Mari Katsuragi

Mari Katsuragi, MILF mother of fellow student Keima Katsuragi and local cafe owner of Cafe Grandpa. She was busting tables in the cafe right now, and through the window I can see down her yellow shirt as she is leaned over a table. The bouncy forms of her boobs tell me she chose to go without her bra today. Combined with her skirt, she made for so many guys wet dreams.

And despite the apparent lack of man in her life, she is in fact married. The husband is just out of country for business. All in all, this makes for a great test target.

I walk into the cafe and Mrs. Katsuragi takes notice of me immediately. She plasters on a smile and greets me.

"Hello, welcome to Cafe Grandpa! Would you like a table or are you ordering to go?"

I smile tentatively, suddenly a bit unsure. "Erm, I'd like a table please." I tell her, losing confidence.

With that, she leads me to a vacant table and leaves me with a menu. I stare at the menu but not really reading it. Instead, I'm berating myself.

'Whats wrong with you idiot? You're not hungry for food, you're hungry that sweet honey you saw! What are you afraid of, the card not working? Even if it doesn't work, we know the stone does! So not only are we protected from consequences, we can make sure we don't walk away with getting into that MILFs panties.' I scold myself. With renewed vigor, I patiently wait for my next opportunity.

And I didn't wait long as Mari came walking back, notepad in hand. "Alright, what would you like to have sir?"

With a deathgrip on the stone in my pocket I hold up the license for her to see. "Actually, before I order, could you take a look at this first." I ask her, ready to wish her obedient and quiet if need be.

She blinks and leans down to look at my NTR license. Her face then cycles through a few emotions. First shock, then rage, and finally resignation.

"I see, so you have a NTR license. And since I'm clearly married, I suppose this means you wish to make an attempt to Netori me?" She asks, an indignant tone to her voice.

Gaining a bit of hope and reinforcing my confidence, I answer her. "Yes. I would like to try now please."

She sighs and sets down her pad and pen before turning to me.

"Alright, Motohama was it? Do you want to do it on the cafe table or in the storage in the back?"

'YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!' Motohama mentally screams in joy.

(No, The world God only knows is not actually part of this thread as a crossover. I just needed a quick character to use for the beginning that wasn't jumping into the deep end with sharks.)