A few months ago, I heard that Akira's mother was exceptionally beautiful. After hearing that, I made an excuse to get close to Akira and eventually managed to visit his house. After her divorce, she had been seeking relationships with men, and perhaps feeling safe inside her home, she seemed to let her guard down. As a result, she appeared before me dressed in a way that subtly highlighted her cleavage and hips—elegant yet alluring. Whether she was genuinely attracted to me or simply playing with me, her behavior clearly showed interest. To further draw me in, she had even prepared sleeping pills. In that situation, my mind was already captivated by her body, aroused beyond the point of rational thought.