I'll show my love gently. (Pink Trigger)

Obviously, this was a sham. More than almost any other member of the family, Natsuhi was a somewhat prudish woman who had always struck me as over-disciplined and too strict with her daughter. The idea that she could be punished into any more fine of a woman was foolishness.

That said...

Just below that purple curtain is the real show. I happen to know that Natsuhi, in spite of her age, has a fantastic ass. Even if this woman is principled, her ass is an unthinking menace that tortures me with a constant boner every time I dare imagine it. It deserves to be punished. Therefore, let me show it my love, and let it receive punishment!

As Natsuhi braced against the wall, I slapped her broad side with one hand. I felt the thick layers of her dress absorb it, like vassals defending the honor of their lady.

"You see, Jessica?" Natsuhi proclaimed to her daughter. Although she was slightly flushed just from the situation, her smile was confident. "To a proud woman of the Ushiromiya household, a situation like this is a trivial banality. You must display a pride that no man can deny."

Very good, Natsuhi... But let's see how you react to this!

Or... this!

Or this! This this this this...

I was wearing myself out paddling this older woman's backside. I could feel the breadth of her hips below it, but there was so much damn fabric in the way. Or is this...

Am I being repelled by the protection of the One-Winged Eagle?

I know she's not allowed to wear it on her clothes... but does she truly bear it in that fat ass?!

"Ahem. Mr. Player," Natsuhi interrupted, flushing a bit more now... probably on my behalf. "Are we finished? I believe Jessica has understood the lesson. Also, you seem quite..."

Exhausted? Me? I told Natsuhi I could never be exhausted by something like this. I will never tire of messing with your lewd assssss!! ... I didn't tell her.

"No..." Natsuhi said, giving me a pitying look as if begging me to take the out she was giving me. "You seem... Ahem."

"Horny!" Jessica filled in for her mother, giving me a disapproving frown. "She's too polite to say that your tent is pitched, Mr. Player. Can you not poke my Mom with that thing, please...?"

"Jessica..." Natsuhi admonished her daughter quietly, blushing harder herself.

... Guh. So it was. To my shame, I realized having it pointed out seemed to be making it even worse. Natsuhi, I apologize... I'll use your bathroom, if that's okay...

"Uh, you can use the guest bathroom," Jessica corrected me hastily. "Just out the door, down the hall."

I did as she said, leaving Natsuhi the unenviable task of trying to explain to her daughter what she was supposed to learn from that lesson.

I turned in to the guest bathroom and cursed my own lack of discipline while masturbating furiously at the toilet. Next time... Next time I'll get the job done for sure...!

I took my time finishing up, then washed my hands and headed for the garden. I'll just head to the port and make my exit painlessly...

I bumped into George and Battler in the hallway. George was the stockier one, with short black hair, a green suit and glasses... Battler was the taller one, with red hair and a white suit.

"Ah... Mr. Player," George greeted me, a bit awkwardly due to how we'd bumped into each other. He corrected himself quickly, though. The young man had good people skills. "I'm Ushiromiya George. It's my pleasure to meet you." He reached out his hand, and I shook it. "This is my cousin, Battler..."

I reached my hand to Battler... I could see he was smiling awkwardly, hesitating to take it. Has Battler always been this kind of awkward, antisocial character? I shook my hand in the air again, to make it more obvious that I want a proper greeting.

"Uh... Hey, Mr. Player," Battler finally greeted me. He still didn't shake my hand, crossing them behind his head as though that was where they belonged.

He glanced at my hand, which I was still irately holding there. Didn't I at least deserve to shake Ushiromiya Battler's hand?!

"Look, Mr. Player... Don't take offense, but-"

"B-Battler!" George hissed to try and stop him, his eyes hidden by a particular reflection of light on his lenses.

"-Did you wash it?" Battler finished, giving me a stupid, joking grin.

...

"Battler..." George chided him, pushing his glasses up on his nose and letting out a sigh.

"Uh, Jessica told me you gave Aunt Natsuhi a weird lesson... I figured I'd ask so nobody would go 'Ah! That dirty Battler's indirectly grabbing his aunt's ass!' Ihihi..."

...

"Mr. Player, I'm so sorry," George apologized, bowing his head and grabbing Battler's to make him do the same. "You're a guest of our Uncle Krauss, aren't you? Yet Battler's said such rude things to you... Please, allow us to apologize. We understand that different cultures have different norms and should be respected as such..."

...

No, George allow me to apologize.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a boat to catch.

I dashed off without collecting the bag I left upstairs, leaving those two young men staring after me in confusion. I dashed past all of the others still making their way through the garden. I dashed down the winding path to the port, but I didn't see a boat. That was fine. I swam out into the middle of the ocean where nobody could spread any more embarrassing stories about me, and then I died.