuous and sexy she was.

My cock twitched, and due to how close we were, its tip was trying to burrow into the crevice of Otome's thighs.

I wanted to hump her so badly that I felt like I was about to be driven insane.

Much to my disappointment, Otome pulled away — not before lingering a chaste kiss on my forehead.

I immediately tucked my hands over my crotch, to cover the bulge.

"Have a good day at school, dear. I'll be waiting for you." Otome said, in her soft, dulcet voice. Her heavy-lidded eyes added that mischievous touch to her seductive look.

I opened the door and walked out. When I looked back, Otome was still smiling at me. Somehow, her eyes flicked towards my clumsily-hidden erection.

It might have been a trick of the light, but I could swear her smile widened by a fraction."

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HSQ Day 002: Arrival

Posted on the 10th of august on Discord. The entry introduces Otome and where Edwin will live:

"The warm, cozy beams of the sun swathed all over my back as I stood in front of a modest house. It sat nestled amongst tall buildings and bustling streets of the city, but somehow managed to feel like a tranquil oasis amidst the chaos.

The exterior was sleek and minimalistic, with clean lines and a muted color palette. The front of the house consisted mostly of large, floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed natural light to flood the interior, while also offering glimpses of the simple, elegant furnishing inside.

I couldn’t help but be impressed as I shook off my initial hesitation and stepped through the open gates. The chirping of the birds, gliding on air currents overhead, was like a soothing symphony for the soul.

Perhaps I was being a little over-sentimental, but there was something natural about this place, as if untouched by civilization, even though it had clearly adopted it — adopted, for sure, but not corrupted by it.

A small garden surrounded the house, with carefully tended shrubs and trees offering a sense of peace and serenity. There was even a small pond, with strategically placed rocks around it.

The sun cast an inviting and warm aura over its clean walls.

I treaded along the lone, cobblestone path that led to the main entrance.

The backpack slung over my shoulder felt twice its weight. Was I that nervous? Every step was like wading through mud, each one a struggle.

Even my palms were sweaty, though that could be blamed on the unforgiving sun bearing upon my exposed skin. The flight was arduous; I had never been outside my country, and knowing that I was so far from home made me feel a little claustrophobic.

‘Come on, Edwin!’

I slapped my cheeks to wake myself up.

I heard some light movements from beyond the door. A lock was unlatched, and the well-oiled hinges of the door barely squeaked as it opened. I bit my bottom lip, straightening my back.

A woman, tall and voluptuous, offered a bright smile. She walked with graceful poise, her every movement exuding an understated elegance that drew the eye.

Her hands, slender and porcelain-white — like the rest of her skin — were tucked over her lap. She dipped her upper body in a bow, and I clumsily did the same. However, much to my shame, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander in the crevice of her cleavage.

The homely blouse she was adorned in did nothing to suppress the inflated ego of those towering mounds of softness. Instead, the fabric clung tightly against them, making it more obvious.

“Oh my.”

Her brief exclamation made me momentarily panic. ‘Did... did she catch me staring?’

That would have been pathetic. First impressions are important. I didn’t want to portray the image of someone that I was not because of a slip-up.

However, the woman’s smile never thinned. It grew wider, in fact.

I heaved a sigh of relief.

Her silver hair bobbed as she unloosened herself from the bow.

“You must be our guest from the states, correct?” She spoke in concise Japanese. Even I, who was still a beginner, managed to instinctively understand the meaning of her words.

“Y-Yes, ma’am.” I nodded, nervously. Speaking Japanese was still a phonetic struggle for me. Though I was proud that my hours of continuous study and speaking helped refine what little I knew about it.

“A pleasure to meet you. I’m Otome, your host mother for the remainder of the year.” A beautiful smile blossomed on her face. The glasses perched atop the bridge of her nose glinted. “Please, make yourself at home.”

“I’m Edwin. The p-pleasure is all mine.” I replied in kind, wondering if my poor accent made my words understandable. “I’ll be under your care!” I bowed once more.

“Then, Edwin...” Otome straightened her back and turned around. She briefly glanced back at me, and, with a wide smile, invited me inside. “Come with me. I’ll give you a tour of the house.”

As I hastily fell behind her, my nose caught her lingering scent. I felt a little bit guilty for inhaling every atom of it, but it was so pleasant — not artificial and pungent like a cheap perfume.

I gulped, shaking my head.

Otome held the door open for me. “Thank you.” I said, to which she acknowledged with a curt nod. I proceeded to remove my shoes, leaving me walking on the polished flooring with only my socks on.

“My husband is currently away for business and won’t be back for a while.” She said as she motioned me to follow her down the hallway. I felt a flare of disappointment at the knowledge that this woman was married.

It was a given. The organizers had emailed me some basic info about the family. I knew that there was a wife and a husband willing to take me in

However, I didn’t know Otome would be this enticing.

‘And so large as well...’ I thought, surprised. I wouldn’t say she was fat, but her physique was quite robust. Especially her chest and hips. The curves were wide and soft-looking.

I had been expecting a diminutive woman, as had been my initial assumption that Japanese women tended to lean on the ‘small’ side.

Not in a thousand years did I expect this juggernaut of pure wobbling flesh. It was incredibly lewd. Her breasts bounced with each graceful step, and her hips swayed like a world-class belly dancer.

I bit my bottom lip, hoping that the spike of pain would distract me from my hormones. I begrudgingly tore my gaze away and focused on the interior design of the house.

The first thing that caught my eyes was the simplicity of the house. The space was uncluttered and immaculately clean, with a serene atmosphere that was further complimented by the natural lights that poured in.

The floor was made of smooth, polished wood. The walls were painted in soft, neutral shades. And as I walked along the hallway, I caught sight of a few portraits adorning the walls. Most of them depicted Otome, posing with someone else. A woman with a short mane of black hair and a toothy, mischievous grin. She was the polar opposite of the gentle and collected Otome.

However, what struck me the most was the absence of a certain someone. Otome’s husband. There was no image to offer a glimpse of the man this goddess had chosen to share her life with.

I couldn’t help but feel intrigued, wondering why there were only portraits of women.

“Is this your first time in Japan?” Otome’s alluring yet soft voice was like a gentle caress.

I nodded, an abashed smile adorning my face. “Ah, yes. In fact, it’s my first time outside the country.”

She held a hand over her mouth. “Oh, your poor boy.” She said with a sympathizing hum. “You must be a nervous wreck.”

“A bit.” I admitted, meekly. “But I’m also excited for the experience.”

“As you should.” Otome stared at me, smile never leaving her lips. “I promise you that this will be an experience you’ll never forget. After all, I’ll be the one taking care of you.”

She gave me a closed-eye smile.

I felt something warm in my chest.

“T-Thank you!” My words tumbled out louder than intended.

Otome chuckled behind a hand. “I can already tell that your presence will liven up this place.” She said. “Let me show you your room.”

My eyes fell on her beautiful, plump, and swaying backside. ‘Is she doing it on purpose?’ I couldn’t really claim to have a well of experience when it concerned the fairer sex.

In fact, much to my embarrassment, I had next to none.

Therefore, I didn’t know how to react when Otome’s hips undulated left and right, in rhythm with her poised steps.

I almost slammed into her when she suddenly stopped in front of a door.

She quirked an eyebrow up. “From now on, this will be your bedroom. You’re free to make any changes you see fit. However, should you need to make more ‘permanent’ chances, please consult with me first.”

I nodded. Besides clothes and some other personal items, I didn’t really have anything that would require the whole rearrangement of the room.

Seemingly satisfied with my consent, Otome opened the door. She scooted to the side, allowing me to walk in. The room was definitely a cultural experience for me.

The floor was covered in traditional tatami mats — more comfortable than the softwood flooring of the rest of the house. A bed sat at the center of the room, bathed in a shaft of sunlight.

“Originally, there was only a futon, but I wanted to make you as comfortable as possible, so I opted for a bed.” Otome spoke from behind me. It was a bit hard to understand her fluent Japanese, but she spoke slowly and concisely, which I was thankful for. “If you want, we can swap it for a futon.”

“I-I think...” I turned back, smiling at her. “I think I’d like that.”

She smiled back. The familiar warmth in my chest returned. I couldn’t help it. She was incredibly charming in my eyes. Perhaps it was the calm, soft cadence of her tone. It was very relaxing.

Or maybe her personality. She instantly made me feel at ease.

Though, I had to admit that her beauty also played a role.

“I’ll have it done as soon as possible. For now, why don’t you rest?” Otome’s voice pulled me out of musings. “I’m sure you’re very tired. So unpack your stuff and get some shuteye. In the meanwhile, I’ll whip up something for you.”

“That sounds great, thank you!”

She offered me one last nod and closed the door.

Taking her advice, I began to unpack my belongings. The familiar sound of the zipper and rustling of clothes brought a sense of comfort. As I looked around the room, I couldn’t help but notice the attention to detail in every aspect. The decor was subtle but tasteful, and everything seemed to have its own designated spot. It was as if Otome had anticipated my every need and had taken care of it even before my arrival.

The thought of resting was alluring. Just as she had said, I was exhausted. I could feel a dull ache in my bones, throbbing and begging me to sink into the softness of the bed.

I did sleep a bit in the plane, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable.

Even if it was only for a few hours, I wanted to lie down.

I tucked the rest of the luggage into a corner of the room and all but cannon-balled into the bed. I didn’t even bother to remove my clothes.

The mattress was bouncy and soft, a far cry from my cramped seat in the aircraft.

‘Mom... dad... I already miss you...’

It was quite scary to be away from... everything. From home. Friends. Family. Familiar streets and signs. Familiar people. Scents and sights. I was on my own right now, living with a stranger.

Otome.

She was so kind and sweet.

‘And beautiful...’

It was daunting to be in an unfamiliar place, but Otome gave me a glimmer of hope.

I had never seen someone like her before. I did see beautiful women, but Otome was ‘different’. She was special — in a way I couldn’t quite put my finger into. She was a paradox, wrapped in a veil of mystery that I couldn’t quite decipher.

Her beauty was undeniable, but there was something more to her that drew me in.

It was as if she was a puzzle waiting to be solved, and I was eager to unravel the mystery that surrounded her.

To see what she was hiding.

A sigh escaped from my lips. The exhaustion from the journey had caught up to me. The fruity scent of the pillow was intoxicating — it reminded me of Otome. I breathed it all in, hoping to print its essence deeply into my mind.

As sleep claimed me, I knew that I was in good hands, and that Otome would take care of me in ways that I could never imagine."

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HSQ Day 001: Pre-Flight

Posted on the 8th of august on discord. The first entry of homestay queen is short with no accompanying images currently. In it's current state it is as follows:

"As the pen graced the pristine page, I felt a surge of excitement within me, infusing every beautifully-scripted word with an energy that left smudgy trails of ink. The writing was undeniably feminine, a trait that had been often the subject of ridicule, but one that I found endearing.

I wanted this journal to be a testament to my experiences, a repository of my innermost feelings, and it had to look nothing short of perfect.

‘Dear Diary,

It is on a beautiful, sunny day of July, the 17th, that I find myself entranced by the art of journalism. This is my first foray into journal writing, so, to whomever may be reading this, I apologize if my words seem amateurish; I am but a fledgling in this craft.’

With each stroke of the pen, I poured my heart and soul onto the paper. My wrist blurred across the diary, ink shaping into words, and words into flowing sentences.

‘Did you know? I’ve applied to a hosting programme organized by my school, in which I am to travel abroad and be hosted by a family there. Not everyone can participate, but luckily, I was chosen. And a family has been appointed to me.

A family in Japan, to be exact.

Gosh, I still can’t believe it.

Japan? It’s all the way on the other side of the globe. It’s not a country right around the corner. It’s a 13 hour intercontinental flight. I’m so excited that I can’t sleep.

I’m also nervous. I don’t know if I’ll fit in there. I did my research about Japan. It’s a whole different culture. Respect is the foundation of everything. I hope my mannerisms won’t throw them off.

I wonder what my host family will be like? Will they be nice? Strict? Uncaring? Will we be even able to communicate? I doubt my school would simply dump me in a family that can’t understand English. However, the constant surges of concerns gnaw at me.

There is no one I know there.

I’ll be utterly alone. I anticipate it as much as I fear it.

I hope they’re nice. The organizers of this project have tried to assuage our worries. Apparently, all the candidate families have been thoroughly screened and interviewed beforehand. They don’t randomly pick anyone who volunteers to host foreigners in their home.

Regardless, it’s an experience I won’t repeat.

The date of the flight is soon approaching.

I’ll keep you updated throughout my stay there. I wonder what kind of adventures I’ll get up to? I look forward to it!

— Edwin.’

I tucked away the diary, a sigh leaving my lips. Despite my best attempts at toning down my trepidation, I was in a perpetual state of anxiety. I shook my head free of those thoughts. They were recurring in nature — ever since I received the notification of my upcoming relocation for the foreseeable future.

My eyes fluttered shut. It wouldn’t be until a few hours of tossing and turning that sleep would finally claim me.

I dreamed of Japan, and of my soon-to-be host family."

For the most up to date google doc entry follow this link:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vRWnpU9H-4SwkDjsTouhlaMfl2xov2CS2-h1RhVBbewsoXd63EazZPUlXa73Ec7SYhd9nhqOE5QwaIX/pub

For more up to date entries please check the discord -> discord.gg/9DhE4v2V4k

HSQ Character Design

This is the first official post of Home Stay Queen. I'll be posting various diary entries as they currently are daily to catch up the Patreon to the Discord content.

An American university student moves to Japan and discovers his homestay mother has a Penis. She slowly feminizes him into a sex toy over the year until he has given up on everything but pleasing his "Mommy".

Edwin is a uni student that enrolled in a overseas program for learning business Japanese. When arriving into the supposed family's home that would take him in for 3 months he is surprised that its only Otome, a 57 year old GILF, who lives alone in the house. Wanting to not cause problems he decides to take things as is and live with Otome. Edwin decides to keep a journal of his days in Japan, but little did he knew, he would also end up logging down spiraling into total perversion and submission by Otome, his new "Mommy".

Welcome to the Homestay Queen Patreon

Just letting everyone know I have rebranded this Patreon to be project focused, specifically to the completion of Homestay Queen. Additionally the goal of the Patreon is to give access to the HSQ Discord server in which it will be the active source of development for the project. The Patreon will function as a curated feed composed of all that will be posted in the official Homestay Queen discord. 

New pledges have been created at lower price points,  and the rewards at higher tiers will be compressed to the highest tier rewards. If you are supporting a higher tier please consider dropping your support to the Discord Social tier.

For more information about what Homestay Queen is and its future, please read the “About” section in the main page of the Patreon. 

Milfs, Gilfs and just a random bimbo.

Don't fuck your grandma

My struggle

Hey everyone,

I've been MIA for a while. I've been navigating what feels like the worst two years of my life. There are multiple factors at play here; I won't go into specifics. It's been rough on all fronts, and I've been in a very bad place for a long time. I have tried to at least move myself into being communicative, but never could be vocal about it and end up just being silent and missing some updates on the patreon I have been looking forward to doing.

That said, things have really cleared up for me over the last month and a half. I feel like I'm in a spot where I can finally recover, getting a lot of help and support. I know this isn't the kind of message you, as a supporter, want to read. Trust me, I'd rather just put my regular scheduled smut like always, but I need to take things seriously and get my ducks in a row, or I'll wither away to nothing.

For those who have stuck around,  I'm more grateful than you know. But it makes me feel really bad taking money without giving something in return, so I paused the charges until I am back into posting content again.

Thanks for reading. I will follow this message with another one soon.

Judy comic is COMPLETE!

All 82 pages are now on the archive, so go get em!!!

New Judy Pages

Grettings all! We have a bunch of pages added to the archive! Please be aware that they are in varying levels of completeness and the WIP will be completed later on!

Catch them while its hot on the master post!

Discord Integration Disconection.

Hey y'all! We got information that some people where looking for the discord when pledging into the patreon, so just to let everybody know that we do not have a discord server and we are removing the option on the patreon, it should have been remove a long time ago but we missed it.

Hugs and Kisses.

An Orgy of Pictures

Greetings everyone! Doxy Apologizes for being missing so he came back punching hard on content! On the Dropbox you will find 6 new pinups and 5 new Judy pages!

So hop over to the master post for the dropbox links and by all means enjoy!

SD Archive

Hello! Here is the ARCHIVE! 

PASSWORD is judyjudy

WIPs

Hello! We have some WIP stuff for Judy's pages, including animation tests!

Hop on into the archives and check a look!

New Judy Pages 52 - 55

Hey y'all, new pages are now on the archives, have fun!

New Judy Pages 49-51

Please refer to the archives for the pages, I hope y'all enjoy!

New Judy pages 43-48

Please check the archive for the pages, I hope ya'll enjoy this comic dump this week!

New Judy Pages 41-42

Hot out of the presses, please check the archive for them, I hope y'all enjoy!

New Judy pg 38-40

Please check the pinned posts to get them, I hope y'all enjoy!

Judy comic Update pg36-37

Hey folks!

New Judy pages are out, please refer to the master post for the dropbox!

Master Post

Hello there!

This is going to be a pinned master post for an easier access to the archives, hope y'all enjoy it.

Art tier archive 

"HQ ART" archive

Art tier archive

Hello!

here's ya'll archive:

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/hi3pf37mlktcaa2/AAD2RTh-Xz_ZdX_UUqF4zQmQa?dl=0 

Password: judyjudy

A Personal Brazuca Helper

Hey y’all!      

To help out our favorite big dick artist Doxy/Onta to focus on delivering more of our favorite smut, he has put me in charge to keep all his fans and lovely supporters up to speed on what he has been working on and managing his posts! I’ll try my best keeping an eye out for you all suggestions, complaints, and I hope, praises to Doxy’s work. Since I also help him out in game development and now also his art media, feel free to reach out trough the media channels, on twitter @VernardoHunk and, if you are a boomer, by e-mail vernardohunk@gmail.com to make sure y’all have a good experience! I’ll make sure that his butt is working!   

Hugs and kisses,  

VernardoHunk, third world hire.