His mother's imagination

“Kentaaaaa~”

My heart skipped a beat. I fumbled for the mouse, trying to find an important-looking tab in a **** attempt to escape whatever lewd request my mother had for me. Hearing her storm through the house, somehow faster than I could type in an address on the keyboard my chances felt bleak. Breathing deeply, I accepted defeat and spun around in my chair to face the door.

“Kentaaaaa~” Miya called out again with the familiar sing-song voice. Perhaps she just wanted to ask what I wanted for dinner - my brain trying to deny the inevitable offered a small comfort. Seeing the crack beneath the door darken with her shadow I steeled myself moments before she threw it open.

“I’m coming in.” It was far too late for that mom. Unable to read my thoughts, she beamed an oblivious smile and craned her neck to look over my shoulder and onto the screen. “Jousting? Suppose I owe Isa some money.”

I tried to open my mouth to correct her, but Miya didn’t miss a beat. “Anyway,” the coyness in her voice made me increasingly suspicious and seeing the papers she tried to hide behind her back confirmed my fears, “I need your input on the heroine for my next doujinshi.”

Crossing the distance between the desk and the doorway before I had a chance to react, or escape, I was face-to-bosom with her. Her perfume burned inside my nostrils. “Uhh...Sure.” I responded and took a cleansing breath as my vision cleared of her cleavage and occupied myself with the character concepts.

She had moved to the bed, hands fidgeting. Despite everything else, it was warming to know she truly cared about my opinion and even comfortable enough to openly display her nervousness.

Each of the sheets was standard A4, most were digitally coloured and only a few were pencilled sketches of the nubile or barely clothed women she was fond of. I silently mouthed the first title, too embarrassed to say it out loud. Mahou Shoujo Kasumi, Tentacle Witch. She wasn’t faring better than the title suggested, tentacles with needle-points were lodged in the moe girl’s greatly enhanced breasts and another hovered above her clit while she was otherwise restrained and her outfit torn. Miya seemed to have settled on Kasumi as her new character’s name I realized after flicking through a few additional pages.

Coming across a character that eerily resembled Kikyo, I quickly placed it at the back. Feeling guilty, however, I returned it to the front and in a compromise I covered Kasumi's face with a thumb and gawked at the gothic lolita dress. The baroque monstrosity was beautiful, regal in a manner I imagined was fitting for vampiric princesses with plenty of see-through lace and a tight corset that pinched at her waist. She lay splayed on a queen-sized bed inside a room that more resembled a dungeon than an actual bedroom.

“Do like that one?” She asked, not knowing which one I was looking at.