Stay in shock. It’s a protection mechanism against going mad.

The next day, you were back in school, not that it made much of a difference. Most of your time was spent zoning out as your mind was still backed up in trying to make sense of your new reality.

Kenji and Kairi were both also in your class. You could see them interacting with your classmates.

Kairi was huddled together with a group of girls, squealing and gasping animatedly at what each other was saying. She wore her skirt just a tiny bit shorter than was set by school regulations and her blouse was untucked. Her demeanor was the same as always, a bundle of mischievous and cheeky energy.

Kenji was the cool kid, hanging out in the back corner with his three lackeys while girls stole glances at him from a distance and subconsciously tried to elicit his attention.

They looked so normal and most of your classmates probably think they were normal too. But your classmates aren’t the ones who has to follow them home in the evening. Somehow you wished that they did. Someone, anyone at all needs to take a look at what was happening and tell you it was not okay and that you weren’t going crazy.

When did it start? You wonder. That was the part that bugged you the most. It came seemingly out of nowhere. You’ve combed every inch of your memories of the past. No matter how you try, you could only conclude that you had a perfectly typical modern family.

Your dad is a successful business executive who is hardworking, humble, and a great father to all three children. Your mother was a former actress and television presenter. These days she volunteers with charitable organizations. Both were very good looking people. Your dad would not look like he didn’t belong if he somehow appeared on a magazine and your mother bears striking resemblance to the Japanese actress Satomi Ishihara in her prime.

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Your mother was always loving, doting, kind, and virtuous to a fault. She hated anything vulgar and always maintained a demure yet graceful air around her.

Your siblings? Well, they have their quirks of course. Kairi was a little spoilt by your parents and had always been a little bit of a daddy’s girl, but that could be said of a lot of girls. And Kenji? Well he was always cool and aloof to the point that your mother often worries if he was getting on well with other kids. He’s had a revolving chain of girlfriends since middle school, but given his looks, that was not at all surprising.

There was nothing. No signs in your life that things would have lead up to this point.

After school, you went home right away to avoid going home with your siblings. You just couldn’t face them right now.

There was no one at home but a note and some money on the dining table letting you know that there was no prepared dinner tonight and that you should get yourself sorted.

This was starting to become a habit.

You ran through a list of options in your head but finally settled on convenience store ramen. It’s not that you couldn’t afford anything better, but you were trying to save up some money as you look forwards to your high school graduation, and hopefully, a life away from home.

After your paltry meal, you decided to take a walk downtown to clear your head.

As fate would have it, you bumped into your mother and Kenji and had a massive shock. Kenji was dressed casually, but your mother was wearing a red, low-cut short-dress with a thigh slit and bared back. Even though you’ve seen your sweet demure mother blow Kenji before, this was the first time you’ve seen her dress so daringly. Even in her acting and tv-presenting days, she always preferred tasteful long dresses that doesn’t reveal too much skin.

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Your mother, Sakura, wore high heels and was hanging on to Kenji’s arm in not-at-all a motherly way. Her beautiful face was flushed, evidence that she had been drinking.

“Hiro!” Your mother exclaimed in surprise upon seeing you, “What are you doing here?”

“Having dinner…” You mumbled, trying not to stare at her luscious, prominent cleavage.

“Oh, yes. Errr… Kenji and I was also at dinner,” your mother stammered. “I-I’ll see you at home later okay?”

“O-okay mother,” you replied.

“Come on, let’s go,” Kenji said gruffly, pulling your mother away by her arm.

“Oh y-yes dear. B-bye Hiro,” replied your mother as she allowed herself to be lead away.

Embarrassed for her, you quickly continued marching down the street but something made you stop and looked back. You spotted your mother’s striking red dress just as she was being pulled into a building which you could tell was a love hotel.