Tring~ Tring~ Tring~

"Hmmm... who...? Yawn~"

Hina woke up to the sound of her phone relentlessly ringing off the hook.

Who the hell could it be at this time?

She opened her eyes groggily, stretching her arms above her head, and noticed something weird...

She felt incredibly energetic and refreshed for some reason.

Wait. What exactly was she doing before she went to sleep?

Hmm, her brain was completely blank.

In fact, what the hell had happened over the last three or four days?

Her mind couldn’t identify a single detail.

It was like a giant, blurry fog had completely wiped her recent memory clean.

Tring~ Tring~

She reached out with her smooth, slender hand and blindly grabbed the phone off the bedside table.

’Who is it? Mooo? Momos? What?’

Her eyes were refusing to adjust to the bright screen light.

Blinking several times like a confused owl, she tried to focus on the caller ID.

But right at that exact moment, the ringing suddenly cut off.

The call had ended because she took way too long to answer.

’No way!!!’

As the screen shifted back to the lock menu, the full notification history was finally revealed in all its terrifying glory.

[69 Missed Calls from Mommy]

Hina violently slapped her own forehead and sat up straight in bed, her blanket dropping to her waist.

What the hell? What the hell?!

Why was her terrifying, dominant mommy calling her so many times out of the blue?

What kind of absolute emergency was this?!

She quickly dialed the number back, her heart hammering against her ribs in pure, unadulterated terror.

The call barely rang for two seconds before it was sharply answered.

Total, suffocating silence filled the line.

Hina frantically started rambling.

"M-M-Mommy! Why did you call me this much?! I-I was just sleeping! Is there some kind of massive emergency back at home?!"

A long, agonizing second later, that dominant, freezing-cold voice echoed out of the speaker.

[You were sleeping at this hour? Why? Were you already that tired, Hina?]

"W-what?"

Hina blinked, pulling the phone away from her ear to look at the screen.

Her eyes locked onto the digital clock.

[7:30 PM]

’Oh, shit!’

It was only 7:30 in the evening!

What the hell? Wait a minute... she distinctly remembered it being 4:00 PM.

But wait, was that yesterday afternoon?

If that was yesterday, how was it suddenly 7:30 PM today?!

?!!!

’Oh, fuck!’

The mental fog abruptly cleared, and the hidden memories came flooding back like a tidal wave.

That guy!!!!

Yesterday evening... he had burst into the room with a raging, rock-hard boner and hungry, predatory eyes.

He had pinned her down and absolutely fucked her into oblivion until the sun came up, completely destroying her concept of time.

Hina slowly looked down beneath the sheets.

She was entirely naked, her skin still tingling.

She looked around at the unfamiliar walls.

This wasn’t her apartment. This was his room!

Not only that.

She had been trapped in this apartment for the past three entire days!

And for every single one of those days, that absolute beast of a man had dicked her down so brutally, so consistently, that her brain had literally wiped her memory to survive the sheer volume of pleasure.

Hina sprang to her feet like her bed was on fire.

"Mommy, wait a single minute!"

She yelled into the phone, frantically scanning the floor.

She quickly yanked up a random pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt.

Her panties and bra were completely missing from the room, but that didn’t matter right now!

She ran to the door and threw it open.

"Hiik!!"

Smack!

She crashed directly into a chest that felt like solid, rock-hard marble.

It was Kaizen.

He was just about to twist the doorknob to enter the room himself.

Glancing down at her phone and seeing her complete, wide-eyed panic, a devilish smirk instantly spread across his handsome face.

Hina pleaded with her eyes, looking at him like a helpless little bunny while trying to keep her voice steady for the phone.

"W-what? Mommy? No, I’m not busy... I-I just had... a major bathroom emergency!"

Kaizen shrugged, taking a tiny step to the side.

He lazily gestured for her to pass through.

But the toxic bastard was deliberately standing right in the middle of the doorway.

The tiny gap he left in the passage was way too narrow for her hourglass frame to slip through without full body contact.

But with her terrifying mommy waiting on the line, what choice did she even have?

She was going to have to squeeze her completely naked, braless and panty-less body right against him just to get out.

’...’

She closed her eyes in pure shame and turned sideways, refusing to look him in the face.

She desperately tried to squeeze her way through the narrow gap.

Boing~ Squeeze~

But her luck was completely non-existent.

The moment she tried to slide past, her massive, soft bubble butt got completely wedged right between his heavy, thick crotch and the hard wooden door frame.

She was totally stuck.

Hina squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning like a furnace.

[Hina?]

Her mommy’s freezing voice demanded from the speaker.

[What is taking you so long?]

Hina looked up at Kaizen with pleading, teary eyes, silently begging for mercy.

But the predator just smirked down at his trapped prey.

He slowly leaned his head down, bringing his lips dangerously close to the phone’s microphone.

...

On the other side of the line, inside the luxurious mansion, the mature matriarch narrowed her eyes to a scary degree.

’Something is seriously wrong with that girl.’

Hina sounded afraid.

Sure, she was always a little terrified of her strict mother, but this vibe was completely different.

It sounded like she was hiding something highly scandalous.

"Hina? Don’t you know Mommy doesn’t like to be kept waiting?"

[T-that Mommy—slurp~ slurp~ I-I really have to go! Please~ Slurp~ slurp~ I will call you back later, bye!!! Ooohh!~ Wait, not here~ What if somebody—oh shit! Too deep, nghhh~~~ Fwop~ Fwop~ Fwop~]

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The cold, rhythmic sound of the disconnected line echoed from the vintage receiver.

"..."

The mature matriarch went absolutely, completely silent.

Her hand trembled as the graphic, unholy audio sequence processed through her brain.

The wet slurs, the rhythmic, high-velocity fwop sounds, the shameless moaning!!!

"AHHHH!"

With a burst of pure, unadulterated rage, she threw the expensive phone receiver straight across the room.

It slammed into the far end of the marble wall, shattering into a million tiny plastic pieces.

Her heavy breasts bounced violently under her silk robe as she gasped for air, her face turning a dangerous shade of crimson.

"T-that!!! My girl!!! What the hell is that trash doing to my precious daughter?!"

She roared, her terrifying mommy aura completely exploding.

"I don’t care if he’s a Ryuga! I will personally tear him limb from limb! I will kill him!!!"