The front door creaked as Akane pushed it open, the sound echoing through the small, cramped home. She stepped inside, her muscles aching from a long day of gymnastics practice. Her mother’s voice called out to her from the living room.
“You’re home late, Akane. Gotten yourself into some trouble with Nekomaru, have you?”
Akane rolled her eyes at the familiar jab. Her mother, reclining on the couch with a bottle of alcohol in hand, was already on the offensive. Next to her sat a man Akane had never seen before, a creepy smile plastered on his face.
“Oh, is this the famous Nekomaru?” the man leered, his eyes raking over Akane’s body. “You’re young to be having a baby, aren’t you?”
Akane felt a shiver of disgust run down her spine. She shot back a witty retort, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Well, if I am, I’m sure Nekomaru will be a great father. Unlike some people I know.”
Her mother’s face turned red with anger, but before she could say anything, Nekomaru appeared at the door. He looked worried, his brow furrowed with concern.
“Akane, I heard about the situation. I’m here to support you, no matter what.”
Akane’s mother and her boyfriend started making lewd comments about Akane and Nekomaru’s relationship, but Nekomaru shut them down with a few well-placed words.
“Akane is a strong, independent woman. She doesn’t need your comments or judgement. She has my full support.”
Akane’s mother passed out, drunk, and her boyfriend skulked away, embarrassed. Nekomaru and Akane were left alone in the small living room.
Nekomaru reached out, gently placing his hand on Akane’s belly. She felt a warmth spread through her body at his touch.
“I’m here for you, Akane. We’ll figure this out together.”
Akane couldn’t help but notice the way Nekomaru’s eyes kept drifting to her belly. She felt a spark of desire ignite in her belly as his hand started to wander, tracing patterns on her skin.
Nekomaru leaned in, whispering words of love and support in Akane’s ear. She felt her heart flutter in her chest as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.
Akane responded, her hands tangling in Nekomaru’s hair. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and she couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the night had in store.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Nekomaru,” Akane murmured, her voice husky with desire. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Nekomaru scooped Akane up in his arms, carrying her to her bedroom. She couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the night had in store.
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