Dinner time

You freshen up before heading out to the dining room. On the table was an assortment of mouth watering dishes. You sit down at the table, still dazed from the handjob Mrs. Fukuda casually gave you.

There was an unfamiliar face at the table, a petite girl with long black hair and a flawless doll-like face. Her large black eyes stared at you with a severe and unblinking gaze.

"John, meet Emiru! She's your age, so you two should get along just fine," Mrs. Fukuda said, bearing another pot of steaming food.

"Nice to meet you," Emiru said and nodded curtly. You likewise introduce yourself, but Emiru does not offer any further replies. She was very beautiful, though she did not appear to have inherited her mother's genes, as the girl was very slim and petite.

The dinner proceeded normally, and you wonder if the earlier event was a glitch in the matrix. Stuffed and sated, you felt your eyelids droopy.

"Oh, you must be so tired! Why don't you take a bath and catch an early night? Emiru, please help John with the bath."

You accepted the offer. Emiru lead the way without a word. You weren't sure how to handle her, and any attempt at small talk only pried a one word response from her. She gave you a fresh towel and left you alone after showing you how to work the shower.

You strip down and enter the bathroom to clean up. Your cock stiffened up at the memory of the gorgeous Mrs. Fukuda stroking you. Could it happen again? You grab your cock and begin to masturbate when the door opens.