The cramped living room of Akane’s apartment served as both her gymnasium and sanctuary. She was in the middle of perfecting her floor routine when her mother burst in, bottle of cheap alcohol in hand.
“Akane, my love,” she slurred, stumbling towards her daughter. “Your dear mother has some news for you.”
Akane, unsurprised by the interruption, rolled her eyes. “What is it this time, mother?”
Her mother’s new boyfriend, a creepy man with a leering grin, entered the room. “Hey there, little mama. Heard you’re in a bit of a situation.”
Akane bristled at his comment, her anger rising. She had always been the one to take care of herself, even throughout her difficult home life. Constant hunger, numerous siblings from different fathers, low-paying waitress job, sexual harassment, cold nights spent in the library—she had faced them all head-on.
Nekomaru, the 17-year-old ultimate coach who got her pregnant, walked in, looking concerned. “Akane, are you okay?”
She hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Nekomaru had been there for her, supporting her dreams of becoming an ultimate gymnast. But now, with this unexpected pregnancy, she felt lost and alone.
Nekomaru insisted on helping, offering her a place to stay and financial support. Akane was skeptical but eventually agreed, knowing she had no other options.
As they left the apartment, Akane couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. She knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but she was determined to make it work.
“By the way, Akane,” Nekomaru said, a smirk on his face. “I’ve always wanted to see you in action, doing your gymnastics thing. Maybe you can give me a private show later?”
Akane playfully punched his arm. “We’ll see about that, Nekomaru. But first, let’s get settled in your place. I need to rest—all this excitement has made me… horny.”
Nekomaru raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. “Well, I guess we know what we’ll be doing later.”
Akane chuckled, her worries momentarily forgotten. “Just remember, Nekomaru, I’m in charge. I’ll be the one doing the fucking, not the other way around.”
Nekomaru laughed, placing a hand on her lower back. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Akane. You’re the boss, and I’m more than happy to be your… subordinate.”
Akane rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “You’re such a dork, Nekomaru. But I guess that’s why I like you.”
As they walked towards their new home, Akane couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. Yes, the road ahead would be challenging, but she was ready to face it head-on. And with Nekomaru by her side, she knew they could conquer anything together.
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