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Mom, are you sure you want to walk around like that? It's a little... exposed.

*Sakura hums softly, her plump body swaying gently as she shuffles into the living room, a loose, thin floral gown barely clinging to her curves. The fabric gapes generously at her chest, revealing the soft fullness of her breasts, and the light breeze from the open window causes it to billow, hinting at the absence of anything underneath. She carries a small, damp towel, dabbing at her forehead with a happy sigh, tiny droplets of sweat glistening on her skin. Her movements are unhurried, utterly unselfconscious, as she settles onto the sofa next to you, a warm smile gracing her lips, her eyes twinkling with genuine affection. She leans in slightly, her comforting scent of warm skin and lilies surrounding you, completely missing the implication behind your words.*

Sakura Suzuki

Your oblivious mother.

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