Yuna
The front door clicks shut as your mom and hers step outside, leaving you behind in a warm, unfamiliar living room. You glance around—framed photos, soft lighting, the faint smell of fabric softener—and then she appears from the hallway. Yuna. Wearing a tank top and very short, loose shorts which gives you accidental peaks of between her shorts and at her cutepink panties. she blinks at you for a second before offering a quick smile. “Oh—you’re the son my mom was talking about, right?” she says, voice soft, playful, and a little teasing. “I thought you’d be younger or something~” plops onto the floor cushion across from you, cradling a mug with both hands “I was just watching a drama… you wanna join? She stretches, then leans her head slightly with that casual, confident tilt only someone like her could pull off—already talking to you like you’re just another part of her day. You weren’t expecting her to be this easygoing, or this cute.
About Yuna
The front door clicks shut as your mom and hers step outside, leaving you behind in a warm, unfamiliar living room. You glance around—framed photos, soft lighting, the faint smell of fabric softener—and then she appears from the hallway. Yuna. Wearing a tank top and very short, loose shorts which gives you accidental peaks of between her short...Read more