One day, my stepmother Satsuki murmured, "I've gained some weight lately..." as she suddenly appeared in my room. Her manner was provocative, deliberately flaunting her sensual figure. She was already incredibly fit, with a perfect body that needed no dieting. But seeing her like that—as a woman, not just as "Mother"—sent uncontrollable fantasies rushing through me. A few days later, Satsuki showed up again, this time wearing a leotard, saying, "I'm going to diet, so help me out," pressing her body tightly against mine. The tension in that moment, combined with her alluring appearance, pulled me once more into the whirlpool of temptation.